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katnisscarter · 1 year

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Yknow actually you’re the one that’s missing out by having left me bc my love is a gift being loved by me is a fucking gift like you can go be with that new girl & live ur best life but don’t forget I sat on eBay for hours to find the closest replica to the king ghidorah toy you told me about from your childhood from a grainy photo of little you at like 4 yrs old cause your mom sold it and you said you wished you still had it like that’s. That’s who i am that’s how thoughtful I am. And you cheated on me ? You left an entire lifetime of feeling that kind of love. & you choose to stay with that decision. Cause I guess that’s what gets me, you know I would let you back in. You know how much I love you. And yet you just…. Well you’ve made it perfectly clear you don’t want me anymore. Perfectly clear I’m nothing but a nuisance and the biggest mistake of your life so I guess there’s no point anyways. You dont want me anymore. I remember one time I was crying and crying because I was so scared you’d see who I really was and not love me anymore and you held me and told me that would never happen. I guess my biggest fear came true. What a fucking bitter pill to swallow. And you’re just moving on like I meant nothing. You just jumped right into a new relationship like five years was nothing. Like I was nothing. Like you never loved me. Maybe you never did. I don’t know anymore. You ruined love for me ryker. I’m never going to let someone get that close to me again. I’m never letting myself be seen like that so deeply ever again. You ruined love for me. Because I don’t know that you ever even loved me. I really don’t anymore. Because I know that I loved you then, and I do now, but I can’t just move on. I loved you so deeply I can’t just jump into a relationship. You killed love to me. I can’t let a man touch me unless I’m drunk. I don’t even let men compliment me anymore it makes me so uncomfortable. I don’t even talk to my friends about what I’m thinking as much anymore. How I behave in relationships not even romantic ones is forever changed because of what you did. And you don’t even care. I literally was asking for you to give me closure and you said you don’t care about me having it. What happened to you? Why do you hate me so much. You say you don’t but I don’t believe that either. What happened to my sweet baby boy? Where did he go? The one that would cry with me, the one that would rub my thigh while he drove just to touch me? Was it all a lie? Was I never special? Was I never loved? Was I never going to be your wife? Did you ever even want that? Did you ever even want me? I guess this is all pointless, even thinking about it. Because at the end of the day you could have me, you know I love you, and you choose to not have me. You’re actively actually choosing to hurt me instead. You know I’m waiting for the night you’re standing in my front porch light… but I think maybe it’s time I close the door. I deserve someone who wants me. That wants to celebrate how great I’m doing in my recovery and in life. I wanted you so badly to be here for this part of my life but I guess the chapters with you are done. I don’t want to lose you but I guess I just need to realize I already have. No matter what I do I won’t be good enough for you. Is it because she’s prettier? Is it because she’s funnier? Is it because she’s skinnier? Is it because she isn’t fucked in the head? I guess I really do love you because I just want you to be happy. Even if it isn’t with me. I just wish it was. God I wish it was. I love you so much but I love myself too now and I deserve someone who wants me and only me. I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to let someone even try to love me again after you. A heart only breaks this bad once in a lifetime. I wouldnt survive a second time.

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mtfstuff · 3 years

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Officer Jake

I always had a thing for men in uniform. Maybe its because my fit uncle wore his police uniform every day when I was litte and I could see his muscle flex underneath. Since that time I always wanted to wear one too. After I graduated I applied for becoming a police officer but they told me things that I've heard way too often: I'm too small, I'm not fit enough and so on.

I tried to fix the latter and applied again, still didnt get the job. So I became janitor at the police station.

Fast forward 30 years and I loved every day of working there. I installed small cameras everywhere overnight. I could watch them undress, shower, put on the uniform and so on. I loved seeing the hunks in uniform every day. I somewhat became family for some of them as they always greet me but even all of that is nice I still have the fantasy to wear one myself.

Of course I wont be able to do this anytime soon as I got chubby again and I still didnt grew 8ver the past decades but my fate was different.

One evening when I started to clean the hallways as every cop was already gone I heard how someone entered the building. I turned around getting ready to fight someone as I saw a beautiful cop with a arrested drug dealer. I admired his chiseled jaw, his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt, his uniform, his combat boots.

"Good to see you here.", the officer said to me."Could you watch him as I have to get some papers?"

"Of course.", I answered. This was thrilling. Being part of an arrestment.

The cop pushed the dealer towards a bank where he sat down. I had to watch him as the cop ran up the stairs towards the bureaus. I watched that twink of a dealer. He looked at his dirty shoes when he suddenly starts to talk to me.

"Arent you bored of this job?", he says.

"No, this is my first time doing something like this.", I answered.

"I mean being a janitor. Dont you want a better life? More action? I could give it to you. You'd deserve it."

I thought about his offer, it sounded too good to be true.

"What do you mean by that?", I asked.

"I could give you the life of that cop that arrested me. I saw how you looked at him. All of him could be yours. His muscles, his beard, his private life... oh, I think he has a really active private life. Just look at that beautiful hunk."

"Why wouldnt you swap with him yourself? "

"Well, I like my body as it is. If I give you his, I want something in return."

"And that is?"

"In return you let me go and this arrest never happened."

I really thought about it. I always wanted to be in that uniform. I think he saw it in my eyes as he started to smile.

"Do we have a deal?", he asked.

"Definitely."

"Good. In my front left pocket is a small pill. Take it."

I pushed my hand inside his pocket, grabbing the pill. As I took it out, I saw a blue and red colored pill.

"Twist it. You have to swallow the blue part and push the red part inside the ass of the person you want to be.", he said.

"You have to be kidding me. I'll never push it into his ass."

"I'm not kidding. Would I do something like this right before I get into prison? I dont think so."

I had no choice than to trust him. I twisted the pill and swallowed the blue part just in time as we heard the cop coming down the stairs.

"I'm back. You can go back to whatever you were doing.", the cop said to me.

He walked past me as if I was thin air towards the dealer. This was my chance.

I pushed the cop with his abs against the wall right next to the dealer and pulled his pants down. I squeezed the pill between his ass cheeks before he could even react.

He pushed me to the ground and pulled his pants back up. The dealer laughed.

"You find this funny?!", the cop screamed towards him.

"No. I find it funny what happens next.", je said.

I didnt feel a change. The dealer lied to me and now I'm getting arrested too. I had to think of this...

"And you. That was it. I'm going to arrest you too.", the cop said to me.

He came towards me as I got up from the ground but then he suddenly stopped. His eyes rolled back, revealing the white. He fell over backwards against the wall. He looked he was sleeping.

I took a step towards him as I passed out too.

The first thing I noticed was that something heavy laid on my rock hard dick. As I opened my eyes I saw my old bodies face right on my crotch. I lifted my arms to see the cops muscled arms and gloves. I was speechless, the pill worked. I pushed my old body aside and stood up. I admired and touched my new body.

I started to open my belt to see what I have down there as I heard the dealer. I totally forgot about the dealer.

"Looks like it worked. Now get me out of here.", he said.

"Yeah....yes...yes! Wait the key has to be here somewhere.", I answered.

I closed the belt again and started to search for the key in my pocket as a memory from where the cop put the key flashed through my mind.

"I have his memories? ", I shouted out loud.

"Of course. Now get me out of here."

I took the key out of my pocket and opened his handcuffs.

"Thanks, officer.", he said with a smirk.

"No, I have to thank you!", I said. "But I still have a question. What do we have to do with him?"

I point at my old body.

"Nothing. He wont remember the last30 minutes. He will live your life as if he always had it.", the dealer said and left.

I left too. I drove to my new home and had the best night ever.

I admired my muscular body and with the stamina of this body I jacked off to my uniform hanging on my wardrobe almost half of the night.

After that I looked through his memories, learning that I'm now officer Jake Pecker, best of my year. I also learned that Jake is gay, has a thing for uniforms and looks for a daddy to have a great evening.

Every now and then when I'm at work I can see my old body sometimes looking at me. I know what he wants. Maybe I hook up with him for a night so that he can live his fantasy once.

#body switch #male body switch #body swap #male body swap #male possession #possessed #possession #bodysuit #male body transformation #male transformation

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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model citizen ricky horror x reader

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college au

prompt: Character A sitting in a college 7am lecture and Character B sitting next to them pouring an energy drink into their coffee and says, "I'm going to die." (First interaction)

Song: pretty little distance by as it is

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @xyours-eternallyx

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i walked into the room and huffed as i took my seat, reaching into my bag for my notebook and a pen. i hated having a 9am again and missed being able to sleep-in like i did last semester. this was the first day though and i was hopeful my mind would change about it as the course went on. it probably wouldnt though. i sat there, catching a few more students walk in as i looked down at my phone.

nothing was too exciting yet and the teacher hadnt even shown up. i was more-so ready for the new art class though. it was my major after all and i was pretty well known by the professors at this point. as i sat there, a loud clatter grabbed my attention, making me look to my right. there was sat a shorter, skinny kid, with long inky black hair tucked under a beanie. my eyes went wide as he cracked the monster in his hand open, pouring it into his half=full trenta cup from Starbucks. he looked over at me and smiled.

"im going to die."

he said in the most sure-fire tone before putting the lid back on the cup and chugging it. i sat there in horror staring at him.

"are you okay?"

i asked and he shrugged, looking at me over the top of the cup. he had the bluest eyes i had ever seen, even in the low light of the art room. i was a little start struck for a second before shaking myself out of my daze, watching him put the cup down against the desk with a thud.

"if i pass out during class just push me out of the way and ill figure something out later."

he said, turning forward. i went to say something just as the teacher walked in.

"y/n! good to see you back. we missed you last semester."

professor crane said, looking to the student teacher as he ducked behind him and paced quickly to the front desk. his gaze followed him too before he shrugged and turned back to me with a smile.

"whatever, im sure he missed you too. but either way its good to have you back in class and i look forward to seeing what you come up with for the showcase in march."

i nodded with a smile before he walked away to the front of the class, instructing everyone to take their seats.

"you come here often?"

i heard from the kid next to me, hearing him laugh to himself as he took another drink of his coffee/monster concoction.

"yes, actually. im an art major."

i said a little dumbfounded. he nodded.

"cool, im here for film."

i drew my brows.

"youre doing film?"

i asked and he winked at me, looking to Brian as he turned the projector on. i opened my mouth before closing it quickly, feeling a little more confused than before.

"alright, first things first. i only make a syllabus because administration says i have to. the schedule is shit and we will most likely be doing something completely different so i suggest you keep a planner or something to keep track of your assignments. secondly, i will get to it later but i want you to start thinking about your projects for the spring showcase in march. we have a few short months so after you learn the basics of form you will be instructed to sketch something in your own style and present it to the board."

my mind went in and out after that, trying to catch quick glances at the kid next to me without being suspicious. every time he moved i could feel my heart pulse, giving me anxiety that he could actually pass out or something.

"y/n, your partner for this project will be mr olson."

brian said, standing over me and looking between the two of us. i nodded with wide eyes as he moved to the two kids behind us.

"guess that means we have pretty high chances at getting an A."

he said, raising his cup in cheers. i looked down at the assignment sheet, grazing over it and groaning. we had to come up with a comic strip in different style parts; the first panel a base sketch, the second panel a hard sketch, the third panel color blocking, and so on. god this was gonna be a nightmare.

"you dont seem too enthused."

the kid said amused. i sent him a testing look.

"im not, ive done something similar before and you have to get every step just right or they take points off. and we have to prove what parts we did."

i said, rolling my eyes. i looked over to him, blinking as a camera flash went off. i drew my brows as he looked down at the screen on it.

"where did you even get that?"

i asked, trying to inspect him. he sent me a smile.

"i always keep it on me. im ricky by the way, and you look great."

he said amused and i breathed deeply.

"y/n."

i said, looking back to the paper.

"well y/n i think this is going to be a great partnership-"

"alright!"

brian called, cutting him off.

"you have your assignments. i have nothing else for you today so you are welcome to either stay here and work until class time is over or you can leave and work on it on your own time. i dont really care either way, just get it done."

i hummed to myself before stuffing my notebook and the assignment sheet into my bag and standing up. i caught a glimpse of ricky starting at me with wide eyes as i turned to leave.

"what are you doing?"

he asked and i looked between him and the door, pointing at it.

"leaving, its not due for another week."

i started off, hearing him shuffle around before chasing after me.

"hey wait! cant we like plan what we're doing or something?"

he asked and i shrugged, looking over to him as he tried to put his paper in his backpack and hold the camera and cup of coffee. i stopped, staring at him as he struggled. i rolled my eyes, taking the cup and the camera from him. he looked to me in shock and i raised my brows.

"get to it, i dont have all day."

i said and he finished what he was doing, zipping his bag up and slinging it over it shoulder. i handed him the cup and camera back and kept walking.

"so uh, what kind of thing did you have in mind for this project?"

he asked and i looked to the sky, squinting but trying to think as we made it outside.

"i dont know, maybe a ball of some kind?"

he raised a brow, shuffling his feet as he tried to keep up with my long strides.

"like masks and large dresses?"

he asked and i nodded, opening the door to dinging hall.

"something like that yeah."

he nodded as i led us to a table.

"that sounds cool, i could get behind that."

i sent him a knowing look.

"you seem like the kind of guy who would."

i said, pulling my sketchpad out. he raised a brow, sitting beside me.

"whats that supposed to mean?"

he asked and i sent him a look.

"im assuming you like vampires, and the Edwardian thing usually goes hand in hand with that."

he sent me a nervous smile.

"is it that obvious?"

he asked, rubbing his hands against his pants. i nodded.

"thats okay though, cause i like them too. so much so that i have costumes already, we can pose for each other. i think youd look great in this."

i said, sliding my phone across the table to show him the outfit i had for it. i just hoped it would fit him.

"you seem like youve been planning this for a while."

he said through a laugh and i shrugged.

"i just like to feel fancy, the projects on the other hand kind of fall into my lap."

i said, flipping through a few pages in my book. he placed his hand on one before taking it from me and looking over it.

"this looks insane."

he said and i looked around awkwardly.

"in a good way?"

i asked, finding his gaze.

"oh! yeah! of course in a good way. it looks super cool. i see why you wanted to do the ball thing now."

he commented, noting the sketch i had done already that was similar. it is what i was used to after all. he set the book back down in front of me and sent me a wide smile, picking his camera up and taking another picture of me.

"why do you do that?"

i asked and he laughed.

"i need models for my art and i think now that we've met you would be a great subject."

i set him a look, trying to hide the blush creeping its way up my neck.

"you really think so?"

i asked bashfully and he nodded.

"oh yeah, absolutely. and now that we're partners i think it will give me ample opportunity to find a new muse. you wanna be a subject for a music video?"

i sat back, a little taken aback.

"you want me to do what?"

i asked and he laughed, putting the camera on the table.

"in about a month my band is gonna need some girls for a video but its cool if not. i can live with us just being art project partners."

i cleared my throat, rubbing my hands together under the table.

"how about we get through this first and ill get back to you on that?"

he smiled knowingly at me, raising his coffee to me in cheers.

"sounds like a plan to me."

