#uhm why in the fuck is it thundering so much ok

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

Psycho (raw)

+synopsis; the thunder interrupting the deafening silence of the night, the lightening disrupting the stillness of the sky and a sadistic murderer disturbing the peace of his next victim, waiting with anticipation in the dark…

+warnings; kidnapping, hints of violence and murder, unprotected penetration, oral (fem receiving), bondage, breeding, overstimulation, crude language, impact play, degrading, both reader and shidou have a nasty mouth, dacryphillia, doggy style, recording, engaged!reader, gore, spit play, reader is a cock hungry whore, reader has toes and nails done, hints of jealousy, possessive!Shidou, cheating, hint of mask kink

+pairings; ghostface!Shidou x fem!black reader

+a/n; the end is rushed as per usual 😞 but uhm i wrote this bc i was bored but yk enjoy guys🤭

The rain pounded hard against the window panes of your shared manor. You let out a rough sigh before it was interrupted by a deafening ring that resounded around the walls. The house phone rang about 3 times before it came to a sudden halt. You furrowed your brow in confusion. ‘Who would be calling me at such wicked hours of the night?’

The flip flopping of your house slippers echoed around the home. Where your house phone was situated, the area was shrouded in an empty shadow of darkness and it seemed to be growing larger, feeding on the negativity suffocating the atmosphere. You squealed at the lightning and you could’ve sworn you saw a figure standing in front of you.

Your fears were confirmed as a low chuckle from the other side of the room hit your ears. A sharp thud bounced against the walls before you fell into an abyss of darkness.

You awoke, tied up with thick rope, in what seemed to be a basement? You groaned in pain, the dull thudding in your head spread all the way to the tip of your toes. “You’re awake…Good,” the ghost-faced stranger remarked. Your mind was too distorted to make a snarky reply back. “Awe you poor thing…look at you,” he cooed, squishing your cheeks together, lolling your tongue out, with his cold hands. Panic alarmed throughout your body. ‘Ghost face? What the hell is ghost face doing here?’

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” his voice sultry and low.

“Fuck you. And your-,” an intense ring stung on your cheek as the side he landed his hand on was hot and burning. You winced. “Who the fuck you think you’re talking to? Me? Filthy fuckin’ mouth you have on you,” he spat at your reeling figure.

A small tear rolled down your cheek as a response from the pain you were feeling. “You think your little boyfriend will realise you’re gone?” he asked behind the mask. Your wrist was sore and blistered, and your ankles were swollen from struggling against the ropes' harsh binds. Your eyes widened, “Please…don’t kill me, please, I’ll do anything,” you pleaded through gritted teeth.

“Kill you? I LOVE YOU!” his maniacal laugh bled into your ears and the constant thunder didn’t help either. ‘Who the fuck was this man and what does he want with me?’ you questioned, getting frustrated with the situation you so stupidly got yourself into. Those words kept repeating into your head until his words brought you back to your harsh reality. “Y’know, you’re too pretty for him. I will treat you so much better,” he cooed with triumph.

It was all too sudden for you to actually comprehend the situation, but it’s ok because he was there for you. You were his pretty girl, and he was sure to keep you under his embrace forever. He lifted his mask up, just a little, so that his deep pink and plush lips could be seen even in the dim lighting. Before you could register, his lips were on yours, moving smoothly. His cold hands cupping your warm cheeks, as he ran his thumb across your face. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t protest. Not for a second. Was it fear? Or something more?

He groaned, swallowing the sweet taste of your warm mouth. The thought of you kissing your fiancé flashed into his mind. In a wild rage, he bit your bottom lip and drew blood. You squirmed in his tight grip, your lip stinging as he gently sucked on it before releasing it with a pop. Your eyes were glazed over, dazed and blown out with the same fear a prey has when face to face with a predator; your lips glossy and a deep shade of maroon. Your loose braids were disheveled and your tank top’s sleeves were sliding off your shoulders. You looked beautiful. But it wasn’t enough. He looked into your eyes, and could tell thoughts of your husband to be were still swarming your mind.

His hands gripped your throat and pressed down as tears streamed down your cheek; one after the other. “What do you want from me,” your voice came out as a little croak. This was the first time you’d seen his twisted and wicked grin. His canines flashing in your face. “You're mine,” you gasped, trying to get more oxygen in, but it was no use. His grip was hard and cold; unwavering. Just as your vision started getting grainy, his hand released your sore neck from his evil grasp. You gasped and spluttered rolling onto your side in an attempt at getting more oxygen to your lungs as he watched your feeble effort. A sadistic smirk etched across his face and he rolled you onto your back.

“I’m going to show you that you belong to me and me only,” He released your throbbing ankles from the shackles. A glimmer of hope rekindled into your eyes as you thought he might let you go. Your hopes were shattered as he started to remove your shorts. “What cute panties you’ve got on. Can I keep them?” he teased as his middle finger pressed into your clit, eliciting a low squeal from between your swollen lips. You squirmed under his cold gaze.

“You’re so wet. S’all for me, yeah?” he groaned into your ear as he applied pressure onto your throbbing bud. Your mouth was dry. You were trying to think of a response to his running commentary, but you were too hell-bent on trying to get more friction to your aching cunt. Your hole clenched down on empty space as you eagerly bucked your hips into his hand. A sharp smack resounded around the spacious room as you moaned out loud in pain. “You like that? You like it when I’m rough with you, yeah?” he removed his hand from your soaking panties. Your cheek was still stinging and the tears were still flowing. “Your so damn pretty. S’shame you went for someone who doesn’t appreciate you,” your eyes shot up at the man above you.

“Appreciate me?” you repeated in disbelief. You scoffed. Your fiancé‘s appreciation went far beyond your expectations. He spoiled you with gifts of affection and words of affirmation. Sure, he worked often to pursue dreams he’d had since he was small, but he loved you. And that’s all that mattered to you.

But was it enough?

“Look at everything I’ve done for you. I’m risking A LOT here.” he replied to your crude tone. He imitated the dirty look you pulled your face into as if to mock you.

“You? What could you of all people be risking?” you asked sarcastically. He didn’t appreciate that. He clicked his tongue. “Really, Y/N?” he questioned quizzically. At that, he removed his mask. His pink gazed pierced right through yours; it was unhinged and crazed. ‘Shidou?’ Your mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognise my voice,” he feigned hurt. “Maybe after today, you won’t forget,” he lowered himself so that he was face to face with your warm cunt. Your thighs lay upon his broad shoulders. “S..Shidou, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” He inhaled your scent through your thin underwear. He gave one lick and then another, progressively adding more pressure. You hissed as his tongue prodded at your entrance through the material. He hummed in satisfaction. Removing the slick underwear, freeing your pussy, he slid them into his back pocket. His lips suctioned themselves against your clit hard. You squirmed and squealed against his hold on your bucking hips. He swiftly turned his attention to your empty hole. Your breathing was hard and heavy and the air was already feeling hot and sticky. He briefly pulled away, spreading your lips apart to look at your eager hole. “Such a pretty cunt,” he muttered to himself before pushing his tongue into your pussy. Your walls clamped down on his talented muscle, working its way on your gummy walls.

It was all getting too much for you. Your whines were getting higher in pitch and your breathing heavier. You brought your bound hands to try and pry him off you. He smacked your smaller hand away. “Shi…please slow down, please!” you begged, but to no avail. In fact, it seemed to encourage him further. He pushed your shaking thighs into your chest, spreading your legs further in the process. “Shidou…please, I can't. I’m gonna cum,” His nose nudged your sensitive bud causing your legs to tense for a second. You were close, he could feel it. He pulled away, biting your thighs. You squealed, as he kissed your thighs before bringing his mouth back to your clit.

He started sucking hard. The tears seemed to come down harder than ever as you sobbed. You tossed and turned, “No please…” What exactly were you pleading for, you didn’t know. Whether you were begging for him not to stop and bring you to your high or thinking about the heinous activities you were getting up to when your fiancé wasn’t there, you didn’t know. The coil in your abdomen snapped as you let out a particularly loud groan. His nose still stuffed itself in your syrupy essence despite you already coming down from your first high. “Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” he finally got up after drinking everything you had to give him. However, his eyes were still hungry for more.

He flipped you over, so you were on your hands and knees. Your cunt was still sensitive from the previous orgasm and your mind was still fuzzy. “Shidou please…” you whined, unsubconsciously spreading your legs wide. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear before spanking your round ass. He watched, infatuated by the jiggling. You cried out as your cunt gushed.

“Please shidou I want…” you fell silent, giving yourself time to think. What exactly did you want? Before you could answer, you could feel his cold hands spreading your cheeks apart. You felt so lewd in such an exposed position. His cold fingers ran up and down your slick folds. Out of instinct, you moved away from his fingers. He spat on your rim watching as the clear glob slid down into your clenching hole. Spreading your cheeks again, this time for better access to your pretty pussy. He shoved his face, shaking his head side to side, making obscene noises of slurping. Your toes curled at the sudden stimulation. He moaned into your intoxicating essence, milking your cunt. His finger danced around the rim of your ass. “Shi…Dou! Oh my…” you squealed, trying your best to squirm away from his tight hold. Your eyes stung from the tears but they just kept coming. “Stop running away,” his voice was stern and cold. He resumed his work, making you fall off the edge once again.

You pushed up against his stomach and whined. “My pretty girl wants more?” You nodded in agreement. He slid down his black cargos along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung free. You craned your neck and your eyes widened in sudden realisation. His cock was standing at atleast 9 inches, thick, slightly bent to the left. His tip was a deep maroon and his precum was leaking from the top. He pushed your head further into the ground before sliding himself into your slick cunt. As he bottomed out, you could swear he was touching against your cervix. You winced and he thrusted back and forth at a steady pace before increasing. The arch in your back was barely holding as both of your moans resonated within the room. The arch in your back was barely holding as both of your moans resonated within the room. “You're so tight. You’re gonna make me cum too quick,” he hissed as your cunt clamped down on him hard.

Your nose was all sniffly from the crying; snot and tears running down your face. He grabbed your jaw so that you were facing him, “Open your mouth,” he spat onto your awaiting tongue: “Good girl, now swallow,” you happily complied.

His thrust was getting more erratic and your whines getting higher. His hands found their way to your arching clit and started rubbing at the throbbing bud. Your hips move forward, the stimulation too much for you. You try pushing on his abdomen in an attempt to slow him down, but he just grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. “Y’gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he asked. You moaned a loud ‘yes’ while he just laughed at your dumbed down state. You were nothing but a pretty pile of glitter. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum, where’d you wan it, pretty?” he smirked behind you. “Inside…please! M’cumming…” you drawed out, twitching against him as he stilled his hips.

He let out a deep groan that rumbled in his chest. His cum filled your empty womb to the brim. He whimpered in your ear before pulling out.

You wanted to get up and see what he was up to now but you were too worn out. You stayed in that position before he came and spanked your soft butt again. The concoction of your cum and his came gushing out of your abused hole. He rubbed his hand against your sore cheek. “You're such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you?” he asked. “Yes…M’such a good girl for you…” you sighed.

“Turn around pretty girl, say cheese for your fiance!” the multiple clicks of the camera on your phone was heard as he cackled loud. “I’m sure he’ll love the video of our creampie,”

This man was not the Shidou you know. This man was psycho.

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[snakuchan]

about me tag 

aye listen up @13-scoups, yoongi needs to make way because my heart...you own it asdfghj thank you for tagging me again :”))

The rules are:

Tag the person who tagged you. 

Answer the questions.

Tag 10 people.

How tall are you?

5 feet and 3 quarters. I’m the runt of the group, those 3 quarters mean the world to me 

What color and style is your hair?

Medium brown with blonde highlights and copper tones. Since it’s getting hotter and I’ve already spent some time in the pool, she’s getting lighter uwu. I have my hair in an A-line bob but it’s been a few months and the shortest ends are past my shoulders already :^( I’m planning on getting a simple bob right above my shoulders cause i dont wanna grow my hair out just yet 

What color are your eyes?

Light brown? Hazel? Tbh it depends on light. I’ve worn grey contacts that straight up make my eyes look a bit blue and people think yeah those are your eyes

Do you wear glasses?

Yeet, I’m blind :^(

Do you wear braces? 

I had to suffer with them for 3 years from 8th to 10th grade and im never going back idc if those bitches are getting crooked again 

What is your fashion style?

Feminine? I only wear dresses and long skirts uwu. Miss me with them skinny jeans in this Miami weather bro 

Full name?

Cynthia~

When were you born?

December 11, 1999 (love making fun of my 2000 people even tho i am in spirit a 2000 child)

Where are you from and where do you live now?

I’ve lived in Hialeah my whole life and plan on dying here fam 

What school do you go to? 

Uwuu let’s not go to into too much detail ;) My uni’s a pretty popular school and it’s essentially every Florida student’s safety net if they can’t make it into the more competitive unis. There’s like 60k students parking’s a bitch pls help :)

What kind of student are you? 

Uh the quiet type maybe. I’d rather not do teamwork and I just mind my business. Really I’m more of a get in get out type of student, I refuse to stay on campus for longer than necessary. I either get As or Cs because I sort of prioritize which classes are more important so I guess I still have hs mentality where I ignore the “elective” type classes. Need to work on that oof 

Do you like school? 

Sometimes. I actually took the most recent semester off (which ended like last week) because anxiety :))) My body was just not handling it well. The times I do like a school are honestly when I feel like I could get a moment of peace and quiet on campus but that’s not often 

Favorite subject? 

Any science subject really but probably more chemistry (I’m majoring in biochemistry)

Favorite TV show? 

You mean favorite netflix series? asdfgh no it’s probably Buffy the Vampire Slayer pls never let this masterpiece die off

Favorite movie? 

I love so many movies so I could never really pick but let’s just go with The Fifth Element cause why not. I have weird nostalgia for it and idky 

Favorite books? 

I haven’t read in the longest time what a shame :(( but Esperanza Rising and Tennyson are my absolute childhood faves. Also Strange Sweet Song idk it just hits me in a way. You could say I’m still a whore for teen fiction. Oh shit that’s right The Night Circus is fucking *chef’s kiss* delicioso 

Favorite pastime? 

Coloring in those therapeutic coloring books, bingewatching anything and everything, yelling at my dumbass friends on Telegram, and doing laundry. I actually like doing chores now holy shit

Do you have any regrets?

I feel like I could have worked harder in high school, especially with some of my AP classes (I could’ve fucking passed my calculus exam if i just hnng :)) and I also could’ve enjoyed myself a bit more as a teen cause now I just feel burned out. Interesting these contradictions 

Dream job?

A physician. What field? We’ll see

Would you like to get married?

YEET 

Would you like to have kids?

I would love to have kids but I’m afraid of being a bad mother simply because I feel I have no motherly bone in my body I’m just sdfgh :’((

How many?

1, just one kiddo is enough 

Do you like shopping?

I rarely do, I honestly get really exhausted so I only go when I really want new clothes and have the money for it 

What countries have you visited? 

Besides visiting family in Cuba, none :^( and honestly Cuba isn’t a real vacation cause dealing with some of my relatives is a chore. Ask any Cuban-American really 

Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

OOF I’ve had lots but here’s one from when I was 15. It’s basically my high school, all dilapidated and whatnot. I’m scrambling around trying to get to class when I reach the third floor of the main building and walk into the main hallway to see my principal, nude and morbidly obese with chains in his hands leading to a dozen naked and anorexic women with black button eyes (Coraline?) and like a mouse’s head? The women were scrubbing the floors and walls until their hands and knees bled. It’s all I remember but it’s stuck with me all these years and every time I think about it I get a bit nauseated 

Any enemies?

Probably not. I really don’t care about anyone around me besides the people I befriend. I’m probably an enemy to someone but I wouldn’t know. When I tell y’all ignorance is bliss 

Any significant others?

Been single my whole life :)

Do you believe in miracles?

Hmm I am religious so I’d say yes 

How are you?

Well, my sunburn’s healing fantastically thank fuck can’t say ass about the scrape on my knee tho. About to shower and eat dinner :)

Tagging @mycandylover0822, @ilovewonu, @girlwithluvs lol i need friends *twitch* Why the fuck do I write so much?? Hopefully this has been a wild ride for u fucks ily all 

[sashi-ya]

{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 4

Modern AU. Trip to Jeju Island, SK. No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: NSFW, Bondage, soft sub/dom relationship. Fluff.

A/N: Everything included of Jeju Island is pure research. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥

The drawing was inspired on a draw base I found at Pinterest, I couldn't find the artist of the base, so if you know it please tell me ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Word Count: 4.3K

Chapter 4

Outside, the storm was hitting really hard. The thunder sounds mixed with the waves going violent and some lightings sneaked through the little windows the beacon had. The temperature on the coast had lowered considerably, but inside our love nest, our skin began to heat more and more.

Law slid a hand through my thighs, and slowly lifted my dress. His warm hands traveled through my leg, feeling his fingers burying on my skin as he went up. I got his grey gaze fixed on my eyes; an almost perverse smile garnished his face.

He grabbed the inside of my thighs, firmly, almost violently. A piercing sight that screamed how he wanted to devour me showed on his eyes.

Law smirked, planted a kiss on my lips, and then whispered into my ear, “We haven’t discussed anything about kinks yet, right?”. I gasped, my breathing was already uncontrolled, but I managed to answer a strangle “We… didn’t”. What kinks does this man have?...

“Don’t be afraid, we are not doing anything you don’t want, ok?. I like, sometimes, to have control over others”, he said, and the ghosting breath over my neck and ear made my body squirm. “You do?”, I mumbled. “I do, almost as if you were entering my room… my operation room. Do you want to be controlled, Y/n-ya?”. Of course, I want to, I’ve been waiting for this, Law. “Yes… master? sir?” I asked, and made him aware that I was clearly into that type of sexual dynamics.

“Good…”, he said, now with a bigger smile and a burning eyes. “Stand up, and do as I say. If something makes you uncomfortable, please, tell me. Is that right?. Oh, and Sir it’s ok”, he ordered me.

