#Boyd Holbrook imagines

[intoanotherworld23]

Fighting Fire With Fire

Pairing: Female reader x Javier Pena x Steve Murphy

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, holy moly this whole thing needs to have a bible thrown at it major smut and sex, use of handcuffs, bondage, oral male and female receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, p in a, threesome, mild spanking, swear words, overstimulation

Summary: Wanting to give them a taste of their own medicine you have the bright idea to ignore Javier and Steve all day, but it ends with you getting punished

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As soon as you saw the black Audi pull up the driveway your stomach dropped. You knew you were in serious trouble, but also for a world of absolute pleasure. Utter excitement coursing through your body at what they were going to do with you.

You had been ignoring Javier and Steve all day, and it was all on purpose. It was hard to do, but you stayed motivated in your plan.

They had been ignorning you all week, and you just wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. Granted it was work things, but still you felt they still should make time for you.

Granted it wasn't their fault cause they were busy with interviews for their movie, but you still wanted to feel wanted. Ignoring their texts and calls. They clearly didn't appreciate it based on the tone of the messages.

Javier: sweetheart you know we don't like being ignored.

Steve: darling answer your phone. You know we are very busy

Steve: don't make us come home Javier is getting very worried

Steve: this is your last warning sweetheart.

Their words had you feeling all giddy inside knowing you were getting to them. You were fighting fire with fire, but weren't prepared for how big the flames were about to get. You were just desperate to feel their touches.

They were very protective of you so when you decided to not respond it worried them. Taking your safety seriously, so they grabbed their things, and started heading to you no questions asked.

People still didn't understand your relationship with the two movie stars. Everywhere you three went people looked at you, and clear judgement on their faces. Doing your best to ignore them, and remembering that both men loved you.

The door being barged open and seeing Javier’s and Steve’s stern yet lustful gazes had you feeling nervous. A part of you was starting to rethink why you acted the way you did. Javier was the first one to step forward.

"You've been very naughty sweetheart." Javier growled as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Steve stood behind him as his eyes raked up and down your body. His once light eyes now darkened with lust. You were wearing just a shirt barely covering your butt and some lace panties.

"Ignoring us like that isn't very nice. You know what has to happen now." Steve spoke up as he walked forward as well even closer then Javier.

"I'm sorry." You whispered and they just both smirked at you.

Steve was the sympathetic and caring when it came to punishment. Not wanting to push you past your limit. Constantly watching your body language to make sure he wasn’t hurting you.

Whereas Javier was more dominant and loved to punish you and hear you beg. If you didn’t end up shaking with pleasure with tears coming down your cheeks then he wasn’t done.

They were different but they even each other out so they didn't break you completely. Plus the aftercare made it all worth it.

"You're gonna be sorry baby." Both men had these dark looks in their eyes, and it almost scared you. You were definitely turned on more though.

You felt like a helpless animal being cornered by two ravenous beasts. Looking at both of them waiting for them to make their move. Steve and Javier looked to each other before they moved.

Next thing you know Javier and Steve are on you. Javier grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. Steve went into the drawer, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Before you could even protest he had them clasped around your wrists.

Tugging on the cuffs thinking for some reason you could slip out of them. They just chuckled at your weak attempt of getting yourself out of this. Your panties were soaked at this point and it wouldn't take long for them to figure it out.

"What should we do with her first?" Javier looked over at Steve and they just looked at your figure lying there awaiting your punishment.

"I think we need to get a taste of that pussy first." His words had your thighs clenching together.

They knew you loved being eaten out, but this wasn't going to be for your pleasure. It was all for them, and they weren't going to give you what you wanted.

Both men grabbed an ankle and peppered your thighs with sloppy kisses. Looking down watching as their mouth inched closer to your drenched panties. Your breathing had increased as they reached the hem of your panties.

Their lingering kisses had your legs trembling with need. Each leg was being showered with sensual kisses and touches having you mewl like a cat in heat. You probably looked so desperate, but right now you didn't care.

"These need to go." Javier grabbed the sides and pulled them down your legs tossing them to the side.

"She's already soaked." Steve noted looking between your legs your arousal already leaking out of your folds.

The cold breeze hitting your pussy making you whimper. They both went back to kissing around your core, but not kissing where you wanted them to. It was frustrating you but you didn’t want to push it, and then not give you what you want.

They wanted to hear you beg for it. It was all a game to them, and you had to play along with them. You finally snapped when their lips touched just right beside your folds.

"God please. Please Javi. Please Stevie eat my pussy please I'm begging you." You howled tossing your head to the side feeling your cheeks heating up already.

"Did you hear that Javi? Did that sound like begging to you?" Steve’s tone was mocking and Javier just chuckled as they looked up at your writhing body.

"Nope I think our baby girl can do better than that." Javier smirked when he heard your little whimpers.

Between their kisses and sensual touches up and down your legs you felt yourself going crazy. Tugging against the cuffs the cold metal pressing harshly against your skin.

"Fuck please I want both of your tongues on my pussy I want it so badly please. Fuck me with your tongues." You whined bucking your hips upwards hoping they got the hint and would show some mercy.

Without another word Steve pulled your pussy lips apart getting easier access. Licking his lips ready to just devour you whole. Your clit was throbbing being so exposed.

Javier was thrusting his tongue inside you while Steve gave your clit kitten licks. Your mouth hung up as you watched them eat your pussy like starved men. It was the hottest thing you could ever witness, and it was almost hard to believe it was happening to you.