#wattpad #x reader #ricky olson #ricky horror #imagines #miw #one shots #288

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mrshenrycavill23 · 3 years

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A Dream to Remember ✨ - PART 2

-Sequel to my last short story, Destiny, featuring Henry & [Y/N] character a fangirl who has met him during a trip to Antalya, Turkey. This story begins where the Destiny finished.

#2 Tangled ✨💘

The ride was rather a short one. But I was all lost in my thoughts while secretly staring at Henry’s curls and temples. While looking at him, I began to relive the moments my soul got to experience while tangled with his the night before. The way he made me feel so small yet so loved, so lost yet so found, he took what was meant for him all this time. I suddenly felt a bit sore down and got a bit uncomfortable sitting in the backseat while he was sitting beside me. I tried not to show my discomfort but he suddenly looked at me, as if he could sense it, sense the soreness, sense the pain, he looked at me, then gazed down at the end of my dress, his gaze alone made me feel as if he could see me naked while I was fully clothed. He put his hand on my thigh and was slowly moving towards me when his phone ringed and it was the Uber app notifying that we had reached the restaurant he wanted me to have breakfast with him at.

The driver stopped the car and Henry got out first and quickly moved on the other side to open my door. My God, what a true gentleman. I was no one and yet he made me feel like the most important woman in the world.

The restaurant was very fancy, it was surely a sunny beautiful day and sun-rays spread through the glass doors and windows of the restaurant and glistened the entire room. Henry, wearing a white shirt with denim, looked like a greek god had come to life. There weren’t many people and we quickly sat down and gave our orders.

“So, I’ve been thinking to ask you this. Are you comfortable with me, [y/n]? I mean you don’t feel scared that paparazzi might just bust from anywhere right now and you will be dragged into something you don’t deserve to be in?” Henry asked with those worried puppy like eyes.

I thought for a second. What did I have to lose?

I had nothing to lose as compared to what I was living through in the moment.

“You’re a great company, Henry. I enjoyed talking to you heart to heart last night at the beach. I felt so good after a long time. It’s not about you being the celebrity I adore, but I truly value the person you have turned out to be. I’m willing to risk it all to know you more.”

Words came out of my mouth so easily yet each word made me more nervous than the one before. What was I doing with myself? It’s Henry Cavill. Women way better than me could die for him and here I am expressing how I feel in the most minimal way possible.

“Oh yes, I felt so good. Beach, you mentioned eh? It was dark last night, do you want to go right now? It’s been a while since I enjoyed the waves with someone.” Henry smirked as he sipped the juice he ordered.

Happiness rush through my entire body. What is this? A date? Going to the beach with him? Oh my God. Yes. I deserve this. After all those years of dreaming of being with him. Yes. YES!

“Um, yes sure but what about the media people you wanted to avoid? I’ve been here before and I know a secluded beach, away from the crowds, it’s a bit far though. We’d have to hire a taxi for the day” I said with an overflowing excitement in my face and voice.

“Nah, we wouldnt hire a taxi. We’ll rent a car for the day. I’ll drive and you can tell me the route, what do you say?” He said, smiling.

Oh to see him driving. Was I in heaven or is this reality. We finished eating and walked our way to the nearest tourist-help centre where they arranged a car for us and Henry being the gentleman he is, first made sure I was comfortable in it then he made his way to the driving seat.

He was so big, his arms, his biceps, the same arms that held me down while he fucked me hard last night. I suddenly got flashes of the sex we had and started sweating a bit, just seeing him driving seduced me, I wanted him to do it again, to fuck me again, to ease my soreness or make it hurt more, but I could not make the first move. I did not know if he wanted me again? or was it just a friends with benefits / one time thing? To release myself from my thoughts, I connected the aux cable with the player of the car and played Fetish by Selena.

“This song goes so well with these views, damn Antalya is so beautiful, roads are like butter. The car is pretty fine too. I hope you’re enjoying it? Woah, look at that lake!!”

I was so occupied by Henry’s presence that I almost forgot how beautiful the views were. Beautiful sky, green valleys with sounds of waterfalls and a glimpse of the crystal clear blue water of the beach we were near to.

“It’s so beautiful right? Oh turn right, we’re almost there” I exclaimed.

There was it. The beauty, the seamless waves crashed on the silent beach where there was no one but the two of us. I kind of felt scared, maybe the beach was way too secluded.

“Wow ma’am you really didn’t watch anyone to catch you with me? Eh?” He remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just wanted you to enjoy without the fear of being photographed all the time” I said, while blushing.

He quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, threw it on the spot we were sitting and started striding towards the beach when he looked at me and said with questioning eyes while I was amazed by his hairy chest and broad shoulders,

“What?? Get up come on let’s go for a swim!!!?

What are you waiting for??” He shouted with excitement.

Little did he know that I didn’t know how to swim. I have this fear of deep water. I can only get my feet wet and that’s about it. Since childhood I have never been able to go for a swim whether it’s a pool or sea. I can’t breathe if water level reaches above my knees.

“Henry... I.. I can’t swim, I don’t know how to swim, I’m scared of deep waters” I said in a very low, embarrassed voice.

“Oh.. I’m sorry I didn’t know that. But you can come with me? Enjoy the waves as they touch the shore? Can get your feet wet right??” He said with a worried voice.

He slowly came towards me, held my hand gently as I stood up and then hand in hand we walked towards the waves, he then indulged in the shallow waves while I looked down at the wet sand sucking my feet. It was peaceful.

He looked like a beauty, like a small orca, he was so big yet swam so beautifully. He was all wet and I could feel myself getting wet. I had no control over it. For the first time in my life I had seen a man who controlled my body even when he didn’t touch it.

I was staring at him and feeling the waves at my feet when suddenly a large tide hit my knee and I lost my flow. All I remember after it is being swayed away by the waves while struggling to breathe while Henry shouting my name and running towards me.

“WAKE UP [Y/N]!!!!! WAKE UP PLEASE, OPEN YOUR EYES” I heard Henry shouted while he struggled to slowly pump by chest to make me cough out the water inside my lungs. I was unconscious and I don’t know for how long.

The first thing I saw when I gained back consciousness was Henry’s glistening lips trying to resuscitate me and his worried eyes, while my head lay in his arm. I could die here, I wanted to. What a beautiful death it would be.

“Henry ...? I’m sorry.. I didn’t know what happened a wave came..” I said in a low voice gaining back my consciousness.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I am so sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault, I should never have forced you to come near those tides with me, it’s all my fault, i could’ve lost you.. “ He kept mumbling as I shut him up with a deep kiss.

I wanted to make the first move since so long but just couldn’t, and now? He made me fall in love with him all over again. I slowly moved his lips with mine as his words became inaudible. With one hand I touched his chiseled jaw and my other hand was holding him with my fingers in his curls. I kissed him as if he was water and I was stranded in a desert for days. He knew what was happening. He put his hand on my waist and the other hand slowly moved from my neck to breasts. I had lost all control.

He kissed me back hard. His tongue invaded my mouth as if raging war with mine. He pushed me back on the wet sand, as I held his hair and he held my thighs.

“I’ve wanted this for every second since last night” He whispered in my ears as his hand made its way to my pussy. I leaned back

as his fingers slowly circled around my clit from outside of my panty, his palm touched the wet patch. I moaned as he slid his fingers inside and touched my sore clit and layers.

“Fuck me, Henry” I moaned as he put his two fingers inside my newly popped pussy. It was still tight as he pushed his fingers inside, while his lips slid from my neck to my breasts. He first bit my boobs from outside the dress as it was wet and showed my nipples, then from the other hands undressed me partly and sucked my nipples.

My mind couldn’t comprehend which area gave me more pleasure. His fingers vigorously moving in my pussy or his lips slowly sucking my nipples. He quickly hit my g-spot as I pushed my clit on his palm to cum on his hand.

“Yes baby, come to me, fuck you” Henry whispered as he moved his mouth to my neck and gave me a love bite. I moaned louder as he pushed me on the sand, and quickly unzipped his jeans, and there it was. His big, towering, raw dick. I gasped as I knew it would hurt but it was all going to be worth the pain.

He separated my legs with the weight of his thighs and teased my clit with his tip.

“You took my breath away when I thought I almost lost you, don’t do that again, don’t scare me like that again or I am never going to forgive you!” He roared and looked in my eyes with an intimidating stare as he thrust it inside me. I moaned and held his waist as he dug his teeth in my neck slightly moaning. He kept ramming it inside me and pumped at the right spots. It was as if he knew which buttons to press to make me lose my senses.

The sand covered us both, it was sand, sweat, and smoke of lust. I crossed my legs around his waist as he thrusted deeper inside me. It hurt but I liked him hurting me, the pleasure was more than the pain. I want it as badly as he wanted it to give it to me. He felt so big while I was only half his size. I was about to come, I was on the edge of my self control.

“Don’t you dare cum, you can only cum with me” He roared as he pushed me aside and quickly held me by my waist as he leaned his back on the sand, now me on top of him.

Fuck. I wanted to ride him. Back in the car, back at the restaurant, last night. I wanted to ride it. I sat up and slowly took it in while being half undressed. My boobs were out, wet, and sun’s rays falling on my brown skin and my untied long black hair on the side of my shoulder. He looked at me as if I was a feast. He slowly held my arm with one hand and tightly grabbed my both boobs in one hand as I rid him. I pushed myself on his dick as he fucked me while going in harmony with my movements. It was like a song, a wave, a fire. I bent down and kissed him while riding him, as I felt his dick’s veins getting more prominent inside me. I could feel him pumping inside me as he tightly gripped my hair, and kissed me deeply “Come with me, NOW” he growled.

I let it lose, as he filled me up with his cum and mixed up with my orgasm. I felt as if I was being drugged into unconsciousness. He kissed me and I kissed him back letting my body lose itself on his. We were tangled like a rope, like a knot. And I loved it. I loved every bit of it.

He rubbed my back as I hid my face on his neck. He looked at me, with longing eyes, “I love you” He said with a voice that sent trembles down my spine.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fan art #henry cavill smut

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bluemueana · 3 years

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Stained Glass (chapter 14) (fluff)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Summary: You believed your relationship with Yoongi became toxic at one point. You think he doesn't love you anymore, so, telling him your little secret won't hurt, right ? He wants to tell you something too, but is it too late ?

Genre: angst (for this chapter fluff is included)

Warnings: mentions of parental abuse, mention of depression, mention of lack of self-love, crying, happy ending.

Part : 14/14 (angst version)

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Important note: i did a happy ending version just in case you weren't good with angst. The chapter is almost the same except the ending so if you don't want to read the whole thing again, you can scroll down to the part where Yoongi tells you about his sudden distant behaviour in the past. Also, I did do some research for the specifying of the cancer condition but if I get anything wrong, please ignore it ! I suggest listening to Stained Glass by Madison Beer while reading ! Hope you like it !

"He messed with my mind

Why did I fall in love with him ?

I haven't got much time left

So it's time for a good, goodbye."

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Yoongi ran through the hallways of the hospital with anxious eyes and shaking hands. As soon as he got the room number from the receptionist he hurried to room No. 42 to be by your side. Yes. Your side.

•One hour earlier•

Minji bombarded you with messages while looking around your house only to find you nowhere, she knit her eyebrows in confusion. 'Where were you ?' She put her phone back in her coat pocket and started opening the only three doors in your small flat. "Are you playing hide and seek with me ?" , she asked in a loud and playful voice. When you didn't reply Minji got more confused.

"Y/n ?" Minji raised her voice, just in case you weren't able to hear her.

A gasp escaped Minji's mouth as soon as she saw you.

Right after she had opened the door to your storeroom she saw you lying unconscious on the floor.

Yoongi felt as if all the oxygen had stopped entering his body, because it quite literally had. As soon as he gained his senses back he messaged Minji.

•Present time•

Minji heard the door creak open. She snapped her head in that direction.

Yoongi stood there. His face pale, seeing you on the hospital bed. Minji rushed to his side and cried on his shoulder while Yoongi placed a comforting hand on her back.

Both of them were upset at your situation. Why was this happening ?

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Minji slowly opened the door to your room with a tray. Once she saw you awake she almost dropped the food she was getting for you. She regained her balance before walking over to you and keeping the food tray away.

“Y/n ?”

“Yes unnie ?” You did your best to sound normal but your voice came as a whisper.

Smiling sadly at this, she held your hand and kissed your forehead.

And her eyes got teary as she started apologizing.

"I'm so sorry Y/n that I couldn’t be there for you. And the one time I show up we don't even get to have a movie marathon."

You both let out a soft chuckle while sobbing.

Minji picked up the tray before saying, "Now let's eat, shall we ?"

While she helped you eat you asked Minji about her studies but she dismissed those questions and asked you questions about your health instead.

You always hoped that the moment you would meet your best friend again would be the happiest. You weren’t planning it to be in a hospital.

But what mattered was that she was back. The only person who had been with you the whole time even if she wasn't physically present.

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Minji had left the room after some time because Yoongi soon came in after hearing you had woken up and she wanted you two to have privacy. When the door shut Yoongi slowly walked towards you. He sat down on the bed and held your hand.

"I- I want to tell you something. Something that's been killing me."

"I'm here." you comforted, giving him a sign to continue.

You could see Yoongi was hesitant at first but he also knew that he needed to get it out.

"I had tried my best to not fall in love with you since the first time i ever saw you because I wasnt allowed. But silly me just had to fall head over heels for you. You are just so perfect. I had my whole future planned out with you, I wanted only and only you. I would give you anyhing you wanted and I for once wanted to become someone in my life and it was all for you."

Tears could be seen in his eyes and his delicate fingers were now rubbing circles on the back of your hand as if he was handling something very fragile.

"But all my dreams started crashing like a glass because of my father. I was so lost in you that I had forgotten that I was already forced into an engagement with a girl whose family would provide riches to my father. I tried my best to hide you from him and everyone who could hurt you. I had money, I was working and I was getting ready to take you with me somewhere far for he would never let me marry you. But once again i was thrown down from the sky. My father found out about you and I was forced to cut ties with you. Now i knew i wouldnt be able to do that and my devastation started hurting you: after realizing I immediately tried to get you out of my stupid life. It was necessary Y/n. I loved you too much to let you go but I had to or I would loose you."

He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Y/n that d-day I didnt cheat. I was beaten up by my dad and I decided to drink to drown the sadness. In this state, my fiancee tried to make a move on me. You didn't see the whole thing. But once again I couldnt tell you everything."

"I had to pretend-" his voice broke.

"I had to pretend that I did it and use it as a way to get you away, and believe me Y/n it broke me so damn much."

You rubbed his back gently trying to control your sobs while Yoongi tried to even out his breathing.

"Did you notice Y/n that even after my sudden change i used to try to be normal again ?" He asked looking at you.

"I tried to take you away from home for a while but whenever i got close to my dream my father pulled me to reality."

You nodded remembering how whenever you saw a glimpse of the old Yoongi, he’d receive a phone call and would leave you there without a word.

"Y/n he told me he'd hurt you, I'm so sorry but I was too weak to face him. And what you had to face Y/n, It hurts me. Even the simple thought of it. I shouldn’t even be allowed to ask for your forgiveness. When you said you had cancer, I broke down right there. I hated myself, I hated that I wasnt there when you found out, tha- that i wasnt there to comfort you. And that I was pushing you away when you were trying to tell me. But I couldn't hate myself when I tried to save you from my life. After you stopped visiting me I broke the relationship with my father, I did regret not being able to do it before but only after all the damage was I able to trick him in a contract. Even after all the crying, breaking relationships and running i still couldn't let you come near me again and risk you getting hurt again."

