#for the pins AND my house keys that i keep forgetting to get from your place LOLs

[mooneytried]

soooooo remember my cousin (@skyethebisexualwolfwizard) who had the button pin maker?? Well uhm

parsley and dallas are next :]

[repulsiveliquidation]

Guardian of My Heart || Leah Williamson

based on this request here! it's not that long but i loved writing this so much so i hope y'all like it!

warnings : angst with happy ending. mentions of injury.

“And that’s the final whistle folks, Chelsea takes this game with a comfortable 3-1 win over the Gunners here at Stamford Bridge.”

Leah’s eyes fill with tears at the final whistle. Her heart shatters audibly in her chest. A game they needed to win to have a chance at the title, thrown away by silly mistakes and sloppy football. She walks around the pitch in shame, apologizing to all the Gooners in the stands who came only to see them fail.

“I’m sorry,” she says to the crowd, tears falling down her face. The rest of the girls do the same, making their way to the stands to thank fans and sign jerseys. The home side erupts in a painful cry of victory, one that makes Leah’s chest almost cave in on itself.

The changing room is silent except for the sound of bags being packed and the muted drumming of water on the floor from the showers. One by one the girls make their way to the bus, offending socks from the wardrobe mishap filling the trash bin in the locker room.

Leah sulks when she hears the girls all planning to see their partners at home and just forget today’s game. She just jammed her AirPods into her ears and played her country music loudly, hoping the gaping hole of loneliness in her chest would go away with the serenading words of Luke Combs.

She knew her house would be lonely. She knew her house would be quiet. She knew her house would be dark. There was no one waiting. The person she wanted most would not be there. There was only one person to blame for that.

“Leah, you can’t keep doing this to me!” you yelled, rounding the coffee table as Leah stumbled into the house at twenty past three on a Saturday. You came over at eight thinking Leah would be home since she promised to help you cook dinner and enjoy the Bachelor finale on TV together. Instead, you walked into her apartment with your spare key to an empty house and her bedroom a mess. Her makeup was all over the bathroom and she had clearly changed her shoes at least three times.

You waited and waited for her to get home, calling the Arsenal girls to figure out where she had gone. They felt sorry for you and tried to get Leah to go home to you but she said something that the moment it left her lips, your heart broke into pieces.

“You’re such a fucking needy bitch, get off my back for once!”

You don’t know why you still sat in her living room for three more hours and waited for her to get home. You knew you needed to know she was home safe. That she was okay. That she didn’t choke on her own vomit from drinking too much. Because despite being her second choice for a while now, you still loved the England skipper. You still love Leah Williamson.

Leah drove home in pin-drop silence. Her kit bag was thrown in the back to be dealt with later, her arm on the door holding her head up as the streets of London were a blur. She parked in her spot and walked out like a zombie, not noticing your car in her driveway and her porch light on.

The key turned easily and she walked into her house to the turntable on low and the smell of smileys and a roast coming from the kitchen. She looked down and saw a pair of shoes that she recognized and a voice that was singing along to the music that she had fallen asleep to a million times.

“Y/N?” Leah spoke aloud, toeing her shoes off and dropping her kit bag. She shuffled into the kitchen and saw you standing there at the stove, stirring in the roasting tray and making a gravy. There were two plates on the island she instantly knew which one was hers. You turn and give her a soft smile, pushing your chin out to gesture her to sit. She does and grabs the bottle of wine you’ve set out and pours the two glasses full of Cabernet.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, grabbing a smiley off the plate she knew was hers and nibbling on the cheek.

“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat,” you answer curtly as you put the whisk down and grab a gravy boat, smiling to yourself when you still remember where it was.

“Y/N,” Leah says sternly, putting her half-eaten smiley down.

You turn and put the gravy boat next to the roast, finally looking at your ex-girlfriend.

“I needed to know that you were okay, after today.”

“Why?” Leah asks, voice carrying a lilt of guilt with fresh tears filling her eyes.

You walked around the island and turned the skipper in her seat to face you. You held her face in your hands, wiping the tears that fell. You had been in this situation before when Leah tore her ACL.

“You’re going to be okay, Leah.”

“What if I never play like I used to ever again?”

“You don’t ever need to worry about that because you will. The Leah Williamson I know never gives up.”

She chuckles but more fear settles in her heart. Leah looks up at you at the very island she’s sitting at right now.

“I’m scared,” she admits sheepishly, looking defeated and terrified. You cup her face and wipe the tear stains off her face.

“You will get through this Leah and I will be there every step of the way.”

“You won’t leave? They always leave.”

“I would never. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers back to you before you kiss her, her mind willing itself to get better. If not for her, for you.

Zach Bryan’s voice fills the room softly, the lyrics of ‘Tourniquet’ “take care of the blood that your love runs through” remind you of why you packed up a roast and stopped at the shops for a bag of frozen smileys. It reminds you of all the nights you massaged her leg when it was feeling tight. It reminds you of all the nights when you sat beside her and held her close while she cried at another delay in her recovery. It reminds you of all the nights you spent awake with her when she couldn’t sleep because of the pain.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Would you do it all over again? Yes.

Leah breaks down when her eyes meet yours. The smell of your perfume and your musk flood her senses with all the reasons why she was in love with you all those years. Deep down inside she knew she still felt that way and hoped that you did too.

Leah cries. The pain of losing, hurting her hamstring just as she’s called to the England squad for the first time since her ACL, and the overwhelming sense of disappointment burst the moment you held her in your arms again. It was home and it was safe. Leah clung onto your hoodie and made a right mess on the front but you didn’t care. Leah needed you and you wished you could take away her pain.

“I just wasn’t me out there today and that cost us the game,” Leah muttered after calming herself down and her hiccups stopped.

“Today wasn’t just your fault, honey,” you cooed, taking the hair tie out of Leah’s hair and combing your fingers through her blonde locks. She rested her head against your stomach and closed her eyes, zeroing in on your touch.

“I let the team down,” she countered, pulling you closer to her.

“It just wasn’t anyone’s day today, my love,” you cupped her face and wiped more of the tears that were about to fall from her eyes. You leaned in a little and were a bit unsure, but feeling her nudge herself towards you gave you the approval you sought.  

Her lips felt familiar against yours.

Salty.

Warm.

Recognizable.

Home.

She chased your lips and melted into them, gripping your wet hoodie like her life depended on it or that you would vanish if she let go, even for a second.

“I’m sorry I treated you the way I did, you don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve someone willing to love you for you, Leah,” you reassure her and seal it with a kiss, walking away from her to chuck the roast back in the oven to warm up for a bit and her smileys into the air fryer for a little reheating.

Zach’s voice fills the blanks when you look at her blue eyes, her features blow you away every time you look at her. You bled your whole soul into things you can't control; in a world you'll never satisfy brings Leah back to reality. The game today was good. It didn’t go their way from the beginning with those wretched socks and their delayed start but they gave it their all. It was a lesson to be learned and one to look back on when the team had lost its spark.

Leah scoffs down half the roast and convinces you to throw a couple more smiley into the air fryer for her to drown in your delicious gravy. You put a fresh toothbrush next to hers in her bathroom and have a glass of warm milk on your bedside waiting for you like you like.

“You remembered,” you tell her as she hands you a ratty jersey for you to sleep in. You throw it on and inhale her delicate scent, your heart filling with warmth and ease.

“I still set it out sometimes you know, especially after you left.”

“You’ll have to try and remember again now, I think,” you tease, and she stands in front of you. You sip on your milk and she kisses the foam mustache off your lips.

“I’ll never forget, my love. Ever.”

[clawsdevour]

caught on cam

wc: 1.6k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, kuroo x reader, smut, fingering, recorded sex, not proofread

note: this is like somewhat a continued story after the homemade film imagine!!! ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS IT MEANS A LOT TO ME THAT YOU GUYS REALLY LIKE MY WRITING, ESP WHEN YGS REQUEST YOUR OWN STORYLINES AND PLOTS FOR ME TO WRITE FOR YOU!!! TT_TT <333

𓍯ぃ ˑ  ִ

At the front door, you’re stumbling behind Kuroo as he’s trying to hastily pick the house keys from the bundle on his carabiner. The jingles from his keys rattled as he unlocked the door, turning the wrong way in the grooves of the handle while he’s letting out a few grunts of frustration till he was able to open the door.

“Door’s open..!” Kuroo exclaims, looking back at you with his hand out to put a grip on the side of your waist. You're slyly smiling as you walk in ahead of him, feeling a warm presence linger down below, slowly moving down towards your hip, and beyond lower. You both paused for a moment, closing the door with a discrete bang and a click as he locked the top and bottom knob.

“Did you forget why we came home early?” You’re staring into Kuroo’s hypnotizing hazel eyes with this seductive look plastered on your face as he’s gazing back at yours, sluggishly shuffling off his jacket.

“Now.. What made you think I forgot?” Kuroo’s smirking cunningly as he steps closer to you, eventually cornering you against the hallway wall. Inches away from his face, you planted a quick kiss on his cheek to toy with him while letting out a giggle. 

“You’re such a tease.” His hot breath tickles your ear when he whispers, lowering his head toward your collarbone keeping eye contact with yours. You felt a warm embrace press in between your legs. His fingers snuck up on you and started feeling up your panties as he slowly kissed you going from head down to your chest, leaving his subtle marks in only places he knows. 

You’re letting out sweet whimpers into his ears while his sloppy wet kisses attack you, pressed against the wall you wrap your arms around him to pull him even closer. His arms reach for your ass, signifying he wants to carry you somewhere else. Hopping into his arms, his grip on your ass was tight. It was like he had his hands feeling up mounds of raw dough that spilled out of his hands as he strolled into the living room. 

Slowly, he placed you down on your back on the couch laying your head down last. He’s standing on his knees hovering above you, Kuroo’s watching you while he’s tugging down at his tie to loosen his collar and dress shirt. Watching him start to undress, you pull up your shirt leaving him to see your exposed nipples that were now perky due to the chilly air while you see his length grow in size pressed against his restraining pants.

“You’re so cute, you know that? Ha.. I need a photo, or maybe a video.. to remember how fucking adorable you look right now.” Kuroo murmurs under his breath as he reaches for his back pocket to whip out his phone. Opening the camera app, he switched to the video mode and started recording with your permission. 

Playing with your tits with one hand, and the other with his phone capturing his soft fondles and flicks. Kuroo’s teasing your nipples as you let out faint whimpers feeling all the sensitive sensations created by his hand. His finger traces down your stomach, sending tingles that sparked down making you slightly arch your back against the plush couch. His hand reaches down towards the inside of your legs, tracing your inner thighs to soothe them. Looking at the screen to get the right angle as he flips your skirt up to reveal your slightly damp panties. His fingers press onto your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as you feel the friction in between the fabric and his fingers against your stimulated organ.

“Wet already, hmm? Do you want my fingers baby? Tell me or I won’t give you them..” switching his attention from the screen to your flushed pink face, waiting for you to utter out your response.

“Fingers.. I want your fingers in me, Kuroo” He’s snickering at your words and how needy you looked when you said them. His hand reaches for the sides of your underwear to pull them down, tugging on both sides to reveal your bare cunt to the camera. Getting your panties off he flings it off to the side before going back to your glistening juices. You’re covering your face in embarrassment when he gets his phone closer to your pussy, parting open your flaps to show the camera your full intimate area that leaked your sticky essences. His finger coldly brushes against your slit, collecting your slick as he hums in satisfaction.

“Are you excited that you’re being filmed, hmm? You’re pussy’s calling for me y’know?” Snickering, he’s circling your clit over and over sending shockwaves up your spine.

“So fucking beautiful down here, you should stop covering your face. M’trying to film all of you.”

Slipping a long slender finger into you, you let out a moan and listen to his words, essentially taking your hands off your face to stare back at the lense and your boyfriend. Kuroo’s watching his phone as if watching ordinary porn, he’s getting painfully hard. It was almost unbearable and he felt  like he could cum in his pants at just the sight. Adding in another finger, he’s also speeding up the pace while curling his fingers into your sweet spot. Your back arches even further on the couch, he’s recording every second, every angle, every sound, and every time he’s taking out and putting back in his fingers while watching you shake in pleasure. When you had your orgasm it was like you felt electricity race throughout your body as your vision blurred.

“Shit.. was it that good? Do you even need my dick inside you?” Taking his fingers out to reveal the slick all over his fingers, he pans the scene down to your breathless face that’s trying to regain its sanity. The footage shows his fingers being put into your mouth to get cleaned off before he unbelts his tight pants that held his increasing erection in check.

 Back to your senses with a more steady breathing pace, you’re spreading your legs wider for him as he closes in between the gap. He was able to get his pants unbuttoned and his belt off. Taking out his cock, the screen shows his dick bounce out to reveal his great size to which he stroked up and down making you salivate at the sight.

“Kuroo.. put it in,” holding your legs back for him, hips staring back at the ceiling with your messy pussy ready to plummeted by his cock. He’s lining himself up at your entrance, sliding in smoothly as he lets out a groan of relief while watching your stomach protrude with his size in you. 

“You feel like heaven.. feel s’good baby,” pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead before resuming filming your little sex tape. Gradually his hips clicked with you as he put his thumb on top of your clit to stimulate you further. While he’s going at it, you’re shifting your gaze from Kuroo and to the camera as your tits move in sync with each of his poundings. Each squelch made you wetter the more he thrusted, the phone in front of you made you feel like a real big slut for Kuroo as you moaned out his name multiple times, capturing the whole moment.

You’re squirming so bad on the couch from pleasure, trying to close your legs but always being denied by his hand that prohibited you. His tip kept bullying his way into your sweet spot so many times, you were just about to have your second climax. Zooming in on your wet pussy, to tits, to your lewd face slightly covered with your messy hair. Kuroo knows you’re eventually about to cum and immediately pulls out, leaving you in pants with whines in between.

“W-What’d you do that for.. Kuroo??” You’re out of breath and dazed in confusion. 

“Don’t worry about it, just making you feel extra good..” you mumble out a tired m’kay. Kuroo’s placing his phone down for a second, his hands rolling your limbless body onto your front. Your tits pressing down into the couch as he puts a pillow under your abdomen to help you stay stable so he can carry on with fucking you, this time with your ass up towards the ceiling. 

