#eyes stuck on Bex’s face

[mypoisonedvine]

OMG OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOGETHER I CANT BREATHE!!! can i please req a dark eddie x shy innocent girlfriend reader who always keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to anyone (except eddie ofc) bc she has a stutter and has been bullied by jason but she doesn’t tell eddie because she’s afraid of what he’ll do but at lunch when she’s with him and his friends talking jason makes fun of her even making her cry and eddie just loses it! I LOVE YOU!!! srry for rambling😭😍🥰

WE'RE ALSO VERY EXCITED THAT WE'RE TOGETHER and we also can't breathe cause we keep laughing at stupid tiktoks lmaooo

just a heads up, I know you said dark eddie in the fic but it wasn't giving dark to me so I wrote it more traditional, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna have bex do this one but we realized it's a lot like their fic mighty protector so I decided to try my hand at it instead!

warnings: bullying, fluff, jason sucks

When you first transferred here, everyone just thought you were silent; that was what you wanted, actually, but it never lasted long enough. It was only a couple of weeks before you had to say something in front of them, and the longer you waited to speak, the more anxious you were to finally break the silence-- and anxiety was what made your stammer show up in the first place.

In those weeks of silence, Eddie had found a way to fall for you without getting to talk to you at all. Amazingly, even after you humiliated yourself in front of the entire English class and became the laughingstock of Hawkins High, he still asked you out; you rejected him the first time, actually, convinced it was a joke. Then, when you figured out it wasn't a joke, you rejected him again because you were too nervous to say yes.

Technically, you never said yes to that first date... he showed up at your house, with flowers and a blanket and a packed picnic basket, and you joined him on your own front lawn. And yes, he made you stammer-- and blush, and laugh. From that day on, you had a permanent seat at the Hellfire table at lunch, with Eddie's arm draped over your shoulders.

Of course, not every day could be perfection. There was still Jason.

"Hey, freaks," Jason greeted you all as he walked by, looking incredibly proud of that incredibly low-hanging fruit.

"Keep moving, shitstain," Dustin called back with a roll of his eyes.

"That's rich coming from you, freshman-- did you just get out of diapers or what?" Jason retorted.

For some reason, that really pissed you off, probably because you could remember being new here too. You knew you shouldn't say anything-- you hardly ever did, knowing what would happen if you opened your mouth-- but for once you wanted to speak up for something you cared about. Or, someone. You put all your concentration into the words on your tongue, clenching your fists and praying to any god that would listen to just. not. stutter.

"B-b-back off!" you blurted out. The whole table, and Jason's crew of jocks, went silent. Then, they started laughing.

Your face heated up and your eyes watered as you looked down. "Nice one, d-d-d-d-dork!" Jason imitated with a loud cackle. Dustin and Mike looked guilty, like it was somehow their fault; Eddie started to get up out of his seat at the table, but you squeezed his shoulder.

"D-don't," you whispered to Eddie. "He's j-j-just trying t-to get you in t-trouble. L...Lll--"

You were gonna say 'leave him alone', but 'L's were the hardest. You didn't stammer on this, specifically, but you got... stuck. And you hated it most of all, it made you feel like a complete lllllloser.

"Oh, look-- I bet she's whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Jason noticed you talking to your boyfriend, putting on a mocking impression with a high-pitched voice as he continued: "D-d-d-do me, Munson!"

A hand on his shoulder wasn't nearly enough to stop Eddie after that; he all but leapt out of his seat and pounced on Jason, taking him to the ground.

He got a few hits in, but it was only a few seconds before Jason's douche army was all over him; honestly, they would've probably really hurt him if there hadn't been teachers nearby to break it up.

The other thing about teachers being nearby, though, is that they saw Eddie technically 'start it.' Of course, they'd never give detention to a basketball star like Carver, and they were always looking for excuses to bust the stoner-slash-super-senior.

You tried to sweeten the deal, though, as repayment for him getting himself detention to defend your honor: you wrote him a note that you paid another delinquent to smuggle in to him.

Hey Ed,

I know I should say this to you in person, but I wanted it to be perfect, no stutters.

I love you.

~

Your heart was already racing as you waited for him to be released from detention; when you saw him burst through the front doors and come bounding towards you, you stood up from where you'd been sitting on the steps outside.

"My-- my poor b-boyfriend," you cooed as he wrapped you in a bear hug and kissed the top of your head.

"Didn't miss me too much while I was incarcerated, did you?" he smirked.

"D-d-desperately," you replied. "D-did you... get my note?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

You pouted a little, getting nervous. "D-do you have... anything to... say t-to it? I m-mean, what I said..."

"I won't respond to what you said until you say it," he insisted.

"Eddie!" you whined.

"C'mon, princess, loud and proud," he demanded.

"B-but I wanted it to be p-p-perfect!" you complained, your heart racing as you just knew you would mess it up if you tried to say it right to his face like this. Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath; praying didn't work last time, so you just said it a thousand times in your head like you wanted it to come out: I love you Eddie, I love you Eddie, I love you-- "I llllllove you, Eddie."

You cringed as you heard your impediment come through, but then you softened when you felt Eddie's lips press to yours. Smiling into it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. "Sounded perfect to me, princess," he whispered. "I love you, too."

[klausysworld]

Sex with Rebekah head canon😋

Sex with Rebekah head cannons:

Rebekah is defo a switch in my eyes.

One day she’ll be on-top of you trying to see how far your legs can stretch while she grinds down on you and sucks purple marks into your neck

The next she’ll be squirming with your fingers deep inside her, girlish moans echoing through the mansion

Bekah is much more eager for long, time well spent fucking love making over a quick little interaction

She likes to have you all dressed up nicely to her liking, she loves to take you lingerie shopping, having you all pretty and fuckable

Of course she could never not wear something absolutely delicious. Always dressed in the finest lace showing her luscious curves

Her hips always swayed seductively when she walked, it was never clear if she was naturally so elegant or purposefully trying to entice you

When she lured you back to your bedroom she was always ready to pounce on you, pinning you beneath her and claiming your mouth enthusiastically

She loved to have you hump at her leg, she enjoyed the little noises you would make while you ride her beautifully thick thighs. She doesn’t even have to touch you to have you begging for her.

Occasionally she will beg for you too, especially if you’ve been teasing her.

Oh how easily she falls apart when you have you face between her thighs. She can’t help the loud cries and moans that leave her plump lips as your tongue curling inside her. Nails scratch at you scalp as she pulls at your hair.

Sometimes (with your consent) she’ll wake you up by having her talented tongue on your pretty clit, having you flutter your eyes open only to shut them again as you moan loudly and waves of pleasure crash through you

Rebekah is up for basically anything. Role playing? Sure, what do you have in mind?

Toys? Always.

Accessories? She’s always excited.

Bex wants you to be able to indulge in your every fantasy. She’s had 1000years to learn how to do everything, now she gets to show you how good she can be.

On the rare occasion she hasn’t tried something, she’s even more excited, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation as she waits for what’s to come.

She loves to give to you, she likes to know that she can make you feel better than anyone else and always wants to please you

That’s not to say she isn’t over the moon for you to have control over her though. Gosh the dirty things you’ll whisper to her while her hands are stuck above her head, her body struggling to contain itself.

Sometimes when one of you is especially needy in public she’ll have her hand wondering between your legs, urging you to open them so she can feel you.

A few times she would pull you hand to her, she’s been wearing dresses much more since being with you, always ready for your waiting fingers, buzzing in her seat for you.

Even her siblings know that you two are like breeding bunnies. The distaste is clear on Elijah’s face as he glances at the sofa knowing that you two had been there nearly the whole night before finally moving it upstairs as a very embarrassed Klaus accidentally walked in while he was going to get a drink.

Kol was quick to tease his sister and Freya couldn’t help her giggles seeing both your flushed faces.

[hanasnx]

you and i are always texting flirty shit that’s just part of our personality and then we get down to the actual fucking our senses of humor get ten times worse -> "you gunna shut me up with your dick or do you just love my shitty jokes that much?" Alternatively, "are we playing smash bros or are we smashin', bro?"

and ofc i’m trying to victory fuck that mouth, i’m on a winners high. and it’s even better when i’ve gotta work for it a little, wrestle you down and pin you, make sure you know i’m the best but you’re prolly playing me, letting me win or smthn so we can get down to business -> Bex just laying there, goading and smirking the whole time. "Alright, tough guy, you got me.." He just flips you over looking down. "You win, I get face fucked, thems the rules, handsome."

coworker!indy who gets led into that freezer by the collar of his shirt bcos he’s been teasing you all day for the sole purpose. -> kisses that are so hot and heavy their breaths visibly mingle. Steam rising of their skin and bex's thin shirt clings to the damp skin of his chest. The cool air making every bit of metal stuck in his face cold to the touch, teasing indy's skin with every mouthing kiss against his neck. Freezers muffle lots of sound and when he goes back to tending the bar, his eyes never leave Indy. Even with girls pressing their tits together for his attention as they lean on the counter, all he can think about is swallowing Indy's panting gasps as eagerly as he did oxygen.

and when you call me out for using your sibling as an excuse to see you i’m biting my lip waiting to kiss you -> sneaking a quick kiss, one that tugs his bottom lip and ruins his hair, leaving swollen lips and flushed cheeks in its wake.

I could go all night..

loved the “smashin bro” line

also i love neck kisses irl i go wild for them. if i’m out of the freezer with red marks from you making out w my pulse point i’ve got jizz in my pants 100% and ofc those girls are trying to get at you rn and ofc you’re thinking about me instead 💕

[domripley]

Take Me One More Time

pairing: becky lynch x bayley

warnings: top bayley, bottom becky, daddy kink, bodyguard au, bodyguard!bayley, choking, oral sex on a strapon, brat!becky, non-consensual voyeurism (mentioned), charlotte’s a bit of a perv but it’s okay, setting up for a sequel.

word count: 7,918

summary: after charlotte’s father pisses off the wrong people, she hires a bodyguard for her best friend becky.

title credit: sextape - deftones

Becky didn’t agree to having a bodyguard, she thought she didn’t need one. Although she was good friends with the Flair family, she wasn’t in their business. Hell until a few hours, Becky didn’t even know about it. Her best friend Charlotte had called her to inform her that they would be a bodyguard at her front door in ten minutes and would be negotiable. When they would arrive, they would give her a code, and that code being ‘Pine Trees’. At first, Becky had thought she was joking, that Charlotte had been trying to pull her leg.

“No, Bex, this is serious. My father has pissed off the wrong people, and anyone associated could be in major trouble. She’s coming, and she already knows not to leave no matter what you say,” Charlotte growled, causing Becky to roll her eyes. She knew Charlotte was serious, but she didn’t need one.

“Of course, you told her that,” Becky said flatly. Charlotte knew her too well not to say something to who she hired. She paused after giving some consideration. Sighing, she continued, “Fine, but she better not get in my way. The fact that you’re out of the country and I’m stuck in your mansion for who knows how long is insane to me.”

“Bayley’s one of the best, and I think the two of you will get along just well. But are you seriously complaining that you get the whole place by yourself.”

“We’ll see about that. It’s not by myself.”

Charlotte sighed, “It’s for the best. I’ve gotta go, I’ll call you tonight.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe her, Becky just didn’t think she needed anyone babysitting her.

Eleven minutes went by when the dreaded knock on the door came, and Becky took her sweet time getting up off the couch. She hoped that by taking her time would discourage this ‘Bayley’, but when she heard the doorbell rang, she knew that she wasn’t going away any time soon.

“I’m coming, holy fuck. Be patient.” Becky groaned, hearing the doorbell rang for a fourth and final time.

Speeding up to get to the front door, Becky didn’t want to deal with the ringing anymore. Opening the door, a little too forceful, she came face to face with a brunette who she guessed it was Bayley.

“Are there any Pine Trees nearby?” Bayley had asked, looking around cautiously, earning a laugh from Becky.

Becky couldn’t believe that her bodyguard was this person, she usually always pictured bodyguards with suits on and sunglasses on.

“You know, you could have just said the words ‘Pine Trees’, and I would have let you in.”

“I thought it would be more fun to fit it into a sentence, sue me.”

Becky stared at Bayley, unsure of what to say to that. She knew that the brunette was joking, but it had annoyed her to the core. She wanted nothing more for this whole thing to be over so this ‘Bayley’ woman could go away.

“If I could, if I would.” Becky mumbled as Bayley brought in her bags.

Once everything was inside the house, Bayley locked the door. “So, Charlotte tells me that you’re not very happy about this?” she said, putting her bags down onto the couch.

“That would be correct,” Becky said, moving her bags off the couch so she could sit down. Turning on the TV, she tried her best not to look at the woman. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, and that Bayley didn’t deserve the attitude. “So I’d rather much like it if you were able to stay out of my way.”

“Okay I get that you don’t want me to be here, but whether you like it or not I’m not going anywhere. So either you start being nice and this won’t be so bad, or you can be miserable the whole time. I also don’t quit so don’t even try that with me,” Bayley warned, and Becky’s eyes widened a little.

She wasn’t expecting Bayley to say something, even if it was deserved. Becky wasn’t sure on how she was going to respond to that. But once Bayley sat down, she relaxed a bit.

“You hungry? I could order us something.” Bayley said, as if she hadn’t just snapped at her.

However, Becky let it go.

She was in fact, hungry and she didn’t have to pay, what more could she ask for?

“I am, what’re you thinking?” Becky asked, watching as Bayley pulled another phone out of one of her bags. “Pizza. You okay with Hawaiian?”

“Vegetarian for me, you can get yourself that Hawaiian pizza. I’m sure Charlotte won’t mind.” Becky said, and Bayley rolled her eyes.

“I’m paying for it because I was given orders to not order food, to eats what in here, but there’s nothing good in here,” she paused as she typed in a number that Becky guessed was a pizza place. “So if you tell Charlotte or her father I will completely deny it.”

Becky liked seeing Bayley smile, but soon shook that thought out of her head. She barely knew this woman and even though she trusted Charlotte’s judgement, Becky knew she shouldn’t be having any thoughts of Bayley and her smile. Even if it was a very nice smile.

