#fucking shakespeare tried to pull her

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

“That Martha must’ve done you good”

“She did yeah she…. was a doctor a medical doctor, she got trapped in the 1913’s as a maid to keep the me safe, she faced racism, she was hit on by shakespeare, she was kidnapped and held hostage, she fought the daleks, she flew the TARDIS, she watched the creation of stonehenge, she went to the end of the universe, she discovered Atlantis, she met the last humans on earth, she watched as her whole family was held hostage by the master, she was held in a concentration camp, she formed a rebellion. She walked the earth she saved my life She fancied me”

[chronicowboy]

Buck doesn't know how long they sit there in that café just talking. He's never had that before. The last time he'd done this, sat across from Natalia in the midday sun, he'd been excruciatingly aware of every passing minute as he tried to be fascinating to her, spun yarns of deaths and near-deaths and deathly comas. Here, now, Buck just exists and that seems to be more than enough for Tommy.

Tommy who hangs on his every word like Buck is the next Shakespeare even as he's rambling about rainbow emojis and allyship. Tommy whose smile is so big and wide that it carves the most beautiful caverns into his face that Buck kind of wants to live in. Tommy who grimaces every time he sips the coffee Buck bought him but dutifully drinks the whole thing over the course of their date even when Buck tells him he doesn't have to. Tommy who keeps muffling yawns into his fist every five minutes having just gotten off a twenty-four hour shift like he'd stay in that uncomfortable metal seat forever if he could.

It's the best second date of his life, so when Buck tells him to go home and get some sleep, he doesn't resist the urge to prolong the date for the few moments it takes him to walk Tommy to his car. With anyone else, so soon into whatever this might turn out to be, Buck would worry that it's too much too soon. But Tommy has been so loud in his affection even with how gentle he's made sure to stay. Buck wants to be as free in his wanting as Tommy as is, so he reaches out and slips his fingers between Tommy's, damn near euphoric when they begin to swing between them as they walk.

It takes a moment to drag his eyes up to Tommy's face, caught up in the feeling of a hand in his. It's not the first time he's held a hand, far from it. Not even the first time he's held a man's hand. But this isn't Eddie letting him squeeze his fingers as he screams in pain. This isn't Taylor indulging him every now and then. This is Tommy smiling softly down at their hands like he's as mesmerised by it as Buck is, the tips of his ears growing pink and sending a giddy thrill of satisfaction through him.

"Can I ask you something?" Tommy says, giving Buck's hand a happy little squeeze.

"Don't think there's a limit on second date questions," Buck replies.

"Evan." And, Jesus, there's something about the way Tommy says his name. Even when it's that chiding little tone that should remind him of his parents, all he feels is an overwhelming warmth, all he can hear is fondness.

"Of course you can." Buck grins and watches Tommy's smile crinkle his face all over again like he just can't help it.

"Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?"

"Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly.

"Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"

"I-I don't know, I panicked!" Buck doesn't realise he's drifting away from Tommy until the man pulls him back in by their joined hands, and Buck lets the bump of their shoulders calm him. "Just thought, you know..." Buck turns towards Tommy's car, but Tommy drags him gently towards the Jeep, leaning against the door when they reach it.

"You just thought..."

"I don't know." He shrugs, heat rising to his cheeks under the weight of Tommy's bright-eyed attention, lowers his voice all the way. "It reminded me of you."

"What was that?" Tommy grins, using the excuse to move in a little closer.

"It reminded me of you," Buck repeats, clearer this time, more confident. "You know, bit foreboding on the outside, but all sweet on the inside."

"Christ, you really are adorable," Tommy breathes, sounding as effected as Buck feels.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies swarms in his stomach, delightfully unfamiliar to him but already intoxicating, almost addicting.

It's not two men stood on a busy sidewalk in the middle of the day then. It's just Buck and someone he really fucking likes, someone he hasn't been able to stop thinking about for a week, someone he's only kissed once somehow. And suddenly that's a fact that absolutely should be rectified.

Buck steps forward, leaning up just ever so slightly on his toes, and kisses Tommy right there in the middle of LA. And it just feels right. Overwhelming in the best of ways. It's a quick press of lips, something more suited to the schoolboy he feels than the very adult man he is, not the kiss he wants but the kiss they both need. Chaste and lovely. A hello again. A beginning.

Tommy's free hand ghosts against his jaw, a flutter of a touch as Buck falls back onto his heels and takes a breath. It takes Tommy a few moments to open his eyes which means Buck gets to watch them flutter open, dazed and delighted.

"Get some sleep, Tommy," Buck tells him, finally letting go of his hand with a squeeze. "Text me when you wake up."

"Yessir," Tommy murmurs.

And Buck can't resist another kiss then, just as quick and chaste, anything else dangerous to Buck's self-restraint, before he unlocks the Jeep and climbs in. Tommy waves him off, and Buck glances back just in time to see Tommy's hand falling down to his lips as if to chase Buck's touch.

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - part 9

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which it's time to celebrate the holidays

warnings: implied smut

word count: 2900+

author's note: long awaited but finally here

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"Seriously?" Tara asked as she stepped into the living room, a mug of hot chocolate in each hand. Her eyes were trained on the television, which was displaying the Elf title screen in all its fluorescent-glory. "We watch this every Christmas Eve!"

"Exactly!" Chad said, twisting around to grab one of the mugs from her hand. His face was alight with joy, his eyes wide and sparkling. "It's a tradition now!"

Tara glanced at Mindy, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. I wanted to watch Krampus," the girl said.

Chad huffed. "And I told you I'm done with horror movies. We already lived through one." He took a sip from his drink, and his eyebrows raised the moment the hot chocolate touched his tongue. "Tara! This is actually pretty good."

Tara frowned. "'Actually'?"

The boy glanced away sheepishly. "Well, you know, you have the tendency to--"

"Burn things," Sam deadpanned from behind as she exited the kitchen, mugs in her own hands. She handed one to Mindy, who immediately started gulping it down, and then turned to Tara. "The last three times you tried to make anything, our fire alarm went off."

Well maybe we shouldn't have such a sensitive alarm, Tara thought, furrowing her eyebrows. "Whatever," she scoffed, rounding the couch to sit between the twins. She pulled the blanket off Chad and covered herself, ignoring his whines. "Let's just watch Elf."

Mindy reached for the remote, and just as she was about to hit play, there was a knock on the front door. Every tensed slightly--an involuntary reaction none of them seemed to be able to shake--and Sam stood, edging toward the door slowly. She looked out through the peephole, and Tara watched as she sighed with relief, her shoulders relaxing. She undid the locks, opened the door, and Danny popped his head into the living room.

"Am I late?" the man asked as he shuffled inside.

"Perfect timing, man," Chad answered, holding his hand out. Danny dapped him up quickly before settling on the armchair, leaving room for Sam to squeeze beside him. "Okay," Chad started, lifting his legs to put his feet on the coffee table, "Elf time."

Almost as soon as Mindy pressed the play button, there was a thud against the front door. Again, everyone sat up a little straighter. Tara swallowed, her eyes trained on the doorknob as it twisted slightly.

This is it, she thought. Ghostface is going to attack us on Christmas Eve, because why the fuck not?

There was another thud, softer this time, and Danny glanced around the room, resolving to open the door. Everyone's attention was on him as he crept up, looked through the peephole, and then chuckled.

"You've got a present outside, Tara," he said, undoing the locks that Sam had redone and opening the door.

A present? she wondered. It's too late for UPS to be here.

There, in the hallway, beneath the flickering yellow light, stood you, your arms weighed down by bags and a small red spot forming on your forehead. You grinned at the group sitting inside.

"Hi!" you greeted, lifting your hands to show off what you had brought. "I have presents!"

Tara scrambled to stand, hastily placing her hot chocolate on the coffee table, and launched herself into you. You stumbled back a few steps before setting the bags on the floor and wrapping your arms around her waist.

"Hey, pretty girl," you muttered into her hair.

She pulled back, staring up at you with a gleaming smile. "What're you doing here? I thought you were stuck in Zoom calls with overseas family members." She had invited you to the Christmas Eve excursions, but you had declined for the aforementioned reason.

You giggled. "I was, but we ended a bit earlier than normal, so I thought I'd come over." You glanced over the top of your head at the others in the living room. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"The more the merrier, buddy!" Chad exclaimed, holding his hand out as Tara twisted around to stand beside you. You simply stared at him for a moment before taking his hand in your own and shaking it.

Tara couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Stupid, she thought. Chad seemed to be thinking the same thing as he tilted his head yet accepted the handshake.

As you pulled away from Chad, Tara glanced up at you. "Why did you knock so menacingly?" she asked, and then she looked up a little higher at the red mark on your forehead. "Did you use your head?"

You smiled shyly and nodded. "My hands were too full," you admitted. You perked up, whipping around and grabbing the bags you had left by the door. "That reminds me: I have gifts for you guys."

Tara watched you, sighing dreamily. She's so perfect. She'd be such a good mom. She shook her head. No baby thoughts, Tara. Now's not the time.

"This one's for you, Mindy," you said as you handed the girl one of the paper bags. "This is for you, Chad." He greedily accepted the package you held out to him. "Sam, for you." The bag was small and thin, and Tara didn't have to watch to know that it was another bottle of wine. "Uh, Danny, I didn't know you'd be here."

The man shook his head and waved you off. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh!" You reached for your wallet and drew out a few hundred-dollar bills. Tara's eyes widened. Who the hell carries that much cash on them? she thought, before shrugging and thinking, I guess when your parents have as much money as hers do, it doesn't even matter. You held them out to him. "Here! Merry Christmas!"

He simply stared at you, unblinking, for so long that it started to unnerve Tara. Hesitantly, like you would lean down and bite him if he moved too fast, he reached out and took the money from your hands.

"...Thanks," he said. Sam rolled her eyes and leaned toward him, whispering something in his ear. Tara heard the tail-end of the statement: "....family's rich." Danny nodded his head and smiled. "Yeah, thanks. Merry Christmas, kid."

You grinned happily and then turned back to the twins, waiting for them to open their presents. Mindy glanced at Chad, who shrugged and started ripping into the package you had handed him. He pulled out a pristine, red football jersey that had 'Bosa' on the back. Beneath the numbers was a large scribble.

"Holy shit," Chad said, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stared at the jersey. "You got this signed by Bosa?! The Bosa?!"

You nodded, giggling. "Yup. Or, well, my dad got him to sign it, but same thing."

Chad leaned back and sighed happily. "Man, you are such a great addition to his family."

Your smile widened at his words, and Tara thought you might start bouncing up and down as she looked at you, a soft smile on her own face. God, I agree with Chad for once, she thought. It's a fucking Christmas miracle.

"Okay," Mindy began, hesitantly opening her own bag. "I don't think you can top that, but let's see what's in here." With careful hands, she pulled out a framed poster, and her jaw dropped so wide that Tara briefly thought it had broken. "No fucking way! Absolutely no fucking way!" She spun it around so that everyone else could see, and even Tara was shocked to see a Stab poster signed by all of the original cast members.

"It was a little difficult tracking everyone down, but we got there eventually," you said, beaming. "I hope you like it."

"Like it? Y/N, this is the best gift I've ever gotten in my entire life!" Mindy practically shouted. Her face fell quickly. "No one tell Anika that. I promised her that the necklace she bought was the best thing ever."

A chorus of laughter erupted throughout the room, and while everyone was distracted, you turned to Tara. "I have something for you," you said, tilting your head in the direction of her bedroom. "Can we...?"

She caught on quickly, nodding fervently, and grabbed your hand, shouting out a, "Watch the movie without me!" to which Sam responded, "Door open, Tara!" Yeah, right, she thought.

Tara pulled you inside and, much to the muttering complaints of her sister, shut the door behind you. She led you to her bed, where you sat on the edge of it and pulled something from your pocket.

"It's just something small," you started, glancing away shyly, "because your real gift is coming tomorrow, but I just...I wanted to give it to you today." She smiled at your nerves, thinking, She's just too cute. Too fucking cute.

She sat beside you. "Okay," she said. "But, just so you know, I only got you one gift."

You giggled and held the gift out. It was a small envelope, tiny enough to have fit in the pocket of your sweatpants, with your scrawl on the front. Tara furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at it and then took it from your hand. With slow and steady fingers, she opened the envelope, shivers running up her back as she realized what it was.

"It's your museum ticket," you said, watching her carefully, "from the day we met. Or, well, it's a copy of your ticket, since, you know, you have--or, had--the original." You shrugged and bit your lip. "I thought it would be a cute memento, but if it's dumb, you can just--"

She leaned in and shut you up with a soft kiss, trying to put all of the love she felt for you into it. When she pulled away, you were a blushing mess, and your words had died on your tongue.

"How did you get this?" she asked, looking back at the ticket.

You scratched at the back of your neck. "After I realized this was something"--you gestured between the two of you--"I scoured through the computer one day after work looking for your last name. There aren't very many Carpenters, so it wasn't too difficult."

That does it. Official. She's the very best thing that's ever happened to me.

"I love you, you know that?" Tara murmured softly.

You grinned. "Yeah, I do." You kissed her. "And I love you, too."

She grinned at you. "Since my door's shut, let me give you part of your Christmas gift," she said, and you blushed at the implication. She kissed you again and pushed you onto your back, easily hovering over you. "Merry Christmas, baby."

* * *

The sun shining in Tara's eyes woke her up. She turned over groggily, pressing her head into your neck, and you grumbled a little, shifting as you were woken up by her movements. Before even saying a word, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Morning, pretty," you said, your voice low and scratchy and filled with sleep. Tara melted at the sound, just like she did every time the two of you had a sleepover.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she offered, and your eyes shot open.

"Holy fuck." You sat up quickly, leaving Tara scrambling and confused as you reached for your phone. "Fuck, Tara!" You slipped out of her bed and immediately started getting dressed, stumbling around her room.

She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. "What?"

"We're gonna be late!" You pulled your shirt over your head. "Shit, the boys are gonna be so mad that they have to wait to open their presents."

Tara fell onto her back, groaning. This is gonna be a long day, she thought.

* * *

You bursted through the front door of your house, gifts nearly falling from your arms, and were immediately greeted by your brothers.

"Merry Christmas!" you shouted, and the boys swerved around you and headed straight for Tara.

"Tara! Tara!" Eddie cheered. "What'd you get me?"

"Please tell me you didn't get him any cologne. He's been spraying that stuff like mad recently," Nate said, elbowing his brother.

How did I forget how...energetic...they are? Tara wondered. "I'm not telling you," she said to Eddie, and then turned to Nate and said, "But no, it's not cologne."

Eddie frowned. "Darn."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Nate cheered. "Come. Mom and Dad are waiting by the tree. We've been up for hours waiting for you two."

"Hours and hours and hours," Eddie added, grabbing Tara's wrist and tugging her toward the family room.

Hours and hours and hours, she mocked in her head, and then she felt a little bad for mocking a child.

"Why've you guys been up for so long?" you asked as you followed close behind, the gifts blocking your sight slightly. Tara had offered to take some from you, but you had refused.

"Lia woke up early," Nate started.

"So we all woke up early," Eddie finished.

"Plus, grandpa was making pancakes," Nate said.

"And you know how his pancakes are," Eddie added.

When the four of you finally reached the living room, your parents stood.

"The prodigal daughter returns!" your father exclaimed, just as he had when he saw you at Lia's birthday party.

You set the presents down and rushed forward, pulling both of them into a hug. "Hi, guys!" You pulled back and they stepped up, taking Tara into their arms one by one. Even your grandmother offered Tara a hug. "So, presents?"

"Yes!" Nate shouted.

"Finally!" Eddie cheered.

Needless to say, the process of opening presents was chaotic—so much so that, just for a split second, Tara regretted saying yes to coming. You and the adults were calm, carefully unwrapping your presents and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at each one. The boys, on the other hand, left a trail of little pieces of wrapping paper and gift bags and bows, and Lia ended up spitting up everywhere at one point.

This is it, Tara thought at one point as she watched your family. This is every Christmas for the rest of my life. And when the boys opened their presents from her--an edition of an Emily Dickinson book for Nate and a game of COD for Eddie--and basically tackled her as their thank-you's, she thought, Maybe it's not so bad. Yeah, she decided as they cheered and yelled and started bursting out into random Christmas songs, this isn't so bad.

Finally, after everything had finally finished, and there were just two more presents left to give, the rest of the family excused themselves to make lunch in the kitchen. It was you and Tara sitting by the tree alone, neither of you having exchanged your own gifts yet.

"Do you want to go first?" you asked, shifting where you sat, your eyes flickering around.

She's nervous, Tara realized quickly. Awe, she's nervous!

To try to quell your worries, she nodded. "Sure." She grabbed her gift for you, which was neatly wrapped with a little bow on top. Unfortunately for her, she had Chad to thank for the wrapping, but she'd never admit it as you complimented her on how crisp the paper was.

With careful hands, you unwrapped your present, revealing a small ring box. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened it, and Tara gulped as she watched your eyes widen and your jaw drop.

"Oh my god," you muttered. "Oh. My. God." You pulled the ring from its box. "It's a signet ring! It's Shakspeare's signet ring! I've been looking for one of these for forever!" You slipped it onto your pinky, and Tara sighed with relief when it fit. You brought your hand closer to your face, inspecting the ring. "It even has the heart loop!"

"So, you like it?" Tara asked.

You looked up, a huge grin pulling at your lips and your eyes sparkling with pure joy. "I don't even have the words to describe how much I love it, Tar. Thank you."

She smiled. "Merry Christmas."

You glanced back down at the ring. "Where did you find this?" you asked.