Sliding back into your warmth, except he’s able to reach deeper in this position, you can’t help but groan when his big cock makes his return back into you. Phone back in his hand while he videos your big ass taking his powerful and hard thrusts, making you moan like crazy while you try to grip onto the couch. Your ass against his pelvis jiggles with each time he plunges back into your gummy walls that don’t want to let go. 

“All mine right here.. haha. So beautiful. All mine..” Kuroo’s pussy drunk deep around your sticky walls, fondling the flesh of your ass when he adds a stinging strike on your cheek that turns a light red. You flinch in pleasure, tightening your grip on his cock that leaked of your essence.

“F-Fuck..! Think I’m gonna cum, can I do it inside baby?” Planting kisses on your back up to your shoulder. You’re lazily nodding while looking back at him in exhaustion, mouth open with whimpers spewing out his name. Kuroo’s warm seed shoots into your messed up pussy, pausing a bit before he takes his throbbing cock out for the camera to see your dripping cunt that held his genetic DNA.

He’s slowly exiting out of your warmth, immediately feeling a bit hollow as you try to hold it in you. He’s focusing the camera onto your pussy as his white fluids start to trickle out and slowly land onto your inner thighs while you start to give up on keeping it all in.

“T’so fucking hot.. I can't believe I got it all on cam this time. Maybe later we could watch and recreate it.. what do you think?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Too Close for Comfort 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, a grumpy man, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You find a place to stay for the semester but your landlord is less than hospitable.

Characters: Joel Miller

Note: I said I'd get to Joel and I'm sorry to neglect everyone else lol.

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The suburban sprawl awes you as you steer down the gentle curving avenues, taking in the trimmed hedges and the short picket fences. The neighbourhood is a stark contrast to the grim backstreets where you grew up. As you turn into the bright cul de sac, you can't help but wonder if you put the wrong address into the app.

The automated voice declares you've reached your destination just as you drive past the house from the posting. You hiss as you confirm the metal numbers mounted on the brick are the very same. You swerve into the nearest lot and reverse, forgetting to look as you do.

A loud honk has you slamming on the brakes as a large truck flashes its lights in your rearview. You give a sheepish wave and cringe, waiting for them to pull in. You sink down as you notice the bulky Chevy roll expertly into the lot  in front of the very house that distracted you.

You hold in a groan and back up, straightening the wheel and parking along the curb. A man drops heavily to his feet from the pick-up, slamming the door behind him. You wince and grip the steering wheel nervously. That must be the man you emailed.

Great first impression...

You open your car door to get out only to be trapped by your seat belt. You quickly click the button to release yourself and climb out of the car. You step up on the curb as the man scowls towards his front door, tramping up the cement walk between neatly groomed grass.

"Um, excuse me, Joel?" You call after him, "are you Joel Miller?"

He stops before the bottom step of the porch and pushes his head back with a growl. He turns to face you, agitation creased above his brows. You try to smile but your lips only tremble.

"Um, sorry to bother, I'm the one who messaged you. Er, about the room. You know, uh, online?" You wave your phone at him and his eyes dully focus on the gesture.

He crosses his arms. You shift your weight on your feet, not daring to break the threshold of his lawn. Right, you don't think this is going to work out. You should've known it was too good to be true.

"I'm sorry--"

"I'm Joel," he interrupts, "you're my one o'clock," he checks his watch, a brown leather band strapped around his thick tanned wrist, "you're early."

"I... yes, I am. I hate being late--"

"Doesn't matter," he dismisses tersely and twists on his heel.

He climbs the front steps of the two-storey house as you watch helplessly. His broad shoulders stretch the thin cotton of his tee shirt as he rolls his shoulders and keys in the code to the front door. You slump your shoulders, hooking your fingers in your pockets as you make to turn back.

"You wanna see the room?" He calls to you before you can retreat.

"Oh, uh, sure," you hop in place and quickly scurry up the wall, "er, that would be great."

You clatter up the steps, tripping over the last one. He stands by the door, staring at you dully as he holds it open for you. You show your teeth appeasingly as you approach.

"Take your shoes off," he points you inside.

You step onto the mat and bend to untie your sneakers. He enters after you with a sigh. You quickly sidle out of his way as he nearly bumps into you. You slide your shoes aside and stand as he thumbs off his boots.

"It's above the garage," he points to the east wall. That is east, right?

"Sure, uh, cool," you follow him past the staircase.

He leads you to a door just before the kitchen and opens it again. It occurs to you then, maybe too late, that he's a complete stranger and you've walked carelessly into his house. You look at him, trying to hide the flicker of doubt. It doesn't help that he doesn't smile. Actually, you're not sure if that would be any better. 

You go ahead of him and climb the stairs behind the door. You enter the room, fully furnished and relatively cozy. You're impressed. It's not much but enough to make do.

“Built in the bathroom,” he explains as he does to another doorway, “only half bath, you'll have to use downstairs for a shower. Kitchenette,” he goes to the counter mounted into the wall, “microwave, hot plate sink, guess you could get an electric kettle.”

You nod as you look around. It's not bad; a bed, a chair and footstool, a table against the wall with two wooden stools. Of all the places you've viewed, it's decent and it's close enough to school 

“I could… is that an offer?” You prompt.

“You got a job?” He asks.

“Sure, I work on campus between classes, and I have a grant,” you explain, “probably won't be here too much, just need somewhere to sleep.”

“Mm,” he rubs his chin, a hoarse bristle of brown and gray along his jaw. “Deposit?”

“Right, um, yeah, I got it. I could Venmo? Or paypal?”

“Cash,” he insists.

“Oh, uh, I don't have it on me,” you fumble with your phone, “but I can show you my balance.”

“Bring it tomorrow and the room is yours.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Get the money in my hand and it's a deal,” he offers his hand, “you seem clean. You're a student. Better than the guy who tried to steal my silverware.”

“Uh, I won't do that,” you shake his hand and chuckle nervously.

“Mmm,” he growls and lets you go. “As long as you're quiet, I don't care what you do.”

“Oh, yeah,” you cover your mouth and lower your voice, “I'll do my best.”

He is unshakable. You're not the most charming character but you're harmless, most people realise that pretty quickly. You turn and continue to look around. 

You go to the window and pull the cord of the blinds. Only one side raises and you yank it again. You give an oop as you angle it and try to let it down. It's only making it worse.

He huffs and crosses the room. You back up and he snatches the cord, rolling it up easily. You mumble an apology and look out, peering down at the driveway.

“It's really nice,” you say, “you said you put it the bathroom yourself?”

“Built the whole room,” he grumbles as he backs up, scratching the back of his, “something to do…”

“Right,” you smile, impressed by his handiwork. “Well, I can get the money. When should I come back?”

“Ten,” he says, “and don't be early. Don't need you interrupting my coffee.”

“Yes, sir,” you confirm, “ten…” you set an alarm on your phone and add it to your calendar, “I'll be here.”

You peek up at him as he watches you with narrowed eyes. His expression is enough to see you off. You're going to scram before he rescinds his offer.

🏘️

The next day, you head out to deliver the deposit. You take a little longer than you expected at the bank. You didn't consider that taking out a large amount would raise alarm bells. 

With that sorted, you set off for your new home. This time, you park without issue, the Chevy truck unmoving in the driveway. You skip up the walk and take the steps two at a time. Your toe hits the top stair and you fly forward, colliding with the door.

You stand straight and laugh at yourself, reaching to knock on the door.

“Don't,” a disembodied voice warns.

You frown and look around. Your eyes catch the almost indiscernible lens above the doorbell. Oh, fancy.

The door swings open and Joel greets you over a gray blue mug. You stare at him awkwardly and teeter on your feet. Oh, yeah. You are here for a reason.

“Got it all here,” you proclaim as you loosen the drawstring on your purse, “counted it twice.”

He accepts it as he drinks from his mug, slurping down the last of the dregs. He clears his throat as he lowers the cup, “mm, great.”

“So, uh, not to be pushy,” you let your bag hang from your elbow, “when would I be able to… move in?”

His brown eyes bore into your very soul, “well… I guess whenever you need…”

“Great, because um, to be honest, it's really expensive to live on campus and my roommates are… messy,” you hesitate as you realise you're rambling, “not that that matters to you.”

“Just think of me like your landlord,” he grits, “don't bother me unless it's an emergency.”

“Got it,” you nod, “sorry, I'm excited. Oh, and I was wondering, am I allowed outside? Well, I don't mean, like, okay, is there a backyard?”

He nods stiffly. 

“Am I… can I uh, use it?”

He stares then shrugs, “I guess. Two rules, stay out of my room and stay out of the garage. You got your room, you'll have access to the common space within limits.”

“Uh huh, makes sense,” you hold out the envelope and he takes it. “Well, thanks, I really appreciate it. You know, it must be a good investment, a little apartment…” you clamp your lips and cringe, “okay, sorry, I'm going.”

He doesn't respond. As you turn, the door snaps shut and you nearly trip again. It'll be a bit tense but it's better than scraping the bottom of the barrel to pay rent and dealing with Kaya's late night antics. 

🏘️

You email Joel shortly after your last encounter. Restless, you're eager to be out of your overpriced and overcrowded dorm. You have most of your things ready to go. A single knapsack and a long duffle. 

He agrees to the day before the first. You're not the sort to complain. It's better than the alternative. Short of the grumpy overseer, you really found the perfect place.

When you arrive, Joel's truck isn't there. You try ringing the bell but don't get an answer. You didn't expect any different. You sit on the top step and wait, admiring the facade of the neighbouring houses and the autumnal russets littered across their yards.

You’re not early. Not that early. You thought he’d be around or maybe give you some direction on how to get inside. Technically, this is your home too now. You signed the electronic lease.

When he drives up, you stand, swaying as you try not to seem too jumpy. He sits in his truck, taking his time as he lingers inside. When he gets out, he is in no hurry. You smile as he approaches and chew your lower lip.

His graying hair looks fluffy and soft despite his demeanour. He wears a tee shirt under a canvas shirt.

“Hi, er, Joel, sir,” you greet, “I… think I got the right day.”

“Was getting a key cut,” he slips his hand into his back pocket, “the keypad can be finicky. This one’s for the back. Just in case.”

“Thanks,” you chirp as you accept the key, “that’s awesome.”

His dark eyes challenge your enthusiasm as they flick up.

“Sure,” he agrees flatly.

“I’ll get my bags,” you announce as you back up, giving him room to step past you.

He rumbles but doesn’t give a real response. You hop off the step, landing clumsily, and follow the path down to the sidewalk. You pop your trunk and pull out your duffle and knapsack. As you go to shut the trunk, you feel a tug on the handle of the duffle bag and you hold back a yipe as a rough hand brushes the side of yours.

Joel doesn’t say a word as you let him take the bag. He turns and stalks back up the lawn. You can’t tell if he’s being helpful or he just wants to lock you away so you're out of his way. You hurry after him, keys jingling loudly.

Your foot hits the step and you nearly stumble again. You catch yourself with a stomp on the next step and he pauses at the front door to glance back at you. You offer another meek smile. He opens the door, waiting on you as you steady yourself.

“Sorry.”

“Slow down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You give a nervous chuckle. He’s not laughing. You gulp and hook your knapsack on your shoulder before you continue inside. He might not be the nicest but at least you can be assured he can fix anything you break. Not that you’re intending on that… hopefully.

[whorediaries-09]

remember how I'd fly to you?💋 another one bc my mind RAN with ideas coquette-y!reader gives siri flowers and he's surprised because she remembered his favorite flower and reader doing lovey-dovey little things (taking care of him when he's drunk, washing his hair softly, giving him massages, making hot cocoa for him) while he stares at her in awe.

okay i kinda like how this one turned out 🎀

lavender haze;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- mutual pinning, tooth rotting fluff, alcohol. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i just wanna stay...

the slut club

i feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me

'sirius did you get your helmet?' your startled shout echoes from your house. it's still carries its softness, the healing aura when it falls on sirius' eardrums. he hears your muffled pacing around in the hall. he wonders what you're searching for, sandals or his helmet. he doesn't think you'd like to get your soft bunny slippers dirty.

he bumps his black boot against the gravel of the road, twisting and turning around his motorbike keys. he hears your footsteps echo in your pretty garden as you approach him. his black helmet in your hands, a stark contrast against your pretty pastel colored dress you wore.

'how could forget your helmet sirius!' you scold. but there's no grimace in your tone, or anger. it's pure and raw, honey coated words from your vocal cords. he throws you a lopsided smile. one that makes your heart flutter and do somersaults against your ribcage.

'it ruins my hair,' he says. you knit your eyebrows together, standing on your tiptoes, sliding the helmet across his head. biting your lip, you clasp it under his jaw.

'well you'll have to shave it off if you...' you advise, shaking your head at the horrible thought. his smile softens, as he throws his arm around your neck, pulling you closer. you breathe in his warm scent of cedar and mahogany. his hot breathe fans over your face before he presses a soft peck on your forehead. you close your eyes as heat rushes under your skin.

'i'll be safe from now on, sweetie,' he whispers against your hot blazing skin. your hand crawls over his leather jacket, as you pat him, slowly moving away from his hold. because you're sure that if you don't you'll combust right then and there.

'promise?' you ask. he inserts his key into his bike, turning on the engine. patting his helmet he nods,

'promise.'

the 'just for you' remains silent.

******

you sink your knees into the mud, planting another healthy batch of gloxinias, heathers. daisies and yarrows. your garden isn't very huge, but it's not too small either. it's patched with pretty flower beds and well mowed fresh grass. the abyss of the soft hues of pinks, lavenders and whites melt to form a garden so very like you.

sirius thinks it's endearing how much you take care of flowers. he likes them too, especially the daisies. he wonders how it would feel if you braided them into his hair, but he doesn't want to pick your carefully cultivated flowers.

he doesn't want the flowers on his hair, he thinks. he just wants to feel your fingers running through the locks. and the flowers seem to be an excuse to keep something from you. something like a souvenir. something to keep near him, knowing how much love and effort you put in to grow them.

he sinks his hand into the packet of groceries, pulling out a tray of strawberries.

'hi sweetie,' he says, standing by you. you jump a little, seemingly startled by his sudden appearance. he doesn't blame you. he finds you adorable when you're surprised...well no he finds you adorable all the time. so maybe he'd done it on purpose.

his heart skips a beat as you stand up, wiping your dirty, muddy hands on your apron. your hair is tousled, messy. your eyes reflect the shimmer of the sun, but nothing beats the shine of your smile.

