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#i'm supposed to be writing you be my fire and i'll be your gasoline but i couldn't stop thinking about this
theaudacitytowrite · 2 years
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Congratulations on 1k Followers 😍😍😍💚 your writing is truly amazing 🥰
May I request some fluff with our favourit trickster God? 😍 Using the promts:
22 "you look cold, come here"
26 "shh, get some rest, I'll take care of everything"
50 "you don't look too well"
If you're putting some angst in there as well I wouldn't complain to be honest 😅 but I'm in dire need of a happy and fluffy ending 🥰 thank you so much!
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Ahhhhh thank you so much! Thank you so much, for your request as well 💚
Hell yeah, I can do that for you! I hope the ending is fluffy enough... I didn't know how to make it fluffier 🙈 And I changed #26 a lil 😬
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The wind was howling around your ears. Every step you took, took extra effort, the wind trying to push you back with all its might. Your head was low as you tried to get as little snow into your eyes as possible.
The mission had started perfectly fine, Loki and you had no problems intruding into the ice-covered lair. You had made swift work out of the enemies who were guarding the stolen serum. But when you hurried back to your Jet, new enemies appeared from out of nowhere. You hadn’t even reached the jet when one of them had hit the tank, the gasoline pouring out of it quickly. Another shot at the body of the jet and the sparks ignited an ocean of flames, encasing your only way out from this icy hell.
After you had put down the last remaining attackers to sleep, Loki immediately send a distress signal to Stark who informed both of you of a suitable collection point not too far away. There you were supposed to wait until Tony could pick the both of you up before the oncoming storm got too heavy.
Walking through the icy and snow-covered field your limbs began to grow heavy. Every muscle in your body was starting to become numb as the cold air mercilessly encased you, cooling you down further. Your head pounded as the cold wind tortured your sinuses. You silently begged for Tony to appear in front of you so you could finally get some much needed rest.
“It's another mile," Loki screamed against the wind in hopes you could hear him. As he turned around to you his face fell. You were as white as the snow surrounding you. Your feet dragging through the snow as you were too weak to raise them properly.
"Y/N, are you ok?" he asked worried, stepping towards you, "You don't look too well."
You slowly raised your head, your limbs felt like they were already frozen. Loki’s eyes darted to your side and your hands that clutched it tightly, trying to hide the crimson patch that grew on your suit.
“Y/N?!” was the last thing you heard before your knees buckled and you fell onto the ground. Your eyes fell shut.
“Hey, Y/N! Stay awake!” Loki was by your side in an instant, picking you up from the ground carefully. Your lips were already blue and he was shocked when his free hand caressed your ice-cold cheek.
“Tony's already on his way. Just stay with me for a little bit longer.” he pleaded with you as he wrapped you into his cloak.
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The smell of fire brought you back to your senses. You could hear the calming crackling of the wood burning. You slowly blinked your eyes open and adjusted your eyes to the dim lighting.
“Hello, sleepyhead.” Loki greeted you with a warm smile, “You had me worried there for a moment.”
“Where are we?” you croaked out, your throat feeling dry. Only then you noticed that you were laying on a bed as the mattress under you dipped when Loki sat beside you, handing you a glass of water.
“We were lucky, I was carrring you up the hill when I found this abandonned cabin not far away from our actual path. It can't be abandoned for that long, l found some wood for the fire, so you wouldn't freeze to death under my care. I could even clean your wound and heal it. Still, you should be careful for a few more days.” Loki explained, softly rubbing your arm, “How are you feeling?”
“Ok,” you whispered.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you got hit?” Loki tried to sound as calm as possible but you could hear that he wanted to scold you for being so careless.
“I didn’t want to slow us down.” you admitted sheepishly, a shudder suddenly running over your body, "And now I did anyway."
“You look cold, come here.” Loki decided to continue the scolding when you were in better shape again. Instead he leaned back onto the bed more comfortably, opening his arms as an invitation.
“Thank you, Lo.” you breathed against his chest as you gladly cuddled against him for more warmth. Loki carefully wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes grew heavy again as a worrying thought crossed your mind.