"Oh fuck that feels so good." Biting your lower lip between your teeth and throwing your head back against the pillow.

Javier could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, and decided to add a finger. Steve taking the hint as he sucked your little bundle of nerves hard making you scream out. Your whimpers and moans getting louder.

"Tastes so sweet." Javier mumbled against your folds the vibrations making your back arch off the bed.

Both of their mouths felt so warm against your pussy, your body was melting into the mattress. You didn't know who you wanted more.

Javier was slurping your pussy his hand coming down across your stomach to keep you down. Licking up and down your folds, his beard scratching along your skin. Being so lost in your own pleasure you couldn't tell whose tongue was whose.

"Keep going." You said as your ground your hips against their greedy mouths.

Feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Pulling against the cuffs desperate to touch them and grip onto their heads.

Just as you felt your orgasm about to hit you it was taken away just as fast. Opening your eyes in confusion you saw them get off the bed. You were so frustrated your pussy was actually starting to ache really badly.

"Bad girls don't get to cum so easily." Javier’s stern tone told you he really wasn't happy with you.

Both men shred their clothing right before your eyes. Their hard cocks slapping against their stomach, and your mouth watered at the sight.

Hands slowly stroking themselves as their eyes looked hungrily in between your legs. Your pussy glistening in the light making them lick their lips.

Wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around them. They knew exactly what they were doing, and definitely wanted you to suffer.

"Mouth or cunt?" Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion until you realized that Javier was talking to Steve.

"I want that smart ass little mouth of hers." He walked over to the side of the bed where your head was you were watching his every move.

Javier got on his knees on the bed and gripped your ankles placing your legs in the air. Without any warning he plunged himself deep inside you making you gasp. Steve took that as an opportunity to push his cock inside your mouth.

"Fucking hell always so tight for our cocks." Javier groaned as he wasted no time thrusting in and out of you.

"Such a good girl for us. Always taking us so well." Steve moaned as he pet your head watching your lips moving up and down his shaft.

"This is in the way." Javier gripped your shirt before ripping it straight down the middle. Exposing your breasts to their hungry gazes.

Your breasts bouncing with every thrust. Javier and Steve didn't waste another second before they each grabbed a breast. Pinching your nipples until they were hard buds under their fingertips.

Your skin slapping against Javier’s pelvis echoing around the room, had your entire body on fire. You just wanted nothing more than to feel and touch their skin.

"Such a cock hungry little whore for us. Always so eager for us." Javier’s words had a shiver running up your spine.

Javier and his filthy words could have you wet within seconds. Javier loved dirty talk and he knew you loved it even more. He found it amusing how such simple words or phrases could have you soaked, and begging him for more.

Moving your tongue up and down Steve’s cock bobbing your head up and down. He was lightly thrusting his hips into your mouth so you could take more of him. Gagging around him a little bit of saliva running down your chin.

You didn't know whose cock you wanted to focus on more. The pounding from Javier had your legs shaking, and your back sweating. You wondered if they were going to let you cum this time or continue their torture.

Your pussy squeezing Javier’s cock as you tried adjusting around him. His grip tightening on your ankles as he kept your legs spread for him. Hitting a deeper angle inside of you. Your moans vibrating on Sebastian making him groan.

"Fuck do that again." Javier then snapped his hips sharply making you squeal around Steve’s cock causing him to growl his cock twitching in your mouth.

They were using you like their own little plaything, and you absolutely loved it. Only they could do this to you, and you had no complaints what so ever.

Javier was thrusting into you roughly making your whole body move the bed rocking back and forth. Which was good for Steve cause it was moving your head making your mouth take more of his cock.

The harder Javier fucked you the more you moaned around Steve. You so badly want to turn your head away so you could watch Javier sliding in and out of you. You always liked to watch as the entered you it turned you on tremendously.

Your pussy was completely soaked making it so much easier for Javier to slam in and out of you. Your juices coating Javier’s cock making him groan at how wet you were the sounds echoing across the room.

"I'm gonna cum." Looking up you saw Sebastian with his head thrown back and eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

You sucked him even harder egging him closer to release wanting to swallow every drop of him. Basking in the triumph that you could make either of them feel this way.

"Make him cum like the good girl you are. Make him cum down your throat and I want you to swallow all of him." Javier commanded you as his thrusts were becoming sloppier and slower.

Taking Steve all the way down your throat you felt him twitching in your mouth followed by his warm cum filling your mouth. Doing what you were told your swallowed all of his release while still slowly licking his cock up and down.

"Such a good fucking girl to us."

“You look so fucking good like this cariño.”

He looked down at you lovingly stroking the cheek while Javier continued to fuck you feeling his own release hitting him. Your pussy squeezing him like a vice, and your orgasm once again coming as well.

Javier let your legs fall beside him as his hand gripped your breasts as he squirted his seed inside of you. Both men groaning above you their foreheads covered in sweat.

Once again your release was ripped from you, and it was really starting to hurt you this time. Being so close, and they were denying you of your orgasm as punishment. Judging by their faces they weren’t done with you yet.

"Please I'm sorry I won't ignore you guys again please I just want to cum so badly." You cried out hoping they would finally give in and end this punishment.

Laying their wiggiling your hips in frustration not having been able to cum. Whining loudly your pussy clenching around air both them having been satisfied but not you.

Your noises getting both their attention. Javier leaning over you uncuffing one hand making you think this torture was over. The ache between your legs even more so than it was before.

