#caro writes

[ambiguousrubbish]

Happy Jowan Monday

Here, have some Ex-Tranquil Jowan and Company™️ goodness. Oh, and they’re recruiting Zevran too😍 Jowan was the one to knock Zev out, without any magic.

“Ah…and here I thought you were a caged bird, with broken wings.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Speak plainly or don’t speak at all.” Jowan’s frown reached his tone and the others nodded in agreement. Even Alistair.

“Come now, you know what I meant…blood mage.”

“You call him that again and you won’t live to regret it.” Maeve gripped her staff even as it was pointed at the elf.

“He works for Loghain, Maeve.” Jowan flinched a little when he said the regent’s name.

“Oh, great.” Alistair grumbled.

“You remember me, then?” The elf asked. “I remember you as well. You were different then. Younger, but more…forlorn.”

“I was fighting a losing battle-for my freedom. Now that I’ve earned it, and found a reason to live, I’m not going down without a fight.” Jowan replied with newfound courage. There was a sparkle in the formerly Tranquil mage’s eye. The Chantry truly hadn’t destroyed him, no matter how hard they’d tried.

“Ah, as it seems your life has been spared despite the odds, mine is now forfeit. I have failed my mission so it seems. If you do not kill me the Crows will.”

Maeve’s eyes narrowed. “Not to state the obvious but you just tried to kill all of us. Do you really expect any mercy?” Flames flickered to life at the end of her staff, at the ready should she chose to cast. The bound elf flinched away and something inside Jowan snapped.

“Wait, don’t do it!” He pushed her staff away, singeing his own hand in the process.

“Jowan, what the absolute fuck?” Fen’Asha blurted out. Everyone who grew up in Kinloch Hold collective flinched as she swore. Wynne shot her a pointed look.

“No more bloodshed, please!”

“Cheap talk coming from a literal blood mage.” Their prisoner said, looking Maeve directly in the eyes.

“Wait, wait, wait. You want us to kill you, don’t you?”Fen’Asha asked. She stepped forward towards them, Maeve had lowered her staff and was now fumbling with a healing salve from her pack, presumably for Jowan’s hand.

“What makes you think that, Ash? He just tried to-“

“We know, Alistair. We know. But if he really is a Crow they’ll probably torture him. It’s what they probably do if one of their people fails a contract, if they aren’t caught and subsequently executed. So we aren’t killing him. It’s not really what he wants. It’s a lesser of two evils. Isn’t it? What say you, fellow elf?”

“You know of the Crows. I see.” The asssasin considered the new information and then sighed.

“How?” Leliana asked. “I’ve heard similar stories of the Antivan assassins but I thought they were just tales to frighten children.”

“If it’s true then we have to protect him!” Jowan trembled a bit and then Maeve steadied him by rubbing his shoulders gently.

“The elven mage speaks the truth. I do not think the Crows would take kindly to a report that I failed a contract and survived to spread news of it.”

“Ash, we can’t exactly just forget he just tried to murder us all.” Kyle stepped over the body of another assassin and Jowan began to shake again.

“Right but if we kill him now, we become as bad as he is.”

“Forgive me, amigo, but you and your friends are already covered in blood. And this is not the first time-“

“Please don’t remind me.” Jowan snarled.

“So what do we do, comrades?” Maeve asked as she got the healing salve onto Jowan’s burnt hand.

“I don’t want to kill this guy either but we can’t just let him off-“

“Why not? You more or less turned a blind eye to Jowan’s crimes, my dear Amell.” Wynne said as she chuckled sarcastically.

“Listen-“ Jowan went pale.

Maeve stopped rubbing his shoulders and wrapped her arms around him, and Jowan returned the embrace. It didn’t last long and once he was reassured she was not going to let him deal with this dilemma alone, they both let go.

“Wynne, I understand where you’re coming from but Jowan was not exactly a stranger, now, was he? I grew up with him. You practically raised him. We don’t know what this assassin will do. Aside from attempt to finish the job.”

“I think I know when I’ve been bested, my good lady. But I could be of aid to you and your company if you would have me?” The elf asked. When he called her a lady everyone collectively held their breath, and as if on cue, Maeve responded.

“Please don’t call me that. I’m not a lady, I’m a mage.”

“My apologies. My offer still stands. I failed to kill you so my mission is forfeit along with my life. Should the Crows track me down it will not end well for me, as your friend said, I have seen it happen. Very messy.”

Maeve looked to Alistair and then Fen’Asha whose expression was softer than she’d ever seen it.

Alistair didn’t look pleased or swayed.

Morrigan looked distrustful but not angry. Jowan squeezed Maeve’s hand gently. “He deserves a chance I suppose. I can’t advocate for killing someone who’s tied up at my feet. Even someone I don’t trust.”

“Jowan, do you see yourself in him?”Maeve asked him, looking into his eyes kindly but firmly.

“I do, a little.” The ex-tranquil sounded a bit embarrassed but he did not falter.

“Then he will live. We can protect him and in turn he can help us end the Blight. We don’t act out of vengeance.”

“You have my gratitude and my respect, Grey Warden. I will not disappoint.” The elf didn’t break eye contact with Maeve.

“Ah, yes. Well we should probably inspect our meals more closely from now on.” Morrigan said softly.

Alistair nodded. “We can finally agree on something!”

“Someone tell the Chantry, they need to put it on the calendar!” Jowan rolled his eyes and Maeve grinned at him softly.

“I hate to be rude but it would be difficult to fight darkspawn with my hands tied as they are-“ the assassin’s request was met with a scoff from Morrigan and a slight chuckle from Leliana.