“What about Tony? Does he know where we are?" you shot up and regretted the fast motion instantly, a sting reminding you of Loki's prior words to take it easy.
“Shh, take some rest,” he gently rubbed your back, trying to calm you, “I already took care of everything. He will be here any minute now.”
"What would I do without you." you sighed deeply, resting comfortably on Loki again. His steady breathing lulling you back to sleep as he drew shapes onto your back.
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dreamymirastone · 8 months
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Alrighty, everyone. This is it. This is the last day of Calynn week. Tbh with you all, I wasn’t sure if I could do all those prompts in such a short amount of time, but here we are. I'm pretty proud of myself for it too. Hopefully, this last one will be as good as my other ones.
Feel free to let me know in the comments what was your favorite story from me down bellow (along with any positive criticisem you may have towards my writing ^^)!
With that being said, let's get right into it!
For you, I will
„Bumblekast, Gill needs some help with those crates!”
„On it!”
„Trap Shadow, bring those boxes here!”
„Already a step ahead of ya!”
„King Pen, are the Imaginators ready?”
„Of course, Flashwing is guiding them to their assigned places.”
„Awesome! Great work, everyone!”
At that moment, Cali and Flynn walk in the room and towards the resident purple dragon.
„Wowzers! For what’s supposed to be a free day, you guys sure are busy!” Exclaimed Flynn as he observed the frantic Skylanders. Cali nodded in agreement.
„I'll say. You sure you don’t need any help with anything?” Spyro shook his head.
„You shouldn’t worry about that.” He turned her offer down gently. „You’ve helped out enough already, especially during our latest adventure.” Cali looked sheepishly aside while Flynn puffed out his chest. „Besides, it only feels that way. Were many and our powers will let us finish all of this in no time!” Just then some chanting could be heard from one corner from the room.
„Burn the poster! Burn the poster! Burn the poster!” But the cherry on the top was Trigger Happy’s voice cutting through all the noise.
„TRAIL BLAZER, I FOUND THE GASOLINE!” Spyro’s face became as white a sheet of paper.
„Aaaaannnddd that’s our cue to leave!” Said Flynn as he took an equally concerned Cali’s hand. „Good luck!” But Spyro wasn’t really paying attention to them anymore.
„Y-yeah. Thanks. BYE!” Then he flew towards the commotion, hoping to stop his friends from causing their impending doom. The couple followed their own self-preservation instincts and ran out the door. When they finally stopped they were in the middle of the carnival on the Academy’s domain, trying so hard to catch their breath and attracting weird stares from the bystanders.
„...you think he can handle it?” Asked Cali as she finally straightened up and looked behind her. Flynn followed soon, putting his hands on his shoulders.
„The little guy handled almost everything thrown his way pretty well so far. I think he’ll be ok stopping a little fire accident.” Cali snorted, her gaze becoming melancholic.
„He really did, huh?” Seeing her mood dampen a bit, Flynn scratched his head before he lightened up and snapped his fingers.
„How about we check out some of the attractions here? I heard they really stepped up their game this year.” Cali snapped out of her daze and thought about it, rubbing her chin.
„Hmm, as much as I like the sound of that,” she replied, „I wanna see what the others are up to and if they need any help.” Flynn sighed and he playfully shook his head.
„Oh, Cal. I think it’s time to remind you that you have the right to relax after everything that went down. And what better to do that then to hang out with the best boyfriend of all of Skylands. BOOM!” The former explorer giggled, her mood improving already.
„Alright, fine.” She finally gave in. „We’ll be having fun only for a bit.”
5 hours after „only for a bit”
They both were laughing as they stood on one of the benches on the Academy’s rooftop.
„No way he said that!”
„Oh, he DID! Zap was lucky Hot Head was called in for a mission so he had time to run away and find a good place to hide. He managed to stay hidden long enough for the golem to get over it.” When they finally calmed down, they stood in comfortable silence, as they watched the sunset. Cali brought the plushy Flynn got her closer to her chest.
„I can’t remember the last time we had this much free time. It’s been so long since our last day off too!” Flynn couldn’t help but agree.
