#i'm sad i didn't get to watch it through netflix though (my family lost the password). but when i can i just kind of want to loop it

[ghostedeabha]

As I sadly can't find any comfort fanfics to do with the reader having burns from fire.

Could you pls write one with William Afton, like the reader is feeling down about them.

If not then it's okay

i absolutely can sweet nonnie !! <3

i wasn't sure what extent you wanted the burns severity to be so i just kinda went with the flow and didn't fully specify, i hope it's alright. i really hope this is up to your expectations, sorry it's so short though :((

william afton x gn!reader

word count: 455

warnings: mentions of trauma, mentions of being burned in a fire, mentions of house fires, mentions of scarring and burns, mentions of death and near death experiences, mentions of death of loved ones, mentions of death of a pet, william calls reader doll. probably ooc william. despite all that angst i swear it's fluffy ToT

a/n: i really hope i was able to do this justice, if i get anything wrong about what it's like to have burn scars please let me know so i can keep it in mind for future requests/fics! <3 also i worked on this while i was in line for the food bank lmao

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you had curled up under the blankets on the couch as you watched the movie you had selected on netflix. snuggled in a hoodie and baggy sweat pants, you were feeling a little upset over the burn scars on your arms and legs.

nothing in particular had happened to trigger the insecure feeling today, you had just woken and the feeling overwhelmed you. you had tried to continue on with your day, you really truly did. you had gotten the dishes done and that was it. that was all you had the energy for.

that's how you ended up drowning in blankets and curled up on the couch watching some shitty drama on netflix when william came back home from work.

"love, i'm back! oh-" william called out as he entered the house, tall frame walking through the doorway of the living room and his eyes landed on you. "what's up?"

"just feelin' sad." you responded with a mutter.

"wanna tell me what about?"

"not really... it's dumb."

"well then that's even more of a reason to tell me. so i can tell you to stop being so dumb." william teased, earning a dissatisfied whine from you. "oh come on, my love. tell me what it is. i can't help if you don't tell me"

"just... my burns. do you think they make me ugly?" you ask meekly, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

"what? where is this coming from? your burns don't make you ugly, my love. you are the most stunning thing i have ever seen, doll. your burns make you interesting and unique. you don't think the scars on my body are ugly. don't be so negative with yourself." the british man says firmly yet softly as he grabs your face in his hands, his touch cold.

"you are perfect, just as you are. even with all your so called baggage." william assured you further, making sure to give mention to your history, the house fire you gained both your physical and mental scars in; having lost your mother and beloved family dog.

he pulls you, and the mass of blankets surrounding you, close as he sits on the couch, leaning down to kiss your forehead. he held you to his chest in silence for what felt like both hours and minutes, cold and bony fingers gently tracing shaped into your back through the layers.

"feeling any better?" will chimes up after a few minutes.

"yeah, i am."

"good, can't have my pretty doll feeling down. especially about their looks." he chuckles.

and suddenly it's hard to feel insecure about the burns as you feel his fingers gently, lovingly tracing the scarred skin of your arm to lull you into relaxation.

[toxickehlani]

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟦,𝟦𝟤𝟣

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾.

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨💘: 𝖠𝗆 𝖨 𝖣𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁?

ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Amelia’s POV

NEVER IN MY twenty-one years of living would I expect my life to turn out as good as it is. I have a fantastic family, friends, and an amazing charming boyfriend. Ever since we met in the first year of high school, I knew I had found my soulmate forever. Johnathan was my Astronomy classmate, and I thought he was so cute. Our teacher assigned our group a presentation, and we started talking. After class, we exchanged numbers and started texting back and forth.

He asked me to be his girlfriend a couple of weeks later, and I said yes. We've been inseparable since that day, and I didn't see it any other way. On Prom night in senior year, we had sex for the first time, which was incredible. I wasn't a virgin, seeing as I lost my womanhood at sixteen to someone I thought loved me. After graduation, because I was eighteen, we agreed to move in together, and I don't regret that decision.

As of late, I've noticed that Johnathan has been acting standoffish with me. First, he's constantly leaving the room whenever someone calls him. When we argue, Johnathan gets angry he punches holes in the wall or door. To top it off, my boyfriend stays away from me for days on end for up to a week. In the back of my mind, it does scare me that Johnathan might hit me one day, but I know he's not that crazy because my dad will put a bullet in his ass.

I didn't want to start thinking that Johnathan was cheating on me, but I didn't know what to do. He won't answer my calls, and I don't want to start an argument. Walking into the living room, I sat on the couch as I had yet to receive a call from my boyfriend. A few minutes passed as I debated whether I should send him another voicemail telling him to call me back. It hurt me that we've come to this part of our relationship when he distances himself.

Sighing, I grabbed the remote, turned it to Netflix, and started watching 21 Bridges to get my mind off Johnathan. Suddenly my doorbell made me jump. I turned the volume down on the TV and headed to the front door. My best friends Cassandra, Jessibelle, and Michelle greeted me.

"¿Que pasa, mi amor?" Michelle asked, wrapping her arms around me. ( "What's wrong, my love?" )

   I didn't answer her. Instead, I walked back to the couch, sat down as they came inside, and followed behind. My best friends always knew if something was going on with me, and there was no hiding it from them.

"¿Por qué estás lloras?" Cassandra questioned, wrapping her arm around my neck as she pulled me into her embrace. ( "Why are you crying?" )

"I'm in my feelings," I answered, looking at Michelle with a sad expression.

"Why, what's wrong?" Jessibelle asked, grabbing my hand.

"Johnathan hasn't called me in a week, and I'm starting to get worried," I replied, shaking my head.

"Did you guys fight?" Michelle questioned, rubbing my arm soothingly.

