#flips on this for a bit and then says hell go to bed and message me when he gets up bc hell miss me or something

[littlefreya]

Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet. 

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god. 

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer. 

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read. 

The other - “something to make you think of me.”  

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin. 

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs. 

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath. 

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?” 

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip. 

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games. 

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body. 

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand. 

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out. 

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside. 

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release. 

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to… 

It was his fantasy, after all. 

“FUCK!!!” 

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck. 

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo. 

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.  

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!” 

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded. 

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment. 

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed. 

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.” 

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.” 

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking. 

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud. 

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #sand castle

[ajortga]

i'm not coming home.

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

warning! sensitive topics ahead include: character death, suicide, overdose, massive angst with NO happy ending.

thank you egg for your request! cried a little making this which usually.. isn't quite normal to happen. hope this might make your angst heart pour a little.. p.s this was partially inspired by some other fics i read that i loved and this was particularly based off the lyrics im not coming home, not really my future:o

-

I just saw that song fic you made, it was very nice. So I’d like to request one of my own…

My future by Billie Eilish?

Obviously for my favorite girl Vada Cavell. Who else would I request for?

-

Her eyes looked at the moon, Vada’s brown eyes looking at the way the moon shone across the city.

“The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” A voice said beside her.

Vada's eyes glanced at you, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Yeah. But you were always prettier.”

“You used to say that a lot.”

“I know. It’s because I think it’s true.”

You stood there in silence, Vada scooted closer to you, pointing at the flowers right ahead of you guys.

“Do you remember when we planted those?”

“Yeah, they grew so pretty. We wanted to make a whole flower garden together.”

“The garden is growing I think.”

“I think so too.

Silence once again, the only sound was the dark trees rustling in the blue moonlight, stars above the two’s heads. Vada bit her lip, looking at the stars, her knees tucked under her arms.

“Do you think in another universe, we’d be in love?” You whispered, catching her off guard as she looked at you, seeing the way your eyes looked hurt.

Vada shrugged, thinking for a moment, “I don’t know..”

Another pause.

“Maybe in another universe, I never so badly wished it was this one though.”

She heard a small laugh, hurt laced behind it, “It once was.”

“In this universe we’re not. Because you’re no longer here.”

…

“I know.”

Vada wishes she could take those words back. 

-

Vada needed space to herself after trying to heal from traumatic experiences it was so hard for her to deal with. You were just trying to help.

You were just trying to help.

Offering to hold her hand in the hallways, reassuring back rubs, kisses on the forehead, sticking by her side.

It was too much for her. She just wanted to be left alone, but she didn’t want to tell you.

You just were so worried, you made sure to love her.

The day Vada was the most stressed, she took all her anger out on you for just trying to comfort her.

“Can you stop being arrogant for once and get it into your brain that you need to leave me alone? You have to let me go and it’s getting so frustrating you can’t get that into your system! Just give me my space when I need it!”

Vada’s voice echoes through the house, her eyes looked enraged as she saw the way your figure looked so small.

“Okay.”

That was the last word she heard you say before you left the apartment to just.. Process.

Vada felt bad, seeing the way your shoulders dropped as you walked out the door. But she was just so frustrated with all these events she couldn't bring herself to apologize. She was too tired.

-

Ding

...

Ding

....

Ding ding ding ding ding

"Oh my god.." Vada groaned tiredly, her phone light almost lighting up the whole room as she rubbed her eyes, stirring from bed.

Who the hell would be notifying her at 2:43 AM?

Her hands flipped her phone over as she looked at the messages, the way her eyes widened was indescribable.

my sweet y/n♡: vada they won't go away.

my sweet y/n♡: i'm so scared.

my sweet y/n♡: it won't stop, vada it won't stop.

my sweet y/n♡: i can't breathe

my sweet y/n♡: i just want it to stop.

my sweet y/n♡: baby please i need you. i don't feel good.

4x call missed

my sweet y/n♡: i'm sorry.

my sweet y/n♡: i love you.

my sweet y/n♡: i love you with my whole heart and i promise that you can finally be left alone like you wanted.

"No! No no no no no!.." She said louder to herself, immediately jumping off the bed and hitting the call button. No response.

"Please just pick up!"

She grabbed her keys and slammed the door shut, immediately going to your house with an inhaler and meds.

She kept ringing and ringing as she heard you pick up, immediately putting the phone to her ear.

"Baby! Baby.. Talk to me. Talk to me please."

"...Vada.." you cry, your voice barely a whisper, "It hurts."

"What did you do? Y/N.. Tell me please, what did you do? Did you take something bad?"

"I just.. I..."

Vada hears you breathing heavily, making small hurtful breaths.

"I just wanted everything to stop... I'm so tired.."

"I'm almost there baby.."

Vada makes a full on swerve as she busts out of her car, hearing the way your labored breaths were gradually beginning to grow shakier. The call ends as she makes a plead of frustration. She grabs the keys she snagged when she left the house and frantically unlocked your door.

"Y/N!" she cries, the house was dark as she turned every corner before rushing into your room, barging in.

There you were, curled up on the ground, your arm over your stomach as she saw the way your chest shook, the way you let out cries. There were pills scattered around you, your hand holding a pill bottle that was almost half empty. Vada screamed as she immediately knelt down as you turned.

"Baby, Y/N, wake up!" She cried, shaking you

You were barely able to make a noise, she could only hear you say her name, your voice barely an audible whisper with tear-stained cheeks and glazed over eyes.

Vada let out a painful cry as her hand reached up to caress your now cold skin. You were shaking as Vada picked you up and cradled you, calling the 3 numbers as quickly as she could, begging for the ambulance to come as quickly as they could.

"Everything is going to be okay. Don't close your eyes sweetheart. I promise you'll be okay.."

You curled your body into hers, your head drooping down as you look at her, your vision unfocused.

Oh how your eyes were the ones she loved so much, the ones she loved so much now looking like this. Lifeless, barely hanging on.

"I'm so sorry. Vada's so sorry baby. I should have never said those mean things to you. You mean the w-world to me. I love you so much," The guilt was stirring in her stomach, unlike anything she's seen before.

You whimper against her, "I-I d-don't feel good... I-I feel s-so c-cold.."

Vada sobbed as she wrapped a blanket around your shaking, fragile body, hugging you tightly.

"I'm here. Help is coming," she whispered, looking down at you, fallen tears beginning to drop on your clothes.

Your eyelids were half-open, Vada's voice was beginning to become muffled. You knew Vada was beyond worried, you just wanted everything to stop for a while.. You also knew deep down, you wouldn't be able to make it. You wouldn't be able to make it out alive. You wouldn't be able to spend the rest of your life and marry Vada. Maybe live in the green meadows like you always dreamed of, cuddling as you watched the stars at night. Maybe have had a cat too and looked like the romantic sweethearts everyone envied of, sharing small gentle kisses in the corners of every place you traveled.

You knew you couldn't be with her till her last breath, but you knew she would be with you till yours.

You knew you wouldn't be able to live your love, so you mustered all the left-over strength you still had and croaked out the 3 little words.

"I love you."

You felt it. Vada did too. The way your eyes glassed over, it was no longer the warm, pretty eyes she adored, they were now foggy and dark. The way your body began to lose it's warm comfort that Vada ever so loved feeling when she cuddled you to bed. It was all fading. And she knew your life was fading too.

Vada cried, she didn't want to loose you. She was sobbing and she couldn't do anything about it, she was so so scared.

"I love you too. I love you so fucking much Y/N. I.. I.." She didn't know what else to say, she was so scared that she couldn't speak anymore, wailing.

You gave her the weakest smile you could muster, though she knew that it wasn't the smile you gave her when your eyes would light up as soon as you saw her, it was the smile that you finally understood.

You understood. The cracking smile that showed you were ready.

"That's all my heart can ever ask for. I-I'll be there with you, as a pretty deer in the moonlight, or the shiniest star. I-I'll be there whenever y-you need me.. It was never your fault.." You whispered, before she could see your eyes go still, your shaking body beginning to slow. The last teardrop that would ever fall go down your cheek.

"No! Open your eyes Y/N! Baby! Please! I'm here! You can open your eyes now! Wake up!"

Vada didn't know love could make her cry this hard as she felt your skin turn cold, she wished she could just take it all back. She'd remember you through every memory. But she'd remember that the memories of the person she loved most would never exist in the future. It was all in the past. She knew that you were gone as she cried into the wind. The ambulance was just too late as they saw her hugging your soulless body, never wanting to let go.

"Vada's so sorry.." She cries in a whisper.

-

Vada felt herself sniffle, she could feel the way her memories invaded her brain. She could never forgive herself for it. On every shooting star she wished that it could've never happened in the first place.

She then noticed the way she felt her cheeks suddenly stain with tears, seeing your pretty body fade away in the moonlight above. Seeing the way that you bit down a hurtful expression, smiling with a cracked heart as she sniffled. The night sky is now beginning to reflect through you. 

It was all her fault. She couldn’t bear to hear it. But she knew now that you weren’t going to come home. You never would.

She knew one day you would fade from her mind completely. She couldn’t bear to know that one day, she’d forget the way you sounded.  She knew that one day, your ghost would eventually fade away, your faded presence beginning to slow as time healed. There would be a day that your ghost would stop showing up completely.

She knew that one day, all your memories would turn into months, years, decades.

Until it’ll all be too old for her to remember. To remember you and the way you were the first person Vada felt her stomach tingle with fluttering butterflies as you kissed her so gently. To remember the way you would hold your umbrella for her as it poured rain, seeing the way your forehead would drip with water from protecting her before you could shelter yourself.

