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infamoustate:

An afternoon watching the birds in the trees from the second floor of the home turned into a vile sight. At first, excitement rose in his core – spreading up to form a smirk on his lips. It had been weeks since he had seen the girl, and was in desperate need to feel her touch once more. But when another man stepped out with her, his eyebrows instantly furrowed – excitement turning into pure rage. 

He tried to calm himself down, convince himself that it was just a brother or a friend – until they began to lock lips. At this point, his blood was absolutely B O I L I N G. Intentions of W R A T H burning in his mind; fists automatically clenching.

The ghost watched the other’s hands search  H I S girl’s body, much like his had done only a month prior. He thought they had a connection – something deep and dark, even a little passionate that only T H E Y could share. The boy thought they were an I T E M, a couple – or pair, in the least. They were more than friends, or so he though.

When he spied the two making their way to the door, he quickly made way to the first floor, waiting for the knock. Time seemed as if it were slowed – he felt his heart pounding against his rib cage; swearing that his vision was blurring a bright red – complete R A G E.

Then he heard it; the slow careful knock. He didn’t want to open the door, he didn’t want to have to deal with the inevitable. But he had to.

Palms grasping the door knob, he slowly twisted it open and pulled the door back. As soon as he laid eyes on the pair, his arms folded over his chest, expression anything but pleased. 

“Who’s this?” Tate asks, voice holding no emotion. “You never brought him up before..” Though his words were calm and quiet, they were still laced with such a toxic venom. 

She could tell by just watching him that he was burning with rage and he was obviously upset. Zoe’s hand found Evan’s hand, holding him tight to her as she let out a long sigh. “Well, this is Evan, my boyfriend Tate. Evan, this is Tate, the guy I was talking about.” 

She looked up at him and he kissed her nose, before she looked at Tate with a huge smile on her face, but it faded, coughing softly. “Sorry, we just met, well we met like three or two weeks ago.” Evan smiled down at her as his hand moved from her’s too her ass with a smirk, looking over at Tate, mouthing. “Mine.” 

Fuck, now real shit is going to start, Zoe hadn’t seen what Evan did, but she proceeded to pull through Tate with Evan. He walked right behind her and against her, like his hands were on her hips with him pressed against her. 

She walked over to Tate when he closed the door, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly, standing on her tippy toes with a smile. “Hi Tate!!”

#infamoustate #❀ ▒ “ᵃˢ ˡºⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸºᵘ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᵉ ͨᵃⁿ ᵈº ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ.” {infamoustate} #[ SHITTTTTTTT ]

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infamoustate:

     When Zoe had pulled away, Tate’s hand jerked back – eyebrows knitting together. He was bewildered, confused on how quick her mood had changed. Part of him was angry – she had W A N T E D this – but the other half of him knew this was her first time doing anything violent by her own yearning. She was probably confused, in shock. It would surely come to pass though. She’d want more, sooner than later. He knew it.

    Sighing, he pulled himself to his feet – quickly wiping the blood from himself as well. After he was cleaned enough, he tugged back on his pants and shirt, and made his way to his closet. The least he could do was offer her something to wear – did just help him commit a murder. 

     He quickly went through his clothes, pulling out a shirt and some boxers that would end up fitting her like shorts. They weren’t the cutest clothes for a girl, but at least they weren’t covered in blood. 

     Placing the clothes on the bed next to her, he bent down, moving hair that had fallen in her face. “Go take a shower. Relax, okay?” His eyes darted around the room before they landed back on her. “I’ll clean up in here while you’re doing that.” 

     Tate went to stand up, but quickly returned to the squatting position he was in. “No one will find out. They never do, they never will. Your secrets are safe with me.” He smiled softly, almost apologetically. This behavior from him was anything but typical, but the last shred of morality he had wanted to comfort and protect her.

She accepted his act of kindness towards her, which created a smile upon her lips. She slowly got up, wobbling because of her legs, they were sore. She hurt in between and she was definitely not surprised.

FAST FORWARD

It had been a month since Hannah had seen Tate. Yeah, she definitely missed him, but now she’s got her own distraction. His name was Evan and he was extremely gorgeous, she was more than in love with him. She had asked him to take her to that house and of course he agreed with no questions.

Zoe slipped on a skirt with a blouse, pulling on stockings and her boots. She looked cute and very Zoe like.

As they reached the front of the house, she just smiled looking at it before leaning over to him and kissing him passionately. She felt his hands grab her waist to pull her on top of him unexpectedly, a smile still on her face, letting her hips grind into him. Her tongue was playing with his and their lips weren’t planning on pulling away anytime soon. 