„Righty-o! All this evil butt-kicking can be so DRAINING sometimes. It’s good to take some time off every now and again.” Cali sighed.
„You can say that again.” Then she looked up at the sky, seeing the stars starting to come out. „The fireworks should start soon. Hugo kept telling me how great and high-quality they are.”
„They may be.” Agreed Flynn. „Although I have someone by my side that can outshine any silly little light show.” They made eye contact. This time, neither of them looked away. Flynn gently put a hand on her face and caressed it softly. Cali leaned into his gloved hand, letting out a soft purr. Then they both leaned in, their lips conecting for the very first time as the fireworks show started. They stood like that for a few moments before they pulled apart.
„Wow.” Breathed out Flynn.
„Yeah.” Came Cali’s answer. She then giggled softly. „Were STILL bad at this!” Flynn flashed her one of his smiles.
„And I say that „A” is still as good as ours.” The Mabu girl bursted out laughing. When she calmed down, she leaned on the pilot’s shoulder and enjoyed the rest of the fireworks show. „Thank you, for everything.” Flynn grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeez.
„Anything for you... my love.”
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“My dearest...“
Jaskier taps the end of his quill on his lips, watching the ink, curved into the runes of his delicate handwriting, dry slowly on the parchment. 
“My love,“ he adds, a smile playing on the corners of his lips as the runes form into words. 
It’s late at night and he’s alone in his room in the Academy, the entire wing allocated for the lecturers silent, everyone but him long asleep. 
The candlelight is not nearly enough to illuminate the entire room but all Jaskier really needs is for it to cast light onto his parchment, the flickering flame casting a distorted shadow from his quill. 
“I do hope that you’ve made it home safe and the winter had been kind to you. Now that I can call you mine, it’s truly unbearable to think that I won’t see you until spring. It’s only been a month and I already miss you so much that I know I won’t be able to let you go next time.“
Geralt did offer for the bard to come with him to Kaer Morhen this winter, for him to meet the other Wolves. 
And Jaskier would’ve gladly accepted that offer if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d already made an agreement with the Academy that he’ll be a guest lecturer on the winter term. 
“Every time I go to bed, I feel like it’s too big for me and, gods, I miss having you by my side at night.“
Jaskier leans back in his chair, bites his lip, fingers tapping on the tabletop in no real rhythm. A thought runs through his mind, making heat creep up the back of his neck.
“I couldn’t sleep yesterday, thinking about you. About the way you’d always kiss me after putting out the candles, the room so dark sometimes that I’d be unable to see you, lead by touch only. Thought about your hands all over me, impatient as always.“
Biting his lips harder, Jaskier looks away from the parchment, a little thrill going through him at the thought of Geralt reading this letter. He’s never the one to blush - Jaskier’s only seen colour in his cheeks a couple of times - but he’s sure that if he’s to choose just the right words, the witcher won’t be able to keep his usual compose. 
Feeling his breathing getting heavier, Jaskier sits up, dipping the end of the quill into ink and putting in back onto the parchment. 
“Do you think of me at night, Witcher? Do you think about my lips, my hands, the feeling of my body pressed up against yours?“
Outside, there is a snowstorm raging, knocking at the windows and howling in the corridors but Jaskier doesn’t notice any of that.
“If only we were together, Geralt, imagine. If you were here, in my bed. I have both morning and evening lectures but that would only make coming back to our bedroom feel even better, wouldn’t it? Every night when I get back, I just wish I could climb into bed with you, push you up against the headboard and saddle your hips.“
Jaskier bites the inside of his lip, undoes a few more hooks of his doublet, suddenly feeling hot. 
“Bite into your lips, deepening the kiss immediately to feel your taste, tug on your hair, coaxing all those little sounds out of you. Fuck, Geralt, if you only knew what those fucking sounds do to me. I assume, you’d be undressed by then? If not, I’d take my time with it, undoing the buttons of your shirt one by one before tossing it aside and running my hands down your chest.“
His hands are steady as always but he can still feel a little shiver run through his entire body. 