"Turn her ass over." Javier turned towards Steve who grinned and was more than happy to flip you on your stomach.

Your pussy was so raw right now you didn't know if you were going to be able to take one of their cocks anymore. You were begging for sweet release, but you were so sensitive already.

The hand that was under your body was then moved back to the headboard to only be cuffed again. Groaning in frustration wiggiling your hips making both men growl at your movements. A hand coming down on your ass hard making you squeal.

"Ass or cunt?" This time Steve asked Javier although you knew what he was going to choose

Your pussy clenching around nothing again but just at the thought of them both being inside you. No matter how many times you took them both it was such a thrilling experience, and mind blowing.

"I want that sweet ass of hers." Javier swatted your ass hard a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the sting.

You felt hands lift your hips up so your ass was in the air. Steve maneuvered his way under you aligning his cock right under your once again soaked entrance. Your wrist that was still cuffed was feeling sore.

Slowly pushing himself inside of you making your mouth hang open as you fully lowered yourself down on him. Steve was not as thick as Javier, but he was longer.

"God this pussy is like heaven. Such a tight little cunt." He groaned as he gripped your hips and started thrusting up into you. Your breasts dangling in his face.

Looking into his eyes as he was moving faster, and slamming into your harder. It felt so intimate and passionate. The way his hands moved up and down your back almost in a soothing way. Moving your hips slamming your pussy down on him so you could feel him even deeper.

Just when you were getting comfortable with Steve you fel the bed dip behind you. Javier grabbed your ass cheeks making sure to spread you wide for him. Opening you up for him even more stretching you as wide as you could handle.

Hearing Javier open a bottle squirting the cold liquid onto your asshole, and feeling him spread some on your ass.

"Shhh sweetheart we're gonna take good care of you." Steve whispered soothingly into your ear.

Both men could feel your muscles tensing under their touches. The difficult was about to happen, and they wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

“That’s it cariño just relax.” Pumping his cock as his other hand rubbed your puckered asshole in a soothing manner.

Your nerves were all over the place as he placed the tip of his cock at your backside. Steve could senses how nervous you were, and lifted his head up so his mouth could latch onto a nipple. Moaning even louder your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Pushing his cock inch by inch until he was all the way inside of your ass. Javier was squeezing your ass he let you adjust around him. Closing his eyes to concentrate on not cumming already.

Breathing harshly in and out of your nose as you being were filled to the brim. Your mouth biting down on your outstretched arm almost breaking skin with how intense this feeling was.

"Her ass is almost just as tight as her pussy." Javier groaned as he was slowly pushing in and out of you.

"Such a good girl taking our cocks so well. She was made for us." Steve moaned beneath you his lips moved to your neck sucking on the skin surely leaving a mark.

When Javier was pushing in Steve was pulling out, and vice versa. You were completely stuffed and you were loving it. No words were able to leave your mouth only noises. Javier continued to spit absolute filth to you. Your pussy would clench around Steve making him groan.

Once Javier felt you were okay both men nodded to each other before picking up their thrusts. Javier snapping his pelvis against you, while Steve was thrusting up into you. Lifting your body up and down to meet their powerful cocks.

"Holy fuck oh my god. Your cocks feel so good." You cried out loving the feeling of having them both inside of you.

"You just love our cocks don't you sweetheart." Javier spoke with gritted teeth as he looked down watching as your asshole swallowed his cock.

Both men groaning and grunting as they were fucking your body into oblivion. Your hands gripped the rails as you felt the cuff really digging into your skin, but you didn't care. Pushing past the pain, and feeling only the pleasure.

Your entire body was spent and you didn't know how much more you could take. Just letting them do whatever they needed to do hoping you’d get to feel that orgasm.

"I bet she won't ignore us again huh?" Steve joked making Javier grin behind you to look at the other smirking boy before he turned his attention back to your ass.

"Say it." Javier said smacking your ass sharply the sting more intense.

They weren't letting up with their movements making it almost impossible for you to talk right now, but they wanted your words.

"Say it." Javier spoke louder his hand coming down on your ass even harder.

"I won't ignore you guys again. Please I'm sorry please keep going." You begged and whined not even caring how pathetic you looked.

You were being filled wholly and completely, and you could feel Steve all the way up in your stomach. Not being able to understand how you were always able to take them so deeply. Never getting used to the feeling of them both inside you at the same time.

Feeling the pit of you stomach burning you knew you were getting closer. Your whole body was on fire, and your legs were tingling. Just praying and hoping they would let you cum this time. There was no way you would be able to take another round of not getting release.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum in that tight little cunt of yours." His thrusts were getting rougher along with Javier.

Your entire body being sandwiched between the two ravenous men. All three of you covered in sweat rubbing against each other. Their body hair scratching against your skin pricking you.

"Shit me too. Gonna cum in your ass sweetheart. Fill you up." Javier snarled as he smacked your ass a couple of times making both your holes squeeze around them.

Your toes were curling and you closed your eyes as you finally felt your climax hitting you hard. Crying out into Steve’s chest as your juices coated his cock. Breathing heavily as your entire body was trembling, and your arms shaking.

Hearing your whimpers and feeling your body slump forward, Javier was the first to cum along with Steve. Feeling their release fill you up had you clenching around them again.

Javier slowly pulled out of your raw asshole making you hiss. Steve was next and you knew you were going to be so sore the next day. It was absolutely amazing, and you would gladly do that all over again.