"Keep our love special okay? Keep it just between us. Keep it in your heart." You whispered, before you faded away, knowing one day you'll appear once again.

Vada nodded, slowly, she still can't believe she isn't over it. How could she be?

Her hair was wet, she was so used to feeling a hood over her head. She was so used to being protected by you. Rain drenched her clothes as her body shook, staring at the way the city lights dimmed below her. 

She knew that you weren’t going to come home.

Because there she was, sitting on a wet patch of grass, drenched in the rain. Knowing that once before, you sat with her in the rain, holding an umbrella over her head as you hugged her, cuddling for warmth. 

Vada let out a shaky, broken sigh as she looked up, seeing the way the stars shone. One shone so bright as she smiled. Her star.

From the wind blowing so gently in her hair with rain showering across the city, the deer peeked behind the tree, making a soft noise.

"Every night and day I wish I could feel your cuddles, kiss me and tell me it was all a nightmare, but it's been too long to know it's not just stupid nightmare. I miss you more than words can possibly describe."

Vada rubbed her cheeks, wiping the tears that were falling, feeling the rain drizzle with her sadness, making a quiet cry.

"It's been 5 months Y/N. I love you. I wish you were here with me. "

Maybe you wouldn't be with Vada till her last breath, maybe her grieving wouldn't last that long. But she was there for yours, that's all you could ever ask for. Your girlfriend hugging you as you took your last breath. That was special.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter x you #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell x you #Spotify

[devilat-thedoor]

happy…..manic monday?😈

sinful jake thoughts, anyone?

he won’t put the guitar down. he won’t pay you any attention despite the way you’ve been lingering in his vicinity. you tried to coax his focus elsewhere; traipsing around in your tiny shorts and tank top. “Jakey….can you take a break for a bit?” you came up behind him, walking your fingers along his shoulders and down his chest, bending to place a soft kiss to his neck.

he pulled his hand from the strings, fitting the pick between his lips, and removed your hands from his body. when he took the pick out of his mouth, he looked over his shoulder at you, “sweetheart, i’m in deep here… go read a book or watch a movie for a little bit.”

you stomped your foot, ready to throw a tantrum, as you moved to stand in front of him. “you’ve been at this all day, Jake! i don’t wanna watch tv anymore, i wanna spend time with my fucking boyfriend!” you glared at him, hoping he’d get the hint.

“don’t be a fucking brat… i’ll give you all the attention you want when i’m finished.” he began strumming the strings again, effectively silencing you and ending the conversation. you breathed out a scoff and turned on your heel, stalking out of the room. Jake paid you no mind, his fingers steadily dancing along the frets as he picked out a haunting melody, only looking up to shake his head when he heard the bedroom door slam shut. “fucking pouty little crybaby…” he mumbled to himself with a chuckle. it didn’t take long for him to get lost in his music again, nothing on his mind other than the series of chords he was putting together…until his phone vibrated in his pocket with a text message. he placed the guitar on the floor, leaning it against his chair, to dig his cell out. “jesus christ…” his mouth hung open at the photo he’d received from you. you were laying across the bed, wearing nothing but one of his tshirts pulled up above your breasts to reveal your naked body to him. the simple text that accompanied the picture, keep playing your guitar, i’ll play by myself. he couldn’t deny the way his cock started to twitch in his jeans, but he remained composed as he typed out a response. before he had the chance to hit send, another message came through from you. a video this time. when he clicked play, he didn’t even give it five seconds before he locked his phone and stood up, bounding through the house. you could hear his footsteps nearing the bedroom, “alright, sweetheart… you got my atten- what the hell?” to his surprise the door was locked. he listened to the sounds of your soft moans through the barrier before knocking impatiently. “okay, very fucking funny. open the door, babe.”

you giggled, calling back to him, “i can’t open the door right now, baby…..i’m in deep here…” your fingers were swirling over your clit for a moment before you dipped them inside of yourself with a drawn out whine.

Jake was still knocking incessantly, “Y/N, you made your point… baby, open the door. please…” you gave in when he began jiggling the door handle and got up to flip the lock. the second he heard the click, he flung the door open and rushed at you. he scooped you up and dropped you to the bed as you squealed. “you think you’re real clever, don’t you?” he straightened up to remove his shirt before moving on to unbutton his jeans.

staring up at him, you chewed on your lip with a smirk, “i got your attention, Jake…..so yeah…. i’d say i’m pretty clever.” you slowly parted your legs, watching his gaze travel from your face to your heat.

once his jeans were off, he kneeled on the bed, settling between your legs. he started running his hands up your thighs, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. “i’d wipe that smirk off your face, sweetheart……because you’re right….” his thumbs landed on either side of pussy, spreading it open to reveal your wetness, before he began tracing light patterns over your clit, “…..you do have my attention….. but i think you’ll come to learn that patience is a virtue, love….” when his sentence concluded, his thumb moved faster.

you were writhing on the mattress, moaning out for jake to keep going while his other hand slipped down to push a finger into you. “fuck, baby…. that’s so good.” when he felt you begin to clench, he removed his finger and let his thumb slow on your clit, causing you to pick your head up, “Jake, what the fuck?” you whimpered at the loss of contact, “why’d you stop?”

“patience, sweetheart.” Jake resumed his torturous swirls, smiling to himself at how easily you melted into his touch. “do you enjoy being a brat?…..” he added two fingers this time, curling them against your gspot.

moans and whines poured from your lips but when you didn’t answer his question, he started to slow again. “Jake, please….” you pleaded for him to keep going.

he stilled his finger inside of you, “answer me… do you enjoy being a brat? throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way?” his eyes locked with yours and you shook your head as you rocked your hips against his hand. his thumb stopped completely then, “don’t lie to me, Y/N. if you wanna cum, you gotta be honest.”

you were shaking your head frantically now, “okay! alright…..fine.” your breathing was becoming heavier as you chased a release. “i won’t lie, just- baby, please don’t stop again…” desperation seeped from your voice and it made him smirk with satisfaction.

he was putting all of his focus on the sensitive bundle, but his fingers remained motionless in your cunt. “say it…..i wanna hear you admit it.”

“Jake-”

“Aht… say it, sweetheart.”

you tried to hold your ground but it was bordering the line of overstimulation and your head was starting to spin. “fuck- okay, i- jesus!” he was finger fucking you before you could get the words out, but he still expected the admission and that much was clear by the way he cocked an eyebrow at you. “j- i…..i like being a brat, okay?” the words came rushed as you fought for a breath through your impending orgasm and jake started to move his fingers with a little more intensity, “i th- shit… i throw tantrums…..i do it because- because i know….it gets under your skin…”

“good girl.” he smiled wide and proud as your eyes rolled back and immediately lowered his mouth to your pussy, rolling his tongue over your clit. it was mere moments before you had your fingers twisting through his hair and you were grinding into his face. “come on, sweetheart. you can let it go now.” with one final push of his fingers and few flicks of his tongue, you were completely coming undone, calling out his name with a shaky voice and trembling body.

your grip loosened on his hair and you let your nails scratch at his scalp as he hummed against you, bringing you back to earth from your climax. “fucking hell, Jake…” as your breathing finally evened out, you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face when he looked up from between your thighs. “i know you said something about patience……but i don’t think i learned anything, baby.”

he met you with a challenging glare, “no? you didn’t learn?” Jake began crawling up your body, kissing his way up your torso as he stroked himself. when his face was inches above yours, he placed a single kiss to your lips before his own smirk grew wider. “maybe you’re a hands on learner, sweetheart….”

to be continued…..maybe?

tagging my babes that i think will appreciate this the most🩵

@ignite-my-fire @stardustvanfleet @jakesguitarsolo

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #jake thoughts #jake kiszka blurb #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader

[rafedaddy01]

I got you something

Pairing: reader x Rafe

Summary- you gift Rafe something that leads to an interesting night

Warnings- this is just down right bad (caution when reading) 🤭

Notes- this was a request for this link: ;) reader gifts Rafe this and it obviously leads to smut and then reader tries to put the pieces back so that Rafes sisters don’t know how naughty they’ve been

P.s., I love when you guys interact with my writings so please, reblog, comment, and send in requests

Masterlist

“I got you something” y/n says. “Oh?” Rafe questions lifting one brow curiously.

“Turn around” she tells him twirling her finger. He obeyed, with a sigh. Always so sassy.

She brought the cake she had got Rafe that read ‘Let me ride your face’ in white chocolate letters.

“Turn around” she squealed excitedly. He turned around and eyes dropped down to the chocolate delight. His body vibrating with laughter as he read it. “Oh baby, all you had to do was ask”

He grabbed the cake from her and placed it on the counter.

Redirecting his attention to her he stalked up to her and picked her up like she weighed nothing. He tossed her over his shoulder as he raced upstairs. Her giggles echoing in the empty house.

He put her down and tore his shirt off, sprawling out on the bed and calling her over.

“Come ride my face baby, my tongue is itching to taste you.” His voice husky. She slowly stripped down as she walked to the bed.

She climbed atop and positioned herself, flipping towards to faces his body as her lower half hovered his beautiful face.

With a grunt he pulled her thighs and lowered her to his lips. A small yelp exiting her throat at the harsh action, which quickly turned into a moan as his tongue dipped into her wetness. He squeezed her thighs.

“Fuck” a low curse left her lips as she grinded her hips.

His hands snaked up to her breasts, massing them and twisting the nipple.