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Witcher. Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way your breath hitches when I press my lips to your neck, right under the sharp of your jaw. I’d do that over and over again, suck a bright-red mark onto your throat, sink my teeth into it to hear one of those gorgeous broken moans that you always give me.“
Jaskier breathes out a raspy “fuck”, running a hand over his neck, carotid artery beating under the delicate skin harder and harder. 
“You know how much I love how impatient you always are. How much I love making you wait, until we both break. But fuck, love, I miss you so bad that I don’t think I’d be able to take things slow, like I usually do. I’d have the patience to take my time with your clothes but after finally feeling your skin on mine, all my self-control would be gone. Do you think about the way my body feels when you can’t sleep at night? Imagine that for me. Imagine me rolling my hips against yours, letting you feel how hard I am, how much I want you.“
Jaskier can feel heat spill over his cheeks and he has to put the quill down for a moment, standing up to cross the room and crack a window open, letting in the cold winter air. He’s breathing heavily, desire and longing mixing into one on his chest. 
Tugging his doublet off completely, Jaskier tosses it to the bed, feeling like he will not survive two more months of sleeping alone, of not having Geralt next to him. It’s never been easy to part for the winter, but now, when he knows how it feels like to spend nights wrapped safely in the witcher’s arms, it’s almost unbearable. 
It takes the bard a few long minutes to recollect himself and get back to the table. 
“Would you want to take control into your own hands or be good and compliant for me? Would you prefer to watch me stretch myself open for you or do that yourself, making me moan and whimper until I grow desperate enough to fuck myself onto your fingers, trembling all over? Gods, Geralt, I could come from just your fingers if you wanted me to.”
It’s long past midnight and Jaskier knows that he’s got a lecture to teach in the morning but he also knows that sleeping is not something that he can count on tonight.
“You know how sensitive and pliant I always become after the first orgasm. Imagine fucking me when I’m like that. Imagine the way I’d arch my back and whimper, scratching your chest and shoulders raw with my nails. The way I’d kiss and bite you, painfully hard again, leaking with precome just for you.” 
When winter ends and we finally meet again, Jaskier thinks, I’m not letting you out of bed for a fucking week. 
“Would you prefer to come inside me or on my thighs, marking me with your scent? I’d let you do both, if you wanted. I’ve had enough chances to learn that you don’t know what a refractory period is, and there’s nothing that turns me on more than the thought of letting you fuck me until I’m barely conscious, until I’m so exhausted with pleasure that I pass out in your arms.“
That thought sends a weakening wave of want through his entire body, and Jaskier almost whimpers, his cock throbbing under the fabric of his breeches. He’s dying to reach his hand down, to finally touch himself but if he doesn’t finish this letter now, he never will. 
“I’d let you find out firsthand how much is too much for me. Let you have me in all the ways you want: on top of you, under, on my knees, against a wall. I don’t care if anyone would hear us but if you wanted to, I’d let you hold a hand over my mouth, keeping me quiet. Do you remember that time we fucked in an empty hallway of that manor in Cidaris after you’ve stolen me in the middle of the banquet? It still makes my knees weak to think about how unforgivably risky that was, how we could’ve gotten caught at any moment for even your hand on my lips couldn’t silence me completely.”
Trying to find something to distract himself with, Jaskier runs his hands through his hair, moaning softly. There’s probably nothing he wouldn’t give to have the witcher there with him.
“Do you think we’d be able to let each other go by morning? You know how much I love it when you leave me absolutely exhausted and kiss me all over until I fall asleep in your arms. When you run your lips and tongue over all the marks and love-bites you’ve left on me, my hands in your hair, murmuring all kinds of affectionate little things that you would never tell anyone else.“
The room is getting cold but Jaskier doesn’t feel it, barely finding it in himself to breathe. 
“When you get this letter, I want you to read it alone in your room and, when you go to bed, spend the entire night, thinking of me. Thinking of everything that you’d do to me if I was there, everything that we will do to each other when we’re finally together again. I want you to think of me every night, Witcher. Every night.“
To stop his hands from shaking, Jaskier rubs his fingers together, telling himself that he will never agree to spend the winter apart again. 