After around fifteen minutes, she buttoned up her blouse, nothing happened, they just made out and he left marks on her skin. She hopped out of his car and he followed behind, his hands on her ass when they walked to the door, a slow careful knock. 

#infamoustate #❀ ▒ “ᵃˢ ˡºⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸºᵘ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᵉ ͨᵃⁿ ᵈº ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ.” {infamoustate} #[ OHHHH SHITTTT ]

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#❀ ▒ “ᵃˢ ˡºⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸºᵘ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᵉ ͨᵃⁿ ᵈº ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ.” {infamoustate}

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infamoustate:

     As soon as she had came, an abrupt maneuver of his hips sent him flying to cloud-nine; cumming hard inside of her – panting loudly. At this point, his head felt like it was going to rupture, and he collapsed on the bed beside her – blacking out for only a mere second or two before he came back to the surface of reality. 

     When she had mentioned that she hurt, Tate couldn’t help but provide another wicked grin. “That’s kinda the point.” 

     But part of him felt like an ass for having said that. “Fine..” he mumbled, pulling himself to his feet. “I will be be back, okay?” 

     The ghost found himself in the bathroom, catching his reflection in the mirror. His hair and skin were stained red, his eyes had formed dark bags underneath from losing so much blood – and he looked more pale than usual. Turning his attention elsewhere, he grabbed a cup from the counter, filled it with warm water; then grabbed a small hand towel on his way back to his room.

     Upon arrival, he placed the cup and towel down on the end table, and sat on the bed next to the girl, a small, weak smile dancing on his lips. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give a little in return…” The words he had spoke were calm, soothing almost, even after all of the bloodshed he’d just made happened. 

    Dipping the hand towel in the water, he rung it out before bringing it to the girl’s body, gently wiping away all of the blood. “I will get the body out of here in a minute. Right now, let me clean you up.” He smirked, admiring her body as he continued to clean her. “You’re so gorgeous..” He whispered. “My dark beauty..” 

She frowned when he said that and when he left she just laid there, a sigh escaping her lips. She was happy and she was tired after everything they just did, her mind was also very foggy with thoughts once again. Her bare body, covered in blood just laid there on his bed and once she saw him her face lit up.

The warm water was blissful against her skin as her eyes fluttered close, her face facing him, listening to his words that rang peacefully throughout her ears. “You’re really perfect Tate...” She managed to let out a giggle. 

Her hair was all messy and her hand had gone cold from blood loss. Her eyelashes fluttered back open to meet eyes with the dead, blonde boy. She was in pain still and she started to feel bad, feel terrible, it was her first time hurting someone, well second considering her powers. Tears started to fall down her face in front of him before turning to face her back towards him, whimpers escaping her lips.

She pulled away from him as if he was going to hurt her, she knew he would never. Her hands pulled the blankets over herself, to cover her body.

#infamoustate #❀ ▒ “ᵃˢ ˡºⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸºᵘ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᵉ ͨᵃⁿ ᵈº ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ.” {infamoustate} #tw: bloodplay mention #MY HEART #WHY

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#OH MY GOD #HUSBANDDD #❀ ▒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡºⁿᵈᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳfʳᵃⁿᵏᵉⁿ ᵐºᵈᵉˡ ❜ {kyle}

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When people talk about Evan

But they end up talking about Emma Roberts and his relationship

(source)

#SORRY I LOVE THIS

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infamoustate:

Rapturous thrill coursed through every fiber of his being, every inch of his body tingling with lascivious intent. When her sweet, sugar coated words filled the air between them – it only motivated his thirst, intensified his hunger. Little did she know, she was provoking the beast with exactly what he wanted to hear.

He completely transfixed himself into her, hips not slowing whatsoever – blood from both of their bodies mixing, heating up. Tate began to become short of breath – taking a sharp breath of air before muttering out her name. “Z-z.oe..” The ghost wanted to say more, but he was so lost in their actions – his head spinning from shear pleasure.

With every beat of his heart, more thick, crimson liquid seeped from his wounds; the visual of it evoking a noise that could only be described as pure smut.

He leaned down, lapping at the girl’s chest with desperation – blood coating his tongue. One hand found itself back around her throat, grasping it quite roughly. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby.” 

It had only been a few minutes, and he felt himself getting close – a knot forming in his lower stomach. But he wouldn’t allow himself to cum until he made her, feeling as though it’d be the most appropriate. 

She listened to his words, but she didn’t watch him do it, she loved to hear it, to hear him enjoying it so much. Her head tilted back as he grabbed her neck, a moan escaping her lips before a louder one proceeded after. Her mouth was left agape and her body was moving with his hips.

Everything was so perfect, so rough and so bloody. She would never expect herself to like it this way, ever. It was different and other people would obviously see it as a disgrace. Her mind was foggy with thoughts again before she felt his lips as if it was a wake up call to pay attention with the body above her, taking control of her petite body.