Oh, shit. Should I be honest? God, I should. Damn it. "Uh, I drove up here a few days ago and your brothers and I went shopping. Nate saw it in that antique shop downtown."

You chuckled. "You asked my brothers to help you?" Your voice was light, teasing, and Tara blushed up to her ears.

"...Yes."

You cooed, reaching out to run your thumb along her cheek. 'That's adorable, baby."

"Shut up," she mumbled. "Your turn."

"Okay. Right. My turn." You picked up the little box left beneath the tree and handed it to Tara, breathing out shakily as you did. "I hope you like it."

She was a lot less gentle than you were, eager to know what you had gifted her. She tore through the wrapping paper and tilted her head as a tiny cardboard box revealed itself. When she opened it, she found a gold necklace inside, an emerald pendant dangling from its chain.

"This is beautiful," she said, looking up at you. "Like, seriously beautiful. I don't even know what to say." She lifted it from the box carefully, letting the pendant dangle in the air.

"It was my great grandmother's," you rushed out, and Tara's eyes shot toward you. "It's passed down to each first born in the family on my mom's side, and we're meant to give it to...to the person we want to spend forever with."

Forever. Tara grinned. I like the sound of that.

"I know it's still early in our relationship," you continued, glancing away, "but I'm confident in this." You looked at her, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I'm confident in you."

She shot forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and engulfing you in the tightest hug she could manage. "I'm confident in this, too," she admitted. She pulled back, holding the necklace out to you. "Help me put it on?"

With ease you clasped it around her neck, and when she turned back around, she swore your eyes were sparkling.

"It looks perfect," you said breathlessly. "It's perfect."

You're perfect, she thought. This is perfect. Everything's perfect.

"Hey," she said, calling your attention. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you, too, Tara. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

[cal-flakes]

i’m in loveeee can you do dealer! rafe x reader their first time together smut

╰┈➤ corrupted by dealer!rafe

warnings: sex, choking, praise. (not proofread yet)

summary: dealer!rafe pounces on the chance to corrupt the good girl.

rafe sighed as he poured another drink, eyeing her from his spot on the couch, packets of powdered scattered on the table.

the way she moved earned a strain in his pants as he watched her talking to the people around her, the ribbon in her hair slowly coming undone.

he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, gripping the arm of the chair. rafe was absolutely infatuated with her. the way she’d place a hand on his arm when they spoke, utterly oblivious to the filth running through his mind.

his attention was drawn away by topper’s slurred words, something about another line.

she whirled around the room, greeting each person with a friendly smile.

“ahh! what a pleasure it is to see you again miss y/l/n!” a tall blonde called from the drinks table, feigning a british accent.

eyebrows raised, she gave him an endearing hug. “it’s certainly been a while mr maybank!” she laughed, entertaining the accent.

rafe narrowed his eyes at the pair, jaw clenched. he hated the way she was so sweet to everyone on the island, pogue and kooks included. it made him furious to watch the suggestive glances she was given by whoever she passed, blissfully unaware of the dirty comments they made to their friends once she’d turned away.

truthfully, rafe had no right to feel that way, to scare away any possible interests when she wasn’t looking. they weren’t together. sure, they’d shared a few kisses over the years, childish crushes and whatnot, but they weren’t an item.

but in his mind, she was his. she’d been his since the day ward and rose has asked her to tutor wheezie. she’d arrive at tannyhill in the early evening, every tuesday and wednesday, to help his youngest sister with her english literature assignments.

she had no idea what she was doing to him, or so he thought, when she’d stroke a gentle finger over his forearm in the kitchen, or when she’d bend over to grab something she’d dropped, the supple skin of her cheeks peeking out under one of her numerous golf skirts.

the veins in his arms could’ve broken the skin if he’d gripped the arm of the chair any tighter. his chest heaved slightly as he tried to calm the unbridled rage building up inside of him.

he’d concentrated on his breathing for so long that he’d lost sight of them once he’d finally calmed down, scanning the room frantically for her small frame.

out of no where, he felt two frail hands grasp his shoulder. tipping his head back, he give her a tight lipped smile, jaw still tense.

prodding his nose from above, she grinned at him. “hello rafael..” she mocked, giggling at his sudden frown.

“hello y/f/n..” he sighed, looking up at the way the gloss on her lips reflected the dim light of the room.

“no shakespeare tonight huh?” he joked, watching as she rounded the sofa, taking the open space next to him.

y/n swatted his chest playfully. “we’re going through charles dickens now, idiot..”

the pair laughed through their small talk, sinking comfortable into their places on the couch.

y/n was in middle of explaining pathetic fallacy to him when a drunken party goer stumbled over a stray chair, spilling his drink over both of them.

leaping from his chair, rafe grabbed the boy by his shirt, snarling at him. “watch what your fucking doing!”

“rafe..it’s fine, honestly..” she pleaded, shimmying between the two. sighing, he let go of the boys top, making sure to shove him away.

“come with me, i’ll find a change of clothes for you..” rafe grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd of young adults.

entering his room, he rounded the bed to look through his closet. “i’d give you something of sarah’s, but she keeps her room locked when i throw parties..”

“that’s okay, i’m sure a hoodie will do, and i can bring it back next time i’m here..” she smiled, her song-like voice invading his senses.

he placed a large black hoodie on the bed before removing his own shirt.

she shrugged the hoodie over her head, facing the mirror. her brows furrowed as her eyes landed on the hem of the material, lingering around her mid-thighs.

a low chuckle drew her attention away, turning to look at him. the snarky words about to leave her mouth were disregarded when she took in the sight before her.

she couldn’t help he stare as he stood across the room, his bare back on display while he rifled through his clothes.

catching her in the mirror, he smirked. “something you like?” he asked mischievously, fiddling with the new shirt in his hands as he stopped towards her.

y/n’s breath hitched as the smell of his cologne suffocated her, closing in. “it’s okay if there is angel..” rafe teased, brushing a few stray hairs behind her ear.

she mentally cursed herself, unable to think of words to get her out of this. she had the opportunity to put a stop to his flirting, to simply back away and return to the party. but she didn’t want to, nor could she.

the desire for him to take her ran so deep, her feet felt as though they’d been cemented down.

all the deep and dark fantasies she’d had about him sprung to mind, baffling her in the moment.

y/n returned to reality once they were nose to nose. her lips parted slightly as their hungry eyes met, begging for release.

“fuck it..” she muttered, planting a wet kiss on his lips.

his hand wrapped around her waist instinctively as he deepened the kiss, tangling the other in her hair.

moaning into the kiss as he pulled, she pushed him back towards the bed, falling on top of him as his back met the mattress.

his roaming hands danced up her thighs, gripping her hips as she ground down on him. “fuck..” he muttered, hastily flipping their position.

he smirked menacingly as his chain now dangled above her, brushing her lips.

“tell me what you want princess..” he whispered, pressing teasing kisses along her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin.

she mewled underneath him while his fingers worked their way around her clothed clit. “you-your cock..”

“such dirty words baby..you gonna be good for me?” he taunted, discarding his clothes in a flash.

nodding, she let out a moan as he moved her panties to the side, pushing his fingers through her folds.

rafe released a heavy breath as he watched her features change, mouth agape as her chest heaved.

a content feeling ran through him as he watched the pleasure wash over her, pleasure he was giving her. maybe now, he could rightfully claim her as his.

she whined at the sudden emptiness as she clenched around nothing, rafe having retracted his fingers.

“so needy angel, be patient..” he cooed, pushing the tip of his cock through her wet folds, painfully slowly.

“f-fuck, rafe, faster..” she cried, the crescent shape of her nails digging into her shoulder blades. “what’s the magic word princess?” he teased, wrapping a strong hand around her throat.

“p-please, please!” y/n wailed, tensing at the sudden harsh thrust.

rafe moved at an angry pace, grunting and groaning as her walls closed around his length.

“you gonna cum for me baby?..” he groaned, rubbing her clit furiously as she trembled beneath him. tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks while she nodded, her stomach tightening.

“that’s it baby, cum for me..” he demanded, squeezing her throat as he continued drilling into her.

her frame vibrated as her release surged through her, strangled cries escaping her lips.

slowing his pace, rafe pressed soft kisses to the purple bruises littering her breasts, filling her up.

she whined as he pulled away, desperate for his soothing touch. he lifted her body carefully, worried any more rough movements would break her.

he slipped under the covers, pulling her into his side as he stroked her hair.

“im sorry if that was too much for you angel..” he cooed, revelling in the warm radiating from her. “it wasn’t, i loved it..” she giggled, nuzzling further into his arm.

“i hope you know, you belong to me now..” he smirked, eyeing the hickeys and bruises dotted around from her neck to her thighs.

[panelshowsource]

i’d love to know, what are some panel show moments you think about a lot?

omg like just off the top of my head?

just the whole episode of cats after jimmy's tax avoidance scandal

"good evening your majesty you tax-dodging bitch"

david mumbling "chancellor of the exchequer" in small font

when the horne section was doing macarena on catsdown and the rose was so limp WHY WAS IT SO LIMP

the greatest breath smeller game

"this makes me so angry because they wouldn't show the clip of me attacking my mother with a taser! i thought it was really funny!"

josh groban being an absolute wizard at singing intros followed by martin freeman being an absolute wizard at guessing them to the point production asked him to slow down giving the answer because he was too good

when stacey solomon said she likes teresa may and jimmy carr, gino d'acampo, and carol vorderman were absolutely speechless

alex’s reaction after joe says he has pineapple in his ass

when jimmy used the 30 seconds to wax his leg??

the way the queen’s pussy being haunted was like genuine headline news

mark sending greg 148 texts and getting 0 points ("what a terrible waste of time")

when that nude model came on for jimmy to (pretend) to live draw and lee mack was so gobsmacked at that man's penis he violently elbowed david o'doherty going "look at that!"

"you wouldn't do that during shakespeare, would you?"

on outsiders when joe wilkinson couldn't believe david mitchell is only 47 and literally said "do you live outside"

phil wang roasting ed gamble and saying "ed's girlfriend is such a dog i tried to eat her"

"you cannot imply that only gay people eat vegetables"

♪ but bin men get sad ♪

when those podcasters were reading joe wilkinson his own tweets and he was sweating so much and then just covered his eyes and went "what's wrong with me..."

"stephen fry wouldn't read 'pussy-friendly finger'"

when johnny vegas was literally eating a tin of fucking dog food and kathy burke was like "what's happening??" and jimmy so nonchalantly went "we're just eating dog food :)"

when noel ate some of alex's beard and greg said "you are aware that when we're at home alex is only allowed to move around like a snake?"

every joe & rachel hug ever here's a cute one :')

claudia completely bodying this lie and everyone's animals being so cute and funny and rob and lee complaining just the whole thing

on rhlstp when richard was Being Richard for the last hour and louis theroux was Over It and richard went "have you ever tried to suck your own cock?" and louis just died and then muttered "...do we have to..."

"i don't really eat potatoes it feels a bit irish :/"

johnny vegas pulling something out of rhod gilbert's pants, sniffing it, and then scandalising the entire room by saying "i've been told i smell better from behind than i do from the front, lovers have told me"

gosh my rotted brain is always rattling around panel show moments ..i wish to be cured

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Salvia Splendens Means Forever Mine- Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: Death, blood, bleeding out, making out, kissing, men being creepy, swearing, blood, trauma, cliffhanger moment

A/N: Guys I am so sorry. School has actually picked up and so have rehearsals, I'm losing my mind, but I'm trying to write multiple things at once, and that's so silly of me. I'm sorry this is so short, and I promise the next one will be longer. Thank y'all for your patience. It means a lot! PS That's fully Lady Mac in the painting !!

Part 1 Part 2

In all fairness, it was your turn.

Spencer had been captured and drugged, Derek had been arrested and charged with multiple murders, Gideon’s lost love had been murdered by a serial killer, Elle had someone reach into her body and write with her blood on her living room wall, so truthfully, you were a little shocked it had taken you this long to be murdered, or kidnapped, or who knows what else. 

The team hadn’t royally fucked up, per se. You all were beyond careful, but sometimes, when you misprofile, things happen. How were you supposed to know that it was the girl and her boyfriend, and not just the boyfriend. 

The best part about this was the fact that you got to watch as the woman you saved two days ago get stabbed to death repeatedly, screaming at you to save her. Her blood splattered across your face, your clothes, your skin, permanently staining it in your mind. Your favorite Shakespeare show had always been Macbeth, it seemed a bit ironic now considering you felt as though you would never wash her blood off your hands. 

The screams would echo around in your head as you stared at her body on the mattress across from you. The red grew in splotches like a sick mold, blooming out from underneath.

The boyfriend, whose name was slipping your mind, slid the knife up your thigh, and you couldn’t tell if he was drawing more of your blood, or dragging hers across you. 

The couple had been so kind as to remove your shirt and pants, leaving you in nothing but undergarments, and no socks. Colorado was fucking cold at night

You heard the girl, Millie, giggling as she shoved the woman’s body with her foot. You winced as you felt the knife going higher than you would have preferred, his hand sliding around your waist. 

“Andrew. What are you doing?” 

His name was Andrew. Got it. 

His hands immediately retracted, shrugging and crossing his arms, but still standing over you. 

“Go dispose of her body.” 

Andrew nodded, quickly tugging your hair, painfully, before moving to clean up the mess the two of them had made. You swallowed the groan in your throat and closed your eyes; the woman’s body never left your sight though. 

“Why does a gorgeous agent like you wear such a boring necklace.”

Your eyes shot open as Millie swung the little gold chain around her fingers. You pulled you hand, intending to reach your neck, but the restraint dug into your wrist, surely leaving a mark in the process. 

You hadn't realized it was gone. Your neck suddenly felt so cold, so make, without it.

“Oh so which one of them gave you this?” 

You exhaled, but kept your eyes on her hand at all times, not wanting to lose sight of the necklace. 

She smirked, watching as every muscle in your body stayed as tense as it could. 

“Was it…Agent Morgan…Agent Prentiss…no, hmm…” She twirled it around, enjoying as you fidgeted around, terrified that the necklace would break. 

“The skinny one?” You tried so hard not to react, but you have this nasty habit of biting your cheeks when you get extremely nervous or worried, and Millie’s smirk turned wicked when she realized. 

“Ah, so it is the nerdy one…interesting…Andy?”

Andrew, who had been leaning on the door frame, eyeing you up and down, making your skin crawl, looked over at Millie. 

“Baby…” She drawled, “Put this necklace on me?”

“No.” You couldn’t help it as the words shoved their way out of your mouth before you even had a chance to process it. 

Andrew stalked towards Millie, eyeing her up and down before snatching the necklace out of her hand. “It’s real pretty on you baby.” He slowly placed it on her neck, the gold contrasting against her skin. 

“Ya know, I just have to ask…what does this stupid pendant even mean?” 

You shook your head, eyes cast downward, unable to watch someone else wear the necklace Spencer had given you. 

“Hey. Fucking answer me.” She kicked your shoulder causing you to wince in pain as you felt the bruising start to form immediately. 

You missed it as Andrew picked up the knife. You missed it as Millie took it from him. You didn’t miss how she stabbed you in the gut, causing your eyes to flash white. 

People say pain is hot, it shoots through you like a fire you can’t put out, but they’re wrong. It is ice in your veins. The numbness slowly takes over your body as it shuts down, trying to avoid the unavoidable. 

Your mouth let out a strangled “fuck” when Millie ripped the knife from your stomach, causing the blood to start oozing out of your wound. 

God it was not supposed to end this way. 

You placed a hand over your stomach, barely registering the wetness as you pulled it up to your eyes. You watched as the blood dripped down the sides of your hands, and that's when the adrenaline shot kicked out from underneath you. 

“Oh my god.” you mumbled, placing your hand over the wound. The first thing you were supposed to do was stop the bleeding. With what? There’s nothing around? Panic was seeping through every pore in your body. You had been trained for this, why couldn’t you remember what to do? What should you even use to stop the bleeding, god it fucking hurt. 

You watched as the door across the room slammed shut, causing you to flinch at the sound, causing you to groan in pain at the sudden movement. 

“Fuck. Fuck.” 

This couldn’t be it. You couldn’t just die while some sick and twisted bitch walked around with your necklace on, while you slowly bled out on some disgusting mattress in god knows where. 

Maybe this is what Spencer thought about while he was dying. 

“I’m not dying.” You whispered, wavering slightly. The blood loss was getting to your head and your eyes were getting heavy. “I’m not…shit. It’s fine…I’m”

His hand was softer than you remembered, but at least he wasn’t as nervous as before. It was your six month anniversary and Spencer had gone all out. He had taken you out to dinner, your favorite restaurant in the area, wined and dined you. It was perfect. The two of you had ended up back at your place, your back against the door as you dug your hand around in your pocket. 

“Spence.’ You mumbled, smiling against his lips, losing all focus as one of his hands grabs your waist, squeezing it with anticipation. 

Your lack of focus spurred Spencer on, and suddenly the door to your apartment was opening–he had found your keys and opened it, all while distracting you with his lips, his touch.  You were glad someone had their head on straight. 

You stumbled back slightly, not leaving his touch, feeling the warmth on his hands on your arm, pulling you back into him. 

“Move in with me.” He whispered against your lips, and you’re not sure if you heard him correctly. 

“What?” You whispered, taking the slightest step back, opening your eyes and looking up into his eyes. His sweet, shining eyes, filled with hope, and something a bit more. 

“Move in with me…” Spencer licked his bottom lip, that same nervous tick that would drive you fucking crazy whenever you looked at him. 