"God fucking damn. Holy fuck that was amazing sweetheart." You didn't know who spoke but all you knew was that you were tired.

Quickly uncuffing you your arm fell limp as they laid your body down softly. Your wrist was so sore and throbbing, but your mind was so drowsy you really didn’t mind it all that much.

Both of them getting into bed, and you had one of them on either side of you. Snuggling into your body wanting to make you were looked after. They were both a little worried they may have pushed you a little too much.

“You okay cariño?” Javier was the first one to speak.

Unable to find your words your mouth was so dry you couldn’t say anything. All you could do was just slowly nod your head up and down in response.

Their hands rubbing your body sensually and adoringly. They both peppered your sweaty and warm skin with light kisses. They were being so gentle with you it made you smile. This was the part that you loved the most out of everything how tender they could be with you.

"Our girl did so good for us."

"Sweetheart we weren't too rough with you were we?" Once again nodding your head to them.

"Good. Now get some rest sweetheart, we aren't done with you yet." You felt both men grinning at you before your eyes snapped wide open.

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for you @toxicanonymity 🫶🏻❤️

in need of a helping hand

summary: reader is sexually frustrated and donnies here to offer his hand: part one of two cause i cant write a single oneshot to save my life:) pairing: donald pierce x reader word count: 1467 warnings: vulgar language, sexual themes

Resting his stature against the door frame, Donnie’s eyes never left your fortuitously seductive figure. Leaned across the table made for holographic purposes, you were propped up on your elbows, legs leisurely parted, as you had immersed yourself in studying the good old-fashioned blueprint paper.

He found you to be a sea of wonders, truly. You two had been working alongside for some time now, and it never escaped his mind how difficult you were to figure out. You were strict about keeping work- and your personal life separated, not revealing much about yourself to your colleagues. You were forthcoming and kind, yet very closed off. And then there was your recent change in temperament. One minute you were sprouting joy, jesting, and laughing contagiously, the next; stone-cold, austere, and harshly professional.

You had not always been like this (mood swings, that was, the rest was kind of your trademark around Transigen), and Donnie had to admit it got to him. 

Curiosity was not exactly a trait of his, more of a habit, and professionally he repressed it. But as your [worried] superior he saw it fit to ask into your recent “personality change”, not to call it mood swings, or go with “bitches be crazy” — he was merely a concerned boss doing his best to take care of his colleagues.

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[etclouie]

morning kisses and cuddles

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: finally having your boyfriend back home left only one thing, lazy morning kisses and cuddles. (Steve Murphy x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: established relationship, pure fluff, written with summer in mind(like mid june), just cuddles and kisses really, they have a ginger cat (it’s mentioned twice), lmk if i missed any!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 812

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: anon request from my masterlist account, so hope anon finds this🙏

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the sun was casting a golden haze through the thin curtains that adorned your shared bedroom, his head in the crook of your neck while he cuddled into your left side. 

the summer heat had you both blanket-less and in less clothes than you’d usually sleep in, despite the heat, Steve clung to you. 

you’d woke up a couple minutes ago, simply just admiring him as he cuddled into you, his left arm thrown across your stomach and his leg hooked over the top of your own. 

fingers brushing softly through his hair, his blond locks curling at the tips and the length framing his face. 

mornings like this felt perfect. 

the man you love curled into your side, happily asleep in your arms with zero care in the world. 

a soft breeze swept through the room from an ajar window, one you faintly remember Steve getting up during the night to open. 

you’d woke to the empty space next to you, blankets kicked to the bottom of the bed and the silhouette of your boyfriend by the window highlighted by the moonlight. a soft call of his name had him turning towards you and climbing back into bed, curling into your side and into your current position. 

nails scratched softly across his scalp, listening to him purr in response to your touch- even in his sleep, he revelled in your touch.

the soft sound of your cats feet padding into the room and up onto the bed, nestling on top of you. rubbing his head against Steve’s arm and purring at the feeling between his ears. 

watching in awe at your little family, nestled into you. leaning your head down to press a kiss to Steve’s forehead, fingers brushing his hair out of his eyes as he started to stir. 

his grip around you tightening, his eyes remaining closed while he let out a huff, his voice gruff and laced with sleep. 

“hi sweetheart”

he mumbled out before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw, the bed jostling as he turned further into your side, causing your cat to up and wander off - Steve now laying fully on top of you. 

arms loosely bracketing your head while his head buried itself further into your neck, placing a kiss to his forehead, fingers in his hair to carefully lift his head to catch his gaze, tired eyes looking up at you. 

“hey you”

the sight of him tired and clinging to you was one you had grown used to, from late nights of Steve working with Javier and never being home at a decent hour, having your boyfriend home and in bed with you was all you wanted and needed. 

“sleep well?”

you’d asked softly, earning a tired and amused huff from him. watching as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, before resting his chin on your test, tired eyes looking up at you and a dopey grin plastered across his face. 

“mhm, better with you”

watching as he slowly sat up, sitting against the beds headboard while his hands reached for your hips to pull you into him. sitting you in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, that same dopey smile still plastered across his face. 

humming as you leaned in to kiss him, soft at first before he tried deepening it. his grip on your hips tightening slightly, while his tongue swiped along your bottom lip in silent request. 

pulling back to murmur against his lips, a grunt of disapproval leaving him as your words sunk in. 