She fluttered her eyes open to watch, feeling herself become so tight, she was throbbing for him in fact and god did she want to cum already. Her hands gripped his back, sliding them down with force to leave marks, gasping. “I-I’m going t–” Not even finishing her sentence, she came, holding her breath as she did, just to give herself a head rush. It was so relieving and amazing, her eyes closing once again, out of breath. “T-Tate... I hurt...”

#infamoustate #❀ ▒ “ᵃˢ ˡºⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ʸºᵘ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᵉ ͨᵃⁿ ᵈº ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵈᵃʸ.” {infamoustate} #tw: violence mention #{tw;bloodplay} #tw: bloodplay mention #{tw;violence} #nsfw #tw: smut

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#❀ ▒ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ 'ⁿ ᵃ ʷ'tcʰ ᵈ’ˢᵍᵘ’ˢᵉ {mirror} #❀ ▒ ᵗʰ'ˢ ʳºᵃᵈ ᵍºᵉˢ ᵗʷº ʷᵃʸˢ {zyle} #❀ ▒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡºⁿᵈᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳfʳᵃⁿᵏᵉⁿ ᵐºᵈᵉˡ ❜ {kyle}

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#❀ ▒ ʸºu ͨᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵈʳ'ⁿᵏ ºʳ f'ᵍʰᵗ ʸºᵘʳ ᵃ ˡ'ᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇitch {ooc}

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youfuckingfiend:

He didn’t know what to expect from her, but he assumes that she can’t give him too much grief, being a guest of another within these walls. Truth be told, it’s up for speculation whether or not he and Madison would continue on with these little meetings, but we believe that as long as those percocets are in her possession to give him, he’ll be there. It’s not that the girl it’s pretty, and not too bad of a lay, either… But he doesn’t really know what else the two would have in common other than sex and drugs to form a substantial relationship otherwise. It’s not that he’s opposed to relationships altogether, he just hasn’t met anyone thus far that’s made him want to settle. His lifestyle isn’t exactly one that a woman takes to easily, likely burdened with thoughts of backstage events and girls drooling over him from every corner. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it, either…so one would have to be pretty special for him to abandon his ways. He’ll shake her hand, small and lithe in comparison to his own, and it makes him feel as though he were greeting a child—not in the belittling way, but kind of an adorable way. “Nice to meet you, Zoe.. I’m always the most alive this time of night, can’t sleep worth a shit if I tried.” With a chuckle, he’ll pull his paw from hers, snatching cigarettes from his jacket pocket and lighting one. “I was gonna get out of here, just to keep from disturbing the peace, but…” Smirking lips puff around the cigarette, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth, “I’ll stick around if you want a little company..and a little bourbon?” Not exactly the drink of choice for a young girl, he imagines, but he knows there’s definitely some in that cabinet in the kitchen downstairs. 

She watches as he lights his cigarette, already observing his personality and figuring out what he was doing around here this late. He seemed nice. Well just from so far what she’s heard and the cigarette part doesn’t even push her away from him. It was something Madison did and she got used to it fast. As she listened to his offer, she needed to debate first, it was really late, yet she would not mind at all having company from a attractive young man. There’s a smile appearing on her lips, already showing her answer as she gazes up at him like a little puppy. “I’d actually enjoy to have you stay for a while. If you’re going to come back, I’d like to know you.” Her hand lifts up as she points down the stairs, directing him to where it would be. They usually used alcohol substances for spells or some sort of bitchcr– witchcraft or Zoe would watch Madison grab anything she could to get her skinny, white body something to consume. “Here... Come follow me.” Her small hand found his hand as she started to pull him behind her petite form. Her feet took small steps down the stairs and onwards towards a cabinet, the sound of boots behind her. Zoe looked up at the glass to see it was all the way at the top of a shelf, so she wasn’t even going to try and embarrass herself. She knew she couldn’t get it, even if she stood on her tip toes with her hands reached as far as they could. “It’s all the way at the top and as you can tell, I can’t get it...” Her eyes gazed up at him, her bottom lip slightly sticking out with a soft chuckle, everything was a whisper.