“What about the team…” Spencer shook his head. 

“Who cares.” He smiled at you. “I just want to wake up next to you every morning.”

Spencer kissed your lips softly.

“Please sweetheart” Your jaw.

“Every single morning” Your neck. 

“Spence…” You moaned slightly, surely leaving bruises on his arms from your grip. Your mind was everywhere, unable to truly cling onto any of the words Spencer was whispering to you.

“In our bed.” 

“Sold.” You pulled his head up and basically launched yourself at him, lips on his. 

Spencer was not having as great of a time in his head as you were. 

Just as the team was getting out of their cars, he had heard your voice, causing him to immediately go on high alert, hand on his gun in an instant. The rest of the team had followed suit, all of them quickly looking at Hotch and Reid, trying to figure out a plan. 

Reid almost had to be held back by Morgan the way he basically started to walk right into the building. He knew what happened in hostage situations. He knew how unforgiving captures could be. He couldn’t stop picturing all of the possibilities of what made you scream out in such pain. 

But suddenly, he heard the front door slam, causing all of them to instantly aim at the couple, demands and yelling all happening so slowly.

He could hear the suspects voice, that dumb asshole that wouldn’t stop flirting with you in  the restaurant they had eaten at a couple days ago. His arrogance was the least of Spencer’s problems now. 

Then, he heard a woman’s voice, calling the unsub “sweetheart” and “darling” and “baby”. How could the miss the girlfriend? 

She had seemed so…submissive. But clearly, the profile was off a little bit. 

That’s when he heard the first gun shots go off, causing him to look up at the body on the ground, and the girl sobbing but getting on her knees. The boyfriend had a gun in his hand, but was too slow. 

Morgan quickly walked up to the girl, Hotch following him closely, gun trained on her. 

Hotch’s eyes went wide, and he quickly gave a nod to Emily, causing her to block Spencer’s path. 

“Where did you get this?” Hotch yanked it off of her neck, clutching the necklace in his hand. 

“You’ll find what’s left of 'em in there.” She smiled sickly, getting shoved by Morgan towards the black SUV brigade. 

But Spencer had already seen the necklace, and heard her answer. It was a miracle how agile he was, considering the FBI had to waive all of his physical exams to let him go into the field. Before anyone could really clear the building, Spencer was already inside of it, ignoring the shouts from his superiors and peers. 

He slowly made his way through, trying not to vomit at all of the blood all over the floors and the very clear drag marks of a body. 

His eyes landed on your body, bloody mattress and all and he froze. He couldn’t believe his fucking eyes.

Next Part

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SSMF Taglist: @raely-study @multifandoms-assemble @marylovesevanpeters @shqwqrma @niya06

[onyourhyuck]

Crimson Lace Part One. | Mark Lee (M)

Prologue: “Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” + “I changed my mind.”

Summery: Minhyun, the older twin, has become obsessed with you. He wants you to himself but When he finds out his younger twin brother, Mark, shares the same feelings for you he is determined to claim you first. Who will you choose?

The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Trouble maker who looks mean but is only sweet to her trope >>> . Fem Reader. Possessiveness. Groping. Hair pulling. Face fucking. Dom!Minhyun. Unprotected sex, please wrap your willys before you tap it. Ass play. Hitting it raw from the back. Mention of breeding (but only mentioned once) Studying sesh that goes wrong ;). Minhyuns secretly a sweetheart who’s just in love but acts like he isn’t…

The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @skzennie

The Notes: This fic is long + There will be a part 2 with Mark’s story. Lmk if you want to be on Taglist.

Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm bb you’re the best 🙏

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The presentation ends as much as your will to live currently expires like a sappy old milk rotting at the bottom of the sinking fridge shelf . You felt yourself grow tired, yawning in your palm, cleaning up the open booklets from the lesson that has ended finally; you started to pray for it to end. However, one thing brings you back ultimately from your drowsiness and a near-midway-lesson nap.

“Who would’ve thought Y/n was slacking off having a goodnight nap through class right now?” Said the electric blue hair boy, wearing street way stylish clothes and his hair gelled up in to rough cliffs. The boy, Mark, was in every class you have and because of how much your time tables clash you became friends quickly. Ever since the two stuck like two peas in a pod. But there was another person in the dynamic.

Mark Lee is known for having a twin that was a complete polar opposite of each other, it felt like a big Shakespeare juxtaposition writing technique , honestly; it stuns everyone knowing how different they are to one another. It’s as if they were never related but that’s impossible considering they look freakishly identical face wise. But other than that, they act like complete strangers. They don’t enjoy speaking to each other, hell, you witness them ignoring each other at school. Though it’s not like Mark will run into Minhyun a lot considering his twin is a troublemaker. He doesn’t attend school. He doesn’t show any care for it actually. Unlike Mark, who cares about his classes, though, he tries his way to pass— he isn’t exactly the most smart either.

But he is very musically gifted. It’s one thing you love about Mark, it is the way he turns anything into music. He connects every little thing in everyday life you’d never expect to actually be connecting to music, and makes it fit right in. You remember once the cafeteria was serving kimchi jjigae one day and you and Mark sat down eating it; out of nowhere he starts rapping about kimchi jjigae and you swore you had second hand embarrassment but also found it completely comedically perfect. It was so random yet so funny. It went viral online too because other students inside the cafeteria were recording it.

To this day, Mark has been haunted by that video and he absolutely goes ballistic whenever he gets recognised by someone outside of UNI or inside of the campus.

Your lips fell apart as another soft yawn comes out, your hands shift on the books grabbing them as your pelvis shifts from the chair. You stand meeting Mark halfway from the class and outside. “I couldn’t sleep last night allow it. I had to pull an all-nighter for the Oscar Wilde analysis. I knew I was going to hate Wilde the moment i saw The Picture Of Dorian Gray book on my desk.” You sleepily added as your bodies walk side to side with Mark, his bag only one strap on the left shoulder, hands tucked inside the front black cargos pockets, watching you on the sideline as you complained your sad English-literature life away about how much Oscar Wilde is an absolute righteous dick for making The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Don’t get anything wrong but you don’t hate the piece. But if you are stuck late at night around 5am trying to figure out why the hell Dorian did what he did— without having to cuss in your analysis report saying ‘Dorian is a big dickhead’. It’s hard.

Mark loosely chimes at your long rant you’ve done from the classroom and inside the campus all the way to the front gates leaving the campus sight. Seriously, you can go on and on with venting and Mark could listen all day. He loves listening to you. But your conversation came to be cut close when his eyes look forward noticing an annoyingly vibrant red hair ; black leather jacket and a red Porsche outside parked out of the university. Many students watch the stranger, though Mark wished the person was a stranger. How badly he wished Minhyun wasn’t here outside waiting for you.

It’s hard sharing a mutual friend you both equally love and want your time to be shared with when the two brothers completely despise each other and want to forget their blood relation too.

You turn to Mark who looks glum and completely apprehensive. “Seriously guys why can’t you both get along?” You smack your lips together until Minhyun comes forward as his eyes fell on to you, completely ignoring Mark’s presence that seems to be the least acknowledge in his brain.

They really do hate each other.

“I refuse to get along with someone who literally hates watermelon.” Mark childishly adds as his lips pucker, shifting his head away from Minhyun. He seems so easily agitated, much Minhyun was unbothered. He fondly mocks his little brothers child’s-play tactics. “And i refuse to speak someone who cannot cook a bloody egg at his big age.”

Mark glares silently though you stare at the two boys in completely disbelief before shaking your head pushing past the two boys ridiculously petting you their anger but once you were gone their minds were put back on to you and they both follow you like lost puppies crawling back to their mother. Wanting the outmost attention, love, affection and time from you. But only one can get all from you and they don’t wish to share you. Whether it would be a single moment. They don’t want you to be with someone else yet along with one another. Minhyun wants you. Mark wants you. They don’t want to share you.

“Move out my way Markus.” Minhyun growls throwing an elbow to the leaner boy.

Mark hissed as his hands palm and shove the boy’s face, as breathing belts darkly. “Piss off Lee Minhyun.”

They push and shove each other just to get to you first but once you turned around with a huff, swearing a puff of white smoke emits from your ears, nostrils and the head as the boiling anger from within raises to high blood pressure— they back away slightly scared. If it’s one thing the two brothers know it is that you are ballistically terrifying when angry and they don’t wish to deal with angry you.

“You know what I’m going home alone today. How about you guys leave me alone if you cannot stay in one space long enough to be around me.” You add to them with a growl before walking off in the distance leaving the two stunned boys who let go off each other’s bodies with a soft whine leaving their lips. Minhyun let’s out a loose groan, you were supposed to get inside his car, it’s why he drove here. But Mark had to ruin it didn’t he. Mark on the other hand promised to walk you home! You always do that.

Mark rubs the back of his head. “What about our walk Y/n!” He calls out to you, though you ignore him.

Minhyun snarking. “I was suppose driving her home today.” Mark gawks at his brother. “As if. We always walk home.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really need to realise that she likes me better and you are simply the spare. I am the real deal. She clearly wants me and not you.”

He balls his tongue inside his tongue before he looks at Minhyun with a deadly glare in the black iris’ pupils, a look that could kill though he didn’t have enough body pressure to throw a punch. It wouldn’t be a first time that happened with them.

“You shut your mouth. You don’t know anything about her.” Mark said grabbing forward Minhyun by the collar. “Talk to me when you know what her favourite movie or Starbucks order is, Dickhead.” Letting go off the fabric leather collar as he walks off leaving Minhyun smirking at the angered boy.

Truth be honest, Mark has the most troubling anger management issues. Minhyun has never struggled with anger. Instead he struggles with his constant jealousy problem.

It’s funny though to see his little brother get so worked up, seeing the way his face turns hellish; Minhyun has to admit he must be head over heels for you, but that no can’t do.

He can’t have you. You’re his. He’s about to make sure of it.

The screen from your laptop welcomed you with bright light beckoning enough to warmly scorch your poorly tired and sore eyes as to last nights stupidly frustrating all-nighter ; what frustrates you the most is that you have an limitless pile of deadlines tasks to do therefore it looks like you’ll be needing to do more than one goddamn nighter. You can’t help but remember how your mother said to your high schooler self in the past that university was fun. Fun? If so when does the real fun start because fast forwarding three years you are still here with your head buried in books and your mentality reaching its downright limit .

You hear a door knock and as your eyes linger off your laptop you stand up and rush to the front reaching it to open, you thought this better be important enough to distraught you from your studies, and it was. Your eyes widen as you look at the unfamiliar face standing in an very unfamiliar setting. Minhyun in front of your door? Why? What did he need from you that seems so urgent considering the wet hair, soaking from the rain you haven’t even noticed it started to pour down, all the clothes sticking on his poor freezing body. His face had a sense of conflict and urgency that you felt the need to question, but when you’re about to speak and ask why he’s here, Minhyun pushes his hand on your doorway leaning down to your face.

His breathe was deathly cold you saw white smoke flowing out, his tongue rolling as he spoke. “I’m here for our unannounced study sesh.” He croaks out a smirk as your eyebrows squint together in confusion , wondering what sesh? It hit you right after Minhyun brushes past and enters inside your apartment wandering in front of you. You didn’t fight him or his nuisance presence wherein fact you simply went back to studying at your table on the floor.

Minhyun made himself at home with ease as if he was completely unbothered resting on the floor. You couldn’t focus with his damn presence around though, you hate it, you hate how much you gravitate to Minhyun and his troublesome tactics. You dislike the way he intrigues and controls you. You truly dislike that you want him near even though you know he will be giving out consequences and it truly makes your skin shawl with shivers. He was staring at you already when you look up giving him a short glance before hissing out in complaint.

“Here take the towel. You’re distracting me by how soaking you are on my floor.” He heard you hiss as you threw a white towel at him. Minhyun catches it with one hand before tugging the wet red locks in it and rubbing his cold-frozen face.

He grunts in the towel, finally letting out a relaxed and less stiff sigh. “Ugh that feels better.” You raise your eyebrow shaking your head until he let go off the towel and he crawls closer to the table in which you retort back instantly , starting to interrogate his true intentions of why he came here and what exactly was his deal because there’s no way you would ever study with a guy like Minhyun who shared equal hatred to doing something like that.

“Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” You throw at the red head boy who gazed at you.

He looks like he was contemplating what to say. Nevertheless he continues taunting leisurely without shame: Minhyun’s the most shameless of them all. Even though you offered plenty of times to give him the opportunity of studying with you because you truly felt bad how far he was behind his university classes, he rejected you and then reprimanded you for trying to help him. Insulting your kindness to offer him a choice to help him through school. So why now? What made him come here to study now.

“I changed my mind.” You saw him shrug his shoulders as he said this and you roll your lips forward. “Oh yeah?” You say back and he hums a nod quickly to you.

His voice creepily lays on you with comfort and it makes your skin prickle as much as you wish to hate it you couldn’t and that is why you’re so conflicted with the way his dark eyes lay on you the more he crawls to you keeping you trapped in your own apartment. “I’d rather be a loser with you than have someone else do that.” He seeks a jealous remark causing your eyes to leave wonders as you let out a sudden softly chuckle in the air, it felt like magic to hear you speak and laugh; it’s insane to think he’s this obsessed with a girl he only met at a campus few times and then slowly throughout the years… you keep meeting and meeting. Like god was simply paving the way for you to meet more and more.

You bring your lips to shut as Minhyun looks at you confused as to why you were laughing at him. “Jealousy is a great motivator for you.” You smirk at him as he looks at you up and down.

Eyeing you like you’re what he wants. Not studying but only you.

He groans, demandingly. “Don’t tease me. It’s hard to control myself around you as it is.” He said with a warning but somehow you didn’t listen and lean closer whispering to his ears. You abandoned your studies without realising. You left your school work for this guy who had you thinking things. Had you feeling things you never wanted to feel.

As your voice leaves a whisper haunting his ears. “Oh yeah? I think I’ll stick to doing just that.” And his lips fell in a straight line when you crawl more to his space between you closing it, it’s the way your eyes flash at him . You were truly sly, he knew it. The way his hands slip round your back suddenly pushing you down on to his lap to sit your lips help a gasp deeply inside as his lips invade yours:

It felt like an intense rollercoaster to be kissing Minhyun with so much movement there wasn’t a time where neither of you were practically suffocating yourself to deepen the kiss, you were both at each other’s disposal but there was something with the way that Minhyun was just in control. But you didn’t hate it in any way, as you knew, he was jealous and it seems to of turned you on seeing him completely infatuated to the point he ran here to see you in middle of a heavy rain storm. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t thinking straight. All thanks to you wondering if Mark is at your place right now, studying, talking or touching you. He wants to be here in his place and he thanks the lord he is.

He felt blessed to have you on his lap and kissing him with twice as passion as he has for you. It threw him off guard as he could only imagine what you tasted and felt like and now it’s happening; “Mh you have no idea how much I’ve fantasied about this. About kissing your lips late at night.” Minhyun hoarsely croaks as he suddenly flips you over to the couch laying you down with a pin as he stays on top. You blink at the sudden change of positions and you couldn’t help but listen in awe. “I have to admit it’s better than i could ever imagine.” Minhyun groaning past your lips, spreading the wet trailing kisses down to the neckline and on your cleavage through the pyjama top.

The boy didn’t hesitate to slide off the pyjama top hungrily eyeing your beautiful resting chest that he gropes and pampering with mini kisses , how comes to acknowledge how you’re wearing a pretty set of Crimson Lace lingerie “This is pretty. But I’d prefer it off…” he says, you felt your thighs clench together the more he teased your nipples with the bare hint of his teeth grazing it. The more he pulls on your nipples and the way the cold air inflicts it with his contrasting hellish warm breathe, coating it with saliva you squeeze a moan in the moment. Minhyun didn’t leave the opportunity to pass when he can finally mark the hell out of your skin. There’s no way he won’t do this.

As his teeth and lips simply abuse your beautiful and clean skin you can’t help but become a desperate mess as to why he was taking his sweet timing being such a slow poke; you wanted him to rail you down on your couch already, you need him, you’re aching for him. But even so you could tell Minhyun was holding back and savouring the moment unlike you. You wondered what could make him tick off, you wondered what can you say to make the boy fuck you so hard you forget your own name.

“Minhyun…” You call out as the boy flashed you a grin coyly at your desperate face, watching him so sternly with a sudden frustration flashing on your face. “I want you to hurry up, I need you.” You state and Minhyun licks his bottom lip.

There was something about the way you were both desperate but so angry, it turns him on seeing you angry. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind you lashing out on him. Hell does that make him love you provoking him?

“I want to enjoy this moment, because you never know if this will be the last time.” He slings through playing with the waistband of your lower pyjama clothing. You raise your head on the side whispering a remark.

“I bet if Mark was here he would’ve fucked me so much better by now.”

There it was exactly what you called a deathwish from Minhyun who looks at you with the absolutely-dead eyes- wanting to now fuck the shit and attitude out of you. It’s the way you love seeing his eyes go from lust to pure jealously in the moment and you shouldn’t lie, but you felt your stomach doing flips and turns full of butterflies seeing the way his demure and personality flipped off. He wasn’t going easy on you now. The sweet and caring Minhyun’s gone and you were left only with the cruel and merciless king who’s going to ruin the fuck out of you whether you like it or not. What’s the sickening part is that It’s what you wanted. You want him to treat you like he’s in control and you wish to challenge him. You want to be put in your place.

Your inner brat-ness couldn’t be controlled and Minhyun surely doesn’t mind taming a brat down the hard way. The easy way out wasn’t in your vocabulary anyways.