'i brought you strawberries,' he hands you the tray of strawberries. you smile at him, and his heart melts. he's so in love with you, he thinks. it's endearing, how much he wants to kiss your lips, comb your tousled hair, paint your nails with pretty pastel colors, pick out sundresses for you.

'thank you, pretty,' you say. he throws you a lopsided smile. his mind reels with the nickname you used for him...pretty. he's putty in your hands and you don't even know it. he's devoted to you and you don't even know it.

'i'm gonna make it into a jam, would you want some?' you ask.

'i'd love some,'

he doesn't really want you, he loves you.

*****

it was slow. it progressed eventually. when the looks in a crowded room began to wander about solely for him. when you laughed at the silliest jokes by him. when you wore his black leather jacket on a cold day, just to realize you'd like to submerge in his scent forever. when you held his hand for the first time and the sparks crawled under your skin. when the gray skies and beaches only seemed appealing when they were the shade of his eyes.

it took a lot of convincing from lily for you to realize. you didn't really have a crush on sirius. no, you didn't want him.

you loved him.

you'd broken a few flowers from your garden. heathers, yarrows and daisies. you'd tied them together, making a little bouquet. though you weren't sure he'd like it, considering the bouquet looked like a mess. a beautiful mess none the less.

taking in a breath you knocked on his door. you heard shuffling around in his hallway, before the door swung upon, revealing a shirtless sirius. his chest was clad in tattoos, which rather hid under the t-shirts he wore. his gray sweatpants hung low on his narrow hips, revealing his happy trail. fuck, you thought, gulping slowly. you felt the heat crawl under your skin to your neck and ears, your eyes drifting to your shoes.

the sight haunted you, in the best way possible. and even though you could stare at him all day, you were just his friend.

a friend who was hopelessly in love with him.

'hav-have i interrupted something?' you ask, even though no other shoes were visible other than his.

'god, no sweetie, i was hot,'

you are hot, you think wordlessly.

'you can look, i promise,' he says. his voice carries a teasing tone. you're sure you feel your heart burst out from your ribcage and your legs turn shaky when you look at him, leaned against his doorframe, his hand tucked away in his pocket. his smile burns through you, as you hand him the jam and the bouquet of flowers. he's visually speechless. his eyebrows knitted into an unreadable emotion. you wonder what he thinks.

'thanks, love,' he says, nudging his finger against his scrunched up nose. love...he says. he'd never used it before...

you want nothing but to sink into his arms and kiss him.

*****

he wraps his hands around your body. he's sure he smells like whiskey, beer and things you don't like. but you're soft, and he's drunk. he needs you, he needs the one he loves close by. he needs to feel your skin upon his. he needs to submerge himself into your scent.

'pretty, you're drunk,' your house smells so homely. he wants to sink in your cave and presence for an everlasting period. he wants to coat his eardrums into your honey weaved voice forever.

'i knowww,' he slurs. he hears you locking the door. you house smells of vanilla and sugar. he wonders whether he had interrupted your baking session. he wonders whether you're angry at him for drinking. but your beautiful eyes speak nothing. he knits his eyebrows, tucking your head under his jaw. he presses your head against his chest.

'did i interrupt something?'

'no,' you chuckle. he thinks it's the most beautiful melody he's heard.

'sirius, you should take a bath...i'll draw you one yeah?'

he blinks as you separate yourself from him. you guide him to your couch, telling him to sit down and open his shoes. he unbuckles the belt of his boots, before he hears the splashing of water against ceramic.

'sweetie, will you wash my hair?' he says, when he sees you waddle back into the hall. you play with your fingers clumsily, not quite meeting his gaze.

'you're sure?' you whisper.

'yeah,' he nods. his heart somersaults when you agree. so he walks into your washroom. the bubbles in the bathtub shimmer under the moonlight that enter through the window. your bath smells of watermelons and strawberries. he strips himself off his clothes, sinking under the hot water.

'love, you can come in,' he shouts. you slowly walk into your bathroom. he's thrilled, to say the least. to be soaked in your scent. to finally feel your fingers against his scalp. his heart flutters, when you kneel down beside him, grabbing the bottle of shampoo.

the silence is comforting, soaked in an effervescent of pure bliss and innocence. neither of you speak, afraid to jinx the moment. because it feels unreal, a haze. but it's real, your eyes boring into his, your fingers rubbing into his scalp. it's real, his hot breath fanning over your face. it's real, how he feels so close yet so far away. it's real, when he finally breaks the silence.

'i love you, sweetie,'

'you're drunk,'

'in love,'

*****

the smell of hot chocolate mixes with your spritz of cherries. you feel the hot gaze of sirius burn your back through you. he thinks there's nothing not to love about you. he's not drunk from alcohol anymore, but he remembers confessing. he remembers being drunk in love.

because he is, right now. and he wants to be all the time, if it's you he loves.

and he doesn't regret it, no. the poems he'd written about you would never compare to the ethereal love he feels for you. the paints melting on canvas could never capture your beauty. they could never capture how you made him feel. they could never capture the softness of your voice. they could never capture the feeling of your hair against his fingers. they could never capture the feeling of your body pressed against his. they could never capture the random scribbles of your fingers on his back. they could never capture the beauty of your eyes. they could never capture your sunny smile. they could never capture the taste of your jams or cookies. they could never capture the taste of your lips against his.

they could never capture you.

not when your lips melted with his, when you hand him the cup of hot cocoa.

[marksbear]

Okay I know am making alot of requests but I just want to write this down and get it to you so I hopefully won't forget. But how about sub Steven with a werewolf boyfriend. And he starts ignoring Steven because his rut is coming and doesn't want to hurt Steven. Which leads to Steven coming over to his home and seeing if he is okay. Reader then explains and steven says he won't hurt him if he will have him. Which leads to Steven getting destroyed and then reader asks if he wants to be his mate forever and steven says yes and then gets marked by reader. Idk why but I've just been in the mood for monster readers so if you dont mind that the next few requests I make will probably be different monsters.-🐻‍❄️

I don't mind if you request a lot honestly I love it keeps me busy. Hope you like it my friend and I don't mind writing about monsters! 🐻‍❄

Warnings! SMUT, monster sex, werewolf reader, talk about breeding,

STEVEN GRANT X WEREWOLF MALE READER

"This isn't like Y/n."

Steven thinks to himself after seeing Y/n text messages. Y/n had canceled their date again It's like the fourth time this week he had done it. And all his excuses was the same.

"Sorry Steven, but I can't make it. I'll make it up next time baby."

Usually Steven wouldn't mind if Y/n canceled it cause he will always tell him the reason but this time Y/n will just apologize and tell him he will make it up.

So of course Steven grew worried for his boyfriend since this was the first time Y/n ever acted like this. Steven made a plan to visit his boyfriend buying some snacks for him if hes sick.

Steven walks up to Y/n's house and uses the spare key unlocking the door and walking inside. The house is dark and silent a bit creepy if Steven was honest. Steven explores the house seeing lots of things broken and torn apart like paintings, vases, seats and chairs and even a whole table.

Steven walks to his boyfriend's bedroom hearing growls and panting. Steven crouches a little looking through the keyhole and a gasp escapes his lips. Steven stares in awe at his boyfriend. Y/n is naked on the floor breathing while some moans escape his lips Y/n eyes staring at his hard aching cock. Y/n eyes shoot up at the door and stand up from the floor.

"Baby? I wouldn't want to come in right now if I was you...I'm not in the best shape right now." Y/n tries to reason walking closer to the door laying his head on it."What's the matter love?" Steven asks through the door feeling even more worried.

Y/n thinks of a way to tell his boyfriend what's going on with him without sounding blunt. "Remember when me and you had that long boring talk about what I am a few months back?" "About your werewolf thingy?" Y/n chuckles at his boyfriend response.

"Yes Stevey. Uhm well...I'm going through my rut to avoid the long and boring details It's very dangerous for you to be here." After Y/n tells Steven that Steven grows quiet causing Y/n to worry. "Steven. All those months back when I told you I will never hurt you. I still plan to stick to my words." Y/n says that to hopefully ease his boyfriend.

"Is there a way that I can help you?" Steven asks worriedly and puts his hand on the door knob. Y/n tries to hold back the monster inside of him opening the door for Steven. "Steven...If you let me have you i'll promise not to hurt you."

Y/n takes Steven by his cheeks brings him closer and kisses Steven deeply on his lips. As the two kiss Y/n inhales Steven's scent making the beast inside him even more hard to hold back. The kiss gets even more heated with Y/n basically tackling Steven on the bed pinning him down as he uses his free hand ripping Steven's clothes off.

Y/n growls in Steven's mouth and pulls away from the kiss and rips off Steven's shirt completely. Y/n bites and licks Steven's chest lust and his animal instincts take over him completely. Y/n's hard cock presses against Steven's ass while Y/n grinds onto Steven's lower half.

Once Steven is naked Y/n flips him over so his chest and stomach is on the sheets while his waist is up. Steven hears Y/n transforming into his wolf form and he feels Y/n's hard cock gets even bigger. Y/n's cock is between Steven's thighs moving back and forth. Y/n movement is fast opening a bottle of lube and applying it on his fingers while he uses his free hand to hold Steven's waist still.

"HmMm!~ oh fu-uuck!" Steven moans out feeling Y/ns first finger going inside of him. Even though it's only one finger it makes Steven already feel so full inside. Steven cries and moans in the sheets rocking his hips back and forth on the finger. Y/n adds another finger stretching Steven out at a fast pace, Steven's cock leaks with precum oozing out the tip. Soon enough Steven is in pure bliss by the fingers holding the sheets for dear life as he screams and moans. To Steven it seems Y/n still has his sense in human in him fingering and stretching him so thoughtfully.

Y/n pulls his fingers out and quickly adds lube on his cock. The human sense of Y/n is thrown out the window when Y/n grabs Steven's waist slamming him down onto his cock without mercy. Y/n growls and begins to fuck his boyfriend merciless. The grip Y/n has on Steven's hips is gonna mark, but Y/n doesn't care only focusing on his own pleasure.

"L-love! s--slow down! pleAse slow down! AhhHh~ ohh fuck~" Steven begs while his face runs with tears.

The bed creaks, shakes and bounces from the two as skin slapping, moans and screams can be heard from outside the house while the two are at it. Steven holds onto the pillow for dear life screaming in it while some of his tears land on it.

Y/n's cock is reaching new places for Steven causing Steven to scream and cry as the cock inside him explore places that it hasn't ever reached. Y/n turns Steven around making his back on the sheets now. Steven's eyes are all watery, but he can still see Y/n's wolf features clearing. Steven opens his legs wider giving Y/n more access.

Steven looks down at his stomach seeing the outline of Y/n cock bulging in his stomach. Steven weakly moves his hand on the bulge feeling it move up and down inside him. The image of Y/n that deep inside him makes Steven throw his head back and cum hard all over himself and his lover.

The scent of his Steven makes Y/n intoxicated and makes him go even faster abusing his hole. Y/n growl and snarl and almost let out a sound almost like a howl as he cums deep inside Steven burying his seed deep inside him. Steven cries and moans feeling Y/n hot cum inside him. Steven thinks Y/n load never stops coming. It overfills him causing most of the cum to leak out of his abused hole.

"Steven...Become my mate. Be mine forever."

"Y----yes. I wanna be your mate..." Even though Steven's answer is quiet Y/n still hears him and moves to Steven's neck finding a spot before biting into it deeply. Steven winces and squirms under Y/n.

After a while Y/n finally pulls away licking and kissing the mark before turning back into his human form.

"Soo...How will you rate the monster?"

"Y/nnn. Not now." Steven says out of breath.

"I'm just saying. Looks like you two had fun. I mean you're covered in cum and lets not even talk about your legs, thighs and especially your ass---"

Y/n gets cut off by a pillow thrown his way. Y/n laughs and kisses Steven's head. "He told me he likes you. And he wants to fuck you again until you have his children." Y/n says honestly with a giggle.

"Did you hear me Steven----" "SHUT UP"

THE END

[willowve01]

The Incident

(Timeline: 3 years before Silverben)

Tw: Abuse, gore, violence & characters in distress

Read at your our risk~ (it’s a lot, be warned)

Part 1:

Raine let out a long sigh, leaned against the back door of the bakery as she closed it behind her. Sliding down slightly as she closed her eyes. It had been a really long day, the type of day that was difficult to decipher whether good or bad.

Opening her eyes, they shone brightly in the rising moon. She wasn’t scared of the dark, lanterns and the moons grace lit the streets home. Staring down at the ground in front of her as she walked. It was when she walked down the narrow dirt path that eventually led to her family's porch, is when she looked up.

The sight before her caused her features to flash with confusion before irritation. There on the porch steps sat her sister, curled up on the steps with her head buried in her knees, looking up to meet her older sisters gaze as she heard her approach. Their father had locked them out of the house again.

Raine grumbled something under her breath, telling Lynn to stand as she reached for her unruly tied hair. She pulled the hairpin out as her brunette locks fell to her shoulders; using the pin as a key, Raine opened the door. Lynn scurried off to her room to collect a pair of clothes for the night. Raine planned to take her uncle up on his offer, she couldn’t handle her father tonight.

“We aren’t doing this tonight. I’ve had a long day, we’ll be back tomorrow.”

“The fuck you are? Who said you could leave?!”

“I did.”

Raine stood her ground before her father, her face calm while her tone reeked of venom. Fuming, David stepped up, chest to chest with his eldest to intimidate her back into staying. No. No, she just couldn’t do this anymore. She stood her ground, pushing back against him before he pushed her back harshly by her shoulders. Lynn squeaked in fear behind Raine, her face partially hidden behind her sisters frame.

“R-Rai, I want to go.. I want to go home. Let’s go, please..?”

Lynn pleaded behind her as she pulled at her sleeve, the only thing Raine heard over her fathers incessant shouting steadily growing in tone. His words slurred in a drunken rage, pushing and shoving at his eldest who refused to back down. Not this time.

Lynn trembled and continued to plead with her sister; it was time to go. Raine turned for the door, keeping Lynn in front of her but was pulled back by her wrist, immediately sparking rage in the teen. Her sister beginning to sob in fear, pulling her sister back as hard as she could.