“Shit, rafe” she groaned, causing rafe to hum in agreement. Sending vibrations through her body. Her hands coming down to his chest, holding her up.

He sucks on her bud and she goes crazy.

She sighs in satisfaction as she starts riding his tongue.

Her whole body lights up with the familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching.

“Oh shit rafe, I’m cumming” he grips her thighs tighter as his tongue devours her. Her whole body shakes as her orgasm washes over her. Rafes movements don’t slow. Instead speeding up and entering her to suck up her delicious juices.

Her body slumps as she takes in the glory of a post orgasm. Rafe taps her legs to indicate he can’t breath.

Not that he’d complain, it’s be one hell of a way to go out.

She gasps and gets off, “I’m sorry baby” she says. “Don’t be” he props himself up and kisses her lips. She moans at the taste of herself, ready for round 2.

“Now..” he starts. “Let’s go eat that cake?” He says like a child. She laughs as Rafe hands her, her clothes and he too puts his shirt back on.

They walk down to the kitchen, hand in hand. Rafe gets them each a fork and they dig in. Tasting the chocolaty deliciousness and moaning at the flavor melting on their tongue.

As they eat about half the cake, not touching the letters, y/n gets an idea.

“I think I owe you a thank you” she smirks.

Her eyes darting to the still visible hard on Rafe has. She gets to her knees, appreciative that Rafes family won’t be home till later tonight, she unzips his jeans and frees his cock.

Her finger dipping into the bit of chocolate frosting.

Her eyes meet Rafes as she spreads some onto the his cock. He groans as he watched her. Her eyes never leaving his, her tongue darts out and licks.

Her mouth covers the tip and starts bobbing, she didn’t apply to much chocolate not wanting to make a big mess.

She moans at the taste of the sweetness of the chocolate and the saltiness of Rafes pre cum mixed together. Her moans vibrating around his cock and making him jerk.

She grabs his hand and placed them on her head. He gets the message and smirks, so happy he has such a obedient little slut. He grips her hair and she stops her bobbing. He starts thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face until her makeup smears and her tears stain her cheeks, he loved seeing her like this. Fucked out and on her knees for him and only him.

“Fuck y/n. Your throats so tight” he groans out. She moans in agreement, his cock twitching in her mouth from the vibrations she sends. He brings his thumb to her cheeks and wipes the tears.

“So pretty baby girl” he says in a low husky voice. Y/n pussy clenching around nothing at his praise. “So good for me, baby girl” he groans as he thrusts.

“Oh shit” Rafe says throwing his head back. Her heart fills with joy to see what she does to him.

His grip on her hair becomes tighter and she moans once more, that sends him into a spiral. His balls clench as his cum shoots in the back of her throat.

He pulls out and few more spurts splash across her face. His head comes down and groans when he sees the mess he left on her.

She wipes it off her face and brings it to her lips.

“Fuck” he growls.

“Come here” he murmurs as he swings her up, turning her around and pressing her into the counter.

Her pulls her dress up and her panties down.

She whimpers as he brings his cock to her soaking slit, running it up and down.

He finally pushes in and bottoms out with one move. “Fuck, rafe” she says through clenched teeth.

He starts pulling out and slams back in, hitting her g-spot instantly.

The kitchen fills with growls, groans, grunts, moans, curses, and skin slapping. If anyone were to walk in right now it would be a whole porno. The sounds coming out of their mouths was wild and the position he had her in was quite impressive.

Her stomach on the counter. Legs wide and in a butterfly formation, and pulled to the edge.

Her hands were gripped by one of his behind her back, the other tugging her head back by her hair and he was pounding into her at a relentless speed. He was inside her so deep, practically in her guts.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. You look so sexy bent at my will like this” he growls out like an animal. All she can manage out is a moan. He smirks liking the way he has her fucked out of her pretty little mind.

Her walls flutter beautifully around his cock, sucking him in deeper if even humanly possible. The counter filled with her juices. He lets go of her hair and brings his hand around to her front, grabbing her throat and slightly squeezing.

She automatically clamps down on him making him groan out and throw his head back, eyes shutting.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he groans as he pulls out and cums on her back. This was gonna be a bitch to clean. The counter, the floor, themselves..

He pulls back from her, breathing heavily. Her face falls against the cool counter and catches her own breath.

Once their able to breath again he helps her off the counter until she can stand on her wobbly legs. “Fuck cameron, I think you almost killed me. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had” she laughs out in a breath. He chuckles as he pulls her naked body to his, taking in the smell of sex radiating off her. He kissed the top of her head before pulling back.

“We need a shower” she says scrunching up her nose.

A devilish smirk appearing on his face. “Don’t even think about it, I’m wiped” she sternly says. But Rafe always gets his way.

Before Rafe can scoop her up she darts from his muscular arms reaching for her.

“Wait!” She shouts.

He groans. “What?” His disappointed face frowning. All he wants to do is take his baby girl and shower.

She walks over to the cake, he watched as she rearranges the letters. “What are you doing?” He laughs as he walks up and pears over her shoulder. “Your sisters will come home and want some” her concentration falling back to the cake.

“Im trying to make it say ‘I love you’”

“Damn it” she says frustrated at the clear failed attempt.

“There’s no V” she cried out. he Steals the cake from her and grabs it from her.

“What are you doing?” She asks. “Let’s go shower, and then we’ll eat this cake before cuddling in bed” he says, landing a smile to her face. She nods and follows him up the stairs.

“No funny business! I mean it” she poked his chest.

“No promises, baby girl” he jokes as he turns the water on and placed her since the shower. Coming in after her. “Rafe!” She slaps his shoulder as she watches his cock harden again. “Can’t help it baby girl, your just so sexy”

She throws her head back in laughter. Coming back he leans in for a kiss. Totally dissolving any and every thought from her mind.

She leans into the kiss and it gets hot and heavy fast. His kisses end up on her neck.

And eventually his cock ends up in her cunt. Where it rightfully belongs. Hitting her third orgasm for the day.

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #dark rafe cameron #smut #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe x y/n #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #rafe imagine #rafe smut #rafe obx

[tawaifeddiediaz]

kisses and embraces

this is for @eddiediaaz based on this tiktok. it’s grossly cheesy and sappy, bone apple teeth :))

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Word Count: 2611 words

It’s a typical night.

Well, it’s the new, teenager-in-house definition of a typical night, which means Eddie’s crawled into bed way too early to flip through his book, Christopher holed away in his own room to talk to his friends and the living room too lonely to sit there without him, idly flipping through channels that he’s not watching.

Instead, Eddie had disappeared into his own room, propping his back against the headboard and stretching his legs over the comforter.

Now, he sits here flipping through the novel, only picking up bits and pieces from the whole thing.

He thinks it’s a romance novel, but hell if he could tell anyone what the plot is. All he’s gotten out of it so far is that one of the main characters is a firefighter.

Must be why he picked it up, then.

His phone beeping takes him away from the book he was only pretending to read, bored out of his mind. The familiar text tone brings a smile to his face instantly, one that makes him glad he’s alone so he’s not embarrassed by the giddy feeling that takes over.

Eddie knows if he looked in a mirror, he’d be wearing the goofiest expression known to man.

Buck: can’t sleep, can i come over?

The questions are a new thing, a product of them getting used to the new changes of their lives. Eddie just doesn’t know how to emphasize to Buck that these are the smaller things that will never change between them — Eddie is always, always going to want Buck in his orbit, and this house feels incomplete without Buck with him.

Eddie: you don’t have to ask, you know that

Eddie: use your key, lock up when you come in.

Not even a minute after he sends the message, Eddie hears the familiar sound of the key in the lock, followed by the door closing, then two turns of the lock again to secure his whole family under the same roof for the night.

Eddie lets out a quiet, helpless sound of amusement as he hears his boyfriend’s familiar tread through the house, footsteps stopping at Chris’ door with a gentle knock.

The low murmurs of their voices filter through Eddie’s closed bedroom door, and he waits as patiently as he can while Buck and Chris catch up as if they hadn’t just seen each other that morning. He knows if he went to drag Buck out of his son’s room right now, Chris would give him an unimpressed look and complain that Eddie gets to see him at work and at home, and it’s not fair of him to monopolize all of Buck’s time for himself.

(That’s a new word Chris learned a few weeks ago, and since then, Eddie’s heard it in too many sentences — but especially when Chris wants Buck all of himself.)

Sue him, he’s feeling a little needy, and a lot grateful that Buck is here instead of all the way at his loft. And more than that, he’s content that his son loves Buck just as much as Eddie does, and Buck loves Chris just the same — though Eddie knows if he asked him, Buck would immediately say that he loves Chris more.

(More than any of that, he’s glad his teenager isn’t too cool for at least one of them.)

“What if I had said no?” Eddie greets as his bedroom door slides open, his shoulders relaxing at the sight of the familiar figure in the doorway.

“You wouldn’t,” Buck says confidently, laughing softly as he shuts the door with a quiet, finite snick.

“Then why ask? You know I’d never turn you away,” Eddie asks, setting his book on the nightstand as he studies his boyfriend. “I don’t like it when you do that. Just come over next time.”

He has to resist asking Buck to move in right there and then, because it’s only been two weeks and he knows that they have a lot to work through before they throw all their hats in the ring. But still, nights like this, Eddie can’t help but wish Buck just lived here full-time.

Hs boyfriend looks exhausted, tight lines of tiredness around his eyes and his jaw set, even with his mouth curved up fondly. He’s even in his pajamas, a tattered pair of sweats and a worn t-shirt that definitely belongs to Eddie, which means he’d tried to crash and found himself too wired to actually sleep.