“Yes, Sir”, I said as I got up from the pillows on the floor. He sat on a little single couch that was suspiciously placed just in front of the spot he had ordered me to stand on.

Law crossed his legs in the most seductive way, unbuttoned the first five buttons of his shirt and said, “Good, baby. Now, undress for me -slowly-”. He told me pointing at a specific spot next to the spiral staircase of the lighthouse.

I had decided to completely surrender to him, he was now, my master. I did as he said instantly. I took off my dress, sliding the soft fabric material over my sunburned skin. I was still in my swimsuit, and stopped for a minute wondering if I had to take that off too. “I love your bikini, but I want you completely naked for me”, he told me, turning his head to the side checking every inch of my skin, every curve.

When I was finally naked, he raised his right tattooed hand and marked me with his index finger to knelt in front of him. I did as he moved his finger, almost if he had some sort of power capable of moving my body.

He stood up, approached me and began to untie his swim shorts. I thought he was going to take the shorts off, but didn’t. He simply took the cord of them, and the shorts slowly became loosen and got lower enough to be stopped by his hip bones, but letting my eyes admire the little happy trail of hairs in the middle of his perfectly V shaped abs.

“Give me your hands”, he commanded me, looking down at me. “Yes”, I gasped. “Yes, what?” he said, frowning. “Yes, sir” I corrected myself quickly as I showed him my hands. “Good, baby girl. I love your wrists, you know?”, my master said caressing them sweetly. Until all of a sudden and with an almost savage movement he brought my hands back and began to tie them with the cord of his shorts on the handrail of the staircase.

“There you go… now I got you completely for me. Are you ok with this? just tell me if you don’t” he said in a sexy tone mixed with true respect for my boundaries.

Truth is, that I love bondage in all of its forms, so I was more than ok. “I’m good, Sir”, I answered him, this time with a lascivious sight.

Law took his shirt off and after worshiping my body for a few seconds, he went straight to my breasts, also kneeling in front of me. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the other night. God, I love your boobs”, he said while massaging them, sometimes brushing his palms over my hard nipples. The tingling sensation that spread around my whole body but that finally concentrated on my core, made my eyes roll back.

He was now using his tongue over my nipples, tracing little circles around them, sucking, biting them. My knees hurt, my wrists too as I moved squirming for the pleasure his skilled mouth gave me. Yet, the pain didn’t bother me, it was only raising up the arousal I felt for that man.

“Get up”, he dictated me. I knew what it was coming, I knew it well. I struggled a little, but my hands were properly tight pretty up for me to stand up with no problems.

Law looked at me from head to toes, and bit my neck fiercely. Again, the pain just made myself even more horny. “Uhg Law…” I groaned. “Spread your legs”, he said and used his right leg to separate them with a simple movement.

A finger, two, three penetrated inside me, up, down, back and forth. Of course, he knew where the critical points of a woman's pleasure were, he knew the anatomy to perfection. The rhythm of his technique increased, and as my legs became weaker for pleasure, he placed his hands over my carotids.

The faster the fingering, the harder he pressed the sides of my neck. I had dreamt of being choked with those inked hands since the first time I saw them.

“L-Law.. I’m- coming…” I said as I tried to gasp for air. “Oh… you do?” he said, teasing me, and when I was about to reach the climax he suddenly stopped. “I don’t want you to cum so fast, baby girl”, he said planting a kiss on my neck.

The frustrating feeling of not being allowed to finally release all the accumulated pleasure, made me instantly beg to him with my blushed cheeks, filled with burning blood, “Please, sir, let me finish”.

“Not yet, baby, why are you rushing? We have all night”, he said as he knelt down. His face was now next to my sex. Law hugged my hips and placed his cheek over my lower stomach. “I want to taste you first, darling”, he said and started kissing my overly sensitive skin, lowering his mouth until the entrance of my cunt. “Mmh, I bet your legs are a little bit tired, why don’t you try sitting over my face?”, he said grabbing my ass pushing me closer to his face. “I like to be in control, but hey, having the pussy of a goddess like you over my face, it’s just too good”. And as he said so, he pulled me even harder so I couldn’t keep composure and let my whole body weight fall over his face. “Good”, I heard him mumble, while helping me place the back of my thighs over his shoulders.

Using his tongue and mouth, he devoured my whole sex. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers through his black hair, pulling some strands as I reached the peak of pleasure. “Come for me, baby”, he said and the knot on my lower stomach finally unleashed. It was the first time a man made me squirt, so I got a little embarrassed, yet, Law enjoyed every last drop of it.

“Very good, baby girl. Your taste is just wonderful… ready for the second round?”, he asked me as he stood up. I noticed the hard bulge on his loosen swim shorts, and thought on how I wanted him to fuck me right there.

Law untied me and ordered me, “knelt there, over the pillows. I want to fuck your mouth, baby”. I bit my lower lip anticipating the sweet taste of his cock and headed to the pillows, “Yes, sir”.

“Open big, show me your tongue”, he ordered me while letting his shorts fall to the floor and revealing his erect member. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out waiting for him to feed me with his manhood.

He had his dick on his hand, slowly approaching the tip of it to my tongue. I licked it and tasted his fluids, delighted, looking up at him as I did. That probably sparked the fire inside him because I saw how his gaze turned from calm to one more primal, more desire driven. He grabbed my face, putting one of his hands under my mandible and the other on the back of my head, and penetrated my mouth merciless.

I took every thrust, gaging, drooling. Tears running through my cheeks, and my sight fixed on his. His little moans, groans, almost shouts of pleasure played like a symphony for me. I was all about being completely submitted to his pleasure, I enjoyed it, I wanted him to cum all over my mouth and chest.

He was about to finish, when he stopped. “Good job, baby girl. But now, I want to fuck you hard and cum inside you”. We shouldn’t, I thought, but I didn’t have the power to say no, inside of me I wanted him to impregnate me with his warm fluids.

He pushed me softly and I laid down over the pillows, Law was now above me. He didn’t take too much time and plunge into me. He alternated quick violent thrusts with slower, and gentle ones.

Beads of sweat ran through our bodies, his hard cock spreading my walls, our breathing getting faster, my nails carving into his back’s skin, his hands grabbing hard my hip bones while fucking me. Some kisses, some moaning without taking our lips apart, breathing his warm breath. I was being sent to heaven, or hell, who knows.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Every. Night. From. Now. On.” he said with every deep deep thrust. I could only moan a simple, “uhm, yes Law, please”.

I lowered my eyelids, threw my head back and surrendered to an intense orgasm, followed by my master, who filled me up with his thick, creamy love juice to a hard moan.

We remained like this, covered in sweat, spellbound with the scent of our bodies, with the pulsating feeling that we still had in our sexes. I had the height of Law’s body over mine, feeling on my neck how his breathing slowly returned to normal, was heavenly.

A few minutes after, he rolled to the side, covered his eyes with his forearm and said, “I mean it. I want to fuck you every single night from now on”. I sighed, “that’s a proposal that lacks romanticism, but I’ll take it. You fucked me good, doctor”.

He uncovered his eyes, looked at me, and pulled me closer to his body, “Don’t worry, I haven’t made any proposal... yet”.

“What?... did he…” my thoughts got interrupted with Law placing his arm on my back, pulling me even closer. “come closer…” he commanded me, and I laid my head over his naked chest. His soft, hairless, tanned, tattooed chest made the perfect pillow, I wished I could use it every single night from now on.

Relaxing to the sounds of the storm that was no near to be over, we finally fell asleep. But, the sexy time wasn’t over yet because a few hours later, I woke up being spooned by Law, and even him being asleep I could feel his erection over my ass.

I was exhausted, and yet, I couldn’t help but grind myself against him softly, and if it happened to wake Law up... oh well.

And it did.

Half asleep, half awake, Law lifted my leg and caressed softly my entrance but without penetrating me, with his member on his hand. With a sleepy voice, he whispered from behind, “you are insatiable, right doll?”, and placed a kiss on the back part of my shoulder.

I wanted him to sink deep inside of me, I wanted him to fuck me, fast. He played with his member and the juices of my arousal, lubricating it, while stroking it with his hands. His breathing over my nape, the random kisses he placed. His hand over my breast, squeezing hard. It was like a sweet torture to me.

“Just fuck me already, Law”, I begged him. “heh, your wish is my command, baby girl”, he said and in a single movement he buried himself into me. “Mhhh…”, I moaned in response, loud, relieving.

Law grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks, introducing his index finger inside my mouth as he fucked me from behind. “Suck it”, he ordered me, and I licked and sucked the “E” tattooed finger. “Good girl”, he said, and brought his hand over my clit. Without stopping the plunging, he traced circles over my pleasure point, making the stimulation even stronger.

After a few more rounds of intense pleasure, our bodies finally fell into exhaustion.

A sunray sneaked through the skylight of the lighthouse and hit directly into my face. I slowly opened my eyes. Law had his arm over my waist, hugging me from behind. I moved on the sly, trying not to wake him up. It was pretty early yet, so I let him sleep a little bit more.

I remembered I hadn’t sent any messages to my friends since last night, so I searched for my phone hoping it still had some battery left. The screen was covered in notifications from my girlfriends, so I rushed to the chat group to tell them I was ok. “@SunflowerDr > I’m fine, -more than fine- I’m sure the boys have told you where I am. I’ll tell you the details when I come back. Don’t miss me ;)”.

“Morning…”, I heard Law saying with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes with his forearm and yawning. A few wrinkled blankets were covering his legs from under the belly button. I traveled my eyes over his anatomy, following every inch of it, every inch of his slightly dusky inked skin. I approached him and flopped down on the pillow bed.

Resting at his side, we both looked at each other, “Good morning”, I said. He placed his hand over the side of my head and brushed softly my hair.

I kept admiring the sharp facial features that drove me crazy. His alluring grey eyes, the little eye bags around them, how the sun from the past days has tinted his cheeks a little bit red, his sharped snub nose, the enticing lips and the facial hair he had that made my heart burst in … perhaps… love?.

I’m not sure what he was thinking, but the look in his eyes made me feel at peace.

“It looks like the weather has changed, right?” He spoke. “Uhum, the sun is shining today”, I replied. “I know there is no fancy shower in this place, but we could use the sea. But first, I want to show you something”, he told me, a little worried about the lack of luxury the beacon had. I didn’t mind it at all, I mean, this place was prepared for me with cute details. A night at a luxurious hotel wouldn’t hit the same.

We then stood up, I simply threw my dress over my naked body, and he did the same with his swim shorts. “Let’s go��, he said grabbing my hand and pulling me to the stairs. We climb the spiral staircase up to the last floor.

“Be careful”, he told me, still holding my hand. We entered a room with glass walls, metal floor and a big lamp in the middle of it. The scenery ahead of us was the endless East China Sea. The waves shined as pretty crystals because of the clear sky that allowed the sun to be fully bright. A few seagulls danced in the sky and some ships far away in the distance seemed to be exploring the vast sea in front of us.

I was mesmerized, I loved it. Law grabbed my waist from behind, hugged me and placed his chin over my shoulder as we enjoyed the view.

I had never felt this way before, I felt happy, at peace, I trusted that man with closed eyes even though I didn’t really know him. Every time he hugged me it was a comforting sensation, I felt as if I was being protected from every bad thing in this world. The touch of his skin energized me.

After some minutes enjoying the scene we decided to head outside. I put my bikini on, and headed outside. It was warm enough for us to swim, and the sun had heated the almost white sand that burned our feet. So, we ran to the sea. Law and I submerged into the clear blue water, refreshing our bodies.

We were alone on the beach, as if it was still really early in the morning. I splashed some water on Law’s face, and he responded doing the same. We played like teenagers in love.

“Come here”, he said and pulled me closer to his body. He kissed my lips, laughing, happy. I hadn’t seen him so cheerful since I met him. I’d forever cherished that content expression in my heart.

Law sent the guys a text, asking if they were still at home. Franky told him they had already left home, and headed to Jeju Stone park. We decided to come back to the house, buying something for breakfast on the go and changed clothes.

While in the car, before starting the engine, Law opened the glove box and took off the little bag that I saw yesterday. “Uhm, I saw this little thing on the pharmacy counter, so I bought it… for you”, he said, a little embarrassed and handed me the packet.

“What?? a present? oh my god, thank you!!” I thanked him while opening it, excited. Inside the paper bag there was a little keychain with a plastic slice of tangerine hanging from it.

“I know it’s not something sophisticated, but it reminded me of the time we went to the market, where you fed me the little tangerine slice… I had to fight the urge to kiss your sweet fingers”, he confessed. If you only knew, my dear Law how much I wished for you to do it… “It’s just beautiful, Law. The fact that you bought it because it reminded you of something so little that happened between us, makes me so happy. You are such a man. Thank you, for real”, I said and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’m glad you like it”, he expressed, still a little shy, started the car and we left the beach.

The stress became busier, the sun peeking through the cute little white and pink sakura flowers, we rolled down the car windows so the warm breeze could hit our faces. The radio blasting a song called “Memories”, that I thought was from a certain anime.

We finally arrived home, I entered the code on the entrance and we headed inside. We discussed what our plans were going to be for the day. We ended up deciding that we would be visiting Jeongbang falls, after visiting a tangerine farm where they let you pick them. My ankle seemed to be a little bit swollen, yet it didn’t hurt at all, so it wasn’t a problem, as long as I kept it bound up and took the anti-inflammatories.

“Law, I’m gonna go and take a shower, do you prefer to go in first?”, I asked innocently. “I’d prefer to take a shower with you, but it’s your choice”, he said with a smirking face. “Come, then…” I said to him, biting my lower lip.

After a refreshing shower - and a little more of intense sex - we got dressed and hoped on the car again. We headed east, to a more rural zone where the typical tangerine farms were.

An old lady and her husband welcomed us and explained everything about tangerine culture. They gave us a pair of gloves, two baskets and some pruning shears to cut the twigs.

“Mmm why are tangerines here so sweet?”, Law asked with his mouth full of the citric juice. “Close your mouth, you are going to stain your shirt” I said laughing while rubbing a tissue over his mouth. “You know what else was sweet and drippy last night, babe….?” he said, arching a brown. “Shut up, there are children in here…” I said, with burning cheeks pushing him softly.

We spent the whole morning there, tasting and cultivating the tangerines, and taking pictures on little hidden spots specially decorated with props for photo taking all over the farm.

Suddenly some notifications sounded on my phone. I unlocked it, and saw that Law had tagged me on a specific post. He uploaded two photos. In one of them I was picking tangerines unaware he was taking a pic and the other one of us with our mouth full of tangerine, smiling. The comments began to appear, Nami, Vivi, Robin, the guys, his family, everybody was commenting on how cute we were -and I was-. He was showing me off, and nobody could seem to believe how big Law’s smile was, how happy he looked…

I reached for his gaze, and smiled at him, no words needed…

We said goodbye to the old couple there and drove to the waterfalls. It was a little bit crowded, because that is a popular tourist spot as is the only waterfall that falls directly into the ocean in all Asia.

The landscape was really pretty, a big stream of crystalline water fell into the ocean, and at the coastline you could see “haenyeo” -sea women-. They were female divers that harvested a variety of mollusks, seaweed and other sea life from the ocean.

Also, according to ancient beliefs, a holy dragon is said to have lived under the falls, and its spiritual water could cure any type of disease. Law suggested me to submerge my foot there, in order to relieve the inflammation of my ankle. And, even the both of us being practically doctors, we were so in love that believing in magic wasn’t hard for us, so I put my foot there and waited.

A few minutes later, Law took off the wet bandages of my foot, planted a sweet kiss over my ankle, and helped me to put back my sandals.

We watched the sunset on the shore. Everything felt like it was a dream, maybe like those fan fictions I used to read back at home. I felt like the luckiest girl alive in the whole world.

We headed to the car, and drove home, as the night fell over us. Law was driving silently, yet with a big smile that reminded me of Rosinante’s. I gazed at my foot and realized that my ankle wasn’t swollen anymore. “Oi, doctor, my ankle isn’t inflamed anymore. Maybe the water really does miracles… or maybe it was just your kiss… who knows?”. He turned his face at me, “I have powers, healing powers, the power of a special fruit!!”he said jokingly. “You wished, haha”, I said, and both laughed.

We spent the last part of the way thinking how to deal with our over excited friends about all of this. We found no way besides just smiling at them.

Everybody was already at home, the blue Hyundai Venue, and the white Tucson were parked on the entrance. “Are you ready?”, I asked Law who seemed to slowly fade his smile. “No, I’m not, but let’s enter anyway”. I learned how Law hated being the center of attention, so I could feel his “pain”.

“FINALLY!! THE HAPPY COUPLE HAVE ARRIVED!!!” everybody shouted at us, clapping, laughing and smiling at us. “Stop it guys, oh lord”, I said covering my face with my hands.

“We were thinking about going to a karaoke bar tonight, what do you guys think? “asked Robin to us. Law didn’t speak, but smiled when I looked at him, so I agreed with my friends.

I went to my room and my girlfriends plus Chopper followed me. “TELL. US. EVERYTHING.”, said Nami, closing the door. I threw myself into my bed and said, “Calm down, I’m gonna tell you everything, but first let me rest”.

We got ready for the night, my body did hurt a little, but I wasn’t going to lose a single minute of my vacations, my friends, and of course Law.

We only took two of the cars, Law and I weren’t used to drinking so we were going to be the “designated drivers” for the night.

We drove to the busy tourist district of Jeju city, Tap Dong Lo, full of lights and nightlife. We parked our cars and started walking looking for the perfect karaoke bar.

Law sat next to Zoro on one of the couches the bar had. I could see how my pretty tanned skin crush wasn’t at all comfortable with all of the loud music, but still chuckled at Luffy and Usopp trying to hit notes on their turn to sing.

I was enjoying the night, dancing with the girls when I saw a girl approach Law in a suggestive way, and sat next to him. Law smiled at her, and gave her a hug.