“Get out of my way!”

David spat as he yanked the little girl away by her hair, throwing her to the floor as she screamed and held her head in pain, curling up in a ball as he took a bottle in hand.

“You’re always in the fucking way, you rat!”

“Dad, stop it!”

“Fuck off!”

Raine pushed and shoved at the taller man, coming to stand over her sister as the tussle. A tussle that ended with glass exploding against her face and her falling to the floor in shock. The ringing in her ears blocked out the panicked and agonizing screams of her sister as she sobbed into her back, desperately trying to pull her away from the scene.

Raine was scared of the dark. Scared of the warmth of blood pouring out of her eye and down her chin. The screaming, the shouting, the pain. She felt something snap in her mind as she took a loose shard in her hand and swung, slicing open her fathers face as the glass glided across his nose.

Now it was his turn to scream in agony, hiding his bloody face in his hands as Raine stumbled to stand; Lynn led her through the hall and into one of their rooms that housed a window, forgetting it was nailed shut by their old man. Feeling around, Raine forced her fist through the glass, causing more damage to her already wounded arm.

Lynn hoped through the window as she grabbed one of her sisters arms again, desperately trying to lead her blood blinded sister through. Desperately trying to lead her to safety.

“Come on! Through here, come on!”

There was no time for Raine to blindly crawl through the busted window, she could hear heavy stomps growing closer. She grumbled as she unwrapped her sisters death grip on her wrist.

“Get! Go get Uncle Bill, someone! Get!”

Lynn stumbled onto the ground, sobbing as she stared up at her sisters bloodied face. “Get!” Raines' command barely snapped her out of her trance as fled. Lightheaded with panic, she prayed to whatever god was listening that he spares her sister.

Raine swayed in her spot by the shattered window as the stomps ended at the doorway behind her. She could feel his rage radiating off him, making the hair in the back of her neck stand as she turned to face him. Hints of bright blue shining through her bloodied eyes, growling in anger as he stomped closer.

Part 2:

It was late in the evening, late enough for dinner but too late to be expecting visitors. There was a frantic pounding on the door, startling Jane as she worked in the kitchen. The couples dog, Bandit, barked loudly and ran to the front door. Growling as he sniffed the bottom of the doorframe, his aggressive demeanor dropping immediately when he recognized the scent on the other side.

Bill, being the man of the house, was the one to answer and to his horror.. there stood a very shaken and frantic Lynn. Her face stained with tears, trembling in her spot on the porch with blood dripping down her hands from her escape, the blood spray on her face that didn’t seem to be hers.

“Lynn? What happened!? Are you okay?? Where’s Raine?!”

“Raine.. RAINE! SHE’S STUCK!! IN THE HOUSE!!”

With that, it didn’t take him long to get out the door. Jane barely appeared in the doorway to see what had happened before everyone was out the door. Bill barely threw on a coat as he hurried— as much as he could with his bad leg and cane. Bandit and Lynn running ahead towards the Fellowes household.

As they grew closer, he could hear David shouting obscenities from inside. His anger reaching a boil, he saw red as the throbbing pain in his leg vanished, healed by enraged adrenaline. His cane nearly poking hole in the old wood porch as he stomped up the steps, kicking down the door, allowing his canine companion to enter first.

Bandit barked and snarled as he launched towards David, holding Raine down on the floor in a one handed choke hold as she held up his other hand above his head. The wolf-dog clamped down on the back of the old man’s neck, giving him a good shake as he dragged him away from the girl.

Raines' broken wrist fell to the floor, her body limp and weak from her struggle. Blind from the blood and shards in her eyes, she couldn’t see what Bill had done. Only a brief glimpse of the ginger raising his cane over his head and bringing down again. Knocking David out cold.

A whimper from Raine made the enraged uncle freeze mid swing, his blood turning to ice once he fell out of his blind rage. The pain in his hip and knee made him stumble before giving out to another whimper and choked sob from his niece, quickly yet carefully taking her into his arms and holding her tightly. Panting into her shoulder as he carefully pulled her into his lap, dropping his cane beside him. Bandit pushed his nose in between them, trying to get into the hug and he licked Raines face, waking her up again.

“Oh Raine..”

“hic… h-hurts.. h-hurt..”

“shhh It’s okay.. you’ll be okay..”

“I’ve got you, Ladybug.”

[daddydom0000-2]

Seeing you shake in fear while I start carving my initials onto your belly. Claiming my property than no one else can touch. I put my knife down smearing the blood all over while groping your boobs. Rolling my fingers over them gently as I squeeze them maintaining eye contact. You start to feel my hand rub the inside of your thighs while putting my throbbing fat cock inside your tight soaking wet pussy. Putting the gun inside your mouth hearing a loud moan as my cock forces itself in. I choke you making sure you never break eye contact while I’m using your holes for my pleasure. Unable to see anything but a man in a mask that will be your new owner enjoying your body using it for his pleasure disregarding anything you feel because you’re a worthless piece of meat. I start thrusting faster and rougher feeling your pussy clenching my cock while I spit in your face degrading you. Thrusting harder as my grip around your neck progressively tightens up watching you slowly run out of breath but not realizing it yet. Your body is squirming uncontrollably as you feel me relentlessly thrusting penetrating your cervix while making you scream. “You’re so fucking pathetic whore. You will never amount to anything in life. You got lost because you’re dumb. A stupid girl needs a guide. You will only obey me now. You don’t think doll.” I shove the gun deeper in your mouth hearing you choking unable to get any air as thrust repeatedly into your dripping cunt. My cock hard as ever while hearing you whimper after every thrust feeling your legs shaking in my hands while looking down at my amazing art. “You’re MINE.” I pin you down as I groan loudly “Fuck you’re so tight slut” I rub your clit applying pressure gently making you soaked before I start cumming inside your tight wet cunt. Filling it to the brim keeping my cock buried inside your pussy making you feel all my warm cum fill you inside. Breeding you knowing the stranger is never going to let you go anymore. I’m never letting you escape little one. I caress your body then fondle your boobs kissing you as I pull out. The sky out is getting lighter realizing it’s Monday morning you get nervous still tied. You try to speak up but you see me smile pulling a pretty pink collar and a black leash out of my bag as I lean over putting the around your neck. I pat your head and compliment you for being filled with my cum. I look down seeing your body and dress covered in blood. Marks and bruises that have started to formed from me using you. I look at you mischievously asking “do you want to find your way back home pup? I will show you. Come here baby” pats your head wiping the cum from your lips and making you suck my finger clean “good girl. C’mon I’ll show you the way back home” I loosen up the rope around your legs but make you crawl your way back out of the woods. We walk the total complete opposite way of where you told me you thought you lived but you don’t question it since you’re crawling on all four and have already been lost. Cum leaking from your wet cunt as you do looking around senseless but start seeing a house very far in the distance. It’s the same color as your house but you can’t clearly see it fully. We start getting closer and closer realizing it’s not your house you hesitate a little but feel my grip around your leash pull you. I look down admiring how beautiful my pretty little pet looks crawling home. I pull out my keys and open the door to your new home. “You will forget about anything in your life previous to this. You live here. You are a doll. A toy for my pleasure. A pet, a slut, whatever I desire you to be, you are.” I end the recording and slap your ass “you still have one more hole to go….🖤🖤

Pt. 2

[84reedsy]

The Mentorship, Part 5

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Parts 5 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4845

-----Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4----

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

A mandatory stop at a Waffle House did not improve her mood. She tried to stay in the car, but neither man was having it.

Scott opened her door, bending down to her level.

“Either you get in there or I'll throw you over my shoulder and take you myself.” He warned, Curt snickering behind him.

She was irritated by him still, even more so at his flirting now, knowing she was in a bad mood. 

She was the only one not in comfortable clothes and she stuck out like a sore thumb. At least the shorts held her ass in and it wasn't half hanging out. It was a small consolation.

As with any Waffle House there was little seating and she ended up sitting on the inside of the booth at the strong suggestion from the oversized men. Scott slid in next to her, his legs splayed wide open and pinning her as far in as possible. Curt sat across from her, ordering for her before she got a chance to speak.

“One waffle isn't going to kill me,” she mumbled, not looking forward to her egg whites and peppers.

“Yeah, but it might make those shorts tighter,” Scott pinched some skin around her waist and she squirmed, smacking his hand. Curt sipped his coffee, knowing that this slow rib was starting to build beautifully. The culmination would teach her a lesson she may never forget.

The next hotel was a little more stately, it had several floors and even a pool. She hoped she could get in a few laps before they left in the morning. Her shoulders fell when she realized she still had none of her things. 

She drug in bag after bag and lay them in the lobby. She was the last to get to the counter. She waited expectantly for Curt to give her their room info, but she could tell something was up.

“Looks like you are having the worst luck with rooms,” he said, “you gotta get in here quicker to get a shot at the good ones,”

“There can't be that many people here, the parking lot isn't even full. What,  do we have one bed again,” she held out her hand for a key.

“I don't,” he responded, pocketing his key, “or should I say, Ricky Steiner and I don't,”

Brinkley was stunned for a moment, she assumed she was misunderstanding him. 

“Do I have to get my own room?” She asked, “If you’ll recall, I don’t have my wallet,” she reminded him, a bit of hostility in her tone.

“Nah, you are sharing,” He replied vaguely, smirking, “after you bring our bags up,”

She couldn’t stifle her scowl; she was tired and achy and she’d been the butt of everyone’s joke for three days.

“Yeah, I lost this time,” Scott sauntered up to them, “I have to share with the rookie,”

Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth felt dry. Curt was already walking away, calling behind him, “Room 247,” and a chorus of others yelled out their room numbers as they headed for the elevators. 

Brinkley could have strangled every one of them, instead grabbing a luggage cart. She slammed the bags on it as she stacked them.

“Panties in a bunch?” Scott watched her amused, but grabbed a couple of the bags to help.

“You know, I wouldn’t know, because I don’t know where mine are,” She snapped a little, “they seem to have gone missing and like anything is going to fit under these shorts,” She rambled.

Scott’s eyebrows rose up again, his eyes darting to her shorts. She was probably right, those things were skin tight. 

“Probably should keep track of your stuff better,” He chided her, handing her a keycard as she turned to stare angrily at him. She snatched it out of his hand only to realize quickly after that she had no pockets. She jammed it in her top, hoping her boob and the material would hold it securely. 

At room 212, she dropped Eddie and Chavo’s bags - both tipped her generously. Again, she had to store it in her top. At 215, she dropped Steve and Lex’s bags and she noticed something familiar through a gap in the top flap. She grabbed the bag as Steve started to take it in his room, unzipping it completely to find the other parts of her ring gear. She snatched it from the bag.

“What about the rest,” she dug through it before he pulled it back.

“That’s all I’ve got,” He snickered, Lex holding up his hands in innocence behind him.

“I’m not involved in this at all, have a look if you want.” he motioned towards his bag still on the cart. She did and found nothing.

She stared sharply at Scott as they left the room.

“Hey, at least you found some of it.” He shrugged. 

She was going through Kevin’s bag as he answered his door. 

“Ah, she figured it out?” Kevin asked, leaning against the door frame amused as she yanked her things out of his bag.

“Yeah, she’s pretty quick, Stinger kind of messed it up though, left his bag open,” Scott explained. She zipped it roughly once she was convinced she had everything. She shoved it at him roughly and left, turning her nose up at his tip.

“Oh, she’s got some attitude,” Kevin joked loudly. 

Again she was already going through Curt’s bag when he opened the door. He looked at Scott, impressed that she’d figured it out already. She didn’t say a word to him or Rick as she dumped their still open bags at their feet. 

“What, no goodnight?” Curt called after her as she drug the now much lighter cart behind her. 

“I think she’s getting a little snippy,” Scott slapped Curt on the shoulder, “might want to send someone to check on me,”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME,” They both heard from down the hall, seeing that she had found their room and had gone inside.

“Well…good luck, brother,” Curt laughed, slapping Scott on the back now.

Scott stood behind her in the doorway, staring at the same single king bed in the middle of the room that she was.

“Yeah, sucks don’t it,” He stepped around her, carrying his own bag and tossing it on the dresser. 

Brinkley dropped her bag, now mostly full again. She began rummaging through Scott’s bag now, knowing a few things were still missing. Buried in the side of his bag were her wallet, panties, and bras. She tried not to think that he cherry picked these items, but part of her wondered if he did.

“Everything accounted for?” He looked through the shambles left in his bag, “Oh, nope, forgot one,” he held up a lacy excuse for panties, letting them dangle off his finger tip. 

She reached for them, only for him to lift them up higher out of her reach. She tried to grab for them again, but he kept them out of reach still.

“Oh my god, just give it to me!” She huffed in frustration, his height making it impossible to grab them. 

“Aw, c’mon,” He scoffed, you gotta try harder than that,” 

Frustrated and at the end of her rope, she grabbed onto his shoulders and leapt, her thighs gripping around his hips as she tried to climb him. Perhaps he was surprised by her tactic or repulsed, but she shimmied up him a little further and quickly grabbed them from his hand. It was then she realized, his other arm had slipped under her backside and was holding her on him. She stared at him for a moment, at a loss for words.

Scott knew the long game plan wouldn’t work out quite right if he jumped the gun, he was a little disappointed he couldn’t kiss her right now. It was a 50/50 shot between her liking it and her slapping the piss out of him. 

“Um…can you let me down?” She asked softly, not really wanting him to, but not knowing what else to say. She wasn’t sure he was going to grant her request, but slowly he slid his arm away and she slipped down his body. She fought blushing, burying the panties in her bag. She felt a little better now, relieved to have all her things back, but now she had the new issue of sleeping arrangements. 

“I…I’ll let you have the bed,” She motioned vaguely towards it, “I can just sleep in the tub or on the floor,”

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott laughed incredulously, watching as she grabbed a pillow and the spare blanket from the closet.

“Well…you get the front seat, why wouldn’t you also get the bed?” She shrugged.

“Well that’s bullshit. Got a girl in my room and she won’t even sleep with me,” He smirked, noticing her shiver a little. 

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” She controlled her reply, turning it back around on him. 

“Figured I’d at least be the big spoon,” he nodded towards the bed. 