“It’s the polite thing to do,” he murmurs as he sets his phone next to Eddie’s before crawling onto the bed. In one deft move, he strips off his shirt, bodily parts Eddie’s legs and collapses between them with a muted groan.

Eddie laughs, dropping his hands to Buck’s bare back and holding him close. “Right. You, polite.”

Buck pinches him before pressing his face into Eddie’s stomach and letting out another drawn-out whine. It’s an exasperated sound, directed towards himself, and Eddie watches as Buck writhes to try and get comfortable before propping one leg up, bent at the knee, the other leg extended out behind him.

The restlessness in his boyfriend cracks a little bit of Eddie’s heart, and he reaches out, laying his palms flat against the strong muscles of Buck’s back. Miraculously, Buck settles under his touch. He’s pushed back enough that his foot hangs over the edge, but the way Buck sighs and calms, it’s like he’s never found a more comfortable position than under Eddie’s hands.

He wonders when the marvel of holding him like this will fade. They only stepped into this relationship two weeks ago, but they’ve been some of the happiest two weeks of Eddie’s life. Something about being with Buck makes him feel free, like he’s allowed to accept all this happiness that’s come his way, and he’s allowed to build the life he wants with his partner and son with it.

Of all the things they’ve gotten up to in the last two weeks — a cauldron pot of emotion simmering over until there’s nothing but biting kisses, desperate touches and truly depraved actions that have been a long time coming — this has to be one of Eddie’s favorites.

The weight of Buck between his legs is nothing new, but it feels new when he rests his head on Eddie’s lower stomach, arms thrown up around his waist to hold him tightly, as if Eddie would want to be anywhere but here.

Just him and Buck — Buck, who’s been his partner in so many ways through the years. It’s this newfound intimacy of being romantic partners that makes everything in Eddie feel giddy, like his happiness is racing through his blood to every last inch of him, unable to be contained.

Carefully, he buries one hand in the tousled, loose curls on top of Buck’s head, stroking lightly. With the other hand, he kneads his palm into the broad muscles of his back, content to stay here with his legs cradling Buck safely.

“Tired, huh,” Eddie whispers, stroking through Buck’s hair as he bends a little closer, his body covering Buck’s. The scent of his shampoo reaches Eddie, wrapping around Eddie with intent.

Buck simply hums, the vibrations from the sound tickling the stretch of exposed skin where Eddie’s shirt has ridden up from all his shifting. It sends goosebumps prickling down Eddie’s spine, a gentle warmth of Buck’s affection following along when his boyfriend turns his head to press his mouth to Eddie’s bare skin.

In the last two weeks, Eddie’s gotten to know the definitions of Buck’s kisses intimately. There are the deep, dragging ones that are full of indulgence and heat. There are the slow, muted ones that are kissing just for the sake of closeness, without any expectation of more. There are the casual ones to say hello, or goodbye.

And then there are the reassurance ones — the ones that make it real that they have this now, after fighting for it for so long.

The kiss that Buck leaves on his skin right then is a reassurance kiss. Almost like he can’t believe that Eddie’s here, holding him up as he tries to relax into sleep.

Like this, Eddie can’t bend all the way down without crushing Buck, but he can stretch forward, leaving trailblazing marks over Buck’s skin.

So he does.

With one hand, he gently runs his fingers down Buck’s the dip of spine, down to the waistband of his sweatpants, then back up again. He traces all the freckles and birthmarks and scars that decorate his back, connecting all the dots as his nails trace soft patterns up and down his skin.

Touching Buck is one of Eddie’s indulgences, fingertips pressed to warm skin, marked by the evidence of his life. He’s touched Buck to draw out the most sinful of noises, the whimpers and gasping breaths he lets out, but he’s rarely gotten the time to touch him just for the sake of touching like this.

He explores the expanse of Buck’s shoulder blades, palm kneading briefly over the muscle groove before drifting to the thick muscles of his arms, then back up over his shoulders. With each pass of his fingers, a little more of the tension bleeds out of the tense set of them.

“Feels nice,” Buck murmurs drowsily, his face still planted in Eddie’s stomach. His arms tighten around Eddie’s waist, the flex of his muscle drawing Eddie’s gaze to the stretch of bare skin laid out in front of him. The arch of his back has to be uncomfortable, but he doesn’t say a word.

The way his spine is curved has Eddie’s back twinging in sympathy, but instead of telling him anything, he hooks his feet around him, crossing his ankles to pin Buck between his knees. With one quick motion, he tugs until they’re both laying on their sides, Buck still cradled against Eddie without having to fold his body in half in the wrong direction.

“What’s wrong with you?” Buck mumbles as he scoots up, tucking his face into Eddie’s neck. Their legs tangle, one of Eddie’s slung over his hip to keep him pressed close. Buck lets out a sinful sound of contentment and a flush breaks out on Eddie’s face — he might not want more than this right now, but he’s not a saint, especially where Buck’s noises are concerned.

“Sue me for not wanting you to break your back,” Eddie tells him, mouth pressed to Buck’s temple. One hand is still buried in his hair, holding him tight against Eddie’s body.

Buck tilts his head up, eyes so, so blue as they stare at Eddie with a plea.

That’s another look Eddie’s gotten familiar with over the past two weeks.

With a huff of amusement, Eddie tips his chin down to give Buck the kiss he’s asking for, slow and syrupy. The scratch of their stubble sounds through the quiet of the bedroom, and Buck presses his gratitude and affection into Eddie’s mouth in a way that only feeds the swell of his heart in his chest.

They lay there for a while, exchanging slow, soft kisses with no real end goal, no further intent. Just this very real form of intimacy that Eddie still can’t believe he has. That he doesn’t have to hold back from sharing anymore.

It’s the slow, sweeping movement of his palm to cup the back of Buck’s neck, keeping him exactly where Eddie wants him as their lips slot together, coming together with startling familiarity. It’s the brief slide of their tongues together, it’s the way Buck’s arm hooks around Eddie’s waist, it’s the greedy way they sip from each other’s mouths like they can’t get enough. It’s the way Buck’s palms slide under Eddie’s tank top to press against his bare back, the way each kiss leaves Eddie flying high as Buck’s mouth drips with the sweetest honey.

It’s the addictive pull of his partner that Eddie can’t get enough of, even when his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen — he thinks if he could share just one breath with Buck, he’d be okay.

Eddie takes Buck’s plush bottom lip between his own, tugging gently before giving him one last kiss, tipping their foreheads together. Buck sighs again, his mouth slightly swollen and spit slick as his neck curves further in Eddie’s palm to nuzzle their noses together.

It’s cute and a little ridiculous, and Eddie can’t stop the giggle that slips out, leaning forward to press a kiss to Buck’s cheek before his boyfriend returns back to his spot in the cradle of Eddie’s neck.

“Were you reading when I got here?” Buck whispers.

Eddie shakes his head. “Nah, I was just bored. Don’t even remember what was in it.”

Buck hums again, the ticklish feeling even more pronounced against the sensitive skin of his neck. “Read to me, then.”

Eddie lets out a surprised bark of laughter as Buck’s arms tighten around him, pressed so close together. “Right now?”

“No time like the present,” Buck says, and Eddie feels his lips tip up into a wide smile. “You got somewhere else to be, Diaz?”

Even without looking, he knows it’s one of his favorite smiles — the one with the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the deep dimple at the corner of his mouth, and the bunched-up cheeks. The one that comes out whenever Buck teases him.

Maybe Eddie’s not the only one who feels needy tonight.

He stretches forward, grabbing the paperback off the nightstand and flipping it open to the first chapter. His voice is still quiet, a thing for only him and Buck to share, but he feels Buck begin to relax further in the circle of his arms as Eddie reads over his shoulder, and he thinks that maybe this is enough.

He’s not even halfway through the chapter when Buck’s soft snores reach his ears, his weight having gone slack in Eddie’s arms.

Quietly closing the book, Eddie reaches forward to turn off the lamp, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and closing his eyes. His hand starts up a pattern of smoothing up and down Buck’s spine, the repetitive motion lulling him towards slumber, too.

“I love you,” he breathes out against Buck’s skin drowsily, his words lost in the close-cropped hair at his temple.

Where he’d thought Buck was asleep, there are three slow taps on his spine, a silent, sleepy affirmation of him hearing Eddie.

The action makes Eddie’s heart swell five times too big for his chest, tired tears pushing at the back of his eyes, and he presses his lips to Buck’s head to hide the emotional sound that threatens to scrape out of his throat.

Buck holds him tighter as he shifts in his sleep, legs still tangled together, and with the warmth of his boyfriend wrapped around him, Eddie dozes off.

(The next morning, Eddie asks Buck if the book was really that boring, and Buck teases him about reading cheesy romance novels.

Chris walks in and finds them arguing about the merits of a good romance novel, and true to it, he rolls his eyes, grabs one of the waffles Buck’s made, and walks out without a second glance.

Eddie watches him go, then turns back to Buck with another argument on his tongue, only for Buck to kiss it off his lips, claiming that he could romance Eddie better.

He’s right but for the sake of argument, Eddie raises an eyebrow in challenge anyway, enjoying the determined glint in his boyfriend’s eyes.

And the world keeps spinning.)

#zee writes #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 fic #911fic #911fanfic #911onfox #911 abc #oneawkwardcookie #usernymika #userisha #userdahlias #alielook #maystag #usersmia #userabs #userceecee #usersonny

[jojomiwbvb6]

Hedonist - Part 2

Author Note: Okay. More than 3 parts, probably.