“what’s got you so touchy this morning?”

a soft chuckle pushing past his head while it lulled back, hands stilling on your hips as his thumbs continued to draw shapes onto them. 

his eyes searching yours before they shut in bliss, his whole world sat in his lap. 

soft paws padding back into the bedroom before the bed dipped next to you both, hearing Steve scoff as the cat nestled in against his side. 

“damn cat”

resting your head against his left shoulder, head tilted towards your cat, allowing your hand to scratch between his ears while Steve’s left hand soothed across your back. lips pressing a kiss to your forehead before he was mumbling out again, words softer than his previous comment. 

“just happy i’m home with you, had a dream that we got to spend the day together then i woke up in your arms and it just clarified everything for me. you’re where i want to be. you’re my home”

mind going blank at his words, your face giving away your lack there of words because he was leaning in to kiss you again. his hands cradling your face, lips leaving yours after a minute before he spoke again. 

“i know, sweetheart. i love you, and i know you love me too”

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[darkuselesssomebody]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - slightly dark!steve murphy x reader

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words || 𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.

a/n || this is for @toxicanonymity's boyd-a-thon fundraiser where $10 is donated to PCRF for every (up until 30 total) fic she gets about a Boyd Holbrook character. this is the link for more information on the writing event: boyd-a-thon!! I think it's so fun: building community, getting some great content and donating to a very worthy cause. if you're interested, please check them and the fundraiser out.

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them

➵ technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smutty/slightly dark

➵ !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!

➵ !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!

➵ dubcon

➵ manhandling/cloth ripping

➵ abuse of power

➵ groping

she really wasn't the typical co-ed.

especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.

of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.

and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.

unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.

she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.

"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.

"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.

it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.

"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - well… forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.

"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.

"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.

"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.

"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.

"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.

"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.

"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besides…" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.

"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.

"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.

her face grows hotter.

"whatever you say."

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miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.

it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.

she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.

she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.

"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.

"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.

"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.

"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.

"fine."

the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.

"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.

"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.

"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.

"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besides… you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.

"no…" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.

"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.

"yes."

"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."

it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.

it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?

at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.

he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.

unfortunately not.

a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.

"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.

a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.

"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.

"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."

--

she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.

after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.

steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.

she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.

her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.

she's a good girl.

that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.

"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.

"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.

"yeah… it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.

"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.

"wh… why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.

"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.

to have no real record of this? that would be amazing…

"um… okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.

"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"

"my - uh…" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.

"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.

her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?

"it's not really like that…" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?

"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.

"wait, what?!"

"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."

her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.

"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.

"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.

"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"

"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like you… he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"

she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.

"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"

her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.

"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like you…" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.

a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.

"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.

for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.

"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.

"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.

"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.

he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'

"wait, but you said-"

"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.

"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.

"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.

"yes, officer." she mumbles.

"good girl."

[ilovewhiteroses]

Boyd being cute with fans at the London Gala Screening of "The Bikeriders" - GIFs by me (thanks for the video find, dear Kamila! @boydholbrook-fan🥰)

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

-Boyd Holbrook

[oskea93]

Request are OPEN!!

So I will have some time off before I start my next travel assignment, so I am in the mood to write! Below you will find the list of men that I can’t wait to write for. I will take request for the actual actor or the characters they play. Please please send me your request 😘

Charlie Hunnam///Jax Teller, etc

Callum Turner///John Egan, etc

Jamie Campbell Bower/// Caius, Horizon, etc

Tom Hardy /// Reggie Kray, Forrest, Johnny, etc

Boyd Holbrook /// Clement Mansell, Cap Hatfield, Cal, etc

[pedroisghosties]

The things i would do for both of them to [redacted] while I [redacted]

[e-dubbc11]

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Your new job at Alkali-Transigen has you crushing on the head of security

Under the Influence

Living a low key life in Mexico, you meet Chief of Security at Alkali-Transigen, Donald Pierce. But you haven’t told him what you are, you’re afraid to.

A Little Help?

Alkali-Transigen head of security catches you in an area of the facility that you’re not supposed to be in. You feel intimidated and excited at the same time.

[intoanotherworld23]

In The Middle

Summary: Javier decides to let Steve join in

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral female receiving, voyeurism, dom Javier, slightly dom Steve, submissive reader, praise kink, dirty talk, implied threesome

A/N: haven’t written for Javier in what seems like ages so here is for all my Javier Pena girls! Reblogs and comments are always encouraged and appreciated to help support your fellow writers! My tag list for Pedro is always open so feel free to join! Thanks everyone so much! XOXO

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Feeling completely lost and overwhelmed as hands gripped the sheets beneath you. Knees bent with your legs spread wide open muscles burning from the stretch. Javier and Steve looking up at your disheveled face. A panting and sweaty mess.

"That's it cariño, that's such a good girl for us." Soft praises echoing in your ear as Javier sinks three fingers inside of you while Steve kisses your legs.

Steve’s jeans were starting to become tighter as he watched you unfold because of them. Wanting to pull himself out and slip his cock between those lips. The mere visual had a shiver running up his spine.

"Can you feel his fingers inside that tight cunt?" Steve speaks up as he kisses your hips a mocking tone in his voice. Twisting your face in the most innocent way making both men snicker. Javier curving his fingers up making you gasp as Steve keeps a firm grip on you to keep your body still. Trailing sweet and lingering little kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"Poor baby can't speak." His voice barely above a whisper like he just wanted you to hear him. Javier exchanging glances between you two as he thrusted his fingers harder so he was currently knuckle deep inside of you.