"I am a terrible person who will just hurt you..."

Yoongis' voice, strained fron tears slowly faded away at the last sentence because of the emotional atmosphere. Now yoongi was shaking and crying on your shoulder while you whispered comforting words to him. The room was filled with his muffled sobs and your breaking voice softly soothing him.

When he finally looked at you and locked eyes he spoke the words you had wanted to hear from all these years.

"I love you, very much. And I dont want to loose you. You're my heartbeat, without you...without you I'm nothing."

Yoongi saw you smiling before you spoke what he was dying to hear.

"I love you yoongi and I always will."

That was the last thing he heard from you because Minji had come back.

“The nurse needs to check her. Yoongi....can you step out with me for a moment ?” Some strands of Minji's hair were stuck to her face because of her tears.

Yoongi knew something was wrong so he followed Minji outside right away.

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"Minji, what's wrong ?"

"Yoongi it broke me when I found out so please just be ready for for what I'm about to tell you."

Minji hesitated for a second before continuing.

"Yoongi, Y/N never told me about her condition. No matter how much I tried she would just wave away the topic. Hell, she never even told me which cancer she had. Of course, her cancer is not curable just like any other but breast cancer at stage 0 can make a person live for at least 5 years. She never payed attention to that, she didn't even try to reach out to us for help. With you and me gone she-"

Minji lifted her head to look at the ceiling while closing her eyes but it didn't help her with holding in her tears.

She slowly continued, "She was so lonely that she didn't want to live. Sh-she wanted to give up hope."

Yoongi then took Minji in his embrace and let her sob on his shoulder because he knew how broken his best friend was.

Once Minji pulled away, Yoongi started rambling, "Alright then, I- I'll just go to the bank. I just need some time but I'll get something sorted-"

Minji grabbed Yoongi's hand to stop him. "No Yoongi. You're not going to be paying for anything. The both of you have always hid your troubles from me, suffering alone. I will not let that happen ever again. I want you, Yoongi to stay by her side while I sort everything out."

Saying this Minji walked away to make a call to her family doctor.

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You had accepted that giving up without trying to live was easier but you didn't know you had enough time to stop the timer from reaching it's end.

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Now holding hands with both Yoongi and Minji, staring at the beautiful scenery of the mountains that layed before the three of you, you laughed loudly.

Although your cancer was not curable, Minji was able to help you get treatment which would help you live. It was rare, no very rare for a cancer patient to live a very long life but it didn't matter if you had only seven or more years left, you wanted to spend them with Minji and Yoongi. Your Minji and Yoongi.

"THIS IS SO MUCH FUN !", Minji shouted.

"It makes it better that I'm here with the two of you.", Yoongi added.

You looked sideways at the pair. It was such a beautiful moment.

"Hey remember the thing we used to do in highschool ?", Yoongi asked to you both.

"Are you talking about when we randomly shouted together ?", Minji asked, voice bubbling with excitement.

You decided to come in. "At three, ok ?"

"3, 2, 1 !!!!!"

Loud cheers erupted from the roadside.

After screaming on the top of your lungs the three of you started laughing happily.

Such moments deserved to be treasured for ever.

The three of you together.

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•Your life can change in an instant. That instant can last forever.~•

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Taglist- @sadhwstudent @betysotelo18

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I think I like this as much as the angst one. I'm done with the series I've gotten so attached to 🥺

I've thoroughly enjoyed writing Stained Glass and I hoped you enjoyed reading it just as much.

Lay~

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hazelolive · 4 years

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So I comissioned @anjchan8 to draw my ocs and I orginally was going to make it into like a devilgram with a short cute fluffy story added to it but! I thought of a way to include it to Kera and Damien’s main story. I absolutely love how it came out and feel it displays exactly how Both Kera And Damien feel at the end of this part of there story. (plus there so pretty like looooooook at em ^_^)

It had been 2 days since Kera had seen Damien and she was growing worried. Sure she was shocked to find out that he wasnt human like her but after that talk she had with mammon she had started to calm down about it. She was still a tiny bit annoyed that he didnt tell her because younger her probably wouldve found it awesome, but slightly more understanding now that there probably was a reason behind him keeping it secret.

She however was worried about her friend. She hadnt seen him in 2 days and any time she asked lucifer were he was hed say something stupid like. That doesnt matter, or kera im busy, please leave my study. Mammon didnt know where he was either. Which made sense because he left to follow her and She hadnt been able to get ahold of Diavolo.

So she was here worrying about the state of her friend and how it must of looked with her just walking out upset and almost crying after he acidently revealed his big secret to her. She had checked the addict twice and even cast a detect magic spell shed learned from Simon just to make sure lulu didnt pull any of his old tricks that he did with Belphy.

But she couldnt find him. She had searched the house of lamentation top to bottom while bothering Luci on mutiple ocassions. But he just wasnt here. She had been pacing the floor for 2 hours now and she was tired of waiting. She grabbed her ddd and decided she was going to storm diavolos castle if she must.

It was a little weird heading to the castle without any of the brothers with her to act as a guide. But luckily she didnt run into any trouble. She entered through the grand doors. She had gotten this but there was a sense of now what? This was a big castle with many rooms probably some of them hidden or off limits she she shouldnt just go exploring.

She decided that she might as well look for diavolo she was about to start her search when she ran into someone. She looked up after letting out a audible umph and saw she had ran straight into barbattos.

"You should be more careful Kera. Wouldnt want you to hurt yourself now would you?"

"Barb! Im sorry about that. I didnt mean to run face first into your chest."

"Its fine im just glad you didnt run into anything less forgiving, like a stone pillar for instance." He said knocking on the one behind him.

She gave off a little nervous laugh. Well this was embarrassing.

"What do we owe the pleasure of this unexspected visit?"

"I need to speak to diavolo. Theres someone im trying to find."

"Aw do you mean your little friend?"

She looked up surprised for a second.

"How did you- wait I shouldnt ask of course you would know."

He just gave off a little amused laugh.

"Right this way."

Kera tentively followed barbatoss, down a few hallways, and a long corridor till he opened the door to a room and on the other side damien sat. horns still on display but he seemed to be in a fresh pair of clothes.

She was relieved to see him and he didnt seem any worse for wear

"Damien! Your alright! Thank goodness." Kera said throwing her arms around him.

"You say that as if you exspected us to harm him." Barbattos said with a small laugh.

"Well not you but I know luci was in the room when I left and I know how he can get. Plus he refused to tell me anything concerning him after the fact. "

"Well I can asure you lucifer or luci as you like to call him was only able to give him a good tongue thrashing. Diavolo made sure of that."

"Can you give him my thanks."

"It would be my pleasure but im sure he'd love to hear from you."

"Alright and Lucifer probably wont admit it himself but he may have been annoyed because of all the paperwork he had to help fill out concerning Damiens sudden Arrival."

"Oh! Is that why he wasnt around for 2 days?"

"Yes, we had to ask him all sorts of questions, like who was he, where did he live before, how did he get here, Where he will be living now, etc. But we finished up all the paperwork this morning and gave him his own ddd so he should be free to go."

"Thank you so much Barbattos. Im sorry you guys had to go through so much trouble."

"It was no trouble at all but im sure you two have plenty to catch up on so ill excuse myself for now." He said giving a slight bow and leaving the room.

As soon as she left she found herself drifting back over towards damien.

"So I see you got yourself a nice new pair of clothes."

He didnt say anything just kept her back to her.

"Damien?"

No response.

She began to worry. Was he mad at her?

She put her hand on his shoulder and he turned further away almost violently.

She was confused but then she heard the tiniest of sniffles. Oh no. She leaned over him to see he was crying.

"Damien! Whats wrong!" She started to panic. He looked fine before but now he was crying and she wasmt sure why.

"Dont Look at me! I cant get them to go away when im like this."

"What are you talking about? Are you talking about your horns-"

"I cant pretend to be human. To be like you when im like this."

"Hey, hey, hey you dont have to pretend to be anything!" She said running around so he could she her.

She looked up and saw him open his tear stained eyes.

"But you said. Your were so upset when you found out what I was. And I was so worried and tired after searching that I didnt have the energy to hide it."

"Hey Listen here." She said as she gently grabbed his face and wiped away some of the tears that had just fallen from his eyes. "I dont care if your a demon. You could be a demon, a human, and angel it doesnt matter to me."

"But you said-"

"Im not done. You could be any of those and it wouldnt change my opinion of you. I was upset and shocked because you never told me and it felt like you didnt trust me or care enough about me to let you in on a big factor of your life."

"It has nothing to do with that! Of course I trust and care about you. I was afraid you hate me that you'd call me a monster and never want to see me again."

"I could never serriously hate you! I love you to much to ever hate you!"

Kera visibly stiffened. What had she just said!?

"You love me?" He said as his last few tears fell.

"No......."

"You love me." He started to smile. "You actually love me."

"Shut up I dont."

"You said it you cant take it back now."

"I said I loved you not that I was in love with you."

"You love me."

"How many times are you going to say that." She started to pout she was embarrassed enough as it was. She didnt mean to say it in the first place it just sort of slipped out. She was glad he stopped crying and was happy now but now she just kind of wanted to hide.

It was her turn to hide her face as he tried to peek around at her blush. He tried seeing her face but every time shed turn some so he was only able to catch glimpses. Well if she was going to be like that.

Without a second thought he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. He was just really happy now. He was basically over the moon. He could feel the wicked grin start to spread across his face and was glad that Kera was over his shoulder because she probably would've smacked him for it.

"What do you think your doing!"

"Gee I wonder."

"Put me down!"

"I don't think I will not for a while anyway."

"Do you even know where your going!?"

"Nope."

@butter-beel @anjchan8

#obey me #obey me kera #obey me damien #obey me my oc's #kera #damien #barbatoss #diavolo #lucifer #luci #written piece #commision #will edit later for typos/what i did before tumblr eat my first edit #long post

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charmspoint · 3 years

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As I read Blue Period I think a lot about my own writing. How i feel about it, what works, what doesnt, what am i trying to say. Why do i always, inventibly, seem to be coming back to grief.

Alzheimer and Parkinsons

That's the combination my grandpa got before I even entered highschool. Two of what seemed to be the worst possibilities.

I live in the periphery of the city my high school was in, so Id spend a lot of time at my grandmas.

Year one.

My grandpa couldnt talk and his movments were limited. But he could still smile, he could react to the world around him. He could still do somethings. He could feed himself. When i told him about my day i felt like he could still hear me.

Year four.

There was now a special bed and a nurse that helped by grandma in the morning. My grandpa was no longer there, not like he used to be. He couldnt move, couldnt eat on his own, couldnt emote. When i talked to him it no longer felt like talking to him. He was gone yet he was there, he was living and yet he was dead. He was and wasnt my grandpa.

I felt like i let go off him during those four years but i still cried when he died. I think it was my second year of college, i was coming back home. He had died a bit prior to that bit nobody wanted to tell me not to make me upset upon my return. I sat in the car and my dad struggled for words.

I held my grandma at the funeral.

I've known and know a lot of depressed people. It would be almost funny if it wasnt so sad, with how many people i sat with and listend to them say they hate their life, they want to die. Its a horrible, helpless feeling. We are continents apart and i cannot hold you when you need me the most. I said so, so, so many words, every word i knew and more. But human hands cannot leave a scratch of the monolith of sorrow. I felt myself stumble over and over again, dragged in by that darkness. People had told me, you can't pour from an empty jug, take care of yourself before you take care of others. Im still learning how to listen. I was on the bus when my friend sent me a text that they were in the process of killing themselves. I was on a bus and i wouldnt be able to stop for 2 hours more. They sounded to serene, at peace, as i begged them to call a hospital. They stopped answering. Continents apart and so so useless. Helpless. So many words yet my hands always empty. I did everything i could, contacted everyone i could but in the end all i could do was sit on the bus and cry. I was convinced they were dead. It wasnt their first time trying. They would survive and try again and text me again and then slowly, fragiley, start to get better, but they didnt text me for a whole day if not more back then, i would have found out they survived from a person ive never even talked to before that night. But i didnt know that then. I sat in the bus and then in the car and i thought they were dead. And the world didnt feel real and i didnt feel real.

There's nothing i fear more than losing my brother. We often joke we are the same person, two parts of a whole. If i lose him, i lose a part of my soul. I dont think id recover i dont think id be able to stay the same. Those months were horrible. Those months where every missed phone call started up the panicked thoughts of 'he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, the next thing ill see will be his corpse'. Wandering off without a word and moms frantic calls, begging me to call him because he wouldnt answer to them but he would to me. Calling again, again, again. Sick with grief with every missed call, sick with relief when he eventually would pick up. I remember sitting in a classroom one day and having such a strong feeling that he died that i couldnt think straight until i finally got him on the phone. How are we only cities and then rooms apart and yet i still cant reach you. How do i keep missing the signs, how do i keep failing you when your the last person i want to fail?

There are no words and every action feels wrong. You feel helpless and horrible and you're drowning, you're constantly drowning. Even now as the sun shines i get the terrors, fears of loss i wouldnt be able to stop. People i cherish the most slipping through my fingers like sand.

I write a lot about grief.

I think its because it would eat me away if i didnt.

#personal #vent #tw: ilness death n suicide attempts #its almost 4 am

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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do you have a curtis fic with the tenderly wiping the blood off? because if not can i request one? but if you don’t have could i have it with chris or ari? or curtis is fine but you know my love for ari haha sorry i’m just rambling now😂💕

Trust Me

A/N- I really liked how this one came out, so it gets a title. No real warnings. Thanks for sending this in babes! I did Ari cause well, I havent yet written for him and I know you love him. Thank You @official-and-unstable-satan for reading over what I had last night and giving it a thumbs up. Love you babes.

Red Sea Diving Resort, 70 kilometers from Port Sudan

You paced by the radio, it was silent. So silent, you just wished it would cackle and Sammy would come over in that garbled sound all radios make, letting them know they were successful, on there way back to the resort. But nothing. Occasionally Ethans voice would break through, making you jump in anticipation each time. He would ask for an answer, but there was nothing. Rachael hugged herself as she waited, nearby, ready to answer when needed.

“They will be okay Y/N, its not like Ari hasnt had them go radio silence before.”

You knew your friend was trying to assure you, but it was hard when your heart was wedged in your throat, waiting to bottom out. Here you and Sammy were similar, sometimes you thought the worst although you hoped for the best. How many times had Ari, cupped your face and made you look at him.

“Trust me Y/N” he would say.

Okay Ari, Im trusting you...

Then there was the cackle, and Sammys voice broke through. “On our way back, successful.” Both you and Rachael took relieved sighs and she answered right away. “Loud and Clear guys, see you soon.” You rubbed your face in relief and she came over to give you a squeeze around the shoulders. “Told you, its all gonna be good.”

Ari drove the truck with its ruined shocks, bouncing all over the road. It had been touch and go, but they managed to get the latest round of refugees out to safety in record time, and at the rate they were going, in just another week, they could be making this trip again.