Part 1

Warnings: marijuana usage, mentions of smut

The only thought ringing through your mind the past two days was Noah. Each brain cell looped his image into your mind over and over. His voice, his hair, his eyes, his tattoos. His smirk, his muscles, his scent… Nonstop, ever since class a few days ago. 

Your 8 AM alarm blared from your phone on your nightstand beside your bed. Light was shining through the curtains in the dark room of your small apartment that you were lucky enough to snatch in the city. You grabbed your phone with dim eyes, blinking while looking at the bright light of your screen. You dismissed the annoying alarm, yawning as you sat up.

Floods of thoughts about Noah come rushing back, and you smile to yourself anxiously and bite your lip.

Today I will get to see Noah in class, you thought to yourself.

You got up from your bed’s comforting embrace, slipping on your slides and walking to the bathroom for your morning routine.

Once you step from the bathroom, you eye your phone again. Noah hadn’t texted you at all, and you never texted him. You were nervous. What would you even say? 

Responses to this question immediately swarmed your mind, most of them with a similar tone. Hey, you’re super fine and we should fuck. Respectfully.

You smacked yourself lightly on the head, shaking the fantasy away from you. Of course, you’d never actually send that. No need to be even more frustrated than you needed to be when you would see him, and you’d just die of embarrassment. 

You pulled on your clothes, comfy and warm for this time of year, and laced up your Docs. You pulled up your hair and added light makeup and a bit of your favorite perfume. You hoped Noah would like the way you looked today.

Before you left the house, you took a hit off of your dab pen and began to pack up your school equipment. You slipped your laptop into your bag, and wrapped up all of your wires, tucking them into a slotted area. You thought you had everything. 

Just to be sure, you took a double-take. Looking in the wires, you noticed you had one missing. Your MIDI cable.

“What the hell?” You said, questioning yourself. You looked in the bag, in all areas. You looked on the ground. You mumbled angrily to yourself, wondering where the hell it went. You tore apart your work station. You crawled on the ground on your hands and knees, searching the floor and bumping your head on the underside of the desk when you tried to stand back up.

You cursed, rubbing your head where you’d hit it. “What the actual fuck? Where the fuck did it go?” You stared blankly at the wall, hitting the pen again. As you exhaled, you remembered.

Noah had it. He hadn’t given it back to you after class. 

Your stomach flipped at the idea that you would have to interact with him again. Looking down at your phone, you opened up Noah’s contact information, pressing the ‘new message’ button. You stared at your phone nervously, butterflies making you feel nearly sick.

You sat down on your bed. You exhaled nervously, typing slowly. 

Hey Noah, it’s Y/N. I forgot that you have my MIDI Cable. Is it okay that I get that back from you in class today?

You exhaled roughly, sighing as your finger hovered over send. The text really wasn’t that big of a deal and you should have sent it. But instead, your stomach flip flopped and you over-thought it. Why text him when it could be something you said in person? Would that be too nerve-wracking as well? After debating it for far too long and hesitating, you pressed backspace until all of the message was erased and you locked your phone. 

Sighing again, you stood up and zipped up your bag. You grabbed your keys, jacket, and bag, locking the door and leaving the house to head to class.

–

Thankfully, you reached your classroom early, saving you from your professor’s reprimands of the last class. You avoided looking to where Noah would be the entire morning, hoping you didn’t look as interested as you were. 

The professor drawled on about his usual morning announcements, but you barely listened as you got your station ready. 

“Now that we know what everyone needs to know, it is time to take attendance.” The professor walked behind his desk, reaching for his planner and attendance sheet. He called out several names, while you eyeballed the hot coffee you purchased on the drive here. 

“Y/N,” the professor called out. 

“Here,” you said drowsily, sipping your coffee and looking back down at your computer. 

“Noah,” he continued, but this time there was a pause. You looked up from your screen to see your professor screw his face into a frown and mark Noah off the page. “Tardy.” 

Sure enough, you looked up finally towards his desk and he wasn’t there. Your heart dropped at the thought of not seeing him. I mean, you only saw him once so far, was he going to come back? He said he was in a band, what if he went on tour? After only seeing him one day? You felt like you could pass out. 

Girl, chill. You’re over-reacting. You thought to yourself. 

Your professor set down his sheet and began his lecture. He cleared his throat. “Okay, people. Today we will be linking MIDI with Pro Tools.” 

As if this day couldn’t get any worse. If we were starting MIDI today, that meant you needed your cable. And Noah… he wasn’t here. You had to text him now. 

You began to disassociate while you silently panicked. You thought about it and thought about it until it didn’t feel like a thought anymore. The professor just continued on with his lecture.

Suddenly, the loud door latch squeaked as it was opened quickly. The professor halted speaking immediately as everyone in the room stared at the door to see who the interruptor was. 

Standing tall in the dimmed light and hair cascading loosely around his hoodie, Noah walked in and shut the door. He handed a note to the professor, speaking to him. “I’m sorry, something came up with band business and the label, I was called away.” 

The professor frowned, but nodded, understanding. He gestured to his seat, beckoning Noah to sit, instructing him of what we were learning today and what he required.

Your eyes sparkled as you saw him turn to go back up to his seat. He looked up at you for the first time this morning, and smiled. Noah gave you a quick acknowledging nod and sat down, getting his notes ready. 

Your stomach did a backflip. You sipped your coffee and tried to pay attention in class. You took your notes and so did Noah. 

“Alright, guys. You know what to do. Get ready to set up and ask for help if you need it.” After this statement, your professor sat back down with a sigh. 

With your MIDI keyboard and extensions and your laptop surrounding you, all you needed now was your MIDI cable to make all of that come to life. It was a simple question really, but you were terrified. You looked up at Noah through your eyelashes, biting your lip. He was setting up his equipment. 

Deciding that you had to use your cable whether you liked it or not, you worked yourself up to go over to him. Slowly, you stood and moved around your chair, walking with zero confidence over to Noah. 

You breathed heavily through your nose out of nervousness, and cleared your throat. Noah noticed your presence almost immediately, like he had some sort of Y/N radar. He turned to you so smoothly, fresh cologne consuming the air, daring to take you out right then and there. Noah shot you another shy smile. “Hello, Y/N. What’s up, angel?” he spoke, his voice like liquid gold. 

“H-hi,” You stuttered out. You mentally cursed yourself. Come on, Y/N. You can’t even speak?

“I was wondering if maybe you had my MIDI cable?” You managed.

He looked at you for a moment, but then realized. “Oh, my god, I’m sorry, angel. I completely forgot I had it.” You melted at his pet name.

“That’s okay,” you said. 

He rummaged in his bag. Pulling out your cable, he handed it to you. Your hands brushed together, and you caught your breath as you took it. “Thank you, Noah,” you say. 

“Thank you for letting me use it, angel.” He gives you a pert smile. As you turn back to your desk, you roll your eyes in the back of your head and bite your lip before you get back to your seat. 

“Angel,” his pet name echoed in your head. Christ. 

You begin your work, focusing. You try not to look at Noah nearly as much as your previous class. 

You’re messing with your keyboard when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You quickly pull it out, expecting it to simply be some stupid spam notification. As your screen lights up and you drag down the notification bar, you squeal when you see the name on your screen. Text Message from: Noah Sebastian.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #Noah Sebastian x ofc #Noah sebastian smut #bad omens #bad omens cult

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Hospital Visits

A/N : I guess I have to remind you that I’m not a writer and I mainly do Instagram AUS. So to the anons that left me some pretty wild things with my last “fic”, don’t read if you don’t like. 🫶🏻😘

“Dude he’s going to flip.”

Clay nods “I know but he was already on stage.”

“Why didn’t she call any of us?” Urban asks.

Neelam shrugs “She was blowing up his phone and you know I usually have it so I can record for him while he’s performing, so I called her back and that’s when she told me.”

“You do know he’s going to want to go home for this right?”

Neelam nods “I do but he’s not going to be able to. He’s booked, he can’t leave.”

At that moment Jack is walking backstage after his performance. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N called, everything is ok though so don’t worry.” Neelam tells him.

That has him worried in an instant “What happened and where’s my phone?”

“Mia got pushed at school and she broke her arm.” Clay answers.

“WHAT?” He snatches his phone from Neelam’s hand and starts calling you. “She’s not answering.”

“She told mom they were still in the waiting room, so she’s probably not getting any signal in there.” Clay reassures his brother.

“Okay, let’s go, I want to be there before Mia gets in.”

“Jack, wait, you can’t leave just like that, you have an appearance tonight.” Neelam tells him, getting a bit annoyed at him.

Jack stares at her, “You’re crazy if you think I’m making a club appearance when my daughter is laying in a hospital bed with a broken arm.”

He then turns to look at his friends and brother. “You two can stay here, I’m going to see my daughter.” And he walks away, his security team and Urban behind him.

“You and KY go to the club if you want, but you should’ve known my brother wasn’t going to sit still, not when it concerns his family.” Clay says and follows after his brother.

Just then Urban walks back in, “Thank fuck you’re staying, you host the club for him.”

Urban chuckles “Nee, that’s my goddaughter, no way in hell am I staying here.”

*********

“Mama, where’s daddy?”

“He’s working baby, I left him a message so he’ll probably call us when he’s done performing.”

She sighs “But I’m scared and I want him here.”

You smile sadly at her, “I know mama, but everything will be okay I promise you.”