“I can take care of that for you. But mind yourself. Not everyone trusts you. What is your name?” Ash asked.

“Zevran Arainai. Zev to my friends.” He replied as she got to work undoing the crude knots that bound the elf’s wrists. He sounded dazed and she knew better than to assume he was just tired.

“Need a hand?” Ash asked once he was free.

“I think Jowan knocked him on his arse a little.”

Kyle said with amusement in his tone.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. But I’ll do it again if you give me a reason.” Jowan said softly.

“Fair enough, mi amigo. Please help me be rid of this headache.”Zevran sounded more dazed.

“Okay, definitely has a concussion.” Ash placed a hand on the other elf’s forehead and pressed a thumb over the temple Jowan had struck and began to cast.

#jowan #dragon age origins #dragon age #jowan dragon age #maeve amell #dragon age fic #jowan monday #justice for jowan #ambiguousrubbish #Caro writes

[talkingismylifewrites]

Literally the only reason that I still have a tumblr account is so that I can occasionally scroll through your blog to see if there’s a dyldyl update, and I just saw your post from the end of January! I’m so happy and grateful that you’ve continued working on it, thank you thank you thank you!! I’m so excited to read it 🥰🥰

Okay so I tried replying to this like six times (five of which I was very drunk on Easter Sunday with my family so that could be why it wasn’t working) but every time I’d press post it would just delete. Could it be that tumblr refuses to spread the dyldyl word? Maybe it was the eight bottles of champagne my family consumed or maybe it could be that I hadn’t updated tumblr since the year of our lord 2022. Whatever the reason apologies for the delay.

Now onto the dyldyl update: yes!!! I finished the honeymoon!! It took me three years but I did it!!! It’s currently in editing hell where it most likely will continue to live for the next few months. Lo has a big girl job while I am currently in between jobs so we’re crawling along with the editing it deserves. Right now it sits at 38k so it’s gonna take a while for us to chip away at it :)

Thank you so much for sticking with me this long you have no idea how much it means to me! Dyldyl is my baby and while it’s slow going it’s still something that i want to finish so it truly means so much to me that you’re still sticking with it!! Thank you thank you!!

#dyldyl #caro talks #caro writes #damn your love damn your lies #anonymous asks

[bittcrblue]

theknittingjedi’s latest fic (which i reblogged yesterday and you should all ABSOLUTELY go read!!! go!!! now!!!) lit a fire under my ass to return to shadowghast and i wrote a little bit more of bhh4, which i now bestow upon thee

who knows if this makes it to the final cut or of it’s banished to a conversation between fashion and death, never 2 be read except for maybe like three people!!! not me!!! either way shoutout 2 jess ily

#burned house horizon #caro writes #caro wips

[kamwilliamsonn]

make me - Caroline Graham Hansen

"come over here and make me."

Your eyes glistened with amusement as Caro ran all around your shared bedroom, trying to find her favourite hoodie.

You were laid under your blanket, comfortable watching the chaos as your fiancée wanted that specific jumper so badly.

Oh, and by the way, you're the one wearing it.

"Babe? Can you help me, where-" She started, before noticing the red sticking out from your navy blue blanket

"Babe." She repeats sternly, "is that my hoodie?" She asks, not really a question though.

You sink further into the bed, trying to hide it. "No?"

She huffs out a little laugh and places her hands on her hips softly. "Babe, I need to go shopping and it's cold, so I need my hoodie." She tells you, a soft smile on her face.

"Exactly! It's cold, and you're leaving me here without your cuddles. It smells like you." A small pout is on your face as you look up to her. "If you want me to take it off, you'll have to come here and make me."

She walks over to the bed and pulls her shoes off quickly, crawling so she's hovered over you.

She pulls the blanket off of you, leaving you in your joggers and her favourite hoodie and you think she's about to tickle you, but instead, she leans down slowly and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Then she litters some all over your face, ignoring your lips.

When you get sick of her teasing, you grab her face and pull her lips to yours, her hands grab your waist under the hoodie and your t-shirt.

And then she pulls away, her hands stay resting on you as she mumbles. "If you give me the hoodie, I'll bring you back some chocolate, and I'll take the day off work tomorrow."

Your eyebrows furrow as you decide if it's a good deal. "And you won't leave me in bed alone tomorrow?" You ask, your hands going back to play with the hairs on the back of her neck.

"Never. Tomorrow, we can cuddle all day. I won't even make you wake up for food." She smiles teasingly.

"Fine... Deal."

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Bearing in mind, they're probably in Norway during this 😭 I didn't think about how hot Spain is while I was writing it

And sorry it's so short, clearly longer fics are not my thing 😭

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen x reader #caro x reader #norway wfc #kamden writes

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Prompt!

Buck has a bad chronic pain in his leg flare up in the middle of sex with Eddie but doesn’t want Eddie to stop. Eddie of course does and takes care of him! 🙈

Hi anon!

Sorry that it took me so long to finish this one but today I finally did, so here you are. Hope you enjoy! 💗

Using this as my tease tidbit tuesday 🫶

you were never meant to carry it on your own | 5.7k | E | Complete

(NSFW and tags below)

“I w-want your mouth” Buck breathes out, his voice suddenly not so commanding anymore yet Eddie can’t help but to tease him a little.

Eddie wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes never strays from Buck’s. “You wanna come in my mouth?” Eddie almost whispers and licks a long, sloppy stripe going all the way from Buck’s balls to the sensitive head of his cock.