“Who the f… is she?....”

Part 5

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Day 13: Water Flowed- Llewyn Davis

Day 13: Water Flowed- Llewyn Davis 

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x F!Reader

Rating: 18 + seriously sexy times ahead and cursing 

Warnings: This is the filthiest thing I have ever written and the first time I have ever written smut. Blowjob, fingering, and p in v sex. 

I am so soft for this man. *sigh* A huge SHOUT OUT to my beta reader for this story @yespolkadotkitty​ who did an amazing job helping me! Go check out her stories they are amazing!! 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist 

Day 12: It Evaded Me - Poe Dameron 

Another clap of thunder shakes the window. You jump slightly at the loud noise, and your cup shatters to the floor of your small kitchen. You sigh before carefully tiptoeing around the mess and going to slide on your slippers, grabbing the broom from the small coat closet and cleaning up the mess. You toss the remnants of your mug in the trash before making your way over to the window. Water flows down the glass as you watch the scene outside. There aren’t many people out right now and the few that are move  in a hurry to escape the downpour. You frown, thinking about all the homeless outside that are probably hunkering down in shelters across New York to escape the storm. 

Your thoughts can’t help but drift to one drifter in particular, your friend Llewyn. Is he outside in this? Is he safe? Is he warm? Your thoughts consume you, filling you with a need to make sure he’s ok, and you go over to your phone and grab the rolodex, pulling out the number for Jim and Jean.

Jean answers on the third ring, her voice tinged with annoyance, “Hello?” 

You cringe, you’ve never really liked Jean, “Hi it’s uhm Y/N, I was just wondering... is Llewyn there?” 

“Did he move in here without me knowing?” she snaps. 

“Uhm no...no it’s just raining really hard and I just wondered if he was- with you and Jim.” 

“Well he’s not here; why don’t you try the Gorfeins. I’m sure he’s over bothering them.” She hangs up the phone without waiting for a reply. 

You stared at the phone in disgust. And put the card with their number back and pull out the Gorfeins, dialing the number. 

“Hello?” the sweet voice of Lillian comes through the receiver. 

“Oh hi Lillian, this is Y/N... I was just calling to see if Llewyn is there?” 

“Oh... no, honey. He was here a few days ago but we have our daughter in town this week so he said he had somewhere else to go.” 

“Oh, ok, thank you so much for letting me know, I’ve just been worried about him with this storm. Thank you again Lillian - and have a lovely time with your daughter.” 

“Talk to you later, dear,” she tells you before ending the call.

You spend the next forty minutes calling through the variety of people you know Llewyn stays with, and you receive the same response. No Llewyn. As a last result you pull out your phone book and call the Gaslight, hoping that maybe he took refuge there, but the gruff owner, Pappi, gives you the same response. 

The storm intensifies, mirroring your mood. 

You look outside for another minute before you make your decision. You go over to the coat rack by your door and pull on your yellow rubber boots, buttoning up your raincoat to your throat, and grabbing your umbrella. You lock the door behind you and take off into the storm. You need to find him even if it’s just to confirm he was okay. 

You get in your car and turn the heater all the way up, the wipers on the fastest setting, as you pull out into the storm. You start in the usual haunts and drive slowly up and down the streets looking for a familiar mop of curls, and a worn brown coat. 

It’s been two hours, and you begin to turn towards home, your heart heavy thinking about your friend alone in this storm, hoping he found someone to hunker down with. You pull up to your street and park your car, taking a few minutes to sit there. Movement from the corner of your eye draws your attention and you look across the street, your mouth dropping open slowly. 

Sitting on a bus bench barely covered from the elements is a familiar mop of curls, and a brown coat. You move so fast you catch your jacket on the door of your car. Shouting in frustration, you quickly free yourself  before running across the street. 

“Llewyn?!” You yell into the wind. 

His head snaps up and you can see him shivering as he slowly rises to his feet. “Y/N,” his voice is shaking. “I-I d-d-didn’t...didn't have a-a-anywhere else to g-g-go.” 

You let out a quick sob before pulling him close to you. “Oh, you sweet man, I have been worried sick about you. I’ve been driving around for hours looking for you!” 

“I just g-g-got here about tw-tw-twenty minutes ago, I-I-I wanted to see if the c-c-couch was a-a-valiable?” 

“Yes, yes of course, oh, honey we need to get you warm.” You grab his hand in your own gloved ones and pull him towards the apartment. He moves slow, his body so cold and stiff from the rain. 

You pull him straight back to the small bathroom; help him stand in the shower. He moves to protest but you shush him with a look helping him remove his clothes. “Y/N…. I-I-I c-can do it,” he protests weakly. 

“Llewyn! You can barely stand up, just drink a cup of humble tea and let me do this ok? If it means that much to you, I can close my eyes?” you squeeze shut your eyes before resuming your task. 

Your fingers move quickly to pull his jacket from his body, turning and placing it in the sink. Your fingers move back to his shirt and you undo each button, before unbuttoning his wrist cuffs, and pulling the shirt from his body, you run your hands down his arms and lift them slowly before reaching for the shirt pulling it off him and placing the drenched clothes aside. Your breath comes out shallow and you tentatively reach out for his pants before you find the button, slipping it through the hole and lowering the zipper before sliding them down his toned legs. 

“I-I can do the r-r-rest,” Llewyn stutters, and this time, you both know it's not from the cold. 

You nod slowly before turning away towards the door and reaching out so you don’t run into anything, your eyes still closed. “Wait,” Llewyn whispers behind you, “S-s-stay.” 

“Llewyn,” you let out a soft sigh when you feel his hand slowly wrap around your upper arm. He turns you slowly and you still don’t open your eyes. You know, if you do, there will be no going back. 

“Tell me n-no and we can forget this ever happened,” he whispers. You don’t say a word. “...Y/N. Look at me, baby.” He reaches up and cups your cheek with the same tenderness he shows his guitar. 

Your eyes slowly open and you feel your breath catch in your throat; he’s so beautiful. Those dark curls are falling down over his forehead from the rain, your heart pounds loudly in your ears and when you look into the depths of his brown eyes, you honestly believe it’s skipped a beat. 

He slowly leans towards you and you meet him the rest of the way. Time stops when his lips connect with yours but the flutter of your heart only intensifies. Your knees begin to shake and his hold on you tightens. You can only focus on the feel of him, the softness of his lips, slightly smoky from his cigarettes. His mouth doesn’t leave yours as he slowly begins to strip you out of your clothes. 

His calloused hands run across the bare skin of your stomach as he pulls your shirt open, and over your shoulders. His fingers deftly move over the button of your pants before he tugs them down your legs. Moving his lips down your neck and across your collarbone. You arch into him when his hands move back to unsnap your bra. He slowly pulls the material away before tossing it to the floor. His eyes rise to meet your own and your lips open in a soft sigh before he returns his attention  to your chest, latching on to one of the exposed nubs. He flicks his tongue over your breasts, before biting gently, the stubble from his beard grazing gently, making you shiver. 

You let out a groan and you can feel his lips turn up into a smile. He moves lower and your hands come around to push through his hair, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. He looks up at you again, his hands hovering over the lace edge of your panties, a question in his eyes. You nod and he slowly lowers them to the floor raising each of your feet gently before tossing them with the rest of your discarded clothes. On his knees, he leans back and just gazes at you.

You feel yourself blush under his eyes and move to cover yourself, when his hands come to stop you- “You’re so perfect baby, please...please don’t hide from me.” He rises slowly from the floor, pulling you tight against his chest, and you can feel every ridge and curve of his body against your own. The only clothes separating you are his boxers and he quickly discards them before moving towards the shower turning on the water. It only takes a moment before the steam begins to rise, and he’s pulling you back towards the hot rush of the shower. 

When you're both inside,  under the warm flow of the water, his mouth fuses back to your own and he caresses you with the skill of a sculptor creating a work of art. When you break apart for air, you reach around him and palm the bar of soap, gently rubbing it into his skin, watching the dirt and grime swirl down the drain. His eyes close as you run your fingers over the muscles on his stomach and over his thighs before giving special attention to his cock. He’s thick and warm in your hands. Llewyn's eyes close and his head falls back; he bites his lip, stifling a groan. 

You love seeing him come undone for you. You lower yourself to the floor of the tub and when his head comes back up he makes eye contact with you as you slip the crown of his cock  into your mouth. “Fuck,” he groans never taking his eyes off you. You start slow licking up the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. You can feel him pulse inside your mouth and you breathe through your nose before taking him all the way back into your throat. The sounds he makes should be illegal as he groans above you, slowly lacing his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly. You let him guide you slowly as he fucks himself into your mouth, your other hand gently massaging his balls.

When he feels himself getting close to the edge he pulls you off with a pop and urges you to your feet. Pushing your back into the cold tile of the shower, he groans, I need to be inside you, please baby…,” before kissing you again. You nod and he reaches down to swirl his finger around your clit. A tiny sigh escapes you at finally feeling some relief. His hand moves lower and slowly drags through your drenched folds. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Is this... is this for me?” 

You can only nod through the sensations he’s bringing out in you, before you gasp when he shoves two fingers to the knuckle inside you before withdrawing and slowly pushing in again. You want to scream at the slow pace before his other hand comes back up to your clit and rubs slowly. Your orgasm hits you without warning, a crescendo of sensation, and you feel yourself cum all over his fingers. Llewyn never stops, drawing out your climax. 

He gently withdraws his fingers before putting them into his mouth, sucking on them slowly. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him, burning the erotic image of him sucking off your juices from his fingers into your long term memory. “Fuck, baby you taste so good,” he whispers before kissing you again. You can taste the tang of yourself on his tongue;  it only proceeds to make you wetter. 

“I want to bury my face in that beautiful pussy and make you sing so bad, but if I don’t get inside you now, I am going to explode.” His voice is hot against your throat and you groan at the dirty words. 

“Then take me Llewyn, fuck me please,” you beg. 

He only nods before he lifts your left leg up slightly to wrap around his waist, lining up his cock at your entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks. When you nod frantically, he adds, softly, “I’m going to need you to use your words, baby.” 

“Fuck, yes Llewyn Davis, please, fuck m-” the words are cut off as he pushes inside you. Once he’s all the way seated, you both still. You're lost in the delicious way he fills you so completely. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, “you’re so tight, you take me so perfectly.” He waits a moment more before he slowly thrusts forward. You both let out matching groans before he begins to pick up the pace. He fucks up into you in sharp, deep thrusts and you feel the familiar burning low in your stomach before you’re screaming his name. 

“That’s it baby; cum on my cock, I’ve got you.” He doesn’t let up one bit as you cum and he continues to pulse inside you. With a few more thrusts he’s close, and his hurried voice is deep in your ear, “where? Where do I-?” his breath comes in ragged pants. 

“Inside,” you gasp out, “cum inside me Llewyn - I want to feel you, all of you.” Your words are his undoing and in a few short thrusts you can feel him pulse inside you, painting your walls with his cum. 

You savor the closeness of your bodies as he softens inside you. The water in the shower begins to run cold and Llewyn frantically turns off the water. His forehead comes to rest on your own. “That was...fucking amazing,” he whispers, before looking into your eyes. 

“Yeah, it was...Llewyn...I don’t think we can be just friends anymore.” 

He slowly lowers your leg before he slips out of you, and you can’t help but want him back. You love the way he fills you so perfectly. Llewyn reaches for the soft towel on the rack, stepping out and wrapping it low on his waist. Reaching out for your hand before he wraps a second towel around you. He helps you from the tub and just holds you close. 

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I don’t have anything to give you, I’m homeless, I play at shit gigs and sell songs for scraps, and, according to Jean I’m nothing but shit.” 

“She’s such a bitch,” you huff under your breath, but he hears you, and laughs, resting his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, sometimes she can be, but that’s beside the point. I have nothing to bring to this relationship-” 

“Llewyn-” 

“Let me finish,” he cuts you off, “please.” You nod, reluctantly. “I am nothing, but...but when I’m with you I never feel that way. You make me feel seen. Valued. You bring out the best in me and you never, never give up on me even when I want to give up on myself. So...if you are willing to put up with an asshole, homeless, folk singer as a boyfriend then... I wanna be here for you.” 

“Can I talk now?” you ask and he nods. “Look at me Llewyn,” you drag his head up to meet your eyes, “You are an amazing man that deserves to be loved so completely. You are so thoughtful and caring. You're not an asshole. Remember when Jim was sick and you helped take care of him while Jean worked, or the time you lost the Gorfeins cat? And you have a home Llewyn, if you would only open your eyes and look.” His eyes turn glassy and you struggle not to cry. “Will you stay here with me Llewyn? Long after the rain has ended?” 

He takes a few moments before answering, closing his eyes, and opening them slowly, you could get lost in those deep brown eyes. “Until long after the rain has ended baby.” 

 Day 14- The Test Results - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

[unloved-cadillac]

We Weren’t Meant To Be.(A Levi x Reader one shot)

This is angst af. No cheating or anything just two people who tried very hard to be together.

Unfortunately, in the end, we just weren’t meant to be. No matter how much we tried to stay together, we always got torn apart. And now..there’s nothing in this world that could bring us back to each other. Perhaps, in another life, maybe just maybe, we might just get a chance.

It was raining when I first met him. The streets of Tokyo covered with water while people rushed to go home. Not me. This was my time to photograph everything. I captured a young couple running under their shared umbrella, laughing, an old man sitting on a bench with a transparent umbrella and a woman with her daughter. As I was about to snap another one, I bumped into someone. “Watch it, brat.”, was what I heard. I turned to the voice and the man looked at me. “Oh sorry. I didnt mean to bump into you like that.”, I say nervously. All I get in response is a “Tch”. I stare at him. He has really nice hair, good shaped nose and good skin. Since he wasn’t looking at me, I quickly snap a shot of his side profile. The lighting of the street laps and buildings made him seem model-like. “Uhm, listen. Sorry about earlier. Can I buy you a coffee to make up for it?”, I ask the man. He looks at me and scoffs. “No.” He answers. I frown. “Oh okay. Have a good night then.”, I say to him. I turn to walk away when I hear, “Only because I drink tea.” I turn back around to see him smirking at me. “Come on. There’s a nice café down the street.”, he says as he starts walking. I smile and follow him. Needless to say, I really fell in love with him on that day.

It was raining when he brought me to his apartment after our fifth date. Levi and I grew very close and comfortable with each other on that first night we met. We clicked. Right now, I was soaking wet and told Levi that I could go home. “Shut up and go into my room. Take whatever clothes you need after showering.”, he says bluntly. I smile and nod at him as I make my way to his room. I had a warm shower and when I was down, wrapped myself in a big fluffy towel. I walk out of the bathroom to see Levi taking his shirt off. “Oh hey.” I say to him. Levi stops and looks at me. It’s not a normal stare. I felt a little shy, the guy I liked was looking me while I was naked. I looked down at my feet until I saw his in front of mine. I look up and he captures my lips in his. I wrap my hands around his neck and his hands make their way around my waist. It started to become hot. “Take it off.” He says as he reaches for the towel. I take it off and he moves us to his bed and we fall on it. He kisses me again and then picks up his head. “Do you want to? I can stop if you want.”, he whispers into my lips. “No. I want to, Levi.” I say as I move hand down to remove his belt and unbutton his pants. He makes it easier and quickly takes them off. We go under the blanket and made love while the thunder sounded.

It was raining while I walked away from him. I hated fighting with him. But then again, all he had to do was act like an asshole to put me off. “If I’m such a burden, then maybe I should just walk out of here and never come back!?” “Yeah well maybe you should!” I cringe when I think about the words we threw at each other. I knew I didn’t mean any of it but I wasn’t too sure about him. “Y/N!” I hear my name being shouted. I didn’t turn around though. I picked up the pace of my walking. I heard footsteps running towards me from the back. All of a sudden a pair of arms wrap around me. “Y/n, I’m sorry. Come back.” Levi apologizes to me. I try to pull away from his tight grip. “No. You said I was burden so I’m making myself scarce. That’s what you wanted right?” I say harshly. His grip only got tighter. “Y/n...no. That’s not what I want. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Please come back with me. I’m so sorry” I could hear the crack in his voice like he was about to cry. I quickly turn around and hug him back. “Okay.” I say.

It was raining when I phoned him. The sound of his voice raising as I tried speaking with him. “Levi, all you have to say is that you don’t want to talk. That’s it. Don’t fucking ghost me for no reason. If you don’t want to talk, tell me and I’ll give you space. Is that so fucking hard?” I ask him. “You know what, Y/n? I don’t wanna talk.”, Levi replies and hangs up. Why did he have to be so difficult? Fine if he wasn’t going to talk, I wasn’t going to talk. I don’t need this shit in my life. A week went by. Then two. Then three. Now approaching almost a month, I had enough. Not one phone call, text or mail. I pick up my keys and make my way to my car. I drove to Levi’s and parked the car in his driveway. I walk up to his door and knock loudly. When it opened, I almost cried. Levi’s eyes were black underneath and it looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. “Y/n?” He says. “What are you doing here?” “What do you mean what am I doing here? I haven’t seen you in three and a half weeks and that’s all you can say?” I reply to him. He looks down. “Levi what’s going on? What happened? Talk to me.” I plead with him. He takes my hand in his and takes my into his apartment. He tells me about work and the stress that it put on him. How the workload became so much that if he was distracted, he would lose his temper. That night we stayed in each other’s arms until the morning.