Once Bayley finished ordering and was off the phone, she spoke to Becky. “Should be here between thirty to forty-five minutes.”

“Alright cool, oh, do you want me to show you to your room?” Becky asked, trying to fill the silence. It was a large mansion and the last thing she needed was for it to be quiet.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Bayley said, getting up from her spot on the couch.

Becky grabbed one of her bags for her, and as she led Bayley up to the second floor, she wondered how long Charlotte would be out of the country for with all of this going on. Knowing that the longer she wasn’t there, the longer Bayley would be around. Other than the fact that Becky was starting to feel like she was being babysat, Bayley didn’t seem all that bad.

“Here’s your room, mine is two doors down so you know!” Becky called out for her as she walked towards her own room. She needed a little bit of space so she could think.

A part of her wanted to go back to her own apartment, but she knew that that wasn’t possible. She was here until everything was sorted out, no matter how long it took. She was housesitting for Charlotte when this all went down. Shutting the door and locking it, Becky laid down on the bed knowing that she had time before the pizza got there.

Becky woke up to Bayley banging on her bedroom door, “Pizza’s here!”

Groaning, she got up as quickly as she could and headed to the door.

“Listen, you just woke me up from one of the best dreams I’ve had in a long time. That’s rude.” Becky yawned.

Bayley decided to ignore Becky’s comment. “Pizza’s here, and both actually smell really good.”

“I’m glad, I’m so hungry.”

—-

After a few hours of talking and getting to know Bayley, Becky realized that they had a lot in common. She was surprised to find out that Bayley didn’t want to be there either, but it was good money. If it was any other scenario, Becky knew she’d be offended, but she really couldn’t blame her. Being stuck in place for who knows how long, and even though there were things to do in the mansion, it got boring quickly.

“You know, you’re not so bad honestly. It’s kind of nice having someone else here with me, even if you’re babysitting me.” Becky smiled, causing Bayley to roll her eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Even if I’m having to babysit you.” Bayley laughed. She stopped laughing as they maintained eye contact with one another.

Bayley leaned in and kissed Becky on the lips, quickly pulling away from her. Eyes widening she didn’t say anything as she went back to eating some of her pizza. Becky placed her plate down on the coffee table, knowing that she was breaking one of Charlotte’s big rules: No eating on the couch. A rule that she broke so many times, but why was it now that she focused on that?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“No, no! You don’t have to apologize. Honestly, it was… really nice.” Becky admitted, looking away from Bayley so she could hide the blush forming on her face.

Cursing herself for how she was feeling, she was never one to get all shy but Bayley was making her feel that way.

“It was?-I mean, I’m glad that it was nice,” Bayley said, a little caught off guard considering that Becky didn’t respond. She wanted to do so much more, but she knew that she couldn’t push her.

“Hey, I’m going to head to my room to watch a few movies before bed. Feel free to join me if you’d like.” Bayley said, getting up off of the couch.

She grabbed Becky and her plates, taking them to the kitchen. She was going to play it cool and if Becky wanted to join her, she would. Although, a part of her hoped she would.

As soon as the pizza was in the fridge and Bayley cleaned the crumbs up off the coffee table, she headed towards the staircase. “Let me know if you need anything.” she said before heading up the stairs.

—-

Halfway during the first movie, there was a knock at Bayley’s door. Pausing the movie, Bayley called out, “Come in!”

Becky opened the door, shutting it once she was in. “Can I join you? I mean, I know you said I could, but I’d rather just make sure y’know?”

Bayley patted the spot next to her, “Come on in, I’ve been watching Insidious. I can restart it if you’d like?”

“No it’s okay! I don’t mind watching from where you’re at,” she said, climbing up on the bed.

Once Becky was settled in and comfortable, Bayley pushed play and she tried to keep her focus on the movie. Becky’s arm was on top of hers and although there wasn’t any intention to it, Bayley couldn’t focus on what was happening. She hadn’t known Becky for more than twelve hours and she already wanted to do things with her. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it.

When the movie was over, Bayley went to her watchlist. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

“You kissed me.” Becky blurted out, turning to her side so she was facing Bayley. “You kissed me and we barely know each other. Not that I’m complaining, or I didn’t like it, but, do you do this with everyone you’re supposed to be keeping safe?”

Bayley rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at Becky. “No, I know it was super unprofessional of me and trust me when I say this: it won’t be happening again.”

Becky didn’t believe that for a second, but she went along with it. “Okay. Let’s watch that new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie.”

Bayley groaned, “I’ve heard such shitty things about that movie, pick somth-”

“I think not. You said and I quote, ‘is there anything you want to watch?’ and sorry but I’m holding you to that, Bay-Bay.” Becky said with a smirk. She was testing the waters and Bayley caught on a lot faster than she normally would.

“First of all, please never call me that again. Second of all, you have a point. We’ll watch it, but after that I’m picking.” Bayley shook her head.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I cringed saying it.”

The two laughed for a good few minutes before Bayley turned the movie on. She couldn’t focus on the movie, but all she could think about was kissing Becky again. After the movie, Bayley got up off the bed. She needed some space to clear her mind. Most importantly get her mind off the redhead.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to check the perimeter to make sure everything’s okay.” She said, grabbing her flashlight from her bag.

“Okay, well, I’m going to head to bed myself. Just let me know that you’re back inside so if you make noise, I’m not thinking that someone’s here to kill me.” Becky said, getting off Bayley’s bed.

“Aye Aye, Capatain!” Bayley smirked saluting Becky playfully.

“Oh god.” She laughed, opening the door. She headed back to her own room, unsure of how to take Bayley’s sudden energy.

Becky laid down, deciding not to turn on a movie. She needed the sleep and with Bayley doing her job she was starting to get tired.

—-

When Becky woke up, the mansion was completely quiet. Unsure if Bayley was sleeping, considering that she went out to check around the place extremely late. A part of her wanted to go back to sleep but her bladder wasn’t going to let her do that. Grabbing her phone, she was shocked to see that it was already one in the afternoon. How did she sleep that long? She was awake until two in the morning, but Bayley had to of been up a lot later.

Rolling out of bed with a groan, Becky got her clothes ready to take a shower. All she had to do now was get into the bathroom, but a part of her didn’t want to move from where she was at. Although, a part of her wanted to go and see where Bayley was at.

—

For the first week, Bayley avoided Becky as much as she could. Making excuses on why she can’t stay in the same room for too long, and Becky caught on quickly. She just decided not to say anything just yet.

When Bayley ordered dinner for the two of them after a week of avoiding the redhead, that’s when Becky decided to ask. Feeling as if it was the perfect time to.

Instead of sugar coating it, Becky blurted the question out, “So… why have you been avoiding me all week?”

Bayley gave her a strange look, as if she was trying to come up with a strange excuse.

“I-I’m not avoiding you? What are you talking about?” Bayley asked.

Becky rolled her eyes, realizing quickly that Bayley was a really bad liar. Giving herself some credit – since she was never this bold with anyone. Even with Charlotte. She took a deep breath as she gathered what she was going to say next.

“Then how come you’d tell me you would have to go check on this or that every time I sat next to you when you had already checked on it twice before?” Becky questioned, taking a sip of her now cold coffee. She waited for Bayley to tell her the truth, ready to call her out if she tried to lie badly again.

“Oh.” Bayley said quietly, realizing that she had been caught in her lie.

“Yeah. So, do you want to tell me or?” Becky crossed her arms once she put her coffee down.

Bayley sighed, looking down at her hands. “I have been avoiding you, but not because of anything you did. I’ve… I’ve been thinking about things that if Charlotte found out, she’d fire me before I could say ‘please don’t’, and… every time you’re near me I can’t focus on my job. Which, is to protect you and I can’t do that if all I can think about is fucking you.”

Becky was shocked to hear what Bayley’s real reason was.

“You want to fuck me?” Becky asked with a sly smirk, turning so she was completely facing Bayley. She wanted to tease her a bit.

“So that’s what you take from that? Not that I’m being unprofessional, or I’m distracted when I’m supposed to be doing my job. But that I want to fuck you? Wow.” Bayley chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I mean, if you want to fuck me, all you have to do is ask. Ever since you kissed me, I’ve been thinking about you and who knows how long we’re going to be stuck in here. So, Charlotte won’t ever have to know, especially since I wouldn’t ever tell her because I know she pays good, and you’ve got bills to pay.”

“You want me to fuck you?” Bayley asked, scooting closer to the redhead.

Becky nodded, pouting at Bayley. But that wasn’t good enough for her – she wanted to hear Becky say it.

“Use your words or you’ll get nothing from me.” Bayley stated, placing a hand on Becky’s thigh as she leaned in to kiss her.

“I-I want you to fuck me. Have since the moment I saw you.” She whispered as Bayley kissed her neck. Sucking on her skin gently as she slid her hand into the redhead’s pants, rubbing her gently through her underwear.

“Good girl. You’re already so wet… tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Hm? You say you’ve been wanting me to fuck you since the moment you saw me, even though you were such a brat to me. I wanted to bend you over my knee and spank the brat out of you.” Bayley admitted, pulling her hand out of Becky’s pants. “Undress for me.”

Bayley pulled away from her completely, sitting up in her seat so she could watch Becky.

Becky started with her shirt, pulling it off and playfully throwing it at Bayley, earning a laugh from the woman. Silently thanking herself for not putting a bra on so she didn’t have to struggle with that, she unbuckled her belt. Slipping it out of the loops, she placed it on the coffee table gently. Unzipping her jeans, Becky pulled both her pants and her underwear down, quickly kicking them off her.

“Your turn,” Becky said, reaching her hand down to play with her clit.

“Hands off. Or I’ll have you put your clothes on. You’ll be listening to me from here on out because I don’t deal with brats.” Bayley warned, smirking as she watched Becky pull her hand away.

“Good girl.” Bayley praised, pulling her shirt off. She didn’t want to waste any more time - taking her bra off surprisingly quickly. Thanking herself that she decided to wear sweatpants instead of her jeans, she was able to pull both her pants and underwear down to her ankles.

“Come sit on my lap.” Bayley instructed, patting her thighs as she watched Becky get closer to her.

Straddling Bayley’s lap, Becky looked away from her. Bayley moaned, feeling how wet Becky was against her thigh. Grinding slowly against her thigh, Becky closed her eyes as Bayley began to play with her nipples. Trying to focus on anything but how good it was feeling. She wanted to make it last even though she kept grinding against Bayley’s thigh, feeling herself getting closer to her orgasm.

“Stop.” Bayley said, moving her hands away from Becky’s nipples. She wanted to take it upstairs and into her bedroom, and if she got started down on the couch, she’d have to stop to get her toys. It would be easier to just go upstairs. “Let’s take this to my room.”

Kissing Becky once more before having her get up, Bayley led the way up to the bedroom she was staying in. I’ll get our clothes later, she thought to herself as she hurried up the stairs. Looking behind her, she was glad to see that Becky wasn’t taking her time getting up the stairs either. Trying her best to shake of her nervousness – Charlotte wasn’t going to find out and she wasn’t going to get caught. Even though she barely knew Becky, she trusted her a lot more than she probably should. Once she got into the room, she stopped thinking about it the best she could. Bayley didn’t want her overthinking to kill her mood, especially when she had the redhead in front of her, wanting to be fucked. She needed to focus on Becky and Becky only.

“I want you on your back on the bed.” Bayley stated, not wanting to waste any more time.

Becky did as she was told, covering herself up with her hands as Bayley joined her on the bed. “Don’t cover yourself, baby, I want to see you.” She said softly, guiding Becky’s hands off her for her. The redhead looked away, too shy to say something. Bayley was softer, not wanting to be too rough yet.

Bayley moved a little so that she was laying between Becky’s legs. Kissing the redhead for a while before bringing her right hand up to play with one of Becky’s nipples. Pinching it, she made sure that she wasn’t being too rough with it. Unsure if Becky was into it or not - she pulled her head away, wanting to look Becky in the eyes.

“You tell me if I start to do something you don’t like. Understood?” Bayley asked, moving her hand away from Becky’s chest.

To her surprise, it caused the redhead to whine. Bayley hummed when she realized that Becky wanted her to keep going.

“Please, please play with my nipples. M’need you to. Please?” she begged, not wanting Bayley to stop what she was doing. She needed her to keep going - needed her to make her feel good.

“You got it, baby.” Was all Bayley said before she leaned down, taking one of Becky’s nipples into her mouth. Sucking on it gently, Bayley brought her hand up to play with the other.

Biting gently, Bayley tried to focus on that as Becky began to grind against her. She needed more friction than that, but it was better than nothing. Bayley closed her eyes, feeling how wet Becky was starting to distract her.

Pulling her mouth off her nipple, she asked, “Do you want my mouth somewhere else? Hm?”

Becky nodded, whimpering when Bayley brought her hand down hard against her thigh. “You know I want you to use your words, or you’ll get nothing. So, do you want my mouth somewhere else?”

“Y-yes, want your mouth on my pussy. Please, Daddy, please?” Becky whined, trying her best to grind against Bayley harder than before. She needed more and she hoped that Bayley was going to give it to her.

“Fuck,” Bayley breathed, crawling down the bed so she could lay between Becky’s legs comfortably. Kissing Becky’s thigh, she bit the same spot that she had kissed. Quickly turning her head so she could do the same to her other thigh. Bayley wanted to make this last a little longer than Becky did. She loved taking her time, knowing it would be worth it in the end. Leaning in and kissing Becky’s clit she pulled away with a smirk when Becky whined. She was desperate, wanting nothing more for Bayley to give her what she wanted. But she knew Bayley didn’t work that way.

Finally, Bayley decided to give Becky what she wanted – leaning towards her once more, she took Becky’s clit into her mouth. Sucking on it gently, Bayley slipped a finger into her wanting to give her even more pleasure. Becky tried her best to grind against Bayley’s face, but Bayley held her hips still. Pulling away from Becky’s pussy, Bayley shook her head.