"Can you speak? Can you do that for us baby?" Javier wanted to hear your sweet voice and knew you were struggling right now.

Giving them both a nod in reassurance to let them know you were alright. Soft lips kissing your cheeks as you reached to grab each man. Fisting Steve’s shirt sure to leave crinkles. The other hand tugging on Javier’s hair as the palm of his hand brushed against your clit.

"Javi I want your tongue." Whining pathetically  Javier smirking up at you while Steve started pinching your nipples into nubs.

"Of course, anything for my pretty girl." Swiftly removing his fingers feeling incredible empty at the sudden loss whimpering that it hurt and you needed to feel him.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"There you go sweetheart." Steve chuckles in your ear as you fully let yourself go. "It's okay, I got you."

And you know that he does. Javier trusted Steve with his life and that he would do anything to keep you safe, and made sure you were well taken care of. Javier had always fantasized how you would act with Steve so close and intimate. Thankful now that he approached his fellow detective with the idea who was quick to agree.

Javier was putting in quick work right now. He wanted it so badly he was desperate to have you cumming on his tongue. Typically he liked to take his time, and edge you until you were a mess. But today, he wanted your orgasm.

"I know you're so close." A loud moan slipping out of your mouth echoing around the room. Writhing between the two men as Steve reaches a hand down to rub circles on your clit as Javier thrusts his thick tongue in your sensitive cunt.

The closer you get the more your legs start to tremble and shake, and the more intense Javier eats your cunt out like a starving animal. The two men look to each other with determination on their faces. You can feel yourself starting to slip.

"Oh fuck." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching. Javier looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and that Steve was here to witness it.

Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Javier could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line. Steve really felt honored that he was here to be a part of this even though he would have loved to feel you around him.

"That's it cariño, let go for us."  A low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the spectacular orgasm you just experienced. But for some reason though it still wasn't enough.

Feeling a pair of lips kissing your thigh and another kissing your neck. Javier’s touch was always so gentle as he helped ease you through the orgasm. Both men taking in your sweaty and messy look like you were a work of art. A tear running down your cheek only to have Steve wipe it away.

"Still need more don't you cariño?" Javier looking between your legs to see how drenched you still were you cunt clenching around air only further confirming what he knew.

"Yes Javi please it hurts." Whimpering as you started to grind your hips against the bed pressing your thighs together to help ease the pressure you felt.

"Then let's give her more Steve."

[wysteria-clad]

'Wiping off the kiss' prank with Donnie

paring: Donald Pierce x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: this man has me kicking my legs and twirling the phone cord

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You didn't even imagine he would be so serious about you, you thought you were something of a 'friends with benefits' minus the friends part. He was secretive, mysterious, whenever you bring up what he does for a living he'd say 'chief of security', anything beyond that was classified. That should send the red sirens in your head blaring but it didn't. It only intrigued you more.

He'd show up after days, without texting you or calling you. But when he did, he made sure you knew how much you meant to him—with his words and actions. Man was a charming, smooth talker. He bought you expensive things when you didn't ask for them.

You often teased and called him, 'Sugar daddy.'

He'd roll eyes playfully and tell you he is not that old. You'd giggle and kiss his lips, making him smile through it.

This was one of those moments. He came to visit you.

Did you possess his heart? Donnie had fucked many women for fun, to relieve frustration, for pleasure in the past. He even had relationships with a couple of ladies before he got deployed but none of them were serious, none of them came close to even grazing his heart. But you, you were his everything, his heart.

"Darlin'," his lips curved up to reveal his goldtooth. His mechanical hand pulled you closer by your waist, his flesh hand hungrily touching your face, sliding down to explore your breasts.

You didn't know what you were thinking. Donald Pierce is a possessive man would be an understatement. But you loved to push his buttons.

When his lips smashed against yours in a greedy passion, you slid your hand to 'wipe his kiss.' He froze, startled. His steel blue eyes were puzzled. You could see hints of something primal and carnal.

"What was that?"

"What?" you feigned innocence.

He grabbed you by your jaw, and he kissed you again in fervent passion.

Once again, you managed to slide your palm between your lips and 'wipe' it.

That's it.

"What the hell was that?"

"Wha-"

"Don't fuck with me."

Were you getting tired of him? Of this relationship? Fear crept in his bones, but he didn't show it.

You couldn't contain your laughter anymore. "Sorry, baby, it was just a prank," you place your hands on his cheek.

He let out an annoyed growl.

"I missed you" you breathed in his cologne, sighing softly.

"Don't ever pull that shit again."

He was terrified of losing you. You were the one good thing in his life. But of course, he would never show it.

"I missed your sweet ass too," he admitted almost softly, his flesh arm met the curve of your ass with a loud slap. There, the usual grin was back. He buried his face on the crook of your neck, your perfume was familiar and it calmed him down.

You did wipe off his kiss, but he gave you 'gifts' of his marks all over your body to remind who you belonged to before he left.

And you loved every single one of them. Every mark was a reminder of his touch, his promise, his passion, his love for you.

[morpheusbaby3]

in the fanfics morpheus x reader x corinthian, the reader always chooses morpheus, and i love him obviously… but i really wanted someone to write something where we choose to stay with corinthian and not morpheus, especially corinthian 2.0. someone please do this.

(I'm using a translator btw)

[yourmomxx]

who wants to live forever?