He shares no voice with you until he had you pulling upwards by grabbing a handful of your hair. He unbuckled the belt and slid down the jeans along with the calvin klein boxers, your eyes sparkle at the veiny abdomen and how pretty his monster cock simply was springing up with ease and Mark didn’t share you any instructions. Instead he: Grabbed your face roughly squeezing your jaw, telling you to open your pretty and useless mouth up, you obliged quickly to his words and he shoved his cock down your throat not caring if you gag or what not. Seeing you struggle might make him cum quicker.

Then again he was kind to you. You didn’t want that though because you simply love being ruined. You dislike the way you love how much he was pounding your mouth as if it’s nothing but a hole for him to get his girthy-cock used and it clouds your judgement with lust. Your cheeks hollow as you take more of his cock inside , as much as you’re gagging you can’t help but want more of him in your mouth. It was so small and tiny comparing to how wide and big he was, it made him watch you struggle arouse him more though. The way you couldn’t even use your mouth. He was constantly pushing against you and there was no way for you to run. You’re going to leave with a sore mouth, was his determined goal. Until you’re crying or tapping him to stop.

But instead you moan shamelessly at how deep his tip of the cock was rampaging the back of your throat, the way his size expands your mouth and curls in your cheeks too. Your eyes watery because this was only one speed, he had plenty of mores still ahead of him . You mentally should’ve presented yourself with the idea of: don’t piss off a raging jealous twin who wants to fuck you and possess you. Otherwise he will break your mouth and you’ll be the one complaining about it later on. Minhyun grabs your head pushing you forward in which he slows down the pace, so he could stay watching your mouth slowly crawl up and finally take him entirely in the mouth. Your eyes widen, looking above. Minhyun was gazing at you coldly before rubbing your hair in a messy ponytail with his hands and his thrusts, went berserk.

“Hm. I bet Mark couldn’t fuck your mouth like this. Look at you, crying over how much I’m destroying your face, I bet you knew Mark could never do this to you darling.”

His voice reeks of envy.

The way his was not even thrusting anymore but causing you to deep-throat him with such long and harsh thrusts, they were quick like constant jabs punching you and it makes your throat itch and hurt but even then you felt his cock twitch and your desires were overcoming with the pain to make him cum. Minhyun groans and you felt yourself become a people pleaser again— wanting to please him and only him. Wanting to help him out with the pent up frustration and he does. Snapping out with inconsistencies in the pounding to your face fucking, his lips die off an end as he was breathing heavily.

“That’s right baby, take all of it, don’t let any slip out yeah?” Minhyun swirls his cock in your mouth as it twitched one last time before the liquid snaps out in multiple lines inside your painfully stinging and warm mouth begging for a break. He watches you struggle to keep your mouth closed as his pink and reddish top of his cock leaves and you spill some on the corner to your lips. Minhyun growls grabbing your face forward, as he starts to ridicule you. “I said don’t let any slip out, Y/n did my cock fuck you so good that you can’t remember how to close your mouth and swallow?” He seeks his finger wiping the cum dribbling down as his fingers were pushed in your mouth, salvaging it back inside keeping your mouth full until you swallowed.

You haven’t recovered from the way he was simply abusing your mouth like it was an Inn and Out placement, so when he flips you over from the back with your head up and the back arched in circular motions as his fingers tied on the waistline stripping you he had you on display for the way his eyes lay on your beautiful figure with curves and a round ass that he groped. Smacking it with one hand as the other kneads it like it were a dough, seeing how it jiggles with the slap you found yourself letting out a soft sigh. He smirks hearing you become so sensitive over everything now. He just can’t wait to hear you when he enters you, it’ll be a sight to see and a show to hear.

“I’m not even sure if i should eat you out anymore, with the way you loosely mention my brothers name. Maybe you should go and ask him…” He suddenly says changing the way his tactics go and your eyes widen. Wait that wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. He was supposed to fuck you after you encourage his jealousy issue. Why was he suddenly turning the tables round you?

He pulls away and you grab the sheets whining, god, if he’s trying to make you beg than he shouldn’t do this you’ll do anything now. You can’t be left like this and there’s no way you’re calling Mark to fuck you when you truly want Minhyun now and there. You meekly call out, as an invitation. “No! No no. Minhyun I want you. I don’t want Mark.” You said quickly catching the boy to pause and smirk in delight hearing you. He reaches for your ass again, humming as he rubs your body.

“You want me right? Only me.” He ceases to say and you held your breathe. “Yes yes. Only you. Fuck. I want you to fuck me badly.”

He scoffs at how much you’re begging, it’s amazing to hear it, and he can’t wait to fuck you either but there’s just something lingering in the air that he can’t push the thought of. “I don’t believe you.” He states and you glare with a huff.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll go and call Mark.” You state with the grit to your teeth but that’s was what done it for him. Minhyun broke out of the sweet dearly caring demure again and had you face plant as his cock was watching your entrance before sliding inside due to how wet you are; it was easy to slip and out without you noticing and look at you moaning loudly in the mattress covering your face in the bedsheets like a whore you are. Minhyun had you waiting for you to act up, purposely, so he could fuck you like the white you want to be treated like and he wants to show you who’s wanting you and who isn’t. He doesn’t want you to even know Mark. He wants you to forget him. To stop mentioning him. He wants you to speak about him and mention him only so he can see Mark’s defeated face when you pick him.

He wishes to crush his brothers dreams of ever having you and knowing you, he wants you to be screaming his name that you only know him and cease to exist without him would be hard. It’s the way you fell completely in disbelief at how his thick cock was pursing through your tight velvet walls and the way his tip was constantly coursing through to your womb hitting the right spots you weren’t sure were able to be reached within a milestone; Minhyun had you bend down like you were an animal on display for him, he had you being fucked like you were nothing but a human bodily flesh for him to use and treat like his cum dump. He tried his best to be sweet to you but you didn’t take it. You wanted this.

You wanted him to be mean and jealous. You took advantage of his jealousy not once but twice now and it was going to be final for you to do this to him. You were lost so much in the pleasure you felt yourself go dizzy and weak, but Minhyun didn’t care, no, he truly didn’t. He was lost in his own pleasure as his cock kept going in and out of you— reconnecting to your tight pussy that feels like it’s made to be around him, clenching enough to make him cum right there and then and he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.

He was edging you through your own orgasm too. Whenever you became so close to the end as you clench harder he slows down the pace and you were simply gripping the bedsheets with frustration. He had you waiting and waiting for an orgasm until you simply beg for it and cry. You wanted this, Mean Minhyun, and you got it.

“You asshole.” You weakly spat in the bedsheets as he heard you curse, with a smirk growing wider on the face he pounds into you deeper the more you curse him out. “Hm, good girls get to orgasm. You have to earn it however.” He slants as he goes quicker again and you cry out. “Please I want to cum. Please. I can’t take much anymore.” You plead at his mercy as his eye watches you before reaching down with his palm to your exposed and bare clit. You gasp with your eyes widening, what was he doing? Was he purposely trying to pleasure you as he edged you?

You let out a yelp when his two fingers work his way in circular motions on your sensitive clit as his thrusts sternly kept a same identical pace of an animal pounding in you with all desires to have you. The overstimulation empowers through your body and when you realise the abdomen becomes warm and you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm you start to warn Minhyun in panic.

“Fuck, Min-Minhyun I’m close. Fuck fuck. Please can I cum, please. Give it to me please.” Said your voice dimming down and choking a moan midway, his glum and cruel voice creepily crawls behind you as his head pulls on your hair. “Cum on my cock since you’re begging this much.” He stated without much emotions as he groans, the way his hand flicks to your clit on the wrist and it didn’t take long for you to let go and have it snap right there and then.

You thought you were going to cum a little, boy, you were wrong. The overstimulation constantly had you waiting and waiting piling on so much that you squirt over your orgasm on his cock and down on the couch bedsheets, you would be sloppily trying your best with wobbling arms to stay up but you fell right on your face and chest as your breasts manoeuvre. Minhyun let go off your clit with a shock entering his body but it was an awe seeing the way you squirt due to how much he pleasured you, he felt a sling of ego rising in him and he mockingly adds to you. “God you squirted, did i pleasure you that much you couldn’t take it?” He sneers at you because you look fucked out dumb, literally with the way your eyes were clenching. You could no longer see without seeing black. It was that overwhelming.

It was your first time squirting too, who would’ve thought it was this powerful more than a normal orgasm? Seriously. You didn’t have time to recover at all and Minhyun pushed his cock further until he was twitching deep inside you, you could tell he was close and this somehow fuels you to take more and more of his demanding and pounding thrusts inside you leaving your pussy squelching. With your squirting on his hard cock he felt how warm your juices spew on him and he couldn’t lie it was a sight to turn on anyone, he felt the way his abdomen become harder to control as his thrusts getting closer and now he was simply pushing your face down in the pillows angling himself deeper in you. You were forced to lay on your stomach and the way your body follows his in synch, he fucks you deeper in an angle you couldn’t imagine.

“I’m going to cum inside you, fill you nice and up for Mark to see if he ever does.” He greedily said and your ears perk up at those words as did your body, clenching, he smirks feeling the way you were secretly enjoying this jealous side of him and so was he; he couldn’t lie. “Yeah? You like the sound of that huh? You’re so filthy Y/n. I bet you like the sound of me cumming inside you. Fucking a baby in to you. Do you like that Hm?”

You could only respond with a muffled moan as the couch creeks open and his cock spasms as well with his body, stuffing your abused hole with his his warm and scorching liquid filling you full to the brim of his cum. You let out a sigh of relief as Minhyun slants next to you with an exhausting expression and beads of sweat.

You roll over as Minhyun was quick to stand up gathering the clothes on the floor that were scattered especially your beautiful lingerie set — he then gets changed first. You wondered why did he hurry away when you thought he left, he actually came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. You look up at him, surprised, but an other half of you felt flustered. You sit up and reach for the glass but when he saw the way you were trembling, especially your arms, he stops you.

“Let me help you.” Minhyun gently said and you didn’t dare reject him as your lips drink from the cup as he helped you to be fed.

You shyly look down and Minhyun helped you get changed. He made sure you were taken care off. It really leaves you surprised with the way he was fucking you like an rabid dog and now here he is being this sweet and gentle soul you weren’t even aware he had this side of him. But it somehow makes you melt. It does.

He fell back in to his devilish smirk before grabbing a hold of your Crimson Lace Lingerie. “You should wear this more often.” Minhyun said. You raise your eyebrows together. “You like that set?” You smile and Minhyun let’s out a soft laugh.

“I fucking love it. Maybe next time,” he croaks out playfully before travelling close to you with a hint, he flashed you flirty eyes and smile. “I can fuck you wearing that only?” He would ask and you felt your heart drop at the suggestion.

You have a feeling this will become a daily-on-thing in the future.

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[midsummer-semantics]

Fortune Favors the Bold

Back with part 2 of Steddie Kinktober Bingo! Cross-posted on ao3 as well!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, Teacher-Student Relationship, Pre-Relationship, still but we're getting there, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, dom/sub dynamics, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, WELCOME BACK SUB EDDIE, Mutual Masturbation, Jerk off Instruction, Kinktober, Marijuana, Eddie smokes because duh but he's completely in control of his actions

Summary:

Eddie’s probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steve’s dirty little secret, he replied to the last one with a secret message of his own:

That can still be arranged.

Or: The semester may have ended, but Eddie's obsession with his professor definitely hasn't.

[divider by @steddiecameraroll-graphics]

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Eddie’s probably an idiot for doing this, but once he found out Steve’s dirty little secret, he replied to the last one with a secret message of his own:

That can still be arranged.

He then sent Steve a quick email saying “Thank you so much for the private lessons. The last research project is done. I look forward to working with you closely in the future,” and then closed his laptop and screamed into his pillow for two straight minutes.

It was bold. More bold than the claim that landed him in those private sessions, but maybe not as bold as Steve had been.

His professor, of course, one-ups him again a few days later with a reply:

His personal number. Steve sent Eddie his personal fucking phone number.

Eddie screams into his pillow again for good measure.

It takes a week and a half of spiraling, several started and deleted texts, an aborted call to his best friend Chrissy (because honestly, he can’t tell her about this, it’s a complete breach of trust with Steve), and maybe a few too many hits off a joint before Eddie finally plucks up the courage to put that number to use.

It’s three days until Christmas and Eddie’s stoned in his childhood bedroom, his uncle at work because even this close to the holiday, the old man can’t catch a break.

He’d taken screenshots of all the secret messages and put them in a locked folder on his phone, reading back through them periodically to use as jerk-off material. Steve really did have a vivid imagination that he managed to convey in so few words. Shakespeare would give his left arm for half of the homoeroticism that Steve can produce in two lines of prose.

Eddie stubs the roach out, leans back against the wall — because 16-year-old Eddie didn’t have a bed frame with a headboard so 29-year-old Eddie gets to go without while he’s visiting Wayne — and pulls up Steve’s contact.

It’s only 8:15pm, a perfectly reasonable time to contact a professor about a homework question. That is, if it wasn’t winter break, and Eddie was still his student, and he actually had a homework question to ask him.

Whatever, he thinks. Steve told him to call him if he needs anything. And Eddie is in bed, half-chubbed from the messages he was re-reading for the millionth time, hazy from the weed, and needing to hear his professor’s voice even for a second.

He presses the number to dial before he can think twice about it, holding the phone up to his ear as the line rings, readjusts himself in his boxers, and waits. 

“Hello, Steve Harrington speaking,” a voice answers after the third ring.

Eddie’s heart skips a beat, momentarily rendered speechless. For some reason, he had it in his mind that Steve gave him a phony number, that maybe he imagined the entire thing and was living out some kind of insane vivid dream for the last few weeks.

“Hello?” Steve says again, knocking Eddie out of his momentary stupor.

“Hello, professor,” Eddie chirps, cringing when he realizes how eager he sounds. He tries to backtrack. “Sorry, I know it’s late, and you’re probably with family, and — shit, why did I think this was a good idea—”

“Whoa, Eddie?” Steve interrupts, not sounding the least bit angry, but almost… happy? Definitely surprised, but not in a bad way, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes. “It’s me. Sorry. I know you told me to call you if I needed anything, but I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”

“I was serious,” Steve says. “I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you’d actually take up the offer.”

“Oh? Why not?”

If Eddie’s phone had a chord, he’d be twirling it around his finger as he settles more comfortably against the wall and his bed, legs splayed out in front of him over the flannel sheets.

“Why don’t you tell me why you’re calling instead,” Steve prompts gently. “What do you need?”

So many things, Eddie’s mind supplies.

“I- uh…” he stammers instead, trying to come up with a good reason to have bothered his (former) professor this late during holiday break. “I wanted to know if you’ll be available next semester to do more private lessons. Seeing as I’m not on your roaster for the spring.”

There’s some shuffling in the background that Eddie can’t decipher before Steve speaks up. “Oh? Well, I don’t see why not. I’m only teaching two classes so I can focus on my next manuscript, so I’ll have a bit of free time that I’d be happy to dedicate to my favorite.” There’s a short pause before Steve tacks on, “Student.”

Eddie tries to hide the gasp he lets out by pulling the phone away from his face, reaching down with his free hand to cup his straining erection through his boxers. Even just hearing Steve’s voice is enough to have him leaking into the fabric. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

“Great,” Eddie chokes, a little high pitched even in his own ears. “Great. I’ll still be free Thursday evenings if that works for you.”

Steve hums, more shuffling happening for a moment. “Sure, that works for me. But, Eddie, I can’t exactly offer you reprieve on a project or anything if you’re not my student next semester. And while I would love to assume you’re asking for the sheer opportunity to learn, I have to ask…”

There’s a pause, during which Eddie’s heart migrates to his throat.

“What do you really hope to gain from these private lessons?”

Eddie can feel himself starting to sweat, even though he’s only wearing his boxers and the heater in the old trailer is shit.

“I—” he mutters, “I guess… um… whatever you’re willing to give me?” He says it like a question, but the alternative is begging for something, anything, that Steve is willing to provide.

Steve tsks on the other end of the line, how voice slightly deeper, huskier when he speaks again. “Come on, Eddie. You can do better than that. Where’s all those words you poured into your research projects? All that confidence when you’re claiming Jonson was a self-important asshole for publishing his complete works in seven volumes?”

Eddie bites his lip hard to prevent a whine from escaping, squeezing the base of his dick harder to keep from coming.

“Dunno what my options are,” Eddie tries. He’s fishing, he knows he is, deflecting in the hopes that Steve just tells him what to do so Eddie can let him take the reins and he doesn’t have to think. Between the weed coursing through his bloodstream and Steve’s voice coursing through his synapses, he’s entirely out of his own control, and he needs more of this weightless oblivion.

“Well,” Steve grunts. There’s more shuffling and a quiet goran. “I can talk to the department about a GA placement. Make you my assistant for the semester.”

Eddie’s almost taken out of the fantasy by that offer. Grad assistants get tuition reprieve and a regular paycheck. Normally those positions only go to PhD students, but a GA at the MA level would severely reduce the debt he’s going into for this program.

“Or,” Steve continues, “I could offer an independent study course. One unit to help knock one of those extra required ones down for graduation.”

That’s also a fantastic offer. Some of those units are meant to go toward writing his thesis, but he doesn’t want to take them all at once and end up paying more in the long run.

But that’s not why Eddie called him. It’s not even why he took Steve up on his initial offer for private lessons. He wanted to learn, sure, but mostly he wanted to spend time with the older man. He wanted his attention solely on him, and he has it right now, unmitigated by academic or bureaucratic red tape, and he wants to keep that going.