“Can you slow it down?” Sammy asked, bouncing in his own seat, holding onto the ‘oh shit’ handle on the side. “Were not carrying refuges anymore if they stop us.”

Ari eased up. Barely, he was ready to get back to the resort, take some pain killers, crash for a couple good hours before going back to making more plans, and playing host to there current round of resort guests.

“I also wish you would let me look at where you cracked your head. Seriously Ari, only you man.”

Reaching up, he winced where his head clipped off the side of the trucks frame helping people climb out the back. It was a rushed moment, since Jake warned them that he saw headlights off in the distance, and they still had a truck full of people to get on the rafts. It wasnt his finest moment, but they got the job done and were able to hide the trucks off the beach. Once the armed men, no doubt some of Ahmed’s men, passed on by, they split out of there. Driving by moonlight till the beach was far off in the rear view. They got lucky, again.

Ari always seemed to get lucky, Sammy would sarcastically comment at times.

“Dont worry Sammy, Im fine. I will have Y/N take a look at it before we go to sleep.” Ari remarked, and his friend rolled his eyes and sighed in discouragement with his stubbornness. Ari continued on excitedly though. “It went pretty good I thought, considering they were patrolling. Everyone out, no one got injured. If we plan it right, we can go out next week, as long as Kabede can get them out of camp.”

Sammy wrinkled his brow, worry etching over his face. “You dont think thats pushing it a bit close? Ahmed is already suspicious as it is”

Ari smirked and looked over at Sam “Trust Me.”

Hours later the two trucks pulled up alongside of the resort, you and Rachael waiting just outside the main entrance to greet them back, also to find out about why radio silence. Your hands wrung together and you blew out some hot air in a huff that fluffed your bangs. Rachael chuckled softly at your nerves and leaned in close to whisper to you. “See, its all good.” You smiled at her, an apology for your nerves, and went to greet the men.

Jake and Max came around, from one of the trucks with big grins on there faces.

“Like a charm Doll” Max said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. His good mood was infectious and you relaxed in his hold, your arm slinging around his waist with affection.

“So the radio silence was just for...?” You asked and from behind you, you heard Ari came up on your other side, carrying some of Sammys equipment, startling you. As big as Ari was, he was quiet. A skill he had picked up over the years of military training.

“There were patrols out, not far from us. We went entirely dark for a time while unloading, and had to hide the trucks.” You reached to take some of what he was carrying and caught sight of his face, near his temple was a line of dried blood, leading up to a nasty looking scrapped bruise.

Rachael caught sight of it to, wincing as she reached out to take the stuff from Ari. “Here, let me take that, and you should have Sam take a look at that.” Max collected what you had to, offering to help. Ari started to protest the two of them, when you gave him a gentle push to get him headed into the hotel.

“Shes right, come on.” you insisted, and he didnt fight you. Cutting through the lobby, the two of you skirted around the counter that was the check in, and headed into the employees only section. In the back rooms, Ari leaned lightly against the table watching you as you searched out the first aide kit. “Tomorrow Im going to go into the refuge camp, see if Kabede is ready to bring the next group out, I know its soon, but if they can have to rescue boat back here by beginning of next week, we could start doing this alot faster.”

Ari continued on with what he was hoping for, and tidbits from tonight, while you sought through the bottom cupboard, and finally found the bright red cross case that was your first aide kit. Bringing it over to the table, and flipping it open, your ‘Mmhm’ sounding once in a while to show you were still listening, he reached over to grasp your wrist. “Y/N, whats wrong sweetheart?”

You glance at him while prepping a cloth to wipe away the blood and around the wound. “Ari... It sounds like it was a close call. If you all get caught, lets be real about this. They wont just throw you in some jail cell if your caught with truckloads of refugees.” You didnt mention the last part, the very first day you all arrived, there was an execution style killing going on right outside the window as he was negotiating just to get this place. That was a year and a half ago.

“What are you saying Y/N? You want us to stop? Were saving so many lives.”

Guilt crossed your face as you heard him, it was true. So far you all have managed to smuggle out hundreds of people, slowly emptying the refugee camps. But even in that there wasnt a end in sight. They would just keep coming, desperate and barely hanging onto the promise of freedom and safety.

“I know... I know... “ You say softly while he pulled out a chair and sat down on it so you could clean him up, thighs spreading so you could stand in close where you need to be, and tip his face slightly. “Just hearing how close they were tonight, you going radio silence. It scared me Ari. There is nothing we could do to save you guys.”

His hands moved to the back of your thighs, rubbing your tensed muscles through your pants and grasped lightly under the cheeks while you gently wiped at his cheek, the dried blood flaking off and making your way up the trail. “We have to be smart about this Ari, know when weve played our hand as much as we can without getting ourselves caught.”

Quiet for a time while you dabbed at his face softly, he finally spoke up. “Trust me Y/N, I know it. No one was more worried then I was that we were gonna be found. I drove like a fucking bat outta hell to put distance between us. I cant stop though, not right now... I wont. This works, what were doing works.”

And this was always how it was with Ari, forever will he put everyone else before himself. You knew this the day you agreed to join them on this mission, and to ask him to change? You knew he wouldnt give this up. Not for Sam, not for you, not for the family he left behind ages ago. It was a bitter pill to swallow at times, but at the same time, isnt that why you cared for him more then you should have, His selflessness?

So you set it aside for now, your fingers gentle as the trace over his bearded jawline to tilt his face further, and now careful clean up the actual cut. Its not as bad as it looked, and you change the subject. “How did this happen anyways?”

“Smashed it upside the back end helping people down. I was pulling myself up and clipped it.” Ari rolled his eyes at himself and you chuckled softly hearing it, brushing your fingers through his hair out of his eyes.

“Well fuck Ari, I apparently cant even leave you in the capable hands of Sammy to keep you out of trouble.” You tossed the cloth in the nearby sink now that he was cleaned up, and dabbed just a light amount of ointment on it to keep it clean. When you finished by rubbing your hands together quickly to clear away the rest of the ointment, he tightened his grip on your thighs and pulled one leg up, then the other to straddle him, wrapping one arm around your waist so you could brace back lightly against his arm.

“Not like you could keep me out of it either, dont worry Honey, we got this. We will stop when it gets to be to dangerous.” Your fingers brushed through his hair once more, giving it the lightest teasing tug before wrapping your arms around his neck, and giving him an doubtful smile. You knew it was a lie, he wouldnt. But right now this was another problem, another day, another worry for another time.

Wrapping his free hand around the back of your neck and dragging you forward, his lips connecting with yours and the wild taste of sea salt, hints of nicotine, and something just him drew out a soft moan from you, a tip of the head and he was able to draw you in deeper till you were leaning in against his chest, and with a light bite, he drew away, his long fingers lightly pressing in against the back of your neck.

“Ive got you, trust me.”

You didnt want to, but deep down, you always did.

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rosa-berberifolia · 4 years

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New Edition|Stranger Things x Reader|Jim Hopper x Reader|Part 3

A/N: part 3 to the ST fic. As Beyonce said, I’m feelin’ myself. And I like where this is heading in my head so there is probably going to be another part or two.

Warnings: a peak at some sexy times, moderately NSFW towards the end.

Word Count: 1770 +/- 100

Y/n sat with El in the cabin watching TV. She needed something from the closet and so Y/n got up from the couch and walked to the bedroom. She came to the mirror and stopped herself before grabbing what she came for. Something had caught her eye: her own reflection.

An odd, terrible feeling, that Y/n had decided in that moment she did not care for, settled in her stomach. A churning ache. Disappointment, jealousy, and surprise. All of this time, being fed images from the TV about what women were supposed to look like, Y/n just figured that if THAT was how women were supposed to be, then that must be how she looked. But she didn’t. What she saw in the mirror was different. It didnt look like the women on TV.

She was shorter than those women. The TV women had more voluminous hair, but hers fell flat near her head. The TV women had soft, almost porcelin skin. Y/n was crinkled and scarred from so much time living a hard life in the Dark Place. And the TV women had defined, narrow waists, and curvy hips and chests. A definite hourglass figure. But Y/n had no defining difference between her chest, waist and hips. And when she turned to the side, her stomach stuck out. The TV women definitely didnt have that.

‘Why dont i look like them?’ Y/n wondered, feeling almost betrayed by her own body. Her heart was hurting so much, it had fallen deeper into her chest and it ached brutally. If the TV women was what women were supposed to look like, then that must be what men like to have. And if she didnt look like those women then she must be unattractive to men. And if Hopper is a man, then he would not be attracted to Y/n. This train of thoughts chugged on and on. Spiraling around and around in her head. But it was that last thought that thoroughly broke her.

Y/n stood silently in the room, motionless other that a slight shake that took over her body. She watched herself in the mirror, angry at herself for being different. Jealous of the women on TV who could get any man they wanted because they looked the right way. And sad that Jim would never want her. All this time, since her initial vision of her and Jim, she had grown to love him. She thought that Jim would grow to love her back, but now she saw that that wasnt possible because she didnt look like the TV women.

Tears fell from her eyes which were still glaring at herself in the mirror. Just so dissappointed in herself. And confused. Why would she see that vision of her and Jim waving together if Jim would never want her? Her vision never lied to her.So why was she seeing this?

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Over the net few days, the animosity that Y/n felt towards herself spilled out into her interactions with El and Jim. Specifically Jim. And it didn’t go unnoticed. Jim tried being extra kind to Y/n to see if that would pull her out of her funk. But the kindness just made Y/n’s heart ache for Jim even more, and that yearning turned to jealousy. It only made things worse. Jim was at a loss. He didn’t know what he had done to make her so severe towards him, nor did he know what to do about it. But he’d give anything to see her smile again. He loved her smile.

One day El had taken the TV into her bedroom to try to see Mike, no doubt. Jim used this opportunity to find out what was going. He came up to Y/n who was sewing something quietly on the couch. He put a strong grip around her arm and pulled her across the room to the other bedroom. He closed the door gently and went to sit on the bed, pulling Y/n to stand between his legs, their eyes almost level.

“Alright. You’re gonna tell me whats going on.” Jim ordered, his voice stern and his face strict.

Y/n’s gaze softened for a moment, seeing the concern on Jim’s features, thinking for a moment that he might care about her the way she cared about him. But then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror in the bedroom again and her mood went back to what it had been before.Tears threatened to spill over her lashes. How would she explain this to him? Could she even? She was torn.

“Is it something about a vision?” Jim’s voice softened and his face followed suit. He tried to look you in the eyes.

‘Friends don’t lie.’ Y/n remembered. She looked down sadly, and nodded as her jaw gave a tense twitch.

“Okay..what was it about?” Jim pressed on. Y/n looked up into Jim’s eyes and found him looking at her concern and fondness. She couldn’t take it. She shut her eyes tightly to get the image out of her head. “Was it me?” Jim continued. Y/n pressed her lips together, afraid that a sob might escape them. Slowly, she nodded again. Twitch.

“Okay, good. We’re getting somewhere. Was there anyone else there?” Jim asked again, his hands starting to gently rub up and down Y/n’s arms. The action made Y/n open her eyes and look at Jim curiously. His eyes bore into her, looking for answers. Y/n frowned and sighed in defeat, and then nodded again.Twitch.

“Were you there?” Jim asked. She didn’t fight it anymore, she just looked down and nodded. Then Jim’s hand came up to cup her cheek and get her to look at him. He bent his head down a bit so that he could catch her gaze. “What were we doing?” he said in almost a whisper.

Y/n quickly shook her head. She knew she wouldnt be able to get any words out without crying. The way he was touching her, and the tone of his voice, it made Y/n hurt, thinking that he was just doing it out of pity. Reminding herself that Jim could never want her. Jim’s other hand came to cup her other cheek, pulling her closer to him.

His lips pressed together for a moment, as though he was thinking. Then he took a deep breath before talking. “Does it have something to do with why you were asking El about kissing?” He looked into Y/n’s sad eyes trying to find the truth.

Y/n gulped. Her breath hitched in her throat.Her lips parted after a moment to take a desperate breath. She looked longingly into Jim’s eyes, which seemed to mirror hers. Y/n nodded, almost unnoticeably. But Jim caught it. And he breathed out in relief. Then slowly, he eased Y/n’s face to his and he gently put his lips onto hers.

A quiet sob bubbled out of Y/n’s lips and tears fell down her cheeks. She thought he was only doing this out of some kind of obligation. “It’s okay Jim,” She started as she pulled away. “You dont have to.” She looked sadly at the ground. Twitch.

Jim’s arm came around Y/n’s waist and pulled her tightly to him. “What are you talking about?” He made her look back up at him. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you for the longest time.” He admitted.

An anger of sorts rose up from her chest. “Friends don’t lie!” Y/n almost yelled. She tried to squirm away from him, but Jim’s grip was too tight. Twitch, twitch twitch.

“No...they dont. And I would never lie to you.” Jim said matter of factly. Y/n searched his eyes for signs of deceit. But she didnt find anything except devotion and adoration. She huffed in frustration. How could he possibly want to kiss her? She was too different. But the way Jim was looking at her told her that he felt the the same about her that she felt for him. And so, giving into her feelings and Jim’s soft touches, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his once more.

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Later, Y/n and Jim found themselves in nothing but their underwear. Y/n laid on the bed with Jim halfway on top of her, one arm around the underside of her neck, his other hand gently caressed her hair as they shared their deep kisses.

Jim pulled away and looked at Y/n with concern. “If at any point you want to stop, that’s okay. Just tell me.”

Y/n smiled at him. No one had ever given her the option of a decision like that. At The Metal Place, they always told her what to do, or she was punished. Having someone care enough about her enough to give her a choice made her heart burst with joy. “I’m okay.” She whispered. Jim nodded and bent back down to resume their kisses.

With Jim’s gentle touch and encouraging words, soon the two found themselves bare and moving together, waving. And Y/n’s vision came true.

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Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for her t-shirt as Jim laid under the covers of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Jim asked as he watched her, not wanting Y/n to leave.

Y/n looked back at him with confusion. “To bed?” Was she doing something wrong? She didn’t know how things were to proceed after such acts.

“You can sleep here, if you want.”Jim explained. “You don’t have to go back to the cupboard.”

“Share the bed?” Y/n asked. Jim nodded. Y/n looked around nervously. “No protection.” She muttered just clear and loud enough for Jim to hear.

Jim chuckled at Y/n’s comment. He slid to the edge where Y/n was sitting and he wrapped an arm around her waist, starting to pull her back to bed. “I’ll protect you.” He said into her neck before he laid a kiss there. Y/n smiled and hummed at the kiss. And feeling Jim’s strong arms and his warm lips on her, she wanted nothing more than to spend as much time as she could with him. So she nodded, and Jim quickly pulled her back under the covers.

“I’ll protect you.” Jim repeated as he laid on his back and motioned for Y/n to rest her head on his chest. She did, but not before leaving a loving kiss to it. Jim wrapped his arm around her to pull her close to him. His other hand found hers and held it tightly. Y/n let herself relax in Jim’s hold, and soon, they both fell asleep.

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chloasiajones · 4 years

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Special Edition Series Finale Two-Parter Part 21

This is the end of my Harry Potter smau. I hope you guys enjoyed this story and will stick around for the next one. Thanks for reading❤

Adelina's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I held this letter from mother in my hand. I've always been close to Albus, and I've always looked at him as my father. But I could've never imagined him being my actual father.

