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calamiitywrites · 7 years ago

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Bubble Bath - JARED LETO X READER

AUTHOR’S NOTE; I got really bored today and wrote a little extended imagine for this gif imagine that I saw. @fanalityfiction I hope you don’t mind I extended this. I just put a random twist on it because i was bored haha! hope it’s ok!

The work day was extremely unkind to you and the feeling of exhaustion plagued your body like a disease. What was it about this work week in particular that drained you so much? It was as if the cosmic balance targeted you without a hint of remorse.

Your body slid sluggishly into the driver’s seat of your car and the distant sound of the radio caught your ears. It was still programmed on a station you were listening to that morning and even though it was playing a song you didn’t know, you didn’t bother to change it. Instead, you exited your work parking lot and proceeded to make your way home.

The drive was peaceful and the ride was smooth, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that gripped your insides. your stress had focused itself inward to the point that even though you had left your job, the stress of work was still there. Truth be told, you were too tired to deal with your stress and you were too emotionally dehydrated to even think of tackling your depression. So you simply allowed yourself to feel numb throughout your journey home.

Before you realized it, you had pulled into the drive way of your home, but you didn’t get out of the car after you put it in park. For a fragment of a second you couldn’t move or think, you just sat there in wonder. How long had you been living here; in the home of Jared Leto? Correction; how long had you been living in ONE of the homes of Jared Leto? How long had the two of you been dating? How long had he been away on tour, or a movie, or an event. Did the world truly believe that he was dating a vallery kaufman? How long could you two keep up a charade before people found out? The infamous Jared Leto was in love with a normal girl; not a model, not a singer, not an actress and definitely not a rich celebrity; just a normal girl. Would they hate him or judge him if they knew the truth? Would they hate you? - Too many questions that had no real answers. What did it really matter right now? You were home, you were tired and more than anything you were alone. For all intensive purposes Jared Leto was dating Vallery Kaufman. She was beautiful, thin, perfect and rich; everything the public wanted for him. Who were you to get in the way of that?

A half hearted smile tarnished your lips as you emerged from your car. Your thoughts had gotten the better of you again, but you refused to indulge them today. Your body moved lifelessly towards the front door as you held your shoes in your free hand. It was 6:45 in the afternoon and all you wanted to do was tuck yourself away from the world, but you stopped in the open doorway upon seeing Jared standing in the middle fo the room in his briefs and a red, gray and blue plaid shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you questioned while closing the door behind you and setting down your shoes. He moved closer to you slowly without answering you.

“Does Vallery know you’re here?” you questioned again, and he stopped briefly. His eyes rolled in annoyance before he moved again, this time closing up the space between you both. It was a petty question; you could admit that, but it was a justified question. Vallery was aware of her role and she placed the public girlfriend part well, but the time she spent with him was very much authentic and you weren’t the type to share something important to you; that included Jared.

His eyes scanned your frame slowly before he unbuttoned your slacks. They were loose fitting so it didn’t take long for them to fall to your feet. His shoulders pulled back and his eyes stayed fixed on your underwear as if he ere appraising them. You figured they looked familiar to him considering he was the one who had originally gifted them to you. A soft smile played on his lips before he went to work unbuttoning your blouse.

“Did anyone see you come here?” You questioned only for him to ignore you again. His body moved slowly behind yours and his hands pushed down your shoulders taking the opened shirt with it. The silence nearly drove you insane but at the same time it was calming. He circled you again and this time his eyes studied you as if he were looking for something.

“You’re tired.” He said simply while furrowing his eyebrows. His look confused you because it held a mixture of emotions. It seemed concerned and displeased all at the same time.

“It was a really long day, Jared.” You stated nearly sarcastic and in a voice that personified annoyance. His jaw tightened and his lips parted for a second before closing again. He was irritated.

However, you weren’t in the mood to explain your current depression with him or break down your irrational thoughts that fueled your rising anxiety. You just wanted to feel something close to you; something warm.

HIs hand reached for your bra, but your upper half inched backwards just enough to be out of his reach. To your surprise he frowned and his eyebrows furrowed again. You couldn’t tell what emotion he was feeling this time, but before you could fully read him, he reached out further. This time, his fingers latched onto the middle section of your bra and pulled you closer. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he pulled at your hair tie and released it from its bun. Absently, your fingers found themselves hanging on to the half buttoned plaid shirt that lightly hung from his body. As if he could read your mind, he undid the 4 buttons at the bottom of his shirt that kept it from flying open and exposing his frame and you smiled.

His hand moved up your neck, to your jaw and finally his fingers laced themselves into your hair. With a gentle tug he pulled at it before pulling you into his arms. You appreciated the bareness of him but you were more satisfied when you felt his plaid shirt fall to the floor. He held you against him in the middle of the room for a few minutes as if he were never planning to let you go. When he finally did pull away you couldn’t stop yourself from frowning. His eyes locked with yours and he suddenly began lowering himself to one knee. Slowly, his index fingers slid up your legs on either side and planted themselves in between the fabric of your panties and your skin. He took his time to pull them passed your legs and down to your feet. The fact that his eyes remained on yours as he did this made you bite your bottom lip.

“Kiss me.” you requested. His eyes shifted to the side and he smiled before sliding his eyes from the tips of your toes to between your legs as if he were surprised. His head leaned forward and his lips were on your skin. He didn’t hesitate to connect his lips to the delicate skin between your legs and you moaned. Your body began to bend at the knee in response to the pleasure of him, but his hands gripped the back of your thighs to keep you in place. A hum left his throat and resonated through his lips before he stopped.

“Such a dirty girl.” he said simply before returning to his feet. He seemed as though he had said it more to himself as a reminder rather than to grasp your attention.

“Come on.” He spoke again looking down at you through his lashes. With you in nothing but your bra and him still in his briefs, he lead you to the bathroom.

“What’s this?” You questioned while glancing over at the rather large bathtub that was currently occupied by bubbles, rose petals and steaming water.

“Take off your bra.” he requested and you tilted your head to the side. Instead of doing it yourself, you turned your back to him for him to reach the clasp. He didn’t hesitate to remove it.

“Get in.” he spoke again and you stepped inside. Truthfully, you felt as though it was just what you needed, but how did he know?

You figured he was going to leave you alone to relax, instead, he waited until you were comfortable before he removed the last remaining item of clothing that covered his skin. You bent your knees to give him space and he sat on the opposite side of the tub from you.

“I felt like shit.” you admitted casually and to your surprise he chuckled. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I just ....I feel like ....” you paused, and shrugged when you realized you couldn’t finish the sentence. You couldn’t explain the sense of dread that rippled through you, but you knew you didn’t like it.

He was patient, but his body moved closer to yours and gripped you in his arms. “Don’t worry about it.” was all he said.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 years ago

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After party for Two - A Jared Leto/Original character one shot story.

Summary: Why hang around at an after party when you can have a special one of your own with your girlfriend?

Disclaimer: I do not know any real persons mentioned in this story, which is a complete work of fiction and product of my imagination. No monies are being made off this story, and no true claims are made either. Again, it’s all just fiction, baby!

Warning - Explicitly detailed sexy time ahead. If erotica isn’t your deal, turn the car around and drive back the way you came. If however it is, keep on driving ;)

“So this was why you wanted to leave early, hmm?”

“Yeah, you got me there. After parties just get dull when you’ve been to as many as I have. Sex with you though? Well, that’s always interesting,” Jared told Lisa as they shut the door of their hotel room and then fell into a passionate kiss.

She was in Florida visiting him on tour and since he only had a week with her, there was no way he wanted to waste any time that didn’t involve them being in bed. “Now I get to do what I’ve wanted to all evening.” He then told her, stroking her legs.

“Which is?” she questioned.

“Lick you all over.” Those words? Music to her ears. He got her naked in impressive time before laying her down on the bed, his body covering hers as he laid kisses along her jawbone and stroked her arms.

“Don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?” Lisa asked as she felt his mouth gently sucking at her neck.

“We’ll concentrate on that in a bit, but for now my sole attention is you and this amazing body,” he replied, running his hands over her bare stomach and up and down her legs.

“I can live with that.” She purred, feeling his mouth once again leave hers as he did exactly what he said he would, focusing his attention on every last inch of her flesh with his mouth and hands. He took his time kissing her incredibly soft, tanned skin, feeling it shake under his lips as he hit her most sensitive spots across her collarbones, down her sides and over her stomach.

She loved the attention to detail he always paid whenever they had sex, the way he would take the time to truly make sure she was turned on instead of going in for the kill, the way he made it feel like every single last inch of her body he teased with his mouth was sacred. She felt truly worshipped by this man.

By the time he got to her pussy, Lisa was already wet from the anticipation and longing to feel his touch there, voicing her appreciation with the softest of gasps when she felt his tongue slowly lick her opening around and around, Jared feeling her wetness flow onto his tongue as he opened her to his mouth.

Licking her pussy turned him on so much, the way it drove her crazy more than anything, but also the fact he could feel her getting turned on more on so much more of an intimate level, being face to face with the fruit of her arousal as it ran into his mouth.

“You really love doing that, don’t you?” she asked, looking down at him and stroking his long mane of hair.

“Mmmhmm,” he confirmed while he sucked on her labia and clit.

“Ahhhhhhhhh, don’t stop doing that!” She panted, feeling the pressure make her pussy tingle. She lay back on the pillows and closed her eyes, her body succumbing to what his mouth inflicted upon it totally, feeling a mixture of relaxed and tense as her body loosened but her groin pulsed and tightened as a beautiful flood of pleasure rushed through it.