The Corinthian, gn!dream!reader (unlabeled relationship)

Summary: While the Dreaming is falling apart in its Lord’s absence, the Corinthian seeks you out to convince you to come with him into the waking world

Warnings: none, nicknames (sugar)

Word Count: 2k

line dividers by @maysdigitalarts

Immortality is both a gift as it is a curse. But, then again, words like those would only ever be spoken by someone who was immortal.

Weighing the pros and cons of endless life was not exactly something that made sense in the small minds of someone whose time of living was limited.

Humans, for example, would never be able to truly understand what of a burden it was, being immortal. Maybe that was why they weren’t.

Although you had heard of a human, just one time, that was granted the gift of never ending life. Death itself should have given it to him.

But those were just simple stories, legends even. At some point you had stopped opening your ear to those kinds of fairytales, and at some point they had faded. You had never heard of the immortal man again.

What humans did not expect from immortality, was the change. Their families and friends vanishing from their lives, getting taken by Death themselves.

They did not expect to see their world reshaping around them, new buying build, and old getting torn down and crumbling around them.

Their world, and in your case, your realm.

You were a dream, had been created as one. To say that you possessed immortality, either as a blessing or a curse, would presumably not be entirely correct, considering that you were not living.

You were undying, present in the subconscious of those very mortal humans. Over centuries you had roamed their thoughts and dreams, through different generations, ages and times.

You existed as long as their fantasies did.

Which was where the ‘curse’ part came in.

You were standing in what once had been the overgrown garden of a small, cozy house in the midst of your home - the realm of the Dreaming.

But where once tender rose bushes bloomed and fairytales danced around lilies like magical mist, were now only withered bushes, flowerless and cold.

The stone walls of the small cottage to which the garden belonged to were covered with dark vines of ivy, clawing into the strong material and eating their way into the walls.

Carefully, you raised your finger under the hanging head of a dried-out rose and tilted it up just a bit in an attempt to examine it. But the second you pulled away, the blossom dropped back into its original position.

You held back a sigh and the corners of your mouth dropped into a sad frown.

It had been like this for a while. At first, the grass had started to dry out in the relentless heat of the sun, no matter how much you tried to heal it.

Eventually the sun had disappeared behind never ending walls of grey clouds, but the plants had continued losing their lives as time went on. No magic you possessed had been able to heal them.

You looked at the dry rose. With its head hung low and no colors left, it looked just as the dream realm felt: abandoned. Left alone by its caretaker.

You did not know how long it had been since someone had taken notice of the Dreamking’s continuous absence. Time had a different definition in this realm, and you had never cared to learn to understand it - now you wished you had done different.

But at some point, the residents had started to give up on the thought of their king ever arriving home. You had seen them leave, abandon their duties and their realm just as their ruler had done. And with every gone resident, the Dreaming had lost an important source to life aswell.

You were the only one that had stayed, though. At least as far as you knew. Taking care of your beloved garden and cottage home, you had not really found the time to stride through the Dreaming and check who still lingered and who didn’t.

A part of you believed, hoped, that the King would return back to where his duties lied and that all would find its righteous order again.

But hope grew dim in your heart, as you found yourself wandering your garden every day with no prospect of improvement.

But this day, something shifted.

When you noticed it, you came to an abrupt halt inbetween the branches of a rhododendron when you noticed the atmosphere change.

You felt his presence before you heard him speak. A sudden shadow of paranoia, shakiness, anxiety hovering behind you, making your skin turn cold and goosebumps run down your arms.

“Corinthian.” You spoke his name lowly, announcing to him that you were aware of his showing, before turning around to face him.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted you back politely, your name gliding out of his mouth like golden silk.

He looked well. With his blond hair cut short and a beige suit to match his skintone. You noticed the dark-shaded sunglasses he was wearing. Perhaps two set of teeth for eyes were not necessarily accepted in the human world.

He smiled, and it made your heart beat faster and your head feel uneasy.

“What now? No warm ‘hello’s? No hugs? ‘How are you’s?” He opened his arms for you to embrace, but you stayed still where you were.

“What are you doing here, Corinthian? Have you not recently been having your fun in the Waking World?”

He dropped his arms with overplayed disappointment. “How rude. That is not how I remember you, sugar.”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“But yes, you are right, the Waking World is … definitely something.”

He leaned down to place a fallen lantern back into the hands of a broken garden gnome.

“And humans are just a wonderful species. I could eat them up.”

“Why are you here then?” You watched him as he stepped near one of the faded perennials and bent the remains of a blossom closer to his face.

“I could ask you the same question,” he retorted in a slow voice. “I mean, it’s not exactly the Garden of Eden here, is it?”

He looked around. Then he added: “Or anywhere in this realm, really.”

You straightened your back and tried your best to glare at him.

“Well, I am giving it my all. And besides, when Lord Morpheus returns then I am sure he will help me rebuild the done damage.”

The Corinthian scoffed in amusement. “When he returns?” He repeated your words and looked at you. “That is such a sweet thing to say, Y/N. When he returns. So hopeful. So … you.”

You clenched your jaw. Self-assured asshole.

“What do you want here, Corinthian? If the Waking World delighted you this much, then why did you come back?”

He sighed and dropped the plant he had been looking at. It floated as dust to the ground. “I didn’t come back. I am here for a mere visit. And as to that…” He stepped closer to you. “I am here because I wanted to offer you to join me.”

You couldn’t help it, your face dropped in confusion. “Join you?” You repeated. “You mean in the Waking World?”

He nodded. “Exactly there, sugar.” He raised a hand to brush his fingers along your cheek.