"Yes." I nodded my head slowly. "And he left."

"Did he say anything before he stormed off?" Michelle asked me, looking surprised.

"No." I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "I feel as though it's my fault."

"How is it your fault?" Jessibelle asked me, abruptly standing to her feet.

"I know that sometimes I can nitpick and shit," I explained, nodding my head.

"Bitch please, Johnathan needs to get his head out of his ass," Jessibelle remarked, placing her hands on her hips as she paced the living room.

"Look, how about we go get something to eat," Michelle suggested, smiling at me.

"Fine, I'm hungry anyway," I replied, nodding my head.

Turning the tv off, I grabbed my phone and keys and locked the door behind me when I left. The four of us stepped inside the elevator, and I pressed the button for the garage and waited. As the machine went down, I leaned against Michelle's shoulder. When the metal double doors opened, we stepped off and walked to Casandra's white 2019 Dodge Charger Srt Hellcat. As my best friend started the vehicle, I got in the backseat and wrapped the seatbelt around me.

After a few minutes, Cassandra pulled out of the parking garage and drove on the street. "Let's go to Mayan Palace."

"Yes, that sounds good," I replied, nodding in agreement.

"Okay, good." Cassandra smiled, putting her attention back on the road.

Mayan Palace was a Mexican spot that sold any Hispanic food. It was a hotpot and always had a lot of people there. Arriving at the restaurant, the four of us got out of the car and walked inside. Glancing to my right, I notice a group of guys staring at us from a table. One guy was laughing with his friends as he had his eyes on Michelle.

The girls and I ordered our food, sat at an outside table, and waited for our stuff to arrive. "It seemed like Michelle had a secret admirer."

"A secret admirer? Bitch please, more like a stalker," Michelle replied, rolling her eyes. "Besides, I bet his dick doesn't measure up to half of Diego's."

"This bitch." I laughed, shaking my head.

"I'm not lying, though," Michelle remarked, shrugging her shoulders.

Our food arrived at the table, and we started eating after thanking the workers. I sneakily pulled out my phone and checked if I had messages or missed calls from Johnathan. I didn't notice Cassandra snapping her fingers. Looking up at her, Michelle grabbed my phone from my hands.

"Wait, hold on - No, sweetie, you're wasting your energy." Michelle interrupted me, shaking her head.

"Johnathan will call you girl. Damn, you're sprung." Jessibelle replied, nodding her head.

"I'm not sprung." I denied, laughing as I shook my head.

"What the fuck ever." Cassandra laughed, waving me off.

We continued eating and laughing, enjoying one another's company. Our enjoyment was interrupted when those guys from earlier came outside, making our conversations halt.

"Hello, ladies." One guy with long hair smiled, greeting us at the table.

I glanced at Michelle and the girls with an amused smile before speaking, "Hey."

"We couldn't help but notice the four of you sitting alone and wondered if you needed some company." The next guy wearing a blue backward cap said, smiling at me.

"Uh, thank you for the offer, but we're good here." Michelle rejected, nodding her head.

"Oh, come on, you ladies are too beautiful to sit alone." Their friend dressed in all black replied, shaking his head.

"Well, if you haven't noticed, we're not alone. We have each other." Jessibelle remarked, politely declining their offer.

   At this point, my nerves were getting irritated with these guys being so fucking persistent. They couldn't get the hint that we didn't want anything to do with them. They did, but they didn't want to take the clue that we didn't want to talk to them. After a while, those guys finally took the hint and walked away and out of the restaurant. I let out a sigh of relief as I glanced at my friends.

"Fucking finally, they're gone." I sighed, grabbing my cup and sipping my Sprite.

"Man, I thought I would have to call Diego up here." Michelle laughed, nodding her head.

"Anyway, before we were so rudely interrupted, are you guys going to Eddie's kickback tonight?" Cassandra asked, glancing up from her phone.

"Yea, I'm going," Michelle replied, nodding as she sipped her drink.

"I don't know if I feel up to it," I answered, shrugging my shoulders. If I'm honest, I was still stuck on the fact that I hadn't heard from my boyfriend, and that hurt me.

"What do you mean you don't know if you'll feel up to it?" Cassandra questioned, staring at me stunned.

"Exactly how I said it," I replied, crossing my arms and shrugging my shoulders.

"Why don't you want to go?" Jessibelle asked me, cocking her head to the side.

"I don't feel like partying right now," I answered, shrugging my shoulders again.

"Girl, you're going to that party," Cassandra said, rolling her eyes at me.

"Yea, even if we force you to go and drag your ass by your boobs," Jessibelle remarked, nodding her head.

"Besides, you know Johnathan will be there," Michelle smirked, making me rethink my previous decision.

   My friends stared at me as I sat there quietly, wondering if what Michelle said was true. If Johnathan was going to be there, how could he go party but can't return any of my calls or texts? How fucking dare he.

"Okay, fine, I'll go." I sighed, throwing my hands up in the air.

   Cassandra, Jessibelle, and Michelle cheered, clapping their hands as I agreed to go with them to this kickback, even if I didn't want to go, but maybe going out was what I needed to get my mind off of my boyfriend for a while. My friends and I continued talking amongst each other before leaving an extra tip with the owner and exiting the restaurant to Cassandra's car. Michelle wanted to go shopping for an outfit for tonight, so Cassandra drove to a clothing store. After an hour of shopping, we returned to my apartment for a nap. I guess going to sleep after eating happens to everyone, including me.

   Have you even been asleep so peacefully that it feels like you're on cloud nine? Well, that's how I felt until someone shook me awake. My eyes slowly opened, and I came face to face with a smiling Michelle.