She began to moan more and pant as his tongue started to flick quickly over her clit, his fingers holding her lips open and pushing the veil of flesh that covered it back so her clit stood out and took every beat of his tongue directly over the very tip.

“Mmmm, yeah. That feels incredible,” she sighed as his tongue darted back and forth over her nub so fast she wondered how he could keep up such a quick pace.

“I’m glad you like it, because I plan on being down here for a long time,” he told her, briefly sliding back up her body to kiss her.

“Lucky me!” She giggled, kissing him.

“Yes you are. Mmmm, I love you so much, beautiful.” He whispered, giving her one last kiss before moving himself back between her legs, his tongue finding he clit again and sliding it flatly up and down, catching every last part of it and encasing it in hot wetness, warm breaths blasting against her soft, hot flesh as her eyes rolled back in her head from the delirious pleasure he gave her.

Sex was definitely 1000 times more erotic, more satisfying and more connected with Jared. He was just too skilled at it for his own good. True to his word he lost himself in licking her for so long Lisa was rendered a mess upon the bed, being brought to the brink of orgasm only to take the pressure off and let her simmer for a few moments before building her back up again, until she was crying out desperately, her whole body trembling as she ached to come.

“Jared, please!” she exclaimed through gritted teeth as he rolled his tongue around the tip of her clit.

“Is someone frustrated?” he asked playfully, kissing her lower abdomen.

“Frustrated? I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust if you don’t let me come!” she shrieked, making him laugh before he continued lapping at her clit.

“Oh, okay then.” He said simply as she tensed all over, pushing two fingers into her molten hot core and fucking her with them hard. The sudden intrusion to her and the subsequent pressure on her g spot made Lisa orgasm immediately, her body writhing against his mouth as the two fingers inside her circled her pussy and pushed firmly into her g spot, his tongue still working fast against her clit.

“Oh my god, ahhh, I’m gonna come again, shit!” she hollered, her body tensing painfully as a shockwave of heat ripped up through her and she came once more.

‘Damn I’m thirsty!’ Jared exclaimed as he resurfaced from between her legs and grabbed the can of coke she had been drinking earlier that day off the nightstand and gulped the lot back in one. It was flat as hell but he didn’t care. When you’re thirsty, you’re thirsty.

“I should think you are after that, damn baby you’re too good!” she exclaimed, welcoming him into her arms as he rested his head on her breasts, damp from the sheen of sweat that glistened her body. “Don’t make yourself too comfortable, I think it’s time I returned the favour.” She then added, pushing him onto his back and slowly removing his clothes.

She delighted in licking each part of him as it became exposed to her mouth, running her hands down to pull off his jeans and grey boxers and wasting no time to tease as she held the base of his cock in her hand and began to suck him from soft to very hard within minutes.

She made him so deliciously hard the head swelled and flushed purple as her tongue swirled around it, her throat eagerly swallowing back the seeped out pre cum as she plunged her mouth back down his length again, feeling it twitch at the top of her throat as its owner practically growled with lust, his hands losing themselves as they tangled in her hair.

“Mmmmm you’ve got such a perfect cock,” Lisa moaned as she slid it from her mouth, her lips slipping back over the end with a little suck as she smiled at him and then flicked her tongue back and forth over the very tip.

“And I’m glad you obviously enjoy sucking it so much. I’ve always said you look even sexier with a dick in your mouth,” he said, winking at her.

“All you boys say that.” She said in a cute voice, batting her eyelashes at him as she once again engulfed his hardness in her eager mouth, taking him so deep he could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat, her teeth softly tickling the sides of his shaft as her tongue worked in slow movements across the base, just where it joined his balls.

She thrust her tongue out harder to lick them too as she held him deep in her throat, making him shudder at what a talented girl he had to be able to do both actions at the same time. They’d only been together for five months so she was still finding ways to surprise him with her talents.

“Do you even have a gag reflex, young lady?” he asked as she finally came back up and kissed his stomach, her one hand gently rolling his balls in her palm, the other squeezing around his dick.

“Yeah, but I can control it. Just as well when I have this big thing of yours to satisfy on the regular,” she told him, giving his huge erection another firm squeeze as she ran her hand from base to head, making him groan.

“Well, yeah. No false modesty over my size here.” He said, laughing throatily and then letting out a long, gravelly sigh as her lips encased him once again. There was only so much he could take though and after another ten minutes he was getting so far gone he swore his vision was clouding.

“Lisa, come up here and fuck me, babe,” he panted, grabbing the tops of her arms and hauling her up. She needed no further encouragement and happily sat astride him and guided the head of his dick into her wetness, sliding down fully onto his length with a soft gasp, her muscles flexing on him as his dick relieved the pressure that had built up inside her, the inner craving to feel him inside her again.

“Damn, this feels so good I could blow my load right now,” he moaned, his hands running up her body to grasp her breasts and pinch her nipples

“Not yet you don’t, big fella.” She warned, rolling her hips into him and watching him close his eyes and mouth ‘oh fuck’ as her muscles gripped him harder.

She threw her head back and moaned, her hands running up and down his arms, grasping his hands, stroking her breasts before he tipped her forward and bit onto one of her nipples so hard she thought he was about to bite it off. His hips began to slam up into her hard as his arms locked around her shoulders, holding her still so she took every last inch of each hard thrust his body drove into her.

“Oh god, oh, oh fuck!” She exclaimed, feeling his teeth then bite at her neck, more gently so as not to leave a mark but still giving her that sting he knew drove her over the edge.

“You like that baby? Like it when I slam your pussy really fucking hard? Fuck, I love making you scream,” he panted in her ear, biting the lobe as he fucked her harder, hearing a shrill scream near deafen him as his lady writhed around on top of him in the throes of a white hot orgasm.

“I love how I can make you come so quickly. Hardly takes anything to get you shaking like a jackrabbit,” he said, slowing his thrusts while she recovered, gasping for breath as she shuddered against him.

“Yeah, I... I...agree.” She panted, feeling so spaced out from the pleasure that had completely washed over and consumed her she could barely string a sentence together. She silenced herself by kissing him, enjoying the feeling of his dick slowly slipping in and out of her and his hands running up and down her back.

They ground together until Jared started to moan heavily and move faster inside her, still holding her tight as his body shuddered to orgasm, losing his grip on her at the last minute as she slid off his cock and down his body, taking the head into her mouth and sucking him as he came right into her mouth, watching her swallow the stream of cum he’d shot and then lick her way back up to his mouth.

“Yeah. Definitely more fun than another after party.” He confirmed, stroking her hair and kissing her again.

The End.

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soitgoeslovely · 8 years ago

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Conquistador Masterlist

Part One

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/152584604732/conquistador

Part Two

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/152622447787/conquistador-part-two

Part Three

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/152671537892/conquistador-part-three

Part Four

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/152750328512/conquistador-part-four

Part Five

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/152837389287/conquistador-part-five

Part Six

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/152883236352/conquistador-part-six

Part Seven

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153027419597/conquistador-part-seven

Part Eight

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153072043952/conquistador-part-eight

Part Nine

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153199009722/conquistador-part-nine

Part Ten

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153286776732/conquistador-part-ten

Part Eleven

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153740283267/conquistador-part-eleven

Part Twelve

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153764436992/conquistador-part-twelve

Part Thirteen

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153884641477/conquistador-part-thirteen

Part Fourteen

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/153900170132/conquistador-part-fourteen

Part Fifteen

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/154544134802/conquistador-part-fifteen

Part Sixteen

http://waldvogelg08.tumblr.com/post/155993357652/conquistador-part-sixteen

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 years ago

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A Wedding in Tuscany - A Shannon Leto one shot request story.

Summary: Request fulfillment time! It’s Shannon and Isabelle’s wedding night and neither can wait for some alone time ;)

Warning - Explicitly detailed sexy time ahead. If erotica isn’t your deal, turn the car around and drive back the way you came. If however it is, keep on driving ;)

So, ladies. Are you ready? I don’t quite think you’re ready for the serious amount of Shan smut to follow. I um...I kinda went all out. Whoever requested it, I hope it pleases! :)

“You know, I don’t think I’d change a single thing about today, except for wishing your dress was a zipper fastening and not a corset. I know I’m not going to be able to get you out of it as quickly as I want to,” Shannon told his new wife as they stood on the balcony of the reception room at the beautiful hotel they’d been married at earlier that day. They were in Tuscany, Italy and their hotel overlooked a huge vineyard valley below, right in the heart of the Tuscan countryside.

“He always has to find something to complain about,” Isabelle replied with an eye roll, smiling over the top of her champagne flute.

“I wouldn’t be the man you married unless I complained about something. Annoying unfastening issues aside, I have to tell you again that I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful.” He was bowled over when he first saw her today, walking down the aisle towards him. Her dress was simple and understated, white satin with a corset top, flowing skirt and train and her lovely, long red hair all curled, adorned with tiny purple flowers pushed through the braids that held her hair back off her face.

“Thank you, again,” she began giving him a kiss before sipping her champagne. “Lovely as this dress is though, I think I’m going to need some help getting out of it sooner rather than later. I’m fucking roasting, baby. Heavy satin isn’t known for being breathable. Care to help me and maybe…do other things while we’re upstairs?” Shannon read the undertones of her request loud and clear, his grin making her laugh.