"Hey Lina, we're almost finished, what do you say we all go out for pizza together, before me and Jami officially leave," Y/n suggested to me.

I barely paid attention as I intently stared.

"Adelina, are you okay?" Y/n asked as she started to walk over to me.

"I can't believe this," I spoke out not taking my eyes off the letter.

"Can't believe what?" She asked beyond confused.

She stood next to me looking at the letter.

"Its a letter for me from mom - She told me who my real father is," I responded still in disbelief.

Y/n didnt say anything as she looked at Jami. I dont think she knew what to say. I took in a soft breath as I stared at Albus's name on the page.

"What does the letter say sis?" Y/n asked me curiously concerned.

I couldn't read it out loud, do to being so shocked still.

"Here,-" I handed her the letter, "You can read it out loud if you'd like," I told her.

She nodded to me. As she began I could feel more tears coming to my eyes. I crossed my arms over my stomach, gently biting on my thumbnail. Jami walked closer to me.

"Oh Adelina," Y/n spoke softly as she gave the letter back to me.

"Um, why don't you guys go ahead and go out to get pizza, I've got something, important I need to take care of," I told them.

Y/n was quiet for a minute. She rested her hand on my shoulder.

"Okay, we'll see you later, - Come on guys," Y/n spoke softly as she walked over to Neville.

I stayed quiet as Jami followed. I will do what my mother asked of me.

. . .

I knocked on Albus's office door.

"Come in,"

I gently opened the door, closing it as I walked in.

"Ah, Adelina, its nice to see your out and about after what happened, -"

A soft smile passed me.

"How are you feeling?" Albus asked me in a caring soft tone.

"Im feeling better, - Albus there's something I need to speak with you about," I told him nervously.

"Of course dear, what is it?"

"How much do you remember of my mother?"

He was quiet for a minute. A soft smile passed him as he thought.

"Yes, I remember your mother, Iris, she was a wonderful student. We helped each other a lot, -"

"Were you friends?"

"Oh yes, we were great friends,"

"Did you love her?"

He went silent for a moment as he looked at me. I could tell he wanted to hesitate, but he didnt want to hide anything from me.

"Adelina, why are you asking me these questions?"

"I found this, -"

I pulled out the letter from my mother, unfolding it.

"Its a letter from my mom written to me. Its hard to explain, here,"

I gave him the letter. He took it without saying a word, reading it to himself. I could tell he was surprised as he read it. I dont think he knew what to say.

"Yes, my dear, I loved your mother very dearly, but she fell in love with another man. I didnt want to let on to her how much it pained me to see her love another. All I wanted was what was best for her. And I had to come to terms with myself that wasnt me. I had to move on. I never found another love. After your mother I couldnt bring myself to try, -"

"Im sorry,"

"I understand her reason for not telling me she was pregnant. But I wish now that she had. I could have taken you and your daughter and your sisters in after your mother died. I always hoped I could have a part of her after she died, but I never had it. Though I always felt a stronger connection when I stood next to you, I know now that is because your my daughter, -"

Without thinking I quickly wrapped my arms around him holding him close to me. He wrapped his around me softly, giving me a soft gentle kiss to the top of my head.

"Im sorry I wasnt there for you Adelina,"

"It isnt your fault, you didnt know,"

"I have always looked at you as my own, but to find out that your my daughter makes it better,"

"I love you - Dad,"

"I love you too sweetheart,"

I leaned away from him with a smile. I motioned to the seats as I wiped the tears from my eyes. We sat down together discussing my mother. He made us a couple cups of tea with magic as we talked. I've always felt a strong connection with him. I always thought it was because of how caring he was. Now I know the real reason.

. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I sighed as I stood next to Adelina in her home.

"Well, Boo, this is it, are you ready?" Adelina asked me with a teasing smile glancing at Neville and back at me.

I nodded, "Yes, - Im ready for this," I told her.

Her smile grew as she hugged me.

"Im so proud of you hon, - Never forget that,"

I smiled, "I won't,"

She leaned back looking directly at Neville.

"You better be good to her Neville,"

"Don't worry Adelina, I'll never let anything happen to her again," Neville promised.

"You better not," Adelina warned.

A nervous smile passed him. Luna walked over to me wrapping me in a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you Y/n," she said to me.

"I'll miss you too, but dont worry I'll still be around, and I'll keep your mom at bay with Zacharias," I told Luna.

"Good luck with that," Adelina said to me.

A chuckle left me and Luna. I walked over to Jami, who was standing next to Colby. We just stared at each other for a moment.

"Im gonna miss you so much!" We exclaimed as we threw our arms around each other.

We held each other as tightly as we could.

"You guys are literally going to be right across the hall from the other, you'll be able to see each other whenever you want," Colby practically complained.

"We're twins you wouldnt understand. We've never been apart, pretty much in our entire lives. This will be the first time we aren't sharing a room together or greeting each other in the morning, or seeing each other right before we go to bed," Jami told him.

"But its not like you're going to be moving across town away from one another. You'll literally be right across the hall," Colby told her.

Jami said nothing for a moment as she looked at him.

"Shut up," she spoke as she pushed him away.

I chuckled as I looked at Neville.

"Do you have anything to say Neville?" I asked him.

"No, sweetheart, Im good," Neville spoke up.

I chuckled once more as Jami and I hugged each other once again.

"I dont wanna leave you," Jami said to me.

"I dont wanna leave you either," I told her.

"Oh my gosh, you guys are pathetic, -"

Adelina walked over to us.

"Colby's right, you guys will be living across the hall from each other. There's no need to act dramatic," Adelina said to us.

Jami and I leaned away from each other. We both looked at her.

"Whats your excuse?" Jami asked her.

I snickered.

"I am dramatic, thats who I am," she told her.

Jami just smiled as she hugged her. Neville walked closer to me. He gently placed his hand on my back.

"Are you ready to go beautiful?" Neville asked me softly.

I smiled as I looked at him.

"Yeah, Im ready," I replied.

. . .

I smiled as I walked into Neville's apartment knowing I was moving in. Neville helped me carry my suitcases. We moved all the boxes here earlier. I stared directly at the couch as Neville closed the door. I heard him lock it. My stomach was spinning in a thousand circles from the excitement. Neville walked up behind me, placing his hands on my waist, pressing himself against me, placing a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

"You okay beautiful?" Neville asked me softly.

"Yeah, -"

I turned myself to face him.

"I just can't believe I'm actually living here with you, and that we're actually getting married in a few months," I told him.

He smiled at me before quickly pressing his lips to mine. He captured me in a passionate kiss. I smiled into his kiss as I put my arms around his neck.

"Someone's eager tonight," I spoke as I lightly bit my lip.

Neville looked directly into my eyes.

"Welcome home baby girl," he said to me softly.

I said nothing as I looked at him. I pulled him closer to me pressing our lips together once more. After everything we've been through together, its finally time for us to settle down. I may have moved in here, but this isnt my home. Wherever Neville Longbottom is, that's where my home is.

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just-my-sickly-pride · 4 years

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Tell Me || Brian May x fem!Reader

summary || a casual phone conversation with brian, your fwb, takes a fun turn.

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. sexting, phone sex, some dom/sub dynamics (dom!brian), brief mention of a theoretical threesome with roger.

word count || 2.4k

author’s notes || i know i’ve been quiet for a while, but here’s the next instalment of the try series! if you’ve been following the series at all, i’m sure, after you finishing reading this fic, you’ll be able to guess what the next part will involve 👀 if you don’t follow the series, all you need to know is that reader is in a fwb arrangement with both brian and roger (separately).

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It wasn’t the first time you and Brian had started getting hot and steamy over text. It was never intentional, not ever, but it had happened a couple of times before. A casual conversation started getting a particular edge, and both of you teased that edge more and more, testing the waters, seeing if things were really going the way they seemed to be.

One of you always made the leap, of course. It was usually you – you liked the thrill of it. You knew Brian would respond positively, but there was always the moment of have I read this wrong? that you thrived off.

This time, it had started off as a conversation about The Great British Bake-Off. Sure, not your proudest hour. Your roommate Lucy had been watching it in the living room when you’d ventured out of your bedroom to get something to snack on.

u ever watched the great british bake off? you asked Brian.

He’d responded soon after. Why do you always ask me the most bizarre questions out of the blue?

answer me, coward.

Yes, I’ve watched it. Why?

just curious. lucy’s watching it. You dug a packet of slightly stale cookies from the pantry, and headed back to your room.

Fred and John love it, so I’ve seen a few episodes, Brian sent. It’s all right, not my favourite, but it’s fun to watch with friends. Better than a lot of other cooking shows, if I’m honest.

maybe fred and deaks should make their own cooking show, you typed, smiling to yourself.

You got comfortable on your bed. You knew you were going to regret it later when your sheets were filled with cookie crumbs, but that was a problem for future you.

I don’t think so, Brian said. The whole show would be John doing all the work while Freddie just sat and watched. That’s usually how their cooking adventures go.

that could so work as a show, you protested. I’d watch it.

You’d watch anything.

ur such a tv snob.

You’d said it just to get a rise out of him, and it worked a treat.

I am not a snob. I just like to watch certain types of shows. Cooking shows and reality TV do not fall under the right categories.

“”””the right categories”””, you typed, grinning. snob.

Very funny. You’re absolutely hilarious.

I sure think so.

Oh, I’m well aware you think so.

You scoffed. God, Brian could be a prick. You loved it. better to be funny than a snob.

Again, extremely hilarious.

thanks. You added a kissy-face emoji at the end of the word.

You didn’t wait for a response before moving on. imagine a cooking show with all four of u guys in your flat. it’d be a disaster.

That’s putting it mildly, Brian replied. Roger and Fred would probably burn the place down, between the two of them.

could I be a guest on the show? you asked. I could wear a cute outfit with an apron n everything. a lil summer dress. I’d look cute as hell.

You’d probably accidentally help burn the place down.

You gaped at the phone. Bastard. rude! I’m pretty ok at cooking thanks!

No, I didn’t mean it like that, Brian said. I meant that you’d probably be awfully distracting in your summer dress and apron.

You paused, thinking of how to reply, feeling your fingers start to tingle just a touch. Toe the edge. I’d bring a new meaning to the word hot. both physically and literally, bc I’d be burning alive from the fire caused in the kitchen.

Maybe I’d have to make sure the others are out of the house. You know, less people in the house means less chance of accidents happening.

You bit your lip. just u and me in the kitchen with a camera then?

You saw Brian typing, but the three dots vanished for a few seconds, then reappeared. Finally, his message: I suppose so.

Now you were at a crossroads. Did you steer it back into safer waters, or take the leap?

You knew the answer. As if you’d pass up the opportunity. u could bend me over the kitchen counter, you typed. keep the camera rolling.

You could tell in the way Brian took a little longer to respond that he hadn’t expected your boldness so suddenly, and your heart was leaping in your chest as you waited.

Now that’s a show I’d watch.

A giggle bubbled out of you. yeah, me too.

Anything in particular you’d like to see?

You set your cookies aside. It was go time. I think I’d keep my cute outfit and apron on. think I’d want u to take me by surprise, push me over and hold me down.

I’d like to see that, too. See you gasping and trying to break out of my grip.

You’d have to hold me down tight, you said. I can get out pretty easily if ur not holding me down well enough.

You know I’d hold you down tight, Brian replied. Push up that dress. Are you wearing anything underneath that dress?

nope.

Fucking knew it.

I’d be so wet already, you said. Your breathing had sped up, and you moved your thighs together. you fucking me like that would be the only thing I’d be able to think about the whole time we’re cooking.

I’d be able to fuck you with two fingers right away, Brian said.

Your breath caught.

I’d make you come on my fingers twice, just like that, holding you down, Brian added. You know, seeing as it’s for show. Want to make it good.

Your whole body felt warm. tell me how you’d do it, you typed.

I’d be gentle at first, Brian said. Just playing with your clit, fucking you with my fingers. I’d feel you clenching around them. You can be really needy like that.

You were typing one-handed now; your hand slipped under your shirt, your index finger stroking back and forth along the skin just underneath the underwire of your bra.

I’d just keep going like that, Brian sent. At first, you’d like it, but then you’d get desperate.

I’d want u to fuck me harder, you replied. I’d be begging for it.

I’d make sure you’re begging, Brian said. But I’d take my time. Really drag it out of you.

it’d take me forever to cum, you typed. Your hand smoothed down from under your shirt to inside your shorts, skimming along the band of your underwear. but it’d be worth it. my legs would shake and I’d barely be able to stand up.

And it’s only after you come all over my hand that I’d start finger-fucking you hard, Brian said. You began touching yourself over your underwear, just lightly, sighing in anticipation. I wouldn’t let you take a break from your first orgasm, either.

I’d be begging u to stop, you typed. but we both know that I wouldn’t want u to. I just wouldnt know how to handle it. I’d be trying to get away from ur hand, squirming against the kitchen counter, but u wouldn’t let me go.

And I’d keep going until you came again.

I’d be exhausted by this point, you said. if I thought I could barely stand up before, it’s nothing in comparison to now. u don’t even have to hold me down anymore, I’m just slumped over the counter.

Your hand slipped into your underwear, and you started touching yourself. Your whole body felt hot, and your legs instinctively spread further.

And that’s when I’d fuck you, Brian said.

You’d be so hard by now.

I would be. I’d grab you by the hips to hold you up, and slide right into you.

I’d be so loud when u fucked me, you sent. you’d fuck me so hard my hips would be bruised the next day from hitting the edge of the counter.

You’d feel so tight and hot around me, Brian said. Fuck, the thought of you desperately trying to grab something for stability on the counter, but not being able to find anything…

I’d be completely helpless, you typed. It was difficult to type with one hand – especially when you slipped a finger into yourself – so you were praying that autocorrect didn’t let you down. would u let me cum?

I’d make sure you come well before I do, Brian replied. So you’d have to just deal with it when I keep fucking you, even after your body is begging me to stop.

You moaned, and pushed in a second finger, pumping them rhythmically. Jesus Christ, Brian was filthy. I’d want nothing more than to just feel u cum in me, you typed.

Oh, you’d feel it, Brian typed. I’d make sure of that.

are u jerking off rn?

Yes. Are you?

yeah. feels so good. want you to fuck me just like that.

Just say the word.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

I have to call u I’m gonna call u, you typed out as quickly as you could with one hand. You waited until he’d seen the message – very impatiently – and then called him.

“Hi,” he said casually, but his voice was rough and desperate.

“Fuck, you’re evil,” you growled. You let out a moaning gasp, feeling yourself clench around your fingers. “Oh, God, Bri.”

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he said. You could hear the sound of him jerking off, and it only made you wetter.

You moaned. “I’m touching myself.”

“I know that already, Jesus. Tell me.”

“I’m– I’m fucking myself with my fingers,” you said shakily.

“How many?”

“Two.”

Brian breathed out heavily. “Only two?”

You took it as a cue, and pushed in a third, letting out a whine, your hips curling up against your hand. “Th– three.”

Brian moaned, and you’d never been more turned on in your life. “Keep going, fuck yourself nice and deep,” he said.