“You don’t move, Daddy’ll stop if you do it again. Understood?” Bayley asked, pulling her finger out of Becky so she could rub at her clit. “Do you baby? Tell me.”

“I-I understand, p-please don’t stop. I want to be a good girl for you.” Becky whined as Bayley went back to eating her out. Trying her best to stay still as Bayley kept going, Becky closed her eyes trying her best to focus on how good her tongue felt.

Before Becky was able to come, Bayley pulled away. Getting up off the bed, she made her way to one of her bags so she could pull out one of her strapons, along with some lube. She wanted Becky to be comfortable – focusing on that instead of the fear that if Charlotte found out, she would be fired without a second thought. Bayley put the strapon on, crawling on the bed so she was in between Becky’s thighs.

“I know you were so close… but I really want you to come on my cock instead. You’ll be a good girl and do that for me?” Bayley questioned, lubing the toy up. Rubbing the tip of it against Becky’s clit, she asked again. “Will you be a good girl and do that for me?”

This time, Bayley pushed only the tip into Becky, staying still while she waited for an answer. If she had to stop to get an answer, she would.

“I-I’ll be a good girl for you, wanna come on your cock,” she whispered, trying to hide her face. Normally Bayley would make her look at her and say it, but she was feeling a lot nicer tonight. Pushing the toy, a little further into Becky, Bayley smiled.

“You’re doing so good for me, just a little bit more and I’ll be all the way inside of you.” Bayley informed her, watching as Becky nodded that she understood what was being said. Bottoming out into Becky, Bayley kissed the redhead’s neck as she gasped loudly. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. I’ll give you some time to adjust, you let me know when I can start moving, okay?”

“O-Okay,” Becky whimpered. Closing her eyes once more so she could relax and try to steady her breathing.

After a while, Becky let her know that she was ready for her to move, and Bayley did just that. Pulling all the way out of the redhead, Bayley pushed all the way back into her. Doing this a few more times until Bayley decided enough was enough. Fucking Becky at a slow pace, she reached down to rub at her clit. Getting to a pace that she could do without having to stop and readjust herself, Bayley kept her eyes on Becky. The way the redhead looked as she was fucking her made Bayley want to do this more often. Reaching her hand to Becky’s neck, she squeezed a little harder than she planned too, but Becky seemed to like it. Squeezing against the strapon on, Becky whined as Bayley fucked her harder.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” Bayley moaned leaning down to take one of Becky’s nipples into her mouth.

Sucking gently on her nipple, Bayley fucked Becky at a much slower pace. She wanted to focus on this for a while. Becky didn’t seem to mind it all too much, grinding her hips as best she could from her position and even though a part of Bayley wanted to stop her – she decided against it.

Pulling her mouth away from her, Bayley sat back up so she could fuck Becky better again. Keeping up with a steady pace, Bayley focused on making the redhead come this time. Rubbing her clit once more, Becky tried to fuck the toy back. She wanted as much friction as she could get.

“I’m so close, p-please don’t stop. M’need you.” Becky begged, and Bayley smiled softly.

“I’m not going to stop, baby. I want you to come for me, you don’t need to ask.” Bayley reassured her, trying her best to keep her pace up.

Bayley slowed down for a second, deciding on what she wanted to do next. Finally, she pulled out of Becky and was quick to get off the bed. Helping Becky off the bed, Bayley laid down her back. “Come sit on my cock, I want you to ride me.” She told her, and Becky got back onto the bed.

Straddling her lap, Becky moaned as she sunk down onto the strapon. Grinding herself against Bayley, she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Bayley bucked her hips up, fucking into the redhead roughly. She could tell Becky was close and as soon as she began to come, Bayley didn’t stop fucking her – she only fucked her faster.

Riding out her orgasm, Becky pulled off Bayley once she was calm. Laying down next to her, she turned her head so she could look at her bodyguard. “D-Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, and Bayley shook her head.

“No it’s okay, I’d rather do the fucking than be touched. I hope you understand.” Bayley stated, and Becky could tell that she was a little nervous.

“Oh, that’s completely okay, I promise.” Becky licked her lips, leaning towards Bayley to kiss her forehead.

Bayley got off the bed and went to go get a washcloth. She didn’t want Becky getting up yet, unsure if the redhead’s legs would hold her up from being fucked. Bayley didn’t want her to hurt herself.

“I’m going to help clean up, spread your legs for me,” Bayley instructed her, and Becky did as she was told.

Bringing the washcloth between Becky’s legs, Bayley focused on cleaning her up instead of the noises she was making. A part of her wanted to fuck her again, but she knew she had to do her job.

“You did so good for me, baby. I’m going to get dressed and check around outside, when I get back, would you like to cuddle?” Bayley asked, and Becky hummed.

“I’d love that, and will you bring chips up for me?” Becky asked, turning onto her side. “Please?”

Bayley sighed, rolling her eyes, “Okay but if you get crumbs on m-“

Becky cut her off with a quick, “You can always sleep in my bed with me.”

“I love how you think. Okay, I’ll be back, ten-fifteen minutes tops.” Bayley said, kissing the top of Becky’s head. “I’ll be looking forward for my cuddles.”

When Bayley left the room and Becky knew she was outside, she closed her eyes and began to fall asleep. A part of her hoped Bayley would just climb into bed with her when she got back inside.

–

When Becky woke up, she was a little disappointed to find that she was alone in the bed. She wasn’t sure if it was because Bayley never came to lay down with her or if it was that she did, but she had to get up to check things out. A part of her wanted to get up and check, but she was way too comfortable where she was. Closing her eyes, she figured Bayley could wait. Sleep could not.

As soon as Becky woke up again, she decided not to stay in bed any longer – plus, her bladder wasn’t allowing her to. Getting off the bed in a hurry, she walked out of the room and into the bathroom. She was still so tired, but she was going to try and talk Bayley into letting her leave for a bit. She needed to get out of the mansion and out in public, even if it was only for an hour. Becky felt as if she deserved that at least.

Heading downstairs Becky had realized that Bayley was asleep on the couch. She wasn’t sure if she should wake her up, but she wanted to go out and do something. What was the point of having one of Charlotte’s credit cards for her to use if she wasn’t going to use it.

“Hey, wake up.” Becky said, shaking Bayley gently.

Smiling when she heard Bayley groaning, she hoped that Bayley would let her go out.

“Well good morning to you too, I guess. How’d you sleep?” Bayley asked as she sat up. Wiping her eyes, she realized it was only ten in the morning.

“I slept great. You didn’t come back into the room, did you?”

Bayley sighed and that told Becky all she needed to know.

“I did, but you were already asleep, and I didn’t want to be loud getting into the bed that I’d wake you up.” Bayley explained to her, but Becky shook her head.

“It’s fine,” Becky paused. “Do you think we could go out today? I’m getting stir crazy and I would like to do some shopping.”

Bayley didn’t respond for a few seconds, and it was starting to make Becky nervous. She knew Bayley was thinking about it, but it still didn’t make it comforting.

“As much as I would love to let you, it’s just not safe. I’m sorry.” She sighed.

Even though Becky knew that Bayley was just doing her job, but it still irritated her. Of course, there were things to do in Charlotte’s mansion, but it wasn’t helping. She could only bowl so much. Becky needed to go outside.

“Can I at least go outside if I can’t go out to a store?” Becky asked, causing Bayley to shake her head with a smile.

“You can, as long as you stay where I can see you.” Bayley said.

“Okay, mom.” Becky rolled his eyes.

—-

After taking a long shower and now in fresh clothes, Becky hurried out the door. Taking her car keys and wallet, she was thankful that Bayley wasn’t paying attention. She wished she didn’t have to sneak out like this, but Bayley left her no choice. She just planned on going to get a few new clothes and maybe something to eat. Bayley stopped ordering food since she ordered pizza and that was the first night she was there. That had been weeks ago, and Becky couldn’t handle anymore ramen noodles and pizza rolls.

As soon as she unlocked the gate, Becky got in the car and turned it on. Driving off and out of Charlotte’s property, Becky felt free for the first time in weeks. She needed this, needed to be out of the house and honestly, away from Bayley. She liked Bayley – hell, they had sex last night. But she couldn’t stand Bayley and she figured it was due to being in Charlotte’s mansion.

Ten minutes later, she arrived at the mall. It felt good to be around other people, even if she had no clue who they were. A part of her wondered if Bayley even realized that she was gone. Shaking the thought away, Becky headed into one of her favorite stores, not realizing that a man had begun to follow her.

After a little while, her phone rang and it was Bayley.

“I know you’re at the mall and I’m headed that way now. Someone’s been hired to kill you, and he’s been following you for the past two hours. I want you to stay in the mall where everyone around can see you. No blind spots.” Bayley warned and Becky began to look around. She hadn’t expected Bayley to call with all that, but she was glad she did call her to warn her.

Trying her best to act as if she didn’t know what she knew now, she walked into another store on the intention of buying somethings to keep her busy. A part of her knowing she wasn’t going to be allowed out of Bayley’s sight ever again. Half an hour later, Bayley found Becky sitting in the cafeteria.

“Come with me, I’m going to have someone pick up your car later. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to really babysit you. I’m going to be honest here, I’m pissed. Because if Charlotte finds out I could be fired.” Bayley snapped, and Becky hadn’t thought about that. She felt awful and she felt the need to say something.

“Hey listen, I’m sorry for putting you in that position. I’m not going to say anything to anyone.” She reassured Bayley, but Bayley chose to ignore her. As soon as they got to her car, Bayley unlocked it.

As soon as they were both in the car, Bayley locked the doors and turned the car on. Driving out of the parking lot, Bayley made sure she took the longest way back to the mansion. Becky wanted to say something, but she felt that in that moment, it wasn’t okay to do so. Bayley was frustrated and angry, and Becky felt that it would only make her even angrier.

—

When they got to Charlotte’s, Bayley turned the car off and got out of the car. Becky followed suit, trying her best to catch up with her.

“Listen, Charlotte’s not going to find out if that’s what you’re worried ab-“ Becky stated, but Bayley cut her off.

“What I was worried about? I was worried that you were going to get hurt. I was worried about you not if Charlotte found out.” Bayley snapped, turning to look at Becky.

Becky looked down at her hands, realizing that she could have been hurt, or even worse. Bayley rushed up the stairs and into her room – not wanting to be around the redhead. Becky knew Bayley was upset and a part of her felt like going up to the room to try and talk to her, but she knew that she needed space.

—

After an hour, Bayley came out to find Becky on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. She felt bad for snapping at Becky and she knew she needed to apologize.

“Hey,” Bayley sighed, walking down the stairs and towards the couch.

Becky turned the TV off and said, “Hey.”

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, it’s just that I was worried and knowing that someone was following you made me afraid. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that and I get why you wanted to leave for a little. Next time, don’t go by yourself, okay?” Bayley said, smiling once she noticed that Becky was smiling at her.

Sitting down on the couch next to Becky, Bayley grabbed the remote off the coffee table. She really hoped that she didn’t fuck things up with Becky in the long run. She genuinely liked Becky and a part of her hoped that once this was all done and over with, that she would want to try and get together.

After sitting in silence for a few more minutes, Becky finally spoke up.

“You don’t have to apologize; I should have listened to you. I know there’s not much I can do, but is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I could have gotten you fired, and I still can if Charlotte ever finds out. I just… I just feel really bad.” Becky admitted.

“Hm… I can think of a few things that you could do… if you’re comfortable, of course.” Bayley suggested and Becky rolled her eyes.

“Are you wanting to fuck me again, Daddy?” Becky asked, biting her lip. She knew that that would get Bayley going.

The truth was she needed Bayley to fuck her, and she was glad Bayley wanted to do so.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve to be fucked, but I do think you should get on your knees and suck my cock.” Bayley bit her lip, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her thigh to reveal the strapon she was packing.

Doing as she was told, Becky got down onto her knees in front of Bayley. Looking up at her, she waited for Bayley to give her the go-ahead. Gripping the base of the toy, she nodded.

“That’s it, good fucking girl.” Bayley praised, leaning the toy towards Becky so she could reach it better.

Wrapping her lips around the tip of the toy, Becky didn’t waste any time taking more of it into her moth. She didn’t mind doing this for her and as an aching feeling grew between her legs, Becky began to grind against nothing. Gripping Becky’s hair, Bayley pushed her down further onto the toy – only letting go when Becky began to gag.

“F-Fuck,” Becky gasped, wiping her mouth. “P-Please fuck me.”

She needed Bayley to fuck her – grinding against nothing wasn’t helping at all. Bayley ignored her please, guiding her mouth back on to the toy.

“I love watching you suck my cock, could watch this all day.” Bayley moaned, thrusting her hips up slightly. Becky pulled away from the toy, pouting slightly as she tried to convince Bayley to fuck her.

“Mm, you are being a good girl for me now, but I don’t think I should fuck you just yet…“ Bayley trailed off, smirking as Becky whimpered.

“Please, please. I need you. M’need you to fuck me.” Becky begged, hoping Bayley would eventually give in to her. It was true – she needed Bayley, and she was becoming desperate for more.

Bayley looked down at Becky, unable to deny her any longer. “Okay, fine.” She hummed, pulling her own shirt off. She couldn’t wait to fuck Becky any longer.

Bayley silently thanked herself for deciding to take her bra off earlier – not wanting to waste any more time. Becky was desperate and so was she. Pulling her pants down and kicking them off, Bayley repositioned herself on the couch so her back was against one of the arms. If Becky wanted to be fucked, she would be doing all the work this time.

She was glad that Becky seemed to get the picture – once she was completely undressed, she climbed onto the couch so she could straddle the toy. Hovering over it for a few moments as she gripped the base of the toy. Sinking down onto the toy, Becky shut her eyes as her mouth dropped open. The toy Bayley had decided to wear this time was much bigger than the last, wanting to really stretch Becky out.

”Shit,” Becky whispered as soon as the strapon was all the way inside of her.

“Take your time, I’m not going to rush you.” Bayley reassured her, bringing her hand to her thigh. Becky began to grind against her, taking in how full she felt.