“With respect, sir,” Eddie hedges, knowing this is already a dangerous game that they’re playing, but too down bad to consider quitting now. “Getting to spend more time with you is all the incentive I really need.”

It’s quiet on the other line for a moment, long enough for Eddie to start panicking again.

“Tell me, Eddie,” Steve says, his tone still deep and inviting. “Are you willing to be a good boy for me?”

This time, Eddie doesn’t prevent a low groan from escaping him, slouching on the bed as he squeezes his cock again, his legs falling open automatically.

“Yes, sir,” he mutters, almost a whine, but not quiet. Not yet.

“I meant what I said, you know. In those little messages. You really don’t know what you do to me, baby boy,” Steve rasps. Eddie thinks he hears the click of a bottle opening, a soft groan breathed into the phone’s speaker right into Eddie’s fuzzy brain, before unmistakable slow, slick sounds begin. “The amount of times I’ve had to fuck my fist right after you leave my office…” Steve continues, his voice a little more ragged than before. “God, the janitors would be pissed at the messes I’ve made.”

Eddie awkwardly shoves his boxers down one-handed and kicks them off haphazardly, grasping his own copiously leaking cock and giving it a few quick, over-dry strokes. The friction makes him hiss even as he moans.

“Oh, sweet thing,” Steve coos. “Too eager to use lube?”

It’s like Steve really is watching him; how does he know Eddie’s just raw-dogging his dick like this? He’s almost 30, he knows better than to jerk one out without something to ease the glide. But his lube is in his bathroom bag, and he’d have to put the phone down to get it open, and he doesn’t want to miss a second of hearing Steve jerking off for him.

“Why don’t you put a couple of fingers between those pretty lips for me? Get your hand nice and wet before you hurt yourself,” Steve instructs.

Eddie has three fingers in his mouth before he can mutter a yes, sir, but he tries to get the words around the intrusion anyway, burning with mortification at his eagerness when he hears Steve chuckle in his ear.

“That’s it, baby boy. Suck on those pretty fingers for me. I bet you look so good with your mouth full.”

Eddie can feel the drool starting to collect between his fingers and slide down his palm, his eyes rolling back at the combination between having his mouth stuffed and Steve’s voice whispering filthy praise in his ear.

“Alright, baby. Now get your hand on your cock and let me hear you sing for me.”

Eddie pulls his fingers from his mouth and wraps his wet hand around himself, the glide much easier. The moan he lets out is entirely too loud, too telling of how turned on he is, but he can’t stop it. 

“That’s it, pretty one. Let me hear you. God,  you sound so good.”

Eddie can hear the slick sounds of Steve beating off on the other line, the less than quiet groans the older man lets out in response to Eddie’s too-loud ones. 

“I bet you look so pretty all laid out, touching your cock. Are you naked, Eddie?”

Eddie gasps, twisting his fist around the head of his dick and nodding dumbly. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Are you wet for me?”

Eddie looks down at this cock, the head deep red and spurting pre-come like a leaky faucet.

“So fucking wet,” Eddie pants, eyes squeezing shut so he can focus on the sounds Steve breathes into the phone.

“I want to eat you out, baby boy. Would you like that? Bend you over my desk and spank your ass ‘til it’s red before tongue fucking you ‘til you come all over yourself?”

“Steve —” Eddie keens, feeling his balls draw tight, right on the edge.

“Gonna come for me, baby? That’s okay. Come whatever you want to. I’m not stopping until I’ve finished,” Steve says. It sounds vaguely threatening, but holy fuck, is it exactly the permission Eddie needs to trigger his orgasm. Come shoots out of him, landing over his fist, stomach, chest, even a bit on his neck as he moans and mewls through it.

“Fuck yeah,” Steve mutters, before loosing a deep groan of his own that lets Eddie know his professor is coming as well.

There’s a lot of heavy breathing between them stuttering down the phone line as both men attempt to catch their breath. Eddie needs a shower, maybe a baptism after the religious experience that is hearing Steve Harrington come.

“You okay, pretty one?’ Steve mutters after several agonizing minutes.

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums, mouth dry and body completely wrung out. “Yeah, ‘m perfect.”

“Yeah you are,” Steve agrees, that delicate condescension back in his tone. Eddie can feel himself being tugged toward sleep, and of course it’s like Steve already knows. “Clean yourself up a bit, baby, and then you can sleep all you want.”

“Will you—” he starts and then stops, not wanting to voice his thoughts out loud and come off too needy after everything.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you until you’re tucked back in bed,” Steve answers, all-knowing as always. “And after Christmas we can talk about your private lessons for the spring.”

Eddie doesn’t meant to whine, he doesn’t, but Steve just fucked his brains out without being anywhere near him and he doesn’t want to wait four days before he talks to him again.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. You can still call me whenever you need something. That offer still stands,” Steve promises.

“Okay,” Eddie replies. “Thank you, sir.”

“Anytime, Eddie. Really.”

[boolger]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 8 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] ☆ [chapter 2] ☆ [chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4] ☆ [chapter 5] [chapter 6]☆ [Chapter 7] ☆ [chapter 8] ☆ [Chapter 9]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 8/10 ☆ 1,690 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, suicidal thoughts, mention of blood, violence, more will be added

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You packed everything important; papers, photos, clothes, electronics. You broke and soaked the information on hard disks that you didn’t need. Cried for about an hour on the couch, wondering why the fuck Kate would do this.

Every bill from the hospital was paid. Every single one and the hospital ended their letters with “we hope to see you again!”. 

As if.

There was money in your bank account too. Over 20 grand, just sitting there, transferred from an account overseas, but you didn’t need to be a genius to know that it was from her. Though this had been what had gotten you into this mess from the start, this was why you had even kidnapped Kate Laswell.

You should be ecstatic. Alice would be happy for you. You could move, abandon the house out in nowhere, escape with memories of your sister and you, laughing and crying together.

… memories of running, feet burning beneath you, of your burning ass, of pleasure… and of a face battered in by a fucking Shakespeare book. The constant thumping sound of a book connecting with the face, getting wetter and wetter, the feeling of the nose bending beneath it. Of the fear that ran through you as you watched Phillip Graves raising a gun at Kate.

After crying, packing everything into your shitty car which was filled to the brim with gasoline.

So you wouldn’t have to tank up for a while. So you could leave immediately, so you could abandon them all without any problems.

You found her knife in the car, beneath the seat, when you tried pushing a back under it. The butterfly knife was a silver coating, simple and clearly expensive. You opened it, looking at the sharp blade. It was like a last reminder of Kate. Expensive, well-designed and still dangerous as fuck.

Like a sign. You put it in your pocket. Closed all the car doors and got into it. Taking one last look at the old house, in the middle of nowhere, between fields and with the gentle humming of the highways. With an overgrown lawn, left to live its own life while you stayed at the hospital with Alice.

All the pictures, the clothes you had left of her, her books and CDs, everything you connected with Alice was in the van, neatly packed down in bags and then boxes, so they wouldn’t get wet. It annoyed you that you could pull the memories of the two of you from the house and pack it down too, to make sure they were safe and secure.

The rusty blue van started with a roar, like a monster waking up after a nap, growling for a while before agreeing to stay alive. You backed out of the driveway.

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Using the horn this early in the morning was honestly rude, yet you found yourself honking, already annoyed with waiting.

The dress you wore had screamed your name when you packed it away the day before. You didn’t wear dresses often, preferring hoodies and such, but when you had woken up in the motel this morning, you had put it on. A babydoll dress in black that Alice had convinced you to buy years ago but you had never used it. Not before now.

You honked again, your van’s engine growling along.

It echoed through the neighbourhood, into the rest of the London traffic. Finally something happened and the little system next to the gate turned on, scratching for a moment.

“What do you want?” Ghost’s voice sounded a little tired, but as annoyed as you assumed he had been with you the entire time, barely audible over your god awful van. It was different from when he had kidnapped you back, first choking you out, then interrogating you with Price.

“To talk to her,” you answered loudly. Silence for a second.

“Go away, kid.” He then answered, “she doesn’t want to talk.”

You seethed at the kid. You were 25, not a goddamn child.

“I don’t fucking care I want to talk to her. It the fuckin’ least she can do.” ‘I saved her’ went unsaid.

You could only hear him grumble vaguely over the system, before the gates swung open in front of the car. 

“Thank you.” Your car almost coughed as you made it go forward, rolling into the property. You stopped in front of the main door, your rusty ass art piece standing out next to the dark and fancy SUVs.

One annoyed-looking, robe wearing Kate Laswell stepped out, morning hair a little messy but pulled back into a bun, her blue eyes resting on you. A part of you wanted to scream at her, another wanted to fall to your knees and beg. In the doorframe, both Ghost and Soap stood, watching you like ferocious guard dogs, waiting for the moment to attack. 

When you killed the engine and stopped, everything got much more quiet. You stepped out, standing only a few metres from her.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Kate calmly stated instead of greeting you, a neutral look on your face.

“Fuck you,”  not the best way to start the conversation and you could see Soap’s eyebrows raise behind Kate, but you paid her no mind as you took a step forward, “Fuck you, Kate. I fucking saved you and you disgarded me like a piece of trash.”

“I gave you what you wanted,” Kate remained almost emotionless, tipping up her chin a little, “You said it yourself. You needed the money to pay the bills, to start over somewhere new. I gave you that.”

“Why didn’t you fuckin’ ask me what I wanted?” You asked angrily, clenching your hands, “Did you even fucking care? Bashed in that dude’s face and I was no longer of use to you?”

Kate shrugged but you could see the corner of her mouth twitch, see her shoulders tense a little, “Figured it was better than killing you.”

The urge to scream at her was back and you ran a hand over your face, keeping yourself back from doing so, from giving her the hell you wanted to. 

It was as if your mind wasn’t in control when you stepped closer, reaching into your pocket - ignoring the way the men in the door tensed, as if ready to step in, yank you away from her, push you to the ground –

The folded butterfly knife rested in your hand as you offered it to her.

“This was in my car,” you said, more calm now, not even sure why you made this stupid choice, continuing, voice turning into a whisper, “please don’t make me leave. I’d rather die. Please. I’ll be good for you.”

Kate stared at the knife for a moment, then up at your face again. Something in her eyes softened.

“I’ll be good for you,” you whispered, reiterating that you meant it. Your hand was shaking a little. With your black dress, you weren’t sure if you were dressed to impress or dressed for  your funeral. 

Her hand reached out calmly, to touch the butterfly knife in your hand. But instead of taking it from you, like you had expected, she moved her hand to push your fingers against it. 

“Keep it,” her voice wasn’t loud, her eyes never leaving your face, almost as if she was looking for something. As if this was a ritual of a kind, and you, the black lamb, had willingly come for slaughter - only to be turned down.

This wasn’t really what you had expected and though you tightened the grip around the folded knife, you didn’t move otherwise. She was the sun in your galaxy, the one you would look for and you didn’t know when she had become that. It was fucked up, it was wrong and there were no doubt something toxic about it, it was all messed up.

Kate Laswell stepped even closer. Her hands were soft as they rested on your warm cheeks, framing your face. You had to focus on not crying for a moment. The hand that wasn’t holding the knife came to rest on her elbow, as if to wordlessly beg her to never let go. You wanted to run your hand over the sharp bridge of her nose, wanted to kiss the wrinkles near her eyes, push away the stray long pieces of hair in her bangs, kiss her jaw and breathe in her scent near her neck. 

“I’ve ruined you, haven’t I, darling?” She asked, a tone of sadness clear in the question. You nodded a little, ever so slowly.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “rewritten my code –” your moved your hand from her elbow to rest against the back of one of her hands, nuzzling into her palm a little, “I don’t think I mind, though.”

That was the truth wasn’t it? A fucked up truth, from a broken woman that found somebody other broken in a different way, with a power imbalance between you. Even if she just wanted to keep you around as a fuck toy, you didn’t mind. You had somebody to care about again.

A soft smile appeared on her face.

“No more running away?”

“No,” you answered honestly, adding a sharp, “and don’t send me away again, either.”

A huff left her. “Alright.”

You were the one to initiate the kiss and Kate only deepened it. Finally you slid the knife into your pocket, before putting your arm around her shoulder. The world could have ended around you and you would have been happy. 

You heard a huff from behind her  - you just flipped Ghost off behind Kate’s back, making Soap giggle.

When you pulled away from each other, Kate didn’t even try to bed discreet as she took in your body, your soft curves in the dress, only hidden a little by the jacket. 

“That’s an awfully pretty dress, Fae,” she whispered, slowly licking her bottom lip, licking off the taste of your mind, “I should look at it closer. Preferably in my bed.”

Even as you felt your face heat up, you snickered like a love struck school girl. 

[emira-addams]

Hazbin Hotel - Odette x Velvette - Juliet and Juliet in Hell

Chapter 06: Shakespeare's Star-Crossed Lovers

A corrosive situation...

Heaven lamented Shakespeare's star-crossed lovers. Acid rain broke through the dense cloud cover and the dusk bled through the holes. Heaven's glistening teardrops burned painfully on Velvette's skin as she stalked with swift steps through the shadows of the streets.

Silence...

For over a week, there had been radio silence between Odette and Velvette. No calls nor messages since their kiss, while her thoughts were always dwelling on the girl with the cute glasses and platinum blonde hair.

Velvette knew that Carmilla would kill her if she caught her. Her rational self knew better, but Velvette's heart felt heavy with pain in her chest. Again and again, her fingertips rubbed over her chest over the spot, trying to quell the pain, trying to dull her feelings for Odette, but with each hopeful glimpse at the screen of her phone and the disappointment that followed, her heart sank further and further, weighing heavy like lead, threatening to crush her.

Velvette was surely not about to wait in her tower helplessly like some damned princess for her lover to come and save her...

Carmilla is going to kill me, she thought again as she jumped the fence that was supposed to protect the Carmine estate from unwanted visitors. The last light of the fading day bathed the house in a eerie crimson glow, the glimmer of lamps flickering behind a few windows. Velvette crept carefully along the wall until she reached the pool in the garden behind the house.

"You can fucking do this..." Velvette tried to assure herself as she stood under the narrow balcony that adjoined Odette's room on the second floor. Clammy fingers clutched the rusty rain pipes. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Velvette began to climb. The slippery stones of the wall offered little support for the soles of her boots and a fall from this height would reveal her unauthorized presence to the head of the house.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she clung to the metal railing with sweaty palms and pulled her body safely onto the balcony with aching muscles.

Through the gap in the ajar balcony door, two voices cut through the silence of the night. Velvette quickly hid in the cover of the shadows. With her back pressed tightly against the rough wall, she listened intently to the words coming from Odette's room.

"You've really caught it, Odette..." Velvette heard Rosie's voice. "You really like Velvette, maybe even love her."

"Yes..." muttered Odette, her voice mingled with embarrassment. "I wasn't really in love or had some crush on someone before Velvette..."

"Lucky for you, romance is my specialty!"

"But my mother thinks Velvette is a bad pick for a potential partner..."

Rosie sighed sorrowfully. "I'm afraid we both know too well how stubborn your mother can be sometimes. Do you want to guess how many attempts it took for me to persuade her to go on a proper date with me?" From the other side of the balcony door, Velvette heard a light laugh from Rosie. "Your mother is a very cautious woman. I think she needs time to process that realization that even in hell, her two little fledglings are going to want to leave their protective nest one day, for better or worse..."

"I think I really hurt her a lot with my words the other night. It wasn't intentional, but she wouldn't let me talk and I got so angry with her..." Odette sniffled.

"Don't worry about it, dear. Give your mother some time and I'm sure she'll come around. I can only advise you to talk to her in calm and sort things out."

"Thank you, Rosie, really…"

"Anytime again, dear! I'm sorry, I really wish I could help you more for now. If you want, I'll try to talk to your mother again. We'll find a way, I promise..." Velvette heard footsteps, a door was opened and then closed again, and finally silence followed.

Velvette waited another moment in the shadows before leaving her safe cover and knocking gently on the glass pane of the balcony door. Startled, Odette jumped and whipped her head towards Velvette. She was sitting at the end of her bed with her face buried in her hands, her eyes red from crying.

"Velvette? What the hell are you doing here?" Odette wanted to know in surprise and shock. She frantically scrambled to her feet and rushed towards the balcony door. She quickly opened the door for Velvette.

"I'm sorry..." Velvette whispered, a sudden uncertainty in her voice. Maybe I shouldn't be here, she realized in silence. "I couldn't stay away... I had to see you to make sure you were okay and that your mother hadn't crucified you after all. You wanted to get in touch with me..."

"Oh... I know..." Ashamed, Odette looked down. "I'm so terribly sorry, Velvette! My mother took my phone from me. I really meant to contact you. Fuck, I hope I didn't hurt you with this..."

Velvette shrugged it off. "What's the current mood between you and your mother?" she asked apprehensively. Before she could stop herself, she was already reaching for Odette's hand and taking it gently in hers. Odette didn't pull away, even though the altercation with her mother was Velvette's fault, Velvette was the problem. A slight feeling of relief came over her, but a guilty conscience still gnawed at her.

Odette shrugged her shoulders. "The mood is tense, the house is in a general state of war. I'm not allowed to leave my room except at mealtimes, we don't speak a word with each other at dinner and the rest of the family avoids us, while Rosie does everything she can to play the part of the diplomat between the two fronts." Odette gave Velvette an encouraging smile when she noticed her guilty expression. "Hey," she whispered, cupping Velvette's cheeks. "Can we change the subject, please? Right now I really don't want to talk about my fight with my mother, instead I want to talk about you and the reason you came climbing over my balcony in the middle of the night."