It was raining when I saw him with her. He told me not to worry about it and that she was just a co-worker. Well, co-workers don’t flirt like that. I slam my drink on the table and walk away. I walk down the stairs and into the garage. “Y/N!” Levi calls out to me as I get into the car. “You know what?!” I slam the door closed. “I hate you, Levi. If you wanted to be with her, leave me. Why would you flirt with her with me right there? Have no idea how much it hurts seeing you like that?” I argue with him. Levi widens his eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about? Petra is nobody. She’s been trying to get me forever and I know she didn’t stand a chance because I have you. You actually thought I would do that to you? What do you take me for? A cheater?”, he says, annoyed. I take a breath. I guess I was overreacting. “You know what, Y/n? I thought this would be a nice evening for us since we both haven’t had a day off in a while and the amount of work we had to do and we couldn’t be together. But now, it looks like you want to jump to conclusions about something that’s not even true and accuse me of cheating as soon as you see someone talking to me? You’re acting childish right now. It’s one thing to ruin a night but to accuse me of something like that, just proves to me that you don’t to know me at all.”, Levi rants to me. The tears already started falling, but I widen my eyes at one thing. “Childish!? I’M ACTING CHILDISH? Because I see my boyfriend flirt with some else is just me being CHILDISH. Wow. Fuck you Levi.” I tell him. Levi doesn’t say anything. He just scoffs and starts to walk away. Wait... “Wait...Levi..-“ “Just go home. I have some other stuff to attend to.”, he tells me without turning back. I cried. I cried on my way home, in the shower and to make myself sleep. Fuck.

It was raining when I heard the knock on my door. I had blocked Levi on everything I had him on. I didn’t return his phone calls nor did I try to call him. I knew I was wrong but when he said all those things, I could feel my heart breaking. I woke up and opened the door to see Hange, one of Levi’s closest friends. “Hange.” I say shocked. “Hey. May I come in?” I nod my head and allow her inside. We sit down after I made her tea and she starts speaking. “Y/n, have you spoken with him?” She asks me. I shake my head. “Well, he isn’t doing good either. He hasn’t been sleeping or eating. He tried calling and everything.” “Yeah. I know.” I answer her. She sighs. “Y/n. Please. He hasn’t been himself. He’s being a pain in the ass at work and yelling at everyone. He told me what had happened between you two. You didn’t really think he was flirting with her, did you?” Hange asks me. “Of course I did. She touching his shoulder and he was chuckling at her. It made me furious. What would you do if you saw Erwin act like that with someone?”, I ask her. “The same I guess. But-“ “No buts, Hange. He called me childish.” I defend myself. “You still love him, don’t you?” I widen my eyes then drop my head. Did I still love him? “I-I-“ knock knock knock I hear my door. I wake up and open it to see..”Levi?” I say, surprised. “Y-Y/n..” He says softly. I sniff the air. “Have you been drinking?”, I ask him. All he does is nod his head slowly. He starts swaying and falls onto me. “Hange! Help!” I call out to her. We put him on my bed and I carefully remove his shoes and jacket. It’s soaked. It looked like he walked here or something. I remove his clothes and put some of his that he left here. When he woke up, I heard him throwing up in my bathroom. I left some pain killers in the bathroom for him. I was in the kitchen and when I turned around there he was. Tired and hungover. I made us our breakfast and we ate in silence. When he came to his senses he started speaking. “Y/n..” he says softly. I don’t pick up my head. “I’m so sorry. I just..last night night when I drank all I could think about was you telling me that you hate me. I couldn’t stand it. I hated myself for that. I shouldn’t have spoken to Petra so openly like that.”, he finishes. I still haven’t spoken and that cause Levi to become uneasy. “Y/n. Please say something. Anything.”, he pleads. I still don’t. I don’t know why. “Ok. Fine. But can you answer me this one question? Do you hate me?” I suddenly pick up my head. He becomes shocked at the sudden movement but continues anyway. “Tell me you hate me and I will leave here. I will never bother you again.” He says eyes locked with mine. My tears start to fall. No. No I didn’t hate him. “N-no Levi. I-I don’t h-ate you. Please don’t leave me.” I stutter and cry while I put my head down. I cry until I feel him next to me. He turns my chair and kneels down in front of me. I open my eyes and look at his face. He is crying too. I never saw him cry. I quickly wipe his tears and kiss him. And fall down into him and hug him. We stayed like that until I pulled away. “I’m sorry. For everything.” I softly say to him. “Me too. I’m so sorry, baby. Forgive me?” He asks as he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. “I forgive you.”

Months past by and it seemed like that fight sparked something between us. Everyday it was something new. We would scream at each other, swear. We broke up a couple of times but we always made up. But this one particular time, I got so upset I threw a plate on the floor which made him upset and broke some glasses. We both cut ourselves and the blood was dripping all over my kitchen floor. I leaned back against the wall and dropped down. “Why can’t we just talk?” I say in between breaths. Levi doesn’t respond. He sits opposite me and puts his face in his hands. “I don’t know.” He finally says. Glass pieces on our feet and hands, yet that answer cut me the deepest. I couldn’t take it anymore. We never said I love you anymore. We never talked without raising our voices at each other. The worst part was that we didn’t even move in with each other, this happened whenever we were at each other’s house. I take a deep breath and lift up my head to look at him. His face is still in his hands. I wake up and go to the bathroom. I open my medicine cabinet and get out the First Aid kit. I walk out and sit by Levi. I fix his cuts on his feet while I cry. I bandage him up and pry his hands away from his face. I don’t look at him while I remove some pieces from his hands and put some medicine on it. I put some band aids on his hands and start to fix my scars. Levi sees this and quickly starts to help me. He fixes my wounds and then we sit in silence. “What are we gonna do, Levi?” I ask him, voice barely above a whisper. He sniffs. “I don’t know.” He answers. I hated those words. There has to be something we can do. I wanted to fix us. I don’t want to lose him, he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. Sure I cried myself to sleep sometimes, or not speak to him. Sometimes he would cuss at me and vise versa but we still loved each other. I still loved him. But that wasn’t enough. “I think..”, Levi starts to say, “I think we need to break up. For real this time.” When he said those words, I could feel my heart drop into my stomach. I was shocked. He was being serious and it made me ache. “Do you want to?” I ask him. He shakes his head. “No. I don’t want to. But”, he lifts his head up to look at me, “I think it’s what we need.” We both break down crying. My heart was beating so fast I felt I was going to have an attack. Levi cries while he pulls me into him. “We’re bad for each other, Y/n. I dont want it to be true but it is.” Levi tells me in between cries. “There has to be something we can do, Levi.” “We tried everything already, Y/n. We can’t just toss around “sorry’s” anymore. We can’t keep on hurting each other. This is bigger than us.” Levi says. “I love you, Levi.” I cried out while I hugged him tighter. His grip also got tighter. “I love you, Y/n. But it’s not enough, is it?” He tells me while he sobs into my shoulder. It was raining when we said goodbye. Not outside, but in my house.

We didn’t speak to each other after that. Years passed and I met someone else. I’m sure he did too. But that didn’t stop me from hoping that we would bump into each other again like we did all those years ago in the streets of Tokyo. That man had my heart and I had his. But we both broke it on that day. I still had his picture that I took on the day I met him, in my diary in the back of my drawer. I never looked at it, it would only bring me to tears. I tried to forget him, I really did. But how can you forget the one you thought you would spend the rest of your life with? The one you were so sure was meant to be with you? I prayed faith would bring us together.

Unfortunately, in the end, we just weren’t meant to be. No matter how much we tried to stay together, we always got torn apart. And now..there’s nothing in this world that could bring us back to each other. Perhaps, in another life, maybe just maybe, we might just get a chance.

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“This came out longer than expected. Nevertheless, I hoped that you enjoyed it. I’m just doing some small works while I wrap up LJaG and Mr Ackerman. Thanks for reading.”

-Caddy.

[itsmydreamlifethings]

Protective Henry after Female Reader gets injured!

Request: Henry with Injured reader plus Size Kink! Requested by @ssslesbian Thank you! Hope you like it! (PLUS ya’ll...I write a lot , so lengthy post ahead LOL)

Warnings: Mostly Fluff but also size kink and mild smut. Oh, and cursing. No reposts anywhere but reblogs here are fine.  Disclaimer: I don't know anything about horses and I’ve never been riding (sadly). So any discrepancies with horses, please forgive me. Also, it’s my very first size kink writing so please go easy on me. Photo Cred: GQ

It’s obvious you Henry have had eyes only for one another, it’s just that you haven’t had the right moment to really make a move. He’s working hard on the set of The Witcher and you are one of the team members working on the scripts. On a day off from shooting you are both still on site. He is mostly working with horses and fight training, and you’ve agreed to help some of the props crew.

One of the crew members has been flirting with you since you got this gig. He asks you to see the horses with him, begging you to take a break. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s take a moment and go hang out at the stable.”

You look uncertain. You love animals but you never had any experience with horses. “I don’t know...we shouldn’t just go without permission...”

“Oh, stop. Live a little.” He gives you a wink and grabs you by the elbow, leading you over to the stable. As you reach it, you notice Henry. He is training in the paddock across the stable, breaking in one of the horses. He is very knowledgable and athletic, and you’ve seen him work with horses a lot recently. He is magnificent with them. Patient, soothing, and in charge. As you walk by the paddock, Henry notices you..and the guy. His eyes linger on you and by the way he casts a glance at the prop guy, you can already tell he is a bit bothered. You can’t help but smirk to yourself. If he’s jealous, he might have a real thing for you after all. Inside the stable Jonah, the crew member, leads you to one of the black stallions.

“He’s gorgeous,” you say, a gleam in your eyes. This close to the majestic animal, you get a sense of why people think horses are spiritual beings. With a long black mane, and glossy black frame, the horse in the stall seems to make a connection with you. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to ride him later,” Jonah says, both hands on his hips.

“Oh, you have experience riding?” you wonder. You never saw him with any of the horses on set, but looks could be deceiving.

“Well, not much,” he chuckles and then elbows you playfully. “But I can try to sneak in a ride. Wanna join me?”

You laugh, “No way. I never went horseback riding.” You didn’t say it to be polite, but there was no way in hell you’d let Jonah be your trainer on such a huge animal. In fact, you wondered if he really did have any riding experience at all or if he’s trying to show off.

“Ok, what about some drinks then?” he adds, a sneaky smile on his face.

You really wished you didn’t get into this situation, but you have to be honest with him. He’d been trying to hit on you for months, and coming to the stable with him might have led him on. You are not interested in Jonah at all. Not only is he not your type, but you get butterflies for Henry these days and him only.

Speaking of the handsome devil, he appears at the far end of the stable, leading his horseback.

“Sorry, Jonah, I can’t.” You give him an apologetic look.

Jonah’s jaw twitches as he didn’t expect to be shut down. He looks down and his face reddens. Suddenly he kicks the ground, sending a stray driving nail across the stable and clanking against a stall. Startled, the horse you had pat a moment ago, rears and kicks, the loud clanking having sent a sense of alarm through him. The stall door rattles and his hoof scrapes against your left cheek as he rears.

You yelp in pain and fall back. You cradle your face in your hand, knowing that a nasty bruise and even cut may be forming on your cheek already. 

“What the fuck was that?” Henry’s thundering voice explodes around you. You look up and see Henry shove Jonah aside, after giving him a threatening look. Rushing to your side, he grabs your face in his big hands. 

“Y/N, you ok?” He examines your face as if the most important and valuable thing in the world may have been damaged.

“Yeah, I am okay, I think,” you whisper, although you can’t ignore the smear of blood coming off your fingers.

“You got to get this cleaned up,” Henry says.

“I can take her,” Jonah chimes in. Wrong move. Henry whips around and gives him a menacing stare. 

“You’re not going anywhere near her...or the horses. You could have seriously injured her.” You can’t help but notice how tiny you look next to him, and as he grows angrier, his entire frame seems to grow even more.

Henry grabs your hand and leads you out of the stable and over to the medical trailer.

Once inside, it’s just the two of you. He orders you to sit on the bed, while he grabs the medical kit.

“What a fucking idiot,” he murmurs to himself.

“It was an accident,” you try to be rational.

“Because of his temper. A vein twitches in his neck as he comes over with rubbing alcohol, gauze, and a bandage. He stands directly over you and as you’re sitting there, looking up at him like a little kid, you realize how huge Henry is. Not only in height compares to your five foot three frame, but just how broad his shoulders are, how wide his chest stretches under his chest, and how his biceps bulge under his white long sleeve shirt. You wonder if also his...

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you blink fast, almost afraid he can read your thoughts.

“You ok?” he asks, brows furrowed. You nod and he begins disinfecting the cut on your face, You wince, the sting sharp and intense.

“I’m sorry,” he coos, his voice a low whisper. Then his hand drops to your chin and his fingers caress your jaw. He looks at you as if you’re about to scold his bold behavior, but in reality, you want more of his touch. He must sense that and see that in your lust-filled eyes and he brings both hands on your face, cupping it.

“Are you into Jonah?” he asks.

You snort. “You’re kidding right?” His face remains deadly serious. You shake your head. “No, I don’t like him. There is someone else I like instead.”

He smirks, a cute dimple forming on his cheek. You feel like dying, he is too beautiful to behold. Then he lowers himself and kisses you.

The kiss is slow and gentle at first, but soon you entangle your want and needs, letting your tongues explore one another. Before you know it, he is lowered onto the bed next to you and you are climbing on his lap.

Fuck, he is huge. He is like a bear and you are a defenseless little bunny trapped in his massive limbs. You giggle at the thought and he pulls back from kissing. He gives you a confused smile.

“Sorry, it’s just that you’re so big and I feel like...” you smirk and lower your eyes, feeling dumb.

“Like what?” he coaxes, his breath caressing your cheek. 

“Like a little forest animal with a big prey.” The words leave your mouth and you’re sure you are a thousand shades of red. He’s going to think you’re an idiot and childish.

He laughs and pulls you close to him, his barrel of chest pressings against yours. “Hmm,” he murmurs, tugging your lower lip with his teeth before letting his tongue flick it. “I won’t eat you up...yet.”

Dear Lord, help me!

You begin an intense make-out session in the medical trailer and you hope no one will barge in on you. You can only imagine the gossip, but then again, Henry is so worth it. He cups his hands under your behind, gripping you tight and bringing your hips deeper onto his lap. That’s when you feel the hardened organ...no, that can’t possibly be...that cannot be his size...

Henry is HUGE! You moan and gasp, wondering if what you felt is real. You imagined him naked, and it, a million times, but never thought it would turn out to be true.

As he settles you deeper and deeper on his lap, you are already soaking wet. You can’t help but imagine Henry inside you and how it would feel stretching you and filling you.

The make-out session ends after a few intense minutes. Outside the trailer, the rest of the crew members and the medical team who had been at lunch starts conversing, hinting that they are coming back to the trailer. 

Reluctantly, you separate, but not without a long, passionate kiss.

“Uhm...you may need to adjust that...” you point out to Henry, your eyes glancing at his groin. The bulge stretches on his lap, so thick that you know everyone is going to notice.

He laughs looking down. “Thanks for this! And I’ve been so kind to help you with medical attention,” he teases.

“Well, maybe later I can help with your not-so-little medical problem,” you say, grabbing his erection and stroking your hand against his pants lightly. “You know, just to repay the favor.”

[just-like-playing-tag]

Isabella

Asked by Anonymous. Thank you very much for the ask!!!

Favorite thing about her: She's one of the greatest villains I've ever heard of! She fulfills her role as Emma's nemesis magnificently. I really like how she made her own choices, even if they were selfish ones. We cannot all be Emmas. It's in the human nature the instinct to survive, and I don't blame her for that. It makes it also kind of sweet how she wants to survive for Leslie too- kinda mirrors how, after believing he had died, Emma and Ray wanted to survive for Norman as well. Isabella is determined in being the one who survives in the end, and I think that makes her really cool.

Least favorite thing about her: Eh it has to be how she treated Ray. Now, hear me out:

you know there's this kid who knows that him and his siblings are being raised in a farm. He knows none of them will survive their 12th birthday. He has to see the siblings he obviously loved (because that's what kids do, they love their siblings, no matter how much Ray tried not to get attached) being shipped once every two months. He had to go through all of this, while acting like everything was fine.

And you think "oh yeah why don't we treat him like a fucking animal that's obviously the right thing to do". Just. Girl what's your problem??????? His life was a nightmare, why did you had to make it even worse??????? She called him "dog". She made him hate himself more then the already did. She made it so that he'd never forget that his byological mother hated him. Really,,,, why. Why didn't that boy deserved the "happy life" you promised to give every child you rised. Why did you chose to fuck him up more that he already was.

Even worse, the thing is,,,, I know the reason she did it. It's because she knew Ray was her son, and she didn't want to get attached in any way. It's because him himself was born out of the system that had tortured her in every way. Because that too was probably the manifestation of a deep self loathing for all she had done and she kept doing. But still- woman, you're an adult. And he was a freaking five years old. All you had to do is not to add more trauma.

Uhm also I didn't really like how her redemption arc was handled- but for completely different reasons than the rest of the fandom. What bothers me is how easily they forgave her. I think it's easy to understand her actions when, as the reader, you know plenty about her pov; but I don't think a bunch of kids would forgive her that soon. I don't think they would consider her mom their (but I'm getting to that later). Sometimes the fact that you were forced to do some horrible things doesn't change the fact that you've done them- at least to the eyes of your victims.

Especially Ray. I love him but I really don't think he wouldn't have forgiven her. He'd been upset and thorned of course, but I don't think he would cry over his mother's body– why would he, all of his life she had never been one to him.

Favorite line:

Ok maybe this:

I love this scene, it may be my favorite of hers? I already mentioned it in the past, but I really like how after having lost, she actually makes an effort to protect the children. Even though it's a small step, and even though it's too late, she finally does something to love them as she wanted to. It may be a stretch, but even if that's not how thiss scene is supposed to be read... I still find her resolution amazing. Look at her, so stern and unshakable, like she was made of stone. I love and admire people who take responsibilities into their hands, that's how I aim to be.

But I also really like this. Her tired face. Her admitting her defeat. I don't know, there's just something really beautiful in how this panel was composed.