“Let’s get out of here. We can be quick, for now.” Luckily for them everyone was having too much of a good time to notice them sneak away, a departure that lead to some heated kisses in the elevator up to their suite (they’d really gone all out for their wedding day and their accommodation was no exception) and a lot of laughter when it came to Shannon trying to get Isabelle out of her dress.

“Belle, what the fuck is with this bullshit?” he exclaimed, his bride laughing so hard she thought she might pee herself.

“Just loosen it off from the centre to the top and then centre to bottom. Come on, Shan. You’re better than this!” she exclaimed, squeaking when he began nibbling her neck and growling with annoyance.

“You’re fucking right, I am. I’m not letting a damn ribbon beat me!” It took him about ten minutes of fiddling but eventually he got the better of her dress, Isabelle stepping out of it with his help once it was unfastened, revealing the beautiful pale purple underwear she had on underneath to her new husband, who noted that they matched the little flowers in her hair. He appreciated little touches like that and always had love her wearing purple. It went with her beautiful copper red hair perfectly.

Laying back on the bed she beckoned him with her finger, smiling as he slid his jacket off and undid his tie, kicking off his shoes and socks before joining her. Turning her onto her side he then kissed her softly, telling her for the umpteenth time how beautiful she looked. Isabelle would never get tired of hearing that either. No one complimented her as much as Shannon, or made her feel as good about herself as he did.

Running his hand down her back while using the other to tickle the side of her neck lightly, Shannon could feel the lust contained within him for the amazing woman next to him burn throughout his body, the epicentre of that mounting desire starting to tent the front of his pants. He slid his hands up her body, hooking his thumbs under her bra and flicking it undone, a feeling of satisfaction sweeping through him as he witnessed her full, pert breasts bounce out, draping one of her long legs over his thigh.

Feeling his hands roam her body, making tiny contractions from deep within ripple the flesh with a pleasant vibration, Isabelle felt a sigh release from her throat without any conscious annunciation of it, the effect he had on her rendering her seemingly powerless of her own voice.

His hands slid around her back, massaging her shoulders as they continued to kiss. They then trailed down her arms to her wrists as he forced his leg further between hers and pushed her onto her back, his knee moving to press against her thigh to hold her there. As if she'd want to be anywhere else but under his incredible body, which she assisted him in revealing by helping him undo the buttons of his black shirt.

He came back down to her, leaning his weight on one elbow while he used his other hand to stroke her thigh, softly flicked his tongue against her lips until her mouth opened to him and she reached up to hold his head in her hands, stroking his face before sliding them down his neck and onto his chest. Just touching him, it always made her feel orgasmic. He felt even better than he looked and damn, her man looked delicious.

She ran her thumbs over his already stiffened nipples and heard him grumble happily deep in his throat, his hand working down her body to stroke her toned stomach and grasp her underwear, pulling it from her body with an urgent yank and snapping the thin stringy material that barely covered her in the first place.

“Bastard, breaking my wedding panties!” she scolded, thumping him in the chest.

“Sorry,” he apologised, giving her the kind of look that she could forgive murder to and kissing the end of her nose. “I just love you naked is all, you know this.” He followed with, sitting up and moving further down the bed slightly to reposition himself over her stomach, tongue tracing across the tattoo there and the ones on her side (she had a collection of wildflowers that trailed from her ribcage to lower abdomen) sketching the details with a feather light touch while he slid his hands down the insides of her thighs.

Isabelle lay back and let herself be completely taken away by him, her body registering all the sensations his touch gave her, mind processing each caress and her voice responding to it with soft little gasps and exclamations of contentment. Shannon then turned her onto her front and continued to attend to her body with his mouth and hands, hearing her breathing quicken and then stop, somewhat amused but at the same time pleased with himself that as always, his touch made her forget to breathe at times.

“Mmmmmm, this perfect ass.” He whispered, trailing his fingertips over it and gently biting the side of the left cheek, hard enough for her to feel and respond with a content 'ahhhh' but soft enough not to leave a mark.

Pulling her hips up until she was on her knees, top half of her body still pressed down into the bed Shannon forced her legs open and spread her ass cheeks with his hands, delving his tongue straight into her slit and working it back and forth all the way up to her anus and back again. He could have teased her, made her practically growl with frustration, but the want inside of him for to really enjoy what he planned to be just the first part of his wedding night overrode any desire to be an evil tease right then. He pressed his tongue flat against her parted lips and worked it up and down, stimulating her glistening opening at the same time as the tip rubbed against her clit, swollen and hard from arousal already.

Isabelle pressed her forehead into the bed and moaned, feeling her hips jerk involuntarily against his face, his hands holding her steady while his tongue dipped into her core, her muscles softly squeezing it and coating it in her juices. She felt his hand slide around and press into her stomach before his thumb came back to rub a circle around the edge of her clit, and then directly over the tip while he stretched his tongue as far as he could inside her, mouth completely buried in her hot, wet flesh. Her pussy practically had a current running from it onto his tongue which he swallowed back hungrily, a deep moan vibrating against her while hot sharp breaths provided further stimulation.

Just as she was starting to get lost in the heavenly rhythm he had established, Isabelle felt him move, lying on his back between her legs and pulling her hips down until her clit was in reach of his tongue, beginning to circle and rub it with increased pressure than before. He then used two fingers to part her velvety soft lips and push into her slick tightness, feeling her muscles clamping on him, a surge of pleasure running from his fingers, through his hand and down his arm from the contractions he felt.

He didn't waste time to change the movement of his fingers from slow penetration to pushing forward hard and massaging her, so hard it felt to her like he was trying to push them back through the front of her body, her g spot tingling so strongly she could barely stand it, each movement of his fingers inciting more pleasure than the last.

Her clit began to burn and ache as the ecstasy mounted up strongly, her pulse quickening dangerously as her mind felt like it was caught between going blank and into overdrive, barely able to think clearly at all with all the sensations coursing through her shaking body, damp with a sheen of perspiration from the hot atmosphere of the humid Italian summer.

“Mmmmm, baby. That felt so good.” She purred when he’d moved back up the bed underneath her again, kissing her throat and clasping her body tightly to his. She could taste herself all over his mouth when they kissed, which made the pit of her stomach grow tighter with heated arousal, raking her nails down his arms and back up again across his neck.

Her mouth then left his to run over every last crease and dip of his chest and stomach, fingers undoing his belt as she felt the eagerness of his erection pressing into her palm. She freed him of the material confides and pulled his pants and boxers off him, positioning herself between his legs and running her tongue in a line up his defined stomach while her hand grasped his cock.

She moved her mouth to her hand and discreetly deposited a trail of saliva into her palm before wrapping it lightly around the head of his thick erection and rubbed it up and down, alternating between that and a gentle twist, an almost guttural moan rattling up from his throat as his chest began to rise and fall at a faster pace.

She used her other hand to cup his balls and gently roll them around, tongue circling his navel and slowly working lower. When he felt her mouth enclose around him at last Shannon let out a shuddering breath and ran his hands through her hair. Looking down he watched his length being swallowed back into her throat, her lips crushing around the base hard before dragging slowly back up to the tip, her lips tightening again to push back down over him and slide his foreskin back in one downward motion.

Isabelle always thought he had one of the nicest looking dicks she’d ever seen, more girth than length and currently rippled with engorged veins that her lips emptied of blood as they pressed against them, tightening and releasing her grip as her mouth travelled up and down his shaft, tongue pressing and circling. The small, rose gold stud she had pierced through her tongue added the kind of friction that made him squeeze his eyes tightly shut and groan so deeply he didn't sound human, more animal as he started to pant, hands pulling her hair as her mouth moved faster, sucking him into hot wetness again and again.

“Belle, come here. I love this but I really need you badly, babe.” He groaned almost helplessly, pulling her up by the top of her arms and letting out the most aroused growl of pure lust Isabelle had ever heard from him as she reached back and guided him inside her, the heat of slick walls gripping and encasing him totally as he felt her nails run along the sides of his head, her tongue pressing against his in an open mouthed kiss.

The friction created from their bodies moving against each other in such hot, blind passion brought about such overwhelming sensations both felt lost in a sea of ecstasy, the whole world could have fallen away and neither would have noticed.

“You do things to me I can't even fucking describe. I swear I’m the smartest guy ever for putting a ring on it!” He panted, making her giggle as he ran his fingers down her cheeks to her neck, trailing in circles to her chest and pushing her over as he turned to lie on top of her, pulling her legs up around him to grant deeper access for his dick, burying himself into her balls deep as the pace sped up. His pelvis began crashing against hers over and over as he drove in with complete abandon, fuelled by her loud, bliss filled cries, her mouth hanging open in exertion as she felt her nipples licked and bitten.

His mouth finally came back to hers for the briefest of moment before retracting into the crevice between her neck and shoulder, tongue swirling across the over sensitive, goose pimple riddled skin as he moaned deeply, moving faster against her until he completely lost control of his own body and drove into her like a jackhammer, feeling her legs wrap around him tightly and nails run down his back, an orgasm propelling through her body so violently it all but took her to another planet she was so consumed by the pleasure. Shannon experienced much the same when he came with a deafening primal noise right in her ear, arms gripping her upper body tightly as they fought to regain their breath.

“Oh god, that was too good. I almost don’t want to go back downstairs again!” Isabelle exclaimed, smoothing her hair away from her face and kissing her husband passionately.

“Me neither, but then I think how much hotter it’ll be later when we’re drunk and go in for round two,” he commented, watching her raise her eyebrows.