“It’s alright, I’ll just sleep on the floor.” She tried not to imagine that scenario and how it might progress.

“Suit yourself, girl,” He shrugged and moved to leave, “Be back when I’m back,” 

Brinkley was sure she’d never been so relieved to not be invited out to the bar. She relished the long, interrupted shower again, happy to finally get out of her ring clothes. Her pajamas were only cotton shorts and a t-shirt, but they had never felt so comfortable. She tried to make a palette on the floor and watch a little TV, but the floor was insanely uncomfortable and she knew her back would regret the decision in the morning.

She knew he was teasing her earlier, but she had to think he wouldn’t really mind if she took up on the bed. It was huge after all. Even with his hulking frame, he’d have plenty of space. She wasn’t on the mattress 5 minutes before she was asleep. 

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Scott felt buzzed, but was not completely out of it. The bedside lamp was still on, but Brinkley was out and clearly not on the floor. He turned out the light first, starting to strip down while standing over her. He was amused at the idea of her waking up to seeing him undressing right next to her. She might not find it funny, but he was pent up and horny from earlier and from spending the last few hours thinking about her panties. 

She did not wake and he walked to his side of the bed, flopping down in nothing but his boxers. She was turned away from him. He wondered why Curt had set such an arbitrary timeline, he didn’t really feel like waiting two weeks to get his dick wet. Curt had been vague with details on how she was, mainly Scott knew they had hooked up twice. Why the hell couldn’t he have gotten that mentorship?

He found himself absentmindedly watching her ass as she shifted in bed and licked his lips. He wondered if he could get a quick squeeze without waking her. He felt his cock stir as he thought, and his hand absentmindedly reached out. He ran his hand over her cotton shorts, gently gripping his fingers in. He felt the firmness and hummed to himself. He had to resist the urge to smack it. He would definitely get a few in when he had the opportunity.

He pulled his hand back quickly when she shifted a little. He occupied it now reaching under his boxers. He massaged and squeezed the stiffening flesh. Maybe if the poisons left the building, his mind wouldn’t be so consumed. Switching hands, he risked touching her again, gripping a cheek more firmly. She shifted a little more, straightening one leg while bending the other. Scott cursed at how easily he could slip his fingers down and test her waters. 

He released her ass, focusing on imaging what he hoped would happen. Curt had never mentioned any restrictions and Scott could think of a lot of things he wanted to do to her. 

Brinkley woke, groggy. She felt confused again as she had previously, but felt the familiar shake of the bed. Facing away from him, her eyes went wide as she processed what was happening. Again. 

This felt different though. She and Curt had a sexual history. She and Scott didn’t. She wished that was a different story, but as of now, they had nothing. She cursed to herself unable to turn over and take a peek as Scott groaned over his self-satisfaction. She was so curious, she considered risking it and if he thought she was awake...maybe he’d make a move. She only thought a second, realizing she’d have no idea how to be with a man she didn’t know very well, a man she wasn’t sure she could trust. 

“God that’s a nice ass,” Scott hissed to himself, his fist working faster along his pulsing shaft. He didn’t take his time, imagining her on her knees, his cock in her mouth ready to explode. He grunted as he started to cum, spurts flying from the tip. He didn’t direct it, some of it landing on her thigh, “Shit…” he cursed.

Brinkley felt the sticky mass land on her skin and her mouth hung open in shock. Did he just cum on her? Was it on purpose? Perhaps there was more on her clothes…she felt violated, but oddly enough turned on. 

Scott cleaned up his mess on himself, but did not want to risk waking her. Plus, the thought of his cum on her leg turned him on. She would be blissfully ignorant, unknowingly marked by his seed. 

He quickly shoved his cock back into his boxers as she turned over partially, her face now towards him. His timing was impeccable.

She was disappointed as she turned over and try to peer through her eyelashes. He’d already concealed himself. She felt a pulse between her legs and wished like hell she could cash in her pass with Curt. She needed sex, she craved the release.

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The hazing eased up for the next couple of days, much to her relief. Her mind kept slipping back to thinking about both men she’d shared a bed with and that they’d ended up masturbating with her merely inches away. Perhaps this was a thing with wrestlers…Maybe they had to find some way to expend their energy if they hadn’t found a ring rat or some other company. But the longer she thought about it, the more pent up she felt. She hoped that her hotel situation worked out better than it had lately. She could use her own bed, but she could also use Curt’s company. She had a hopeful suspicion that if she used up her pass, he’d likely issue another one. Or maybe he wouldn’t limit her and just fuck her silly every night.

She shifted in the backseat as they drove through the night following their show, crossing her legs as her thoughts did little to calm her libido. It was either Curt or the fact that Scott came on her or maybe both, but she knew while she was alone she was going to take the chance to try and satiate her own needs. 

The guys were a little more excited about tonight, the motel they had planned on meeting at was across from a truckstop that had an attached strip club. She tried to convince them to let her tag along. She had no problem watching women dance or strip. She could appreciate beauty and sexiness as much as the next person, but none of them were very receptive to the idea. 

SHe only carried Scott’s bag to his room and her’s and Curt’s to the one they shared. Two beds graced this room. She was surprised how indifferent she felt about it. 

“Thought you’d be jumping up and down,” Curt voiced the same surprise.

“I’m just tired,” She lied, hoping he would leave soon. She had noticed another building across the road next door to the truck stop. She had an agenda that she couldn’t fulfill with people around, “You guys going to be out late again?” 

“Trying to get rid of me?” He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He could see she was definitely looking at him as she swapped for a t-shirt, expecting the strip club to be fairly hot. 

She was frustrated by how much she liked looking at Curt’s physique. Perhaps the fact that he was off limits is what added to his allure. 

She watched from her room window as the group filtered out to the strip club. Once she thought the coast was clear enough, she grabbed her room key and some cash from her wallet. She quickly jogged across the road and to the shop around the side of the truck stop. She almost changed her mind as she reached the door, the three X’s on the glass making her nervous. She had never been in a sex shop before and as she gathered the courage and opened it, she felt overwhelmed. 

She wasn’t sure what to expect but everything within view was explicit. She didn’t know there could be so many different shapes, colors, and types of dildos. Vibrators were everything from small finger sized buttons to cephlapod-looking monstrosities. She knew she was blushing even though she was by herself. There was an entire bookshelf of different lubes. She grabbed one small bottle that said it had a warming effect. Out of curiosity she put it in her basket. She got lost too long in the lingerie racks, deciding on something strappy and lacy just in case she needed to get someone’s blood pressure up. She almost laughed at the video section, the names got progressively more unhinged and the graphics on the boxes were laughable. She left that section quickly as a trucker approached her to try and make a suggestion. She put some distance between them as she found a section of dildos that advertised realistic looking and feeling phalics. 

Looking them over, she found one that mimicked Curt’s length, girth, and curve. At least she knew it would hit what she wanted. She dumped it in her basket and grabbed the finger-worn vibrator button as she headed to the checkout. She didn’t want to stay much longer. More and more people were coming in and she didn’t want to be surrounded in this place. She was relieved that they used plain brown bags, at least she wouldn’t have to explain anything if it was found. She felt eyes on her and saw the same trucker still looking at her. She pocketed her change and grabbed the bag by its handles as she attempted to flee quickly. She was stopped immediately as she ran into another person.

“Mamacita, why are you in such a hurry?” Eddie steadied her and glanced down at the bag she’d dropped, some of the items falling out of it. Her face reddened like never before, “Busy night planned?”

“I….I….it’s not what…I mean, I just,” She fumbled over her words, hurriedly stuffing the items back in her bag. She almost felt like crying. 

“Shhh, I’m just teasing, mija,” He tried to calm her, “Nothing wrong with it, don’t get all worked up,” 

“Everyone else is at the club,” She said, “I just get bored,” She shrugged, noticing the stranger’s eyes on her again.

“No judgment here,” Eddie held up a stack of magazines, but quickly lowered them.

“Eddie…” She still felt eyes on her, “This guy is acting really weird…could you walk me out?” 

Eddie turned around and the man quickly looked away, turning his back. 

“Absolutely,” He set his items on the counter to pay, “Stick by me,” He said, still staring at the man as if daring him to look again. Eddie walked with her to the exit and outside. 

“Go straight back to your room, don’t answer the door just in case. Anyone who needs in will have a key. I’ll watch you from here and make sure you get back,” he said, standing on the curb, watching to make sure no one followed her. 

She hurried across the road and before going to her door she made sure no one was watching. Once inside, she felt relieved for multiple reasons. She took everything from the bag and shoved it in her duffel, reserving only the somewhat familiar dildo and the lube. She read over them as she slipped off her pants and panties. She was sure they weren’t complicated, but she was still new to these things. She climbed into the bed and under the covers, leaving her shirt on just in case. 

First she slipped a drop of the warming liquid on her finger tip and touched herself. It only took a few moments before it did indeed start to warm and tingle. Brinkley felt herself relax completely as she rubbed her own sex. She thought of the men that had been toying with her lately. She could always use her experiences with Curt, but she pictured a fantasy with Scott, too. She imagined seeing him between her legs, his stubble burning her thighs. She wished she had been able to see his dick the night before…

She didn’t rush her orgasm, instead backing off when the tingles built too much. She teased her entrance with the tip of the dildo, slowly pushing it in as she arched off the mattress. She worked it in and out of her quickly soaking pussy. She came, but did not stop, whimpering and moaning as she continued to assault her sex. 

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“Did you see that?” Scott pointed towards the tinted glass facing the road.

“What?” Curt’s eyes followed Scott’s finger. He saw Brinkley jogging quickly across the road, carrying a nondescript bag, “Oh…guess she’s got her own plans,”

“Wanna go fuck with her?” Scott said, receiving a look from Curt, “I said fuck WITH her,” He reiterated. They both turned to the talent on stage, otherwise occupied with their traveling companions.

“Yeah, this isn’t my scene anyway,” Curt downed the rest of his double whiskey shot. 

They took their time making their way over, hoping that she would be given enough time to put herself in a difficult situation. Curt listened at the door and grinned when he heard her moan slightly. He slipped his key in the lock with a painful slowness, careful to avoid making noise. Once the knob loosened, it clicked and he opened the door. 

Brinkley heard the click and quickly stopped her self-pleasuring, bolting up in bed, but making sure the covers were up high enough to hide her partial nakedness. She tried to hide her labored breathing as she looked toward the door to see Curt and Scott walk in. She looked entirely too casual.

“What on earth are you doing in here,” Curt knew instinctively that there were no clothes under those covers. The TV wasn’t on and she was just here sitting straight up in bed, she must’ve not known how obvious she looked. Her flushed cheeks didn’t help. 

Scott smirked at her embarrassed visage. The faint smell of her sex was in the air and he picked it up quickly. 

“Just getting ready to go to sleep,” She fibbed. Some guy was following me around the…truck stop earlier,” She expanded the lie, “So I’ve been on edge since then…glad it's just you two,” She wasn’t sure she could say glad in all sincerity. But she could say she was relieved it wasn’t a creepy stranger.

“Were you having a nightmare? You look a little…excitable,” Scott said, walking over to her bed, “Need someone to give you a hug?” he teased, one knee on the edge of her bed.

“Oh god, no,” she thought.

“No thank you…” She shook her head, “No nightmares here.”

“Aw c’mon, you can tell me if you’re scared,” His large hand dug into the comforter on the bed and started pulling it. Brinkley panicked, holding the comforter around her waist as tightly as she could, but it was no secret he was much stronger. She began sliding inch by inch across the mattress. This forced the dildo that was barely inside of her to slip deeper and deeper with every tug. She had to hold her breath to keep from moaning. 

“Stop,” She begged “Maybe you were the nightmare,” She tried to skitter backwards but keep the covers. It was a tug of war that she had no chance of winning. She glanced at Curt for backup. He just stood a distance behind them with his arms folded, looking amused and not at all like he was going to help her.

Scott stopped pulling the covers towards him and leaned over, crawling towards her on the bed. The dildo wasn’t moving but was buried in her and Scott’s actions were starting to drive her over the edge. She was mortified that she might cum any moment. 

Scott flopped beside her and muscled her up against him.

“Dreaming about me, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised,” He said with a cocky aire. 

“I said nightmare,” She countered,”Big difference.”

“Poor thing, you’re shaking,” His hand slid over the top of the covers to her thigh, “I should probably stay. Help keep those bad thoughts away,” 

Brinkley was desperate for him to stop touching her as her sex threatened to betray her restraint. But she found it difficult to voice that resistance - her subconscious not wanting him to stop.

Curt recognized that Scott may very well be attempting to uncover the truth of her activities and that he may pilot the situation into motion.

“I”m going to bed, Hall, unless you two can do it silently, it's gonna have to wait,” He had to stifle a snicker at the mortified look on Brinkley’s face.

“Cock blocking me again,” Scott shook his head, “Leave it to you, Hennig,” He backed off a little, looking down toward her lap and then back to her eyes. He smirked knowingly as if silently telling her he knew she was naked. His wink as he turned to leave shook her a little.

“You’re a bad liar,” Curt was a little more openly amused now they were alone. 

“I’m not lying,” She defended herself overzealously as she tried to scoot back towards the headboard without slipping out from under the covers and prove him right.

“Baby, I could smell you the second I walked in the door,” He slipped his tshirt off and began undoing his belt as he stood at the foot of her bed, “You think I don’t know where that bag is from,” He didn’t have to point it out for her to know what he referred to. She didn’t know how he knew, but knew she had been caught red-handed.

She watched him, biting her lower lip as the dildo was still partially inside her.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” She defended weakly, “I just went across the street, I can do that if I want to,”

“Scott was about two seconds from fucking you,” he teased her.

“No he wasn’t,” She argued, unconvincingly. She watched as Curt let his jeans fall and slipped off his boxers. Her stomach flipped a little when she saw his partially hard member. 

“I’m not fucking you,” He stated, crawling under her covers, “But…doesn’t mean I can’t help you,” He reached out and grabbed her thigh, pulling her over to his side and spreading her legs. 

“Curt, you do’t ha- god, yes,” She fell back onto the bed as his hand explored, finding the apparatus she’d been using, he worked it into her rapidly, making her squirm and moan his name.

“No no no, you know what I like to hear,” his breath was on her ear, his tongue licking up the sensitive edge.