And this is nice as well, isn't it? All of the above (and under) still stand, but I like how at some point she gave up, and genuinely wished the best for the children. "Lights" metaphors are extremely cliché, but that doesn't make the any less sweet.

brOTP: I really don't know where this came out from but I think in a modern AU Isabella and Yuugo would bond really well just. I don't know. Ruthless bitches with actually a soft heart squad.

Another squad I love:

OTP: Ok totally not in canon, but Isabella / Krone sounds so so nice, I really love them.

nOTP: Bah nothing really.

Random headcanon: Through all the years she has been a mama, she has never ever cried. She's really not one to shed tears.

She really likes reading. She has read all the books of the orphanage as well, even though it took her longer then Ray (she read most of them only after she became mama)

Unpopular opinion: Ok everyone is going to hate me for this but. She has never been a mother to the children. Never. She was kind and nurturing towards them, of course! But honestly it's my opinion that a mother would always chose death over hurting her children. And like, I don't blame her at all for not doing so?? It's totally fine if she chose her life over the ones of countless children; some people think about themselves first, and I respect them for that. The survival instinct instinct is part of all humans, and that's ok. But what I mean is, stop acting as she loved her children as much as a mother would, because she didn't? It's a big part of her character - and it's also part of what makes her an amazing villain. What she was aiming for has always been surviving herself - for Leslie and all that stuff. You can't take off such a big part of this from her. She was determined to do everything to do that, even the most ruthless, bottle of things. She hurt children- but not her children. Those children were never hers, because she never loved them as a mother would.

(I'm obviously talking about mother as a motherly figure, and not as mother by blod– I understand perfectly not all byological mothers would be willing to die for their children, but in that case I just don't consider them mothers to them.)

Song i associate with her: OK LOOK THERE'S THIS ONE LES MISÉRABLES SONG THAT IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT EVERY SINGLE WORD SOUNDS LIKE IT'S BEEN WRITTEN FOR ISABELLA PLEASE GIVE IT A LISTEN

I Dreamed a Dream (performed by Caissie Levy) - Les Misérables

(Yes she's talking about Leslie) (Yes it's "He slept a summer by my side" because that's how time flee for her and "He took my childhood in his stride" because her childhood died with him) (Yes I'm crying)

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

[...]

But the tigers come at night,

With their voices soft as thunder,

As they tear your hope apart,

As they turn your dream to shame!

Also, Miss Honey's bridge in When I Grow Up - Matilda makes me think about a younger mama Isabella:

When I grow up

I will be brave enough to fight the creatures

That you have to fight beneath the bed

Each night to be a grown up

Favorite picture of her:

I like this... She makes it look like after decades of fake smiles, this is her first, true, heartfelt smile.

Sorry I'm very incisive tonight

And this!!!!!!!! The coldness, the power, the sheer determination!!!!!!!!!!!

Also love her unreadable face in this; she's so cool!!!!!!!!

Send me a character and I’ll list

[humankoalaa]

BLACK LIGHTNING 3X13

i have questions, concerns. and shade.

jeff on that gnac talking to himself and im properly entertained.

ok pawpaw time for bed big fella.

i forgot lynn slapped tf outa him 🤦🏾‍♀️

oh shit nevermind he’s making one of those mini violin for the pain vlogs.

LMAO wrong again. pawpaw on facetime with gambi 😩

why they got Wayne Brady looking like every ninja turtle tho?

jenn.... youre stronger than literally every one in freeland, markovia and yugopatamia. stop feeding khalil bullshit. y’all don’t needs him 😩

again... that wig... i know y’all seen how raggedy it was this episode. how ya wig got split ends? huh?

lynn....youre scaring me. awh lawd she done drank some questionable shit now she out here looking like a crack head looker.

TC... you gon say something big dawg?

anissa.... uhm... excuse me? come again? ... what is this nothing grace aint eating?! huh? EXPLAIN 🎤

okay jenn. you can’t have an attitude with nobody unless youre mad at your wig too. grace ain’t do NATHAN to you! AND second week in a row anissa didn’t deserve the petty ok? ok.

grace.. what are you wearing? shit is 🔥 got my weekly eye roll fix 😍 she dead ass looked at jenn like... BITCH! i will shift into a bird and shit on you. specifically on that wig. ok.

i was dying watching graces face and body language during that argument. sitting there like.. well so much for teenage grace and a jenn friendship. chantals facial expressions are everything.

TC up to something 🧐 erica looking at him like i lived in the same pod community as you dude. we’re damn near related. bye.

i can’t with them all being dressed like they’re heading to hogwarts for a quidditch match.

oh hey khalil.

this bout the most attractive group of superheroes known to man.

i feel like anissa is afraid of khalil and doesn’t want to admit it. not so much afraid for herself a little yes cause she seems tense and conflicted when he around but more the people. you can see the anger in her face but fear in her eyes. however this is just my interpretation.

.she’s reluctant to just welcome him back and trust him and i wouldn’t expect any less from anissa because that’s who she is. i feel like that’s all she was trying to do in terms of khalil this episode because she knows just how much more dangerous painkiller had become. so i get why she’s struggling seeing khalil and not painkiller.

“get on with it son” 🤣 jeff has heard enough. he ain’t want no parts of knowing what kind of women are TC’s type.

awh lawd brandon you gotta chill bro. now ISS not the time 😩 helicopter already sounds like its scrugglin. like y’all can’t die before grace tells anissa she loves her 😂 so get your shIt together sir.

khalil has seen enough. put just for me hair right to sleep 😂

anissa checking to make sure khalil was telling the truth and ain’t poison and dead brandon 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

anissa and graces synchronized flared nostrils and resting bitch faces. 10/10 need more. anissa resting her hand on graces thigh. 10/10 NEED. holding hands? 10/10 NEED MORE. ugh we are not worthy.

gambi. the voice of reason i stan.

jace and lynn are weird man. weird.

black lightning invented making an entrance. ok? ok.

i need grace to shift into the leopard and bite jace.... in the face. i don’t ask for much lord. do me this one solid?

nevermind ill take her shifting into the markovian dude. breaking necks and shit. grace a stone cold killer. i dead ass was like why this man just do his friends like that.... im now 0 for 3 on falling for the trickery.... it’s okay champ. walk it off.

i love tobias so much 😂 krondon is incredible at playing the villain. that damn laugh 😂😂

thunder punching erica looking at jneff like ... bruh... im TIYERD!

well that’s one way to open a door. k.

ericas lil dance 😂 you go pod princess.

uhm... lynn... uh.. you should probably elaborate when talking to well ...terrorists. so they don’t kill the help. k? k.

okay nevermind 🤣 lynn a whole functioning crackhead. ... barely.

yaassss aunty! light they asses up! jenn kills me she seriously fixed her hair after lighting up them fools 🤣🤦🏾‍♀️ dass my auntie!

gravedigger.... wants allllll the schmoke and khalil..... nooo nooo he isn’t reeaaddyyy. 😩

tobias.... you better shut the hell up 😂 leave my grandaddy alone.

uhm... okay brandon. i can’t with his overacting 😖

khalil... come on uncle. just play dead 😩 dudes name is gravedigger like GRAVE. DIGGER. digger of graves.. in the ground ...you finna get dead unc. 🤦🏾‍♀️

black lightning has the best fight scenes. every single fight scene incredible from top to bottom.

fuck. gravedigger outed my pawpaws lights 😭

jenn and lynn reunited 😭😭

hullup.... wheres Brandon at tho...

khalil... sit down! damn! 😂🤦🏾‍♀️

DAASSSSS MY GRANDDAD!!!!!!! LETS GOOOOOOO!

ugh this group hug 😭❤️

[foulsouls]

18+ Spring time heat: Pesci

Hearing the thunderous footsteps currently coming your way would've been terrifying if you hadn't already known the monstrous men barreling towards you were hungry for sex rather than blood.

You were left a mess on the hastily built nest by Risotto and Formaggio, the warm gooey cum seeping from your core a reminder of the absolute debauchery that had befallen you mere minutes beforehand. You propped yourself up on your elbows in time to see a nervous and downright feral Pesci burst through the door and hastily scan the room before his eyes fall on your disheveled form. He hesitates for a second before he surges forward and scoops you up into his big strong arms and whisks you out the same door he entered, rapidly running in the other direction of your teammates.

You barely have time squeak out his name before you're flying through the compound, a blur of half rotten walls and musty cloth nests pass you by and you hold onto Pesci for dear life. Not that Pesci would ever drop you considering the near vice-like grip he has on you, you're pressed firmly against his bare chest which you've only just realized but Pesci is nearly completely naked. He's frantically searching for a safe spot to deposit you and when he feels far enough from the anguished howls of his teammates you feel the muscles in the arms that encircle you gradually relax. His heart is thundering in his chest and for the first time you realize you've been holding your breath.

When you finally allow some fresh air into your lungs you find that your own heart has been trying to beat out of your chest as well. Pesci barely broke a sweat as he raced through your hideout but now that he's relaxed and realized he's holding your naked body against him his sweet, nervous nature crawls back to the surface. He apologizes profusely as he gently but awkwardly places you dead center of what you assume to be his little nest. Once placed down you look around a little doe eyed, you've never been in the personal quarters of your werewolf squad so you can't help but be a little curious. You've always been kept in the nicest part of the hideout, the part that only kinda stinks like mildew and sawdust. You were the only female in la squadra so you always bore the brunt of the groups spring time needs, however, since this year had been so unusually busy for you all there was no time to set up proper breeding schedules. Everyone is supposed to take turns but since your capo had left these things to the wayside you've found yourself in a bit of a clusterfuck. There's just no way you could all do it at the same time, they would murder each other before they could even get their clothes off.

You glance around at the moldy walls and sigh a little, it really is a bit of a dump. You're brought back to the present by a needy whine, Pesci has dropped to his knees only a few inches away and his eyes are absolutely glued to your lower half. You realize you've been sitting with your legs wide open, unintentionally teasing the poor man in front of you and you shift to close your legs a little. Pesci is sniffing the air hungrily, whining and shifting his weight nervously, you know he wants to jump on you and bury himself inside your delicious wet heat but he's always been shy about it. You hold out your hand like you would to an unfamiliar dog, letting him sniff it gingerly before pushing it forward to press against his cheek. He sighs and leans into your touch, his tail wagging cautiously behind him. He eyes you with concern when you pull your hand back, his whine is so cute as he inches forward trying to chase your touch.

"Pesci" you coo to him, his ears prick up instantly and he meets your gaze unwavering, his attention trained on you like a spotlight. You open your legs again but this time more slowly, deliberately trying to draw his attention to your sex. His eyes glaze over with lust and a low groan leaves his mouth as he eyes your pussy like its the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. You trail a finger down your wet folds and blush a little at the slick noise that comes from your own body. You squirm at the way Pesci licks his lips, imagining what that hot wet muscle would feel like against your clit. You bite your lip and almost keen at the thought, you'd never dream of bossing the other men in your squad around but you feel a little emboldened by the whiny green haired man whose currently having a staring contest with your cunt.

You lift your hand from your slickness and gesture for Pesci to come closer. He inches forward and you place a hand on his shoulder to stop him right as you feel his hot breath above your sopping center. His tail wagging wildly and his eyes unfocused, like he's in a trance, you could say just about anything to him at the moment but the words that leave your lips are a simple command, "Use your mouth first".

Pesci doesn't even need any more incentive, he latches onto your clit like a starved animal and begins sucking in earnest. Your body is wracked with waves of pleasure as he runs his lovely warm tongue up and down your wet folds, taking time to alternate between sucking your clit and licking up all the slick that drips from your pussy. He moans and rolls his eyes like you're the first meal he's had in weeks and you can't help the needy mewls that leave your mouth.

Watching him suckle on your sex so hungrily and rut into the nest below you has you feeling the telltale warmth in your lower half, signaling your oncoming orgasm building to a fever pitch. Tugging at his tuft of leafy green hair you try to pry him off your clit before you tip over the edge.

His mouth leaves you with a wet pop and he's already starting to whimper before you press a finger gently against his wet lips to shush him. He looks at you for some explanation as to why you just interrupted his meal when he notices the way you're trying to catch your breath. Understanding crosses his face and he quickly drops his face to nuzzle into your soft belly.

"Aa-h sorry y/n, you just tasted so good I couldn't stop myself...u-uhm are you ok?" He stutters to your belly button, it's cute, just a minute ago he was eating you out like a champ and now he's all shy and flustered? You huff a little laugh and ruffle his locks before lifting his chin so you're looking into his eyes.

"Don't you want to breed me? I can't cum until you're inside me yanno?" You purr and you see his eyes light up.

"O-oh!" he stutters, lifting his head from your stomach to look at you properly.

You gently guide him up until he's on top of you, looking down at your form so easily engulfed by his own. You stare up into his eyes and give him a lustful smile as your hand reaches for his member. His hips jerk wildly as you wrap your hand around him and you feel his cock pulse, hot and thick in your small hand. He moans lowly and you feel the hot coil of arousal settle in your belly again before giving him a few quick pumps to elicit more enticing noises from him.

You realize you're teasing him a little too much when you feel a flood of precum spill onto your navel and you blush a little at your boldness. You can get away with alot when it came to Pesci you muse to yourself, he's the only one who would let you take the lead like this.

You smile to yourself as you guide the leaky tip of his cock to your aching sex, slowly rubbing the head up and down your slick folds, mewling at the obscene wet noises your pussy makes. Pesci is all tensed up, trying his best not to ram his member into you like the good boy he is. The others would have barely spared you a thought before pummeling you with their cock.

You coo at him, telling him how much you want him inside you and how much you want his cum. He keens at your words and his cock twitches with anticipation, you coo at him some more, wanting more sweet noises to fall from his adorable mouth.

"Oh Pesci, go slowly ok? I want to feel ever- AAahhn!!" You're cut off as he sinks in halfway, His cock is thick and the stretch stings a little but soon the sting ebbs away and pleasure replaces it. You feel his member slowly bury itself deeper and deeper inside you and you can't help the long breathless moan that leaves your lips. Pesci goes slowly like you asked and you can tell its killing him, once buried to the hilt you feel some of the tension leave his body but he's still rigid. His eyes are screwed shut and his brow is sweaty as he desperately tries to hold his hips in place, it’s so adorable, he’s just like an obedient little puppy the way he follows your instructions without even arguing. 

You roll your hips and relish in the deliciously animalistic noises Pesci makes, his own hips stutter violently as you tease him by wrapping your legs around him. He opens one eye to peer at you and nearly yelps at the devilish grin on your face, a smile like the one you’re wearing can only mean the poor man is in for one hell of a teasing session but you're in a more submissive mood than your expression lets on. 

You give him a chaste kiss and nod to him, signaling the all clear to start fucking you but before you even have time to blink Pesci yanks your legs off his hips and presses them to your shoulders, lightning fast as all your teammates usually are at this time of the year. You barely have time to adjust to this new position before Pesci’s hips begin violently slamming into your own, your head swims with the newfound sensations this position brings you.

You claw at his back as Pesci drives himself as deeply into your core as he can, you feel his growl rumble through his chest as he loses himself to the heat of your slick centre engulfing him. The ground practically shakes from the force of Pesci's thrusts and you're left wondering if you'll even be able to walk after this, you don't get to dwell on that thought though as you feel the knot of his cock begin to catch on your inner walls.

Somehow Pesci rams his cock into you with even more force as his orgasm approaches and you find your ability to speak coherently is lost as jumbled words and moans fall from your lips. You're desperately trying to hold on to your lucidity as you feel powerful waves of pleasure slam into your body, your sex practically a vice on the now mostly swollen knot inside you.

Pesci buries his face into your neck and latches onto your shoulder with his sharp canines as the euphoria of his own orgasm crashes over him, painting your insides white with his cum.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath, Pesci still has yet to release his jaws from your shoulder. When you start to wriggle underneath him he finally realizes that he's basically crushing you into the floor amd moves to release you from his grip.

Your legs flop down unceremoniously and you pant like you've just run a marathon, eyes still hazy and unfocused from your incredible climax. Pesci stares down at you like you're a goddess, a very sweaty and cum filled goddess. When the reality of what he'd just done finally dawns on him you swear you can see the steam radiating off his beet red face.

You giggle and and reach your arms up to him, mewling and shifting a little as his knot rubs your overly sensitive insides. Pesci gently lowers himself back down, careful not to disturb your still connected lower halves too much as he wraps you in a sweaty hug.

You sigh into his neck as you nuzzle back into his embrace, yawning a little and closing your eyes, basking in the post-coital bliss.

Of course you know this won't last, as soon as his swelling goes down and you are released from his knot you're going to be scooped up and whisked off for some more feral fucking from yet another one of your teammates. But you don't pay that much mind right now, at the moment you're content to just cuddle your adorable Pesci as his tail gently thumps the ground behind him.

[polygamyff]

39. Part 3

Looking up from my phone, Leon is eyeballing me because I honestly don’t want to meet these people but I ain’t got the choice. Placing my phone in my pocket turning the corner, and they are already staring, I shouldn’t have been late. Everyone may be staring but Robyn’ stare is burning a hole through my face “he’s here, he went with Leon to get some jeans” Terry said, walking slowly towards the table. There is about ten people here, like this is a lot for me “come Maurice” Terry is doing more of the introduction than Robyn is “so this is Maurice, Robyn’ fiancé. So come, let’s go around the table” Robyn is not happy at all and I am trying to not look at her “this is Gloria my sister” Terry’ sister is totally different, I do remember her “ooohh it’s the infamous Maurice, I have been waiting to meet you come here” she got up and hugged me “I think I do remember you, you spoke a lot that time” she is the loud mouth one “just say it, I am a loud mouth but that is just me. Good to see you, oh he is handsome Robyn. I knew my niece would be coming home with someone handsome and rich too, yesss girl” I laughed moving “you already on that wine sis” Terry said “and this is younger sister, Precious. I mean I say younger, but she is my little sister” now she looks like Terry “I can see, she looks like you. You are very precious; I can see where Robyn gets the beauty from” hugging her “thank you” she said “you ain’t ever say that to me?” Gloria piped up “I mean it to you all, y’all very beautiful. So is that it? Y’all the aunties, we got more?” stepping back.