“Get the hell off me. Champagne, I’m coming for you, my love!” she called, pushing him off of her and throwing herself off the bed, Shannon laughing loudly. They took a quick shower to freshen up and Isabelle touched up her makeup before getting into the long, black dress she’d brought to change into for the night time celebrations, Shannon dressing in his suit again (but leaving the jacket and tie in the bedroom) before they made their way back downstairs.

For the rest of the evening they barely left each other’s side, having a blast with their family and friends, drinking lots of booze and eating out of this world Italian food as they partied it up, celebrating becoming Mr and Mrs Leto until 2am, when they made their drunken escape back upstairs as their celebrations were beginning to die down.

As soon as they were back in the suite, Shannon led her to the bedroom and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her collarbones delicately as he stroked her cheeks. She could feel her body react already just to the feel of his weight on top of her, every cell within her starting to awaken with arousal to the feel of him so close against her, his hands travelling down her bare arms and linking his fingers through hers as they kissed, his breath coming out in hot bursts through his nose and a small groan bubbling up in his throat as her hands reached down to undo his belt.

While she did this he began to push her dress straps down her arms, looking down at her for a few seconds while she sat up slightly so he could pull the garment off, his mouth kissing her mid chest to collarbone while his fingers flicked the clip fastening on her bra. Pulling both bra and dress from her body he lay over her again and moved his mouth agonisingly slowly from her neck down to her bare breasts, while her hands pushed his pants down. He pulled away from her for a second to kick off his clothes and also pull her out the underwear she wore before returning to her and continuing to give her beautiful body his undivided attention.

He was the most incredible lover she’d ever had. He’d always been utterly mind blowing with what he did to her just like he was doing right then, with two fingers working over her clit until it was hard as a marble and covered in her juices. It was so slippery and wet he couldn't wait to get his lips around it, so slid from her grasp and did just that. He started by covering as much of her as he could with his tongue, laying it flat against her wet crevice and licking her over and over before localising the stimulation to her clit, where he knew she wanted it most.

Isabelle let her head fall back into the stack of pillows with a raspy moan, thinking to herself how miraculous it was that something so small could transmit such a fierce current of pleasure when it was touched, her clit swelling more to the ministrations of his tongue. It varied in its movements as he watched the way her body reacted to each of them, building her up until she was clinging to his shoulders and panting through gritted teeth, bringing her back down again with softer touches to make her moan so softly it almost sounded helpless.

“Oh holy fuck, I can't get enough of how fucking good that feels. Mmmmm yeah, just like that. Ooooh,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair, a touch that made him even more aroused than he previously felt.

“You know by now you’re my favourite thing to have in my mouth, baby.” He said with a wink before sucking her clit, the pressure making more pleasure burst forth from the tiny hard nub as she felt his tongue rolling against it. She then felt it sucked again much, much harder, causing her body to almost convulse against him.

Each time Shannon felt her move or heard her moan it provided enough mental stimulation to make his arousal grow to a level that felt uncomfortable, the need for his own gratification causing him physical pain, he was so turned on. Within seconds he had matched deed to thought and slid back up her body until he was inside her, the burning ache his erection caused him encased in what felt like liquid velvet.

“Damn, that’s better,” he exclaimed as she giggled a little at him.

“I love how hard you get for me when you’re going down,” she replied, hooking her arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

“I can’t help it, you know how much I love eating your sweet little pussy.” He said, before re-entering the kiss she had claimed from him and thrusting hard and deep enough into her for her to once again break free from his lips and cry out at the sensations he inflicted on her body, his pace not changing at all from the frantic and furious rate he moved against her at, mouth caressing her neck as his arms slid down hers and then up her sides.

Moving to her chest he grasped her breasts and brought his mouth to each in turn while his dick battered into her at a senselessly fast pace. Each frenzied thrust brought with it a wave of tingles more intense than the last deep within her pussy, which clenched around him furiously as Isabelle let out a long succession of high pitched 'Ahhh's'.

They became a sweaty, overly aroused entanglement of limbs upon the huge bed before long, changing positions regularly and pulling each other this way and that as they went about some serious enjoyment of their wedding night.

“Okay, Mrs Leto. Where you shoving me to this time? Shannon asked, sitting up on his knees.

“Right there'll do me just fine. Mmmmm, yeah.” Isabelle purred, sitting astride him and sinking back down onto his hardness until every last inch was buried deep inside her slick tightness, using her knees to begin sliding up and down on him in little bounces, chest pressed close to his as she kissed him and stroked his face.

He managed to move himself so he was sat crossed legged under her, Isabelle crossing her legs behind his back and sinking down onto his cock while his hands ran up her spine and around to grasp at her breasts as she rocked against him, feeling every single last inch of him tingle and stretch out her insides. Feeling his hands roam freely all over her flesh, the coldness of his wedding ring feeling icy across her hot skin she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him tighter, resting her chin on top of his head as his lips kissed her throat. She never thought sex this perfect could exist, until she met Shannon three years ago, that was.

“Damn, honey. You're so hot.” She told him, running her forefinger nail down his cheek and watching him turn his head to bite it then suck it into his mouth. He let it go and claimed her lips again, gently biting her cupids bow before he felt himself being pushed away, Isabelle unhooking her legs from behind him and pressing him back down to the bed, only to be flipped over onto her back and re-entered hard as his hands pressed her hips down into the mattress and his lips sucked her tongue, both panting and moaning loudly.

It didn't take long for them to work up to a level of erotic heat so strong it threatened to set the bed on fire, Shannon grinding down into her hard as once again she wrapped her legs around him with a tight grip, making him push harder against her and causing the head of his steely hardness to bump against her g spot as it slid past.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good! Mmmm yeah, oh I love you so damn much!” Panted Isabelle, catching his lips in a kiss as her nails trailed the length of his spine.

“I love you too, beautiful. So much. Thank you for being my wife.” He told her, only pausing to speak those heartfelt words before continuing to kiss her as he carried on doing a wonderful job of sexually annihilating her.

She felt his hand reach up and stroke her face as his lips kissed her neck, his soft moans becoming deeper by the second as he thrust into her faster, his other hand stroking her thigh as she gasped audibly with every breath she took, feeling a beautiful current of white hot heat explode from her g spot. Her hips bucked up off the bed as her whole body pumped against his in a huge spasm, making him fuck her hard and fast before he groaned and filled her with cum.

“Fuck, fuck, ahhh shit!” He moaned as his dick shot jet after jet inside her still quivering pussy, feeling her nails cling on deep onto his shoulders as she shook beneath him, her body still craving more. She knew all he'd need was about twenty minutes until he was good to go again, so sat astride him and licked his chest as it rose and fell quickly at first, then slowly as he caught his breath.

“I hope you weren't planning on going to sleep, because you aren't gonna get chance for a few hours yet if I get my way,” she said, before circling his navel wither tongue.

“Okay, I suppose I better just give in now then. It is my wedding night, after all.” He sighed, pretending to sound put out. She looked up at him and laughed at the grin he was flashing her, sliding back up his sweaty body and kissing him, feeling her nipples pinched hard as she did. True to her desire, a few hours later as 4am wound around they were still going strong, Shannon leaning back against the bedroom wall with Isabelle crouched at his feet. Neither quite knew how they'd got back there, since they had managed to have sex quite literally all around the entire suite in those early hours.

He lent back against the wall as her hands stroked his chest and tongue began to beat back and forth over the tip of his dick, closing his eyes and smiling at the feeling of her mouth making him hard, her fingernails running right down his body and gently grazing over his balls as she hooked her other hand around his thigh to balance herself.

She ran her mouth up and down all over his thick shaft, feeling the veins stand out as they filled with the blood that made him hard as she moaned around his dick, sending delicious vibrations out as she did, making his hands tangle in her hair and a long low moan escape his lips as the pleasure that her lips gave made his whole body tingle.

She then used her tongue to trace tiny circles all the way up and down the underside of his length while her thumb rubbed back and forth over the head, seeping a generous amount of precum and hearing his breathing sound more deep and raspy by the second, knowing he was getting close.

“Just a warning baby but I think I'm about to…ahhhh, come,” Shannon said as his dick burst a load of hot semen into her mouth. She just looked up at him and laughed, at least he had tried to warn her of his pending orgasm. She swallowed and moved her tongue to his balls, licking each of them in turn and then sucking them gently while her hand pumped his sensitive cock, wanting him hard again.

“Stop that or I’ll be no use to you at all if you get me over excited,” he warned her, pulling her up and kissing her before moving from against the wall and pushing her there instead. “Now, be a good girl and bend over for me, with your hands against the wall.”

“Specific aren't we?” She asked, turning to give him a curious look as she did as she was told by her husband.

“Yeah, you know I like the view from this angle. Damn, dat ass!” he exclaimed, slapping it and hearing the echo of his hand meeting her skin throughout the bedroom. He started by leaning over and kissing her from her neck all the way down to her ass, sparing no inch of flesh in between as he used his hands to part her legs a little further, then plunge his tongue inside of her, circling her opening as she cried out at the amazing sensation of it.

He then used his hands to spread her cheeks further apart as his tongue continued to explore her intimately, reaching forward to taste her clit and then lick her back and forth as she became wetter, her breathing laboured as she felt more and more turned on.

She then felt him move from behind her as he stood, and momentarily cursed that his tongue was no longer where she wished it to be until she felt his fingers slide inside her. Those two fingers delivered a warm rush of gratification as they pressed into her slick walls and stimulated her until she was so close to coming he could have pushed her over the edge with just one more nudge, but to her chagrin pulled them away, not wanting to let her get there yet. He used his thumb to stimulate her clit as she moaned and moaned, finally groaning out loudly when his fingers slid back in.