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred, enjoying the lack of control she had over her own sexual dominion. He kissed her neck roughly, his teeth barely avoided leaving marks. He used his free hand to direct her’s to his cock.

“Be a good girl and play with Daddy,” he murmured into her skin, groaning as he slickened fingers gripped and stroked him. He could feel his skin unusually warm. 

He drove her to another orgasm, not slowing the rapid pumps as she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

Curt hissed through his teeth as she toyed with his tip, flicking the ridge on the underside. A plastic bottle bumped into his thigh.  He grasped it, pulling it up to read. 

“I see…naughty,  naughty girl,” his voice sounded more like praise than admonishment.

“You seem to like it,  Daddy,” she lengthened and slowed her stroking.

“Do you hear me complaining,” he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her sudden gasp as he began to fuck her with the new toy roughly.

[deluxewhump]

The Scry: Cam and Zee

Alex’s apartment. Saturday night.

CW: more unhinged cam, knife, cutting, physical altercation, gun mention, pinned/overpowered, jealousy/insecurity, suggestive remarks. “The house” here refers to the people who kept Zee captive before and used him for illegal scrying activities to make money.

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Cameron wandered into the living room, swigging the last of the 2% milk from Alex’s fridge. “Hey. I need to ask you something.”

Zee pulled his knees up to his chest. He didn’t know how out of the ordinary this was, if he should be treating this guy like a guest or an intruder. Alex said he’d be home in just a half hour. How long ago had that been?

“How-how can I help you?”

“How can I help you?” Cameron mocked in an idiotic singsong voice. “What’re you, HR? I do want to ask you for your help with something, though.”

“I don’t know what I could possibly do for you.”

“Just a little something.” Cam dropped down beside him on Alex’s sofa. He was making himself right at home— as if he hadn’t just used a key copy Alex wasn’t aware existed to get in. Alex had said Cameron wouldn’t be back.

And the last time they’d been this close, he’d had a gun in his hand. His eyes dropped to Cam’s waistband, but he didn’t see anything.

“I need to know something for my own peace of mind. It doesn’t affect anything…. You know. With what you do.”

Zee paled. “What I do?”

Had Alex told him? He’d promised he wouldn’t say anything. He said he’d make something up to throw him off. Of course Zee knew Alex was beholden to his employer, that he couldn’t do much for him other than let him sleep in his spare room at night.

So why did the betrayal feel like he’d been hit with a truck?

“Right. I know all about that. Well, as much as I could find on the internet. I found a couple articles. The comment section is a shitshow. Alex told me some dumbass story, but I put two and two together. Don’t deny it, I can see the wheels in your head turning. Spare me.”

“Look, man. Whatever it is— I can’t help you.”

“I just wanna see one thing. One little thing in the very near future.”

“Not gonna happen. You don’t know anything about this. It’s— first of all, it’s illegal.”

“Only if one of us rats on us. Are you a rat? I’m not. And look, you do this one thing for me, and we can put that whole misunderstanding from the other night behind us.”

“Misunderstanding? You mean when you put a gun in my face?”

“You keep saying that. It wasn’t in your face. It wasn’t even loaded, by the way.”

“Oh. Thanks for telling me now,” Zee snapped. He went to stand up and Alex’s roommate pulled him back down by the back of his shirt. He grit his teeth. The fucking nerve on the guy. It was like he wanted Zee to know he didn’t think of him as a fully autonomous human being. He wanted to rub that in, in a ‘what you gonna do about it?’ kind of way, like a middle school bully.

“You must’ve been a real pleasure to have in class.” He tugged his shirt free of Cam’s grip.

“I just wanna see if Alex is gonna pay me back or not for my security deposit, like he said he would. And… if he’s sleeping with anyone. In the very near future.”

Zee turned to glare at him. “No.”

“No?”

“No. I can’t just… do you even realize the kind of trouble I could be in? Forget you. Me. I have a contract. If I break it….”

Cameron pulled a sad face and pulled a sleek knife out of his back pocket. He flicked it open with a practiced twitch of the wrist so it glinted in the soft light of the apartment.

“I’ll let you change your mind for free, this one time. But you’ve only got five seconds.”

Zee laughed at the absurdity of it. He shook his head and tried to get up again, more forcefully this time. Cam tried to grab his shirt again. It ripped as Zee twisted away, leaping over the back of the sofa. He slipped in stocking feet on the bare floor on the other side, scrambled up and ran to Alex’s bedroom, which he knew had a lock on the inside.

But Cameron was fast.

He was over the side of the sofa and right behind him. By the time Zee was trying to shut the bedroom door Cameron was shouldering into it. It caught Zee in the chin, knocking his head back so he stumbled.

Cameron ran into him like a football tackle, pinning him on his back on Alex’s bed. Before he could get his hands onto Cam’s neck to try and grapple him off, he had a sharp knee on his right bicep and the other wrist was wrestled to the bed by his head.

“Fucking— get off me!”

He thought about the way they used to treat him at the house, manhandling him into a dull submission he hated to even think about. He’d grown quiet eventually, a sullen, flinching version of himself who glared at people like a kicked dog.

He’d suffered near constant headaches from dehydration and been so preoccupied with getting food and water he would try to make them happy just to be given a reprieve from his thirst.

But he wasn’t outnumbered here. It was one to one with this one dude— though he was surprisingly strong and Zee was still weak from the poor conditions in transit.

“C’mon, princess. How’s it work? Would this help?”

Cool metal kissed the underside of his chin. He stopped struggling, terrified of a slip.

Jesus Christ. Would this guy actually kill him? Did he not know how much Zee was worth? How much Spartan Enterprises had paid for him for a year? He knew people would do worse for less when it comes to an ex-lover, especially if there was jealousy, which this guy seemed to have in spades.

“You slit my throat and you’re so fucked,” Zee whispered, chest heaving.

“Yikes. I’m not gonna slit your throat,” Cameron crooned. He dragged the knife slowly, lovingly, back to Zee’s ear, down the side of his neck. It traveled lower and then there was pressure as it sliced into his chest, an unpleasant tug before it broke skin and dragged a half an inch cut. “I’m just playing with you.”

Zee growled, scared to move. His arm was cramping under Cameron’s knee.

“How many will it take before you decide you wanna play nice with me?”

“I can’t just… see anything anytime. You really think that’s how it works? Are you that fucking stupid?”

“Tell me how it works then, cupcake.”

Zee sucked all the saliva in his mouth as best he could and spit into his freckled, smirking face. Cameron flinched and then laughed.

“Didn’t know you were into that. I guess if they gave you to Alex, it makes sense. You guys make out yet? Is that why you won’t tell me if he’s gonna sleep with anyone? Coz it’s you, you little freakshow?”

Cam cut him again and he screwed his eyes shut, more from fear and anger than pain. His heart was pounding in his chest, adrenaline making the incisions feel like papercuts.

“Stop,” Zee breathed. “Okay. Okay. Stop cutting me, please. I’ll— I’ll try to help you.”

The knife paused, the pressure lifting from the blade. “What do you need?” Cam asked, suddenly serious.

“Uhm.” It was hard to think with warm blood tickling his chest, both his hands pinned back helplessly. “Something— something you’ve both touched a lot.”

They heard the front door open and froze, Zee looking up into Cams face and Cam looking down into his.

“Zee?” Alex called urgently from the kitchen. “Is Cam here? His cars outside.”

Cameron rolled his eyes. He sat back, wiping spit from his face with his sleeve. He folded the knife and slipped it back in his pocket, walked out like nothing happened.

Zee rolled off the side of the bed onto the floor with a thud, pressing back back against Alex's box spring. The adrenaline faded with every drum of his heart, leaving his chest stinging and hands shaking.

He lifted his fingers to the cuts and they came away smeared red.

He heard rasied voiced in the other room and wondered if maybe he wouldn't be better off in the basement of Spartan in a wet sleeping bag.

Yet as soon as he thought it, he hoped Alex would not come in here and suggest the very same thing.

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[autumn0689]

Whoa? Another fic from ME that is gonna be a multi-fic? Who knows? I know it’s SUPER crazy!

Rated: T

Tags: Psychological Manipulation, Obsession, Kidnapping of a Minor

Paul Serene has had enough. For so long he has missed his friend, Jack Joyce, for so long he desired to have his friend with him, by his side. Paul didn’t care if it was the Chronon Syndrome or his own personal feelings, but he decided enough was enough, he was going to have his friend back with him, and if he has to kidnap him then so be it

Jack had to get out of the house. He was angry at Will again (then again when WASN’T he) and he didn’t want to deal with his brother. He didn’t even give Paul a call this time, he just quickly packed his backpack and left.

It was a simple walk to Paul’s house. About a mile away or so. Jack has the route memorized that he believe she could do it with his eyes closed. Paul even gave Jack a key to his place (not that Paul’s parents knew) if Jack ever wanted to get away from Will for a while.

Jack thought that when he hit his teens that he would be having friends and going on dates and all the shit teenagers go through, but Jack was fifteen and he felt lost. He had to work two jobs to support Will and himself. He wasn’t even old enough to drive a car and yet he has driven to places, and while it’s illegal Jack just doesn’t care, he’s not going to walk to a store that’s miles away when Will has a car.

Jack heard footsteps behind him. He turned around as he saw a man. He wore a business suit (why he was wearing a suit during summer Jack would not understand) he was walking at a brisk pace. His hand was in his pocket as he walked and Jack got a weird vibe. Jack began to walk faster as the man began to speed up.

Jack’s ’fight and flight’ got triggered as he turned around, ready to defend himself when he saw the man was gone. Jack felt a prick on his neck as he stumbled back. He saw the man behind him, smiling.

“How did you…” Jack’s vision grew blurry as the man caught him

“Shh, everything will be alright.” Jack tried to fight back. He pushed himself away from the man as he hit the concrete. He heard a sigh as Jack felt himself be lifted up before his vision grew dark.

Jack bursted awake, falling onto a padded floor as he stood up, vision still blurry and his body feeling heavy. He breathed heavily as his vision cleared, showing that Jack was in a white room. The floors were padded and the walls were a very light gray. Jack noticed, in the corner, was the man in the business suit who drugged him. His arms were crossed and his posture was guarded but he had a smile. It was a warm one, like he found Jack being on the offense ‘adorable’

“Who are you?” The Man merely strolled towards Jack, smiling at him. Jack went to throw a punch but in a flash the man grabbed him and pinned him against the wall. Jack breathed heavily as the man held the side of Jack’s head.

“You’re so young. I keep forgetting how young you used to look.” He whispered as Jack breathed heavily. The man ruffled Jack’s hair as the Man brightened up immediately.

“Your hair needs to be longer.” He held the edges of Jack’s hair before pulling back

“You also need to eat more.” Jack frowned at the comment. Jack shook his head as he held his fists up

“Who are you?” The man chuckled at Jack’s display of aggression.

“I said who are you?” The man walked over as he went to grip Jack’s arm only for Jack to pull away from him.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Jack. I promise you’re safe here.” Jack glared at him. The dickhead stood up as he walked towards the door.

“You can’t keep me here. My family is looking for me! My brother-“ He looked at Jack, pity and sympathy in his eyes yet having a harsh tone.

“Your brother… is dead.”

The first thing Jack felt was shock. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. He must be lying, but the way he looked at Jack, with pity, with sorrow, made Jack feel alone. The feeling of shock turned to anguish as Jack curled into himself, gripping his hair as stray tears made their way down his face.

“Not possible… just… not possible.” Jack could still see Will in his mind, his older brother with his short hair and intelligent blue eyes that sometimes would grow wide with anger or despair. Jack couldn’t stop thinking about Will as he began silently sobbing. Jack was pulled into a hug. He went to pull away, attacking as he was sobbing only for the man to tighten his grip on Jack

“It’s the truth, Jack. The sooner you accept it the sooner you can move on.” Jack pushed the man back as he booked it for the door. He knew it wouldn’t open but he still gave it a try. It was locked. He didn’t even have time to even think about locking it when he was thrown onto the ground.

The Man stood over Jack as he shook his head. He looked disappointed in Jack, and for some reason Jack felt guilt, but he brushed it off.

“You’ll soon see it my way, Jack.” He gave Jack a big smile

“You’re going to love it here.”

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 28 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

I go home that day feeling like crap.

I don't reply to Daemon and he doesn't text any more than that.

I've probably made everything worse but there's nothing I can do.

The house is lonely when I get back.

Lucien's away until late but that means I can hoard all the candy I want from the secret stash so it's not too bad.

Maybe it's because I was never allowed any sweet treats growing up that I am so addicted to them now.

I'm finishing up some homework later in the afternoon when Lylah calls me.

"How did things go with Wren?" I ask nervously.

She sighs.

"We... talked. Talked about everything. I really missed him. And like, you're my bestie too but things can't keep going on like this."

I bite my lip, dreading what's going to come next.

Is she going to cast me out?

"I know. You guys need to sort it out. I don't want to be stuck in the middle anymore."

"I'm sorry," I immediately start. "T-this is all my fault..."

"Ash stop. I'm not trying to make you take the blame. I... I just want this to be fixed. Can you do that?"

I'm quiet for a moment.

How am I supposed to fix it when Wren won't even talk to me?

"Yes. I'll fix it," I say anyway.

I don't want to disappoint her.

"Alright. And I'm going to try and convince Wren to come around."

"Babe?"

I hear Yvonne's voice in the background.

"Gotta go, Ash. My girlfriend is over right now," she says giddily, her mood the exact opposite of mine.

But good for her.

"Oh, bye then. Have fun..." I tell her, my voice strained.

I decide that I need to talk to Jay about this tomorrow.

A while later, the doorbell rings.

That's strange.

Did Lucien get home early and forget his key?

I go downstairs to check it out, not bothering to check the peephole before opening the door.

When I see Daemon standing there, my stomach drops and I try to slam it back closed immediately.

But he's too fast.

He grabs the door before it can shut and pushes it open, forcing me back.

"No..."

I try to stop him but it's pointless because of his strength.

Before I know it he's fully inside and I'm panting from our door battle, pressed against the wall.

He looks ticked off as he eyes me and I quickly stare at the ground, avoiding eye contact with him.

"You don't want to see me that much?"

I bite my lip, not replying.

"Tell me why."

I don't want to talk about this.