"¿Qué quieres?" I questioned groggily, waving my hand at her. ( "What do you want?" )

"You need to get up and shower while I pick you out an outfit," Michelle replied, giving me a cheeky smile.

Taking my pillow, I covered my face with it and groaned. "No, go away."

"Girl, get the hell up. You already said you were going to go." Michelle said, smacking her lips as she whacked me with another pillow.

"Okay, fine. I'm up." I huffed, kicking the comforter off of me.

   I climbed out of bed, headed to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. As I waited for the temperature to get right, I leaned against the sink and yawned. Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped inside the glass enclosure and moaned at the hot water hitting my skin. Once I washed up, rinsed off, and stepped out, I wrapped my towel around myself and walked to my bedroom. On the bed lay my outfit for tonight.

   It was light-washed high-waisted shorts, a green badass female crop top, and Nike Dunk Low SP Brazil sneakers. For my hair, I decided to put some curls on it and added a little makeup to my face.

   I paired my outfit with a white Zara mini-city bag and walked to my living room. Their eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when I got their attention. It made me adore the fact that they were my friends.

"Te ves tan bonita." Cassandra complimented, nodding her head at my appearance. ( "You look so pretty." )

"Thank you," I replied, nodding as I glanced down. "I feel as though it's too simple."

"Baby, you look fine. It's cute." Michelle praised, smiling at me.

I blushed as they threw compliments at me before Jessibelle said, "If I were Johnathan, I'd fuck the shit out of you."

"Now that was uncalled for." I gasped, shocked that she would say something like that.

"It's true," Jessibelle replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Let's take a shot, ladies." Michelle cheered, pouring all of us a shot of Don Julio. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a shot glass from Michelle as my other friends did. "Here's to having a fun night and hopefully getting some bomb-ass dick."

"This bitch." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Woohoo." Cassandra cheered as we clicked our glasses and downed the contents inside.

The liquid burned down my throat, and my face cringed. Groaning, I sat the glass down on the counter. We headed out of the door, and I locked it behind me. Once we stepped off the elevator in the parking garage, Cassandra unlocked her car, and the four of us got in. On our way to the function, we sang our hearts to music playing from the stereo.

We sounded excellent. We even had some guys in a car laughing at us when Cassandra pulled up to a red light. Once the light turned green, they sped off, burning their tires on the road to impress us. Moments like this made me think of all the times we share living our lives.

Arriving at Eddie's house, cars were everywhere, and music was bumping inside the home. The four of us stepped out of the vehicle looking gorgeous. No one could tell us we didn't look cute because we did. We greeted some of the people we knew before walking into the kitchen. In the middle of the island sat a tub filled with different light liquors and Sprite with candies mixed in.

Whoever made this drink they were trying to kill someone and put them in the hospital. Michelle poured each of us a cup, and we cheered to have a fun night. Downing some blue liquor, the girls and I headed to the backyard for fun. On the dance floor, the girls and I danced with each other, recording one another acting silly. I had Michelle shaking her ass on me while Jessibelle had Cassandra's leg hiked on her hip, smacking her butt.

Other people saw us and joined in on the fun. Most of them were females because any male that came towards us wanting to dance, Michelle would turn down their offer, knowing that her boyfriend Diego was there, and he would throw a fit. We had everyone enjoying themselves that I had girls twerking their asses on me, and I didn't mind. It was all fun like it always had been. With all this dancing, I went to get another drink.

Walking into the kitchen, I poured more jungle juice and added a few extra sour gummy worms to eat. As I went to turn around, I crashed into someone's chest, making my entire cup fall to the floor. I gasped and went to curse the person out, but I came face to face with a pair of all too familiar brown eyes. Those chestnut brown eyes belonged to my boyfriend. How fucking dare he?

Many emotions ran through me—hurt, guilt, and anger. I could hear my boyfriend running after me as I headed out of the house. So he doesn't return my calls but can show up to a house party? Does he not love me anymore or care about this relationship? Suddenly I felt Johnathan grab my wrist, spinning me around, but I was angry and slapped him across the face.

"Okay, I guess I deserved that." He replied, rubbing his reddening cheek.

"I've been calling you for a week now, and you what? Ignore me and show up at a kickback?!" I yelled, resisting the urge to slap him across the face again.

"Lo siento, mi amor." Jonathan apologized, trying to wrap his arms around me, but I moved away. ( "I'm sorry, my love." )

"Oh, you're sorry! Is that supposed to fix things?" I questioned, crossing my arms as I cocked my hip to the side.

"No, but I am sorry for not returning your calls for a week." My boyfriend said, grabbing my hands in his. "You have to believe me, baby."

"Why didn't you call me back? Was it something I s-said?" I stuttered as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

"No baby, it wasn't you," Jonathan replied, shaking his head.

"So why didn't you return any of my calls?" I questioned, staring into his eyes with my teary ones.

"I bought a new phone since my old one wasn't working, and I haven't gotten around to texting you yet. The shop has been busy this past week." Jonathan explained, cupping my face in his soft hands.

I stood there, letting Johnathan's response process in mind, and concluded that it sounded reasonable, but I needed to know for sure. "So it's not because you have another girl on the side?"

Jonathan stared at me, shocked that those words had come out of my mouth. "Another girl? Never in a million years. It's you and me until the day we die."

My right leg shook as I took in my boyfriend's words. Johnathan wasn't the type to throw away something unique like our relationship. I know that we argue, but what couple doesn't?

"I'm sorry." I apologized, looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

"No tienes que disculparte, bebita." Johnathan smiled, wiping my tears as he leaned down to kiss my lips. ( "You don't have to apologize, baby." )

"I feel bad now," I mumbled, shaking my head. "For accusing you."