“You're such an evil tease!” she cried as he barely moved his fingers, then started to fuck her with them fast, his hand slapping against her ass as she cried out over and over. She then felt his dick push inside her and start to slide in and out just as speedily as his fingers. Pressing her hands against the blue painted wall and opening herself up to him more she began to wail out loudly, wanting to take every last inch of his dick inside her, needing to feel him fill her completely.

“You can't get enough of this, can you? Dirty girl,” he said, leaning forward and pulling her head to the side by her hair to kiss her, his other hand rested on her ass until he withdrew his cock again, gave it a few strokes against her clit and re-entered her with his fingers, teasing her beyond belief. He stimulated her with his fingers deeply and then thrust his dick in shallowly, alternating between the two until she was crying out uncontrollably, dying to feel a release he just wouldn't let her have. She both loved and hated it in equal measures, when he did this.

“Please, Shannon. Please just let me fucking come!” she pleaded as once again he pushed his hardness back into her, feeling her muscles lock tightly around him, wanting him to stay exactly where he was.

“Nope!” He replied simply with a laugh, continuing to build her to boiling point only to pull away again. He ran his hands up and down her back as he sank his erection back into her hear, moving them around to pinch at her nipples as he pounded away inside her. She was praying that when she once again felt the tingles of orgasm starting to work up through her groin that he would let her reach orgasm, but once again felt his dick slip out of her just at the crucial moment.

“That’s it, I'm not standing for any more of this!” Isabelle shouted, standing up to full height again and pushing him back until he was sat down on a chair just by the side of the bed, sliding back down onto his dick as she straddled him. She ground down on him hard and fast, feeling him stretch her to the very limit as his hands pulled her hips closer to him, his tongue circling hers as they kissed and groaned in sheer erotic bliss.

She knew he was close as his breaths became ragged and deep, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other deliciously as she felt his teeth at her neck, not caring that he was biting her hard enough to leave bruises. But just like he had done to her she didn't let him come, and when she felt he was reaching the point of no return she stood up off him and smiled wickedly.

“Two can play your game, but I'm so horny I’ll only do it once.” She told him before slamming herself down onto him again and rocking her hips into his body so hard and fast they both came within moments, her nails scraping a layer of skin off his chest as he clung to her shoulders and sighed with relief as her body shook against his.

“So how’s married life for you?” he panted, completely out of breath.

“Hot as hell,” she replied, smiling down at him.

“As if it would be any other way with us!” he laughed, kissing her and adding ‘love you’ in between each press of his mouth against hers.

“Love you too.” She told him. Their night might have been dirty as hell so far, but the remainder was nothing short of romantic as they decided to sit and watch the sun come up together, both wrapped in a big, white bedsheet as Isabelle sat in his arms across his lap and they drank champagne on the balcony, watching their first sunrise as man and wife. It was simply perfect.

The End.

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calamiitywrites · 6 years ago

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Imagine;

Being in a long term relationship with Jared and during an interview the interviewer asks “what is your big goal in the next few years?” And he says

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calamiitywrites · 6 years ago

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who’s glad Jared Leto doesn’t have a tumblr anymore? Me. You can’t see my fiction

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calamiitywrites · 6 years ago

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In true fashion, now that Camp Island Mars is coming around again this year, I felt the need to create a new story. New characters, New Cast, New situations and New Drama! What do you guys think? Should we go to Camp one last time?

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calamiitywrites · 6 years ago

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so if I wrote a book and published it on amazon.....who would buy it? I may make a character that looks remarkably similar to jared leto *wink wink*

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calamiitywrites · 6 years ago

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Alright, you guys so this is a roll call. Lately, I haven’t interacted with you as much as i’ve wanted to and I haven’t heard from you =[ I just want to make sure you guys are seeing what you want to see as far as this page goes. What more do you want to see; gif imagines, fanfics, imagine requests, images of Jared?

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calamiitywrites · 7 years ago

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Dangerous Lessons Chapter 2

Author’s Note: I got a few requests for this story so here it is. I hope it’s to your liking. I seriously can’t wait for you guys to see what happens next. Let me know. Messages / Requests = Chapters.

The long night getting prepared for school was nearly unbearable and even the simplest of tasks like picking out your clothes for school tomorrow was difficult. What is wrong with you?

“It wasn’t even all that great anyways.” You mumbled while tossing your phone on your night stand and falling backwards on your bed. What were you kidding? You had never done that before with anyone, nor had you ever felt something so soft in your life.

“No, no, no.” You said aloud while removing yourself from your bed and continuing on with your nightly routine. You didn’t have time to think about him and the love sick puppy dog flutter of your heart was obviously anxiety and adrenaline fighting together to bring you to your knees. It would not work.

“Hey….” Your sister trailed off while once again entering your room without knocking. The audible grumble that fell from your lips had the power to shake the entire room, and you narrowed your eyes at her.

“What do you want?” The annoyance obviously clear.

“Just to give you kudos. I think you impressed Mr. Leto today.” She teased while flashing a slightly mischievous smile in your direction.

“Me? Nah, I think he was more distracted by your long legs in that skirt that doesn’t belong to you.” You warned.

“It’s not like you ever wore it anyways. Besides, it looks better on me.” She smiled while striking a pose.

“I could wrap a tree in tin foil and it would still look better than you. Wash it and put it back where you found it.” You warned.

“No way.”

“You can either wash it and put it back where you found it, or I could cut it to shreds.”

“You wouldn’t.” She narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips.

“Oh I would. I’m a literary romantic remember. If I can’t have it…..” You teased.

“Fine. I’ll put it back later, but seriously…….did Mr. Leto really notice me?” she questioned and the sincerity behind the question caused you to furrow your brows. Was she seriously curious about this?

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a little crush?” You rolled your eyes.

“Why not, he’s beautiful Sam. Everything about him is perfect.”

“Nobody is perfect. He’s probably got all kinds of secrets. For all we know, he’s some narcissistic psychopath with no life.” you rolled your eyes. The sad part about it was that you truly considered the fact that he could be insane. He was a grown man hand sculpted by Zeus yet her was single with no children and liked literature......where was the punchline?

“Oh stop.” she waved you off.

“I do know one thing…..” You warned and your sister’s interest was piqued.

“What?”

“You should be careful ……I’d hate for you to learn the true meaning of the word ‘crush.’” You whispered dramatically.

“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes while glancing over her shoulder at your mother who was making her way own the hall. “I’m just saying, I’d love to catch him drunk in a dark alley.” She smiled while raising her eyebrows twice. You couldn’t stop the ripple of laughter that rocked through you at the thought of your sister attempting to basically rape your teach, but it suddenly stopped when you remember what you had done. Perhaps the aggressive sexual acts ran in the family.

You sighed again at the thought of your previous activities throughout the day, but you attempted to distract yourself with preparing for the next day. Your emotions couldn’t get to you if you just ignored them all together, right? Logic.

Pretty soon you no longer had to pretend and found yourself over taken by sleep, but even your dreams wouldn’t let you forget. You could still remember it; his lips, his smell, his taste and even the sound of his voice as you walked away “it’s ok.” What part of this was ok? You kissed him.

The distant sound of your alarm tore you from your sleep but you were grateful, dreaming about him simply made things worse because your mind had no idea what boundaries were. It wouldn’t stop at a kiss, it would escalate and with your imagination you would’ve fallen apart at the seams upon your wake. You didn’t have time for that. Breakfast was ready, your lunch was packed and your sister was currently waiting for you to come down stairs so that she could have a ride to school. It was literal torture to drive with her in the car.

She repeatedly switched the radio to music that was too loud and too peppy for morning hours and her voice was like Minnie Mouse on crack. If she wasn’t mercilessly singing along to the tunes she was pecking away at her cell phone no doubt talking to the infamous Carrie Anne aka the Regina George of her little cult. If you looked at her hard enough, she reminded you of Tiffany from the Chucky movies with her terrible blonde dye job and her over processed makeup. It was seriously ridiculous.

“Hey, Carrie Anne is gonna give me a ride home from school today, so you don’t have to wait for me.” she reminded you while stepping out of the car.

“I knew there was an upside to make friends with the Devil.” You smiled.

“Har, Har.” She stated sarcastically before closing the door and leaving me to deal with my racing thoughts. How were you supposed to face him after yesterday? Should you say something or just pretend nothing even happened?

I’ll take pretending nothing ever happened for 200 Alex.

You shook your head and chuckled slightly at your near panic attack and moved lifelessly towards the battle ground that you called high school. What did you really have to worry about? Maybe he wouldn’t say anything. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember?

Everything leading up to his period was torture but you reached some form of solace when one of your classmates reported that he wouldn’t even be there today. “Someone said he’s sick.” She claimed. You felt some what brighter when the information was delivered and slowly you felt yourself becoming more normal. Your body slid into your seat as you entered class and the positive energy you got to make it through the day was amplified by 100. It was going to be a good day.

“Alright class, now that we’ve conquered Poe today we will be discussing Hemingway. So, what can you guys tell me?” Mr. Leto sounded while casually walking through the door of the classroom. The casual cream colored button down completely contrasted against his dark jeans and if he weren’t in the class room you’d swear he was a model.

You couldn’t stop the rush of extreme disappointment that plagued the forefront of your mind nor could you deny the slight excitement you felt over seeing him again after yesterday. It was clear that your intel was incorrect. He was indeed here and just as glorious as always.