She nods “Okay.”

You and your daughter were currently in the emergency room. She would be getting surgery because she broke her arm in the playground.

Well that’s putting it lightly, she actually got pushed down the slide and it resulted in a visit to the emergency room in which they told you she indeed has a broken arm and will need surgery.

“How will I eat or play with brother mama? I need my arm.”

“It’s not a forever thing Mia, you’ll heal and your arm will be back like normal.”

She groans “But that’s forever.”

You nod. “But that means lots of cuddles and movies in bed.”

She smiles, “I guess that sounds fun.”

“You’re being brave bug, I’m proud of you.”

“It hurts though.”

“I know baby, hopefully they call us soon.”

Twenty minutes later and a run to the vending machine you were getting annoyed that they haven’t called for your daughter. As much as you want to go ask when they’ll get to your daughter, you have to also be understanding and wait until there’s room, or until everyone who has an appointment gets attended first.

“Mommy, me duele.”

“I-“

“Harlow? Mia Harlow?”

You stand once you hear them call your daughters name. “Oh let’s go honey, it’s time.”

******

Two long hours later, your daughter was out of surgery and in her hospital room. She was currently sleeping, but the doctor told you she would wake up soon.

“Hi Mrs. Harlow? Little one has some visitors.” A nurse comes popping her head in and opens the door.

You’re confused because you weren’t waiting on anyone since your mother in law had your son for the evening.

“Who is-“ you don’t finish your words because the door gets pushed open and in comes your husband, your brother in law, and your compadre. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We rushed here for the princess.” Clay says

You nod “I see you also made a pit stop.” You look at the balloons and teddy bears. “She’ll love that.”

“Jack wanted to buy the entire gift shop but somehow there’s a limit on balloons per person here.” Urban jokes.

You smile and go up to your husband. “Didn’t you have to host a club tonight?”

“Like I told Neelam, I wasn’t going to go to a club when my daughter was in here.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t go well?”

Clay scoffs “She’s acting a bit crazy as of lately, she needs to relax.”

“Wait, but how did Mia get hurt?” Urban asks, he’s currently putting on some gloves and going towards the bed and checking on Mia.

“Stop messing around.” Jack tells him.

“The school called me, told me Mia was hurt but that it wasn’t severe. When I got there Mia was crying and clutching at her arm.” You look at Jack. “They didn’t even tell me she was pushed, I asked Mia what had happened and she said a boy kept bugging her since the morning, she told him to leave her alone, she told her teacher but I guess the situation wasn’t handled correctly. The boy decided pushing her down the slide was something he had to do for tattling.”

Your husband shakes his head and goes to lay next to Mia, careful not to hurt her. “I guess moving schools or getting homeschooled should be something we talk about later.”

“Babe no, she’s a child, she should have a childhood. We can go talk to the school, but if it makes you feel better changing her schools, then we’ll do that. But that’s also something we need to talk to her about.”

He nods “Was she scared?”

“She just wanted you, but she understood that you were working.”

Your daughter starts stirring in bed waking up. “Hi baby, cómo estás? Cómo te sientes mi vida.?”

She looks around the room, then to her left and gasps “Daddy?” Then she looks to her right and smiles. “Nino Urby and Tio Clay.”

“Hi baby.”

“Hey princess.”

“Hi Mia bug.”

“How are you feeling baby?” Jack asks his daughter, brushing her hair out of her face.

“It hurts a little.” She then lifts up her arm to look at her cast. “Ohh, pretty color.”

“That is a nice purple huh?”

She nods “My favorite color daddy.”

“I know and look, we got you balloons and teddy’s.”

She smiles “Thank yous.” She then looks up at Jack who’s still laying next to her. “You gonna work daddy?”

He shakes his head. “Nope, I'm going to stay until my baby feels better. Then we’re going home and watch all your favorite movies.”

She gasps “And cuddles?”

“Oh, most definitely. We can never forget about cuddles, and we’ll even use those fluffy blankets your mama has in the closet.”

“With the lions and zebras?”

Jack nods. “Anything my princess wants.”

She smiles at that. “Nino and tio go with us too?”

“You got it.” Clay answers her.

“Only if I get the fluffiest blanket and get to cuddle with you.” Urban answers.

“But I want to cuddle with daddy and mama.”

“Fine but then I’m next in line for some Mia cuddles.”

“Deal.”

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The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 1

Summary: “Y/N hates Harry, but fake dating him for a while seems to benefit them both, and she wouldn’t pass an opportunity to torture him, of course. But the lines drawn are blurry, and the tension is high…”

Wc: 3.4k

Tropes: semi-enemies to lovers (she doesn’t like him)

Warnings: jealousy, (slight and mentions of) violence, sexual tension

"Okay, just let me see if I got this right. You want me to be your girlfriend during the wedding of your cousin to get your parents off your back about another girl?"

"Fake girlfriend." Harry corrects me. "But yeah, that's basically the gist of it."

I stare blankly at him before letting out a scoff. This must be one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard, and I've had a guy call me 'daddy' before.

"Why don't you just reject the poor girl? I'm sure that message will get to your parents."

"Do you seriously think I haven't tried that?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I was just saying.." I raise my brows. I don't get why he's acting so frustrated, he's the one asking me for help. Which reminds me...

"Also, why me? You don't even like me."

When Harry and I first met, he was dating my old best friend, Marie. One night, he tried to kiss me while we were all out on the town, and I flipped out at him for betraying my best friend like that, and thinking I would ever go along with it.

The next day I told Marie about it, but she accused me of seducing him and we stopped being friends. Ever since then, I've hated Harry Styles. I hate him for creating that mess, for thinking I'd do something like that to my friend and I blame him for losing my best friend.

We never really spoke much to each other after that whole situation —besides the occasional forced conversation or collaboration during a project — so naturally I was surprised when I heard someone knock on my door and it turned out to be him.

"Because I don't want to go through the hazard of leading someone on, and all my other girl friends are taken and Leila's gay." He explains with a shrug.

"You won't lead someone on who's gay." I reason.

"My parents know Leila, so that wouldn't work." He counters, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "So, do you want to do this or do have any other burning questions?"

As a matter of a fact I do, ass.

"What makes you think I would help you?"

Harry clears his throat, shifting on my bed until he's seated with his body towards me. I get a bit nervous with how serious his face expression is.

"I've heard the stories about Malcolm, how he's trying to get you back." My face falters once the sentences leave his mouth. I didn't know it was that obvious. I know that Harry senses my uneasiness, but he goes on anyway. "After what he did, I understand that you don't feel the same as him, and this way we can get him off your back."

I frown, because he's right. It would benefit me too, and I hadn't even realized it until he pointed it out.

I caught Malcolm cheating on our six month anniversary, which was about about two months ago. I immediately broke up with him, and blocked him on everything. Unfortunately, Malcolm had somehow divulged himself into the delusion that he could convince me to get back together and he has been annoying me ever since. And while fake dating Harry seemed like absolute hell, it would be the perfect opportunity to send Malcolm the message that I’d moved on.

Malcolm disliked Harry too. I’ve never known why and I don’t think I ever will, but I didn’t question it at the time because I didn’t think very highly of Harry anyway, and assumed he’d pissed Malcolm off during a project or something.

I let some dramatic silence flow over us that consists of me frowning very deeply as if I'm working everything out in my brain, but I quickly open my mouth to avoid drawing it out too long. I have to say that it sounds like it could be fun, and an opportunity to embarrass Harry in many ways, in front of his parents.

Now that's tempting.

"Fine, I'll do it." I give in, secretly getting more excited as I make up ways to torture him in my head. "Anything I need to be aware of?"

"Wedding's in Italy, so you'll have to fake a stomach flu." He casually remarks, as if it isn't something he should have clearly mentioned before asking this loaded favor.

"What?! I was going to spend spring break at my moms!" — not that I was looking forward to that — "And how in the world am I going to pay a ticket to Italy? You know what, maybe this isn't such a good idea—"

"The ticket has already been paid, you don't have to worry about that. But if you'd prefer to be with your mom instead of a hotel in Italy, that's your call."

Harry's face stays neutral, but I can see in his eyes that he's hoping for me to say yes. I'd be lying if I said I was excited to spend a week at with my mom and her new husband; Italy sounded way more appealing. So, that—along with the whole Malcolm situation—was the only reason I said

"Okay, I'll go."

*****

"Oh my goodness, how romantic! When do I get to meet him?" My mom chirps over the phone. Her voice has raised two octaves since I told her that I'd started dating someone in secret about a month ago, and that it was getting pretty serious and he was now taking me to Italy for his cousin's wedding.

It was a bit weird to lie to my mom, but most of what I was telling was actually the truth, so that made the lie a bit easier to keep up.

"Oh I'm sure you'll meet him soon. Sorry I won't make it during spring break, though." I feel the need to apologize anyway, we hadn't seen each other in quite some time and she'd really forced me to take time off from my life here and work on our relationship.

"Yes, well it would have been good to see you, but you're young and these are the adventures you need to go on!" She encourages me as kindly as she can, and I fake a smile, even though she isn't there to see it.”

"Thanks for understanding mom."

"Of course sweetheart. As long as you take lots of pictures, we're good." She jokes. After that, we just say our goodbyes and I hang up.

I'd been running around so much to try and find outfits for Italy that I'd forgotten Harry and I were launching our fake relationship at a party tonight. We didn't really set that many boundaries yet, but I was quite okay with anything. It had to be believable, and my hatred didn't make me blind. Harry was hot and I knew it, everyone knew it.