“I love you,“ he writes carefully, every rune as perfect as he can make it. “Love you more than anything in this life. More than life itself.“
As soon as the ink dries, Jaskier brings the letter to his lips and touches a soft kiss to it, knowing that Geralt will be able to pick up the scent. 
“Yours, forever and always.“
“Jaskier.“
╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗        toss a coin to your bard ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝
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romeulusroy · 4 years
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Emotional Whore (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)
Character/s: Thomas
Word Count: 1,008
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A/N: Ahh I'm sorry I've been so lacking in posts and writing!!! I thought you all deserved a non-therapy fic lol and though this was not at all any of the ideas I was planning on writing, it just sorta happened :P I don't hate it, but I'm definitely not as proud of it as other pieces. It's not my typical style, which feels a lil weird. Still, there are some lines I like a lot! This is as close to smut as I think I'll ever get, so I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient with me and my lil break. It means the world!!!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜
Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)
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Original sin. Not an act against god, but yourself. Going against every instinct, every moral standard you hold for yourself. A moment of self destruction, weakness, a lapse of judgement. Blinded by the gleam of a razor, a decision too enticing, too moronic not to give into. You spoiled him. Let him think he was the one in control, that he had power, that this could be anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck. Sweet boy, playful, but he should have known better than to fall for someone who'd rather not sink so low for him. He was the one on his knees, after all. You had ambitions, goals, wants and needs outside of being someone's emotional whore. Believing himself all powerful, all knowing, you would have thought he'd seen the signs soon enough. A life ahead of you left undecided, with no rules, no expectations. Human nature. Someone who'd shared enough nights with faces without names, this was no different.
This was another place to pass through, another person to become and shed when the time was right, another body sleep beside, nothing more, certainly something less.
Hickeys painted cross his neck. Kisses running down your back, between your thighs. Biting, nibbling, giggling between sheets, beneath the shirts you pulled off, discarding all your worries and fears, forgetting too quickly about your responsibilities. It was never supposed to last this long, go on as long as it did. An accident, the first time. A mistake. Slipping from his sheets the next morning, quiet as you could, returning before the sun peaked above the rooftops, wanting nothing more than to wash the smell of him off you. Your boss. The same man who signed your checks, at least for the time being. Taking his phone calls. Passing messages. Learning his schedule, his day to day. Pulling you through the front door, pressing you against the walls. Funny. You would have thought he tasted nothing more of whiskey and hellfire, his words nothing but blown smoke. Sweet nothings in your ear. Curious hands. Nothing but hungry, starved, willing to do anything to make your night.
It was nice, really, to be so wanted, mourned, silently searching the empty space beside him, especting your naked body, but it couldn't happen again.
Until it did. In his office. His bed. His shower before work. The back room. The fucking kitchen. Too many places, too many times a second to dress, to make yourselves presentable. Telling him what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. Needing to be pleased, praised, feed his ego before you could get what you wanted. Never what you wanted. A fling, something without a label, no strings attached. It was never a trick, a sceme, merely something dragging on, half alive waiting to die. Things like this, it made you stupid. In the heat of it all, made words trickle from your mouth, from his, that shouldn't have been said. Too used to getting his way, for the world to bend over backwards for him, you had to be the one on top, shoe him the only one in control of this was you. Put him in his place before it got away from him any further.
Two different realities.
One of passion, love, something more. Deranged. Almost felt sorry for him. Fooling himself, causing more pain than ever intended, slicing himself up with his own razors so willingly, so blindingly. The other, something to pass the time, to make things a little less lonely and a lot more exciting. Reality. It was never meant to be anything more. You knew who he was, what he did. You saw a man very different leave the bar than who walked in. How the glass smashed between his fingers, how he bit the bullet, chewed the barrel of a gun if he had to, the cold of his skin when the air changed. More enemies than friends. A wait list instead of a hit list. Too many bullets for a single body. You knew better than to play with fire when all you wore was gasoline. He could pretend to be careful. Thoughtful. Genuine. But he'd light his cigarette with the burning flesh of you without a second thought. Keep your distance. Never get too close, no matter how close you were. Not for a second believe the things he said. Rehearsed. Effortless. How many times had he moaned those same things? To how many unsuspecting bodies?