“I mean, think about it. What we could do. What we could see. What you could see.” He shook his head. “The Waking World is full of colors, of beautiful things to experience and relish in, gardens to stride through.”

He emphasized the last sentence with a dramatic spread of his arms and by taking a few steps back.

You bit your lip. You had to admit, you had thought about it. About the Waking World, and what it would be like. But going with The Corinthian, as charming as he was?

“But you are not there to simply enjoy the landscapes, are you?” You asked him. “You are there to … kill them. The humans.”

He clicked his tongue. “Yes, well, you know how it is. Top of the food chain, predator and prey, all of that.”

You shook your head. “Lord Morpheus created us to serve them, not to hurt them.”

The Corinthian threw his head back and groaned. “You sound just like the old man. If he weren’t locked up in some psychopath’s basement, I would downright think he’s standing directly here before me.”

“How dare you talk like that about him, he’s our king!”

“He’s a narcissist!” The Corinthian yelled back, and you quickly took a step back.

He realized, and softened his voice. “Think about it. What the Waking World has to offer for you. For us. We could finally be free out there.”

You shook your head. “I do not understand you,” you muttered, ignoring his words. “How do you think bringing humans pain in the Waking World is more enjoyable than in here?”

The Corinthian raised his eyebrows at you, questioning.

“I mean, they expect it when they’re awake, do they not? From what I’ve heard, there is an excessive crime rate amongst humans. But when they sleep?” You asked.

“That is when they think that they are safe, right? Wouldn’t it be much more fun to … terrorize them there, instead of doing it like some other regular human murderer?” The Corinthian smirked at your words.

“Are you turning the cards on me, sugar? Are you trying to convince me to stay here?”

He leaned down to you. His low voice was lazed with just the slightest amusement, and made you avert eye contact with him, almost in guilt as if you had just been caught by your parents doing something very bad.

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip and drew them back in with a smack.

“To answer your question, sweetheart: no. Because I do not want to just terrorize them. At least not only their minds. Because their minds and their dreams they can escape. I can put them in physical danger. I can hunt them, I can make them feel real fear, I can know what they know, see what they have seen, feel what they have felt.”

You crinkled your eyebrows and shook your head at his behavior. “Did the King not make you to be the perfect one?”

“Yes exactly, I am!”, he exclaimed, stepping even closer to you. “And that is why I see his flaws, the flaws in his reign and in how he treats us! I am perfect and that is why I see that he is not.”

“He doesn’t care about us. Look at this!” He spread his arms as an urging for you to look around, to realize what has happened to the place you once called a home. “This … this kingdom, his beloved realm, or whatever, completely left alone, abandoned. He abandoned us. Staying here would have no purpose.”

Your eyes dared to flicker around for a second, to look at the place that used to be your favorite one in the entire realm of the Dreaming, which was now unrecognizable. A mere shadow of it’s former shape.

But then, as soon as the thoughts of doubt threatened to enter your mind, clarity washed over you like a wave of ice cold water. You clenched your jaw in determination and raised your chin, fixating the point where you assumed his eyes should be, with your own.

“I am loyal to Lord Morpheus,” you said. Firmly, almost as if the Corinthian wasn’t the only one you wanted to convince of that statement.

The nightmare in front of you dropped his arms, a scoff leaving his mouth in unbelief.

He shook his head. “Then you are loyal to a dead man,” he said.

You pressed your jaw harder together and he finally turned around, walking away and leaving you standing between the ruins of what once was the most beautiful of all realms, surrounded by black sand and the debris of a world.

Ever the loyal soldier to a broken crown.

[rimunagenius]

i’m deeply pained by the lack of steve murphy fics on tumblr…i love pedro but omg i cannot stand all these fics with him that come up when i want my weekly dose of white boy😓

[vullcanica]

@nightmarecountry : “God, you’re like a fancy dinner plate that you don’t wanna budge off the edge of the table.” (I'm sorry dan)

It's usually meant as a compliment, he's found. The way people look at him and think of rare, pretty, cold things by way of comparison. He's learned to accept it without much complaint, learned to gratify it when someone's tone dips saccharine and their flattery turns demeaning. Pearl, painting, plate. Proper perfect Perkins.

He's been called a thing before, in as many words as one could manage.

He's never been called fragile.

Doesn't expect to sting as much as it does, his skin assumedly thicker to the sentiment but, by god, this man - this creature or thing, whatever it is which does not seem to breathe and whose eyes clack enamel behind their shades - he makes it sound affronting. His tone lilts southern, mawkish and cloying, almost sticky-slurred from all the wretched saliva gathered just behind bared teeth, and Daniel's skin prickles. The gravel rumble pitch unnerves where it should charm, eerie in its artificiality like a distorted record. Like a predator growl. There's something wrong and enchanting and infuriating about it all.

You don't know the half of it, he thinks, suddenly, oddly possessed by an urge to defy the assumption. To commit the debasement of gracing a farce with answer. He should leave instead. Run. But disdain is a mighty root and the scowl cannot be helped when Daniel looks at him from beneath heavy brows - luciferian with anger too polite to become fury. His lips curl to stave off a rude tone. He thinks he ought to snarl but can't justify the reaction.

"I think you'll find.. I've weathered worse than a 'budge'."

[wysteria-clad]

'I want a baby' challenge with Boyd characters

Steve Murphy

Quinn Mckenna

Donald Pierce

The Corinthian

Ty Shaw

Miracle Guy