"Don't feel bad. I understand how you feel. It's my fault I didn't call you back after getting my phone last week." My boyfriend replied, running his hand down my back. "Let's go back inside, drink, and dance." As he stared at me, I couldn't help but notice the love clouded his eyes when he smiled at me.

"Okay, fine." I smiled, nodding my head.

Johnathan laced his fingers with mine as we headed back inside Eddie's house to the party. We grabbed another cup of jungle juice and returned to where our friends were talking. My back leaned against Johnathan's as we swayed to the beat of the music playing through the speakers. His arms wrapped around my waist as one of my favorite slow songs came on, and my ass moved against him. The jungle had me feeling good and horny.

As I began to feel his dick get hard beneath me, I couldn't help but smirk. Johnathan's hands tighten around my waist, his hips pushed against me, allowing me to feel him through his jeans. Michelle was occupied by Diego, dancing with him. Jessibelle stood by Felipe talking with him, and Cassandra danced with some random person.

"Mmm, you don't know how sexy you are," Johnathan whispered in my ear, playing with the button of my shorts.

"I have a feeling. Want to head back home?" I questioned, staring at him with lust clouding my eyes.

"You should know the answer to that." He smirked, biting on his bottom lip.

I smiled as he led me to the front of the house and got in the car. As I buckled my seatbelt, I sent a quick message to Cassandra and grinned.

I'm on my way home. Gonna get some dick.

Chica👛😜 - Lmfao, I knew it. Be safe, and I love you.

Love you too.

Once Johnathan was inside the car, he started it up and drove away from the party. On the drive back to the apartment, he held my hand, rubbing his thumb on my knuckles.

Johnathan's POV

Arriving at the apartment, I parked in an empty spot before getting out and walking to the passenger side to open the door for Amelia. She wrapped her arms around me as we walked to the elevator while my left one went around her neck. We got on the machine when the metal doors opened and rode up to the third floor. Amelia unlocked our apartment door, and I locked it as we headed inside. I grabbed the keys from her, tossed them on the coffee table, and hoisted her over my shoulder.

Amelia giggled as I carried her to our bedroom and threw her on the soft mattress. I climbed on top of her and smashed my lips to hers in a heated kiss. The little moans from her sultry lips had blood shooting down to my dick. My girlfriend wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in closer. Trailing my lips down her neck, I sucked on the sensitive spot, nibbling the skin.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my hips into hers as I ground myself against her, allowing her to feel how turned on I was. The soft and sensual sound leaving Amelia's mouth sounded like music to my ears. I slid my hands down her waist to the top of her shorts, leaned up, and pulled them off her. Amelia smiled at me as she peeled her top from her body. A smile appeared on my face as I stared at her sexy body, taking in her glorious figure.

My girlfriend bit her lip as she ran her hands up her body and rubbed her tits, pinching her nipples. I chuckled before leaning down and taking her pink bud in my mouth. Amelia moaned as I nibbled on her sensitive skin. Trailing my hand down to my jeans, I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the pants, and pushed them down my legs. To get some relief, I pulled Amelia closer to me as I ground my hips against her lace-covered pussy.

"Yes, baby, your mouth feels so good." Amelia softly moaned, cupping the back of my head.

I played with Amelia's free nipple, squeezing the flesh between my fingers before my free hand trailed down her body and rubbed her clothed pussy through her panties. As I migrated down Amelia's body, I kissed her covered clit, making her moan.

"Mmm, someone's wet and needy." I chuckled, staring up at her shivering body.

"Please, papi, I need you." Amelia whimpered, grinding her hips against my mouth.

A smirk came to my face as I peeled Amelia's wet panties down her smooth legs. I gave my girlfriend a final glance before slurping her pussy in my mouth. Her sweet juices erupted on my tongue, making my taste buds come alive.

"You taste so fucking good," I mumbled, sucking her sensitive clit in my mouth.

"Shit! Right there, please!" My girlfriend cried out, gripping the sheets below her body.

Circling my tongue around Amelia's sensitive bud, I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She held the back of my head and pushed me closer to her dripping cunt. It didn't matter how often I'd eaten her out before; I couldn't get enough. She tasted so sweet. Her thighs began clenching and twitching, and I knew she was on the verge of cuming.

"Go ahead, mami, let it out." I groaned, slurping her dripping juices.

"Aah fuck! I'm gonna cum, papi!" Amelia screamed, throwing her head back as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her cum spilled out of her, but I continued eating her out. I would never get tired of how good she tastes.

"Mmh. Sabes tan bien." I smiled, kissing her pulsating clit and making her whimper. ( "Mmh. You taste so good." )

My dick was so hard that I didn't want her to suck it. I wanted to be inside of her so badly. Amelia grabbed my face and smashed her lips to mine as she sucked her juices off my mouth. I pulled my briefs down far enough for my cock to spring out. The free hand tapped my tip against her clit before sliding inside of her tight and wet cunt.

"Sí papi!" She moaned as I filled her to the hilt. ( "Yes, daddy!" )

My body held still, allowing her to adjust to me before slowly dragging myself against her walls. Her pussy was so wet, and I could hear it talking to me. It took every ounce of sanity inside me not to nut right then and there from how good she felt around me. Leaning down, I stuck my face in her neck, hooked her legs around my arms, and stroked her.

"Te sientes tan bien bebé." I groaned, sucking a hickey on the side of Amelia's neck. ( "You feel so good, baby." )

"Oh shit! Yes, papi right there!" Amelia shouted, holding her legs by the back of her knees.

Her wet walls clenched and sputtered around me, letting me know she was on the verge of a hard orgasm. I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb making her hand shoot to my wrist.

"Cum for me, cariño. Come on, bebita, let me feel you." I coached her, watching her body shake.