Buck groans in frustration and regains a sense of composure.

Two can play at this game and he knows exactly what to say to make Eddie’s body quiver without even laying a hand on it.

“Yes, baby. I want to come in your pretty mouth” Buck cups Eddie’s chin, lifting his head upwards and strokes a strand of sweaty hair away from his eyes.

Buck’s words send shivers down Eddie’s spine and shock waves directly to his cock, making it twitch in anticipation. He hates that he’s so weak for Buck’s words sometimes but he also just wants to make him feel good.

So fucking good.

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#buddie #buddie fic #fic: you were never meant to carry it on your own #caro answers prompts #fortheloveofbuddie writes #911 on abc

[purpleph4se]

ultraviolence

rafa “caro” quintero x reader

warnings | smut, fem!reader, dom! rafa, mention of drug use, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, creampie, pet names so many pet names

a/n | i was listening to lana del rey while writing if you couldn’t tell by the title lmao ok but being totally serious thank you so much for 200 followers it’s honestly a bit shocking but i love y’all :( i’ve finished my finals so i might get back to writing a bit more <3

translations | estás bien? - you ok? , princesa - princess, mi vida - my love/life, preciosa - precious, lo sé bebé - i know baby

rafa shifts you to rest upon the soft covers of his bed, large frame ascending above you, eyes boring into yours it made you quite nervous. “estás bien?” he whispers, fingers gently rubbing against your sides, were you okay? god he was so warm to the point that he made you feel dizzy. maybe it was the weed. you nod your head.

he takes his time, a rare occasion, pressing the fat tip of his cock against your slit, basking in all of your cute expressions as he’s slowly sinks into your slick walls, your fingers moving to seize onto his biceps. “that’s it princesa, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, muffling your whines and mewls with the plushness of his lips.

he doesn’t move until he was certain you were okay, even then, his eyes never leave yours as he’s rutting against you, the soft pounds of his hips causing you to moan. “m-more rafa, please” he obliges to your words, bringing your legs to rest upon your chest, the steady rhythm of his hips against your skin becoming faster and he watches your teary eyes peering down to where the both of you were connected, as if you couldn’t believe this was real.

“doesn’t that feel good?” you’re slowly nodding your head, relishing the feeling of his body pressed upon yours, “mhmm! f-feels s’ good rafa,” you whisper, rafa brings his forehead to rest upon yours, a slight grin making its way on his face.

you gasp and whine over just how big he is, at how much he’s stretching you out and filling you up, at how it's too much despite the way you clench around him every time he pulls back, like your wet cunt doesn't want him to leave, and it makes him slowly unravel. he sinks himself deep inside you, his hips flush to yours, pushing right against your clit. your eyes mist over, the tears hanging on to your lashes threatening to fall like rain drops. you feel so incredibly full, so incredibly stimulated, you can hardly think of anything but full full full.

“fuck, i love your sweet little pussy,” your stomach churns with pleasure, an unfamiliar feeling pools in your belly becoming more evident, “oh fuck—wait, rafa!” you’re settling a hand on his chest, but rafa completely ignores your words instead, his thrusts grow faster, balls slapping against the swell of your ass as tears slip down your cheeks from the immense pleasure.

your eyes reel to the back of your head, a broken sob parting your lips as your cunt spasms around his cock, earning a guttural moan from rafa who feels you clamping around him so tightly, gushes of your arousal leaks onto your thighs and his pelvis, “m’ sorry, i-i don’t know wh—“ he cuts you off with a kiss, he was definitely into that.

your senses are vague, eyes clouded with tears when rafa rises from your body, stunned when he’s assisting you as he's abruptly laying back, making himself comfortable and making you do all of the work. "i want to watch this time, mi vida" you complain at his sudden request, it seemed impossible to do especially with his…size. rafa just laughs at your sweet whines. he nearly nearly gives in.

you get up, your legs are trembling as you're flinging one over his side, his cock grazing against your slick folds, rafa grants a firm slap on your ass that had you gasping. with a mean look your gently you're dropping down his length, hands sprawled against his thighs for support. he was big, whimpering as you slowly descended on his length, each agonizing inch slipping by the tight ring of muscle.

all you could hear was rafas soft voice as he’s murmuring all sorts of praises, a shaky groan leaving his lips when you're firmly seated on his lower abdomen. he’s groping the flesh of your ass, eyeing the way his cock vanished within your folds, gradually rising to drop back down, earning a satisfied moan from the both of you.

the slick sounds of your cunt and your moans are echoing in the bedroom, rafa muttering how stunning you were bouncing on his cock, producing such a mess for him, thighs damp with your arousal. he watched the way your tongue lolled out with saliva seeping down your chin, tits bouncing with each drop of your hips had his cock twitching inside you.

"doin’ so good preciosa, making such a mess for me," his thumb strokes soft circles on your sides, your moans growing louder when he's beginning to rut his hips, corresponding to the pace you had, "taking my cock so well aren't you? look at you…" his words swarm your hazed mind, rafa grunting when he senses you clenching around him, his praises clouded your mind.

"yeah? love it when i tell you how good you are hm?" you're nodding your head as you slide yourself up and down his cock, his words made you turn to mush, you could practically start crying again.