Watching as Bayley licked the pad of her thumb, Becky bit her lip as she began to rub her clit. Now feeling that she was able to move, Becky shifted a little, so she was able to get into a better position. Moving all the way off the strapon, Becky didn’t waste any time with sinking back down on it. But this time, Bayley fucked into her a few times. She couldn’t sit there and watch any longer – she wanted to fuck Becky and sitting there and watching wasn’t doing anything but cause Bayley to grow desperate.

“Pl-Please-“ she whimpered, grabbing onto the arm of the couch for support as Bayley fucked into her harder than she intended to. She couldn’t help it – she wanted to hear all the noises Becky could make for her. That was enough to make Bayley come. Making a mental note to stop if Becky looked as if she were in pain.

“You going to come for me baby? You gonna come for your Daddy?” Bayley asked, her breathing labored.

Becky nodded frantically, trying her best fuck Bayley back. She was so close – needing just a little more. Bayley brought her hand up to her neck, wrapping it around the redhead’s neck and squeezing lightly. This sent her over the edge – Becky closed her eyes as she came, thankful that Bayley kept going. Finally stopping as soon as Becky laid on top of her.

Bayley reached her arm around Becky, rubbing her back anywhere she could reach. She didn’t want to push her off, letting the redhead decide when she was ready to get up. A part of her enjoyed having her like this – the intimacy of it was something she could get used to.

“You were such a good girl, Becky,” Bayley praised, kissing the top of her head.

“Th-Thank you-“ Becky began but Bayley cut her off.

“I don’t want to get up, but my phone is going off. I’ve gotta answer it.” Bayley sighed and Becky got off of the toy.

Grabbing her phone from the coffee table, she sat up as she answered it. “Hey, Charlotte. Everything okay?” she asked, trying to not act suspicious. The last thing she needed was for Charlotte to find out that instead of doing her job, she was fucking the person she was hired to protect.

“Oh? You’re at the front gate? O-Okay, I’ll let you in as soon as you’re at the door.” Bayley said.

As soon as she hung up to phone, both Becky and her got up off the couch and ran up the stairs. They only had a few minutes before Charlotte would be at the front door.

“Fuck what is she doing here?” Becky asked herself as she put on fresh clothes in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she realized that if Charlotte focused on her face, she would know what they were up to in a matter of seconds. Her best friend was too good at pointing things like that out, and it was only going to be a matter of time before she did.

Once she was dressed and washed her face a little, Becky made her way down the stairs to find Bayley letting Charlotte in. Bayley looked calm and collected – the opposite of what she was.

“Why’re you back so soon?” Bayley asked.

“I thought I’d come back to check on how things were here. Becky hasn’t texted me all day and I was getting a little worried considering the fact that the bodyguard I hired to protect her was too busy fucking her.” Charlotte sighed, but to Becky’s surprise, she didn’t seem angry.

Becky’s mouth fell open as soon as she realized something.

Charlotte had cameras in her living room that she could check at any time.

“I-I’m so sorry, please don’t fire me.” Bayley pleaded, and Charlotte began to laugh.

“Fire you? I’m not going to fire you. I actually came back here to maybe join in? It got boring where I was and I’ll admit, I watched the whole thing while I was on my way here on my private jet and I couldn’t help but think about both of us fucking her at the same time, as well as the two of you fucking me,” Charlotte admitted, only pausing to sit down on the couch. “I’ve always had a crush on Becky and I know she’s been wanting to fuck me for a while now.”

Becky gave her a confused look, unsure of what she was referring to – until it hit her.

“Am I that loud at night?” she asked, and both Bayley and Charlotte nodded.

Blushing, she turned her head away so they couldn’t see. She was embarrassed that her best friend had heard her at night when she was moaning her name.

“So, you’re not going to fire Bayley?” Becky questioned, knowing that Charlotte sometimes failed to tell the whole truth.

“No I won’t and if you both don’t want to take my idea up, that’s okay too.”

Becky looked at Charlotte and then at Bayley before speaking up, “Oh, I’m up for it if Bayley is.”

Bayley smirked, “I’m definitely up for it.”

“Good I’m glad. But right now, I’m in the mood for food and a nap.” Charlotte laughed.

As Charlotte began to order food, both Bayley and Becky joined her on the couch. As embarrassed as she once was, Becky soon felt herself comfortable – excited to see how both Charlotte and Bayley were going to fuck her. She couldn’t wait for it.

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4."Come here you little gremlin" for the bex verse

It’s a rare day off for everyone so they decide to haul the crew to the beach. A local hidden gem of a beach that allows them some semblance of privacy.

Julie digs through the cooler to find a can of her favourite soda. She cracks it open as she reclines back in her chair, enjoying the sound of Bex giggling as she’s chased around by her dads and Luke. 

It goes suspiciously quiet as Julie sips at her soda. Just as she’s about to lower her sunglasses to look around to see what’s up, a stream of water hits her in the face. 

Julie sputters, setting her soda down and pulling off her sunglasses. She dries her face on a towel as the giggling starts back up beside her. 

“Bex! You little…” Julie cries playfully. She swings her legs over the side of her chair to stand as Bex takes off. 

Julie chases after her. “Come here you little gremlin!” she calls. 

It doesn’t take long for her to catch up with the toddler, scooping Bex up into her arms and tickling her like mad. Bex’s laughter rings across the beach and Julie can’t help grinning.

“Unca Carwos! Help me!” Bex yells, noticing him coming out of the water. 

Carlos shakes his head as he laughs. “I know better than that, little one! You’re on your own.”

“Muahahahaha” Julie laughs as she throws Bex over her shoulder. 

Bex kicks and flails her arms, laughing as she tries to appeal to her next potential saviour. “Auntie Cawwie! Auntie Fwynn!”

They both laugh, “No way, kiddo. We know better than to cross Julie.”

“Abuewoooo! Pweeeeease,” she calls as Julie walks them to the shoreline.

Ray looks halfway ready to come to help but stops at Julie’s glare.

“You ready to swim with the fishes?” Julie asks, a teasing glint in her eye. “I’ll spare you if you tell me who set me up,” she whispers.

“It was Uke! IT WAS UKE!” Bex cries. Julie laughs, pressing a kiss to Bex’s cheek before setting her down in the sand. Julie crouches down so she’s at Bex’s level and gives her a conspiratorial look. “You wanna help Auntie get him back?”

Bex nods emphatically. 

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Julie says before whispering the rest of her plan to Bex. “You got that?”

Bex nods again before confirming. “Got it!”

“Okay, hop to it little bunny!”

Julie watches her bound off toward Luke and makes her way back to her own chair. She’s met with a suspicious look from Flynn.

“What do you have planned?” they ask.

Julie grins mischievously back at them, “You’ll see.”

It’s not too long later that Bex manages to convince Luke to help her dig a massive hole. 

Julie watches them intently, smiling to herself when she overhears Luke. 

“You want to bury me?” he asks, incredulous.

“Yeah! Like Wiwo”

He laughs, “That’s a bit backwards, Bex. Lilo’s the one in the sand.”

Bex plants her hands on her hips and glares at him.

Luke puts his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay!” He climbs into the hole, which is more wide than deep, nearly perfectly made to fit him. He digs around so there’s enough room before he starts helping Bex pile the sand up on and around him. 

“Papa! Come help!” she calls toward the group of lounging adults. 

Reggie eyes Julie warily as he gets up. She grins as she shrugs at him. He rolls his eyes, sure that she’s up to something but ultimately deciding that it’s not his business and if Julie wants to mess with Luke, then that’s her prerogative. He heads over to help Bex bury Luke. 

As Reggie works, Bex gathers her buckets, filling them up with water and setting them around Luke.

“What are you up to Bexi-boo?” Reggie asks.

“Nuffin,” she says as she continues her mission. Once she’s satisfied with her bucket stash, she returns to help Reggie pat down the sand that’s covering Luke. 

“You stuck?” she asks him.

Luke tries to wiggle, causing some cracks to form in the sand covering him. “Yep.”

“No, you’re not.” she counters as she adds more sand, packing over the cracks. “Auntie JUWIE!” she calls once she’s satisfied. “Come see!”

Luke’s eyes widen in concern. “Bex, what do you have planned?”

“Nuffin, don’t wowwy ‘bout it.” she replies, plunking down to sit on his stomach.

“Oof,” he breathes out at the unexpected contact. 

Julie stands over Luke, casting a shadow over his face and grinning down at him. “What do we have here, Bex?”

“Stuck ‘Uke.”

“It does seem like we do indeed have a stuck Luke, doesn’t it? Shame.” She bends down to grab the nearest bucket of water, directing a sinister grin his way. Bex jumps off of him and runs to collect the next bucket.

“Julie, no!” he cries just before she unleashes the water onto his face. 

He sputters as she dumps the second bucket on him. 

Luke jumps up out of the sandpile and growls as he lunges at Julie. She squeals as he throws her over his shoulder, running toward the ocean. He dives into the water, submerging both of them. 

They both resurface, laughing hysterically. Julie tries to drag Luke back under but he sweeps her legs out from under her, effectively dunking her again. When she jumps on his back, he falls backwards into the water. She finally settles for incessantly splashing him, only stopping when Bex calls from the shore.

“Unca ‘Uke! That wasn’t the plan!”

Luke grins at her, “No? It wasn’t? You sure?” He runs back through the surf and onto the beach, scooping Bex up and dragging her back out into the water with him.

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21 - The Ultimate Hunter

Part 22

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Snuggling closer into the familiar warmth I fluttered my eyes opened smiling a sleepy grin seeing that Nik was sleeping right beside me since after we got home from the dance last night I was too afraid to not be near him. I shifted around as carefully as possible so I was holding myself up by my elbow on the pillow just watching him. “Staring is rude, little siphon.”

“I can’t help it. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping.” I smiled, bending my head away, blushing lightly.

He sat upright on the bed holding a hand to the side of my face leaning forward pressing his lips against mine. “So the plan is to pack up everything in the house and then we purchase some plane tickets and off to New Orleans we go.”

“It must be so easy to just snap your fingers and go anywhere in the world. How did I ever manage without you?” I joked rolling my eyes playfully.

He put his hands behind his head, smirking at me. “Very boringly that’s how, love.”

“You are so mean sometimes.” I hit his chest smiling until he vamped me onto my back throwing my hair around holding my hands above my head. “Uh you always take the cheater's way.”

He smiled leaning down kissing me slowly with me feeling him intertwining our hands together when he dropped my wrists. “What can I say, Raelyn, except that bad boys have more fun.” Moving my arms around his neck my fingers tangled in his hair instantly the second he kissed me hearing the bedroom door get thrown opened by someone.

Rebekah frantically said, causing me to separate from the hybrid. “Alaric Saltzman just tried to kill me.”

Klaus pointed out not really believing a word she was saying to us. “Alaric Saltzman is supposed to be dead.”

“He said he wasn’t going to turn. So who the hell gave him human blood?” I asked Nik pushing him off me throwing my legs off the side of the bed.

Rebekah threw her hands away from her sides, still frazzled by whatever had happened. “

Well, he's not. And he's vampire thanks to mother's spell with a white oak stake that can't kill him. He is strong, Nik. Too strong.”

Klaus asked getting up from the bed pulling his boots on for the day. “Where is he now?”;

“He's stuck at the school without a daylight ring, but as soon as night falls he'll come after us. We need to leave now.” She warned him looking at me with such a terrified face.

Klaus replied back shrugging on a black jacket over his shirt. “Fine. I'll collect Elena. We'll be on our way. Raelyn and I will have a plane to catch before tomorrow afternoon.”

“Forget Elena! You don't need anymore stupid hybrids.” Bex shouted at her brother. “Don’t you understand that our lives and Raelyn’s life are in serious danger!”

He told her in an annoyed tone. “What I need is protection from Esther's continued assault against us. As for my girlfriend, she is now linked to me so that’s why I am not worried about the history teacher right now. We will have Elena before sunset and be as far away from here as possible.”

“We'll protect each other, like we always have. Always and forever, Nik.” She attempted to convince him.

He replied back refusing to abandon his plan. “I'm not leaving without her.”

“I'm leaving now. You can either walk out that door with me or you are on your own.” He looks at Bex but says nothing. “Fine. Trust your hybrids over your family. Let your spite be the death of you, see if I care.”

Crossing my arms over my chest I sent him a raised brow. “Are you sure we shouldn’t stay and help take him down. If your mother really turned him into a vampire hunter like your father then he will hunt us down wherever we go.”

“Rae, you don’t have to worry about that. I am immortal and can’t be killed. My father Mikael didn’t kill me and neither will the history teacher. Plus I have you and I’ve seen you do some pretty badass spells that I thought would kill you. Together there is nothing we can’t do.” He bent down on a knee placing a hand on my knee meeting my gaze seeing that I was trying to remain brave but in reality I was terrified.

He rose to his feet about to leave until I grabbed his wrist holding him there. “If you’re thinking of breaking into the Gilbert house. Just know that I am not helping you break in. You should just leave the poor girl alone. But I understand the need for protection.”

Damon looks out of the window and sees Klaus pacing with the newspaper in his hand but he focuses his attention onto me just standing behind him not doing anything. “Klaus wants in. We have to keep him out. And his freaking girlfriend isn’t doing a dang thing to stop him.”

Klaus throws the newspaper through the window. The glass shatters into pieces.Damon ducks down, as well as Stefan and Bonnie. “Get down!”

“Missed me.” Damon challenged him taking the picket that got stuck in the wall behind him and hurls it back at Klaus.

Yet Klaus dodges it and he breaks the second picket into two pieces and throws one of it at him. “Missed me again.”

“Nik, are you insane. You can’t burn the house down with her inside.” I shouted at him seeing that he had managed to come back with a propane tank and a burning newspaper.

Stefan comes up to the front door ordering him. “Put it out.”

Klaus threatened him before he put out the fire, throwing the objects into the grass yard. “Come outside and make me.”

Stefan steps outside. “Elena is not here. Alaric has her and Caroline. He's gonna kill them both unless you turn yourself over to him.”

Klaus glared at him intertwining my hand with his hearing my heart beating up quickly at the thought of dying. “Now I know you're not asking me to walk into a certain death.”