Catching eyes, attention. If it wasn't those eyes, it was his stride, that wicked look, or that egocentric way of thinking. Whatever it may be, it was a trap. A web they found themselves caught in before they even realized, believing he truly loved them, that they weren't his flavor of the week, that a man who had everything really needed them in his life. Show him how it felt. To be screwed over. A glimpse of what he put them through. Never taking no for an answer, he'd have to learn to sit and beg. This wasn't the place for you. Not the home, or the job, not a place you wanted to settle, to set root. You warned him, you'd be gone before he knew it. In the blink of an eye, and yet he was naive enough to fall. Tripping over himself, banging his head on the way down, catching it on a sharp corner. Believing sex was love, and love was sex. Try all he wanted, you knew the ins and outs of him. You knew him better than he knew himself. What would make him crumble, struggle to breathe, what made him tense, his jaw lock, what made him melt between your arms.
You never meant for it to happen, but you were glad it did.
Let him know what it felt like to be on the receiving end. Lord knows how many he left freezing in their sheets, believing what they had was anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck.
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throwaninkpot · 4 years
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What else am I supposed to do during this hiatus if not share a playlist with songs for all the Fears.
Tracklist with notes below the cut.
Turn the Lights Off -- all
Everybody likes to get taken for turns
To see how bright the fire inside of us burns
And everybody wants to get evil tonight
But all good devils masquerade under the light
Body -- The Flesh
And take my hands, they'll understand
Take my heart, pull it apart
And take my brain, or what remains
And throw it all away
'Cos I've grown tired of this body
Choke -- The Slaughter, The Desolation
Now shut your dirty mouth
If I could burn this town
I wouldn't hesitate
To smile while you suffocate and die
Wires--The Web
You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated,
I see the wires pulling while you're breathing.
You knew you had a reason,
It killed you like diseases,
I can hear it in your voice while you're speaking... you can't be treated.
Under My Skin--The Stranger
I don't think there is anyone under your skin
Like a Cheshire cat I think you're just a grin
And I can feel you laughing under my skin
And the happy palpitations are making me grin
Every Breath You Take--The Eye
I'll be watching you
(Every breath you take, every move you make)
(Every bond you break, every step you take)
I'll be watching you
(Every single day, every word you say)
I'll be watching you
(Every game you play, every night you stay)
I'll be watching you
bury a friend--The Stranger
What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
The Dismemberment Song--The Flesh
So don't you squirm!
Don't you fret
I'm not going to hurt you. . .YET!
I just feel the need to be gettin a little of you!
A lot of blood let in.
Play with Fire--The Desolation
Insane, inside the danger gets me high
Can't help myself got secrets I can't tell
I love the smell of gasoline
I light the match to taste the heat
Dog Days--The Hunt
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive
Upside Down & Inside Out--The Spiral, The Vast
Don't know where your eyes are but they're not doing what you said
Don't know where your mind is, baby, but you're better off without it
Looks like it's time to decide
Are you here, are you now, is this it?
All of those selves that you tried
Wasn't one of them good enough?
One Way or Another--The Hunt
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha
Eleanor Rigby--The Lonely
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
Angry People--The Slaughter
Ripped into a world
That doesn't want her
A beautiful girl
She's screaming already
She's learning to walk
Walking with anger
She's learning to talk
She says she hates you
She wants you to pay
For bringing her here
God's Gonna Cut You Down--The End
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Free Fallin'--The Vast
I wanna write her name in the sky
I'm gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for awhile
Now I'm free (Free fallin', now I'm free fallin', now I'm)
Sunday Morning Coming Down--The Lonely
Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
Boys Will Be Bugs--The Corruption
My mum told me that she's worried
And I couldn't give a shit
I have friends who understand me
Their names are spider, beetle, bee
They don't say much but
They have always listened to me
You're at the Party--The Spiral
Hour hand's gone and now you're feeling strange
Now your hands grow strong, your fingers long and your face, your face begins to change
You're mesmerized, you want to cover up your eyes
My Church is Black--The Dark
Some answers come from tears and from the dark
And all the signs are in the heart
Sometimes you must close your eyes
To see
Who you are
You'll Be in the Air--The Vast
Then you could tell that you are in the air
You'd feel the yawning gulf grow wider
And you'd feel the dwindling fuel for your lungs
And your breaths would slow
Under Pressure--The Buried
Pressure: pushing down on me,
Pressing down on you, no man ask for.