"I'll give you back your jacket," I say.

He doesn't like that.

"Ash..."

"I-I'll go get it for you."

I try to escape up the stairs when suddenly he grabs me, pinning me to the wall with ease.

I gasp as one of his hands wraps around both my wrists, pinning them above my head.

He doesn't do it violently and it doesn't hurt but it shocks me nonetheless.

"Are you going to pretend it didn't happen?"

He leans down to me, his voice husky.

I shakily breathe in, staring into his eyes.

And at his lips.

He notices, of course.

Fuck, he's so close.

A part of me wants to push him away and the other wants to throw myself on him.

His other hand comes up my face, tilting my chin upward.

"Maybe I should jog your memory," he growls and then he's pushing me up against the wall, instincts taking over as he presses his lips to mine.

It's hot, so hot and so desperate.

And it steals my breath away, along with my resolve.

I can't stop myself from kissing back, letting my mouth be pliant for him.

His hand drops my wrists and my arms go free, my hands immediately going to tangle in his hair.

Shoot.

Wasn't I trying to avoid him?

This is not the direction I imagined this going.

Why do I lose all self-control when it comes to him?

As his tongue explores my mouth, I feel his knee press in between my legs and the delicious shock of electricity it makes me feel is nothing short of thrilling.

I moan into the kiss and it drives Daemon wild, lips moving harder against mine.

He yanks up one of my legs by the knee and pulls it around his torso, searching for friction and I don't mind it one bit.

He can take me right here for all I care.

"Wait, Daemon," I put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back.

We both pant as we stare at each other, his lustful gaze still on me.

"Are you going to run away again?"

His face is bitter with disappointment.

"No but... w-what are we doing?" I ask, my voice wavering.

I got swept up in the moment just now and I can't afford it, not when there's so much weighing on me.

"I don't know. What are we doing?" he replies, watching me intently.

I bite my lip and he watches as I do, the hunger in his eyes never leaving.

We stay like that for a minute and I don't know what to say.

All my doubts and anxieties about us bubble below the surface and refuse to come up.

"You made me feel like an idiot this whole week. Waiting for you," he finally admits.

"You were waiting?"

"I was."

"Why?" I ask.

Why would someone like him wait for someone like me?

Especially when our kiss might have meant nothing to him.

"Because," he leans in close, until our lips are almost touching. "I can't stay away from you. Don't make me stay away from you."

My heart thunders wildly.

Is this the Daemon I know?

"And if I do make you stay away?"

Daemon's eyes go dark, his jaw clenching.

"I'll go mad."

The statement makes me weak at the knees, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I take in a shaky breath, trying to read the emotions on his face.

He looks so troubled, almost scared, even.

And at what?

At the possibility that I won't see him anymore?

Wanting to comfort him, I touch my forehead to his, bringing a hand to his face.

Why does he make me feel like this?

A few words from him and I'm already undone, ready to let him back in.

He relaxes against my touch like it's what he's been waiting for.

"I don't want that," I say softly.

But I'm still uncertain.

About everything.

About how he feels about me.

It shows on my face because Daemon's brow creases in concern.

"What's wrong?" he asks."

"I guess this whole week I've been overthinking what happened at the bonfire."

"Is that why you're avoiding me?"

"Well, that night, um, Theo said some things that made me..."

"Theo?" Daemons voice immediately goes cold with anger. "What did that bastard say?"

"He didn't say anything bad..."

My eyes go wide, realizing I've said the wrong thing.

Stupid me.

I made him angry again.

"What the fuck did he say?" Daemon's voice raises and I dig my nails into my palms as my chest tightens.

It scares me when he uses this tone.

"H-He just said that it wasn't a big deal and that I... I was deluding myself. So I thought m-maybe I was the only one who thought it was special. And it was my first kiss..."

My lip wobbles and I tear up just thinking about how shitty that made me feel.

"Shit," Daemon says as the first tear rolls down my face.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he pulls me into his arms and I gratefully melt into them, savoring his warmth.

His hand soothingly rubs up and down on my back, like he's comforted me before.

It's close to the best feeling in the world, which would be kissing him.

"I'm sorry for getting angry," he says after my crying dies down.

"It's okay," I sniffle into his shirt.

I'll forgive anything he does.

I'm weak to it.

"And whatever he said... don't listen to that shit. He's a manipulative asshole when it comes down to it."

Then why were Theo's words so easy to believe?

Is there still a part of me that's holding onto how Daemon treated me when I first came here?

"Just tell me. What do I mean to you?" I ask, looking up at him expectantly.

I know it's a risky question, one that has an answer I may or may not like.

But we've been through so much together.

I want to know.

"You are... Ah, fuck," Daemon scrubs at his face, looking away.

"Sorry. I'm not good at this."

My tears start to rise again, my heart clenching.

Why can't he say it?

"N-Nevermind," I say dejectedly, pulling away from him.

But he grabs my hand, stopping me.

"Ash, wait."

Another tear slips down my face.

"What?"

"I'm not... used to this. The way you affect me," he starts.

I wait for him to continue.

"When I first found you out there, that little wolf in the forest... I felt something. Fuck, I didn't like it. Not at all. But... I knew it meant I had to protect you."

I stare at him confusingly.

"B-but..."

"Whether it's good or bad, you make me lose my shit, if you haven't noticed. And it drives me crazy when I can't see you. Do you realize that, Ash? That you're the only one who can do this to me?"

"Really?" I ask, realizing the gravity of what he's saying.

That I do things to him that no one else does.

"Really," he strokes his hands up my arms, pulling me in.

We're close again, looking into each other's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks quietly, dark eyes glittering.I nod shyly, my face flushing.

So he does, and I'm his instantly.

This kiss is different, deep and full of meaning, like all that we couldn't say with words is finally being communicated.

I let my eyes flutter shut as his lips move greedily against mine.

I'm on my very tip-toes and I can't imagine how much he's having to crane his neck and back to get down to my level but neither of us care.

We can't get enough.

More. I want more.

[dcjokerhs]

(Income Average-Bills-Pillowfund)/Days Until Next Helpful Income Deposit = Daily Budget

This is the formula I made in University because I was poor, I was wound up over the idea of having to ask anyone for anything, and I needed a way to budget my income so it would last between the start of the year and the end of the year.

I am putting this Here because I can Longpost this more easily on here to emphasise just how Important this is, especially for people who have bad spending habits, because it actually puts into context How Much Money You Actually Have.

So, Longer explanation, because most of this stuff sounds basic, but you'd be surprised how many people actually either have Forgotten or Never-- Actually Been Taught this stuff:

INCOME means how much money is going into your account. Do you have a Job? If you're employed via a company, Great! You will have a nice clear time for when you use this formula: WHEN PAYDAY COMES (If you don't, you'll forget, and then you'll feel like a guilty piece of garbage: I know, I've been there.) Otherwise you're doing Commissions or Freelancing, in which case you need to Calculate your Monthly Average. I'll add that as a repost on this post so I can continue charging forwards with explanations on my initial formula.

BILLS means not just rent, water and electricity, THIS ALSO INCLUDES YOUR PHONE PLAN, HOW MUCH YOU SPEND ON FOOD EACH WEEK, HOW MUCH YOU DROP ON GROCERIES TO ACTUALLY HELP YOU STAY ALIVE! Do not just look at that £10/$15 phone plan you've got going every month, shrug and say "I'll add it in later", I GUARANTEE YOU, YOU WILL FORGET!!"

PILLOWFUND is what I call the money you put on the side in case Murphy's Law decides Today is the Day You Suffer. You initially need an amount you can use to either call someone on a payphone or buy a hotel room for at least one night, then enough for a train or plane fare, then enough for an emergency plumber and so on. I call it a Pillow Fund because it's what keeps a pillow under your head at night so you don't have to worry if you get stuck in the middle of nowhere without your keys or phone.

DAYS UNTIL YOUR NEXT HELPFUL INCOME DEPOSIT, this one is basically self explanatory: this is the amount of time between your paychecks or, if you're Freelancing in someway, the amount of time it takes to get from your first average payment to your second.

DAILY BUDGET is the amount you're allowed to spend on that day. Not only does this let you quantify the amount of money in your account, it also can act as a reward system for what you spend during the week: You've managed to only spend 40% of a week's worth of daily budget? Congrats! You can either put that money to the side for a ✨Monthly/Annual/Future Prize✨ or you can afford something small as a little reward. If you spend Over? Not only do you know exactly how much money you've just spent, you're either going to have to forgo any spending until you've caught up with your daily budge again, or re-budget and satisfy yourself with a smaller amount of spending money from your brain going "Ooh Shiny" before Treat Time.

ANOTHER HELPFUL TIP FOR THIS:

Pin to the wall above your desk or to a fridge a strip of paper wide enough for you to record when you spend money and when you get that daily income, that way your spending habits are a lot more easy to see and right there beside where you spend most of your time, that way, every time you walk into you're house, the easier it is to remember to go and record what you've spent and have it all there in one place.

This way you have a routine that not only can develop into a helpful habit, it's a way that, especially whilst you're starting out and going from paycheck to paycheck, will let you actually be able to understand ways of handling money better by trial and error.

So, TLDR? That formula at the beginning helped me keep on top of money problems in University so I could erase them before they popped up. This is me handing it to you with an extra year and a half of Not Being at Uni used to adjust it a little whilst I try making an actual living wage. Hope it helps!

[acethedishwasher]

Just Kids | Carl Grimes x F!!Reader (Part 2)

Warning: mentions of death, gore, language, fluff, normal walking dead stuff

Description: y/n is Jesus's little sister (it's explained more in the story) Once Rick gets back she makes her way home threw the woods.

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Word Count: 1,171

 Once the gates opened and revealed a perfectly safe Rick, Carl kicked me back my bag. "Thank you kind sir." I smiled and put it on my back. I began to walk away past the gate and Rick called after me. "Want to take a car?" Rick asked. "We have plenty to spare." Rick said, I shrugged and took the keys. "Can we make sure it's an automatic?" I asked and Rick gave me a smile. "Wouldn't give you anything else." I smiled and climbed into the car, starting it up. And for not knowing how to drive very well I did a great job of getting home.

The gate opened and I pulled in, parking the car. I took the keys and walked over to my trailer. "Your home rather quickly." Jesus said, looking at me. "They gave me a car." I smiled holding up the keys. Jesus looked like he might shit himself. “They gave a fifteen year old a car?” He questioned, I placed the key in my pocket and smiled. “I am sixteen.” I said matter of factly.

Time Skip

"now that you have somewhere else to go, you can go with them." Jesus said, putting food in the car. "Why don't you want to Savoirs to see me?" I asked as he practically shoved me into the car. "Because, you remember what they did to our group, and if he sees you out scavenging he will hopefully leave you be. Thankfully Negan doesn't remember you at all, and we are going to keep it that way. Now you get your tiny butt to Alexandria before sundown." Jesus said, I hugged him. Climbed into the car and drove off.

When I made it to the gates I was let in quickly, apparently they were going to take out the Savoirs tonight so I practically had nothing to worry about. Since Jesus had been sending me here every time he thinks the Savoirs show up I've grown pretty close to everyone here.

"Y/n would you mind watching Judith?" Rick asked as I parked the car. "Oh I'd love to watch the jelly bean, although it does make me ask what Carl's doing?" I said, folding my arms over my chest. Rick grabbed at the back of his neck and my eyes widened. "Heck no, he is not going out there with you." I exclaimed, Rick removed his hand from his neck. "Tell that to him." He said simply m I turned around and quickly made it to his house before Carl could leave.

"Finally." He smiled, I did not smile, instead pushing him against the wall. "Oww, what the hell y/n/n!" He exclaimed. "Your not going with your dad." I said, looking into his eyes. He stared back at mine as I realized how close his face was to mine. "And why not?" He questioned, forgetting who had who pinned. "Because I care about you." I said sharply, he seemed surprised by that and just blinked rapidly. "I'm going to kiss you, ok." He said suddenly before bringing his lips to mine. I melted into the kiss and after he pulled away I released his hands from the wall. "Your still not going with your dad." I said folding my arms over my chest. "Your not going to say anything about that?" He asked and I just shrugged. "Only if you stay with me instead of going and getting yourself killed." He smiled at me and nodded.

We sat with Judith in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Rick came into the house. "Carl, ready to go?" He asked, carl shook his head. "Sorry, can't, crazy lady wants me to stay." He said pointing at me. "Shush it Grimes." I said giving him a side eye. Rick shrugged in response and left the house again.

"So the kiss?" Carl questioned, I nodded. "Well I didn't hate it, but my brother would definitely kill you if he found out you kissed me." I said, as Judith stumbled into the room with a rock. "Ook." She smiled holding out the rock to me. "Oh I love it." I smiled kissing her forehead and placed the rock in my breast pocket. Judith gave a big yawn and I smiled. "Someone's tired." I said picking her up and taking her to her room. Humming to her quietly untill she fell asleep.

"Playing house with you is much more fun then playing soldier with my dad." Carl said as I walked down the stairs. "Is that really how you feel Grimes?" I questioned. Carl nodded and I smiled. I kissed his cheek and pulled away, only to be pulled back into a real kiss. "So what now?" Carl asked, turning his body towards me. "Well we could be together. It's really up to you." I shrugged. "No it should be up to you, I mean I don't want to force you into something you don't like." Carl said.

Suddenly I noticed the frown on his face. Grabbing his face I went to lift the gauze. He quickly put his hands on mine. "I won't hurt you, I promise." I said lifting the gauze. I saw his eye socket and I'll admit it wasn't the prettiest looking wound, but it was part of Carl so it was beautiful. I then kissed his cheek and smiled. "Well then Carl, will you do the honors of being my boyfriend?" I asked, Carl nodded and grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the couch, spinning me around the living room to a silent song that played in his head.

I smiled at how happy he looked. I was so busy being spun around the room that I didn't notice Olivia enter the house. "Ain't this cute." She smiled, Carl released my hand quickly, but still made sure I didn't fall. "This is the perfect timing, how would you kids like music?" Olivia asked, Carl and I gave her a confused look. "I've been looking for batteries for months and apparently Eric had some. It's my old ipad, not sure if it will work but you guys could try. Mostly girly songs so Carl you might not like it but y/n?" She said handing over the iPod and batteries. "Also, I won't tell anyone about you two, although you are adorable." She smiled as she left the house. I looked at Carl and was about to mess with the iPod when Judith started crying. "I got her." I muttered.