The more I pounded her out, the closer she reached her climax. She came around me so hard she pushed me out, squirting behind it. Her thighs trembled as the aftershocks waved over her. Smiling down at her, I pressed our lips together before wrapping my arms around her and flipping us around. Amelia squealed, which turned into a moan as her hips started moving up and down.

My hands found her hips as she began to bounce up and down my dick. Amelia moaned into my mouth and planted her hands on my chest. I could feel her juices leaking down my cock as she worked herself.

"Shit, baby! Like that!" Amelia moaned, rolling her hips, matching my thrusts.

"Yea, you like that, huh?" I smirked, wrapping my hand around her throat and gently squeezing.

"Yes, I love it." She breathed out, nodding her head.

Her titties bounced in my face, and I latched onto her hardened nipple, causing her pussy to clamp down on me as she came for the third time tonight.

My hands caressed her gorgeous wet body as I admired every curve and bump. The more she squeezed around me, the closer she brought me to cum.

"Fuck baby, your pussy feels so good." I groaned, feeling Amelia swivel her hips and clench her walls purposely around me.

"How do I look riding your dick?" Amelia asked, smirking at me as I threw my head back.

"So fucking good," I grunted, feeling my orgasm creeping up.

With a firm hold, I grabbed Amelia's hips and slammed hers against mine as I chased my high. I held her down as thick ropes of cum shooter inside her slick pussy. As Amelia rolled off me, we were both out of breath and covered in sweat.

"I swear I can never get tired of you." Amelia breathed, shaking her head.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.

She cuddled into me and planted a kiss on the side of my neck.

“Te amo.” She whispered in my ear. ( “I love you.” )

“Te amo también.” I replied, kissing her cheek. ( “I love you too.” )

[ithinkhobiknows]

Top 5 Jake in love with Amy moments and Top 5 Amy in love with Jake moments

BESTIE THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST

TOP 5 JAKE IN LOVE WITH AMY MOMENTS (not in order)

THE FUNERAL: this is sort of obvious, Jake was ready to give up his job just so he can be with Amy even though they had been in a relationship for 6 days??? he was definitely in love with her and just wanted to be with her

CHASING AMY: this entire episode he was such a supportive boyfriend,him setting up practice tests for her,remembering all the little things about her, the callback to the bet episode where we find out that Jake has been in love with her since the the bet ep, Jake saying that she can't be afraid of being successful because she's too good for that??? Amazing. Spectacular. So in love with his Ames.

THE FUGITIVE PART 1 : the line "your happiness is way more important to me than winning some stupid bet" just shows how much he cares/loves about her

Also the fact that he started reading Harry Potter only because Amy liked them so much is also just amazing.

TRYING: "Amy we are a family, you and me" NEED I SAY MORE HE IS SO IN LOVE

HALLOVEEN: this is also pretty obvious. The only thing that kept him sane through his prison experience was planning for the heist which we know is a proposal to Amy! The scene in locker room where Jake is handcuffed and Amy is going on about how she knows him so well that he has lost the ability to surprise her, then later on the in the episode he surprises her by proposing? Him admitting that she is the best detective? Even though we know from an episode in season 1 (Operation: Broken Feather) he has always considered Amy as the better detective!!! Kudos to the writers for giving us such a perfect episode.

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MAXIMUM SECURITY: I'm sorry his line, "I'm the one that's not tough enough to be in here watching the woman I love,unarmed,locked up with all these murderers, it's just too much for me" yeah. YEAH. Jake peralta did that. I loved the fact that Jake didn't make Amy take herself off the case but he took himself out of the situation as he was the one who was not able to handle seeing her in danger.

HE SAID,SHE SAID: this episode though. Jake learning that Amy's previous captain thought he deserved something after he helped her become a detective? His reactions in the scene were so good, I could feel the anger, pain, sadness radiating off of him through the screen. Him watching a netflix documentary on feminism? YES PLS.

ALSO THE FACT THAT HE JUST KNOWS WHATS THE RIGHT THING TO DO AFTER HE LOOKS AT HER FACE? EVERYTHING THAT SEEMED SO COMPLICATED BECOMES EASY?

TOP 5 AMY IN LOVE WITH JAKE MOMENTS:

GREG AND LARRY: Amy was spiraling the entire plane ride wondering if Jake is safe or not. Her worrying on what if she doesn't get to say I love you SO MUCH. she is very in love with him your honour.

THE CRUISE: Amy being the first one to say I love you? Amazing. Her helping Jake to try to catch Judy this entire episode, she could have just told Jake to ignore him but she knows how important this is to Jake so she helps him.

THE GOLDEN CHILD: the way she is so protective of him also the line "I spent my whole life trying to beat David at something,but when you were I'm danger, I just didn't care anymore. All I wanted was for you to be ok" she loves him so much :)

HONEYMOON: how she stood up against Holt when he called Jake selfish? Season 1 Amy could never. Jake being like I don't wanna get mad right now because he knows Amy is worried about Holt bUT then Amy is like screw that. So yeah a top tier moment.

THE BET: I know this was the episode where Jake fell in love with Amy but I think this episode also showed us just how much she knows,cares,respects Jake. Also the look she has on her face when she finds out Jake could have called for the night shift team to handle the stakeout and continue his plan of embarrassing her BUT HE DIDNT. So yes. She is very in love with him and she is also very in denial about it in this episode.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT: the fact that she was willing to wait for like what 14 years??? The fact that she won't give up on him and would continue fighting against Lt. Hawkins. If that's not being in love with someone I don't know what is.