You could see your sister out of the corner of your eye as she sat in the front row again, did she seriously hold that much of a torch for the guy? She didn’t even like this class. Listening to her go on and on only made you roll your eyes and turn everything out even more. You didn’t want to be here and much less talking about Hemingway. You hated Hemingway.

“Sam, what about you?” He questioned glancing up at you through his lashes. It was apparent that they had been talking for quite some time and the fact that he called on you knowing that you weren’t paying attention slightly irritated you.

“What about me?” You questioned while furrowing your eyebrows and finally looking across the room at him. It was a mistake to lay your eyes on him because the small hint of anxiety before was not a flame of discomfort in your abdomen. He seemed so normal talking to you as if the actions of yesterday never occurred. He was a talented actor. Perhaps he really wasn’t affected by it at all.

“Do you believe that Hemingway was one of the romantics?” He questioned while raising a brow. He blinked slowly and leaned slightly against the desk behind him awaiting your answer.

“No.” You said simply. Your answer was stern and quick without explanation and he seemed displeased. His hands gripped the desk behind him and he nodded.

“Do tell.” He opened the floor.

“What’s there to tell? I don’t believe he was one even though some would say he was.” You shrugged.

“What would you say?” He questioned. Everyone’s eyes were on you now and this frustrated you. All you wanted to do was sit in the back of the class and be left alone for the day. You narrowed your eyes at him and didn’t truly plan on answering until he suddenly licked his lips and narrowed his eyes back. Dear God.

“Aside from being a mentally abusive, alcoholic misogynist, he was a realist if anything else. Considering him a romantic would be like considering a squid to be a mermaid.” You countered and his upper half leaned back slightly as if he were surprised.

“I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this?” He stated.

“Then why did you ask me?” You questioned boldly only from him to smile.

“Because paying attention is kind of a mandatory thing in my class.” He countered sternly. There was a cascade of “ooooooo” sounds from the other students and in an effort to save face you rolled your eyes. Asshole.

How many times had other students completely ignored him or remained silent throughout the class without engaging at all? Even as you spoke your sister was texting the entire time, but you were catching slack. What a crock.

A few moments passed of him continuing to talk and answer questions from the other students and you suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. It was enough that you were in the same room with him, but to be talked down to and then ignored the rest of the class period was unbearable. Your hand raised slowly and his eyes fell on you again.

“Sam?”

“May I use the restroom?” You questioned. He looked down at his watch and waved to you as if consenting.You wasted no time in grabbing your bag and heading towards the door. You had no intention of coming back, but he didn’t know that. You would still see him after school for this new tutoring student teacher nonsense that he talked you into, but it would be easy to simply tell him that you thought about it and declined. You’d chalked it up to just being involved in too many activities.

You spent most of your time in the archery shop attempting to stay out of sight, but the bell had rang before you knew it and school was officially over. You were going to make a dart for your car until you remembered that you didn’t have to give your sister a ride. It was time to face the music.

Your body reluctantly moved towards his office and a gentle knock revealed your presence. Maybe he wouldn’t be here? ....PFT, remember what happened last time you thought he wasn’t around?

The door slid open slowly to reveal him wearing his glasses. You didn’t know he wore glasses.

“Hi.” You said simply.

“Sam, you made it.” He sounded surprised.

“Yeah....about that. I actually came to tell you that i’m kinda involved in a lot of other activities already so i’m going to have to decline your offer about the student teacher tutoring thing.” You rushed while avoid eye contact with him.

“I understand. Why don’t you step in my office, and we can talk about it.” He suggested while opening the door wider.

“No.....that’s ok. I should go um....take my sister home.” You lied.

“Oh yes, she was looking for you earlier when you ditched class to remind you that she’s getting a ride home with.....Carrie?” He questioned while pointing behind him with his thumb.

“I didn’t ditch.” You defended yourself only for him to lean against the door way and fold his arms over his chest.

“You just....didn’t come back.” He raised a brow obviously offended.

“I.....I wasn’t feeling well.” You countered.

“Come inside, Sam.” He insisted, this time leaning closer to you and opening the door even wider. You glanced inside and shifted your weight on your toes. You felt like it would be a bad idea if you did, but you felt as though he wasn’t really giving you a choice. Your slid over his frame before returning to the empty room that you slowly began walking into. He closed the door behind you and leaned against it.

“So.....” You broke the silence while holding out your hands on either side of you revealing your obvious annoyance. “I’m sorry about the whole student teacher thing. Responsibilities, you know?” You stated.

“Is this about yesterday?” He questioned and you swore that your heart fell out of your abdomen .

“I can’t work with you after what happened yesterday.” You were stern in your decision until he began to move from across the room to get closer to you.

“Don’t.” You said simply at the sight of him approaching you. he stopped moving and placed his hands out in defense as if he were approaching a wounded animal.

“That’s not what this is, Samantha. I think you’re extremely talented and you have a way of breaking down materials for your classmates to understand perfectly. Do not ruin an opportunity for yourself just because of a mistake.” He advised. A mistake? Is that what he thought of you?

“A mistake?” You questioned.

“Yes, a mistake.” He corrected.

“Did you think about me, when you left yesterday?” You questioned boldly.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Did you think about me yesterday when you left to go home?” You questioned.

“You can’t ask me that, Samantha.”

“Why not, Jared?” His eye brow rose as if calling him by his first name offended him, and he suddenly put his hand on the table and leaned forward.

“You are a child.” he stated.

“I’m 18 years old. I am not a child.” you corrected.

“An 18 year old that shouldn’t be talking about things that she doesn’t understand.” He urged.

“Oh....I’m sorry. What exactly am I misunderstanding. The part where I kissed you or the part where you kissed me back?” You questioned.

“This is inappropriate.” he stated backing away.

“Then let’s be inappropriate.” you challenged while moving closer to him. You didn’t expect the rush of disappointment to ripple through you at the mention of you being a mistake, but it tarnished your demeanor ever so slightly. You couldn’t tell what made you more upset the fact that you were being dismissed or the fact that he was standing in front of you denying his obvious attraction to you.

“Samantha.” He stated simply as a warning.

“Did you.......Think about me. When you left, Mr. Leto?” You asked again and you refused to blink until he answered. You were afraid you’d miss something and you found yourself searching his eyes for an answer. His eyes didn’t leave yours and for a minute it was like he was frozen there. Stuck between wanting to tell you the truth and wanting to save face. His eyebrows furrowed and his glance fell from yours.

“Coward.” You said simply while pulling your bag closer to your chest and attempting to walk passed him.

“Samantha please.” He stated simply before slightly blocking your path.

“Oh go fuck yourself Mr. Leto. I’m an adult and I know what i’m doing. You’re the one hiding behind your literary romances instead of being true to your own feelings.” You snatched your arm away.

“I know you think you know what you’re doing but you’re too young to understand what’s really happening here.” He tried to explain but you rolled your eyes.

“Ok....You are not my mother and you are not my sister so why do you even act like you care so much?” you questioned. Suddenly he backed down and a sigh left his lips.

“Because....” Was all he said and it happened again. That strange desolate stare at your lips. In a near jerk reaction, you slipped your lips to his. He didn’t move, and when you noticed, you pulled away. There was a common stare, a gentle patience hoping that he would make a move, but he didn’t.

You scoffed lightly before turning to walk away, steadily determined to skip his class from now on, but there was a tug on your arm again. You turned around to tell him to back off, but his lips were on yours again. This time he didn’t pull away, instead his tongue invaded the delicate confines of your mouth and you were lost in him again. No running away this time.

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calamiitywrites · 7 years ago

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Imagine:

an attractive community college professor moves into the vacant house next door to you.You casually snoop around his things to learn more about him, but to your surprise, he’s been secretly watching you too. Instead of confronting him about it, you start to secretly seduce him by sun bathing, skinny dipping and doing other nsfw things in line of sight of his bedroom window to force him to make a move.

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calamiitywrites · 7 years ago

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Dangerous Lessons Chapter 1

Author’s Note: This story is actually a mixture of a request I got from @leasrps as well as an extended version of this imagine by @theartofimagining13. I got the request a long time ago and it’s not really verbatim what was written by the art of imagining, but it’s quite similar and I liked the idea so I hope this is ok and I hope it is worth looking forward to.

Everything about your junior year left you in complete and utter dissatisfaction of your life. It was a time that everything was supposed to change, but everything somehow remained the same. Your mother was still baking relentlessly to hide the fact that your father was no longer in the picture. Your sister was so engulfed in the idea of being a freshman at the same school as you that she had joined the “in” crowd and remained a fellow and faithful knock off version of Gretchen Wieners and you fought tooth and nail to remain your own person while keeping a safe distance from your sister in which you wanted no one to know you were related to.

How would you even describe yourself? Were you the personification of Cady Heron with your head in your books and your heart on your sleeve? Or were you the infamous rebel Janis Ian who spoke her mind constantly and dared to be different? Why was high school so hard? Why did everyone need a label in order to be “normal?” If you could compare yourself to any fictional character at all, it would probably be Elena Gilbert. The journal writer, aspiring doctor, the heartfelt poet and the sacrificial lamb to them all. Ok, perhaps that was dramatic, but was it not the truth?

You had spent most of your freshman and sophomore year stuck behind a book, exceling in archery class, engaged in track and field while also staying nearly at the top of your class. No, before you ask, you were not an honor student; you simply just had too much time on your hands. In all actuality, you found yourself addicted to your activities because it helped you avoid the irritation, pain and frustration of your current life. Not to mention, they all kept you away from home and away from your mother’s quite visible pain.