Terry grabbed my arm “this is my parents Maurice, mom this Maurice. This is Robbie’ fiancé” she is old “don’t get up, it’s ok. I will come down to you” I don’t want her to get up “oh hello there, I have been asking to meet you” hugging Robyn’ grandmother and then crouching down “oh ok, he is cute. You’re just like me light skinned, you are marrying my grandbaby. You treat her well for me please, she is my daughter’ only baby, please be nice” nodding my head smiling “I got you, it’s nice to meet you. I can’t wait for you to see my family too, they will love you” Terry tapped my shoulder “my mom is called Kathryn, she is old and can be forgetful at times. This is my dad” getting up from my position, Terry’ dad got up and he is tall as hell. He looks about the same age as my dad I would say “I am Colin” shaking his hand “Maurice” he is not amused “so this is the young man Terry” he is squeezing my hand “yes dad, he is a good guy” he can let my hand go “I will be the judge of that” he turned back around after letting my hand go and sat down, he is hard “oh dad, and these are my nephew and nieces, they all grew up together with Robyn, come on Malik” that name, my brother’ name “he’s been asking about meeting you, he is here now. This is my nephew; he’s just turned nineteen now” Terry nephew got up from his seat “meet me? Why am I famous?” he is so red, it’s funny “you got my brother’ name, good to meet you Malik” shaking his hand, he is shy “you’re super cool, like you got a super cool life” I laughed “I wouldn’t say that, it’s ok” I shrugged “trust Robyn to find a man that is rich as fuck, I said it to her. She been waiting out” one of her cousins said, looking over at Robyn she just smiled.

I have no idea where I am sitting, that shit was long as fuck “move along now, let Maurice sit next to Robyn” Robyn hasn’t even got up to hug me or even interact with me “sit here” one of the cousin’ got up “thank you” I am sat across from her grandparents, this is just great “I am sitting down, calm down there little mama” Reign is an emotional mess, she is reaching out and attacking Robyn for holding her back. Sitting down on the chair shuffling in “Qué pasa mi amor? Come here” taking Reign from Robyn “no llores ahora baby, I love you” placing Reign on my lap, she is such a drama queen about things. Using my hand to wipe her tears, looking over at Robyn “are you still angry with me?” I asked her, she has got a face like thunder “you were late” she said in a whisper “I was shopping to buy things, what did you want me to do? It’s like I really can’t win” Robyn looked over at me “you ran out of the house because you didn’t want to discuss what you started with Shawn” rolling my eyes sighing out, she is still on it. I quickly changed my face because her grandparents are staring at me “I am hungry, let’s eat! We been waiting on you” someone said “you should have ate, I am not that hungry” I am really not feeling food “you need it, when I met you that time you was more chubby, it’s ok Terry has said” nodding my head slowly at Gloria, she is going to be a problem with saying things.

This family and ordering food is painful, like it’s just too much “what about you, what do you want to eat?” Precious asked, I pointed at myself “me?” I am just not bothered, looking up at the server “erm” I didn’t even look at the menu “do you have Calamari?” The server walked around the table “I can show you on the menu, see if it is something you would want” nodding my head, Reign moved in my lap and turned to me, here she goes with my beard, she looks to pull it or pat it “so we have Calamari here, if you would like to pick any” the server reached over my shoulder and pointed “mhmm, honestly I just can’t be bothered. You pick for me, you select the best you have” looking up at the server “he will have Risotto Paveron” Robyn said and grabbed my menu “yeah that” I agreed, she is angry with me and she will not just calm down “any drink sir?” she asked “your finest-” Robyn cut me off “water” she said on my behalf “or water, I mean why not” shaking my head, looking down at Reign being nice and patting my beard “what are you like, now you are being nice to me” picking her up so she is stood on her legs facing me “Te ves hermosa tu vestido, wow! Mi amor. The dress is beautiful” Reign smiled and spat her pacifier out “yes, show me the gummy smile” bringing her closer to me and kissing the side of her face “you know Spanish?” moving Reign to the side a little, looking over at Gloria “uh yes, I lived there with my dad throughout my childhood” sitting Reign down “oh that is different, you’re not doing that with Robyn are you?” shaking my head “no, well when I was born in Texas. My dad took me to be with him, I grew up with my nanny, she was bilingual, and I just picked it up. I lived in Spain, I turned teenager and my mom wanted me to be here so yeah, I came back to America” they all look amazed, it’s just nothing different to me “I heard that your home in Texas has twenty bedrooms, is that right?” looking down the table “erm, yes it does. I can tell you I never saw any of my siblings barely” I pulled a face at Reign, she yanked my damn beard, I knew that was coming “why would anyone want a big home like that?” looking over at Colin “well we lived in another home and then my dad built that, we use it to host a lot of parties, we have a lot of guests come over. I guess if you make your money you want to retire in your palace, so he did” Colin seems like a hater to me already “seems silly to me” I shrugged “I read that you have like six jets?” this kid knows “uhm, I did. I have two now, well one is mine and other is my dad’. We cut down on it, well I did. My dad gifted it to me” someone is also asking something; I can’t keep up “will my niece get that?” looking at Gloria “don’t ask that” Robyn said “I need to know, does that also include family” I laughed “erm it does, she knows” Robyn shook her head “I don’t want to mention that, can we not do that” Robyn said.

I was going to answer “well I think it’s good we know you are being looked after there Robyn” Colin said “what makes you think I wouldn’t look after Robyn, like I don’t do that now?” I questioned “I heard your dad likes people to sign things, I heard that for us to go to this wedding we need to sign a disclaimer” nodding my head “you do, welcome to the rich and famous. Do you want me to just lie on you, I’m not. If you coming then you sign something” my dad is covering my back, I never thought of this “why? Is it because you are married to another woman so no, you’re hiding my grandchild like a bad secret, I don’t like that she is marrying a man as cocky as you” shaking my head “cocky? I haven’t done anything to you, I can’t help what I was born into. You know what if you are so upset about signing anything then don’t come, I don’t care. I’m still marrying her. I am not cocky, it’s just confidence” I knew this was going to be some bullshit “I will come and I won’t sign shit, Robyn you should not be marrying a man that is married already let alone allow him and his money to bully you into moving there? That poor little girl does not know what she is born into, greed. I have been around long enough to know about the Davenport family, long before you Maurice. It’s sickening, and how could you get my granddaughter pregnant knowing full well what you had, selfish man. You are no different to your family, your family have put people out of business, took business from your own people! You don’t care, you are kiss ass to these white people but to your own people you have destroyed them. Your great grandfather killed for this hotel business; I know” he pointed at me “is the food here?” Robyn’ grandmother said, I am not even going to say anything, nobody else to tell him to shut up.

The food arrived and Colin is still passing on bad looks to me, Reign won’t leave my lap at all and Shawn is not texting me back. I am trying to get him to get me out of this, I want to go but I need him to come and get me “you’re not going to eat?” Robyn speaks to me, my phone started to ring. Answering the phone quickly “yeah” I said, “that bad for you?” Shawn said “for real, I am not even joking with you” I can’t say much “so the family don’t want you then, I am outside with Nalah actually, but I have been saying it to her. She says you need to stick it out, you walk out that will make you look bad and everything. Nalah thinks you should show them you ain’t going anywhere, you know what I am coming in now. I am just going pass you something, but I just want to scope out these people, hold on” he disconnected the call, he wants me sit with these people still, is Nalah stupid just like him. Looking over at the door and Shawn walked in, I got up straight away “what is Shawn doing here?” Robyn said, pushing the chair back and fixing Reign in my arms “sorry, I just need to speak to Maurice. Important, sorry” Shawn said, I am glad to get out of here. Walking by Shawn to go outside “I think I see him” Shawn said behind me, walking outside “Maurice” Nalah said “don’t Maurice me, you told Robyn about Vegas when he fucking told me, I didn’t know anything about it” Nalah laughed “I am sorry, I didn’t know. What is happening in there?” passing Reign to Nalah “happening? Her grandfather is going at me about the family, saying how bad we are. We don’t support black people; we kiss white ass and that. Shawn, light a cigarette for me quick. And then telling me he won’t sign the disclaimer, Robyn is not speaking to me and she didn’t take up for me, left me there to just be ripped apart and I didn’t really say anything back, out of respect. I like to runaway from these issues, but I am sat there as bait” Shawn held the cigarette out to me “thank you” I said while taking it from him “he hates us that much? Wow, well Reign is a Davenport so what now? Robyn said nothing to tell him off?” shaking my head blowing the smoke out from my lips “I thought she knew, I am sorry. Shawn didn’t really explain, but I don’t think you should run. Go back there and you may be the only Davenport there but you take up for yourself, you go back” placing the cigarette between my lips shaking my head, I knew this would happen.

Walking back into the restaurant, Nalah is right I can’t run from this. I mean it’s one old man “are you ok?” Terry asked “yeah I’m fine, just needed to do some business talk” seeing Reign’ milk bottle out on the table, reaching over and grabbing the bottle “I will get this warmed up” anything to not sit with them, making my way around the table “warm your bottle up, you must be hungry huh” I love this little girl so much, my whole heart “is everything ok?” the server that is serving us asked “I need the bottle warmed up please, and honestly you can do the arm test business because I don’t know” she laughed “I will do that for her, you can sit down I can bring it. She is so beautiful” I grinned “thank you, mami. This nice lady is going to bring your bottle over ok” Reign is staring at the server “you giving judgemental looks again, she gets this from her mom because I am sure if I look over now she will be giving the same face” Reign and Robyn need to stop “erm, you are correct. I will get this done” I am glad she looked at Robyn and not me “let’s go and sit back” making my way back to the table “your food is going to be mad cold” Robyn’ cousin Malik said “I be acting like I don’t need it don’t I?” I laughed “I ain’t say it, you did” he is a good kid, sitting back down “why are you not eating?” Robyn asked “you just allowed your family to humiliate my family, your family soon to be and not say anything” I said in a whisper “he’s my granddad, I am not going to be rude to him” shuffling my chair in “then drop it” I said.

The table is pretty much very quiet now, good because they are all full of shit “I am not trying to be rude to you Maurice but to hear my granddaughter to be marrying you under such circumstances, I was shocked, a little sad. And I don’t really agree with it, but Terry does. She said you’re a good man but seeing you I would whoop your ass, they all may be blind but I see right through you” staring at Robyn “you feel the same way, you ain’t spoken in so long. You know what actually come to think of it, Terry did say you was a vocal man but said that you would be there for me. Nobody likes us, you’re just another on the list old man. You want that at the wedding?” I pointed at him “I wouldn’t let my own father speak on you like that and I love that man, you letting him speak to me like shit, huh? Still mad about Vegas. You know what, how about you just don’t come” looking at Colin “for my grandchild I would” shaking my head “who’s next? Gloria, I heard you have a big mouth” looking over at her “my father just doesn’t like the fact you’re married still and marrying Robyn, I think it’s just the first meet. I think you seem like a great guy” nodding my head “I want to go” getting up from the chair “either you take me Leon or I can get an Uber” getting my phone out from my pocket “Leon wants to finish eating” pressing my phone to my ear “calm down old man” he hates my guts, my dad must have fucked his wife “Andrew, hey. I am like down the road, come and pick me up” I am down the road from his restaurant “oh really, I will come out” least I know I got some contacts “where are you wanting to go” he asked “I don’t know yet, I’m walking out now. Leon stay, I am going” walking off “Terry, please. I was set up to listen to this bullshit, I don’t want to know, Andrew I am coming” disconnecting the call, I don’t want to know.

Staring out of the window seeing a Bentley pull up, watching Maurice get inside the car and I grabbed my wine glass. Downing the contents and placing the glass back on the table, he has gone now. I have so much shit going on in my mind that I didn’t want this, I didn’t want the arguments. I mean even I don’t see these; I don’t meet them; I haven’t allowed Reign to see the family because I knew how they felt but here we are. I have this shit with Thomas, my dad being someone else, this wedding, Maurice wanting to go Vegas and planning this, I refuse to let him go and he ran off about it and now this. My mom did this, Maurice wanted me to say something but what can I say. I don’t feel anything, I am pretty numb still, but I am the bad person “Robyn, I would have taken him. You know that” Leon sat next to me “I am not saying anything” I mumbled “Robyn, I love you so much. When I say find you a good man, I meant a good man. I can see through him; he is not good. He is a spoilt rich man; he gets what he wants. Who does he think he is, marrying you. You are the second wife; you are better than that. Did you hold on for that?” wiping my tears that fell “I held on to find a man that loves me, yes you are right. Someone that didn’t lie to me like everyone else, you all lied to me though. You all knew about Thomas, hmm? Granddad, you lied to me too. You were so horrible to him when you are also bad, you lied to me. Knowing Thomas was nothing to me, then Thomas continued to bully my mom, he’s not here now but I didn’t want you to meet Maurice. I knew this was going to happen, mommy said the negativity you were giving out but for me you wouldn’t say anything” I sniffled trying to not cry too much “that is because your real father was no good, and you found another no good man. Just like your mother” I can’t even take this; I need to go “I need the toilet” let me just calm myself down.

Drying off my hands with the paper towel “Robbie” my mom said, I knew my mom would come but I rather my mom then anyone else “yes?” throwing the paper towel in the trash “I did warn the family, I did warn my dad to not say anything but he is stubborn, he has been waiting to say something. I know Maurice seems like we haven’t said anything to him but what can we do, he will just get more abrupt” nodding my head “what can I say, half of my life has been a lie and I feel like sitting with these people do I even know them, I have so much going on right now. I am trying to move forward about everything but it’s hard, and then Maurice wanting to go to Vegas, well planning or whatever now he’s walked off. I am just not with it, it’s like a few days ago Thomas was my dad, now I can’t even bring myself to even say dad, I am just in shock still but hey, it’s whatever, I guess. As long as your family attack Maurice, now I am getting it in the neck for it. He thinks we set him up, huh. Tell me mom, help me” my mom looked at me in sadness “Robbie, baby. This was hard on you, I never expected you to be over it in a few days, I have felt the change in you, I have felt the sadness in you, and I understand this. A lot is happening right now, I feel it is being rushed and Maurice is pushing for it a lot. This is his choice and yours also, I think with Maurice wanting to go Vegas, he has just gotten better but this is something you both need to talk about, and I need you to be a woman about it. I don’t like Maurice has gone and you both aren’t getting along. I just wanted to come and give you a hug, I feel you have so much on” my mom walked over to me “yeah” hugging my mom as she held me, I hate he has gone though.

Sitting back down on chair, everyone is looking at me like I have anything to say to them “I don’t know why he even left Robyn, I honestly don’t get it. He barely said a word to him” Aunt Gloria said “he said a whole lot about his family, you all just couldn’t do it for me knowing the shit I am going through now. He didn’t deserve what you said, no matter how you felt about his family I will be getting married into that family, my daughter is their family and at the end of the day. You hate that family business so much when my daughter is the heir, you didn’t think of that did you. I am surprised he kept quiet through it, but this has caused a lot of shit for me! Not any of you but for me, now he is blaming me saying I did nothing, none of you thought of me when my mom said what not to say or do” I am so angry with them “she is the what?” my granddad said “what?” I said back “you said heir?” nodding my head “Reign will be the one to take that company, the company you hate so much. His family are very secretive, his dad researched me, he didn’t trust me and you think they going to welcome you guys with open arms, now that you have said and done this Maurice won’t want you there” they just made things hard “and you would allow that to happen? When I said I see through that man I mean it, the worst thing you are doing for your daughter is putting that burden on her to be that? She is barely one, Robyn what are you doing? Is that what you want to be known as in life, Maurice Davenport second wife?” my mom got up from her seat “enough, enough of this. Leave my daughter alone, she does not need this. Come on” I am tired.

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 56

Tourmanager..come on, where was she? Could they get out of that huge van any slower? Sean..oh there she was, he hurried over to her “didn't you get my e-mail?” and gently grabbed her arm, “Ok Jay, you really need to stop?!” she yanked her arm free again and gave him a pair of big, rolling eyes before she walked inside with the rest. He had to catch up with her again “what is your problem?” he pushed her inside one of the first dressingrooms “my problem? Boy I'm glad I didn't say yes to marrying you!”. Jared was taken aback, his mouth forming a silent 'O', it hurt like a motherfucker “really?” his sad blues drilled into hers, melting her frozen heart “no..no of course not, I'm just..” she hesitated. “Maybe you shouldn't propose to me when I'm ovulating” she said with a deadpan expression on her face, defusing the situation instantly, a big smile formed on his face “what?”, the tension went right out of the door together with her seriousness “you heard me, yes I'm ovulating and yes I'm going completely bonkers and my hormones are all over the place and no you really shouldn't be asking me those type of questions that time of the month” she rolled her eyes dramatically but her heart was smiling again. Jared walked up to her “so, does that mean I can ask you all the other times of the month?” and stopped until they were toe to toe, his hands carefully looking for a spot to land on, “don't push your luck!” she mumbled when his hands ended up on her hips. “I know it's healthy to argue for a couple, but I don't want to fight anymore, I can't take it, I was this close to cancelling the show tonight” he scrunched up his nose, he just wanted to kiss her, “oh Jay, if you can't take arguing then you shouldn't be in a relationship, nobody can see eye to eye all the time” she ran her hands up and down over his muscular upper arms, he didn't say anything, he just smiled and kissed the hell out of her.