"rafa, rafa—'m gonna cum—fuck—please, please." you whine, hips rolling against him, nails digging into his thighs, "lo sé bebé, i’ve got you" he's suddenly grabbing onto your sides, taking you aback when he's starts to move you up and down his length, hearing your content mewls at his actions and cunt spasming around him.

he threw his head back as your cunt continued to throb around his cock as he pounded in and out of you. “fuck, princesa. gonna let me cum inside you? fill up my pretty pussy?” he delivered a spank your ass, a yelp falling from your mouth. “yes, yes! please make me all yours—!” you gasped as he bottomed out with one abrupt thrust, setting a ravenous pace immediately and fucking up into you. your moans were minimized to choked out pants and whimpers, your mind clouded with a haze of lust and ecstasy.

rafa let out a breathy moan as his hips stilled inside of you. your head is thrown back, sensing rafa spilling inside you, “such a good girl for me," he's observing as his cock slips out of your cunt, cum trickling onto his pelvis. he doesn't want you to move from him yet, going to circle his arms around your waist.

"did such a good job, looked so pretty taking my cock don't you think?" he smiles against your skin, you hide your face in complete embarrassment. "rafaaa don't say that," you whine, earning a small chuckle from him before he's kissing your shoulder.

#rafa quintero x reader #rafa caro quintero #narcos x reader #tenoch huerta #my writing

[cirilee]

Oranges put Isidor on the spot.

The way they defied Hive regulations.

An obscene fruit, so unashamed about its non-synthetic heritage, so unabashed in its presentation, so decadent, as its blinding hues brightened up the dull gray of McHale’s cell.

Teeyama Averon McHale’s decorative bowls were filled to the brim with them, overflowing. Currently, her right hand is lurking in between, her dark skin contrasting against the bright colors. She lifts up one tiny tangerine and it stops right in front of a face, that is nothing but Hive regulation standard, in the midst of all this opulence, as she sits in a chair, that isn’t just a chair.

It's beautiful, ornately detailed and stitched by hand. It is also, obscene.

McHale is bred for leadership. All soft and sweet, despite her age, and in the middle, piercing eyes that look beyond the surface.

Aryu Isidor Tichy feels naked.

He inches backwards.

His voice is low, “I’m honored you sent for me to entertain you again”

McHale smiles that charming taskmaster smile, that is supposed to put lower units at ease. Isidor is soothed by it, he really is. But something hasn’t been quite right with his thinking for a while. He can’t let himself be lulled into feeling safe, when he wasn’t.

McHale’s eyes seem too large, too shiny. Her oranges too insulting.

“I’m here to help you”, she says and she sounds so friendly and cute, “You’ve applied for reeducation?”

“Yes”

“Why?”

What an inane question.

The minute Isidor thinks that his eyes widen, his stance loosens, and he starts to sweat. He’s not supposed to doubt a taskmaster. Not even in his thoughts. Not even a little bit. No-

“Are you okay, Isidear?”

The pet name feels doubly humiliating, doubly insulting. Precisely because Isidor feels like he’s the one keeping with the rules, while McHale, his Teeyama, was decidedly not, was hoarding oranges as if one could just do that, as if it held no significance.

“I think I might have caught a dissident thoughtvirus”, Isidor says quietly. His thick shoulders square up, cage in his plump cheeks. “I think I might become a liability to the Hive”

McHale doesn’t stop smiling.

Which confuses Isidor. “That’s not good, Teeyama McHale …” he clarifies.

“It's not good at all, no”

She starts peeling the tangerine. Her fingers are now sticky and wet.

Disgusting.

Isidor flinches at his own thought. He quickly opens his mouth again, “Why haven’t you fulfilled my request?”

“For reeducation?”

Isidor nods.

Instead of explaining herself, McHale bites into the tangerine, completely forgoes the bite-sized pieces it's already made of, completely ignores how a tangerine is supposed to be eaten.

Drops of fruit juice spill onto the table underneath her.

The sound makes Isidor’s skin crawl and sweat even more. “I’m not used to tasks of this nature”

She says, “But you’ve excelled so far”

He cries, “Its highly unconventional”

She shrugs. “Its pretty simple”

It was. Objectively. Isidor’s tasks used to be comprised of low level engineering in the field of household robotics. Sometimes a whole automaton. A bit of programming on the side. And that’s it. Endless days of fixing cat food dispensers, and chatting up sexbots, and all in all feeling useful, feeling fulfilled, feeling … not stressed.

But then McHale took over his sector, and McHale, well.

Now he’s getting very specific, but simple tasks. Not all the time. But some of the time. Like now.

She gives one orange a little push. Makes it roll towards Isidor. Her hair sways up and down the tiniest amount, her non-regulation stiff curls like a halo around her head, as she continues to smile. She says, “I want you to eat this … ”

Isidor curls into himself, his wrinkles morphing his face into a near parody of disgust. It looked like he was playing it up. He wasn’t.

McHale continues, “ … and enjoy it”

By now, Isidor is whimpering. A man his age, early forties, big like a boulder, thinning curly hair, and even thinner beard hanging off of him, whimpering. It made an amusing image, and that fact was reflected in the way McHale started snickering.

“I will do what you ask of me Teeyama, but I cannot control my emotions. I have to protest against this heinous act being forced upon me!”

“Are you, a loyal and goodhearted unit of this Hive … defying a taskmaster?”, McHale whispers.

“NO!”, Isidor cries out, because of course, that would be even worse. “No, I- I’m sorry-” As he grumbles out more apologies he grabs the orange.

It tasted good.

It tasted great.

And then the joy makes way for dread.

“I’m not cleared for a toilet, McHale!” He hadn’t even addressed her by title, he was so shocked, “I can’t eat non-regulation food, I’ll- I- My body is designed to eat manna! You know how there’s talks of removing the workers’ digestive system, since- And- Well-”

“You can use my toilet, Isidor”

He doesn’t calm down. In fact, he gets even redder.