Under pressure that burns a building down,
Mama--The End
Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies
And right now they're building a coffin your size,
Mama, we're all full of lies
No Light, No Light--The Dark
No light, no light, no light, tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation, you wanna get it right
But, it's a conversation, I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Like Real People Do--The Buried
Why were you digging?
What did you bury
Before those hands pulled me
From the earth?
Control--The Web
I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
In a Week--The Corruption, The End
And they'd find us in a week
When the weather gets hot
After the insects have made their claim
I'd be home with you, I'd be home with you
Dirty Night Clowns--The Stranger, The Buried
In their suits, in their ties
Let them be buried, buried aliveIn their suits, in their ties
You're safe here, now you're in the clear
Now we'll eat soup and apple pies
What's On Your Mind--The Eye
I wanna know
What you're thinking.
There are some things you can't hide.
I wanna know
What you're feeling.
Tell me what's on your mind.
When He Died--All
When he died
They found a message etched into his spine
That said when he died an endless age of untold nightmares would be nigh
And the blood would make the seas run red
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Hi! This is my first writing piece I've ever posted on Tumblr so I hope you guys enjoy! Also, 18+ please this is kinda smutty! And it's heavy on the non con so please beware!
'It's been a long day,' you thought. You entered the break room without a second thought. The office was in a whirlwind today, and you missed her first break. You unbuttoned the first three buttons on your dress shirt and relaxed on the couch. Your eyes closed briefly until the door opened. It's only your boss. You relaxed when you saw that it was him. The worn out couch is barely comfortable and hurts her back. Hundreds of employees probably sat on that couch. You were just about to say something to him when he sat down.
Your heart started to beat faster from the close proximity. You had a crush on him forever. You had only had minimal conversations, before about work. Sometimes, when you were lucky you would get to have longer conversations about nothing in particular. You hoped tonight is one of those nights.
"Hey!"
Duncan blinked at greeting. The word seeming to break him out of a trance. He was so close to you that he could smell the remnants of the sweet tea you were drinking on her breath. He could see in great detail the subtle purple eyeliner coating a small portion of her eyelid that he was sure against office policy.
He shook as he stood and clicked the lock on the door in place. You were confused as you watched him do it. Your  bottom lip poked out in confusion.
“Mr. Shepherd? What are you doing?"
He didn't reply, but took a step closer to where you were seated. You stood by the ratty old couch and eyed him nervously. He could see your eyes darting to the door while your flight or fight instincts started to kick in. You were trying to think of an escape route, he realized.
"I have to be back out there in 15 minutes."
Your voice shook while you tried to push past him. He grabbed you by your shoulders. His fingertips digging into the silk material of your shirt. Your lips opened to make some sound, any sound, but nothing came out. He pushed you into the wall with no concern of anyone hearing. Your back arched and you tried to pull yourself  out of his grasp. A hand tangled into your hair and he covered your mouth with your hand. He could hear you whimpering. When he thinks back on the encounter he could probably hear you pleading from up under his hand.
"Fuck, you're so pretty."
His free hand drew a pattern down from your covered lips to the unbuttoned shirt. The shirt swallowed up your body. The tits that he was so used to seeing were modestly covered, and he was starting to hate dress code that he had created. He pulled down the shirt even more and saw a nude bra. You squirmed in his hold, but he knew that you wouldn't be able to get away.
You were weak and could barely hold a door open. He could feel her hands pressing, pushing against him. The sting of her fingernails cutting into his skin didn’t register. He'd feel them that night when he was laying in bed, but he was too lost to notice it then. He was in the zone and only thinking about the overwhelming around of arousal he was feeling.