Sean had been hovering around that dressingroom for a while so as soon as she headed out of the room, he caught up with her “you know, we're one man, or woman, short tonight, d'you wanna come up?”. The fear in her eyes when she looked at him was unmistakeable, “I don't know..uhm..” she stammered, she hadn't forgotten that he was the reason she nearly plummeted to the ground because he'd rather have her dead than with Jared. What was she to do? She wanted to make herself useful and seeing a show from the top of the venue was so much cooler than just watching from the side of the stage “I'll think about it and let you know” she quickly mumbled as Jared appeared behind them. Sean quickly shrugged and nodded “fine yeah”, seeing Jared made him hurry back to the stage, “what did he want?” Jared's arm snuck around her waist, “he wants me to go up there, they're one light guy short and he wants me to do it”. Jared took a deep breath “I don't care what he wants, what do you want?” the voice of reason she liked so much was back, hallelujah, “I would love to do it, it's a great idea but..” she pushed her hands deep in her pockets and looked at her feet. “You want to do it, but not with him around” he finished her answer, this boyfriend of her's was one in a million, he sounded like he could solve every puzzle in her life, “Yeah” she covered the hand resting on her hip with hers “I guess I still don't trust him”. Jared threw his arms around her and kissed her softly “and you have every reason not to, so you'll go up there and I'll make sure he gets a job on the ground with the videowalls, how does that sound?” he breathed against her lips, “perfect!..thanks Jay” she sighed, god it felt good to feel that weight lifting from her shoulders. “You're welcome, I think it's really hot to have my future wife swinging in ropes above my head” he grinned and slapped her butt, “whaaatttt?” she raised her hands in despair as she walked away “you're a dirrrrty man, Leto” her hiccupping laughter curled around his heart “but hey, I like it”.

And one, two..the first deafening drums of 'Monolith', and the wall that was still closed lit up like a funky Christmas tree, yes...yesyesyes! High above the ground a shiver down her spine felt even more intense than down there, was it the first time she saw how truly beautiful and amazing this all was? Her work, the colours, the monolith that would slowly start to rise in a few seconds..ok focus now, don't get distracted by the thunderous roar of the crowd, she looked down greeted by a wave and a kiss that was blown up to her, he looked as ridiculous as gorgeous in that beautiful dark, richly embroidered, velvet cape. Giggling she watched him dissapear inside the cube..and with the lift of so much colourful weight the room exploded, from now on full focus on the show, which was damn hard to do if your lover was driving all the hungry, starstruck women down there crazy. Look at her, I could have been up there with her..a man can dream right that she would even be remotely interested in me, right? no don't go there again, she's with him now, do I like that? Hell no! But I guess I have to accept it, for now..they're not gonna last, of course not..this relationship had disaster written all over it, let them run their course and once that is done..BAM! Make sure you're on the scene with a big, masculine shoulder to cry on and Bob's your uncle! Just don't fuck it up like you did last time, be patient and everything will sort itself out. Mr. High-and-Mighty there on that stage won't be so high and mighty then, he won't know what hit him, me, her best friend since forever, will be the victor, not that pompous ass with his ridiculous outfits that had to cover up the fact that the music sucked big time.

”Jay, come on man..” Shannon gestured at his brother to keep up after the show but he only stared at the ceiling “just a minute” he mumbled watching her walk the narrow beam that would lead her down again.  Why did he always hold his breath until he watched her hands curl around the sides of the rope ladder? Why? Because it would be unbearable to see her tumble to the ground again, he would rather die than see that happen again, she was a part of him, if anything happened to her, it happened to him, simple as that. “Oumpfhh” she skipped the last few steps and just jumped down where she was greeted by Jared who threw his arms around her and kissed her damp forehead “whoooaa, don't! I'm sweaty” it was damn hot up there and she longed for a shower, ugh he was still sweaty too. “So? Maybe we can take a shower together?” he mumbled, in the corner of her eye she could see the crew make gagging gestures, “of course we can, you in your shower and me in mine, these dressing rooms aren't exactly private” she giggled and rolled her eyes. Jared seemed to come back to earth “fine, have it your way, but you're all mine later on” he groaned, “yo kids, come one, time to party” Shannon whistled and rolled his eyes.

“Hey..” Sean jumped in front of her as she stepped out of the bathroom, that shower had been amazing “told you you'd do great”, startled she pulled the towel a little tighter around her, what the hell happened to the promise that he wasn't even allowed around her?. “Sean, I really don't think this is the place or the time, how did you even get in here?” she quickly scanned the room, did I forget to lock that damn door? Whatever, he wasn't supposed to be in here, just try and act cool, whatever you do don't let him see your unease and fear, people like him thrived on it. “Everyone was waiting for you and they got a bit fed up so I told them to head on out and I'd wait for you”, what? And Jared left too? No that wasn't possible, he just wouldn't let that happen. Sean walked up to her, what the fuck, stay away “that's sweet, Sean..but if you don't mind I would really love to get some clothes on now” don't stammer, don't let him see you're getting really uncomfortable. “Hey honey, you still in the shower, got room for one more?” the door flew open and Jared grinning from ear to ear appeared, “what the..” he immediately stopped in his tracks and the grin instantly disappeared from his face. His eyes flew from Coco to Sean “Sean, could you give us a minute, please?” he scraped his throat, his voice sounded supercalm but she could feel a storm brewing, please don't let him take it out on me again, this is not my fault. “Uhh yeah, of course..” Sean just gave a little shrug and left the room , hands casually in his pockets like nothing had happened, when the door closed Harper exhaled deeply., trouble, yeah definitely trouble ahead.

For a few seconds all that could be heard was the faint buzzing of the lamps above their heads, his eyes seemed to grow darker “what the..?” his eyes scanned her semi-naked body up and down. “What the fuck was he doing in here? You're practically naked, I swear I'm about to lose my shit! Who let him in here?” he was practically fuming with anger. “I hope you're not even suggesting that I let him in, because I didn't! I just got out of the shower and there he was..” there was a tremble to her voice “now can I just get dressed?” she went bright red like she was embarrassed and on the verge of crying. “Hey” he slowly walked up to her trying to follow her eyes that avoided any form of contact while she reached for her clothes and stuffed her two arms in the same sleeve at once, that's how agitated she was. “Hey..wait..Harper? Coco? Look at me..come on look at me?” he grabbed her shoulders, the shirt thrown to the floor in frustration and anger, “I didn't initiate anything if that's what you're thinking Jared” the anger and dissapointment in her eyes was almost unbearable. “That's not what I'm saying, not at all! Do you hear me?” he kissed her forehead as she wiped the tears of frustation from her eyes, “I guess I don't, Jared, so what are you really saying? I'm so done with all this bickering and these accusations, I should have stayed at home, far far away from here!” she sniffed and rubbed her hands. “I'm not accusing you of anything, darling, really I'm not, I'm just shocked to waltz in here thinking to do delicious things to my girl under the shower, only to find that freak here talking to my half naked girlfriend. “I mean if it were the other way round, I bet you would freak out too” he made her sit down and put his arms around her, his chin resting on her head while it found the contact with his chest she so needed right now. “He said the rest of you were fed up waiting for me, and he wanted to check on me..it's like I'm causing trouble wherever I go, when all I want to do is paint, not being on tour chased by some lunatic who I used to think was a friend” she sighed, the slight touch of her lips brushing against the skin of his chest was intoxicating. “I want whatever you want, I just want you to be happy, I was just hoping you'd be happy here on tour with me” she felt his voice vibrate through his skin and she suddenly felt all warm and fuzzy, what was she saying? Of course she was happy “Listen, I'm happy, I'm happy wherever you are, and maybe I'm overreacting but somehow I just feel caged, a golden cage definitely but it's still a cage”. It was hard to hear her say that, “so, you want to go back to New York?” please say no, say no, change your mind and stay here with me, “of course I do” his heart plummethed right to his feet when he heard her say that “but not without you, so I'm staying right here with you and out of Sean's way”. Jared pulled back a little so she had to look up and he could let his lips crash down on hers “I love you, you know that?” he breathed against her lips, “I know, and I love you too, just start trusting me and stop being so insecure, it doesn't suit you” Harper folded her hands around his neck. “Point taken, now get dressed so we can go get a drink before I can rip them back off of you” he grinned, “ah, now we're talking, the promise of booze and sex, I like it” she jumped out of his arms, rushing to get her clothes on with a giggle.

[mattygraygubler]

Y/N Stark, Ch. 1

Chapter one! Yay! Hope you guys enjoy this. It’s rather short, I wanted to get it out as soon as possible. 

Warning: nothing, maybe binge drinking? 

Your vision was blurry and the buttons on the keypad of the door to Stark Tower seemed to be moving and blinking. 

You took a deep breath, trying to pick the right numbers. After what felt like an hour, you heard FRIDAY say “Too many failed attempts. Please confirm identity.” 

“Stark comma Y/N” you slurred. FRIDAY scanned your face, and despite the heavy makeup the door unlocked and you pushed your way in. 

It was nearly 3 a.m., so you tried to be as quiet as you could, but finding your way to the elevator was incredibly difficult. You made your way up to your room, putting on a pair of underwear and a tank top. No one should be awake, but even if they were, you didn’t care. 

You stumbled out of your room, going to the elevator once more and finding your way to the kitchen. 

You grabbed the bag of pretzels from the cabinet a chocolate pudding from the fridge, sitting on the floor and dipping the pretzels in the pudding like you did when you were seven. 

It wasn’t long until you heard a crash and someone curse under their breath. You peeked your head over the counter and saw a hooded figure approaching from down the hall. You quietly grabbed a knife from the drawer and crawled around the island as the figure entered the kitchen. 

You seemed to sober up instantaneously. Stark Tower may be filled with Avengers and superheroes, but who's to stay that would stop someone from breaking in and trying to kill you? 

You steadied your breathing as the figure approached the fridge. If you weren’t drunk, maybe you would have thought that an intruder probably wouldn’t go straight to the fridge, but it didn’t matter. 

You slowly got to your feet, approaching the figure who you now realize was taller than you. You held the knife, grabbed the figure by their shoulder, turned them around, pushing their back against the fridge with your knife pressed to their throat. 

“WOAH!” the figure exclaimed with his hands up. 

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” You said. 

“Uhm I’m uh Peter Parker, I’m an Avenger, well I think I am, Mr. Stark hasn’t totally confirmed that-” “What?” You said. This person may claim to be an Avenger, but he couldn’t be more than 17. 

“Y/N?” the boy said. 

“Do I know you?” 

“You’re Mr. Stark’s daughter, I’m Peter Parker,” “You said that, but I don’t know who the hell you are.” “I’m Spider-Man.” “Spider-Man?” “...Yes? You don’t know who I am?” 

“You say you’re an Avenger?” He nodded with difficulty as your knife was still digging into his throat. “Prove it.” He lifted his hand and shot a white net-like material from his hand. 

“Not what I meant, dumbass. Anyone can have superpowers these days. Tell me something only an avenger would know.” “Natasha’s favorite food is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” You processed this information, realizing he was right, and lowered the knife. 

“Spider-Boy?” “Man, actually. Only Thor calls me Spider-Boy.” Your breath hitched when you heard him say Thor, who you’ve had the biggest crush on since he first joined the Avengers and made it thunderstorm one night to make you feel better. You loved thunderstorms. 

“First Ant-Man, now you? How many insect hybrids are we going to get stuck with,” his eyes lowered when you said stuck with. 

You backed up and stumbled over the bag of pretzels on the floor, still being incredibly wasted, you would’ve fell if Peter didn’t catch your arm and pull you up. You realized you were face-to-face, your bodies pressed against each other. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked, his eyes widening. 

“What do you care?” “You’re, like, 17! That’s super illegal.” You rolled your eyes, pulling your arm out of his grasp. 

“So? If you’re hot, nobody cares how old you are.”

“That’s super problematic,” he commented.

“Whatever, I turn 18 in less than a month and then everything will be quite legal.” “Well, except the drinking.” 

“Who gives a fuck? What are you doing here anyway?” 

“Uhm my Aunt and her boyfriend were uhm being rather… loud. I figured I’d escape here but I forgot the door passcode so I just used the window. I didn’t realize anybody would be awake. Hey, are you ok?” You were swaying side to side, the effects of the alcohol taking control of your body. 

“Don’t… feel good…” You stuttered before you collapsed. Peter caught you again, but this time you were completely unconcious. Peter cursed under his breath, not sure what to do. He was aware of how little clothing you were wearing, and how suspicious it would look if you were seen carrying Mr. Stark’s daughter to her room passed out, wearing nothing but underwear and a very see-through tank top. 

Regardless, he swung you into his arms bridal-style as if you weighed nothing, just one of the perks of super-strength. He knew that your room was on the 14th floor, as Mr. Stark has reminded him multiple times that that floor is female-residence only. 

It wasn’t long before Peter found your room, a sign that said “No supernatural beings allowed under ANY circumstances!” taped to the door. He pushed it open, layed you in bed, and covered you with a blanket. Worried that you would throw up in your sleep, he went to his room and returned in his PJs and with a blanket from his room, soon falling asleep on your floor. 

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Y/N woke with a pounding headache. The blackout curtains were doing their job, shrouding the room in darkness to the point where Y/N couldn’t see. You knew the path to the bathroom well enough, but as you made your way across your room, you stumbled over something large on the floor, falling on top of whatever it was. 

Or, whoever it was, for the thing below you was clearly a body, a body that groaned with your weight on top of it, waking whoever it is up. 

You told FRIDAY to turn on the lights, which blinded you for a second. Once your eyes had adjusted, you realized it was Spider-Boy, who had slept on your floor and now had his hands on your waist, his eyes staring into yours. 

Once again, you were within kissing distance to this bizzare boy you had only just met. 

“Good morning,” he said with a laugh. His voice was raspy, and for a second you thought it was sexy, but you quickly moved that thought from your head. 

“Is there a reason you’re on top of me?” He asked, red creeping into his cheeks, and breaking eye contact with you. 

“Is there a reason you’re on my floor? You know, I can’t remember last night at all, but if we fucked you could’ve done the normal thing and slept in my bed and left at the crack of dawn like a gentleman.” This made Peter’s eyes grow wide and he pushed you off him, sitting up and crossing his legs. 

“Woah… Woah woah,” he said. “I didn’t - we didn’t, uhm, make uhhh I mean have-” 

“We didn’t have sex?” You asked. He violently shook his head. “Good. You’re not my type. I would’ve had to seriously reevaluate my choices.” 

“Uhm, wow, that’s… I’m not really sure what to do with that.” You shrugged, sitting up and facing him. 

“I’m not your type?” He asked. You shook your head. “So what is?” Immediately the God of Thunder came to mind and you blushed. “Not you.” You said curtly, getting to your feet and looking around the room for sweatpants and a sweatshirt, as it was freezing in your room. 

“So why were you on my floor?” Peter cleared his throat, getting to his feet, and once again avoiding looking at you. 

“Well you were rather, uhm, intoxicated and you passed out and I didn’t want, you know, anything bad to happen.” “Bad?” 

“Like choking on your own vomit or something. I heard that can happen.” You laughed, causing him to look at you perplexed. 

“I don’t need some kid looking after me. I can very well take care of myself, thank you very much.” “Well you seemed to need help last night.” He said. You were taken aback, unsure where this confidence came from. 

“Relax. It would not be the first time an Avenger found me passed out on the floor of the kitchen.” 

“Well then,” Peter said, clearing his throat again. “I should, uh, go.” “Yeah, you should.” You said. This boy was very quickly starting to get on your nerves. Who does he think he is, taking care of you? You could very well take care of yourself, this wasn’t the 1800s. You don’t need some dumb super-boy saving you. 

“Bye Pablo.” 

“Peter,” he corrected. 

“Like it matters.” You said with a snort. 

[pcndemoniums]

He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Roman was on his mind the entire drive home. His head was filled with scenarios and possibilities for the future and he felt his heart growing in his chest. For the first time in a very long time, Benny was hopeful and looking forward to a date. Each time he dated before he always felt uninterested, like he was doing it more as a chore than anything else. His family’s insistence that he tried to move on and find love again was the only driving force behind his attempts at dating. Each time he sat there to try and have a conversation with someone he always ended up thinking of roman. Always comparing the two. The more he dated, the more he realized that no one could compare to the one guy he wanted to be with. The guy he lost because of his recklessness and stupidity. All that was about to change though, or at least he wanted to believe that it could change. That this was the second chance he had been waiting for.

It was a good thing that he had an open afternoon or he would have not been able to concentrate at all. “Where’s your head at?” Green eyes looked up towards his brother who sat across from him in the restaurant they were at. “I - uhm - I saw Roman today.” Maybe it was a little premature to start talking about his ex boyfriend and going out on a date with him but he trusted his siblings. “What? How - what happened?” The question made him smile, nervously. Benny proceeded to tell Jack about what happened. How he had been sent to Roman’s home for counseling and how it all turned up to be an amazing coincidence. “And we’re going out tonight. For dinner and drinks.” Jack smiled back, reaching over to give him a shoulder squeeze. “That’s my baby bro. Getting back on that horse.” Benny chuckled, taking a sip of his lemonade and clearing his throat. “It’s just a dinner thing - don’t read much into it.” Yeah, cause he wasn’t? Bullshit.

After lunch Benny went home and decided to take a small nap. this was better than sitting around and wait anxiously for the time to leave. When he woke up he still had two hours before he had to go. When he wakes up he is surprised to find out he has a huge boner. Was he dreaming of someone in particular? Was it the excitement of seeing Roman again? Whatever it was Benny had to take care of it before running out the door to prevent it from happening at the wrong time. So - he got himself off nice and slow. Eyes closed as he remembered the way Roman felt like when he was on top of him, kissing him, touching him, fucking him. Noise rushing through his ears and his breathing stopped as toe-curling pleasure ripped through him, white hot and perfect. Benny felt a little ashamed for this, especially now that he was about to see him and spend time with him. Well, it’s not like Roman will ever find out, right?

Shower, brush teeth, get dressed, fix hair - the hair was very important. Put some nice cologne. Make it look casual. Like he didn’t want to show up looking like he wanted to score but just nice enough to make Roman want to score with him. Nerves were eating him up, which was why he had taken off earlier than needed and had arrived at the restaurant with 20 minutes to spare. Gave him time to get a beer and relax on the booth before Roman showed up. Time was moving slowly as he continued to look at his watch and then at the game that was showing on t.v. Who was even playing? Benny couldn’t focus when his heart was thundering in his throat. 