Bites into the orange again. Munches quietly. Fights down the little sounds of joy at the bursts of grotesque sweet and sour on his tongue.

–

So. The next steps were obvious.

Denunciating McHale. Make a report with her taskmaster. It was easy. It would be done in mere minutes. Isidor could be rid of this nuisance, could be rid of her in seconds.

But that orange had tasted nice.

And those occasional “Just enjoy yourself” tasks. What bad could they in effect do? Other than make him feel guilty. He wasn’t feeling guilty all the time of course. And during those “fun” tasks he usually ended up feeling rather good. Nice. Well.

But oh. Oh. The Hive couldn’t be sustained like this. What if McHale wasn’t just doing this to him, but to their entire sector!

For the first time Isidor wished he could have comm clearance, could actually speak with his fellow units. Until now it had never turned up as something desirable to him.

“Why me?”, Isidor asks, sitting in her massage chair and not having enough mindspace to actually care about what he’s asking.

“Because I like you”, McHale says.

“I’m Isidor Tichy, Aryu of C-2-4 and most days I clean gunk out of motherboards. I’m not special enough to be considered for procreation, not pretty enough to be a toy someone would keep, not smart enough to climb ranks-”

McHale had been smiling, but now her eyes wander. Her nose wrinkles. “You’re the perfect drone, yes. But with you its self inflicted. With you, there’s effort”

“Yes. I strive to be the best worker I can be-”

“Yes. You strive. You struggle”

“Why thank you”

Defiant sarcasm. Taskmasters were legally obligated to put a drone into the freezing pod for that.

McHale just continues talking, “With you, there’s effort to be the perfect drone. No one else has to try, Isidor. All the other units don’t even think about it. They just are. The perfect drone, I mean”

Isidor’s eyes are half lidded. He’s melting into the chair. He’s never gotten a massage in his life. This. This could be worth it.

“I want to fit in”, he says. Truthfully.

“But you don’t”, McHale concludes. “Just like me”

–

That conversation is what sets him off. Back in his cell (which was perfectly cut to his body, barely room enough to take one step; really, only enough space to fall on top of the regeneration mat), back in his cell, Isidor replays the last conversation.

Then all of their conversations.

And comes to a decision.

He never sees McHale again. She vanishes, along with her spacious cell, her massage chair, her toilet, her oranges.

Isidor regrets it immensely. Isidor also justifies it with every thought.

And in the end he realizes he’s alone.

Maybe more alone than before, where he hadn’t even known of a possibility to not be.

#artificial idiocy #caro tag #isidor tichy #averon mchale #writing #oc #original #scifi #dystopia #queue #heheheheh have my little orange short story

[feasibilities]

Se acabó la clase ⚒︎

Warnings: Angry!Rafa, Oral S3x, Spanking, Degradation, Teasing, etc.

Author's Note: My first Rafa fic after watching Narcos: Mexico over and over. Enjoy! ⚒︎

The monotonous lecture of your professor was interrupted by Rafa & his comrades bursting in. You were shocked to see him as you broke it off with him last week—over the phone. He pursued you heavily until you finally relented. He had become too unruly for your liking, so you wanted out before you got in serious trouble. This obviously didn't sit well with him. 

"Se acabó la clase." Rafa announced to the class. Everyone looked around confused. You saw fire in his eyes when they landed on you. You looked down & acted like you were taking notes. 

"Fuera, ahora!" Rafa's comrade yelled, pulling out a gun. Everyone gathered their things & walked out in an orderly fashion. The professor was escorted out with a gun pressed to his back. Following his orders, you tried to escape in the organized chaos. Rafa suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You huffed in defeat and sat your bookbag on the desk. He slammed the door behind you, making you flinch. 

“You didn’t even have the courage to end this in person.” He hissed. 

“I know, Rafa. I just can’t risk it. You live such a dangerous life and-“ You confessed.

“You didn’t have a problem with my lifestyle when we were fucking or when I was buying you jewelry.” He interrupted, pulling you closer. 

You finally realized why he was so upset—his ego was hurt. He thought he got played by some rich college girl. You had him wrapped around your finger & he hated it so much. However, it was a thrill for you compared to the mundane life of a politician’s daughter.

“Let me make it up to you…” You cooed, feigning innocence. You kissed the corner of his lips gently. You then started to unbutton your blouse. He had no choice but to surrender to your seductions.

You watched him intently as you knelt in front of him. You undid his belt & unzipped his jeans at a painstakingly slow speed. You kissed up & down his shaft.

“Don’t tease, perra.” He warned.

Ignoring his demands, you gently slapped his manhood on your tongue. You made sure to stare into his eyes to rile him up even more. You watched his anger transform into pure desperation. You took his length in your mouth & bobbed your head slowly. The obscene noises you made his eyes roll back.

Feeling him throb, you sped up your movements and held his thighs tightly. Saliva  dripped down your chin & neck. Tears blurred your vision as you struggled to breathe. Rafa uttered a multitude of obscenities at you in Spanish, but his eyes were full of love. He took a handful of your hair & thrusted into your mouth as he came. 

“Traga cada gota, amor.” He purred. 

You followed his orders & sat back to catch your breath. He thought you were so beautiful like this—mascara running, hair messy, blouse unbuttoned. He wished he brought his camera so he could add this moment to the filthy polaroids he had of you.