+ special mentions

SHE DOUBLE TUCKED FOR HIM

BOYLE-LINETTI WEDDING: she appreciated the fact that Jake was willing to help her out with her case even though he didn't need to. The look between Jake and Amy at the end of this episode was just a chef's kiss.

A MOMENT FOR BOTH JAKE AND AMY BEING IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER:

THE LAST DAY PART 2: the fact that they are willing to do anything for each other. Them in the last two episodes hit different. You can see how much they have grown and made each other better over the years and yeah Jake willing to take a step back from work and being ready to take care of Mac so that Amy can achieve her dream? Amy saying that he doesn't have to do that cause she knows how much he loves his job,her always being surprised by how sure of everything he is? Little does she know it's because of her ;)

So yes, that concludes my rant about these two idiots being head over heels for each other.

[nervousmendes]

Unsent Part 1 - Shawn Mendes

shawn x reader

a/n : so I'm finally back afer a really long break and I've been so excited to edit and post this one. I should also mention that is my first time writing angst so please be kind. any feedback would be much appreciated!

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It was a pleasant Saturday, the sun was long gone and the moonlight that spilled through the window was just enough to relax you while you worked on your research paper. Doing a PhD was never easy, and now that classes were going on in full swing, you were almost convinced that it was impossible. Your days mostly just consisted of you going to classes, working on essays, trips to the library and maybe watch a little Netflix before you hit the sack. It was a routine now, and you were always used to this life. You found your calm in the chaos whenever you could talk to your boyfriend who was touring somewhere in some city across the ocean. With your time zones never matching and him constantly traveling it was impossible to keep up with his schedule but you both did your best to stay as connected as possible.

When tour first kicked off, you missed Shawn so much. You hated the distance and you spent hours on end talking to him on facetime, blowing kisses and whining about wanting "virtual cuddles". It was a nightly ritual for the two of you to facetime immediately after his show, and since he was still in America at the time, it was easier to find a way to talk when you were both free. Even when you'd be too busy looking into your laptop screen while he was performing for thousands of excited teenagers every other night, there was some kind of warmth, some affirmation, that at the end of the day it was always going to be the two of you together until forever. Even though the physical distance made you sad, your relationship with him never seemed to burn out. Your love for each other was always so strong that the thought of being apart from each other never threatened your relationship.

But things shifted with time and the routine facetime calls went from after every show to every alternate show and then to every few days. You'd only text each other once or twice a day and it always felt like it was just for the sake of it. Sometimes you would go about your entire day and only realize before going to bed that you hadn't thought of him or spoken to him once throughout. You now knew more about him through his Instagram stories than you did from what he told you about tour. The quick ‘I love you’s exchanged before hanging up felt more mechanical than natural. Of course it hurt you, it made you feel guilty and made your heart ache at the same time, but you knew deep down that he was feeling that way too. It's not like he remembered to text you every single day either. It now turned into a subconscious competition of who would start the conversation first. Every text was thought out, typed, backspaced and rephrased. It felt like you didn't know each other as well as you once did. You would overthink not knowing whether a read receipt would do or a reply would be more reassuring. Everything seemed different, and not at all in a good way. As much as you hated to even think of it, a part of you felt that maybe you didn't love him anymore but your heart would never let you admit that.

You often went to bed not feeling sleepy at all, replaying all the memories from the initial stages of your relationship. The giddy first date, the awkward first kiss, the butterflies, the cheesy gifts and all the sneaking around. It felt like you were both different people back then. And maybe you just grew up or grew out of it, but does real love ever fade away? Does it suddenly empty itself and leave a void in your heart? How does it just make everything go away? You always thought, no you knew that he was the one. You still remember eighteen months ago at the fair, when he went down on one knee holding a huge stick of cotton candy in his hand, asking you to be "his honorable girlfriend until the end of time" and promised to never break your heart, you kissed him with everything in you right outside the Ferris wheel knowing in your heart that you already kind of wanted this forever. He had always been the one.

You both appreciated the little things, it was kind of what built your relationship with him. The reassuring glances from across a crowded room that made you uncomfortable, the hand around your waist when a distant friend would be “too nice” to you or the way his fingers played with your hair after a long, disheartening day were some of the many things you loved about your relationship with him. You always felt the need to be physically connected to him and it was almost common knowledge that Shawn's love language too was touch. You desperately missed the way his hand would automatically lace with yours while you walked together and the warmth it spread in you when his hands would go to the back of your neck to leave a tender kiss to your lips. And when one of you had a rough day, the other would kiss the stray tears away and you would both hold each other so tight until your ragged breaths would slow down and your hearts would beat to the rhythm of each other's pulse. All of that now felt like a distant memory, it was like you had him and lost him at the same time. Everything you once had with each other slipped right through your fingers. You would kill to go back in time and figure out anything you could've done differently to give this all a miss because the thought of even having to talk about the collected weight on both of your chests physically pained you. What if this was over? And even if it's not, what if there's nothing left to give? How were you going to go on knowing he's not yours anymore? While you learnt to live a life without him, you never once forgot that he would come right back to you. And now maybe he won’t and there’s nothing you could do about it. So many questions and so many thoughts ran through your head as you were still staring at the text you received about five minutes ago.

Hey I landed sometime back. On my way to Pickering. See u tomorrow?             - Shawn

No “babe”. No “honey”. Nothing about the movies he watched on the flight, or the occasional "Omg we're SO watching it together". It was a plain text just to keep you informed. Mechanical. You thought back to the last time he came home from tour, when he first showed up at your door and pushed for you to come spend the weekend with him and his family in Pickering. Gone were those days when he'd ring you up as soon as he had service on his phone again to tell you how tiring the flight was or how much he hated the food, and on hearing that you would order his favourite pizza before he got home. You read and re-read the insipid words on your screen and after a lot of thinking, with a doubtful mind, you typed out a simple response. 