Stefan huffed in a frustrated tone. “I really wish we could. But unfortunately, if Alaric kills you there's a 1 in 4 chance that we die too.”

Leaning my back against one of the pillars of the porch I side eyed the boys listening to their plans to take down Alaric. “Okay. How about Damon sneaks in and distracts Alaric, while Stefan grabs Elena and carries her to safety.”

Damon asked, holding one of the fences post that he had thrown into the house over his shoulder. “Huh, that's a great idea. What's to stop me from getting killed instantly?”

Klaus smiled until I hit him in the back with my foot.” Nothing.”

“He’s Caroline’s sire in cad you’ve forgotten. So no letting Damon get killed do you understand me.” I glared at him walking up to my boyfriend. “No matter what we are not putting one of my friends in anymore danger.”

Damon teased the hybrid. “Looks like the siphon doesn’t have to make my point for me because we both know you’ve gone soft for her. “

“I can still skin you alive!” Klaus threatened him by shoving his fangs and wolf eyes to him.

Stefan enters the conversation before things get worse. “This isn't really helping too much.”

Bonnie walks out of the house. “I might have an idea. My mom used a desiccation spell on Michael that immobilized him for over 15 years. If I can get it, I might be able to use it on Alaric.”

Klaus tilted his head to the side at the witch. “If and might your words inspire such confidence.”

Bonnie stepped up to him not caring that he didn’t have faith in her. “I'll get it. But even with the spell, we need a lot of vampire muscle to take him down, including yours.”

“I can do an invisible spell that way Alaric won’t sense us instantly. Then you all can get the jump on him. I should be able to find Elena and get her out in time.” I clasped my hands together eyeing the hybrid standing beside me who just lightly smirked at me. Yet his eyes fell to the black veins that still remain on her arms.

Klaus came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his chin on my shoulder. “Just so we're clear. The sun sets in about 8 hours. We don't succeed before then, Elena will be dead, I'll be gone with my girl Raelyn here and the rest of you will be left to fend for yourselves.”

Holding tightly onto Nik’s right hand we entered the high school where the Salvatore brothers could see that I was siphoning him by our intertwined hands but it wasn’t hurting the hybrid as much as they thought since he had willingly offered. Walking through the hallways I whispered to them. “Damon, Stefan, once you aren’t near me the spell will not work. So you’ll have to hide on your own - Caroline?”

Nik vamped away from me and grabs her from behind covering her mouth with his hand so that she can't scream. “Shhh. It's okay. It's okay. It's me. It's okay. You're safe. We'll save Elena. You go straight home, you stay inside. Do you understand?”

He turned her around to face him until I placed a hand on his shoulder undoing the invisible spell. “Hey Caroline. We’re here to get you and Elena out of here. But you have to go now. “

Klaus asked her, still holding her by her shoulders. “Do you understand me?”

Caroline nods, vamping away from us. “Thank you. Both of you.”

“You need to leave, Rae.” Nik turned to face me looking around to make sure that Alaric wasn’t around somewhere near us. “It’s not safe here for you.”

I baked instantly back to the hybrid. “I’m not going anywhere without you, together forever right. So if you are walking into an almost certain death then I will too. Besides you know I can kick some supernatural ass just like you can.”

“Raelyn, “ He started but cut himself short. “Fine, you’re right, we stick together always. And we will make it out of this together.”

He vamped us as close as we could get hearing Damon shout vamping behind Ric trying to hold him down. “Do it now!” Alaric throws Damon off of him and snaps Stefan's neck, dropping him to the ground. Damon tries to attack Alaric, but he breaks Damon's neck, too.

Klaus appears and thrusts his hand into Alaric's heart making him scream in a loud tone until the pair vamped around the hallway in a fight and Ric managed to knock him down onto the ground being the stronger creature. Alaric stands above him and tries to stake him. “Alaric No! I love - I can’t lose him!”

Elena was holding a Knife to her throat when the three of us turn our heads in her direction . “Stop! Let him go or I'll kill myself.

Alaric told her. “Put it down, Elena.”

“I said don’t hurt him.” I raised my hand sending pain through the teachers mind where he vamped away from him my boyfriend for a moment slamming me against the locker where I was sure he would break my neck but he was back over Klaus in an instant.

Elena declared not lowering the blade allowing me the chance to get to my feet even with barely any strength remaining in me. “Why, because you still need me alive? There's a reason why Esther used me to make you, isn't there? She didn't want you to be immortal, so she tied your life to a human one. Mine. That way you have only one life span to kill all vampires and then you'll be gone. So when I die, you die too. That's it. It has to be!”

Alaric thought she was bluffing. “You're wrong.”

“Am I?” Elena begins to cut herself where blood runs down her throat.

But he changed his mind in the next second giving Nik the opportunity to push him and knock the stake away from him. “Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Nik managed to grab Elena and I latched my hand onto his forearm vamping away with them.

Once we reached the house I winced stumbling against the doorway in one of the rooms that he was draining Elena of her blood in. “Woah, love. What's the matter. Tell me what's wrong?" Klaus vamped beside me gently holding my arm seeing that my nose was beginning to bleed a little too.

"I think it's my magic. But I don't understand. I thought this wasn't supposed to happen because of our link now." I wiped the blood away with my other arm.

Klaus vamped me to sit down beside Elena coming back with a glass of water in his hand but also offering his wrist. "Which do you want, love. Normal way or blood way?"

"Blood." I croaked out knowing that whatever was wrong it would heal me faster. He bites into his left wrist holding it out to me where I wrapped my fingers around it pushing through the bitter taste until I was starting to feel better.

He brushed hair behind my ear leaving the room for a moment. "There you go, Rae."

"Why are you with someone like him, Raelyn. You’re a snarky girl but nothing like him." Whipping my head around I eyed the girl he was draining of blood. Did I feel bad for her, yes. But at least she has people who care about her.

Getting up from the chair I stood in front of her. "You don't know anything about who he really is, Elena. Just like you don't know anything about me."

"Raelyn, please help me…Tyler." She begged before I saw the werewolf behind me.

Noticing something in his hands, it was a needle filled with some sort of liquid. "What the hell is that, hybrid Lockwood?" I asked, backing into a corner not sure what he was about to do.

"Sorry siphon but we can’t take the chance you'll stop us." He said vamp shoving me against the wall about to poke me in the throat.

Klaus grabs Tyler by the throat when he vamped back into the room and pushes him against a wall. "Goodbye, Tyler." I dropped onto my knees thinking he was about to kill him when Klaus tries to rip Tyler's heart out of his chest, but Tyler twists his arm around. Damon and Stefan come into the room. Damon grabs Klaus's other arm and Stefan thrusts his hand into Klaus' chest.

"Nik - Argh!" I rose to my feet when he started screaming only to drop down on one knee clutching my heart inside my chest in agony beginning to cry heavy tears. Bending my head down I winced sharply seeing that he was starting to turn gray and get veins all over his body by what they were doing. Forcing myself to my feet I removed the linking ring raising my hands up until I grabbed a hold of Damon and Stefan's shoulders siphoning from them. "Magia tollux de terras-"

"Raelyn no!" Klaus shouted, fighting against their grip. He could see the veins turning really black again after she had removed the ring and wasn't siphoning or linked to his life force anymore meaning that her magic could certainly kill her now.

Fighting through tears I kept chanting the spell feeling both brothers grip starting to loosen. "Magia tollux de terras. Magia tollux de terras!"

"Grab her!" Stefan grunted so he and Tyler were the ones holding the hybrid.

Damon vamped forward pushing me against the wall holding me by my throat making me wince. "Damon,...please don't." I begged the raven haired vampire.

"We can't have you in the way." He picked up the needle sticking it into my throat, lowering my body to the floor where I began to hear my own heartbeat inside my chest.

Damon went over to Elena. Stefan and Tyler finally let go of Nik when his body wasn't moving so I raised my hands seeing my vision blur in front of me trying my best to remain awake. "Imperium fluctus malleus. Imperium fluctus malleus. Imperium fluctus malleus!" Everyone in the room suddenly dropped to the ground by the shock wave leaving the vampire brothers and hybrid to hold their heads with me chanting the spell over and over until I blacked out on the wooden floor.

Waking up a few hours later I frantically looked around snatching the ring, placing it on the ground doing a silent locator spell that transported me to a storage unit. Walking around the unit I heard someone following me where I spun around shoving the figure against the wall meeting Damon Salvatore. "Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you right now for what you did to him!"

"Agh…we're trying to save him!" He grunts trying to break free but I clenched my fist tightly more.

Someone vamped at us where I turned my head at the voice seeing Rebekah was back in town. "Because he told me his plans and I went home to find you. But you beat me to the punch, Rae."

"You're a bastard, Damon Salvatore. Now take me to him!" I growled, dropping my hand letting him catch his breath.

Damon, Rebekah and I are about to put the coffin in the trunk of a car but Alaric arrives, catches Rebekah by the hair. Punches her head against the car and then throws her on the floor "Urgh!" She grunted.

Damon rushes toward him but Alaric kicks him and is thrown on the floor too. Raising my hand I sent pain through the teachers head where he vamped in front of me. "You annoying witch. Right after I kill him I'm going to kill you!"

"Well see about that." Shoving my other hand against his chest I bared my teeth chanting a spell that I didn't remember being taught meaning that it must be one of Esther’s spells that I now have the ability to do when I siphoned her magic from her. "Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam nolite corde ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiterrnum."

Alaric grabbed his chest almost collapsing to the concrete floor where I thought he was about to die until he drew the white oak stake from behind his back hitting me upside the head with it where Alaric opened the coffin. “Ah! Klaus!”

Rebekah screams. “No!”

Damon shouted back at him too. “No! Don't!” She gets up and screams but Alaric drives the stake through Klaus' heart.

I forced myself to my feet. I gasped sharply, holding a hand over my heart feeling flames almost inside my chest. Gripping my hands into fists on the hard floor I groaned through tears and anger for what he just did. “Klaus! You just killed the man I love.”

Damon gets up and puts himself in front of Rebekah while she was screaming and crying. Damon is holding her but he's in shock. Klaus's body bursts into flames. Alaric looks at them, takes the stake from the burning body and then closes the coffin. He turns himself toward them. "Next."

Pushing myself to my feet I watched my vision beginning to blur and I was almost not able to stand on my feet. I charged forward, shoving my hand against Alaric’s heart chanting the spell again seeing that the veins grew at a faster rate glaring daggers into his eye. “Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam nolite corde ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiterrnum!”

“No, get off me!” Rebekah cried fighting against Damon watching me seeing that my whole arm was covered in veins but I didn’t pull away. “Raelyn no, he’ll kill you!”

Forcing my hand further against him I grunted feeling blood dripping from my nose until Alaric grabbed me by the throat holding me off the ground then launched me backwards into the pair. Damon grabbed my forearm helping me to stand while holding Bex back with his other. “Rebekah, run. Get Raelyn out of here now. Run!”

“I have to kill him!” I snarled but the blonde original wrapped her arms around me holding me back vamping me away with her.

She grunted in my ear where my whole body went numb in her arms and my heart slowed down. “I can’t let him kill you. Nik wouldn’t let me do that to you - Rae - Raelyn!”

[aviatorasharak]

~Ssssnippet Ssssunday~

I'm honored to have been tagged by @theycallmeratt

I'm presenting you all with three snippets! Because three is a magical number and I like it. Two of them are from WIP works, the third is from a fic I'm quite proud of featuring Ikaron and Okta.

Here we go~

CHEESE.ODT

(I call this the "cheese au", an idea that's been steadily growing in my mind, lurking in the shadows, sometimes rearing it's head, but mostly biding its time)

Rolan regarded the pungent piece of cheese with a scowl and an exasperated look in his yellow eyes. Not a minute before this, it almost seemed like his vast resource of ire had finally run out, but the truth was that it was practically inexhaustible. Still, he tried and with considerable effort found a smidgen of kindness deep inside of himself which he courteously offered the poor man holding the cheese wheel in his trembling hands, straining to keep his claws away from the white softness.

"I will change Bex back, like the others. Please, have a seat in the meantime, Cal will bring you some tea." Rolan nodded towards his brother who hurried up the stairs leading into one of the sparkly, colourful portals and disappeared with a strange, whirly sound.

He turned back to his tomes and scrolls, arranged as if a tornado went through his shop. One piece of paper he wanted to examine closer was stuck under one of the cheeses, which he promptly took and put on another one, stacking them on top of each other. Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot more room on the counter, how wonderful!

His feeling of contentment and satisfaction was short lived however, when he heard a panicky yelp from Danis. As he glanced his way, he saw the man looking back at him horrified.

"What now?"

"Y-you put someone on Bex!"

"What?" Another splitting headache was fast approaching, and the word 'Detono' sounded sweeter and sweeter in his mind with every passing moment.

"That's not Bex, that's actually Lakrissa." Alfira chimed in, bells ringing as she stood up from her chair.

"I think those are Kaldani and Ikaron." Elegis suggested weakly, Guex standing next to her being the only one who actually heard her.

DEVIL PAINTED ON THE WALL

(Probably not the final title. This is another one in a series of "I read something on the internet that upset me and now I'm writing it out of myself" fics. It's probably therapeutic.)

Guex ran as fast as his little legs carried him, eyes closed despite his Nana's previous admonishments. There was still a bump on his forehead from the last time. Still he went on until he tripped and fell onto the cobblestones. His lungs were burning and he felt his lunch trying to escape his stomach.

He heard a shout from behind him and with his last ounce of strength, scampered into an alleyway. A pair of orange eyes stared back at him from the grey gloom, blinking. The man had reddish skin, not unlike Guex's own, and his face was framed by messy, ash-blonde locks. A pair of tall, twirly horns and a slowly swinging tail dissipated any lingering doubts about his heritage.

Kin, Guex thought, though he remembered another one his grandmother's warnings: "Kin isn't always kin." The shared burden didn't mean a tiefling would never attempt to hurt another tiefling.