“So beautiful…” He whispered, running his thumb across your moist lips. You smiled and kissed his thumb. He pulled you up on your feet and bent you over the professor’s desk. You pulled up your skirt to reveal that you didn’t have on panties. You couldn’t see Rafa, but you felt his lustful gaze on you. 

After a few hard spanks, you felt him slide into you & hold your shoulders tightly. You moaned in response. His thrusts were so merciless and reached your deepest depths. Your eyes teared up at the sting his actions left. The sounds of skin hitting skin filled the lecture room. Rafa couldn’t care less if any unsuspecting students heard you two from the hallway.

Your mind went blank as you orgasmed. You convulsed and screamed in pleasure. Rafa held you up & watched as arousal spewed out of you. A perverse smile came across his face. He reveled in the thought that no one could fuck you like him.

#whew chile #rafael caro quintero #narcos: mexico #my writing #tenoch huerta #sinaloa cartel #fanfiction #smut #netflix #namor #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta mejia

[garadinervi]

Dianna Frid, Be Made of Laughing Particles, (paper, paint, graphite, embroidery floss on canvas, and colored pencils), 2013 ["Surely a man can laugh and not be made of laughing particles", a line from Lucretius' De Rerum Natura (On the Nature of Things), from the translation by Rolfe Humphries] [© Dianna Frid]

#art #mixed media #poetry #visual writing #lettering #geometry #dianna frid #rolfe humphries #lucrezio #tito lucrezio caro #titus lucretius carus #2010s

[emilianadarling]

fic: only as strong as the warrior next to you author: emilianadarling | beta: carogolden chapter: Inexorable (10/10 + Epilogue)  rating: E ships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa/Han Solo contains: Canon Divergence - Emperor Vader AU (But Palpatine Found the Twins First), Sith Imperial Luke Skywalker, Unreliable Narrator, Forced Cohabitation, Slow Burn Into Roaring Burn, Retribution and Culmination.

The final installment of “warrior” is now live. 💖 Chapter 10: Inexorable and the story’s epilogue have been a labour of love and passion. I am so grateful for everyone who has helped to get this story over the finish line. 

Thank you so much also to everyone who has been reading along, leaving feedback, and encouraging this story into existence -- you mean the world!! 

#star wars #din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke #sith luke skywalker #imperial luke skywalker #skydalorian #leia organa #only as strong as the warrior next to you #the ignorant and the weak #carogolden #emiliana writes things #thank you so indescribably much to those who read this story into existence in particular #and to my partner #and above all else #to caro #what a fucking lucky human being i am to have encountered them #hashtag BLESSEDDDD #enjoy folks <3

[talkingismylifewrites]

(let’s say a miracle happened and let’s say i finished the first draft of the honeymoon would anyone still read it)

#I know it’s been….a while #and it still needs so much work #but it looks like there will be a honeymoon in 2024 #so if anyone’s stuck around waiting for dyldyl to update #congrats #dyldyl #caro talks #caro writes #damn your love damn your lies

[bittcrblue]

this is where i’m at emotionally right now

#gh handmaiden au #my writing #caro fic #griddlehark #caro wips #caro writes

[kamwilliamsonn]

Stars - Caroline Graham Hansen

Dating Caro wasn't always easy, especially when you played in another country

Your girlfriend, Caro, was your favourite person, there was never any doubt in it, but it wasn't easy, with you playing for Chelsea, and her for Barcelona, you didn't see each other as much as you both would wish.

Which is why Champions League nights were your favourite.

You knew that one of you would end up ruining the others dream at the end of this game, one would continue on, and one would go home.

But that didn't matter, you knew that at the end of the game, you were going back to her house.

Win or lose.

She was your love, your life.

It was no surprise when the plane landed and the Barça player was there to greet you.

"Oh, y/n invited an enemy!" Sam shouted with a teasing grin, your national teammate always taking a chance to annoy you.

You just rolled your eyes at the brunette. "Shut up, Sammy, not everything is about football."

A gasp echoed around your teammates, one you knew wasn't real, causing you to shake your head and run towards your girl.

Her arms opened wide as you jumped into them, your legs wrapping around her waist as her arms supported you.

Your head fell comfortably into the crook of her neck, "Jeg har savnet deg, min kjære." "I've missed you, my love." She mumbles out, putting you down, only to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I've missed you too, so much. Facetime doesn't show the real you. I've missed your face," you started, cupping her face in your hands as she pulled away to look you in the eyes. "I've missed your eyes," you gazed softly into her blue eyes, having completely missed the way they could make you feel like you were floating out at sea. They'd trap you, and you never wanted them to stop. "But God, I've missed your kisses." You pulled her into a passionate kiss, her hands going to hold your waist and pull you in tighter, while your hands moved from her face, into her hair.

It's the hollers from your teammates that cause you both to pull away, but you don't leave her grip. Her arms stay tight around your waist as you spun around in her grip.

Her head rests in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on the soft part of your neck as your teammates come to join you.

Caro had been the only person to score in the home leg against your beloved blues, a game that was only 4 days earlier, but the way Caro was holding you, would make anybody think it could've been a year.

"God you two are disgustingly cute." Erin said, her accent so strong, Caro couldn't fully understand what she said, but the way you rolled your eyes told her it was teasing.

"You're just jealous you aren't in a relationship, Ez." You told her, making Caro smile and put her head back against your neck to try and hide it.

"Okay, we have to get back to the hotel now, my love, but I'll see you later.." You started, being interrupted by Emma.