Yes. Hope your flight was okay, get some rest tonight!

After humming and hawing for long enough, you hit send and patiently waited for the thumbs up he left under your text as an instant response. His lack of interest in continuing the conversation did sting, but you quickly pushed it away considering the fact that you were going to meet him the very next day and he’d clearly already had a tiring flight back to Toronto. You shifted around, pulling your blanket closer up to your face and just as you turned away and closed your eyes, the screen of your phone lit up again.

We need to talk, don't we... - Shawn

Shawn sat in his car parked outside his childhood home, right leg bouncing unconsciously and staring intently at the text he had just sent. He patiently waited for it to go from 'delivered' to 'read'. But it didn't. His bouncing leg was now shivering and the words he regretted typing out were staring right back at him. His fingers trembled over the screen, and with a shaky breath he unsent the message without giving it another thought. He took his bags and walked up to Karen and Manny at the door smiling widely as he silently thanked technology for saving him. But little did he know that your eyes were on the screen of your phone as you read those nauseating words under his contact name, and then watched the pop up disappear a minute after.

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[rosyrosethings]

Y/n finds out her boyfriend Harry is a gang leader.

Y/n woke up to her boyfriend kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled and moved over to stuff her face in her pillow. He grabbed her waist pulling her hips to his.

“You can’t hide from me, baby. Now kiss me!” He said y/n turned her head as she peaked open one of her eyes looking up and her pale green-eyed boy smirking at her. She opened her other eye. Now fully looking at him.

“Marcel, I haven’t even brushed my teeth.” She said turning over her body fully now laying on her back looking up at him.

“I don’t care. We go through this every morning.” He said as he leaned downed and kissed her lips. She kissed him back. She loved Marcel waking.up.to.the sight of her boyfriend. Waking up with her in his arms or her arms around him. Marcel's phone rang interrupting their moment. Y/n immediately rolled her eyes. whenever his phone rang she knew he was going to leave her, sometimes he's gonna all day and doesn't come back till 4 am.

“Yea, be there soon,” Marcel said, y/n turned from him. Marcel looked over at her as he could tell he was upset.

”Baby don’t be like that.” he said laying back down wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her bare shoulder.

”You let whoever in your phone run you. You always seem to go whenever they call.” she said.

” It just work love, I'd be home later.” he said and he pampered her face in kisses until he heard her giggle. She loved it when he called her place home.

“Fine just make sure you don’t miss tonight. It's our one-year anniversary dinner so please don't miss it.” He kissed her once more. Before getting up putting on his clothes. She wished he stayed and stopped treating her house like one nightstand. He always had to go.

“Won’t miss it for the world baby. I love you.” He said as he got up getting ready to walk out her bedroom. She got up also walking with him to the door. She didn’t respond to his I love you because if he loved her he wouldn’t leave her on their one year anniversary. He turned around and face her. His bottom lip poking out because he knew she could resist his cute face.

“Baby, I said I love you.” He mumbled,

”Mhmm.” she hummed in response trying to walk past him. He grabbed her arm pulling her back to face him. He knew she liked it when he got a bit more aggressive.

“What’s wrong?” He asked seriously.

“You’re leaving me on our one year anniversary.” She whines out. He leaned down and kissed her pouting lips.

”baby, I just have to work. I’d be back I promise.” He said, she nodded kissing him again. She knew how to get him to stay. Sex. So she used it to her advantage. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her tongue in his mouth. Moving her hips closer to his. He kissed her back of course. He couldn’t resist her. But he had to work so he pulled away but she continued to kiss his jaw and his neck.

“Love I have to go to work.” He laughed, she sighed and gave up. Stepping back letting him leave out the door.

“I love you..” she mumbled. He gave her his best smile and kissed her cheek.

//

After Marcel left. Y/n went about her day as usual. Preparing for tonight. While FaceTime with her best friend.

” Matthew and I are gonna go out tonight and have some adult fun..” her friend Tae explained while smiling from ear to ear. Mathews was her husband.

”that's so cute. I and Marcel are going out tonight also.” Y/n proclaimed with a bigger smile. Tae rolled her eyes at the sound of his name.

“Y/n, you know I don’t like him for you. I just feel like you deserve better.” Her friend Jessica said,

“He’s an amazing guy. I don’t see why you don’t like him.” Y/n said as she put on her makeup.

“You’ve been dating him for a year. You haven’t met his friends or family. You’ve been to his house like twice and he says he works in the pharmaceutical business. Which is a load of shit.”

Y/n shrugged.

“He’s just secretive,” y/n mumbled. Jessica laughed at her naivety.

“Your making excuses for him. But I guess I’d make excuses for a face like his too.” Tae said, “Mommy!! I cut my finger.” Tae’s son Brandon yelled from the back.

“Fuck Y/n I will call you back,” Tae said disconnecting the FaceTime call and tending to her child. Y/n continued to get ready for her date. Once she was finally ready. She got a text from Marcel. Who was supposed to pick her up.

Running late I called you an Uber to the restaurant. I will meet you there. -Marcel

She sighed, she could have literally driven her own car. She thought but she knew Marcel hated it when she didn't listen to him. She waited for the Uber to arrive. Which arrived shortly after her waiting... Uber took her to the restaurant. She walked inside where she was greeted by the hostess.

”name?”

”Marcel Cox.”

”Ohh follow me.” She said as she grabbed the large menu and walked Y/n to the empty table. She sighed, he isn’t here she thought.

She sat at the tables and waited patiently. No one ever came. She watched the clock go from 6 pm to 6:30 to 7:00. she still had hope that he’d come. Even though she was one more pitiful look from the waitress away from tears.