One overall bright side to your entire high school existence came in the form of your god like history teacher Mr. Leto. He was kind, patient, intelligent, poetic and above all else he had the perfect hip to torso ratio. It was as if he were sculpted by Michelangelo himself; an even more perfected masterpiece than David. It was hard not to pay attention to him in class especially when he called on you to answer a question. It was as if his blue eyes peered into you without hesitation or distraction and when he was lost in thought discussing the old poets it was like watching an angel; so devastatingly and inhumanly beautiful. Seeing him at school felt wrong as if he were out of place; he was like an airbrushed visage that should have been captured in one of our history books or a magazine even. But Not here.

There was something about him that always made you excited for class. It was like he always paid close attention to you even when you didn’t truly want to be there. Like today for example, you sat near the window on your row like you normally did because you wanted to avoid conversation today. It was as if everyone’s mood was the polar opposite of yours; they seemed sunny and bright while you on the other hand simply wanted to rush through the day and go home.

The distant sound of giggling girls in the front row caused you to roll your eyes and the presence of your sister within the group of girls only made you even more irritated. She wasn’t even supposed to be in this class, advanced history was not her forte. History was your subject, it was something you were well educated and well versed in because it housed the great poets. You felt empowered by having your own thing, so to see her here just infuriated you.

“So Edgar Allen Poe equated death with......what?” Mr. Leto questioned while walking into the room and closing the door. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t have a flare for the dramatics. He never really announced himself when he entered a room, instead, he always started out with a question. 2 weeks ago it was

does anyone know the type face used in the Vanity Fair Magazine? It’s important. It resembles a font used in Shakespear’s greatest work. Last week it was Who is Edgar Allen Poe? Today it was this. Edgar wasn’t exactly one of your favorites, but you did enjoy a few of his works.

“Love, he equates death with love.” One of the girls in the front row spoke while sitting up in her chair and not actually raising her hand. You hated people who didn’t raise their hand. Her answer made you smile, and the scoff that played on your lips was more audible than what you had originally planned.

“No.....” he cooed while pointing his finger at her. “But that’s close.” He amused her. His eyes traveled to you, but you were too busy glancing out of the window to indulge him. The sun was bright and the day was beautiful. It held more interest to you than the current conversation.

“Pain?” Another student answered and you felt his eyes fall away from your frame and on the student near you. Your eyes flowed to the student speaking and your eyebrows furrowed. Whoever said that there were no stupid answers clearly never heard this guy.

“No...Come on guys, did you do the reading last night or?��His voice was surprisingly calm when he spoke and even though you could all tell he was slightly disappointed, his words came off gentle as if he legit wanted someone to grasp what he was trying to say.

“Why don’t you tell us?” Your sister questioned and the intoxicated playfulness behind her voice caused you to roll your eyes.

“That’s not teaching.” he answered back playfully before smiling. “I want you to take the time to get it correct....let’s see....” He mused while looking around the room again. His eyes rested on you again and he paused. It was as if he wanted to say your name, but couldn’t. Had he forgotten it?

Before you allowed him to possibly butcher it you smiled at him.

“Beauty. Poe equates death with beauty. He was a skillful believer in art and in his eyes art was beauty. Nothing in this world was more beautiful than death especially the death of a beautiful woman like To Helen, Lenore, Annabel Lee; they all share the classic theme. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a fan of Romeo and Juliet especially since Juliet died first.” you spoke and to your surprise there was a look of slight surprise on his face. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was impressed.

“And every beauty is.....” he egged on.

“To elevate ones soul.” You finished.

“Correct.” He said simply before sliding his eyes down your frame and quickly attempting to restore them to the rest of the class. The quiet surroundings confused you and you had wondered why it felt like no one else was really there. It was as if you two were having a secret conversation that no one else was in on. The rest of the class seemed to hang on your words as if you were about to reveal the location of the holy grail, while most of them seemed to be in awe.

However, it didn’t take long for things to resume and suddenly the moment was gone as if it had never happened to begin with. The 45 minutes passed by like torture and you were left gazing out of the window again.

“Alright you guys, tomorrow we’re going over your exam review so I hope you’ve been paying attention.” He stated and before you could fully gather your things to leave he spoke again, but this time he called your name.

“Can I see you for a moment in my office?” He questioned. Your eyebrow arose and you instantly felt the urge to say no and that you didn’t want to be late for your next class, but instead you just sighed.

“Sure.”

His pursuit towards his office was uninterrupted and the sound of your feet trying to keep up with him was the only thing you could currently focus on.

“I’m sorry to hold you up, but I wanted to talk to you about the exam coming up.” He stated before escorted you into his office and closing the door behind him.

“Don’t worry about it, I have a free period. What about the exam?” You questioned while sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

“I was going to give you the option of skipping it.” He stated simply while remaining in front of the closed door.

“Skip the exam? Why would I do that?” Your eyebrows knitted together to confirm your confusion on the subject and he smiled.

“You’ve excelled in class all year, and I was hoping that you could use your talents to educate your fellow classmates.” He urged, but you frowned. If you actually liked your fellow classmates then this wouldn’t be too much of a problem, but the last thing you actually wanted to do was get more involved. Plus, this would take time away from all your other activities.

“Educate them how? Isn’t that your job?” You chuckled out and you were surprised to see him bow his head to hide a halfhearted smirk.

“Yes, but who’s to say that you can’t assist me in that area?” He questioned. “The greatest thing about knowledge is that you can pass it on. You can start off with attending the review and if you have a knack for it then you can apply for the tutoring position.” He offered, but you still weren’t sold. “It applies toward college credit.” He attempted to smooth over.

“What would I have to do?” You question.

“Well….. you would see and work with me often just to make sure you’re covering the right materials with the other students. There would be some after school meetings as well just to go over the information required for each segment.” He finished while casually moving closer to his desk. His hand brushed against your shoulder effortlessly and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear he did it on purpose.

“I guess I could do that.” You agreed slowly and the smile that played on his face nearly made you blush. Is this what he looked like when he was pleased.

“Good. You’ll start tomorrow and I do expect you to be on time.” He warned before moving towards the door as if to dismiss you.

“I’m never late to class, so why would I be late to this?” You responded while gathering your book bag only for half of it to spill out onto the floor in front of you. You bent down to pick things up, but you were pleasantly surprised to find him helping you.

“I got it.” You urged but he refused to take heed. instead, his hand brushed against yours. You expected him to pull away so you didn’t move.

His eyes leveled with yours and you smiled but he did not mirror your expression. Instead, his eyes traveled to your lips and then back to your hand. he still didn’t pull away from you. it was like he was frozen sitting there, kneeling to help you. Your hand came into contact with his wrist and he slid his fingers to the center of your hand.

You were surprised to find his hand rising until it was firmly resting on the side of your cheek. The idea of him kissing you never crossed your mind, but the thought of wasting this moment nearly made you sick. Before you realized it, you had pushed your lips into his and crossed the line without meaning to.

You wanted to slap yourself, to pull away and jump into a sea of barbed wire soaked in lemon juice. However, you were surprised to find him kissing you back. It didn’t take long for you to realize that this was your teacher you were kissing and there were too many negative consequences attached to people finding out about this.

When you finally did pull away, you placed your hand over your mouth in utter disbelief of what had just happened.

“It’s ok.” He soothed, but it was too late. You had already grabbed your bag, apologized and made your way passed him out of the door.

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calamiitywrites · 7 years ago

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Wallace x Reader - Alive pt 2

AUTHOR’S NOTE; so this chapter is actually a hit or miss. I got the idea from a recent video of blade runner I saw in which Niander tells the new replicant “I can’t bread them, but I have tried.” and it got me thinking about my first imagine and how it could develop based off of what I randomly did in that one. Plus I saw a show called the handmaiden’s tale that totally inspired this. I didn’t want to do TOO much with it just incase you guys didn’t really want to see more of it so let me know. remember no messages no continuing.

PLEASE READ PART ONE TO UNDERSTAND THIS CHAPTER.

Three weeks had passed since the last time you had seen your creator and the time in between was used to prepare you for your life on the outside among the vast civilization. Love explained the outside world to be delightful, strange, different and all around chaotic. It wasn’t a place for the faint of heart and one must endure countless amounts of pain to truly understand how to survive out there. Her teachings stemmed from learning the basic roles of women and men in today’s society and branched out to working classes and even different forms of communication. In all your time with her you had learned budgeting, different types of work, different ethnicities, different cultures, different types of love, temptation, resistance, lust, war, faith, and a kaleidoscope of other necessities in which she felt were common for you to learn. Personally, you felt as if your brain was going to explode from the exposure, but every time you felt as though you had, had enough; she would conclude the lesson for that day and allow you time to process. Love took a keen interest on her teachings with you and although she seemed cold at times, she was patient with you and often expressed her concern for your well-being. It was strange, but you enjoyed it.

“This will be one of our last lessons, Dream. I want to teach you defense.” She said simply.

“Defense; the action of defensing from or resisting attack?” you questioned, and she nodded.

“It’s imperative that you learn this. Out there, people will not pause for you to understand. They will not give you leniency for your lack of understanding. You must fight in order to remain free. I will teach you this.”

“What happens after I learn?”

“Then you will join the society in which I have prepared you for. This is why you were created.” She stated, but her eyes wandered off slightly as if she was displeased by this.

“You want me to go?” you question slightly disappointed.