She smiled as she got closer to the pair of you. "You can head back to her house, if you'd like, you know that when you're in the same city as Caroline, you don't sit still."

Your girlfriend begins to laugh at you, her face still hidden.

"You shut up." You told her, warningly, making her nod instantly and Sam start laughing instead. A glare from you shut her up as well.

"Okay, so, back to mine, and then I drop you off at the stadium tomorrow." She whispered to you, making you look back at her with a nod, your eyes full of love.

"Okay, my girls, I will see you all tomorrow." You told your teammates as you started to walk backwards, as if the teasing wouldn't happen if you slowly retreat.

That clearly didn't work.

"Don't forget that you're not allowed to do anything before a game!"

"SHUT UP, MILLIE."

-

After she dropped you both off at the stadium the next day, you didn't fully get a chance to talk to each other, there was a whole lot of media, and training, and then it was warm ups, and the game.

But that didn't mean you weren't sneaking looks at each other, you stared at her with pure love in her eyes as she did her interview, while waiting for your own.

She kept looking at you while you were doing your warm up, and you linked hands with a soft smile while lining up for kick off.

But no words were exchanged, not until the 73' minute the score was 2-1 on aggregate, Guro had scored Chelsea's first goal of the game in the 67' minute, but you were still fishing for that equaliser.

You had the ball at your feet, and you were running, you wanted that goal, and you didn't want to stop for nothing.

But, you don't always get everything you want.

Mapi came in from the side, a tackle that sent you rolling over her, she got the ball, and luckily didn't clip your ankle, but, the way your head hit the floor left it pounding.

You held your head in your hands as you rolled onto your front, you rested it against the floor, trying to make the pain stop.

The whistle was blown instantly, and Mapi was back at your side, apologising over and over again. But that didn't matter when Caro ran over, she was on the other side of the pitch, but the moment she saw you go down, she ran.

She shoved Mapi out of the way, and had it been anybody else, Mapi would have shoved her back, but the way that you cried and held your head made her think she deserved it.

"Hello, my love, can you lift your head for me." She told you as the medics arrived, knowing that you were more likely to do so for her then anybody else.

As you looked up, you almost started crying more, unable to see the girl you loved so much, you couldn't make out her face.

"Hey, come on, don't cry." She told you, being careful as she held your face, the medic checking your pupils.

"That's definitely a concussion. She's going to have fo be subbed off." Your medic spoke, making you cry even more.

"I just wanted to score, Caro, I just wanted to score, I don't wanna be subbed off, I wanna score." You told her. "And I can't see your face. I wanna see your face."

All you were seeing was stars.

But all you wanted to see was your star.

She ran straight over to Jona the moment you were brought off and told him to sub her off or she was gonna get herself a red card so she was forced off.

Claudia came on in her place, and she legged if to the changing rooms. Wanting nothing else but to be there with you.

With her girl.

BOOM, ASKED AND WRITTEN. I actually really liked this, and I think it's brilliant. I hope that you (especially you @wosofie ) enjoyed :))

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #woso community #auswnt #sam kerr #caro graham hansen #caroline graham hansen #barcelona femeni #barcelona #mapi leon #caroline graham hansen x reader #caro x reader #football #kamden writes

[fortheloveofbuddie]

High school sweethearts?

Hi Ashley! Long time no see, so glad that you’re back 💗

I made a moodboard and an introduction to the story here but I’m posting a snippet as well 👀

Buck’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face or rather - one particular familiar face - at his high school reunion. Life hadn’t been so easy for him back then but now when he had become a public figure, people that he had never spoken to, took a sudden interest in him. But there was only one face that he truly longed to see.

And that’s when he saw him. Eddie Diaz, the man that he had loved since he was 16. And hadn’t seen since he was 19. That was over a decade ago now.

The brown eyed man bore clear signs of aging, small lines starting to form around the corners of his eyes. Yet he hadn’t seem to have changed at all - a big, bright smile plastered on his face as he greeted old classmates and friends.

Buck discreetly slipped his fingers under his shirt, fingers seeking the silver chain that held the promise ring that Eddie gave him back in high school. It rested against his skin, concealed from view but stayed a constant reminder of the chapter of his life that had meant everything. Eddie had been his whole world for years.

Hesitant yet excited, he approached Eddie on unsteady feet and as soon as Eddie’s eyes turned to him, a wave of nostalgia washed over him, setting back time instantly.

“Eddie, is that really you?” He chuckled like he could ever forget the face of a man that he had loved for almost half of his life. Eddie turned to face him and somehow the world seemed to stop spinning, memories of shared laughter and secret glances clear as the summer sky.

“Buck?” Eddie’s voice held a hint of disbelief. The stark blue eyed man in front of him had aged amazingly, standing like the masterpiece that he was in front of him.

It took another moment for the two of them to share an embrace and a laugh of nervousness escaped Buck’s mouth.

“Wow you look-…”

“Older? Taller? More rugged?” Buck joked, unable to take the situation seriously. As much as he had longed to see Eddie again, it stung. Years had passed, years that Eddie promised that they would spend together and then never did.

“I was going to say good but sure, yeah, that too” Eddie returned the laugh, still able to read Buck’s voice and body language like an open book.

A bit painstakingly awkward, the two of them started to catch up and for a moment, everything seemed to be exactly like it was back then.

The love was never lost, it just wasn’t their time.

Until Eddie raised his hand to comb through his hair - something he did when he was feeling out of place - that Buck saw the wedding ring on Eddie’s finger.

“Married, huh?” He questioned, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.