The boy got up, despite every part of his body screaming for respite. He stared at the man who, at a second glance, looked much younger, though he was still surely a few years older than Guex. From the corner of his eye he finally noticed the image, painted on the alley's wall: a bright red figure, head violently separated from the rest of its body, held up by a handsome, knightly figure. A forked tongue lolled out from the bloody, red face. Below the visor of the helmet, a white-toothed grin practically glimmered.

BEETLE

It was the biggest beetle the boy saw in his whole seven years of life. It also had a pair of impressive horns, and black chitin so shiny, it almost seemed like onyx. It looked heavy and the boy wondered if the bug could fly at all. Maybe it didn't even have wings.

He wanted to find out. He took a deep breath, filling his little chest with all the air it could take, then opened his mouth, sharp, white canines peeking out...

"RAWR!" he bellowed with all his might.

The beetle didn't stir. The boy scrunched up his face then tried again. The beetle remained unfazed probably wondering when the mother was gonna take her unruly cub away to give it some peace finally.

The boy huffed, and in an act of irritated audacity, poked the insect. Although it budged, going as far as sliding back half an inch or so, it refused to yield the comfortable little mossy rock it had been occupying. The boy poked it again, this time more forcefully, but it only resulted in the insect relocating two whole inches to the side.

The boy appeared to be deep in thought. Slowly, he raised one hand, holding out his forefinger and thumb like pincers, and took aim at the beetle's left horn. He was a hair's breath away from snatching the stubborn little thing up when his name resounded in the forest, bouncing off the trees and cutting through the tall undergrowth.

"Ikaron!"

The boy took one last glance at the beetle, brows furrowed then dashed away. If it could, the beetle would've sighed in relief. Then, when the boy came back just to stick out his tongue at it, it would've surely grumbled about the disrespectful youth of today.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 7 “What happened?”                           

| Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

Still with Caged Founder and another day for @juneofdoom,

Woohoo two posts in a day, thank the rain.

Inspiration taken from @riderofblackdragons's Day 8 Alt

Takes place some time after Bloodstained Kisses

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Elijah was confused how he ended up in a forest clearing, one that seemed familiar.

“Tristan? Aurora?” he called, wondering if Aurora had convinced them to play and where Tristan had decided to bring him this time.

There was a familiar snort of disappointment that echo through the trees and suddenly Elijah knows where he is, his hand tighten around the sword and he brings it up just in time to block father’s attack.

“My son, a thrall.” Father sneered in disgust, and Elijah fought against the urge to flinch, as ice and nausea twisted in his stomach. 

“Not quite father,” His own voice added, “a concubine for the count’s children.” Elijah stiffened and Father failed anymore to matter as Elijah let go of the sword, ignoring father’s slash to twist and lunge, pinning himself to a tree.

“This was your fault.” he snarled as his hands wrapped around the other’s throat; this him with a unshattered mask and flawless control, who had hung in chains unaware of what was coming, this him that hesitated and doomed them and didn’t know yet.

“I didn’t break.” his mirror told him arching a brow, Elijah’s hand tightened around his throat at it.

“Everyone breaks it depends on the tool used.” he told his other self, it was a mercy when he broke the other’s neck and let him get carried away by the wind as ash, he was sparing him that lesson.

 He turned around back to the clearing to see father, only it wasn’t father, Finn stood in the centre looking at him with clear disappointment.

“Not much more than a toy, are you?” his older brother asked and Elijah curled his fist as shame hit him, he had known what he was for decades but hearing it from Finn made it worse “Do you like it brother?”

“Finn.” It came out more like a whine, but Finn had always been the only one who could reduce him to a child, he took a step towards him, willing to throw himself at his brother even with the disappointed and disgusted look on his face but like so much of their childhood Finn shrugged and walked away.

“Where were you?” Rebekah asked, he spun around to see her, wide eyed as she looked at him. 

“Off having fun while we're trapped.” Kol said, stepping behind her, leaving Elijah in the centre of clearing as his younger sibling looked at him with resentment and confusion.

“He wouldn’t.” she shook her head,

“He forgot about us, Bex.” Kol said, before he shrugged and turned joining Finn in walking away.

“NO, I didn’t-“ he started hands fisting at his sides to stop himself from reaching for them, from begging for comfort like a child, wordless and desperate.

“What happened to ‘Always and forever’?” Rebekah asked sadly, Elijah blinked back tears as he gave up and tried to reach for her only to fail, his feet stuck to the earth as she followed their brothers.

He bit back a sob, when he found himself alone in the clearing.

“Why did you leave me?” 

Elijah’s heart stopped as he turned again and looked down to find golden curls and blue eyes of his little brother, the one father first laid a hand on, the one he failed first.

“Niklaus.” he choked out falling to his knees to pull him to his chest, but the boy flinched from his hands and stumbled back.

“You promised.” the light childish voice snapped, shaking his head as Elijah reached for him still, before it stated to deepened as Niklaus grew until he towered over Elijah’s kneeling form “you picked them over me.” he accused

Elijah was pinned under cold cruel blue eyes, he didn’t wonder when the boy who loved everything from flowers to every animal had changed into relishing the screams and cries of humans.

He was there, he had watch helpless, he had failed to stop it.

“I-i-i- i” he stammered uselessly before he managed to take a breath “I didn’t Niklaus, you have to believe me.”

“I don't have to do anything.” Klaus told him coldly, before he took a step back and turned, 

“Don’t!” he begged the tears he had suppressed with the others breaking loose as he reach out to grab the cuffs of his pants, “Don’t leave me.”  

The material was pulled from his grasp roughly dragging Elijah off balance.

“Weak.” he heard Klaus sneer but his brother didn’t even turn around.

"Please brother." he cried, reaching out for Klaus' back.

-

Elijah woke up panting , his hand still reaching for someone. 

His cheeks were warm, a clear sign of the tears he had shred as if the burning in his eyes and lump in his throat weren’t enough. 

He could feel two sets of eyes on him. 

“No words.” He spoke, the plea unspoken. 

They all could work out where his nightmares came from, there was nothing they could do about it. 

Even if Tristan would release him, he was still vulnerable to all of his sireline, and the rumours had worked, in Klaus' eyes he had abandoned him for the Strix. 

If he returned to his brother now he would just end up joining their siblings in a coffin. 

Perhaps he was weak for choosing a gilded cage over a coffin, but here he could do something, whether it was offering the witches Aya found a respite for the darkness of their magic, training future Strix members something that could save their lives or redirecting funds for one power grab to his own more altruistic works. 

Tristan’s head moved to settle on his chest as Aurora sat up slightly to start playing with his hair, he hadn’t braided it the night before. 

He knew this would be a risk, a nightmare forcing him to bare more than he ever wanted, when he had first started his game with Tristan but it had been worth it then against the boredom and nights chained to the wall.  

Before nightmares became more common as his mind fractured, as the game proved a terrible choice for both him and Tristan. 

He let her hands in his hair and the weight on his chest lull him back to sleep.

[baekslight]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @shineeworldz <3 thank you for tagging me bex!!

Are you named after anyone? my name is quite common in my country but my mom named me after a singer named sandra :D.

When was the last time you cried? like full on crying? it's been a long time actually, i don't remember. but i do get emotional when i watch sad things so if that counts then i think a few days ago.

Do you have kids? no, and i currently don't have the intention to have any.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? sometimes yeah

What sports do you play/have you played? none outside of school

What's the first thing you notice about people? their personality and their faces.

What's your eye color? green

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings all the way

Any special talents? none that i know of lol

Where were you born? in south germany

What are your hobbies? editing, reading, blogging on here etc

Do you have pets? yeah we have a dog

How tall are you? 5'5 i believe (it's 168cm)

Favorite subject in school? english

Dream job? i don't really have one bc the job i have is pretty great

tag 10 people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: single

Song stuck in my head: identity by shinee

Last song I listened to: paradise by exo

Last thing I googled: what a smart watch could cost lol was thinking of getting one

Dream trip: there are many tbh but i'd love to go to berlin, back to romania again, and to seoul

Anything I want right now: waiting for me pizza

tagging: anyone that wants to do this, you can say i tagged you!

[luckhissoul]

@xradiant sent from this - accepting -💥 - to push your muse aside . - bex (figuratively : ( )

he doesn't want to think. it's stupid to think. but if he's going to start thinking he's going to have remind himself that this is the fourth time he's done it. the fourth time he's packed up this same bloody suitcase, with a million questions racing through his head. the fourth time that he would stop by the opened bedroom door, wondering if she would have anything else to say. she always said there was nothing to say, through tears and pleading she told him there was nothing to say. so everything always was left unexplained, like a broken thing that could never be put back together. sometimes it did though, somehow or another somehow it did. four times. shouldn't that tell him something? but he doesn't want to linger on it. the zipper on the suit case is stuck. so he fixates on that for a moment -- then he hears her. in the door way. that's new. not the same routine. finally the bloody things zips up.

he doesn't want to do it but he finds himself unable to do anything else. he lifts his eyes to her face. across the room. it's hard to not look when rebekah is looking at you. like there's a demand for attention, a neediness that nothing satisfies. only that's not right. a neediness that he couldn't, that was closest to the bitter truth. something that twisted it's way through him. something he finds hard to swallow down. what would she say if he were to ask her what it would. but he already knows the answer. it's not something but someone. but that can't be the truth. it leaves a hollow feeling. looking at her had never felt like that before. but loss will do that. and there was that between them now, too, a thick line pushing them apart. it's for good now. he'll have to tell his parents. he'd have to tell everyone. the humiliation was already starting to grow and he's just standing there looking at her. he's done this four times.

and he wonders if things might change if he were to go to her. if he were to fall at her feet and ask her what it would take. even if he knows that it's not about any of that. why does it feel like it might be then? why does it seem to eat away at him? he swallows harshly and he considers doing it. she's just standing there, her wide blue eyes are all red, her hair is draped over one shoulder. she's wearing a sheer pink robe with just enough of her showing that it makes him a little dizzy, his mouth a little dry. he could go to her, fall at her feet. he could go to her, put his hands on her, slip them under her robe, would that spark something? but even that had seemed to die down lately. he's done this four times.

"i'm all packed." she nods her head and whispers something that sounds like an apology. and that's it. nothing more to it. that's it. how long had it been? years already, wasn't it? but it's just one whispered word, tears are in her eyes again. he doesn't want that tugging ache again. he swallows harshly and he moves to leave, walking past her. he's done this four times now. but he still pauses by the end of the hallway in case she has more to say. but he's left with deafening silence.

[dickensianstreeturchin]

honestly i think he already has!

we saw the disgust in Nate's eyes when he saw Rupert cheating on Bex with his assistant, and we see his reactions to Rupert being manipulative, saying to call him "Mr. Mannion" and "Rupert" depending on whether they're in public or private. And we've seen him actively going against what Rupert said to do in his aborted attempt to apologize to Ted in the elevator.

To me, it seems like Nate has already figured out that Rupert is a manipulative asshole. But how does one deal with that when he's your boss? You certainly wouldn't hand him potential ammunition by sending a text that implies you may still enjoying seeing a person he's actively trying to cut you off from.

if he had sent that first text, Rupert certainly wouldn't have been like, 'oh okay then i won't ban Ted from the grounds.' Rupert would have banned him anyway and probably would have gone further in some other way that would negatively impact Nate.

While he's stuck in this position, better for Nate to try to keep up the charade to Rupert like he's all on board with Rupert's nastiness than to face the many consequences Rupert could rain upon him. At least, that's what it seems like he's doing to me!

I'm super looking forward to the tipping point where Nate gets to say everything he's feeling to Rupert's face (and somehow destroy Rupert's career? That'd be great) but i do think that he has likely already taken Rupert off that pedestal that he had him on at the beginning of the season.

Rupert falls off the pedestal in Nate’s eyes when???

[always-andromeda]

i saw you asking for a request for calvin headcanons so here it is!!! calvin headcanons plss! what is he so pretty for wtf

Socialization | Calvin Weir-Fields x writer!Reader Headcanons

Calvin Weir-Fields x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,032

Author’s Note | this is my first semi-casual headcanon post and I still couldn’t just not make a title card so oops. thank you bex for enabling me to essentially write myself serving Calvin a slice of humble pie!!! in this, the movie never happens and Calvin is still stuck in his writers block. if y'all are open to it, I'm willing to make more head canons for this little dynamic!!

Warnings | Calvin gets dunked on a little, lol, nothing else though!

You first meet Calvin when he’s taking Scotty out on a walk. You’re sitting outside a coffee shop writing something as he passes by. Scotty decides that your skirt is the most interesting thing in the world and scurries over to chew on the edge of it.

“I’m so sorry, he gets a little too ahead of himself sometimes.” Calvin says sheepishly. But you take it in stride, leaning down to scratch the border terriers head.

“It’s alright. He’s too cute,” you look up at the dog’s handler. He’s cute too. Tall and lanky with a face that is inherently soft yet angular, he looks at you nervously through tortoiseshell glasses that sit low on his nose.

You spot the book tucked under his arm and see a familiar title on the spine. “Whatcha reading there?”

He pushes his glasses up self consciously, “Oh, it’s something new I just picked up. I haven’t started it yet but I’ve read some good reviews.” He says, turning the book in his hand and lifting to show you the cover.

You chuckle, “Yeah, I know that one.”

“You’ve read it?” Calvin looks hopeful for a second. Maybe you can offer your opinion on it.

You laugh, “I’ve done more than that; I wrote it.”

“Oh,” Calvin checks the inside of the jacket cover on the back and sees that the picture of the author is, in fact, you. Your hair is pulled back and your smile is tight lipped, similar to the one on your face now. He finally gets a proper look at your face. The one in front of him. You’re much more impactful in color. Your hair is loose and there’s a sun kissed blush on your cheek. You wear a knee length patterned skirt; no wonder it caught Scotty’s attention.

Calvin clears his throat, “I’m sure you’ve heard of me then. Calvin Weir-Fields,” he holds his hand out so you can shake it. Embarrassingly, you don’t take it. You just shake your head.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you are.”