He was at my door at nine on the dot, which I hadn't expected. We drove to the party because Harry wasn't in the mood to drink, giving me a free pass to get wasted. However, I made a promise to myself not to get too drunk tonight and accidentally slip out the truth.

By the time we arrive it's around nine thirty and the house is already filled with people. Since I broke up with Malcolm, I haven't really been to a frat party anymore, I've grown to dislike them actually. However, this is the perfect place to be seen, and our friends were going to be here so our 'relationship' would be picked up on soon.

Harry and I agreed on the friends with benefits to lovers story, and that's what I start telling my friends while they look at me as if I have grown a second head.

"But you hate the guy, you just complained about him last week." Zoey, one of my friends, remarks, making my stomach drop.

Fuck, I did talk shit about him last Wednesday.

"Uhm– yeah, that was just to keep up appearances." I quickly manage to make up. They all hum in understanding, which is quite surprising to me. From the looks of it, I know that they're not fully convinced, but I hope they'll just see it as my crazy rebound phase and leave me alone.

"Well, as long as he makes our little Y/N happy, right?" Natalia throws her arm around me, raising her brows at the rest of the girls, and they all agree with her.

"Okay... but if he hurts you I will cut off his testicles, fry them until they're crispy and force them down his throat." Zoey grunts, squinting her eyes at Harry who is standing a few feet behind us. He has his back turned to us because he is talking to his friends, but it's funny nonetheless.

I notice that Zoey's glare quickly disappears and blood starts to rush to her cheeks. Just when I'm about to ask what has gotten into her, I feel someone throwing their arms around me from behind.

By the tattoos on his arm I'm immediately able to tell that it's Harry, and my heart starts racing at the realization that this little act needs to be kept up for a month or two, and it needs to be realistic.

"Hi sugar." Harry greets me sweetly before kissing me on my head. I fight hard to keep myself from vomiting at that hideous nickname, and play along.

"Hey hot stuff." I turn around, and I catch the twitch in his eyelids as the equally, if not more disgusting name leaves my mouth.

"You want to go get a drink?" He asks after letting out a small sigh. I nod, and he intertwines his hand with mine before leading us to the kitchen.

I can see the people staring at us with wide eyes, and I don't blame them. It is a rather weird look, me and Harry. However, I ignore it and focus on the main goal, I can't back out anymore so I might as well make it as fun as possible.

When we get to the kitchen, Harry immediately nominates himself as my bartender.

"What d'ya wanna drink, babe?" He asks, observing the countless bottles on the counter.

"Something strong please." I lean my elbows on the counter, watching in silence as I see him scanning the table before grabbing a rum bottle. He fills almost half of the cup with rum and the rest with coke.

He pushes it into my hands when he's done, a bit of the drink spilling on my fingers as I take the cup from him.

"Hey! Be gentle, boyfriend." I grumble, sucking on each of my fingers to clean the rum and coke off them. Harry's gaze lingers on my mouth and fingers a little bit too long, but he is fast to regain himself. Scoffing, he leans forward until he's inches away from my face.

"I don't do gentle, girlfriend." He mocks me before backing away from me again. "Taste it."

I give him a firm glare, but take a sip of my drink anyway. My eyebrows instantly knit together at the strong taste of the drink.

"You know I asked for a drink, not a horse tranquilizer."

"You said you wanted something strong. 'S not my fault you can't handle a bit of liquor." He says as he pours himself some soda. I roll my eyes at his little jab and continue drinking the strong drink anyway.

There is a bit of silence between us, and when I feel it get awkward, I decide to speak up.

"D'you want to go back to our friends?" I propose, tilting my head a bit as I wait for an answer. Harry's eyes avert from whatever's in front of him and throws me a small smile before nodding his head. I'm about to start walking when Harry suddenly  grabs my waist, turns me around and pulls me into him. My drink nearly spills again.

"Just don't call me 'hot stuff' in front of my friends, it's an awful nickname." He pleads with a small smirk, occasionally breaking eye contact to observe the party.

"Says the one who called me sugar." The corners of my mouth start to lift too, liking this playful part of him. Because I spend most my time that I've known him hating him, I never really got to experience this side.

"At least mine is accurate." He reasons, grabbing my hips and guiding me until I have my back against the kitchen island. My heart beat picks up a bit; I'm not used to him being this close to me and I didn't expect him to be either. I remind myself that it's an act, even though we're not in front of our friends so technically there's no reason for him to get this close to me. But, I allow him, mainly because he smells so good.

"And why is that?" I ask, my eyes landing on the cross necklace dangling as he leans into me a bit. When I meet his eyes again, Harry has a smug look covering his face.

"Because I bet you taste real sweet."

His hoarse voice manages to awaken a tense feeling in my stomach. He closes the distance between us until our noses are touching, and a hitched breath leaves my mouth. He smells very intoxicating and I feel very floaty even though I've only had a couple of sips from my drink.

"You wouldn't mind if I see for myself, would you?" He pushes some strands of hair behind me ear before cupping my jaw with his right hand. I ignore the way my body is reacting. I haven't slept with anyone since Malcolm so this is the first time I've been so close to someone in a few months.

"Knock yourself out, hot stuff." I tease him. My laugh quickly fades away though, when he actually leans forward and kisses me. I didn't think he'd actually do it, I just thought he was purposefully riling me up.

I can't help myself to do anything other than go along as he deepened the kiss with the subtle entrance of his tongue into my mouth, entangling us even more than we already were.

A part of me was surprised to find out how good it felt, but something inside of me already knew. There was just something about Harry that always made me wonder. I mostly think it was because he managed to hit a nerve that nobody else could with his annoying antics and inappropriate actions, and I guess I always wondered if he would be the only one to be able to soothe it too.

This kiss makes me lean towards the idea that he indeed would be the only one to know exactly how to relieve me, just like he knows how to irritate me.

I have to say I'm a bit disappointed by how quickly he pulls away, but the smirk on his face gives me just about the same feeling as that kiss did.

"Let's go back, hmm?" He suggests, peaking his head to the side before planting a kiss on my forehead and putting his arm around me. I nod with a faint smile, my lips still tingling from that kiss and let his tight grip pull me further into him.

My smile immediately fades, though, when I see Malcolm staring daggers at Harry and me from across the room. My heart drops. I had no idea he was going to be at the party. The reason I actually agreed is because when my friends asked me to come initially, they assured me he wouldn't be there. I figured that his friends, who were here, would see us and that he’d find out that way.

There is no choice but to walk past him, and my hope for ignoring him crumbles when Harry decides this is the time to chat with him.

"Oh hey buddy, didn't see you there." He fakes some civility, and the puzzle pieces click together. Of course he wasn't kissing me because he wanted to; He saw Malcolm and wanted to piss him off to satisfy his own personal vendetta against him. I know it's what I agreed to, but it feels kind of weird anyway.

I don't want to be in the middle of whatever feud those boys have, and I definitely don't want to be confronted with Malcolm right now, so I wiggle my way out of Harry's arm and try to walk past the two. But when I do so, Malcolm grabs me by my arm and stops me in my tracks.

"Seriously? Him? Is this to get back at me?" He asks, the seriousness in his tone matching the crease between his eyebrows.

"Don't worry Mal, I'm sure there's a girl out there who'd like to settle for your small dick." Harry remarks, clearly pleased with himself.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." I growl at my ex, clenching my jaw. My second attempt to walk away fails when he tightens his grip even more as he pulls me back, which causes me to stumble backwards.

Before I get the chance to yell at him to let me go, as the painful feeling in my arm had turned into a lingering sting, his hand has disappears. When I look up from checking the fresh scratches on my arm, I see Malcolm pushed against the wall with Harry's hand around his neck.

Louis and Zayn, two of Harry's friends, are suddenly standing behind him ready to fight if necessary. I'm so stressed about how quickly this situation escalated that I don't give myself time to wonder how those two popped up out of fucking nowhere.

"Touch her again and I swear to God you'll never see the light of day." Harry threatens, and I actually find myself being kind of scared by his voice and his demeanor. He backs up, turning around with a frown that fades when he spots my widened eyes.

He pushes Zayn and Louis out of the way, his eyes and hands immediately focusing on my arm that still has a red handprint on it, along with a few scratches from Malcolm's nails.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" He tilts his head to see all the way around my arm, his fingers softly hovering over my elbow.

"'M fine." I huff, puzzled by how many sides of Harry I've seen today. "I'm gonna go home."

"I'll take you." He immediately offers, following me as I walk towards the door.

"I'll get a cab." I quickly make up, not wanting to be around him anymore. I walk out the front door at a fast pace, hoping he won't be able to keep up.

"Y/N! Stop!" Harry yells out, running until he's in front of me. "You're not going to take a cab, I'm going to take you home. C'mon, my car's across the street."

"What the hell do you care? You're not my actual boyfriend!" I say the last part a bit more hushed.

"I care because I'm a decent human being." He argues, setting me off more. I thrown my arms over each other.

"No you're not! A decent human being wouldn't use someone for the sake of their own personal vendetta!" I yell at him. Harry stifles out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Isn't that exactly what you're doing?!"

"I'm doing this because this is the only way Malcolm will leave me alone. You kissed me because you wanted to set him off, to make him mad. What if he decides to get back at me when I'm alone one day?"

"He won't. He's too much of a pussy for that." Harry growls, but I can see that he's starting to see the logic in my argument.