Eddie's expression shifted, a mix of emotions crossing his face. "Yeah, I met someone after college. Her name's Shannon, and we have a son called Christopher”

Buck nodded, trying to mask the disappointment that he felt. “That’s great, Eddie. I’m happy for you. Glad to see that you’re doing well” Buck’s words were laced with something that resembled a mix of sarcasm and sadness.

Just as the conversation settled into a slightly awkward silence, a woman approached, wrapping her arm around Eddie's waist. "Eddie, who's this?" she asked, glancing at Buck with a careful smile.

Eddie introduced them, "Shannon, this is Evan. He’s an old friend”

They were never just friends.

Ask me about my wips 💗

Using this as my Tease Tidbit Tuesday cause ya girl is a mess because of exams 😐

Tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @athenagranted mwah mwah mwah 💋

Tagging!! @watchyourbuck @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @giddyupbuck @fionaswhvre @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @honestlydarkprincess @butraura @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz 💗 🦋

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 on abc #caro gets an ask #buddie wip #tease tidbit tuesday #working title is ‘echoes of our hearts’ #fortheloveofbuddie writes

[artsywitchling]

it was difficult, but chapter two of my story thingie is done. And I'm proud uwu

#for those who don't know #I'm working on a webcomic idea and I always struggle with big projects like this #also I always feel extremely self concious and bad about my writing so I always restart and never finish #But this time I want to just go for it and it seems to work. #If I have more energy I start drawing the first pages #caro rambles

[apfelhalm]

"Adam ist wieder da", sagt Leo so beiläufig wie möglich. Als wäre die Aussage nicht das Verrückteste, was er seit Monaten von sich gegeben hat.

Caro isst weiter, doch ihre Bewegungen bremsen einen Moment lang aus, als hätte sie Sand im Getriebe, als müsste sie sich neu justieren. "Adam?" fragt sie genauso beiläufig, genauso bedeutungschwanger. "Adam, dein Bruder?"

Leo nickt kaum merklich.

Sie scheint ihre nächsten Worte abzuwägen, während sie kaut. "Willst du mir nicht endlich erzählen, was damals los war?"

Möchte er das? Eigentlich nicht. Caro hat eine grobe Idee von seiner "komplizierten Familiensituation", aber das meiste hat er ihr verschwiegen. Er hat ihr überhaupt sehr viel verschwiegen - einer der Gründe, warum ihre Ehe auch ziemlich schnell wieder in die Brüche gegangen ist.

"Leo, red mit mir", sagt sie, greift nach seiner Hand und er fühlt sich an die zahllosen Abende erinnert, an denen sie vergeblich versucht hat zu ihm durchzudringen. Immer und immer wieder, bis sie irgendwann aufgegeben hat. Trotzdem - trotz des Schweigens, trotz der Scheidung - ist Caro einer der wenigen Menschen in seinem Leben, die geblieben sind. Jemand, der sich festgebissen hat. Der sich gekümmert hat. Vermutlich war da auch ein bisschen Mitleid im Spiel, aber Fakt ist: Caro ist geblieben. (Adam nicht.) Zumindest ein bisschen Wahrheit steht ihr zu.

"Mein- Unser Vater hat ihn geschlagen. Hat ihn gequält … so richtig." Leo atmet schnaubend aus, während er seine Gabel ablegt. Er erzählt von dem gnadenlosen Training, von dem Geschrei, von den Demütigungen. Caros Augenbrauen furchen sich mit jedem Satz ein bisschen tiefer und in ihren Augen kann er Sorge erkennen, die Angst, dass es ihm genauso ergangen sein muss. Leo schüttelt vehement den Kopf. "Mich hat er ab und zu angeschrieen, aber das meiste hat Adam abbekommen. Er konnte es dem Alten nie recht machen, egal, was er versucht hat. Und ich … ich bin durchgerutscht. Hatte Glück. Irgendwie."

Vielleicht weil Adam der Ältere war. Vielleicht weil Leo die Noten abgeliefert hat, für die Adam sich immer abrackern musste und sie dennoch nicht erreicht hat. Vielleicht weil Leo schon damals gut darin war, unsichtbar zu sein. (Die Leute haben schon immer gesagt, er käme mehr nach seiner Mutter.) Vielleicht … vielleicht auch, weil Adam mit Absicht den Zorn ihres Vaters auf sich gezogen hat, damit zumindest einer von ihnen Ruhe hatte. Und Leo hat stumm zugesehen, immer wieder, bis es fast zu spät war.

"… ich konnte ihm nicht helfen", sagt er und fühlt, wie Caro seine Hand drückt.

"Du warst noch ein Kind", sagt ihre Stimme von ganz weit weg und Leo verkneift sich ein weiteres Kopfschütteln. Caro kann nicht wissen, wie es damals war. Was wirklich passiert ist. Mehr als dieses Stück Wahrheit kann er ihr nicht geben. Es gibt Dinge, die werden Adam und er mit ins Grab nehmen, aber das ist okay. Leo ist gut im Fresse halten, Wegducken, Durchrutschen. Es hat ihn durch seine Kindheit gebracht, durch die fünfzehn Jahre ohne Adam und es wird ihn auch durch alles andere bringen.

Wenn Leo etwas kann, dann ertragen.

#tess is kind of writing #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #this is NOT incest but i was tempted #might still write an incest snippet if i have time #my headcanon is that leo jumped at the first chance to pretend he's normal and lose his last name #so he agreed to marry caro but obviously that was doomed to fail #he kept the name though so neither pia nor esther know of his and adam's connection up until hdw maybe