I fed her, changed her much to my displeasure, and got her back to sleep. I walked downstairs and saw no Carl so I curled up on the couch and fell asleep. Before I was too deep into sleep I felt the couch dip and I was pulled onto someone's chest. Assuming it was Carl's I snuggled into his chest and he covered us with a blanket before falling asleep.

[mulabby]

2022: The year of new beginnings & the end.

Firstly, I am so proud of you for making it towards the end of this year. It has been a tough ride for some and for others it’s been amazing. I hope you continue to stay strong, continue to believe you are deserving of great things and that the future ahead is filled with a series of success that is destined for you only. With the new year finally on the horizon it’s time for us to mentally and physically prepare ourselves for what’s next to come. The future you desire can only be created if you are willing to do what is required to get it.

The power of visualization

The process of visualization is one of the most effective ways of transforming your dreams into reality. It could be as simply writing your goals down every morning and spending a few hours a day imaging them or creating a board filled with pictures of your goals that serve as motivation throughout your daily routine. Whatever technique you choose, visualization is one of the best.

Creating a Vision board

A vision board is simply a collage of images, words or anything in general that aligns or represents your goals and intentions. Before the process of creating a vision board, ask yourself.

What are your goals? Is that a short or long termed goal? What words describe how you would like to feel for the upcoming year? Where do you see yourself in one year? Where would you like to be in one year?

These are questions you need to ask yourself beforehand. You have to have a clear image of what you are trying to achieve as your vision board is a physical representation of your desires.

If your goal is get a new car or your dream car, find the exact image of the car that you want. You want to move half way across the world? find images of the specific geographical location, images of apartments or houses in that location, images of the city and things you can picture yourself doing once you move to that destination. The key to visualization is to be as specific as you can with the details as you are creating a visual board of your dreams & goals. Make sure to include some affirmations as well. Your vision board does not have to physically. You can create it digital by using Pinterest and creating a board with pins that align with your goals. You can create a powerpoint, or you can create a collage and save it as your home screen for a device you use frequently. The board should be visible to your eye and serve as motivation throughout the year as you attempt to achieve everything you listed.

Creating a daily routine

As someone who suffers from ADHD I know firsthand how hard it is to create a daily routine and follow along with it. Often times we end up forgetting about the routine, and sometimes we end up feeling overwhelmed about the routine. However it is nothing to be afraid of but it is something that requires a lot of patience and consistency. The more consistent you are in being organized the easier completing daily tasks and keeping track of your days will get.

Invest in a good planner

A planner is a good investment when creating a daily routine as it helps you keep track of your morning + afternoon activities. It’s a great practice to use planners and journals as they help you to stay organized so that you never forget an important task or activity.

Whether it be physically or digitally, creating or using a planner helps with getting the task done more quickly and efficiently. There are a lot of apps, i.e. I use this app called smile todo. It is a very cute app that allows me to track my daily routine of:

Waking up before 8am.

Taking a shower + doing my dental & skincare.

Gratitude journaling and listening to podcasts.

These are just a few things that I have on my daily routine and the smile todo app helps me keep track of. However I think switching to a physically planner if you have the time is to way better. I will be switching over this year & I can’t wait <3

Journaling + Scripting

As I’ve mentioned in my previous post these are the steps you follow in creating a scripting journal. Just like last year I will be following these same steps and creating another scripting journal. Everything that is needed to be known about creating a scripting journal is linked above.

As it pertains to journaling for my morning routine. I like to keep a journal of my dreams as well as journaling a few things I am grateful for each morning. Keeping a dream journal is a great way of figuring out your dreams as a lot of our messages from the universe and ancestors comes to us through that medium of the dream world.

Instead of using a physical journal I like to use the Emmo app to keep track of my dreams.

I find it way easier to use an app as sometimes I am not energized enough to search for my journal immediately after getting up. Instead, I wait 5-10 and then reach for my phone where I make note of my dreams if I can vividly remember it. This app is sooooo cute it allows you to make little drawing and icons <3 I love it a lot.

Writing letters to future you.

The idea of writing letters from the past to future you is also a manifestation technique. There are two ways of doing it that I like to follow. The first method would be:

Writing a futuristic letter to your future self. In that letter you would write as if you’ve already achieved everything and how grateful you are to the universe for achieving these goals. i.e. Your 2022 goal was get into a certain university, therefore you’ll compose the letter like this.

Dear Universe,

I am so happy and grateful to be living in [city where that university is located] and attending the [university of your choice] Every morning as I awake in the luxury of my own apartment from [where the apartment you want to live is located] I am filled with immediate gratitude towards you for allowing this dream to come true. My apartment is just a few minutes away from school, so each morning I wake up an hour before and get ready for school. As I drive in my car my heart swell with happiness at the fact that I am here and this is my life. I am a student of [university of your choice] I am deserving of this lifetime. I am so happy and blessed.

The other letter: A letter for you when you need it

The other letter would be a letter that you open whenever you are in a certain mood. For example:

A letter to open when sad.

A letter to open when feeling lost.

A letter to bring you happiness.

A letter to open when upset.

A letter to open when you need love.

A letter to open when you feel tired.

These are all letters written from yourself to future you. Letters that you can open whenever you are in any sort of mood and need a word of encouragement or a source of love. If you can get someone as in a close friend to write it for you and you guys exchange them it would be great but if not you can write them for yourself. There’s no better feeling that being there for yourself.

I hope this post was resourceful to plan ahead for the upcoming year. It’s only November but the quicker you can get everything ready for December so that you’ll have them to plan for January the better. Wishing everyone love and peace <3

[erodasfishtacos]

Cheating!h blurb where ana asks why they dont have sex or at a party and she’s trying to pull him into a room and y/n watching him try to make excuses and then next time having sex with y/n he says anna keeps trying and she has the pride he doesnt give in... or something exploring that situation

warnings: smut, cheating, angst

“Anna, I just-“ Harry huffs as she tugs him into a spare bedroom of the party after he had put up a valiant fight to keep them in the main area.

Her hands are unbuttoning his already barely buttoned shirt, running down his bare skin, and he is cut off by a sloppy kiss to his mouth.

Fear shoots up through him, it’s not YN, he doesn’t want this with her.

“C’mon, it’s been almost six months and you still haven’t touched me. Just fuck me,” Anna complains, fed up with the lack of or more like nonexsistence of their sex life.

It was near impossible to believe, someone like Harry who oozed sex out of every pore of his body wasn’t sexually active or interested in fucking his girlfriend.

When Anna takes a different approach of going for his belt buckle, mouth trailing against his collarbone, and attempting to get to his groin - which hadn’t hardened in the slightest.

“Enough,” Harry states firmly, grasping her wrists lightly and making her look at him, “I don’t want to have sex right now, okay?”

His girlfriend’s face falters, “You never want to.”

“If you don’t like it break up with me,” He hisses, knowing YN is going to get suspicious the longer they’re in a room together.

Anna, who really did have a kind heart, frowns, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pressure you into anything. I would never force you to.”

Harry just rebuttons his shirt, “S’fine. Let’s just get back to the party and have a good time, yeah?”

She nods as Harry swings his arm around her shoulder, unlocking the door, and pausing when he sees YN a bit of the ways down the corridor - staring at the two leaving the bedroom.

“I’m going to get a drink,” He dismisses bluntly, his focus set on the girl who was visible angry with him in the kitchen.

Before he can get out a word, she steps forward and swipes her thumb against his collarbone.

It comes back with the waxy substance of Anna’s bright mauve lipstick.

“Have fun in there, did you?” YN asks, she tries to keep her tone cool and unbothered by Harry sees right through it to the insecurity.

“You know I didn’t,” He replies between gritted teeth, how could she get jealous when this was all her?

He didn’t want a girlfriend.

Well he did but he only want her and she fucking knew that.

“If you wanted me to believe you, maybe you would have wiped her lipstick marks from your neck and chest,” She chuckles and it makes Harry’s hair on the back of his neck stand up.

It was the distinct chuckle and tone she used when she was upset but wasn’t going to admit it over her dead body.

Before he can call her out, she shoulders past him, disappearing into the dancing crowd of people and out of his side.

“Fuck,” He mutters, running a hand through his hair before trudging off to find Niall and Zayn - to distract himself.

-

“Stay the night, please?” Anna asks softly when Harry pulls up to her small, quaint little house that fit her perfectly.

“M’sorry. I have a long day tomorrow.”

It was a lie. It was rarer that he told the truth to his girlfriend than fibbing.

“So? Let’s cuddle, do something,” She begs, frustrated with her emotionally and sometimes physically distant boyfriend.

Harry shakes his head, “Maybe next weekend.”

He always said that.

It never happened.

—

As soon as he drops off Anna, his next stop is a route that is ingrained in his head front and backwards, her apartment.

He has a key, doesn’t bother knocking and just barges into the dimly lit house with her shoes tossed clumsily on the floor - almost trips.

When he finds her, she’s in a towel - freshly showered, and brushing through her hair in her small walk-in closet.

She heard him come in, knew he was storming in here, and still didn’t turn around when he slammed open her bedroom door.

He’s crowding behind her, knocking the brush out of her hand, and pinning her to the wall, “You’re so bloody ridiculous. You jealous little brat.”

YN doesn’t respond, her body still wound tight with tension and a gluttonous feeling of rage for earlier in the night.

“Been fuckin’ you and only you since I was seventeen. Y’know that I didn’t fuck her, didn’t even touch her and you still have the nerve to act like a crybaby,” Harry seethes, his whole chest pressed against her back, no room to escape.

“Her lipstick was all over you,” She argues back weakly when his hands come to the knot in her towel, teasing at unraveling.

“Yeah because she was begging me to fuck her and I said ‘no’ so she tried to get in my pants and I pushed her off.”

“Why?” YN murmurs, quiet in the small space.

“You fuckin’ know why,” Harry growls with his teeth grazing across her bare shoulder blade.

“Say it.”

“I pushed her off ‘cause you’re the only person I’ve fucked since I was seventeen. My cock is yours,” He rasps, untying the knot and letting the towel drop.

He wishes she would just end all this bullshit.

Let him have her fully and completely but she was so fucking afraid of getting hurt when it wouldn’t happen.

“Go on, tell me who owns this cunt,” Harry demands, hand tucking between her thick thighs to cup her puffy mound in his hand.

“H,” She whimpers as his finger lightly slides up the wet groove of her center with a careful drag.

When she doesn’t give him the answer he wants, he gives her clit a hard pinch, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yours, fuck - it’s yours,” YN huffs at the slight but welcome pain on her nerves - relaxing when it returns to soft strokes.

“Anna is pretty, y’know? Had her on me, kissing my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and shit,” Harry hums against her ear, two fingers sinking into the tight heat of her body.

He continues, “Didn’t even get hard when that happened. That’s how fucking trained I am for you. What a tight fucking leash you have me on.”

YN turns a bit into putty at his words, insecurity slow flooding out of her body, and feeling more like how she usually does.

“How do y’ever forget? How much I love you?” He asks in true disbelief, it literally oozes through his pores how much he adores his high school sweetheart.

“Don’t-“ She squeaks desperately.

“Why won’t you let me tell you how much I love you, baby?”

His voice like dark, sweet honey that seeps into her every nerve-ending and makes her feel lethargic, in a boneless silky way.

“Stop plea- Just touch me,” YN begs when his fingers crook into against her plushy, tight walls with focused strokes.

“You need to admit it, y’stubborn little thing. I know how in love you are with me,” Harry pushes, needing to hear validation from his favorite person on this earth.

He squats down, spreading her cheeks, and leaning in to lick from the top of clit all the way back to her other entrance.

His large palms keeping her apart, digging into the thick skin until his fingers are white - tongue finding her core and darting in to her most sensitive area.

“H, oh my god,” YN moans, head falling forward against the wall, pushing her hips backward into his mouth.

“Darling, c’mon. Show me how sweet y’can be f’me,” Harry goads encouragingly, it always took a little bit of effort to get her to break.

“I love you….s’much,” She whispers, voice cracking on the last syllable as he rewards her with a suckling kiss to her clit and slips his fingers back in.

“I know y’do, baby. You know I’d never give it to anyone but you,” Harry coos, anything to get her to soften her harsh edges, chip away at her stone wall.

Her hand reaches behind to weave through his hair, her stomach sucking in harshly as she feels her tight band snap as she releases.

“O-oh, you’re mine. Y’mine,” His love chants as she rides out her intense wave of her orgasm as he helps her through it.

“M’yours,” Harry agrees immediately, standing up and a smile breaks on his face when she turns around and wraps him into a hug.

“I love you. I know you didn’t touch her. I just hate it,” YN murmurs softly, undoing his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders.

His smile fades at her words, “Then make it stop. The minute you tell me you’re ready to make this work, I’ll break up with her.”

“I’m no-not ready,” She stammers, eyes widening like a deer in headlights at his words.

So afraid. So fucking scared.

“Okay, okay,” He soothes when he sees her chest start to rise faster and faster with anxiety.

He doesn’t want to drop it.

He wants to shake her and ask her how the fuck she doesn’t see that they’re already in a relationship and she’s being blinded by irrational fears.

Harry waddles them over to her messy bed, pushing her back and adjusting until she’s in the center - staring at him with doe eyes.

He loves her so much it hurts to look at her for too long.

When he tugs off his jeans, taking his phone out to put on the side table - he sees an unread text from Anna.

I’m sorry about earlier. I really want to make it work with you. You’re a great guy x

Harry should feel bad. Maybe his stomach should have dropped or something at how awful he’s being to that girl.

But when his love is splayed out, pliant and malleable for him, he can’t find an ounce of fucks to give as he tosses it on the bedside table.

He had been in love with this girl since he was sixteen, never fell out of it, he was addicted to her - willing to go through all this bullshit if it meant he had her.

It always felt like the first time, crawling on top of her, and bending down to pull her puffy lips into a strong kiss as he slides in, always a pleasant stretch.

As they move together, in a familiar rhythm, she murmurs against his lips, “One day, I’ll be ready.”

“Please, make it soon, darlin’,” Harry pleas, swallowing harshly before pushing his emotions into hard, deep thrusts.