"Do you want me to leave or should I stay with you?" Without answering, Velvette had backed away towards the balcony door when slender fingers encircled her wrist and held her back, two arms wrapped around her neck.

Odette drew Velvette to her. "Please stay... I'm so thankful you're here. I've really missed you, Velvette," Odette spoke in a hushed voice before leaning over slightly and placing her soft lips on Velvette's smooth ones and kissing her delicately.

For a moment Velvette merely stared at Odette in surprise, but soon the realization and warmth of the real kiss sifted into her body and she returned to reality as her heart became light in her chest, soaring. She swore nothing tasted sweeter than sad lips.

Battered, they broke away from each other to catch their breath.

"You-" The circling of Velvette's thoughts stopped, the insides of her head blank and each sentence dying on the tip of her tongue. "Shit!" she cursed as she failed to find the right words and lost the ability to speak briefly. A deep red blush crept into Velvette's cheeks. "Shit, Odette... It was so worth the wait," she breathed almost speechlessly as she met Odette's lips this time. She kissed her so very carefully and delicately, but then her hands began to roam all over Odette's body and disappeared under her top.

"Hm...", breathed Odette, while their kisses became more frantic, more fervent and finally faster. She greedily challenged Velvette, cheekily licking her lower lip again and again and provoking her with a playful grin until she allowed her tongue to enter her mouth.

Shamelessly, Velvette slid her knee in between Odette's thighs and coaxed a moan from her. An excited shudder ran down Velvette's spine as she suddenly tasted Odette's tongue in her mouth. She moaned into the French kiss and her nimble fingers found their way to Odette's zipper. Velvette slipped her hand into Odette's pants, prompting another pleasurable moan from her as she felt her fingers through the thin fabric of her panties and another shiver of anticipation ran down her spine, turning into wet arousal.

"Bed," Velvette ordered between breaths, her heartbeat becoming faster and faster and its quick frequent rhythm trying to match Odette's. Velvette ran her tongue lustfully over the curve of Odette's collarbone up to her neck. She nipped and bid her skin slightly to leave a shimmering red mark. Odette whimpered quietly and pushed her upper body against Velvette's knee. Velvette pulled her closer by her waist, her hands moving up over her hips. Velvette pulled Odette's top over her head, her hand sneaking to her back and expertly undoing the clasp of her bra before carelessly throwing both garments to the floor, leaving Odette completely exposed.

Odette didn't even bother to cover herself, but hurriedly struggled out of her pants before leaving Velvette completely in charge, who now lovingly kissed her neck and slowly moved to her breasts. Velvette's hand stroked torturously slowly over the sensitive inside of Odette's thighs.

"Stop the perpetual foreplay..." Odette complained with a playful pout. Her expectant eyes pinned Velvette and Velvette finally let her hand disappear into Odette's panties again, while she pushed her firmly but gently towards the bed with her other hand.

Chapter 07:

[silas-222]

Everytime— Softwilly x fem!reader

Back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

A girl with relatively short hair sat in a restaurant, a solum look on her face. Her black floor length dress decored with white pearls, the waiter coming back to her table. "Ma'am I'm afraid you're going to have to give up your table." The teenager sympathized with the older woman. Y/n nodded and placed a twenty on the table before grabbing her purse and leaving the restaurant.

I get tired of your no-shows

You get tired of my control (Yuh)

They keep telling me to let go

She got into her '55 Chrysler Windsor and drove to the shared apartment, where her boyfriend laid on the couch after 'working' for hours. His barbwire and inner forearm tattoo visible due to him wearing a muscle shirt and gym shorts. 

 She slammed the door close as he jumped and looked at her, an 'oh shit' expression covering his face as she immediately started asking him questions. 

"Nick what the fuck!? Where were you?!" She asked him as he got up from the couch. "I was here! You didn't tell me we had a date!" 

"YES I DID!"

"NO YOU FUCKING DIDNT!"

They went back and forth until she finally grabbed him by his shirt and tossed him out of the apartment. "LEAVE!" She cried as he scrambled to get up from the floor, almost making it before she slammed the door in his face. 

But I don't really let go when I say so (Yuh, yuh)

I keep giving people blank stares (Yeah)

I'm so different when you're not there (Yuh) 

It's like something out of Shakespeare

Because I'm really not here when you're not there

"Y/n get your ass up! Come on, we have to get you to do something." Her friend tried to convince her. The girl had red curly hair, her dark skin tone complimenting the black leather dress she was wearing. 

She rolled her eyes at her friend, "what's so different about Nick that you'll stay inside?" She asked only to get no response, "...whatever. I'm done." She said before walking out of the girl's apartment. 

I've tried to fight our energy

But everytime I think I'm free (Yeah)

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing as her phone went off. Grabbing it she looked at the message from Nick. 

'New message from Nicky🤍'

Nicky🤍 

Baby I'm sorry, please forgive me..

I, in no way at all, intentionally ever wanted to make you feel that way. Seriously when I don't text you you're always the only thing on my mind. I love you so much. And I never want you to think that I'm ignoring you. Because I never do. I love talking to you. You're the only person that I love talking to. And I never want to lose you. And beside the arguing, I've never had a person treat me so good like you do and someone that respects me like you do. And I don't want to lose that. I can't lose that. Because if I ever lost you idk if I'd ever be able to be with anyone else. Because no matter what you think of yourself, you're perfect to me. Everything about you is perfect. I absolutely love everything about you.And I still can't get over the fact that I have you. I love you.

(Read 11:50 pm)

Typing...

Come over. 

Please..

Nicky🤍

Be there in fifteen. 🤍 

🤍

(Read 11:51 pm) 

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Nick showed up to her apartment and knocked, the smell of weed still strong on him. Y/n opened the door, taking in his appearance, she's not dumb to the smell of weed. But when he pulled out the bouquet of  sunflowers, lilies and roses, a large smile grew on her face. 

"Hi baby." He smiled as she hugged him tightly. He picked her up and closed the door to the apartment, she kissed him softly. He walked over to the room, laying her down on the bed gently and slowly moving the kiss down to her neck. Soft moans coming out of her mouth as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and took it off. 

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Nick could taste the alcohol in her mouth, not that he minded. He liked the fact that she drank, she was a funny and emotional drunk when they were together. Now he's not so sure what type of drunk she is. 

Y/n took off his shirt and looked at him before kissing him again, this time more rough than the last. His hands on her waist while her's were on his shoulders. Both of their bodies pushed against each other. Nick pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her as she smiled back, a confirmation for what was going to happen. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

Y/n stood in a room with a projector lighting up the room, it was displaying pictures and videos of Nick and her either arguing or actually being a happy couple. She started singing and dancing towards the camera as the music continued. 

The room was in a pink light, the singer wearing a black body suit along with baggy pants and a baggy zip up jacket. 

Just when I get on a new wave (Yuh)

Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace

They keep calling me a head-case

'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

Nick stood behind of y/n in that same room she was in, the two dancing as she laughed while he wore a bright smile. He pulled her close and kissed her softly. 

The color of the room was now a light purple, the two wearing matching clothes. Nick wearing a black muscle tank, black shorts with white lining, a black hat along with some white shoes. Y/n wearing a black bra, booty shorts lined with white lining, and a 'black panda' dunks. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as they smiled at each other. Y/n singing to Nick, "I've tried to fight our energy but everytime I think I'm free.." Nick mouthing a small 'yeah' as the music continued. 

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you? (Back to you, baby)

The video switched to the 'couple' fighting again as they shoved each other. Y/n was crying as Nick shouted at her. 

"God why are you so fucking clingy!?" 

"I'm clingy because I know WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!" Her voice raised near the end of her sentence as she sized him up. 

Puffing his chest and glaring down at her before shaking his head and shoving her onto the couch. "I'm done with your psycho ass." He grumbled only for y/n to stand on the couch and push him. "Fuck you mean you're done?!" She yelled as he turned to her. 

"I mean I'm fucking done y/n IM DONE WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU." He said before walking out of the apartment. 

The door slammed as y/n growled and threw a picture at the door then broke down on the couch. 

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Y/n sat on her couch, letting Nick have their old apartment as she now had a significantly bigger one. She was watching tv in a black lingerie set, her phone going off with the name 'Nick🤍'  causing her to look at it. She sighed softly and opened his messages. 

Nick🤍

Y/n 

Baby

Take me back. 

I fucked up. 

My friends say I'm boring and all I do is cry over you, let me come backZ 

 I'll be better for you. 

y/n 🩷

You've said that a lot. 

I used to believe that. 

Nick we need to stop this, going back and forth. 

You need to be happier and I'm not the cause for that.

Nick🤍

Fine. You're a bitch anyways. 

🖕🏻

😪 

y/n🩷

Okay Nick.

Read 2:40 AM

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (Back to you)

A couple years later

Nick sat at a bar for some social event with the rest of the groupchat. They were all off doing their own stuff, he drank a small white claw and watched as Issac and Yumi danced in a ridiculous manner. 

Eventually he noticed a girl sitting at a table with longer hair. It might've been the alcohol talking but he could've sworn it was y/n. 

She looked good, healthier actually. Her hair was longer yet nicely put in a messy bun, a nose piercing, long nails, her face looked fuller, lips a bit more thicker, just overall healthy. 

The guilt filled him up as she walked over, not noticing him yet. She ordered a vodka tonic and smiled sweetly at the female bartender. Looking around and eyes landing on Nick. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

The two had started talking about three hours ago, they left the bar around hour one. Y/n had been talking about her growth in singing and modeling while Nick spoke of his growth with streaming and videos. 

The two were at a in-n-out, standing out greatly due to the pair wearing obvious clubbing outfits. Also their loud laughs that boomed over the other people in the restaurant.  

Letting out a small sigh Nick looked at y/n. "I like this..." he admitted. She looked at him confused before he explained further. "Us being this comfortable. Not to be rude but when's the last time me and you actually had a decent conversation like this?"

A awkward quiet covered the two "we'll at least you can still make a conversation awkward." She joked and took a sip out of her milkshake. 

She stood up and laid a twenty on the table, "well here to pay you back." She grabbed her purse and handed him back his jacket. 

Nick watched as she left, quickly following behind her "y/n!" He said before stopping her and kissing her softly.

Her hand raised to slap him before melting into the kiss, hand falling on his shoulder with the other one limply pulling him closer.

They pulled away and chuckled softly, both eyes closed still until they kissed again. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

[alpydk]

Writing Interview Tag Game!

You said it was open tag @dr-demi-bee so yoink!

When did you start writing?

I've always written since I was a kid. I remember writing a self insert Jonny Quest fic of about 100 words when I was really young. Couldn't tell you what happened it in but I know I kept it hidden because there was kissing involved.

Then I remember being about 11 and writing a fic of a girl who lived with her two step parents (Guess whose parents hadn't got divorced by that point so they didn't understand how that worked). There was so much angst and TV soap drama I got asked if everything was okay at home. But serious writing wasn't under Feb this year with the BG3 obsession. I don't have a fancy literature degree; I don't have analysis skills of Shakespeare and other fancy authors. I'm just a muppet with a keyboard.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love reading sci-fi, especially if its dystopian, Children of Men is one of my favourite books, as are a lot of works by Philip K. Dick, but I've never tried writing sci-fi before and don't really plan to. I also enjoy reading some smut (within reason) but really dislike writing it. I will happily give you a nondescript non/con fic over an explicit love fucking. I've done it, you've all seen it and some even liked it, but my smut writing days are very much on hold right now.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I've never been compared to anyone else. Do we normally get compared, is that a thing? I'm curious who I would be compared to now... As for emulation, I don't really want to. My writing is my own, and it conveys who I am as a person. If I were emulating someone else, would I not just be a cheap copy of them? (Possibly I'm seeing emulation in the wrong terms, blame the illiteracy)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

This is it currently. Basic I know, but I'm not one for clutter on my desk otherwise I get distracted easily. I share the room with my kid who has her PC next to me, normally playing Minecraft or nattering away, so I get pulled away plenty. The troll has been with me since 2005 and sat on my desk in various offices across the UK and Ireland, now helping me to write with its words of wisdom. (It doesn't really but maybe I can claim it's a beta reader or something.)

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Spite! Yes, I know this sounds insane and petty and all the other negative words but fucking hell is spite one hell of a muse. One of my fics I wrote very long ago was based of a fanfic I read that just got under my skin. The subject had been taken and turned into this fluffy, romance thing and I was so fucking bitter and annoyed at how little the person had clearly researched into the topic. I went and wrote my fic including the reality of it all and it felt so cathartic to do so. (This is not the way to write fics, I'm just a terrible person) Otherwise, walking, daydreaming, regular tropes you like. Browsing the tags on Ao3 and seeing what strikes your fancy. That's where the hate sex fic came from.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Control is a big theme that I find creeps in. Whether it be Gale and smut and his self control, or the non/con fics that seem to slip in. Then there is Nana and her past, and the PPD fic, and of course the S/H fic. Yeah control is the big one. Does it surpise me? Not Really. Control is a topic I've tried to explain many a time to a therapist only to be misunderstood so I think I use my writing a lot to get my thoughts on it out into the open.

What is your reason for writing?

More productive daydreaming. If I could lie in a room all day or walk around in a daydream I would, but unfortunatly the world seems to be insisting that I embrace reality, and so writing is the compromise. I also genuinely do enjoy it but could not explain to you why.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Motivating? I'm not sure... I like comments, I like validation like anyone else but they fill that void, they don't necessarily motivate me. When I finished my bachelor paper we had to do an oral exam to back it up, and the exam censor was a professor of literature. Her feedback to my writing was that it was easy to understand and a pleasure to read. That comment stuck with me and has definitely motivated me to stick with my style. I don't like gatekeeping behind faux intellect. So possibly that comment?

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I AM A GOD! I don't know really. I guess just being thought about in general is enough. I've always been sort of out of sight, out of mind in life. Like Gale, I've always believed myself to be very much 'if I'm not needed then I'm not wanted' - So just being remembered is enough. (Gods, that sounds so fucking sad now that I think about it.)

Under the surface, I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Hopefully it's just ease of understanding. Like I know we all want these literary masterpieces that will change the world or provide some sort of beauty that bring people to tears, but I just want to tell stories and make people feel stuff other than confusion. And I like to think I manage that. So yeah, that's my strength.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Hmmm.... I am my own worst critic in every single aspect of my life. It will never been good enough (see how I've got Gale's angst down so well???). I like my writing, I like flow and repetition. I like how it covers topics I want to read about and isn't just being produced to be produced like I've seen some bigger writers do (they're not on Tumblr, don't worry before you all start wondering 'is it me?'.) And I like how it's not all the same stuff. I have quite a lot of variety of varying standards. Some I really like, others I sigh at and wonder how I'd do them differently.

---- Anyway, do I tag this for others or open tag it again. I just like talking and am trying to distract myself from the inevitable chapter I need to write today.

[tarotoftheendless]

Sandman Ships

Ok, so since the first season dropped on Netflix there as been a lot of Dream of the Endless love especially with how absolutely gorgeous they made him look thanks to Tom Sturridge already being a beautiful man. And Tom has knack for coming into his projects and serving absolute cunt... and depending on the project, he comes in, serves cunt, has sexual chemistry with everyone, and then either leaves or even just straight up dies. That's Tom for you.

And it wasn't any different in The Sandman. He comes in, serves cunt, looks hella tortured and sad, and then tries to be all dominating when he is in fact just an absolute cinnamon roll that needs a hug and or a decent fuck. Over a hundred years in a glass bowl will make one both touch adverse but also touch starved, so...

Anyway, there are a couple ships that I do get, one ship that I get but is controversial and then a ship I don't get at all because they had no chemistry at all.

First and foremost, Hob Gadling and Dream. This whole friendship is queer-coded. They have a meet cute, a curiosity about one another, flirting, denial, reconnection... it was so romantic it's ridiculous. So, yeah, I am on the Dreamling train for sure. The way they look at each other, the way Hob was super jealous when Dream left him to go fuck Shakespeare (you absolutely know that Dream fucked Shakespeare to "inspire" him), the way Hob came to Dream's defense when 1789 Johanna Constantine came with her men with demands, the way Hob tried to bring up the fact that Dream is lonely, the way Hob looked so sad when he realized he got stood up, the way his eyes lit up when Dream finally came. Yeah, Hob is head over heals in love with Dream. Dream might need some convincing, but he is intrigued and curious about Hob in a way that he can't quite put his finger on but it is not just friendship.

I am still mad that because Dream was captured that we lost out on seeing 1989 Dream... he would've been so goth and hot it would've been criminal. I hope they do an 1980's thing in the show at some point so we can see Tom go all out in a 1980's look and the goth/metal look from that era. Tom would look so good and Hob would just die for it like the rest of us.

The other ship I see with Dream is actually modern Johanna Constantine. I don't see many people talk about their chemistry here on Tumblr but I have seen a few fanfics on AO3, so, some people agree with me. Just the way they spoke to each other, how close they stood to each other, some lingering looks. Johanna is bisexual too, so, I see it. Their chemistry was off the charts. Also, he actually listens to her when she calls him out on his bullshit. She actually gets through to him a bit, it seems, you know. A sign of respect, which all good relationships need, romantic/sexual or not, to be a halfway decent relationship.

Now the controversial one; Dream and Desire. Yeah, yeah. They're siblings. I know. They still had chemistry. Dream pulling their head back? Yeah, that was hot. And they are literally more than gods. If the gods of mythology and lore are always marrying family members, why would more than gods beings not sometimes partake in relations with their own relations? They aren't human and therefore are not bound by the same laws and rules and morals as us humans are. I am not trying to make a case or an excuse for incest as a whole, because I am not, incest is bad, but I am saying that beings that aren't human might not view incest the same as we do when it comes to other beings that are like them.