As if you were going to stop. “I wish it was you,” you said. “Want you to stretch me out.”

Brian moaned again. “Christ, you’re gonna kill me.”

“You’d fill me up so good,” you panted out, rubbing your clit now, and your hips jerked. “You always make me feel so full, Bri.”

“I’d fuck you so good,” Brian said. “Tie you up, leave you spread out for me, then I’d fuck you s– so hard until you were bruised, mark you up so nice for me, make your skin all red until you were begging for it, you’d come so hard on my cock, fuck.”

“I’d scratch up your back until you were bleeding,” you said breathlessly. You were so close to orgasming. You could feel it, just out of reach. “Cover you with bite marks. You could fuck my mouth with your fingers while you fucked me with your cock. You’d come in me so hard you’re seeing stars, and I’d just keep you inside me until you were hard again so you could fuck me again, feel your come leaking out of me.”

“Fuck,” Brian groaned.

“God,” you gasped. “I’m so fucking…”

“I’m so close to coming, fuck.”

“Same. Jesus, I want you so bad.”

“Same.” Brian moaned, low and deep, and you just about came from the sound of it alone.

“I’d let you fuck me all day,” you said. “Just fucking – use me. Fill me up whatever way you want. You and Rog, I’d let you both just fuck me until I passed out. One of you fucking my mouth, the other one fucking my cunt.”

“You’d want that? Both of us?”

You moaned. “Yes, I want it so bad.” Your whole body was tensed like a bow. “I’m gonna come, Bri, gonna come all over my fingers, fuck.”

“Tell me,” Brian said. “What you want from me and Rog. What you’d want us to do to you.”

“Everything,” you gasped.

“Do you think about it a lot?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you get yourself off thinking about it?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, God. You’re so greedy, you spend all your time fucking him and fucking me, of course you’d want us both filling you up at the same time.” Brian made a sound. “Ah, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t want it,” you said.

Brian moaned.

“I bet you think about it too,” you said. Your heart was thudding in your chest like a racehorse. “I bet you get off thinking about me just being fucked without mercy by the both of you.”

Brian gasped.

“Tell me,” you demanded, just as Brian had demanded of you. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” Brian said quickly, so quickly you almost missed it. “I think about it all the time, I want it so bad. I think about us fucking you, I think about Roger fucking you while I watch, see you all whiny and desperate, just the thought of seeing you watching me while someone else is fucking you–” He cut himself off with a choked-off moan, and you knew he’d come.

You were overwhelmed by what he’d said, and within a few seconds you were coming as well, pulsing around your fingers, crying out.

You just listened to each other breathing heavily for a few seconds, wrapping your heads around what had just happened.

“Damn, Brian,” you said with a laugh. “Didn’t know you were into voyeurism, you big ol’ perv.”

“Shut up,” Brian said, his voice warm with amusement. “Only in theory; I’d be far too possessive in real life to ever follow through. And weren’t you the one talking about getting fucked from both ends?”

“Might’ve been.” You wriggled your hand out of your underwear and shorts, and reached for a tissue on your bedside table.

“That was… good,” Brian said. “We should do that more often.”

“What, fucking once or twice a fortnight isn’t enough?”

Brian huffed a laugh. “I meant in lieu of fucking. If our schedules don’t match up. Good to know it’s an option.”

You hummed, wiping your hand on the tissue. “Maybe it should be a conference call.”

“What?”

“With Roger.”

Brian snorted. “Ah, no. Not likely.”

“What if Rog and I filmed our own little cooking show and I sent it your way, what would you think of that, hm?”

“Wh– It–” Brian spluttered. “The things I said in the heat of the moment don’t necessarily reflect what I actually want to happen in real life.”

You weren’t convinced. “Sure,” you said lightly. “But I mean, if–”

“Wait, shit, sorry, I have to go,” Brian cut in. “I forgot John ordered Thai for us all, and I think it just turned up, and I’m…”

“Covered in come?” you offered. “That’s fine. Go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Yeah, talk soon. Bye.”

“Bye.” Brian hung up, and you dropped your phone to your chest.

Well, you certainly had plenty of new fantasies to play with next time you were in the mood.

#try verse #mine #brian may x reader #queen fanfiction #rpf #smut

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eyeless-cunt · 4 years

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THERE IS MORE

Witness Protection

You should know what this is by now

Chapter 3 y’all

You felt as though you were going insane. The man hadn't said a single word to you since the weird field area. Only lord knew if the ancient vehicle you sat in had a working radio. Asking was out of the question, you still had tape over your mouth. Couldn't check, you had tape gloves that went all the way up your arms, rendering them useless. With half lidded eyes, you stare at your disheveled figure in the side mirror. Dear god, you looked like shit. The blood on the side of your face had caked into a gross brown and was beginning to flake off, leaving you looking like you were a burn victim. You wince internally. You had mangled hair, with strands sticking every which way. Bags under the eyes displayed your lack of sleep and slowly depleting sanity. With a nearly inaudible groan, you tap your head against the glass. 'Can't he just kill me and get this over with? I don't know how much sitting in dead silence I'm going to be able to handle.' You slouch heavily, slowly sinking to the floor of the truck.

"You'll hurt your back sitting like that," his monotone voice stated off handedly. You huff and remain there. He sighs and grabs the back of your shirt, tugging you up to sit properly. You groan. Apparently sitting weirdly isn't even an option. He remains facing forward, not even glancing in your direction. Unable to spit insults at him, you level a heated glare at instead. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Maybe a good mix of both. It wasn't easy to tell how long you sat there, giving a dirty look to a man that probably couldn't even see you past the hood he had been wearing this entire time, but you assumed it had been about ten minutes or so. The truck suddenly stopped. You break out of your hate filled trance and look around. Why did he park in an actual parking lot? Was he going to let you go? The thought filled your heart with hope. He popped open the center console and pulled out a large bottle of what sounded like pills. Christ, was he about to just pop a few pills to deal with your bullshit? He pulled his mask off, placing it in the back seat. The cap popped off and he dumped a few out, throwing them into his mouth and closing the bottle. He pulled the hood down, giving you a clear view of the side of his head. You voice your distress at his appearance in muffled screams. He sighs heavily, leaning his head back against his seat, not seeming bothered. The screaming grew louder as his features shifted.

He opened his eyes and glanced at you, letting you get a clear view of his eyes. The screaming ceased in shock. How had you not seen them under his mask? With how bright the blue of his iris was, one would think they would glow in the dark. He pulled the visor down to examine his face in the small mirror embedded inside. He licked his teeth, turned his face from side to side. It finally clicked why he sounded familiar. He was the weird guy that had been staring at you when you changed out shifts with a coworker. You sigh internally. No point in thinking about it now, you guessed. He had murdered someone and kidnapped you, you had bigger things to worry about. His buckle clicked and you snapped out of your thoughts.

"I'll be back," he said simply, clicking something on the side of the door and closing it. Did- did that fucker just turn the child lock on?! Where the fuck were you gonna go in blood soaked clothes and taped up arms?! You send a hateful glare at his retreating form. He went into a store. A very large store. The fuck was he doing?

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He bit the inside of his cheek as he entered the store. Did she really have to scream like that? Probably, not everyday you see a man with grey skin. And it's also not everyday you see him suddenly become a shapeshifter after popping some pills. Either way, it really wasn't a boost of confidence for his already weak self esteem. Whatever. He had a reputation to uphold, and that meant keeping his cool, constantly. He'd already almost lost it on her while she was being annoying the night before. No point in risking it now. Jack sighed and rubbed his eyes. He began his journey towards the clothes section of the store before he paused. He forgot to ask what her sizes were. He facepalmed. And she had been wearing heels too. He grumbled, figuring it'd be easier to deal with that later. Right now he had to focus on getting her clothes that weren't stained with blood. He debated on heading to the women's section, guess her size. No, bad idea. Someone is bound to try to talk to him. He was a tall man, he had no reason to be in the women's section, and people were bound to wonder. Both his pride and crippling social anxiety told him to not risk it. Avoiding talking with people was a priority. With a deep breath, he swiveled on his heel, headed towards the mens. He'd just grab some smaller sized jeans or something. There was a time where baggy jeans were popular right? He furrowed his brows as he thought, as he did a lot. His mind continued to wander until he reached the clothes. He eyed the jeans and opted to grab a pair of skinny jeans, in a random size that looked like they would fit her. He wasn't exactly staring at her legs, so he hoped that brief mental image he had in his mind was enough. He turned to the shirts. Any of them would work, they just couldn't be too big. He really wasn't in the mood to listen to her bitch and whine about him being a 'pervert' because it dipped too low and showed her bra.

He grabbed a basic black tee, looking to be maybe a size smaller than he got his own shirts. That'll do. He got a second pair of pants and a second shirt, just for good measure. He bit his tongue. He knew a little bit about the hygienic needs of a woman, but he hadn't smelled any blood or hormonal spike on her, so he figured she'd be fine for now. As he made his way to a different part of the store, he passed a shelf of hoodies. He backed up. Should he get her a hoodie? That would be awfully nice of him. She had done nothing to deserve any form of kindness from Jack. Letting her live was the extent of his mercy for her. 'But if she isn't cold that's less things she'll have to bitch about…' he mulled it over in his head before deciding. He'd get another hoodie for himself and let her wear it passively. 'What a fucking genius you are, Jack, absolute genius' he congratulated himself, grabbing a dark colored hoodie that was in his size. He nodded, satisfied and went to get a few more items.

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You had been pretty confident he up and died in that store, he took so long. But alas, he had to return. You watched his form make its way to your side of the truck and reflexively shifted away. He swung it open, placing the bags he held onto the ground while he stood onto the step to reach your seatbelt clip. He tore off the tape, unclipping the restraint. The tape on your mouth went next.

"Spit an insult at me and I'll cut off your tongue," he quipped. You closed your mouth. "Good girl," he himself seemed to cringe at what he just said, judging by the sigh he released. You scrutinized his face as he worked on the tape on your arms with intense concentration. He had tiny freckles all over his face. They were so small it was impossible to see them from a distance, but they were everywhere. His nose, his cheeks, even the top of his neck and between his eyes. You would've found him attractive if you didn't know it wasn't what he actually looked like. Tanned skin and soft looking auburn hair helped him sell the whole 'fucking gorgeous' thing.

"What's with the whole 'pretty boy' get up?" you murmur. He pauses and looks up at you, confused. "why did you choose this look to be normal?" He searched her face for any underlying intentions. When he found none, he shrugged.

"Didn't get a choice," He finally managed to get the tape off of your hands and arms.

"You got damn lucky with it then, you coulda been ugly," you shrugged. He took a deep breath and didn't respond, instead reaching into the bag and pulling out a package of what appeared to be baby wipes. "I'm not a baby,"

"I noticed," he opened the package and pulled out a wipe. He gripped your jaw and turned your head to the side.

"I can do this myself,"

"Don't trust you," as usual, his response was simple. He wiped the dried blood off of your face rather harshly.

"Hey, hey! Be gentler! I'm not dead yet!" He growled lowly and held your face tighter in his hand, wiping the rest of the blood off of any currently visible skin. He took another wipe and used it to wipe off any tape or dirt residue off of you. "What gives with the mini bath?"

"You'll see," He pushed your head down, bending you so that your chest was pressed tightly against your thighs. He threw what you assumed to be the wipes into the back before letting you sit up again. He picked up the bag from off of the pavement and handed it to you. "Change," he closed the truck door. He must've gotten you clothes so you wouldnt be covered in blood constantly. You pull out a pair of jeans and a shirt, followed by an extremely oversized hoodie. You quirk a brow but peek out the window. The man was scrolling on his phone, back pressed against the car door. You deemed it safe to change and stripped down, pulling the new, clean clothes on. You rummaged through the bag some more and came across a hair brush, dry shampoo, and deodorant. Questionable items, but you put them to use. You felt like a human again. A soft knock on the window startled you. There he was. You blink dumbly at him. He points down. You look down. You had locked the door. With a sigh, you unlocked the door and he opened it.

"You didn't stare at me while I was changing, did you?" you narrow your eyes in suspicion.

"I've got no reason to," he took the hoodie out of the bag and threw it at you. "Wear it if you want," he threw the bag in the backseat. You huff and pull the sweater over your head. He closed the door and moved to the drivers side. He strapped in and started the truck.

"Why'd you make me freshen up and stuff?"

"You need food. I don't know what you want," He made the short drive to a gas station that was only about five minutes up the road. He unstrapped and went to your side, opening the door. "Out," You unstrapped and slipped out of the truck, a little wobbly from not standing for so long. The heels didn't help.

"You're coming in with me?"

"I'm the one with money,"

"There's another reason, isn't there,"

"That one is obvious. Now listen. You go in there, grab anything you need, and if anyone asks, I'm your boyfriend," he briefed.

"Why do I have to say you're my boyfriend?"

"You won't have to if you don't act suspicious, now let's go, I've spoken to much,"

"You got a word limit or something?"

"Mentally," he ushered you inside.

"You gonna act all boyfriendy?"

"Boyfriendy?"

"Are you gonna act like my boyfriend?"

"Yes, and you'll have to deal,"

"Ew, but why,"

"There won't be any kissing," he rolled his eyes.

"What if you need to?"

"I won't" he guided you to the hot foods area. "Now get your food," He stayed close as you grabbed two slices of pizza and a hot dog, putting them in mini bags. "It's a long drive, go get yourself some snacks," you nod and sort of hand him your hot food, which he holds with no complaint. His eyes hold a glimmer of warning, telling you not to do anything stupid.

You're examining the chips on the different shelves when some girl about your age comes up to you.

"Did you hear?" She leans in close.

"Hear what?" you tilt your head.

"About the murder at that hotel. Apparently the murderer took a hostage with them, one of the staff," you pretend to be shocked and that the hostage was 100% not you.

"Really?" top tier lying this was. You just hoped it was believable. She nodded.

"By the way that guy has kind of been staring you down this entire time," she whispered. "Hey, creep! Why don't you go bother some other chick-!"

"Wait! It's ok," you subtly gulp and turn to your kidnapper, acting as natural as possible. "Babe, are you gonna keep standing there like a stalker?" He shook his head.

"S-sorry," he chuckled awkwardly, moving to stand next to you. He somehow managed to look bashful, blush and all. His posture was slouched to look more weak and not as standoffish. He probably took an acting class at some point.

"Oh, you're dating," she seemed relieved. You nod. "Can I have proof?"

"Why- why do you need proof that we're dating?"

"With the whole hostage thing I just wanna make sure he isn't the murderer, or you aren't, you never know,"

"It does make a bit of sense," your abductor agreed, somehow flying through this whole interaction look weak and pathetic, and making it look like he was completely off the list of possible suspects. She raised her eyebrows, waiting. He looks down at you and you look up at him, seeming to have the same idea. He leans down and you meet him halfway in a short kiss. The taste of iron and blood you expected never showed up. When you two pulled away from each other, the woman visibly relaxed.

"Alright, sorry for being weird. Have a nice day!" she waved. You waved along with the man. He grabs your hand.

"She made a scene, we gotta keep up the appearance," he whispered as he leaned down, followed by a kiss on the cheek to cover it up. You notice some people were definitely staring.