Her phone made a ding noise. She looked at to see it was her best friend Tae. But Y/n did not open the text message. She wasn’t in the mood for her best friend to be right.

But her phone kept dinging. Multiple text messages from tae. Y/n unlocked her phone.

Aren’t you and Marcel supposed to be together? Isn’t it the anniversary?

Marcel is the club I’m at.

I snuck up closer to see what he was saying. Everyone is literally calling him Harry.

I’m gonna send you a video. -Tae

Shortly after a video was sent to Y/N’s phone.

The video was of Marcel, sitting in a VIP section of a club with a few other guys behind him. But Tae kept moving the camera behind people to be discreet.

Y/n shut off the video and decided to call him.

No answer.

She thought that maybe she should text him. But she didn’t. She sat there and thought about it.

Who is Harry and why are they calling me that? Why is he at a bar instead of with me? She thought to herself. She quickly arranged for an Uber to pick her up and she ordered food Togo.

Eventually, she made it home. Tears were pouring down her face. Receiving weird looks from her uber driver. She felt so confused and lost. she went to change into more comfortable which was one of Harrys shirts and decided to sit on the couch and enjoy her steak dinner and watch kissing booths on Netflix. Her phone started to ring and she looked hopefully it could be Marcel.

“Hello?”

”Hi love, are you okay? Do you need me to come over?” she asked, she sighed at the sound of Taes voice.

”no no no it's fine enjoy your night with your husband. i just wanna be alone right now.” y/n said sadly eating the roasted potatoes.

”Okay, Are you sure? Me and Matt could come over and we can watch movies.”

”Yea, I'm positive the last thing I want is to be around a happily married couple.”

“Okay well I love you. Call me if you need anything.”

“Love you too.”

Y/n disconnected the call and continue to eat her dinner. She didn’t know what to do. Who in the hell isHarry and why is lying to her. Is he married?

There was a sound on her door that interrupted her thoughts. The sound if someone unlocking it. She looked over at the door. Knowing he was the only one who had a key.

He walked in. Ready to apologize for missing their anniversary. It was almost 12am. He didn’t know what excuse to come up. Just tell her it was work. He thought.

“Baby.. I’m so so sorry. It was work thing and I-.” She let out a dry laugh. As he sat next to her on the couch. She did love him but he’s lying to her. She just wants the truth.

“Work at 12am? you’re lying to me. Is there someone else? Are you married?”

“What baby? No. I’m all yours.”

“Then who in the fuck is Harry?”she as she looked him dead in the eye. He looked like a dear in head lights.

“If you look me in the eye and lie to me one more time. I’m done with you.” She said crossing her arms. He didn’t want to tell her. How do you tell someone you’re the leader of a gang. He couldn’t tell her. Y/n is literally the most cooker cutter girl he knows. She doesn’t break any laws, She doesn’t smoke, Halloween scares her but she loves it. And yet he still loved her even though they were opposite. He never felt this way about a girl before. He loved how safe he felt with her. As it lhe had no worries whenever he stepped near her. If he told her who he was would she be scared of him.

“I-I don’t know who Harry is.” He immediately regretted the lie that came out of his mouth. If he told her his real name was Harry after a year of dating. She would leave him in heartbeat. But she knew him to well. She knew it was a lie.

“You’re lying to me Marcel or whoever the hell you are. You need to leave.” She said as she stood up from the couch.

“Leave?” He said looking up at her, his green eyes slightly glossy. She could see the fear and hurt in his eyes.

“Yes leave. I-I don’t know who you are. You’ve been lying to me for a full year and you looked me in my eyes and lied to me. You wouldn’t do that to someone you love.” He stood up his height towering hers.

“Kitten I do love you.”

“Yea but not enough to tell me the truth. Can you please just leave.” She said looking away from him. He looked down at her. He turned around to leave.

“The key.” She said. Stopping him.

“Baby c’mon. This is just a stupid fight.” he said trying to blow over the situation. She looked up at him her eyes full of hurt and pure disgust.

”Marcel I don’t even know who you are anymore. You keep lying to me and I can’t do this now please give me my damn key and leave my house.” Harry flinched at her language he handed her the key.

“Can I at least explain myself?” He said once more.

“No. I have you your chance and you lied. Please just leave me.” And he did as he was told and left the apartment. Leaving her their in tears.

A couple days went by Y/n couldn’t get out of bed she was always so sad. It hurt her so badly to lose Marcel. Then a week went by and he hasn’t even tried to call her. She thought she obviously meant nothing to him for him not even to try to win her back. Then a whole month went by no Marcel and she was still just as hurt as she was the day he walked out on her. So she started knitting to distract herself and she was getting pretty good at. Decided to knit a a cardigan.

With Music was playing softly in the back. She thought how cute Marcel will look in this sweater. The knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She sighed she knew it was Tae. Tae has literally been worried sick since Marcel left Y/n. Y/n went to open the door. Seeing a black hair tattooed man. She looked at him confused. He was very handsome but he must have the wrong apartment.

“Umm hello, is there something i can help you with?” She asked still holding the door in her hand so she can close it in face if needed.

“Yes, thank god I found you. I need you to come back with me.” She scrunched her face at the mans response.

“Umm no. I don’t know you at all.”

“It’s about Marcel. You just really need to see him.” Her eyes widened. He’s friends with Marcel. But she still doesn’t know this guy.

“But that doesn’t explain who you are.”

“That’s not important. I just need you to come back with me.”

”No I'm not.” she said closing the door. His foot stopped the door. She looked up at him. All she saw was the determination in his eyes and she was scared for her life.

”please can you just leave..” she pleated but he didn't. Was the last thing she remembered. Before everything went black.