A bright red heat spreads across his face. His mouth opens slightly as if he wants to say something but he freezes in place. You stifle a cackle. It’s fun putting guys like him in their place. In all honesty, his name sounds familiar, but you’ll never tell him that.

He explains that he’s a writer; wrote one book when he dropped out of high school and hasn’t written a damn thing since. He doesn’t elaborate too much on why, but you get the idea that he’s coasting by, especially as a little bit of regret twinkles in his eyes.

“You should join my writers group. We help keep each other accountable for whatever we’re working on. We meet every two weeks at a breakfast buffet in town.” you offer kindly, writing down the address for the buffet and the date of the next meeting on the edge of your notebook paper. You tear off the edge with your writing and hand it to him, a polite but reserved smile on your lips.

The idea sounds so unappealing. He bets that he's better than half of the sad saps in that club. He takes the paper anyway, returning a strained smile, "I'll think about it."

He most certainly will not think about it. He practically drags Scotty away from your table, goes home, and sets the paper on the cabinet by his door and lays your book over it. He can't read it now that he knows exactly who you are, he'll be too busy thinking about the curve of your lips as you said you had no clue who he was.

Days later, in his therapists' office, he still thinks about how you only stared at his extended hand and didn't take it. Dr. Rosenthal has to snap him out of his haze and ask him why he's been silent for the first ten minutes of the hour. It's highly uncharacteristic of him; Calvin will find anything to ramble about during his sessions, often causing Rosenthal to have to reel him in in order to find the actual point in his ranting.

"I met this woman a few days ago..." Calvin starts, shaking his head.

"That's good. Is she nice? Pretty?"

He hadn't spoken to you long enough to figure out if you were kind, but he definitely thought you were pretty. "It's not like that...she invited me to some silly writers group."

Rosenthal claps his hands together, "Perfect! We've been talking about how you need to work on your socialization skills. This is a perfect opportunity to do so."

"No, no, you don't get it! It's not going to be fun, it’s going to be sad and depressing. Just a bunch of washed up losers sitting in a circle pretending to care what everyone else has to say about their writing. I'm not subjecting myself to that." Calvin knows he sounds like a raving lunatic but he can't help it. If he needs a whole support group to make himself write…Rosenthal might as well take him out back and put him out of his misery.

Rosenthal stops him before he can continue on the destructive path, "It seems you've already decided that it will be a worthless experience. What makes you think that?"

Calvin has met enough people in his field. They're all stuck up, egotistical, and self centered, and generally miserable. He can't stand the idea of being surrounded by his peers, period. But that explanation isn't enough for Rosenthal to back down.

"You cut yourself off before you can even get the chance to try something, Calvin. It's just one meeting. If it's really so terribly depressing, you can always choose not to go again. But trying it surely wouldn't hurt, now would it? Especially if you already know someone who will be there."

Calvin thought back to you. Your book. He still hadn't read it. The first few pages he'd skimmed through in the bookstore looked decent enough. Tolerable.

"I guess it couldn't hurt. Just for one meeting." he concludes with a heavy swallow, clutching Bobby, the stuffed dog, in his arms tighter.

[applesontheground]

reeled 📞

and here is my first take on stu in a longer fic! it can be taken as a continuation of my sister piece with billy, but it isn’t necessary at all. so happy to get this out of my system, and even though i’m more comfy with him please let me know how i did!!

also, huge thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan​ once again for beta reading, helping me stay on track with these two. much love much kisses to you as always, bex! ❤

SFW | Word Count: 991 | Stu Macher x GN Reader

contains light college AU, reader has a mentioned mom & stepdad

📞 baited | reeled | released 📞

The first thought you had wasn’t ‘Why is Stu Macher outside my classroom?’ – but rather, ‘Who the hell told him I was here?’

Your eyes tried to duck his after the initial meeting, nodding at your speaking professor to divert any attention to the twitching smirk on your face or the stifled huff in your chest. Stu continued to just stand there, locked onto you and eager for some sort of sign that you saw him. He was rigid at first, but as you failed to smile just from his utter presence, he only took it as encouragement to start up.

Other people huddled in the small classroom were starting to notice too, and when the curiosity was too much you glanced back over with a grimace. That had been a mistake, seeing him deadpan while he held up some old plastic water bottle that he had on him. You knew what an arm pulling back meant, making a tense expression with slightly bared teeth and a brief shake of your head. Don’t.

It was over his head, and he nodded over to the kid nearest to the door with a confident roll of his eyes, seeing his target nose deep in his notes and none the wiser. You looked at the kid, then at him again. Then at the kid one more time, and echoed your facial expression. Don’t.

He jerked his arm, and you flinched like he had hit you with it. “Sss-!” You stifled the way your mouth wanted to say his name, hissing sharply and making everyone turn to look at you from both that and the way you had jolted in your seat. Your face caught fire in seconds from the judgmental stares, hands gripping your desk as you began to gesture at the door – but there was no one there. An empty doorway, pale corridor staring back at you.

What a fucking asshole. You gawked at the empty spot where Stu had been standing, and was pulled away from the dry huff of the professor, “Are you alright, [Y/N]?” Your eyes stuck to the desk, nodding as you mumbled, “Y-Yes. Sorry, I thought I saw something.”

“You think you’re funny, Stuart?” You were laughing as you stumbled up to him through the embarrassment still hanging overhead, and despite the innocent pout on his face he couldn’t help his own laugh and lolling tongue as you stood toe to toe with him on the sidewalk, minding the people passing to their next class. You nodded, eyes angry despite the grin, “Trying to get me sent out in the hall like we’re still in fuckin’ high school?”

Stu rolled his eyes, and scoffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. It’s not like I threw it.” You insisted, “Oh, don’t give me that shit. You were gonna, I know that fucking look on your face.”

He rose his voice, all playful still as he gasped, “Oh, so I do it one time and now you think I’m some serial water bottle thrower?” You mirrored his exaggerated hands on his hips, and still grinning agreed, “Wouldn’t put it past you. Besides, how did you find my afternoon class? I-“

His baby blues watched intently as you cut yourself off, the thoughts turning as you realized he wasn’t the only one who knew how to talk. “Oh.” You pushed against his chest in a playful jab, watching his lips curl in another hyena-like smile, “Oh, that bastard Billy told you I had class here, didn’t he?”

“I’ll never tell.” Stu only bundled you in with his arms, pulling you even closer towards him as he asked, “So, what’s the verdict? Gonna let us crash with you this weekend or what?”

You couldn’t help yourself, crying out in a mock terror despite your fingers bracing against his chest for support, “Okay, okay! You can come with me this weekend! I’m gonna be stuck with my mom and her weird ass boyfriend anyways, so I’ll need the company.” Relief flashed in his eyes as you then sighed, “…And of course, since Billy somehow knows about it, if both of you decide to come that’s no problem either.”

“Huh?” Stu gasped in your ear, letting you step back, “Whoa, really, [Y/N]?” You tried to turn away, but it only made him loop his long arm around your midsection to keep you close as he hummed, “Well, that’s awful nice of you, buddy! What, you want something in return from us?” You gave him a sharp look, only making him sneer another grin. “No.” You tapped his bare forearm, “Now let go of me before people get the wrong idea.”

“Aw, what? Don’t want people to think you’re bumping uglies with me?” He let go of you, pulling at his shirt to smell it. “Huh? Do I stink? What is it?” He looked back at you, and part of you wondered if he was being serious. You assured him as you straightened your clothes, “No, just…Nothing personal, we just only see each other on campus, so it’s just a weird rumor to start.”

He laughed at that, and sighed, “I like you, [Y/N]. Like fuckin’ with you.” You nodded in only slight bemusement, and he pointed out, “Well, think about it…that’s gonna change after Friday. Right?” You shrugged plainly, trying to ignore what he was hinting at. When he could see you weren’t giving him a bone, he sighed, “Well, that sounds tight. I’ll give you a ring later on, we’ll make plans.”

You nodded to him, and began pedaling back as you blurted, “Don’t fucking come to my class again, though!”

Stu stuck his thumb in the air as he was already walking off, and you couldn’t help but giggle at it. What a fucking work of art, you wanted to snort out but found it was fine being a thought.

He already could tell you could say that without sarcasm.

[anneelliotscat]

Nothing any Rumbeller (that I know, anyway) says reflects on COLIN. We *love* Colin! When he gets a better bit to play (old, fat Hook, regretful father Hook, Officer Rogers) he's wonderful. It's not his fault that he got stuck with the unplayable Marty Sue. (BTW, Lana and Bex (may) feel the same way. . . I mentioned how good they were even when the storylines went wild, and they rolled their eyes but of course, couldn't actually say anything.)

As long as Hook was a wild card who showed up to mess things up, he was great. When he became a Perfect Boyfriend who never had to face up to his past, he lost his purpose as a character. . . but let's not start on that again.

Is it just me, or was Hook the writers' favorite and Rumple their least favorite?

Because Rumple's character gets screwed over so many times, and every time it happens, who comes out looking more holy and heroic? If you said Hook, you'd be right.

What makes it even more annoying to me is that the show tries to present Hook and Emma's relationship as the best and healthiest (because it was the writers' favorite). However, instead of showing us reasons why it's healthy, they just make the other couples worse. For example, CaptainSwan got together in season 4 and that same year, Rumbelle was ruined and OutlawQueen was ruined because of Marian!

This isn't to say I hate Hook, because I don't. I wanted Hook and Rumple to be written well together.

(I also still ship CaptainSwan but still, this bugs me)

[f1nalboys]

Red Light, Green Light (David x AFAB!Reader)

WORD COUNT: 3639 (yeah I may have gone overboard, sorry)

WARNINGS: smut, like an excessive amount. Panty sniffing, guided masturbation (kind of), breeding, dirty talk/degradation, cursing, uhhhh....i think that’s it. it’s basically just a porno. NSFW/build up under the cut!

Also, you all can thank Bex for convincing me to post this tonight instead of two days from now :,)

“Ow!” You hiss, sweat dripping into your eyes. Santa Carla had reached a scorching 109 degrees today and you were stuck in the dirty, no-air-conditioning, sauna that is the boys’ hideout. They were still asleep in their nest leaving you to sweat it out alone while you wait. It was cooler down here due to the ocean being so close, but it was still uncomfortable.

There was no way in hell you were going to the boardwalk tonight. You stand from your spot on the couch, fanning your face as you attempt to cool down. Didn’t they have any cold beers here? 

“The hell are you rooting around for out here?” David asks, causing you to jump. He was half dressed, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, his hair tousled, a look that fit him well. He takes the cigarette out from in between his lips and lights it, eyes trained on you and you shiver as his eyes graze down your body. You were wearing one of Dwayne's button downs and no pants. You would say it was to try and lessen the heat but there was also another reason.

“It’s hot as hell in here; I was trying to find something to cool down with.” He grins, walking confidently over towards you. He grabs ahold of your face with one of his gloved hands and with the other pulls the cigarette from his mouth and blows the smoke into your face.

Your eyes shut instantly and you breathe in deeply. The smoke from David’s cigarettes smell different, more inviting, than anything else you had smelled before and he knew it. He hums, satisfied, before releasing your face. Your eyes open slowly, your lids heavy. “I think I know something we can do to cool down, hm?”

“David, fuck off. It’s Saturday, we’re all supposed to hang out. No one-on-one shit.” Paul calls out. The three others had finally woken up, Paul being the only one who looked semi-ready to get out on the boardwalk. David scoffs, rolling his eyes at Paul before grabbing your hand and leading you over to his chair.

He sits, spreading his legs and patting his thigh, eyes trained on you. Despite the heat you sit, curling up into his chest, drinking in his scent. You squeal as Marko pokes your side as he passes by and David grins, placing a soft kiss onto your cheek. 

You and the boys had an interesting relationship, one that had been in the works for a long time before it ever went into effect, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The boys had a set schedule for having time alone with you because it almost always ended in sex and they were a naturally jealous bunch. Each boy got one full day with you (Monday was Marko, Wednesday was Paul, Friday was Dwayne and Sunday/Saturday alternated for David. He didn’t want you to be too sore to enjoy your time with him and he really loved screwing Marko over for his next turn,) and the rest were spent together. You never had to have sex on the days you weren’t interested; that’s not why they were with you, though it was definitely an added bonus. They loved you.

“Think I may use my Saturday instead, boys,” David says, fingers tracing over your arms. The three grumble in response, annoyed. Paul and Marko had attempted to petition for David to choose a day and stick with it, but he refused. He told them he didn't like to be tied down which they found to be a load of shit. 

“Whatever. Y/N, are you coming with us or staying with your little boy toy?” Marko asks, fully dressed now and you laugh. He and Paul were dressed to the nines as they normally were but seemed to be completely unaffected by the heat. Dwayne, on the other hand, was sweating buckets with that leather jacket on. “It’ll be way more fun with us!”

“I think I’m gonna stay…” You feel David's grip on your waist tighten slightly at your agreement and you don’t need to turn around to know he's acting smug. The other boys groan, calling you a traitor, but they head off anyway. They each stop to give you a kiss before leaving and you’re nearly tossed off of David's lap when Paul tries to kiss him.

“Hey! No kissing, dickhead.”

“Why don’t you love me anymore,” Paul asks, breaking out into mock hysterics. David punches his shoulder to shut him up but his grin betrays him and Paul takes that as a win. “Come on, Davey, gimme a kiss! What if I leave and never come back?”

“Give him a kiss, David. Come on, you can’t leave it up to chance,” You tease, smile growing wider when David scowls at you. He sighs, waving Paul over who's followed closely by both Dwayne and Marko. He sputters but you stop him with a tug of his half-buttoned shirt. “It’s only fair!”

Grumbling the entire time, he kisses each of the boys on their cheek, Marko turning at the last second to try and get one on the lips. David pushes him away, flipping him off. “Bye love birds! Don’t break anything while we’re gone and if you do you owe me money!” Dwayne calls behind him. 

David stays silent until the rev of the engines are gone and then he’s on you. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he maneuvers your body until you’re straddling him. Your mouth is open, panting, and your eyes can’t leave his. Everything he does is intoxicating in the best way.