Then the panic settled in. What if he didn’t show? What if this was all some horrible prank? A sort of payback? No, Roman was not a cruel person or at least he wasn’t one before. Benny ordered some nachos for the table because he just needed to focus on something other than the time. Five minutes. It was then that he saw Roman walk in and his heart sank in his gut. Benny felt relieved that he had shown but at the same time anxious because he had no idea what to expect. Benny gave a small wave to grab his attention and smiled at him as he approached the table. Benny stood up but he felt a bit awkward. What do you do in this situation? Hug him, shake his hand? He opted for a friendly pat on the back. “Hey, I ordered nachos, hope that’s ok.”

[bae-roman]

Get Me

*I ended up just writing this for roman, @ the anon who requested it, if you wanted it for someone else just resend it with the character! 

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.

Walking home in the middle of a thunderstorm was not how you thought you’d be spending your night, but here you were. You and a friend had planned on going into town to shop but at the last minute, she bailed because she had to work on some group project. Even though you understood, you were still slightly annoyed because not only did you now have to go alone- you had to take the bus. You debated going another day but you knew you wouldn’t have time so you sucked it up, downloaded a schedule app and tried to learn the hemlock grove bus system. You'd only been at the mall for a few hours when it started to rain. Making the stupid decision to try and wait out the worst of the storm resulted in you missing the final bus that would take you to a stop relatively close to your house.

So here you were, 20 minutes into an hour long walk in the rain, and to top it all off, your phone was dead.

The path you were walking on the edge of an empty road, beside a forest. There were barely any street lamps, forcing you to mostly depend on the light of the full moon to guide you home. On any other day living in a town with such a large forest was great, aesthetically at least; but right now it was creepy.

Initially, you were grateful when the rain let up, although, that didn’t last long. Without the sound of water hitting the ground, it was eerily silent.

You quickened your pace, wishing for nothing more than the ability to just teleport yourself home but then came to a halt when you heard a weird noise coming from the woods. After not hearing anything else, you carried on with your journey, chalking the sound up to paranoia when you head it again. Louder this time. It sounded like an animal but also... not? Whatever it was, you just hoped it wouldn’t find you. Walking as fast as you can, you couldn’t help but feel like something was watching you. You tried to shake it off but you couldn’t.

After a few minutes of no more noises, you began to feel better and even laughed at how silly you were being.

A bit after that, the rain had picked up again, and now it was even more intense than before. You could barely see anything in front of you, and the thunder was so loud when it rumbled you could almost feel the earth move beneath you.

You looked around you, trying to see if there was a phone booth -  anything that could protect you from the rain. That’s when you saw...it. It was massive and white and chilled you to your core. You’d heard about what had happened at Kilderberry park last month but after 4 weeks of no other attacks, everyone assumed that the animal responsible had either died or left the area. Well, everyone was wrong. Logically, you didn’t actually know that this was the creature responsible for what had happened but you knew. You felt it somehow, in your gut. As far as you could tell it hadn’t seen you yet, for if it did, you’d be dead already. Relying on the deafening sound of the rain to cloak your presence you waited for the next rumble of thunder and bolted behind a tree for cover. When the creature turned it’s head to where you had previously been standing- you were already gone. You watched from hour hiding place while the wolf let out a bone-chilling howl and ran off deeper into the woods.

You collected yourself and decided that your best bet was to get as far away from here as possible so you started to sprint as fast as you could, in the opposite direction from where your house was, praying that the wolf had gone off in the other direction. You were so scared that you didn’t even notice the headlights of a car coming up behind you until it stopped a bit ahead of you.

‘Great’ you thought, ‘Just what I need right now, some creep to deal with’.

Knowing that there was no way in hell you were turning around, you carefully walked in the direction of the car.

Once you were closer and could actually make out the vehicle, your anxiety slightly let up. It was the one car in town everybody could recognize. It was Roman Godfrey’s.

You knew Roman in the same way everybody in Hemlock Grove did. He was in your grade so you’d been in a few of the same classes since you were kids and you had talked occasionally but nothing substantial.

“Hey” he called out when he recognized it was you. You waved and approached the driver’s side of the car.

“Pretty fucked night to go out for a run, don’t you think? He asked.

Before you could respond, you noticed him squinting at something past you.  You turned your head to see what had captured his focus and felt your whole body stiffen. It was the wolf, and this time it was staring right at you.“Get in the car” Roman said sternly. Before you even knew what you were doing, you had run to the passenger side, diving into the vehicle as fast as you could. Roman didn’t even wait for you to fully shut your door before flooring it. You could see the wolf running after the car, but it couldn’t keep up.  

Neither of you said anything until you were sure it was gone. Roman slowed down so that he was only going 20 miles over the speed limit and looked over at you.

“You ok?” He asked. “I think so” you replied, unconfidently. You continued to tell him about how you had had to hide from it before he showed up. “Shee-it,” he said seriously and then asked for your address.

You didn’t speak much as he drove you home, still processing what had just happened. Though, you did apologize for the mess you were making in his car from being caught in the rain for so long.

When he pulled up into your driveway, you thanked him for the ride and told him to get home safe. He watched you get to the door before speeding off.  

Your parents had gone to some business dinner in the city and thankfully weren’t home yet. The pair of them would’ve had a complete fit if they found out what had happened tonight. Thankful to finally be home and safe you took a well-deserved shower and went straight to bed.

When you woke up the next morning, something just felt wrong. Once you checked your phone, you found out why. A girl had been killed last night. No, killed wasn’t the right word, massacred was apter. The news said that the poor girl had had part of her body eaten alive by some animal, but you knew what animal it was exactly. That news in and of itself was enough to make you sick but your heart dropped as you gather more information.

She had been found right around where you were before Roman had picked you up.

Getting ready for school and breakfast with your parents was a blur. You were completely zoned out to everything going on around you.

When you walked into school, you didn’t really know what to do; you didn’t have it in you to sit through a class right now. You felt guilty; you knew you should be thankful that you were alive and that your legs were still attached to your fully functioning body but you felt so messed up. You didn’t want to tell your friends and make it all about you, but you needed to say something to someone.

Not really paying attention to where you were going, you spotted Roman leaning against his locker, completely engrossed in his phone. He didn’t even notice you coming towards him until you greeted him.

“Hey,” you said, causing him to look up from his phone.

“Hey”

“Uhm.. last night... Did you hear the news?” Roman nodded and scanned her over. She looked nervous, though most girls were nervous around him.

“It happened right where you..where we...I mean that could’ve been me...I” You trailed off, unsure of what you were even trying to say.

Roman looked at you quizzically as you took a deep breath before speaking up again “You saved me”.  you said seriously. He just shrugged his shoulders and put his hands in his pockets “No problem”.

“No really Roman, I - it’s... I’d be dead right now if it wasn’t for you ..”

Before you could continue your babbling, Roman stood up from his locker to tower over you.

“You look like you need to smoke” he pointed out.  

You reflexively scrunched up your face at the memory of the one time you tried a cigarette and how much you’d hated it.

“Cigarettes aren’t really my thing”

He leant down so his face was only a few inches from yours

“I didn’t mean a cigarette” he winked.

You didn’t partake in marijuana that often, but you figured you deserved some relaxation after the past 24 hours.

“Oh ok sure. But where-”

“I have a spot” he interrupted and started walking.

You followed close behind, trying to keep up with his long strides.

He led you the outdoor stairwell that was near the football field and took a seat on one of the cement steps while he lit up. When you had finished, he threw away the roach and asked you if you felt any better. You smiled at him. “A bit actually, thanks”. Roman nodded his head and lit up a cigarette, being careful to blow the smoke away from you. Instead of attempting to make conversation, you just admired the side profile of his face from where you were sitting beside him. ‘He really is pretty’ you thought to yourself.

After a few moments of silence, Roman turned his head towards you, catching you staring at him. Knowing there was no point in trying to deny ogling his perfect face, you just bit your lip and bashfully looked away. He smirked and shuffled closer towards you. “You know,” he whispered “I know something we could do that would make you feel much better...” as he snaked his fingers up your thigh...

Also from this prompt list: 

Remember Me

[rubye402]

Milky Lilacs and Dark Chocolate - Liam X Oz

“OK niños!” The teacher, Miss Llorona chirped. How ironic that the woman who threw two children into a river is a teacher. “It’s Valentine's, so I thought today in English, we could try our luck at writing poems! You do not have to share them out, but I would like to look them over today or finish it at home, then turn it in tomorrow.”

Right. Valentine’s. Right on cue, a wave of groans came from most students except for a select few. Liam De Lioncourt tsked and raised his hand. Miss Llorona pointed to him.

“Isn’t it a bit cliche to write poems on valentines? Most of us don’t even want to.” He rolled his eyes. Everyone nodded, even if it was only for the second part. Miss Llorona sighed, knowing something like this is what he would ask.

“Liam, I never said you had to write anything about romance or love. Besides, I already put it in the grade book as a mandatory assignment, so whether you like it or not, hazlo o no obtienes el crédito de hoy!” It was a saying she often said to those who try to make the choice of not doing their work. It roughly translated to ‘do it or you do not get today's credit!’

Liam’s eyes widened, fearing of getting his so far almost clean school track record, well, unclean. “Y-Yes ma’am.” His head snapped down to his binder as he quickly shut up and got a paper from his binder.

“That’s what I thought chico…” She lowered her voice, while sweet, still turned dark. Her eyes looked to her class, quickly. Everyone else bowed their heads like fearful puppies under thunder, tail between their legs.

Oz did this as well. Despite being an essence of fear itself, he was scared of a lot of things. At least he wasn’t alone if he were to say Miss Llorona scared him. He took a binder paper and began to scribble down a poem, but he paused, not knowing what kind of poem he was allowed to write.

He slowly and carefully raised his hand, hoping she wouldn’t snap. “Si, Oz?”  She warmly smiled, obviously calm. Oz breathed a sigh of relief as the ball in his throat had cleared.

“S-So, uhm, what KIND of poem are we supposed to write about…? Is it a haiku? A sonnet?” He asked, stifled giggled came from some a few different places from in the room. People were judging him on how much he knew about poems. Bitches.

Miss Llorona quickly quieted them, giving a glare to the class. She sighed after it went radio silent. “Whatever you want is OK. You can even do a free verse if you’d like.” Oz nodded and lightly tapped his pencil against the paper.

He erased the words he had and thought of what to write about. He knew Liam said something about poems on valentines being cliche, meaning cheesy romance poems were out of the question… Or were they? Oz took out spare index cards from his bag and started to scribble down some free verses.

“My dear Liam-”

“Liam-”

“Dedicated to Liam

I wish I could tell you that-”

“Dedicated to Liam

You may not know, but I lo-”

“Dedicated to Liam

Your skin tends to remind me of a lilac flower

Milked down and pastel perfection

I could stare at you all day-”

“Dedicated to Liam

Your skin tends to remind me of a lilac flower

Milked down and pastel perfection

Eyes bright and warm to contrast

Like fresh honeydew in the morning light

I just want to get lost in them-”

“Dedicated to Liam

Your skin tends to remind me of a lilac flower

Milked down and pastel perfection

Eyes bright and warm to contrast

Like fresh honeydew in the morning light”

Why was Oz doing this? He was going to turn it in, not hand it to him. Oz sighed and threw the card in his backpack. Before he could bullshit another topic to write about for today, the bell rung. Great. So far, he doesn’t even have a fucking clue what to write down.

He quickly picked up his bag and zipped it up without looking, it had become routine. He’ll just need to work on the poem tonight and turn it in tomorrow. Little did he know when he left the classroom, a certain vampire found an index card on the ground.

Liam picked it up and noticed Oz’s handwriting, he sighed and went out the door to find him. But then, the word that he read over in Oz’s writing hit him like a freight train and he did a double take on what those first words were. ‘Dedicated to Liam.’ Did Oz leave it on the ground on purpose? Well, it wouldn’t hurt something that has his name on it, right?

He read over the poem and his cheeks grew warm as he walked the halls. He scanned the note over and over again, re-reading the poem multiple times. He knew it was mainstream, but… Liam glanced around himself and put it in his pocket.

~The following day, Oz, Liam, and their whole class has turned in their poems. Oz then saw an index card on his desk. It was not yellow like his, but purple. He sat in his seat and once he could get the chance, he read over it.

“Dedicated to Oz

Your skin reminds me of chocolate

Smooth yet pleasingly dark

Eyes glowing in such a way

Like a Gardenia against a night sky”

Oz felt his heart suddenly stop working as he looked up to make it seem like he was paying attention, but after class, he was quick to find Liam.

“L-Liam!” He called after. Liam turned on his heels and smiled. “D-Did you get the card?! Did I-I drop it or something?! You weren't supposed to see-!” Liam held up the yellow card.

“I was surprised you would still do this, even if it was corny, but…” Liam trailed off.

“B-But what?”

“I actually really liked that you did that, so as you can see, I uh, made a poem for you in a similar format that you did.” He blushed. “M-Maybe we could… I mean, it’s already around the corner… Prom, that is…”

“Y-Yes! A-Absolutely!” Oz felt like he was on cloud nine. Liam smiled, a fang poking out.

“I can hardly wait, Oz~”

[vicccwrites]

Poison - Cai Xukun

(A/N: I never thought that any of my fics would ever need a trigger warning,, but here we are? This was originally supposed to have a fluffy ending?? Which didn’t happen at all lmao. This was requested by @mitzi-cs, and I know your request said a bit of fluff? Sorry but this isn’t fluffy at all and ending up turning pretty dark so uhm?? I hope that’s ok?? You wanted angst, so angst I will give you! This isn’t something that I would usually write so you’ll have to lmk what you think ^^ Enjoy~ <33)

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(Trigger Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Death)

    You knew it was coming. It had been stewing for a long time, but your sense of pride made you refuse to admit it. What you didn’t expect, though, was for it to hurt so fucking much. Why wouldn’t it? He was the boy of your dreams – or at least, he had been.

    It started small. Hiding text messages from you, sneaking away at weird hours and placating your worries with the excuse of work; but then being awoken to the concerned texts of his groupmates, wondering where he was. Deep down, you always knew Xukun was cheating on you. There simply wasn’t any other answer.

    Things gradually started to get worse. It went from decently hidden night-time escapades to blatantly obvious lunch with “friends”. From seeing him every day to maybe glimpsing a peek of his retreating figure heading out the door once or twice a week. Sure, you believed him at the start. But a year later? Not so much.

    Schedules stopped lining up. The two of you simply stopped trying to make things work anymore. Half-hearted dates were planned, but he would always cancel, or work would get in the way. You tried to make him see sense, to make him fall back in love you and let things go back to the way they were. At this point, you weren’t even sure he was worth the effort anymore.

    There was an awkward silence every time you were so much as in the same room as your boyfriend – if he could even still be called that. The tension between the pair of you was nearly unbearable, but neither of you mentioned it. Xukun all but moved out of your shared townhouse, taking a good majority of his stuff with him. It was left empty, just like your heart.

    On the nights where he bothered to stumble through the doors of your abode, hair tousled and clothes rumpled – a good indicator of his previous activities, he would curl up on the other side of the bed or sometimes even opt to spend the night on the couch. Long gone were the days where you would cuddle into his side, snuggling into his body heat and falling asleep to the sound of his angelic singing. Instead, here you were, barely able to look the other in the eye.

    “Y/N! Stop acting like you know what it’s like! To be an idol – I’m the leader of Nine Percent for fuck’s sake! You can’t just expect me to give that all up?” he yelled. After a year and a half, you had finally had enough, cornering him after he showed up in your kitchen late one night after doing who knows what; and judging from the stench of alcohol that clung to his clothes, he wasn’t completely sober either. Well, technically, you shared the place, but he hadn’t been home in over a week. A week that he was here, in town, supposedly getting some well-needed time off from work.

    Your eyes hardened, voice steeling itself into an icy tone.

    “You sometimes like to forget, Xukun, that I’m an idol too. I worked my ass off to get here, just like you did. I understand perfectly, and I’m not the one who keeps cancelling! If you aren’t going to be committed to this relationship – fuck, were you ever? I’m not a complete idiot – then get the hell out of here.”

    “Well maybe if your group wasn’t a complete flop then that wouldn’t be the case,” Xukun sneered. You froze, the success (or lack thereof) that your group had was not something the two of you talked about a lot. It was, in fact, one of your greatest insecurities. Watching him stomp up the stairs, you couldn’t help but choke out a sob as the memories came flooding back to you.

    Him holding you. Him comforting you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you cried your heart out. Him caring about you. Shit, when was the last time that happened? 20 months ago? Longer?

    His footsteps thundered in the deafening silence, presumably heading to your- his bedroom. It was his room now. You were done, you decided. You were long since fed up with him, and it was about damn time that you faced the realities of that fact. Walking out of the apartment with nothing but a couple of necessities, you fumbled to your best friend’s house.

    She let you in after a single glance of your tear-stained cheeks, knowing better than to ask by now. Dropping onto the couch with a sigh, you accepted the warm mug of hot cocoa with a grateful smile. Thank goodness at least some people seemed to have your back.

    The palpitations started soon after. You thought nothing of them at first, too consumed with your thoughts to even notice something was wrong. After a couple minutes though, you were convulsing on the floor in pain, begging your friend to call an ambulance. Fuck- to do anything more than stare at you with a pitying gaze as she watched on. What the hell was going on?

    You didn’t hear the door open, but you did see a familiar frame stalk into your line of sight. It was him. The one, the only, Cai Xukun himself. Waltzing onto your friend’s lap and kissing her squarely on the lips, uncaring of the body shaking on the living room floor. All along, it had been her. Right under your nose, and yet you were still too blind – too afraid – to realise it. The sight of pure betrayal was your last before your heart gave out and refused to beat anymore.

    It was too late for regrets. You were gone, and there wasn’t anyone to blame but your own damn pride.