I have not read the comics fully, but apparently Desire used to be Dream's favorite, like they used to be close, whatever that looked like... and then Dream got with someone and Desire started to fuck with Dream's love life... as far as I know the comics never say how Desire was Dream's favorite, but would it be completely out of left field if they had been romantic at one time? Dreams and desires have very similar functions, they as concepts work well with one another, so, it wouldn't surprise me is Dream and Desire had been intimate once upon a time... and that would explain why Dream and Desire had a falling out after Dream started to pull away and explore other romantic interests. It is just a thought. Like I said, I have not read all the comics yet.

The one ship I do not see and will never see is The Corinthian and Dream. Yes, Dream is a dark and brooding goth twink (I know the term is outdated, but if there is another term I could use to describe him better, please let me know) and then we have our charismatic Southern hospitable gay serial killer man that is one of Dream's own creations, a nightmare... and Dream is the Dreaming and if the dreams and nightmares are Dream's creations and of the Dreaming and Dream is the Dreaming... then this would be narcissistic... though we all know Dream is sort of self important... and Cori (I'm just gonna call him that for simplicity sake), is also very much in his "but what about what I want?" era... so, both have those narcissistic tendencies, but Cori is so fed up with Dream I don't see this ever being romantic or sexual. I didn't see the chemistry, it wasn't there. It is more of a parent child relationship. And whereas I don't agree with Cori going out and inspiring a literally army of serial killers, he is very much like a millennial older child trying to talk to their boomer parent about their own toxicity. Cori is disillusioned with Dream and the way he runs things in the Dreaming. Dream is cold, unfeeling, too focused on the status quo and Cori wants to change all that. This relationship never came off as sexual or romantic, I'm sorry. All the Corintheus shippers out there, I'm sorry, but I don't buy it or see it. maybe the comics it was more prominent but Tom and Boyd didn't play it like that. I know Tom tends to have sexual chemistry with almost every costar he has ever had, but Boyd was/is not one of them.

Anyway, that's all the ships that I have seen in The Sandman show and then the one that other people saw that I just don't see at all. What do ya'll think?

[acanadianmuggle]

A sail, a sail!

There were stupider things that Seamus could think of to be doing the day after the Hallowe’en Party, but at the moment none were coming to mind. But someone had to find Neville before the Carrows so he and Dean were creeping down the halls in search of him.

“I bet he just went to Ginny’s room,” whispered Dean. “You heard him mooning over her yesterday.”

“We’ve both tried to get up those stairs, mate, no one can get past the slide.”

They’d almost made it past the tapestry with four dusty trolls in ballerina gear when they were yanked behind it, staring into a flushed face that Seamus, now that he knew he was fine, just wanted to punch. His clothes were rumpled and, Seamus noted, wore the same knight costume, visor now up and showing his face. Seamus twisted Neville’s jumper in his fists, and stared into his well-snogged face. Dean nodded and watched down the hall while Seamus confronted their friend.

“And where the fuck have you been?”

A wide, syrupy smile slid across Neville’s face as he leaned back onto the stone wall.

“I’ve finally fallen in love.”

“Ginny said yes, then? Excellent. I’m sure Harry Potter - her boyfriend - won’t mind that you’ve cosied up to his girl while he’s trying to save us all,” Seamus hissed. An icy anger growing in his chest.

“Who?”

“Whaddya mean, who? Weren’t you with Ginny last night?”

A burst of understanding passed across Neville’s features and he grinned back at Seamus.

“I-”

Was as far as Neville got before Dean hissed them quiet.

“A sail.”

Seamus pulled the tiny muggle mirror he’d charmed to see around corners out of his pocket and he and Dean stared deeply into it. ‘Twas true. It was a sail. One of the many Slytherins in their white cloaks and polished boots that the Carrows had recruited to maintain order inside the castle. Zabini, maybe? He walked gracefully down the corridor until he reached the troll tapestry and whispered into the air.

“I’ve been asked to pass a message along to the young man my friend fell in love with last night. She’d like to know if you’ve found someone to marry the two of you yet?”

Last Drabble Writer Standing is back for round 11 - Shakespeare!

(And it’s a rare pair round!)

If you’re able to vote on next week’s play, voting opens at 10am EST on Thursday morning and closes at 10pm EST on Friday. Eight weeks to go!

[slyvieselkie]

Leonardo DiCaprio - Enemies To Lovers

Hello Lovelies! I am finally back with my second addition to the Cliche series with Leonardo DiCaprio in 'Romeo and Juliet (1996)'.

This time I tried to use the enemies to lovers in a healthy way, not just boy harass girl because he likes her. While I am a little unsatisfied with enemy portion, the development after that was too good to delete so here we are!

This work is purely fictional. Please take it with a grain of salt and as a form of entertainment.

Warnings: suggestive content at the end, minor violence, diet restrictions, controlling parents, lengthy af, please notify me if there are more!

It was no secret that Leonardo was a prankster.

That was why he and Claire Danes always clashed on the set of 'Romeo + Juliet'. She found him immature and quite horrifying since the main topic of his jokes revolved a lot around farts and bodily fluids. While he found her to be up tight and sort of a stuck up. They barely talked on set and were never seen with each other unless it was for a scene.

And honestly, you fully agreed with her.

Leo and some other actors were in a corner when you walked pass them.

The others couldn't help but be enchanted by your beauty, I guess that's what happens when a model and heartthrob singer get marry and have a child. You were deemed a golden child of Hollywood, with a bright future ahead of you. While it felt great to be loved by many, there was an invisible expectation for you. Whether it was just you or your parents or Hollywood, the pressure was big. 

"Isn't she just so beautiful?", "Gosh, I wish they casted her as Juliet", the blonde snorted in disbelief, "No fucking way am I going to kiss that thing. She's even worse than the prude!", he scoffed shaking his head, "You guys don't know the pain of having to film ten takes of the same ten seconds, it's all the same!"

When the break was over, Leo looked at his script and cursed when he realised the next two scenes would be with you. While they would normally take around 30 minutes, you would probably stretch it out to an hour asking for multiple retakes. And it irked him when the director easily agreed.

There was a snap, "And action!", he opens his eyes and fully observed you in the gorgeous pink sundress with your braided hair, looking the like sweet angel of love.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite!", your eyes twinkled with adoration and desperation while your lips pulled into a cute pout, Leo lost his breath in that moment and could only gulp as you grasp his hands tightly.

He glanced around the set as if the line would be written somewhere, "I...I...I-", "Cut!", the director sighed, "Leo, Leo! I know she's pretty but you still need to remember your line!", the staff gave a small chuckle as the blonde boy blushed deeply and took another peek at you.

Unlike them, you were far from impressed. Those twinklings eyes narrowed with annoyance and Leo's fluttering heart plummeted to the ground, he clicked his tongue looking away, 'What a sourpuss.' Then the blonde snickered imagining your outraged face if he were to say it aloud. After apologising, Leo stabled himself and continued.

"Action!", his eyes sharpened, "Luciana, ye art Juliet's friend and I her love. This cannot befall!"

Luciana wasn't an original character in the Shakespeare play, but the writers added another women to "spice up" the romance even further. She was a renowned beauty in Verona and even had the luxury of choosing a husband from the many suitors. However, Luciana was also Juliet's friend who fell in love with Romeo at first sight, a moment prior to his love at first sight with Juliet. Growing envious of Juliet, the beauty caught wind of the suicidal plan. In order to have Romeo for herself, Luciana intercepted the letter. There, the fateful deaths of two naive lovers were set in stone.

Your doe eyes which sparkled with tears vanished, "A zany daw you are! Be sure, I gage to the stars yond thy love wilt beest did destroy", instead an intense fieriness replaced it and Leo could feel his inner Romeo being unlocked, "You speak with true evil! Fate and destiny bows to my love!"

And there was something Leo loved and hated about you. You were one of the best actresses he has ever worked with, every single movement you made, down to the type of breath, held meaning and was a reflection of the character. Your full immersion with Luciana influenced Leo to fully embody Romeo; a lovesick boy who would defy the stars for his love. Right now, you were Luciana and he was Romeo standing in the middle of Verona.

"Cut!", he gasped being pulled out of Romeo.

And there was something that he hated and loved even more, when you were satisfied. A small smile appeared and you hummed walking off with a skip, the innocent scene made him melt and Leo groaned hiding his blushing cheeks. He loved how adorable you were, and he hated how happy he becomes whenever you're like this.

You returned to the dressing room where Claire was.

The brunette turned to you with a cheeky smile, "Welcome back~ Did you have fun with Romeo out there, Ms Luciana?", you scoffed and took your seat responding curtly, "It was fun when the scene ended. Leonardo still needs a lot of more work with memorising his lines", 'But I guess he has improved a lot, it only took two takes this time.'

The latter giggled and leaned into her seat, "But still, at least he's nice to look at. I'm sure it's still better than filming with some extra", playing around with your braided hair you remembered his cute blushing face and answered softly, "I guess he is a good eye candy", "No! You didn't just say that!", the actress beside you gasped before laughing loudly.

Losing interest in the conversation and Claire, you stood up, "Well then, excuse me but I'll be heading off for a walk", she didn't get a chance to say anything before you were already walking out.

The blank expression on your face was wiped off when you noticed Leo running off around the corner. A hand gripped the silk of your dress tightly, 'Did he hear everything?', debating on what to do, you didn't have a chance to decide when an extra notified you that the schedule was changed and you were due on set. '...Maybe I'll let him cool off and apologise a bit later', with a bad feeling in your gut, you walked off sighing.

On the other hand, Leo was losing his mind. Running outside of the castle they were in, he found himself in a small garden and began punching a tree.

"Gosh, that fucking-fucking argh!", he huffed seething and turned his fury towards a rose that he found resembled you a lot, "I hate her so much!", the blonde actor screamed tearing it up into a million pieces.

He had heard everything from "Leonardo still needs more work memorising his lines" to "he's a good eye candy". After his last scene with you, Leo was actually in a good mood and he actually wanted to spend a little time with you. Hoping to develop your relationship into friendly coworkers and maybe even something better. Well, all of that went down the drain when he approached your dressing room and was ready to knock with a bright smile.

Leo thought you were different from the others. Despite your stubbornness, the boy adored your ability orientated personality. Finally, he had thought someone would see him for something more than a cute face. Ever since his rise to fame, his face was all that people seemed to care about. That was until he met you, an acting prodigy who judged people based only upon their skills. Finally, Leo could more than a 'piece of meat' or an 'eye candy'.

Seated on the stone ground, he played with the torn petals and before crumbling them in his hands, "I guess it was just my wishful thinking", his soft eyes closed and so did his heart.

You weren't doing much better on your end either. That last scene took way too long, there was too much background noises, the other actors kept messing up their actions, and the one good take was disrupted by a newbie almost breaking a camera. Every added second had you growing more irritated, 'What the hell is happening right now? I have something important to do people!' You knew that the longer you left this, the worse the situation would transform.

So when it was finally over, you picked up your dress and ran off before anyone could interrupt for any other reason. No one knew where Leo could be, his manager had no idea and the actors he hung out with said they haven't seen since quite some time ago. Running around the castle, you searched for Romeo wherever he could be. And it was coincident when you found him. After exploring nearly half of the place, you leaned on the window ledge and winced as your feet began to sting in the heels. Looking out to the cloudy sky, you then noticed a tuff of blonde hair through a bush. 'There he is!'

Immediately sprinting outside, you ignored the throbbing in your feet and ran down the stairs into the garden, "Leonardo!"

The boy froze, there was only one person who would call him Leonardo here.

Taking a moment to steel his heart, the blonde then stood up and turned to you with a glare. That failed the moment he saw you running over in a gorgeous baby blue gown with layers of tulle and frills. His glare melted, 'Motherfucker, god damn it Leo', the boy condemned himself for being so weak. You panted and stopped short of a few metres from him, gulping at the silence.

"What do you want?", he glanced away blankly and you licked your pink painted lips, "W-Well, I..."

A sigh left your body as you tried to find the right words. What to say to solve this situation? Nervously, you fiddled with your fingers racking your mind to find some emotional apologetic words that the boy wouldn't call bullshit. Not knowing that right now, Leonardo would forgive you right now if your apology was just a punch.

A smirk grew on his face, no one has ever seen you this nervous before. As the child prodigy of two extremely successful parents, you knew your place in Hollywood was at the top. But here you are, standing in front of him glancing around like a little girl whose just been caught stealing a cookie. It was adorable and Leonardo already considered this an apology. But he was interested to see what more you could give him.

He coughed and hid the joy on his face, "Are you just going to stand there doing nothing?", taking a deep breath you looked straight into his eyes, "I'm sorry for what I've said about you. I understand how insulting my words are and I realise that there is nothing I can do to truly fix the problem."

"However, there were more to my words", he raised an eyebrow, "Care to explain?", embarrassed you continued in a soft voice, "I actually think you've improved a lot. It might not be anything coming from me, but I am very impressed with your progression in acting. The emotions you display in your expressions and voice that align with the character is exceptional."

Oh gosh, the boy could feel his cheeks reddening, "O-Oh, okay...Is there more?", squeezing your eyes shut you squeaked as fast as possible, "AndIsaidyouwereaneyecandybecauseIfindyouquitecute."

A cheeky grin grew on his face and he hummed, "Pardon, I didn't quite hear what you said", you were about to die any moment, "I...I find you very attractive that's why I said you were an eye candy and I apologise for that!"

Your heartbeat raised as the boy slowly closed the distance between you two, "What are you-", "Sorry, one more time? I seem to have very bad hearing", you scowled, "I think you heard very clearly from that smug look on your face. Now please excuse me!", and you tried to run away.

But that was a failure because a strong grip wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back, "Hang on right there, you didn't think that you're completely forgiven, did you?", you frowned sensing danger, "What more do you want then?", your question came out carefully and Leo smiled, "I want you to be nice to me until the last promotion of the movie."

"Nice to you? Alright", you agreed thinking it was a easy request, "I'm going back inside now", the grip on your wrist didn't falter, "Dance with me."

You scoffed, "No chance-", "Hmm~? Didn't you say you were going to be nice to me?", Leo leaned in and poked the tip of your nose, "It doesn't seem very nice to reject someone like that", and then you realised what he really wanted, "Don't tell me...you want me to become your servant?!"

His blue eyes twinkled, "Well I didn't say that, but if that's what you make of it then I shall accept it!", your jaws dropped and the actor placed his finger under your chin, "Now now, let's close that before the flies fly in", and helped you close it, "Absolutely not!", you ripping yourself away.

Unimpressed Leo crossed his arms, "Really? So you're going to retract your apology?", "I did not say that-", "Then you'll be nice to me, or be my servant as you call it", you mumbled incoherent words flustered and the boy giggled before pulling you back to him, "Just dance, idiot!"

Before you could retort, the blonde actor already had his hands in position and maneuvered you around until you finally surrendered. You two glided across the stone floor to the faint tune of the cold wind and chirping birds. Not only was it too quiet, a pair of blue eyes were staring at you way too intently. Your eyes trailed to the ground instinctively and the boy grew even brighter.

Leaning down right next to your ear he chuckled, "You know it's rude to stare at the ground, look at me", fully humiliated you looked up with a weak glare.

Then you felt cold dots on your arm, "It's raining", he hummed not responding and you stomped on his foot on purpose making the boy howl, "I said it's raining", he huffed down at you, "Well we're not leaving until it's fully pouring so you better keep dancing! And don't step on me again!"

At some point, you grew accustomed to your situation. It was nice to just slowly move around without a care in the world. A thought appeared in your find looking into Leo's blue eyes, 'I don't mind doing this forever.' Then the small dots transformed into heavy rain within seconds. You shrieked and the other cackled before pulling off his suit jacket and placing it over you, then he grabbed you and dragged you back into the castle.

In a hallway, you groaned and could imagine the glares you would receive from the costume team, "I told you we should've left earlier!", running fingers through his hair Leo raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, I don't think I was the only enjoying that. Plus, you could've done better to stop me."

Reaching for your hand he laughed, "Come on, let's go back!", suddenly the pain in your feet started acting up and you yelped with a stagger.

Instantly stopping, the blonde looked back, "What was that?", you stuttered, "N-Nothing, I was just shocked!", Leo nodded as if he believed you before pushing you to sit on the window ledge, "Hey-", "You're really bad at acting", you gasped, "Excuse me-", "As if I would believe that."

The boy knelt down and carefully removed your heels, he sighed staring at the red skin and forming blisters.

You bit your lips and sat there when Leo smacked your feet lightly, "What was that?!", he glared up at you, "Why didn't you tell me? What made you think that forcing yourself to stay in painful heels was okay?", you argued back, "It wasn't that bad! Besides, I've done this multiple times!"

Leo smacked your feet once more and you scowled kicking him in return, that somehow turned into a wrestling match which you definitely lost. Panting you relaxed the muscles in your legs and the actor also loosened his grip around your ankles. Then you noticed the redness in his cheeks, 'Ah', your eyes widened. During that match, Leo had grabbed your foot and placed them under his armpits which left him in between your spread legs.

Panicking you kicked him back and he screamed, "Hey!"

After steadying himself, the blonde turned to you and found you moving into a stiff and uncomfortable posture, "Hah", he sighed and jumped up, "Alright."