“You wanted to stay here with me, is that it?” You nod, your hips grinding down slightly, begging for friction. David’s hand on your throat tightens again, staying at the point where you genuinely can’t breathe for just a moment, before letting go. A warning. “Now why is that?”

He smiles, mockingly. You feel your face flush but you don’t go to hide it. Besides his leather-clad hand still wrapped around your throat, you knew it wouldn’t help. David loved hearing you say what you wanted him to do to you. He’d sit there, a bored expression on his face being betrayed by the bulge straining against his pants, as he has you spill everything you wanted him to do. And, if he was feeling generous, he would fulfill your wishes tenfold.

Your hands rest on his shoulders and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to choke the words out. “I… I wanted to stay with you because I wanted you to fuck me.” His smile grows wider, teeth bared, and a chill runs up your spine. Had you seen that smile in any other situation, you’d be terrified. But all you could do was feel yourself clench at the sight.

“You wanted me to fuck you? That’s it?” 

“N-no. I wanted to try something different, maybe. Something I’ve been thinking about,” His eyebrows raise slightly. That was unusual. You and David had found a nice routine that helped the both of you get off multiple times and for the last three months you hadn’t strayed from that. The hand that had been resting on your thigh moves now, running up your back, slipping into your shirt.

“Oh? And what would that be?” You shift your position slightly, your back arching as his hand slides up your back. David tsks at you as his hands reach around towards your breasts. “No bra? You really are a needy slut, aren’t you?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat as his finger brushes over your chest. You wanted him to touch you and he knew it. He knew it and that meant he wasn’t going to. “Out with it.”

His voice had dropped an octave and his drops from inside of your shirt, snaking around your waist and slapping you on the ass. You yelp and he does it again, rubbing soothing circles on the welt that was beginning to form. 

“I want to try…” You take a shaky breath, feeling how wet you had already gotten without being touched once. “I wanted you to tell me what to do. To myself, you know?”

“Hmm… you want me to tell you how to fuck yourself?”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

“We’re doing it. Get up and get in the room, alright. I want that shirt off and you laying in bed with those legs spread.” He slaps your butt again, this time much gentler, and you stand, ignoring how shaky your knees were. The walk to David’s room was torture; no matter how many times you did this, you still got that familiar pit in your stomach of both fear and arousal. 

You unbutton your shirt the moment you're inside his room and drop it to the floor, crawling onto the bed. You lean up against the pillows and spread your legs, moving your hips in anticipation. You wanted to touch yourself already but with how David is you knew that would be a mistake. So you waited, hands clenched on the bedsheets to stop yourself. 

After what felt like hours, David finally entered the room. He had lost his shirt and pants, standing in his underwear with another cigarette in hand. Instead of coming to lay on the bed like you had expected, he sat in the armchair in the corner. He was positioned right in front of you and he loved the view. Your legs were spread, hair sticking to your face, your chest heaving. He hadn’t touched you, hadn’t let you touch yourself, and he can already see how soaked you are. 

“You’re really fucking desperate for this, aren’t you? Want to touch that cunt of yours so bad you’re practically on the edge already.” You say and do nothing though you feel yourself clench at his words. You needed to touch yourself. David takes a drag from his cigarette and stares at you, his features softening at the sight of you for just a second. “Alright. Gonna start out slow for me. Touch your tits.”

You do as ordered, fingers pinching and rolling your already hard nipples. You gasp, back arching and eyes closed. David held back his moan. What a fucking sight to behold. You kneaded your breasts, drunk with lust, and whimpered when David told you to stop. 

“I bet you could have come from that alone, couldn’t you? Fucking whore, so god damn desperate to get off. One hand only, got it? Drag your finger over yourself through your panties. Not enough for it to feel good, but enough that you want me to tell you to touch yourself harder.”

Your hand snakes down between your legs, brushing over your clothed slit and your back arches immediately at the friction. You wanted to touch yourself harder, to feel your finger pressing against your clit, but you can’t. Not until he tells you too. Your eyes open slightly and you nearly cum at the sight before you. David was sitting back, one hand wrapped around his cock and the other holding the cigarette. He was already hard and for a second you wanted to abandon your wishes and have him touch you.

“Fuck, baby… you’re so fucking beautiful like this. A good little slut for me. Take your panties off. Get yourself off.” Your underwear is off and tossed towards him before he even finishes his sentence. The minute your finger swipes up your clit you spill over the edge, back arching and legs closing. You’re gasping out curses and David’s name, stopping once you come down from your high. 

“Look at you. One fucking touch and you came. Fucking whore.” David says, leaning over to grab ahold of your underwear and you watch, heat crawling up your face, as he sniffs them. His eyes flutter shut and you swear you can see his cock twitch. “Christ. Soaked through these and we’ve just gotten started.”

“David, please, I want you. Want to feel you in me, please,” You beg, cunt aching for him. Your fingers worked but nothing is quite like David. He knew what made you tick and he would use it over and over again until you were sobbing from the overstimulation and then he’d stop, kissing you all over until you calmed down only to start right back up again. 

David laughs harshly, shaking his head. “No, you asked for this, remember? I’m not touching you tonight. You’ll cum plenty, but we both know it won’t be enough.” He grins at the whimper you let out. “Open your legs up, let me see your pussy. One finger, slow.” You oblige, slipping one finger inside of you easily. You began to pump it inside, the sound of your pussy filling the room in between your soft moans. “Slower.”

You slow down to an unbearable pace and he laughs at you again. “Please, David, please let me speed up. Fuck, please I need it.” 

“You wanna cum again? Add a finger, keep the same pace.” You groan as your middle finger joins in, both in annoyance and pleasure. You imagine David in you, slamming in and out at a pace faster than anything you could dream of. You imagine him fucking you against the wall, leg hiked up to his hip, hitting that one spot over and over again, not stopping even after you came.

“I fucking said go slow. You wanna cum? Because cock hungry sluts don’t get to.” Your eyes snap open to see David in front of you, his hand gripping your wrist, stopping your movements. His eyes had a yellow tinge to them and the thought of him turning made you squeeze around your stationary fingers. You nod and David let's go, returning to his spot in the chair before motioning for you to go ahead. “Disobey me again and I’ll make sure you don’t get to cum for another week.”

You start moving your fingers again, focusing on how slow you were going. You can’t let your mind wander. The pace is agonizing and right when you’re about to give up David tells you to stop.

“Suck your fingers.” He lets out a soft groan at the sight of you bucking your hips the moment your fingers enter your mouth. “Tell you what, we’re gonna take this a step further, okay? We’ll do red light green light.”

“Red light gree…? What does that mean?” His chair scrapes across the floor as he pulls it closer to you, just next to your legs where he could see both your face and your pussy. He grins, taking one final drag from his cigarette before stamping it out on the ashtray next to him on the table.

“Simple. When I say greenlight, you try as hard as you can to cum. Whatever you’d like, whatever pace you choose, anything goes. When I say red light, you stop. Hands off, body still. And you watch me jerk off in front of you.”

The mere thought of watching David fist his cock while you lay there unable to move is enough to get you to agree. You settle against the pillows again and open your legs wider and you gasp when you feel his fingers slide up your slit. You watch as he grins, showing his fingers off to you. They were covered in your cum. You scoff slightly but keep your eyes trained on him as he swipes his fingers over the tip of his cock, groaning. He was using you as lube.

“Red light. I’ve been waiting too fucking long to do this,” He says, sinking into the chair, hand lazily stroking himself. Your hands were at your sides and you were absolutely enamored at the sight of him. He moans, bucking his hips up to meet his fist. “Fuck, feels good. Just knowing you’re watching, wanting to touch yourself but you can’t, shit, it’s enough to make me cum already. Green light.” His hand leaves his cock immediately and you take a nanosecond to admire his restraint before your hand reaches down once more.

You set a steady pace with your fingers, pumping in and out fast, the sound of David’s heavy breathing giving you just a little more reason to cum. Your other hand goes to your chest, brushing over your nipples.  “David! Fuck, oh my god.”

“Red light.” You groan, pulling your hands off of (and out of) yourself. David starts pumping himself again, this time at a faster pace. At this rate neither of you were going to last long. “God, I just want to stand up and fuck you, you know that? You’re so god damn needy, fuck, you’re soaking the bed sheets. Wanna breed you like the bitch in heat you are. G-green light.”

He hesitates for just a second but you waste no time. Your fingers, up to three now, fuck into you at an alarming speed and your other hand has abandoned your tits, reaching down and rubbing circles on your clit. Your toes begin to curl, that familiar pit in your stomach coming back, growing and growing and growing and right when you’re about to cum…

“Red light.”

“FUCK. Fuck you, David, oh my god, fuck… fuck you. I was so close, so fucking close.” You stammer, tears forming in your eyes. The pit dies down, settling into your gut for the second time. David seems to be enjoying himself, pumping his fist with one hand, the other massaging his balls. He grunts, eyes trained on your pussy, reveling in the way it clenches around nothing, your slick dripping down onto the bed. 

“Fuck, feels fucking good. Your poor little pussy. Wants to be stuffed so fucking bad, doesn’t it? Beggin’ to be bred. Christ, Y/N, you see what you do to me? What that cunt of yours does to me?” He growls, hips lifting up to meet his fist. He throws his head back and lets out a long moan, your name coming a mile a minute. “Touch yourself. Come on, show me how fucking bad you want this.”

Your hand is back on your pussy, eyes squeezing shut again. You were so fucking close, so god damn close. Suddenly, your hand is ripped away from yourself and you open your eyes to see David climbing onto the bed overtop of you. Without warning, he slams himself into you, fucking you hard and fast and it feels so fucking good.

“Fuck, David! So close, please let me cum, please I need to cum so bad you feel so good, cock fills me up so fucking well,” You yell before you start rambling, begging him to make you cum. He’s groaning louder now, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Cum. Want that pretty pussy of yours to milk me, understand? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, gonna stuff you with my cum till you’re leaking.” He says in your ear, bending down and grabbing ahold of your legs, moving them closer to you. 

The orgasm comes quickly and hard. Your vision goes blurry and you let out a moan that was basically a scream of his name and soon after he cums, slamming into you harder, deeper, desperate to fulfill his promise of breeding you. He's growling, fingers digging into your thighs hard, mouth roaming your neck and biting at it. His movements slow until he’s still and he sits there inside you, the two of you panting. 

“That was fucking amazing,” You murmur, reaching a hand up to brush some sweat off of your face. He chuckles, nodding in agreement, before pulling out. You whimper at the empty feeling, closing your eyes and leaving your legs in position as he gets off the bed. A flash and the sound of a shutter. “David! What the hell?”

David stands in front of you, the polaroid camera positioned right in front of your cunt. He grins, taking the photo and waving it slightly before tossing both it and the camera onto the desk he had taken it from. Your legs drop down, and he chuckles, grabbing your underwear you had been wearing. “Lift.”

He slides the underwear back onto you but not before using his finger to stuff some of his cum that had slipped out back into you. You moan, back arching at the intrusion, and he laughs. “You did good, baby. Keep those on, alright?” As you nod you hear the familiar sound of engines growing louder and he looks down at you smiling. “And they won’t even know you’re dripping with my cum. Gonna fuck even more into you later, okay? You gonna be a good cock slut and take it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Here,” He takes the now developed polaroid and tosses it at you, grabbing a pair of underwear and shorts from his dresser before tossing you a shirt as well. “Gonna be enjoying that sight on the days I can’t be with you.” You pick the photo up and gasp, feeling the heat crawling up your neck. He comes over and kisses you on the forehead. “Don’t worry baby, that’s just for us. Unless, of course, you wanna show them what a whore you’ve been?”

He leaves the room and you sigh, looking at the photo again. You were the subject, your legs spread and lifted wide. The focus of the picture wasn’t you but the cum that was leaking out of your pussy, the bed sheets underneath you soaked through. You toss it to the side, grinning, and put on the shirt he had given you. 

You wonder what kind of fun you could have if you show the boys what you had been up to while they were gone...

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six 9-11-2022

So, writing has been a bit of a struggle lately. Sometimes ADHD is great for the creative process; sometimes, it's not. Lately, it's not. Confession: I feel like I've been disappointing my readers because I've gotten stuck on some series. Really, it sounds stupid, but the guilt eats at me sometimes. So I've been pushing myself to work on chapters, even when I'm just not feeling it. Then, they don't seem good, so I scrap them and start over. It's been a vicious cycle. I have too many series open right now (see ADHD comment above), and I have to recenter. They're all going to be finished, but for now, I think I have to write where my heart and my head are and not be so worried about "...but you need to get the next chapter of xxx out." So, in that vein, I'm going to give you very short peeks at some projects inspiring me right now. They're in the works; they'll be out soon. I ask you to please be patient with me as I work on the rest. You guys are great! ** Thank you **

Sneak peeks below:

Graduation Day | Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick

The walls were beginning to close in. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

"Tobias!" her knuckles wrapped against the door, louder by the second. "Open this damn door. You know I'm not leaving until you do!"

A puff of air shot from his nose as his head shook, tossing the tie he had long since given up on tying across the room. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Promises | Tobias Carrick, Ethan Ramsey, Bryce Lahella, Peter MacTavish (OC)

This wasn't his main watering hole, but he was familiar nevertheless. He must have walked in here dozens of times in recent years, always with his casual, nonchalant swagger. But today was different.

His eyes met name's, sitting at the end of the bar, and his signature smile spread on his face. It became a bit forced when he realized it wasn't returned. This is why he normally didn't do these things, but this time, it was worth it. Of that he was sure of it.

Untitled | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

The other side of the phone went silent.

"Kaycee, are you there?"

She was there, at least in body. Standing in their kitchen with her head flung back, she fixated on the receding lights in the ceiling. Perhaps they would help keep her from losing her mind. Her arms hanging low at her side, Ethan's voice emanating from her phone. She knew he wouldn't hang up, so, wearily, she lifted it back to her ear.

"I'm here," she answered, "where else would I be?"

That's all folks.

I know I owe you a lot - and I promise I'll get to it. Thanks for being patient with me! 😘

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