“It is not a matter of want. Your original purpose was to be created and released into society as a pleasure center. However, Mr. Wallace has changed his mind. Apparently, he had a different buyer in mind for you.” She nodded.

“What buyer?”

“That is not to be discussed between you and I. Now, let’s begin.” She cut you off while lunging for you. It didn’t take long for you to realize that basic hand to hand combat was not your specialty, and the idea that Love would take it easy on you was a mere pipe dream. You two had been in combat for more than 4 hours without a break and so far you had finished the session with 14 bruises, 7 aches and pains, a bruised collar bone and a hint of slight dehydration.

“Embrace this pain…..it’s just the beginning.” She warned. You smiled only to wince when she was no longer looking at you. Her turn to leave was quick, but she stopped just before reaching the door.

“You did good today. If it were my desire, you’d stay.” She admitted before continuing her stride for the door. She closed it softly before leaving you there in the middle of the floor holding yourself together.

It took you a little over 30 minutes to make it back to your room while attempting to look casual, but as soon as the door closed you felt like jello. Every inch of your body ached including your brain. How was it possible to be so overwhelmed by knowledge and so bruised by physical information all in one day? There had to be a law against this, but would laws truly pertain to you considering you were an artificial human being?

Your head shook slightly as if to dispel the unwanted thoughts you were currently having and you immediately sighed in relief when you found that they were gone. There weren’t any more empty spaces in your brain left for thoughts like these and as a last resort for comfort, you decided to take a bath. You had read up about this; how warm water and aromatherapy usually aided in the process of relieving stress as well as pain from the physical body.

“Here goes….” You said aloud as you began running the warm water in your bathroom. You knew it would take a while for the large drop in bathtub to fill with water so you moved towards the door of your room to mark another day on the calendar. Love had taught you that it was easier to calculate your existence in days instead of seconds and she was correct. You had been born exactly 16 days ago and the more you counted the days, the worse your anxiety got when you thought about what happened when it was time for you to leave. Where were you headed? What would you be doing? Who would you technically belong to?

Your eyes glanced around the somewhat large room that had been your living quarters since your birth before resting back on the bathroom.

“One thing at a time.” You said to yourself while heading back over to the bathroom to measure the height of the water. It wouldn’t be long now. Using what spare time you had left, you gathered a silk gown from your drawer and laid it across the bed for when you emerged, but from the smell of the lavender and slight vanilla in the aromatherapy; you doubted you’d be emerging any time soon after you had gotten in. The silk gown happened to be one of your favorites mainly because it was the only gift that you can remember your creator giving you. It stopped just above the knee and was extremely breathable at night. It was perfect.

Your eyes officially lit up with joy when you realized the water was done and like a true creature of the night; you turned off the lights in the bathroom and shut the curtain behind you as you entered. You couldn’t stop the “hmmmm” that left your lips when your body collided with the water. It was the personification of comfort. The utter darkness of the room gave you such a strange peace while the temperature and aroma of the water put your aches and pains at ease. A part of you wondered if Love was doing the same thing that you were or if her room looked like yours, but it was most likely bigger. She was the favorite after all.

There was a lush passing of time that floated by and after a few minutes you found yourself wondering how long you’d been in there. The water was still remarkably warm, the aromatherapy was still doing its work to calm you, so perhaps not that long, but something still ailed you, what was it?

The distant sound of your room door opening caught you by surprise, but it wasn’t uncommon for Love to come in and check on you before you went to sleep. She chalked it up to “checking in on you to make sure you didn’t plan on escaping” but overall you knew it was because it comforted her to peek in on you before she herself slept.

You made no attempt to move, instead, you called out to her.

“I’m bathing. I’m fine.” You stated attempting to keep things brief and wave her off. There was no response, but you could still hear her shuffling around slowly in the next room. What was she doing?

The bathroom door inched open slowly and you were surprised to find your creator standing on the other side of it. you swallowed hard and unknowingly to you your lungs stopped working. You held your breath as if that was going to comfort you, but it only made you feel worse. Through Love’s teachings you had learned that this kind of interaction was unacceptable especially with Wallace. He was your creator and above all else he was sacred to you; viewing him this way was unforgivable.

“That smells heavenly.” He spoke while standing near the bath tub that housed you. Your body stiffened and even though he couldn’t see you, you still felt extremely exposed.

“I’m.....sorry sir.” You apologized. His eye brows knitted together and you moved to cover yourself. “This is.....inappropriate.” You warned, but he smiled.

“Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked.” He spoke half heartedly before kneeling down next tot he tub and cupping his hand into the water. He gathered a small collection of it before releasing it slowly.

Your eyes peered off behind him when you realized the quote was familiar, but what was it?

He was different today than the first time you had seen him. he was opposite of you in that large room in which was your place of birth. He was dressed in a robe that was almost ritualistic while you laid naked and confused on the floor. Now, he wore a suit. A suit that layered itself against his skin and made him look professional and sharp. It was funny how much things had changed yet stayed the same. Suddenly, his quote made sense. Genesis 3:7, the moment Adam and Even gained knowledge and realized that they were naked, indecent.....inappropriate. He was clever. You could chuckle, but you didn’t.

“Adam and Eve?” You questioned and oddly enough he smiled. It was a strange smile, the kind you would give a child that had gained understanding of something.

“So she’s taught you literature?” he questioned as if impressed.

“Religion.” You corrected. His upper half inched back slightly as if he was mildly displeased. Did he not like being corrected?

“Always a wonder my Angel.” He spoke while stepping back from the bathtub and holding out his hand. You were confused at first until he smiled again. It was an even stranger smile to see on his face given since he never really smiled during your previous conversation, but you assumed it was because he was trying to make you feel comfortable for some reason.

“Come.” He instructed.

Your hand reached out for his and slowly you made your way out of the alluring bath tub that once held you, with his assistance. The cold air in the room was harsh but it was easy for you to ignore. His eyes were void, but they never left your skin and for a moment you wondered again how blind he really was.

After returning to your room he moved away from you and allowed you to slip on your gown. The hem stopped just a few inches above your knee and the silk was immensely breathable.

There was a brief pause before you noticed the small looming light behind his ear and the small black stones from before had returned. One had slid through the doorway slowly while the other two circled around you elegantly.

You tilted your head in wonder at the one closest to you and you furrowed a brow. It felt intrusive the way it shamelessly closed in on you and as a reflex you swatted your hand at it.

“No.” He commanded sternly and it moved in sync with you to avoid being hit.

“Let me look at you, Angel.” He cooed and you raised a brow. His head tilted forward slightly as if he were focused and you placed your hands together in front of your hips.

“Are .....these your eyes?” You questioned while following the stones with your irises.

“Do they bother you?” Yes

“No.” You lied.

“Pull your left strap from your shoulder.” He instructed.

Your fingers moved swiftly to push it down, but he shook his head softly.

“Again....Slowly this time.” He suggested. Your eyebrows expressed your confusion but you obeyed. Pulling the strap back to its original location, you took a breath and restarted. This time, you slid it slowly to the middle of your shoulder and allowed it to hang.

“Good. Now, the other.” He continued.

“But.....then the dress will fall.” You informed.

“Hold it up.” He nodded once.

Pulling down the other side slowly, you stood there holding the sides in an attempt to remain covered.

“Now......slowly allow the dress to fall.” You blinked repeatedly not fully understanding what he wanted. When you didn’t move, his head tilted upward and his eyes were aimed to the ceiling.

“Step forward.” he instructed and you obeyed.

“Look up to the left, reveal.” He continued and you heeded. The glowing green marker that labeled your existence as a replicant stung your eye ever so gently.

“A reminder Angel, You are of the heavens..... and I made you. You have a choice; fulfill your beliefs to me or go.” He nodded towards the door. Even though it was inviting, you knew full well that he would not simply allow you to leave. Even if he did, where would you go.....You had nothing; you weren’t even real.

“Belief?” You question.

“Do you not remember your bargain to me on the day of your birth? Your wish to .....create?” He responded and you nodded. You remembered.

“Yes.” you answered immediately with a small nod.

“I cannot breed them, so help me I have tried. Perhaps 2 of you together has been what’s changed the hands of progress. I must do it myself.” He mumbled more to himself than to you. Slowly, he walked toward you and he didn’t stop until he was standing directly in front of you. His hands rested on either side of your shoulders and he glanced up again.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You nodded. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as if this answer pleased him, and his fingers elegantly slipped between the delicate fabric of the dress straps and your skin.

“What shall it be?” He questioned casually and you released your hands from the dress. The stones positioned themselves nearby and slowly he guided the dress straps in his hands down your frame until it delicately fell in layers to the floor beneath you. Your fingers intertwined in front of your hips again and you instantly found yourself avoiding his gaze. His finger lifted your chin and he used his hand to softly pull at your wrists to move your arms to your sides.

“Do not hide, Angel. There is no need.” he attempted to comfort.

“That’s wrong.” You spoke.

“You believe that this is wrong?” He questioned and the outrage was nearly clear in the back of his words but you softly shook your head.

“No.” You corrected him and furrowed your eyebrows again. “Angel.....that is not the name in which you have given.....” You finished. His eyes narrowed. “My name....” You encouraged while slowly placing her fingers on his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed again as you struggled to convey what you wanted to say. “You call Love....by her name, Yet....you never use mine.” Your lips formed a hard line to show your displeasure in that fact. “Say my name, creator.”

His eyes were life like again, and they ventured from your eyes and down to your lips. Without much hesitation, his hand firmly grabbed a hold of your chin before pulling you closer.

“Dream.” He said simply.

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