You blinked confused as the boy leaned over you, and before you knew it, he was carrying you back bridal style while you held the heels, "Leonardo! Put me down now!", "That's not very nice~!", "You better do it!", "I'm not listening la la la la~!", "You stupid baboon!"

Tightening his grip the boy sneered down at you, "I'd rather be a stupid baboon than let you be a stupid human and walk on those broken feet", "They're not broken!", "Well they're on they're to becoming broken! So sit there quietly!", he snapped sternly and you resorted to nipping at his shoulder.

In disbelief, a chuckle left his body and you whispered not actually wanting him to hear, "I'm heavy, aren't I?", your response came in the way Leo began dancing and throwing you about in his arms, "Don't look down on my strength! Do you see this?!", you squealed clinging to him.

The two of you returned to the others and were met with dumbfounded stares, you died hiding your face in his neck and Leo only grinned brightly, "Hey, sorry we're late!"

The director who had lost his male lead and supporting character stormed over fuming, "You two! Do you understand....", the man trailed off at the image of you two, "What the hell is going on?!", the blonde chirped, "Ah, I was exploring and got lost so she came after to find me. Can we also get a few band aids as well? These heels were hurting her."

Just like that, he walked off and no one knew what to do.

Inside the dressing room, you sat on a chair and watched as Leo hummed placing band aids around your feet. Your manager stood off to the side having a silent conversation with Leo's manager. What the hell happened within the hour you two were gone? What kind of enemies to lovers story was this?

And they just kept on getting shocked when Leo started ordering you around, "Can you please grab me a drink dear~?", he smiled at you after finishing a scene and you blinked before walking off to do so, 'What the...', you returned and he held the cup before shaking his head with a sigh, "No, that's too cold."

You raised an eyebrow and he clapped, "Chop chop", everyone watched as you rolled your eyes and came back with a new cup, "Ah, now this one's too hot. Lukewarm if you could", "No, I can't", you answered bluntly and Leo pinched your cheek making you scowl, "Oh play nice, won't you?"

After this scene repeated five times, you stood at the tap and filled up the cup fuming, 'That bastard.'

Returning to him brightly, you walked with a step and noticed a cord on the ground between you two, "Oh no!", you cried pretending to trip and directed the cup right at his face, "Oh...", the people around you winced as Leo was soaking wet, "Oh Leonardo, I'm so sorry! My heels were messing with me again!"

With a cheerful smile, you placed the half full cup in his hand, "Lukewarm water, just for you!", and skipped off smugly.

Silently, he smirked down at the cup, 'Perfect.'

"Oh lovely~ would you mind getting some food for everyone? We're all so starving!", the actor appeared behind you gasping dramatically and you jolted before glancing back with a smile, "Of course! Just give me a few seconds!", and walked off with your phone.

Twenty minutes later, a delivery car pulled up and Leo's smug face vanished, "Pizza delivery~!", faces beamed and everyone ran over to the guy holding ten boxes of jumbo pizza, "Sweet Jesus!", "This is the best day of my life!", "Come on people, we're having a party today!"

Taking a box, you fluttered your eyes at him, "Here, I got this just for you."

He took it speechless and watched you walk off giggling, wondering how did you even know that he hated pizza. And his heart fly into the heavens.

Leo took his revenge during a kiss scene between you two, when Luciana forcefully kissed Romeo after an argument between them. During lunch before the scene, the blonde eagerly took out his tuna salad and poured the garlic mayo sauce over it. The actor cackled imagining your horrified expression. Spoiler alert, he was totally correct.

"Action!", pushing Romeo to the ground, Luciana straddled him with tears in her eyes, "I shalt defile thee and maketh thee to betray thy love! I beshrew thee to never kisseth her the same and forever remember this vengeful face and vile moment!", "Luciana, thee wilt stand ho!"

Romeo might struggle against Luciana, but Leo was completely ready for you. And he thanked the lord that the camera was facing your back, because Leo actually strained his neck so your lips would connect faster and harder. He left his eyes open and they twinkled when your eyes widened before squeezing shut, the grip you had on his shirt was deadly.

"Cut!", you parted and threw yourself off of him almost vomiting, "You bastard! You ate tuna and garlic?!", he cackled rolling around, "I got you!", your manager came rushing with a bottle of soda.

Gosh, this boy was going to be the death of you.

That god awful scene was the last you had today and you decided to head to the garden for a nice quiet walk. With a tune on your lips, you crouched down and observed the budding rose. It reminded you of that stupid day and you sighed not being able to stop the smile growing on your face.

Standing up, you were about to walk off when arms snaked around your waist from behind. You didn't panic instantly recognising the familiar cologne, he started to wear it after you mentioned you preferred a lighter aquatic scent than the sweet musky one he usually had with him. And you enjoyed it much better when Luciana had to throw herself at Romeo.

The groan that escaped him made you raise an eyebrow, "What happened now?", he nuzzled into your neck, "Claire Danes, that pr-", "Watch that mouth", he whined, "Do you know what she called me? A foul pig for eating tuna and garlic, what the hell?! I had to go and brush my teeth because she refused to kiss me", he huffed and you chuckled leaning back, "Can't disagree here."

Leo mumbled pouting, "Be nice to me", and you tensed up when his lips kept grazing your sensitive neck.

Gosh, you were really going to die because of this boy.

The rest of filming went great and so did the rest of the promotions, interviews, and premier. You and Leo couldn't have been more close, he was constantly draping himself over you and staring at you with heart eyes. The tension between Leo and Claire grew and you had to play mediator in the middle a lot. But there were times, you couldn't help but be bias to the golden puppy clinging to your arms.

But that was ages ago and Leo hadn't gotten the chance to contact you since he's been so busy with other offers. Now was his next chance to find you at some random event, it wasn't random and quite important but he couldn't care less. He wore what he knew would attract your eyes, sprayed that specific scent, and popped the first button undone on his top. 'Perfect', the boy winked at himself and headed off to find Luciana.

However, he didn't expect that time had ruined you two. He walked down the strip smiling and waving at photographers, before noticing you right in between your parents. The three of you walked like the perfect family, keyword: like. Leo could see it in your eyes, you were uncomfortable and you didn't want to be here. 

Inside the luxurious venue, Leo rushed over calling your name, "Hey! It's been so long!", and you spun around only to look at him blankly, "Oh, Leonardo."

He faltered, what happened to those twinkling eyes and calling him 'Leo'? Where did your cute smile go and that adorable laugh? A few months ago, if you had seen him you would've ran straight into his arms, why not now? Leo had so many questions and they were answered quite quickly.

"Dear, is this your friend?", you tensed up as the infamous Hollywood couple squeezed you in the middle, "Yes, this is-", "Oh my, aren't the budding actor Leonardo DiCaprio?", your mother exclaimed and the boy smiled confused while you frowned, 'What a condescending tone', , "Yes, I'm Leo. We were costars in Romeo and Juliet."

Your father chuckled, "Ah, Romeo and Juliet. That was your only supporting role wasn't it?",  your lips pursed before curving into a gentle smile, "Yes, I believe it was", his blue eyes stared at the family dynamic and Leo's heart broke watching your shoulders drop every second.

He stuttered, "S-She was amazing in the movie!", "Indeed she was, we were delighted when she was nominated for multiple awards. It's a shame since they would've fit in right next to her other 'Best Actress' awards", your eyes lowered to the ground, "Yes", and the blonde felt like every he said was just making the situation worse.

Before anything more could be said, the doors were opened and everyone headed inside the theatre. You followed your parents inside with a blank expression.

Leaning into your ear, your father murmured, "I better not see you interact with that boy again. I want you to be completely focused on acting right now and preparing for the female lead role of the Titanic. Their auditions open in two months, you better be perfect", your eyes squeezed shut, "Yes Father."

And then your mother leaned in, "I've also noticed you've been gaining a little weight", "Y-Yes, the doctor said I needed to eat a little more-", "Nonsense. You need to start eating properly or I'll return to managing it for you", your hands clenched the gown tightly, "Yes Mother."

Leo's seat was a row behind yours and few seats to the left, giving the perfect side view of you and all of your expressions. His heartstrings pulled when your fake smile disappeared with every little whisper from either side of you. The hand on his knee clenched and if he could, the blonde would march over and run away with you. All joy left your body when another actress won the 'Best Actress' award and it wasn't disappointment you felt, you gulped and glance around you at the grim expressions.

"Excuse me", you squeaked but only left when they permitted.

Finding his chance, the boy followed you outside and into a dark and isolated hallway. Your name was constantly leaving his mouth but you never turned around once. Picking up his speed, the blonde was finally in reach and caught your wrist. With a sigh, the actor pulled you into his arms and cooed as you trembled in his arms.

The two of you stayed like that for quite some time and Leo began swinging you two around when you spoke up, "I have to go back-", "Don't", he whispered lips grazing the shell of your ear, "Please, I don't want to see you sad anymore. It hurts me as well, to see sit there so miserable when you should be smiling."

His arms tightened, "I could make you smile all night, everyday, forever. I'll do anything to keep you happy, so please just stay with me", your hesitant eyes stared up at him, "Leo...I-I'm nothing without my parents. The girl you see and love is the 'prodigy'...", your voice trembled.

Gently he cupped your cheeks and spoke in a tender voice, "That's not true, I'm not after the daughter of 'Hollywood's Beloved Couple' or the 'prodigy', I only want the only I met on the set playing Luciana. The girl who called me an eye candy because she thought I was cute, the girl who danced with me in the ran, wrestled with me using her feet, threw water at me, somehow knew I hated pizza and gave me a whole box, and allowed me to kiss her with tuna and garlic breath."

Leo leaned in until your noses were touching, "I want to kiss that girl, can I?", blinking away the tears you wrapped your arms around his neck and the boy smiled pulling you against him.

Finally, the blonde boy has been dreaming of this moment for months and it's here at last. You were about to pull away when he growled and held you against the wall taking control of the kiss, you gasp and Leo interpreted it as permission for him to introduce his tongue. Your eyes widened and your legs buckled feeling weak. Smirking, the boy lifted you up and guided your legs around his hips.

Lightheaded you ceased the kiss by turning to the side and Leo continued his affection on your neck, you squeaked as he left hickies everywhere, "L-Leo, everyone will see them", "Let them", he mumbled back and licked a stripe along your cleavage, "In fact, I wouldn't mind letting them see more."

Suddenly you two freeze hearing your name being called by a familiar voice, "It's my mother", you whispered and tried to escape his grip but the boy held you down with a passionate kiss, "Don't go...I'll take care of you", he whispered leaving small kisses down your throat before returning to your lips, "You'll never be sad again."

Moaning into the kiss, your legs tightened around him, 'Yes', and the blonde smirked pressing into you even further, 'Perfect.'

Your parents never found you that night or the day after because you were busy running away with Romeo.

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Save Me A Spark (Part 11)

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Austin Butler x Cassie Hale (OC)

Warnings: Panicking, cursing, fluff, angst for a second if you squint

Note: The song used in this Chapter is called “Love Songs” by Maggie Lindemann (aka Cassie’s face claim) and I recommend giving it a listen!

“If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw Heaven without even entering it.” ~ William Shakespeare

An irksome, stressful day was ahead for Cult of Aorta as they headed to Riverside Live for their gig. They were all stressed out, especially Cassie. The band wouldn’t even allow her to drive them to the venue like she normally would because they knew that her road rage would take on a whole new form with the added stress of impressing the record label executive that would be attending the show. It was easy to say that tensions were high.

Upon arriving at the venue, they headed to the back room that they knew so well after getting the van unloaded. Ash pulled Cassie aside before she had the chance to rush to the stage. “Listen to me,” Ash started, her hands gripping Cassie’s shoulders. “We know how you like the stage to be set up. Stay back here and try to calm down and we will take care of it. I don’t need you losing your cool.”

Cassie let out a whine, “No! I have to be out there. I have to do this.”

“Cass, no you don’t.” Ash sighed, “I love you, but I’ll chain you to the fucking vanity to keep you back here.”

Cassie dramatically threw her head back and let out a long, growly groan, “Fine. But if you think I’m going to be relaxing, you’re so wrong.”

“As long as you aren’t bitching out the stage crew, I don’t care.” Ash murmured, exasperated, before letting go of Cassie and rushing out of the room with Rory and Hazel.

Rory stopped in the doorway before she could exit completely and turned to Cassie. “We’ll come get you when it’s done so we can do a sound check.” Then she scurried off before Cassie could reply.

Cassie walked over to her bag and began to unpack her makeup and outfit before heading over to the couch and plopping down with her journal in hand. She flipped through the pages until she got to the set list that she’d scribbled down. The girls had been trying to convince her to throw her newest completed song into the mix. If she decided to, this would be the first time that they would be performing it in front of an audience. That was nerve wracking enough. The fact that a label executive and the subject of the new song would be in that audience made her feel like she couldn’t breathe. She slammed the book shut and tossed it to the side, deciding that maybe she should just try to relax. She put on some music before laying down on the couch. Curling into the warm comfort of Austin’s hoodie that she had on, she tried to breathe and calm her nerves.

The rest of the day went by smoothly for once. The stage was set up beautifully and Cassie only had to make a few minor adjustments. However, she was far too nervous to eat anything and just sat with the girls as they ate their meals before getting ready. A playlist made to hype them up before shows played through Rory’s bluetooth speaker as they all did their makeup.

Cassie twisted the lid back onto her eyeliner and turned to look at the girls. “Hey,” she said over the music. “I think we should play our new song tonight.”

Ash set down her eyeshadow brush and raised an eyebrow at her. “Yesterday you said it wasn’t ready. What changed your mind?”

Cassie let out a long sigh before shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know. Something is just telling me that we should. I want to take that risk for some reason.” However, she knew exactly why she wanted to. Since Austin would be leaving for LA, she wanted to send him off with the song she wrote about him. She wanted to give him something to think about while he was away.

Without looking away from her reflection in the mirror, Rory spoke up. “Let’s do it.”

Hazel hummed in agreement. “Where are we putting it in the set list?”

They all quickly decided that they would play it before the last song, then continued to get ready.

“He’s not coming, is he?” Cassie mumbled, looking around the backstage area frantically before settling her focus on Hazel. Austin had said that he would be backstage 30 minutes before, ready to wish them luck and hang out until the show started. It was 5 minutes until showtime and he was nowhere to be seen.

Hazel sighed softly and looked at Cassie with a look she despised. Pity. “Maybe he’s just late?” she suggested, but it was clear that she wasn’t even convinced.

Cassie rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” she mumbled, now readying herself to get on stage, trying to shake the feeling of disappointment.

A minute before showtime, they all huddled up into a big hug, “Whatever happens tonight, I’m so proud of us.” Cassie murmured to them. Then, just as they pulled away from each other and headed to the stage as they were announced, quick and heavy footsteps came barreling towards them. Cassie looked behind her, and there was a completely breathless Austin. She smiled at him but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was happy that he came, but couldn’t help but be irritated that he couldn’t say that he was going to be late.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he mouthed, eyes pleading. Cassie just gave him a little wave, slim fingers fluttering in the hair at him, and stepped on stage to get the performance started.

Austin tried not to dwell on how terrible he felt for being so late, instead wanting to enjoy the show. He had lost track of time running lines. The next thing he knew he barely had time to pick up the small gift he had gotten for Cassie and get to the venue in time for the show to start.

Austin found himself watching her from the wings, yet again in complete awe. His lips were parted and upturned into a small smile. His eyes followed her every movement across the stage as if she were a shooting star streaking across the sky that could make his every wish and dream come true.

She caught his eye from time to time. His knees would go weak each time. The couple of times she shot him a wink, he felt like a kid with a crush with the way his heart rate picked up and his head would start to spin. Before he knew it, the band was on their second to last song.

“We’re gonna slow it down before we get into our last song,” Cassie said into the microphone. “I wrote this song about someone very special who has recently come into my life. We really hope you enjoy it.” She got herself settled at a keyboard before beginning the song.

“I’ll take away the hurt

Tell me all your fears

And if you’re feeling scared,

I’ll be here.”

As she sang, Austin's heart swelled. He swore he could feel his heartbeat in the back of his throat. He hoped that it was about him. When Cassie looked over to the wings and made eye contact with him as she sang, he knew it was. He couldn’t help the tears that began to spring to his eyes or the way his breath seemed to leave him.

“Smiling feels different with you

Crying feels better with you

I’d love is a game,

Then I’m willing to play

Cause something was missing til you

Something was missing til you.”

As the song came to an end, Austin was wiping his eyes. He was trying his hardest not to get too emotional. He spent the entire last song trying to catch his breath. Before he knew it, the show was over. Cassie walked towards him and looked up at him. “Did you like it?” she asked, grabbing his hands in her own and squeezing.

Austin sniffled as he nodded, not even saying anything as he pressed his lips to hers. Cassie let go of his hands to wrap her arms around his neck, while Austin gently placed his hands on her face. They pulled away from each other after a moment and just looked into each other's eyes. The moment was cut short by Cassie’s phone ringing. When she checked it, it was the record label calling. “Hold on,” she said to Austin, scurrying off to her bandmates.

The next thing he knew, they were all screaming and hugging. Cassie and Hazel were crying as they held onto each other tightly. They had gotten signed.

Later that night the band had already set up a date to sign contracts, and Cassie was with Austin, on their way to make sure he had everything ready to go to LA the next day. Austin glanced at her in the passenger’s seat, “Hey Cass, check the backseat. I have something back there for you.”

When Cassie turned around, she was met with the most beautiful bouquet of black roses. Her eyes lit up as she reached for them. “Aus, these are beautiful,” she squeaked.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said, voice dripping with fondness. “I didn’t think you seemed like a red rose type of girl.”

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