#youfuckingfiend #❀ ▒ ' ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ 'ᵐ ᵃ ʷ’ᵗͨʰ {main verse} #{honestly i think i made zoe too cute} #{too innocent and petite like a puppy dog}

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youfuckingfiend:

Christ, walking out of one broad’s room only to smirk at another. Broad shoulders, leisurely lean, dimpled mouth.. Adonis, shipped right out of Greece and delivered to the front door of a girl’s boarding school—or so he was told. Are we surprised this is where we’ve found our musician? Not at all. Not that he minds being under the paparazzi’s radar, as sneaking into an all girl’s school after hours wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s done! His hand is taken off the railing of the stairs, booted footfalls trekking a step or two closer to hear her better. “That makes both of us..” Thoughts at night, that is..except his run on the more carnal edge of the spectrum; his hunger is under wraps for now, having fed before he and Madison crossed paths..and for the sake of this young girl, he’s grateful that he did. There is a distinct scent that crawls through the halls of this house, attached to Madison, and now this girl.. The creature’s senses provide him the knowledge that these girls are not normal–possibly not human, but he wouldn’t be so quick to ask this petite one before him. Not just yet. “I don’t blame you.. We weren’t exactly quiet in there.. That girl’s got the voice of an irish wolf hound and doesn’t know how to whisper.” He’ll snort playfully, extending a hand to her. “……or maybe a chihuahua. I’m Adam..and you are?”

Zoe should’ve got mad at him for being in their boarding school so early, but she really didn’t want a bad first impression if he was going to make this a routine. Her eyes once again trailed down him then back up, she was getting a good observation of him? No, she was interested? No. That was the last thing she could even think of at the moment considering the incident that had went on at home, she was never planning of bringing that up and definitely not to some stranger lurking in the halls of her school. But, he was attractive, she wasn’t going to lie to herself. Zoe cringes with a soft laugh as she listens to him, shaking her head before slowly taking his hand and shaking it gently. She notices that her hand was awfully small to his, making her giggle again, “I’m Zoe, nice to meet you Adam. On this fine morning? It’s like one in the morning, I’m not even tired.” She shrugged hand still in his.

#youfuckingfiend #❀ ▒ ' ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ 'ᵐ ᵃ ʷ’ᵗͨʰ {main verse} #{i absolutely adore your writing ^.^} #{i'm very interested in this plot though.}

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WITCHES

“Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust a Witch”.

#❀ ▒ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ 'ⁿ ᵃ ʷ'tcʰ ᵈ’ˢᵍᵘ’ˢᵉ #❀ ▒ ᵍ’ʳˡᵖᵃʳᵗˢ {isms}

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youfuckingfiend:

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He stands on the other side of the threshold, quietly whispering into the witch’s bedroom with a grin upon his face; flushed pink, messy hair.. There’s very few things that happen inside of the starlet’s bedroom, and we can safely say that percolates just accompanied whatever debauchery took place. He’s discrete about closing the door, not wanting to be rude during these late hours, but upon turning to descend the stairs, he realizes that he’s not alone in that hall. With the fluid turn of a feline, a tall and imposing form leisurely cups the head of the banister, tilting his head. “…did I wake you?” You mean we, Adam? Did WE wake you.

It was very late and Zoe was extremely tired, but of course she couldn’t have any source of rest, too much on her mind. It was as if her mind was just burning and there was no way to stop it, to heal it and on top of that there was a ruckus going on next to her. She wasn’t really sure what she had heard, but she wanted to make sure someone wasn’t getting hurt and everyone was okay, even if it was Madison Montgomery she needed to check on. Her hands lithely shrug the blanket off of her, bare feet touching the cold, wood floor. As a hand reaches for the door knob to turn it and open it out to the hallway, the noises stop, but Zoe was still curious. Nothing ever stopped her. As her petite form made it down the hallway she was caught to see a man–– a boy–– a young man? Whoever it was, it was too late for visiting hours. As if they got any at all. Her hands cross over her chest, finally stepping into the light, looking at him with a tired expression. “No– No! I was already awake, I think about a lot of things at night.” She shrugged her shoulders as her eyes wandered over him, getting a good look before looking up at him again, she was short, but fearless. “I just had to make sure no one was in harm... Who are you?” Her head tilted, letting her honey brown locks fall to the side asking curious questions.

#youfuckingfiend #❀ ▒ ' ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ 'ᵐ ᵃ ʷ’ᵗͨʰ {main verse} #[ sorry if it's so long!!!}

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no kyle 

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#❀ ▒ ʸºu ͨᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵈʳ'ⁿᵏ ºʳ f'ᵍʰᵗ ʸºᵘʳ ᵃ ˡ'ᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇitch {ooc} #❀ ▒ ˢᵉˡf ᵖʳºᵐº #❀ ▒ ᵐʸ ᵇˡºⁿᵈᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳfʳᵃⁿᵏᵉⁿ ᵐºᵈᵉˡ ❜ {kyle} #{10/10 would recommend} #{go follow them nowwwww}

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coven caps 3-4/♛ 

#❀ ▒ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ 'ⁿ ᵃ ʷ'tcʰ ᵈ’ˢᵍᵘ’ˢᵉ {mirror}