"Got it," you whisper back. Pulling your hand away from his you grab a bag of chips. "Do we wanna get chips or something else for the trip?"

"You'll be eating them more than me,"

"Yeah but I don't want you to think I'm greedy for eating them all,"

"I won't think you're greedy,"

"Yes you will," you put the chips back.

"You can get the chips, babe," You whine.

"But-!"

"You're fine," he took the chips off of the shelf and placed them in your hands. He mouthed something to you. 'Jack'. You assumed that was his name.

"You sure, Jackie? You're 100% sure?"

"Yes," You shrug and grab the collar of his hoodie and yank him down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," you coo. He hums and pecks your lips. The line is fairly short as you two go to pay. Jack pays and before you leave the guy manning the register bids you farewell.

"Be safe, you two lovebirds,"

"We will, have a nice day!" The moment you're both in the car you place the bag down and go to fetch the wet wipes to wipe your mouth off. They were too far back and you sighed. "You're a really good actor," you comment. "Your affection felt real," he hums.

"Likewise," he seemed greatly uncomfortable, and it made you wonder what he meant by mental word limit. Either that or he just really did not like pretending to be dating his hostage. You shrug. Best to ask once you've eaten. You unwrap your hotdog and take a bite.

#OH MY GOOOOODDDD #THE AFFECTION MADE MY HEART SWELL #IM SOBBINGGGGG #THIS IS SO CUTEE #LITERALLY THE BEST #i simply CANT FUNCTION #ITS TOO GOOD #eyeless jack fanfiction #eyeless jack #submisson #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #eyeless jack fanfic #creepypasta imagines #submission

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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bases loaded* highschool!ricky horror x reader

+++++++++ Highschool au woo!

originally i was like ‘hey maybe they could like sneak into an empty classroom’ and then i remembered in my highschool there are batting cages for softball practice in a long narrow room above the gym. also the only way you can get to it is a staircase that goes from the basement at the end of the hall with the art/shop/weight training rooms all the way up to the gym and the batting cages above it, its like a four story staircase. (i know it sounds weird but our school has had a lot of additions over the years, theres a wrestling room in the back of the ‘new’ gym too) but thats kind of where the idea for this came from so if it reads weird or doesnt seem like a normal highschool set up, i promise it is because i lived it, its literally in my highschool lol.

* - You two sneak off during class to find an empty room (this was og promt). He has to keep you quiet during a hard fucking so you dont get caught

Song: mrs infamous (my sweetness) by palaye royale

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @musicsexandpizza69 @ryansitkowskiswifey +++++++++

"Meet me at the end of the shop hallway during sixth period."

I replayed that sentence in my mind over and over again. He sounded so needy whispering it in my ear as the bell rang to release us from lunch. I couldn't stop thinking about it, and it made me blush each time. I thought about if skipping class would be worth it but it always was. We were seniors after all, which meant what few classes we did have, we didn't have much to do at this point. I rounded the corner and spotted him at the other end of the hallway, smoking out the open window. I walked quickly towards him, hoping none of the art teachers would notice me. When I got to him I smiled.

"Did you miss me?"

I said quietly, making him jump. He sighed out in relief.

"Jesus y/n."

I laughed a little bit.

"You said to meet you. What are we doing?"

He smirked at me before putting his cigarette out on the window sill.

"We, are going to have a little fun."

He grabbed my hand and started towards the stairs.

"Since we haven't been able to hang out after school for the past like two weeks I figured we could have some time to ourselves during. Besides, it's not like we have anything better to do."

I smiled to myself as he looked around, leading me up the stairs once the coast was clear.

"And we're heading to the batting cages because?"

this stair case only went to one place and i had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do. He looked at me over his shoulder and smirked.

"It's private, and with it being over the gym no one will hear us."

I raised a brow.

"Oh?"

He sent me a wicked smile before turning back around. When we got to the top he paused, letting go of my hand.

"Isn't it locked during school hours?"

I asked. He just ignored me, kneeling down and pulling two pins out of his hoodie pocket.

"Nothings locked if you try hard enough."

He said smoothly, moving to pick the lock. I smiled to myself as the door popped open and he stood up. He held it and kissed me endearingly.

"After you m'lady."

i smirked at him.

"How thoughtful."

He followed in after me. The whole room was dark aside from the light coming in from the 'windows' to the gym. You could hear the coaches instructing students, it sounded like they were playing kick ball today which meant we'd be home free in the noise department. i walked along the far wall, making sure no one down below would be able to see us at the angle. there were gym mats littering the floor along with a few racks of equipment and large nets to catch the balls that were hit. in one corner however there was a medium sized table with two chairs behind it, where the coaches usually kept their clip boards and the water coolers and things. today however it was empty. i walked quietly over to it, leaning my hands on it to make sure it wouldnt squeak under my weight. when it didnt make a sound i turned around and slid up onto it, kicking my legs under me and watching ricky as he looked around. by now the gym class had started their game and you could hear the loud sound of rubber being hit and students yelling to their teammates.

"you stalling for a reason kiddo?"

i asked, pulling rickys attention to me. he held his pointer finger to his lips to shush me as he peered out the glass-less window down at the class. he looked back to me after a second and smiled. i watched him intently as he strutted carefully over to me, placing his hands firmly on the table on either side of my thighs.

"you ready to go?"

he asked smoothly, staring into me, his gaze falling momentarily to my lips. i shuddered, running my hands lightly up his arms. i always could get lost in his ocean eyes, the dark makeup pulling me in deeper as he beckoned me with his siren song. i nodded to him before capturing his lips in mine, pulling him to me as i kissed him hungrily. we slowly began making out and i could feel his hands move to my hips, squeezing them gently as he stood up. i detached from him and inhaled deeply, looking up at him with an innocent gaze.

"i love you ricky."

i said a little dazed. he smiled at me before kissing me lightly, his one hand moving to my face to caress my cheek.

"i love you too y/n."

he waited for my response and as soon as i smiled at him, bringing my hands to hold his waist to me, he was back to my lips. i hummed against him as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. as we continued to make out i moved to get his jacket off, unzipping it slowly and pushing it down his arms. he dropped it to the table next to me and returned his hands to my exposed thighs. he pulled away from my mouth, moving down my neck as i snaked my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, just under his black beanie.

"im so glad you wore a skirt today."

he mumbled against my collar bone, making me shudder at his hot breath.

"so am i."

i sighed out, feeling him slip his hand between my legs. he moved his head back up to kiss me as he ran two fingers over my clothed heat.

"so needy."

he said seductively, making me blush.

"i missed your touch."

he moaned low in his throat at my comment before pushing my skirt up quickly and pulling me to the edge of the table. i caught myself, dropping both hands to the table behind me as i leaned back. when i looked down between the two of us i could see his bulge pressed hard against his tight jeans.

"god, i need you so bad right now."

his voice was barely above a whisper. i pecked his lips before looking back down between us. i slowly began to undo his jeans, looking back to his face every once in a while to see his eyes screwed shut as i grazed him, pushing his bottoms down. he breathed deeply, barely opening his eyes as he pulled himself out of his jeans. i groaned to myself as he pressed his member against my thigh, spreading my legs apart and pushing my panties to the side.

"you ready baby?"

he asked lowly. i raised a brow.

"did you bring it?"

he looked confused for a second before realizing what i was asking and pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. when he opened it i could see it was half empty but he had remembered to bring a condom this time.

"got it."

he said, pulling it out and tearing it open. i helped him roll it on before leaning back again. i moaned as he ran himself over my slit, getting my wet over his tip before he guided himself into me. He reached up to cover my mouth with his hand and looking panicked for a second.

"youve gotta be quiet princess, or we're not gonna get very far."

i nodded and he dropped his hand back to the table. i scooted closer to the edge of the table as he pulled halfway out and pushed back into me a few times. as he began thrusting a little harder i brought one leg up to hook around his waist, bringing him closer to me. as he got rougher he finally remembered to take care of me, bring his hand down to circle my clit. i dropped my head back immediatly, giving him access to kiss and suck at my neck again. my eyes screwed shut as he pounded into me, breathing heavily against my skin. i moaned again and he shot upright, covering my mouth as he continued fucking me hard. i looked at him with dark eyes, reaching for his shirt and gripping it tightly.

"ricky."

i moaned into his hand. he decided that wasnt enough though and replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing me roughly as his movements got sloppier and more uneven. i could feel him twitch as he kept moving, thrusting into me and pushing his thumb against my clit. then i felt it, my vision went blurry for a second as my orgasm wracked through my body, making my thighs quiver against his waist. he thrusted hard one last time before pausing and sighing heavily into my mouth as he came. we both sat there breathing heavily for a second before he pulled out of me. as he was pulling the condom off we both heard a whistle blow from inside the gym, then one of the coaches yelled for the class to clean up.

"you ready to dash?"

he asked, pulling his pants back up and helping me down off the table. i nodded, fixing my panties and my skirt back into place.

"lets hope we dont get caught."

i winked at him, picking his hoodie up and draping it over my shoulders. he smirked down at me, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the door.

"do we ever?"

#wattpad #x reader #smut #Ricky horror #Ricky Olson #miw #one shots #imagines #221

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quokkalatte · 4 years

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I havent posted on here for awhile but I wanted to talk ab something that's been on my mind recently and I've been dwelling on it a lot lately. And it comes to supporting a friend, when they tell you they have a crush on someone.

When your friend approaches you, whether it be through text, face time, or face to face, and they tell you that they have a crush on someone, you want to be supportive right? You want to tell them "ooo ask them out then!" Or something along those lines. And if they get nervous about it, and are scared that their crush will reject them, do not say "what's the worst that could happen? Theyll reject you?"

Becuase yes. Rejection IS a worst case scenario. It might not seem big. Your crush not liking you back, so you pick yourself up and move on. Or at least that's how some people would view it. But the thing is, if you dont know a person's history when it comes to romantic interest, saying something like that can be damaging.

As I've grown up, and developed crushes on people, and when I would confide in friends, that's normally how the conversation would go. They get giddy and excited, and tell me I should ask them out. And that was okay, but over time, it wasnt. Because every. Single. Time. I would get rejected. My first crush on a boy was in elementary school. And ever since two months ago, every time I told a boy I liked them, they would reject me, often in a cruel manner.

When a freind of mine would say "the worst they can do is reject you" I would get this feeling in my stomach, and I would always think "exactly. That's the exact WORST thing that could happen. Becuase rejection hurts, and it affects others differently.

There are those who can just pick themselves up and move on. No harm no foul. But for people like me, those experiences stick to you and morph you.

Hitting Middle school, the rejection got worse. I had three small crushes in the span of three years. And every single one had found out. When I told them, they looked at me funny, and would leave to their group of freinds. And they would tease me. And laugh at me becuase I was different. I wasnt the skinny pretty little girls like the others in my class. And it was around that time I'd realised that. After the first two, there was a third. This experience is probably where alot of my issues resolved. And it was only 6th grade.

I didnt even tell him that I'd liked him, a classmate found out and told him during recess. We were waiting in line to go back inside for class, and the school I went to we had uniforms. Mine always fir tightly becuase I was bigger than most of the girls in my class. I remember I was wearing my favorite blue jacket and the khaki pants we were required to wear. When the classmate ran over to the boy I'd liked, he'd pointed at me and told him. The boy turned and looked at me, and got the most disgusted look on his face, and shouted "EW!" Before walking away. I proceeded to get upset. The classmate approached me, and in a pitting manner told me he didnt think that my crush would react that way. The girls I were freinds with said horrid things about the boy I'd liked, but the only thing that I could think of was the look of disgust on his face at the simple thought that I'd had a crush on him.

And it stuck with me. It still does. Containing through high school I became more reserved when it came to the guys I liked. I never told my friends who my crushes were, and when they outed me about it, that's all they wanted for me to do was to tell him. Tell him becuase what's the worst that could happen? He could reject me?? Yes. Becuase in my mind, I was ugly. I was undeserved of every having a boyfriend. And I was convinced I would never have one. I would look in the mirror and loath what I saw. I hated how I looked becuase all I could see were what they saw. I wore hoodies all the time even in hot weather so that I could cover my arms. I didnt want any of me showing. I wouldnt wear shorts becuase I hated how big my legs were. I held so much self loathing for myself, I wouldnt look in a mirror for longer than I had to.

That had gone on for years. I've hated myself for years becuase of judgment. Because I feared what people thought of me. It didnt just extend to what I thought the boys thought, but everyone thought. I hated attention being attracted to me, and my social anxiety got worse. Anything that brought attention to me would make my heart pound and my palms sweaty and my head buzzing with a hundred thoughts that made it so difficult to function.

It was only recently in the past couple years I've been able to accept myself. And I'm still very far off. And it might sound dumb or cliche, but the only reason that sparked this, was kpop. My friend introduced me to BTS, and I got invested in them. I loved them. I loved these 7 boys, who radiated such happiness and positivity. Their concept of loving yourself for who you are, and that the closest to you would do the same, those words meant alot to me. They helped me when I was anxious. Their music was, and still is, so soothing to me.

In my Senior year of high school I was taking my health elective, and we were learning about the BMI and to test what ours was. I refuse to share what my results were, but they werent healthy. As the teacher droned on about the topic, I sat in the back of the class quietly crying and trying to get myself to stop but I couldnt, and I felt a panic attack coming on, and I was scared that I would bring attention to myself, so I needed to distract myself from it, and I plugged my earbuds in and pulled up a BTS video. It was just a 2 minute video of Jimin laughing, and that was enough. I calmed down enough to collect myself, and I stopped crying.

Two years later I'm still not perfect. I still have a very toxic mentality of myself, and I can accept that I might need help, more than what KPOP groups can give me. They did give me the tiniest of nudges to help me, and I am very grateful.

I've told you what you shouldnt say to someone when they tell you that they have a crush on someone, so here's what you COULD say.

Your friend is worried, that their crush might reject them. You can offer your support.

"I'm here for you. I hope it works out, and I'm sure it will. And if not, I'll be here to help you"

"I understand you're scared, I see why you are. You dont have to tell them unless you're ready. I'm in your corner if you need me"

Motivate your friend in a good way. Dont pressure them into it, becuase it can make them anxious and stressed because they feel like they HAVE to tell their crush, and it makes it worse on them. Encourage your freind to get to know their crush. Tiny things, speaking to them. And if their scared about that, reassurance will help them. Offering advice and tips on what they could say and do will help them.

This is my last personal story to pair with this. I developed a crush on a guy. We met through a mutual freind, one who happens to be a very good friend of mine. I got his snapchat, and since then we've talked every day since. I didnt realise that I'd had feeling for him until a month into just chatting, and I started to wonder if he felt the same. The select few people i told all told me that it was possible, and they believed that all the signs he gave me were pointing towards yes, he did like me. I was still unsure, so very unsure.