He stared at you while he maneuvered the soft material of your bra down. Your nipples were almost always hard. He remembered that from watching you prance around the office. Your nipples straining against whatever you were wearing had always caught his attention. You had always caught his attention. His thumb brushed over the hardened nub and he could feel you try to push away from him.  The back of your head hit the wall and your eyes fluttered shut.
He thought about what he could do to you if he had the time. If you were in a relationship. He kissed your forehead, before bending down and licking at your nipples. You were shaking in his arms and he felt hot tears splashing against his hand. He should feel disgusted with himself, but he doesn't. He had heard from the grapevine that you thought he was cute. That you would fuck him if given the chance. This was supposed to happen, he theorized. This was going to happen regardless.
He pulls on the pencil skirt you had on until it eventually fell under his strength. You had on a pair of black panties with stars on them. They fit you perfectly, because you were a star in his world. One that he wanted to obtain, own, and drain all of the love out of you until you only loved him. Your skirt was thrown somewhere in the small room and his legs forced their way between yours. You were sobbing openly now. Your muffled cries were only turning him on more. He grinded his hard dick against you. His hands shook with anticipation. His button and zipper are undone within seconds. They only had about twelve minutes before you were due back at your desk..
He pushed your panties to the side and adjusted your hips. His hand disappeared into his pants to pull out his cock. You were struggling even more now, trying to delay the inevitable. His hand covered your pussy for a split second. He smirked at the wetness coat his hand. He gathered up more of the slick spilling from your dripping pussy, before wrapping his hand around his dick. He didn't want to hurt you even though you might think he does. His dick slid in with no resistance and he was startled by how you were made for him.
You were louder than you was before.
"Shut up before somebody hears you."
You can't stop the whimpering and the moaning from slipping out of your mouth. His fingers slipped from your mouth and he scrambled to covers it again. You were letting out high pitched moans and he so desperately wanted to hear you moan for him. To hear you call out his name.
A strangled groan escaped his parted lips as he settled into you. You were so tight and wet he could barely control himself.
He balanced himself on the wall and tried to breathe. It's never been like this with anyone else.
He almost came from just being in you. He's pressed himself so tightly against you that he doesn't know where he ends and you begins. He can feel your grey heels digging into his hips as he finally found a rhythm. Your mouth fell open and your tongue brushed around his hand. Your pussy seems to tighten around him everytime he moves and he's so lost in the sensation. He feels a spark of fire ignite in himself. You're like gasoline, he realized, as his head fell on your shoulder. You're holding onto him for dear life. Your fingers wrapped tightly in his hair and you pulled on it. He bit his lip to hold in his moans. Your body seized around him, your pussy started to spasm around him and with a choked cry he cums. You winced as you felt his cum coat your inner walls. He collapsed against you and nothing but gasping can be heard from the tiny room. He finally pulled himself together enough  to pull out of you.
His cum and your cum mixes together and coats your thighs. You were already feeling sore as you reached for your skirt and turned away from him.
You were rubbing your eyes and adjusting your clothes when he stopped you. He kissed you for the first time during this whole encounter and thought that maybe you could be something. You left the room with a weak and shaking left with your head hung low. You wondered if any of your coworkers had heard you and what would they think. Would they think that you were fucking the boss for a promotion?
You helping a coworker with their computer and you can feel him staring at you from his office. You shuddered and went back to your own desk. Duncan made sure to leave at same time as you and he joined you while you walked out to the office. Silence is so loud sometimes and it hangs over them. He turned to you and laced your fingers with his. You didn't pull away and you looked up at him with those big eyes that could make any man beg. He tightened his fingers around yours and you squeezed back. Maybe...just maybe they could work out.
“You know you owe me dinner right, Mr. Shepherd?”
“After that? I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Shepherd.”
“I can't believe I just let you fucked me in your office. If someone heard, Duncan, this is all of your fault.”
He rolled his eyes and held the car door open for you. Your wedding ring sparkled in the direct light of the sun.
“I love you, baby.”
I'm tagging @michael-langdon-appreciation because if it wasn't for her this wouldn't have been posted
I hope you all enjoyed it and maybe I'll post the rest I have saved up if it gets a good response. Thank you for reading!
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