My best friend is who helped me the most. I told him about a week after I found out my crush on this boy, and he was immediately supportive. He never once said to me "worst case scenario he rejects you". He told me o should talk to him more, get to know this boy and see what happened. My feelings became stronger every passing day. This boy made me so happy, and he was unlike any of my past crushes. I was so used to the guys I liked wanted nothing to do with me, or if they actually DID, it wasnt becuase of me, but because they wanted nudes. The few experiences I'd had with guys before this boy were awful. I had been talking to a guy but all he cared about was sex and nothing else and ignored me for a month, and then proceeded to ask for nudes becuase he was horny. It was very damaging for my mental state, and I was in a rough place. Id cried to my best freind, begging for him to tell me what was wrong with me. Why boys didnt reciprocate my feelings, and when they showed even the slightest of interest it was because they were horny. I felt like I would never find anyone ever.

I was scared, after developing feeling on this boy. I told my freind the same stories I've shared here. How I was terrified of being rejected. Becuase I'd gotten to know this boy and felt more for him than what freinds normally would. My best friend was so supportive, he stood by me when I would get anxious and when I would tell him my fears and doubts.

It took me 3 weeks to gett the courage to tell this boy that I liked him. The day I told him my nerves were shot, my palms were slick, but I did it. I confessed to this boy that I liked him. Funny enough, it was through a meme. It said that "I might have a big fat crush on you but I'm scared to say anything" my nerves were on fire my body was numb. It might sound like an exaggeration but this was how I was feeling. I was texting all three of my supportive freinds at once. My best freind was the first to know, he was with me through the entire time I talked to my crush. My crush had asked why I was scared to tell him, and I'd told him that I didn't want to make him uncomfortable becusse we'd grown close in the time we were talking. He reassured me that I couldnt make him uncomfortable. I'd asked how he felt about me. At this point my heart was in my throat. I watched the icon that showed he was typing and I was ready, I was ready for him to reject me, like all the boys had done before.

But he told me he felt the same. He didnt reject me. He was worried becuase we live so far apart from each other, and we werent sure how long distance would do for us, and how Covid19 would take into play. But I'd said I was up to try if he was, and he was too.

That was two months ago as of writing this. But if it wasnt for my best friend being so supportive of me, I dont think I could ever have told my boyfriend that I liked him. Even now, the concept is foreign to me. My trauma is still apparent becuase I cannot fathom how someone as amazing as him likes me back, after years of getting rejected and my mental health being damaged by the countless teasing. The first time he called me beautiful, I broke down and cried, because it felt too good to be true.

I'm sharing this, I'm sharing my experiences becuase i wanted to help people know how they could help a friend who might share similar experiences with me, get through the fear of rejection. Telling someone their worst case scenario doesnt help ease their worries. But offering your support, and reassuring them that it would be okay and that you will be there for them will.

Rejection is a part of life, and its something you cannot really control. But if the right words can help you get over your fear of it, then it does help ease the pain.

I'm not saying that all my past friends who told me rejection was my worst case scenario were trying to be malicious, they just wanted me to be happy and were excited for me. I understand that.

And if you ever were that friend who said that, it doesnt make you a bad friend. You were trying to help in your own way. But this may help for future interactions, or at least I hope it will.

You dont always know the experiences that your freinds go through, but being there and supporting them through their fears will help them, and give then confidence.

My best freind has supported me through so much, and it was him who helped me overcome one of my biggest fears.

I hope you found this extremely long PSA to be helpful and I hope I explained myself the best I could. If something is unclear to you please tell me I want to help everyone I can, because I beleive you all deserve to be happy.

And no of course you dont need a partner to be happy. You can be strong and independent in your own way and find your happiness there.

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His Dirty Little Secret

I woke up and rolled out of my bed, slowly shuffling to the bathroom in my dorm as I went for my shower. I turned on the water as I got in, letting the hot water relax my muscles as I attempted to wake myself up for the day. I quickly washed, shaved and dried myself off, putting moisturiser on my legs to make them smoother. I then blow dried my hair before getting dressed. I put on my tights, skirt, shirt, tie and my school shoes that had a little bit of a heel on them. I made sure my skirt was higher than the school rules allowed, then I curled my half black, half red hair. I then grabbed my school books and bag, and went downstairs for breakfast.

I walked in and saw my brothers all sitting at our house table. I went and sat with them grabbing a green apple and pouring myself some pumpkin juice for breakfast. "Why do you always only eat green apples Emma?" My brother, Jackson asked. "Because red apples taste funny. That's why." I replied, pulling out my potions homework that was due today. Snape would kill me if I didn't have it done. As I was about three quarters of the way through, my bestfriend Ashleigh walked over and said she needed to talk to me. I got up, grabbed my book bag, and followed her out. We went back to her common rooms and sat down on her bed. "Help. Dilemma. Make up crisis. Sebastian wants to take me to Hogsmeade as we have a day off and I am useless when it comes to makeup. Please help." She pleaded. I sighed and went through her make up, thinking of what would work, trying to match it up with her outfit. I eventually decided on a smoky cut crease for the eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, a light foundation and blush, and a dark pink lipstick. I did her eyebrows, helped her change out her nose stud for a nose ring, and then she was ready to go. I also quickly put on a deep purple lipstick and did a smoky eye for me. "Thank you so much Emma. What would I do without you?" She asked. "Probably die." I replied as we laughed. I heard the bell toll, signaling my first class of the day, Herbology. I quickly hugged Ashleigh, wished her well on her date, and rushed to the greenhouses.

"Greenhouse Three today guys." We heard Professor Sprout yell out from behind us. We had Herbology with the Ravenclaws, so I paired up with my bestfriend from Ravenclaw, Amy. "Girl you are gonna get in so much trouble with Snape for your skirt today." She informed me as we sat down. "Incase you haven't noticed babes, I really don't care." I replied as we completed our task. We then parted ways as I headed off to Transfiguration and she went to Ancient Runes. I successfully turned my turtle into a teapot, and got ten points awarded to my house. As soon as the bell rang for lunch, we were up and out of there so quickly. I rushed to the Great Hall, wanting to get a seat with my brothers. As I sat down next to Freddie, I noticed a certain blond Slytherin staring at me from across the hall. "He is staring at you again little sis. Can I deal with him?" asked Freddie. "Nahh. I can handle him." I said as we ate our lunch and talked about Quidditch and the team trials that were coming up. I finally agreed to try out for the team beater and then headed off early to my last class of the day, Potions.

As I was waiting outside for Professor Snape, Malfoy and his gang came and stood next to me. He clicked his fingers and they all went and did something else. "Sit next to me in Potions today. We need to talk about certain things." He demanded and walked off before I could reply. I sighed and went in as Snape walked in. I took my seat at the back of the classroom and Draco came and sat next to me. We received odd looks from others, but between his cold stare and my resting bitch face, they all looked away. "Today, we will be doing theory work with who you are sitting with. By the end of the lesson, you will be able to tell me the uses of Wolfsbane, Draught of Living Death, and Veritaserum. Understood?" Snape drawled in his monotone voice. We all nodded and got to work. "Want to explain to me what the hell you are doing wearing your skirt that short?" Draco hissed at me as I started writing down the uses of Wolfsbane. "I wear it like this everyday, Malfoy. You know this." I said as I rolled my eyes. Draco let out a sigh of anger as he started writing down what we needed as well. "How about why you were with Zabini last night, past curfew? I know you weren't studying." he queried. "How do you know I was with Zabini? Also, what I do with my life is none of your concern. If I wanted to have fun with Zabini, I could. You don't control my life Draco!" I whisper yelled as I got up, handed my finished essay and my homework in, and left to go to my dorm. I was so frustrated with Draco at the moment. Honestly, who does he think he is? Thinking he can control my life and what I do. I got out of my school uniform and changed into my black ripped skinny jeans, my Machine Gun Kelly shirt, Rap Devil hoodie and my combat boots. I put my hair into two braids, and put on my EST 19XX bandana. I grabbed my firebolt and my wand, going out into the corridors before mounting my broom and flying out of the window.

I flew around the castle, over the trees of the forbidden forest, and then to the Quidditch grounds, where I lazily floated in the air, casting random spells and practicing for our charms quiz later this week. After about half an hour of flying around, another person joined me. I looked over to see the ever so annoying Draco Malfoy flying next to me. I rolled my eyes, not ready for another argument with him, and slowly started flying away. It started to drizzle as I was flying around so I decided to just take it slow. Malfoy was still following me, which was making me even more pissed off. "And what in the world could you possibly want now Malfoy? Haven't you got Pansy to go and be with?" I asked him, letting my anger seep through my words. He looked shocked, but quickly recovered as he replied with a witty comment. "I really don't want to be around that clingy bitch. I would rather annoy you to the point of breaking." I sighed and flew down to the ground, heading off towards the castle. "We aren't done with our talk yet little miss." He yelled as he sent our brooms to their respective places, picked me up, and apparated to his dorm. "What the bloody hell are you doing you numpty?" I questioned as he cast the Muffliato charm on his dorm. I rolled my eyes at the fact that of course the Prince of Slytherin got his own dorm, and went and sat on the couch. He walked over to his bed, took off his shoes, socks and his jumper, loosening his tie before lying down and motioning for me to join him. "I'd rather not thanks." I said icily as I turned back to the fire and continued to stare into it. I heard him sigh loudly in annoyance before he went quiet. After an hour of nothing being said between us, I sighed and finally joined him on the bed after taking my shoes and socks off.

"Why aren't you talking to me anymore Emma? We used to talk everyday before the holidays, and now you are just ignoring me and swanning around with other guys that aren't me. What's going on?" He asked me as he put my hood of my jumper down. I looked at him and saw that he truly was hurt, but I honestly did not feel sorry for him at this moment. "You know what you did Malfoy. You know why I'm not talking to you. You don't control my life, and if I choose to go around enjoying myself with other men, then I can. And you can't stop me Malfoy. It was YOU who made the decision to join in with your stupid friends when they gang bashed Jason. It was YOU who had no intention of stopping them. It was YOU who I thought would have the common sense to realise what you were doing. But you didn't. You fucked up. You just can't accept that. So no, I will not stop messing around with Zabini or anyone else I want to." I finished my rant and wiped away the tears that I wasn't even aware were falling down my face. I went to go get off the bed and leave when I felt Draco's hand wrap around my wrist and pull me into a hug. "I am so sorry for what I did Emma. I know I can't fix it. I know that what I did was irreversible and I can't take it back. If I could have done anything to help, you know I would have. I am so sorry for what I did and I want you to forgive me so bad. I know that you hate me right now and I shouldn't be trying to control who or what you do. I just want us back. I want you to be mine the way we were before I fucked up. Please Emma. Please give me one more chance." he started trembling as he spoke and I knew the tears were going to start soon. I pulled back from the hug and wiped his tears. I noticed he had rolled up his sleeves, and when I looked down I recoiled from his touch as if it had suddenly become acid and was melting my skin. He noticed and then realised why I had.

"HOW COULD YOU DRACO?! YOU PROMISED ME YOU NEVER WOULD. YOU SAID YOU WOULD RATHER DIE THAN GET THAT DONE!" I yelled as I got up an went to leave. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY FROM ME EMMA! I HAD NO FUCKING CHOICE! HE WAS GOING TO KILL ME IF I DIDNT. I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU, BUT YOU JUST WOULDNT FUCKING TALK TO ME. IT'S BAD ENOUGH BOTH OF OUR FATHERS ARE WITH HIM. IT'S EVEN WORSE THAT NOW WE BOTH HAVE OUR MARKS!" He yelled as he grabbed my arm and pushed up the sleeve of my hoodie. I ripped my arm away and glared at him. "DON'T YOU DARE BRING MY FATHER INTO THIS! I SWORE WHEN I TOOK THE MARK THAT NO ONE WOULD KNOW. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME AND MY BROTHERS TO HIDE IT FROM PEOPLE? YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE IN THE SCHOOL THAT KNOWS DRACO! SO DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO TURN THIS ON ME!" I retorted. His face was red with rage as he tried to think of a reply. I was so prepared for him to yell at me, so when he kissed me, I was shocked. This wasn't the slow, gentle kind of kiss either. This was the rage filled, passionate, demanding type of kiss that sent shivers down my spine. He picked me up and threw me on the bed, climbing back on top of me as I threaded my hands through his hair. He bit my bottom lip and I moaned into the kiss. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth as his hands slowly trailed down my body, sending electric shocks through my body wherever he touched me. He pulled my hoodie off and discarded it somewhere in the room, along with my shirt. I loosened his tie enough that I could pull it off, before ripping off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. He smirked at me before dipping his head down between my breasts, leaving kisses all over my chest as he unclasped my bra and threw it somewhere in his room.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and started sucking on it whilst playing with the other. I moaned when he bit my nipple as it sent a pleasurable pain through my body. His hands trailed down as he came back up to kiss me, undoing my belt in the process. He took of my jeans and my panties before I flipped us over and took control. I took off his belt, jeans and boxers, and threw them somewhere in his room, not really caring right now. I looked up into his lust filled eyes as I slowly made my way down to his cock, leaving love bites all over his hips as I went. I licked and sucked on the tip, keeping eye contact the whole time. Draco moaned out in pleasure, and I was glad he had cast that spell. I slowly started taking him in, inch by inch, until I had all of him in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down as Draco laid back, moaning in pleasure beneath me. I pulled off and slowly licked him from base to tip, tasting his precum before going back down. I went faster and faster as I started pumping him as well, trying to get him to his climax. "Ahh. Shit. Emma! I'm g- gonna --" He emptied his load into my mouth before he could finish his sentence. I swallowed it all and licked him clean before showing him. "Holy fuck." He whispered as I moved on top of him. I smirked and then giggled as he rolled us over so he was on top.

He slowly started kissing down my neck, sucking on a few spots to mark his territory. I moaned as he found my sweet spot and I felt him smirk against my skin. He continued sucking on that spot, leaving a dark purple hickey on my pale skin. He then continued his journey down to my core. He kissed my inner thighs, and made his way up to his destination. He licked a long strip up my heat as I let out a long, loud moan. He put my leg over his shoulder and then put his tongue inside my heat. I was in heaven. He slowly started working his fingers in as well as his tongue and it felt so good. I was moaning and biting my lip, trying not to scream out from the pleasure that I was receiving from him. I threaded my hands through his hair and was tugging so hard, I was surprised I didn't rip his hair from his scalp. Draco started to rub his thumb against my clit and within a few seconds, I reached my climax, moaning out Draco's name as I came down from my high. I pulled him up and kissed him long and hard. I then put his fingers in my mouth and licked them clean. Draco groaned at the sight, and his eyes darkened even more. "Fuck me Draco. Now." I demanded as I laid down on his bed, stretching out on his silk sheets. That was all Draco needed to lose all control. He slammed into me, hitting my spot right on the first time. I screamed out as he thrusted hard and fast, continuing to hit my spot dead on. Our kisses were filled with passion as our tongues danced and our bodies collided. I was reaching my climax. I could tell that Draco was as well. I tightened my walls around him and he started get sloppy with his thrusts. I screamed out his name as I reached my climax and he did the same as he reached his. We rode out our highs before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to me. I tried to catch my breath as he pulled me into his arms, putting the sheet over us.

"Well, if that's a way to get rid of our anger, I suggest we do it more often." Draco spoke, panting as he also tried to catch his breath. I looked up at him and grinned, nodding my head in agreeance with him. He kissed the top of my head, wrapped his arms around me, and held me as we fell asleep. We would deal with the hell that was to come for the both of us in the morning. But for now. Sleep.

This is so bad. I’m sorry

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