"That's not the point, Harry!" I groan, throwing my head back and taking a deep breath. "Look, if we're gonna do this, we've got to set the record straight. I don't mind you kissing me, but it'll only be in public places to keep up the act, not for personal, selfish reasons. Understood?"

After some silence, Harry finally answers me.

"Yeah, okay. 'M sorry." His keys dangle between his fingers that he plays with as a nervous habit. "Can I take you home?"

I nod, throwing my arms over each other to warm myself up from the breeze that just passed over, and we start walking to his car.

Part 2 here

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( @gemini-sensei) (I can’t get this out of my head now!, ahh their so cute, I love the new Moskowitz Twin Au! Gemini made!) (Spin of of this post from Gemini)

Can you imagine how many time Hawk could have done this? Passing himself off as his twin brother, Eli.

But the whole time Reader know it was him all along. Eli would come home and talk about Reader constantly. Going on and on about how cute she is, going red in the face as he described her. Maybe Hawk didn’t know her very well so he just took Eli’s word.

He memorized every detail, keeping it at the front of his mind. He loves his twin brother but some times he doesn’t really get the things that he’s into, especially girls.

I imagine that for years as kids they had separate taste for a while in girl department.

Eli was super into the types of girls in video games. He loved the stereotypical kinds of girls in action games, skinny, adventurous and even bimbo like. To Hawk his girls where a bit bland. Hawk was into thick girls, a mix of chubby and dare he even say fat.

He likes fat ass and soft belly’s and jiggly thighs. Tits that pushed against his chest on accident because of how big and soft they sat on a girls chest. Sweet and shy, soft and kind. The complete opposite to him for the most part. The mear thought made him shiver is lust at the idea of a thick girl on top of him, hell even talking to him.

When Eli described Reader in great detail while borderline fan-boying over her, he had to scratch his head. His twin had never talked about a girl like this, let along a chubby girl.

“I thought you didn’t like big girls? What made you change your mind?” He grinned and jabbed a elbow at his twin. The other boy cringed and rolled over on his bed. His face warm to the touch from his small little vent he just had.

“I don’t know….maybe Reader just changed my mind is all. She just so nice, and pretty and- she’s hot ok! Like really really hot! Uhh you just don’t get it.” He groaned and rolled over to his brother. Hawk chuckled as he watched his twin have a mental dilemma. His whole little world flipped upside down because of a girl. It was kinda funny to watch. He seemed so out of it all because a girl started talking to him and laughed at his corny jokes in class.

One day Hawk takes a chance. Eli has to go home early because of a doctors appointment. Hawk is known to skip class and their mom hardly cares, he simply erases the schools automated messages after he gets home so she never finds out he ditched school.

When Eli leaves he knows that the next period he has is with Reader. The teachers at school are so dense that they get the two of them mixed up all the time. No one would notice if he took his twins place in class for a day.

Well that’s not really true as Reader knows the minute he walks in.

No amount of hair gell used to slick his tiny mowhawk down can make her believe that it’s Eli.

Eli had mentioned to her that he had a twin brother who went to school with them. At first she though he was joking with her, which seems to hurt his feeling so she apologized. He explained that it was ok, a lot of people thought he was joking. He claimed that just about everyone didn’t even know Hawk was his brother because of how different they both acted. Their personalities where complete opposites along with their attitudes. Even their looks he claimed where different.

But when he steps into the classroom she know it wasn’t Eli.

Eli didn’t wake with that much confidence, this guy walked with a kind of swagger that screamed the opposite of the boy she know. He also did too much trying to hide his lip scar. Eli never did, claiming he tried to put concealer on it at one point but failed.

This guy had completely forgotten to wipe the thick layer of pale cream makeup off his lip. It only made the boy more suspicious. He confirmed her suspicions when he smirked in her directions but then quickly tried to play it off like he was timed.

She just knew it had to be his twin brother Hawk but she says nothing.

They talk a while during class, acting like he was the real Eli. She acts like she doesn’t suspect a thing and just talks to him like he WAS the real Eli. Reader admits he plays the part well, she wonders if that was a crazy twin thing for a while. She laughs at his jokes and chats with him. They talk for a while as class goes on until the bell rings and they have to part. She giggles a little as he waves her off and they go separate ways down different sides of the hallway.

This happens dozens of times. Reader can’t even keep count after a while. She kinda gives up and just plays along every time Eli isn’t there and she has to spend a class period with the fake “Eli”.

Weeks pass and she finally try’s to hint to the real Eli about the on going joke. Hinting at the fact that his brother might be taking his spot when he isn’t at school. Eli isn’t great at getting the hint, but denies it. He thinks she is just pulling a fast one when she makes a off hand comment about how funny it would be if his twin some how was taking his place during classes.

That’s crazy!

After a while Reader starts to feel like Eli really has no idea about what Hawk has been doing at school.

Her only question, why is Eli’s twin trying to pass himself off as Eli?



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I'm Sorry - Connor Rhodes

Requested: yes

Word count: 1,199

Warning: not a happy ending, angst i suppose

a/n: again, hugging connor so so tightly

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“What do you want from me? To throw away all I've worked for?" "All I'm asking for is your time." from the ‘Can we fix it?’ prompt list [Connor rhodes]

Deciding to be a teacher after years of flipping between what you wanted to do was difficult. At first it was nursing, which you gave up on when you realized how hard it was to memorize everything. And that maybe a job where you lost people almost daily wasn’t something you wanted. 

And then it was being an artist. Because you painted in your free time. And you took the art classes and it was nice for a bit. But then you realized that it wasn’t a stable enough income. 

Which is how you landed on teaching. Being able to shape the minds of young children, students. It was enticing. So you started working towards it. And you were finally in the home stretch. 

The problem though was that your boyfriend, one Dr. Connor Rhodes barely got the chance to see you. And you barely saw him. Between the classes, shadowing at the school downtown, his shifts and the way he was on call, there was barely enough time for you guys to do anything. 

But you tried. Taking every chance you could to slip to the hospital, grab a small lunch, just pop in to see him. And it worked for a bit, things were fine until he started his fellowship and suddenly he was practically married to the hospital. 

The times you saw him dwindled and you stopped staying up to see him when he got home. He knew it was affecting you two. Knew that you were slowly getting pushed to your wits end but Connor figured you’d work it out when your classes were through. 

And it would have if he hadn’t forgotten about the dinner you had planned that night when he agreed to stay for the night shift. Now, you weren’t the best cook but you had pulled together a nice meal that sat on the kitchen table as the time passed. 

Eight turned into nine. Nine turned into ten. Eleven. And you gave up before it reached 11:30, cleaning things up and changing into pajamas. Not even a text from the surgeon explaining his absence. 

You

Hey, don’t know if you’ll see this but you missed dinner. 

Connor 

Shit.. I completely forgot I took a double at the  hospital I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you

You

Yeah, okay.

To say you were mad was an understatement. Even the small message he sent had rage surging through your body. One that he forgot but also the lack of an I love you. He’d barely said it the past few weeks, only if it was him reciprocating. 

So you shut your phone off and let yourself fall asleep on the couch, not bearing to go to bed, knowing you’d just wish Connor was there with his arms wrapped tightly around you. 

You were woken by the door closing, Connor trying as hard as he could to keep it from slamming but it slipped from his fingers as he tried to keep his duffle bag over his shoulder. 

“What the hell-“

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry,” He spoke quickly and softly, dropping the bag by the entrance and creeping into the living room where you were now sitting up, stretching out til you heard the light crack of your back. 

Your eyes fell on Connor, momentarily forgetting that you were considerably pissed at him. The second you remembered your small smile faltered, shifting into a frown, nearly a glare. 

Connor instantly knew why and he sighed, “Princess, I am so sorry. I got wrapped up into a surgery and Dr. Marcel had a family emergency so he couldn’t come in for the night shift-“

“We had that dinner planned for two weeks.” You cut him off, looking over at him. Usually you didn’t mind. But that was when he actually sent a message. At least something telling you the change of plans. But those had slowly dwindled recently. 

“I know I’m-“

You sighed heavily, “Connor I swear to god if you say sorry again,” You snapped, standing up. Your hands raked through your hair as you turned away from him. No part of you expected to have an argument with the man the second you woke up but you just couldn’t help how you reacted.

“We barely have any time together anymore. Last night was supposed to be our chance to actually sit down and have a real meal together. Even right now I’m wasting my time arguing when I have to get ready to shadow at the school soon.” You waved him off, going into the bedroom.

Connor was right on your heels, not willing to let any of this go, “Y/n, I know. I should have remembered and that’s on me. It is. I swear I’ll make it up to you,” He tried to grab your hand but you spun to face him.

“Will you? Or will it just slip your mind again? Cause I have a feeling it’ll be the latter. I obviously don’t matter to you as much as your job and that’s fine. Just be open about it.” You stared him down, eyes focused on his blue ones as he went to speak, nothing coming out.

You pursed your lips, going to grab clothes from the dresser. “So what? You’re just going to storm out of here? What do you want me to do? Throw everything away? Toss it all down the drain?” His arm pointed to the side as he spoke.

“All I want is your time, Connor. That’s all I have ever asked for. I get your job is important. I’d never ask you to choose between me and being a doctor but maybe… maybe you just can’t handle being a surgeon and having a girlfriend.” Your eyes were low, unwilling to raise them to him.

It was taking everything inside of you to keep your cool, eyes burning as you blinked back tears. “I can, I can handle it.” Connor reached for your hand again, this time clasping it between both of his, enveloping them in warmth. “I know you told me not to say it again but I am sorry. So much. But I can handle loving you and my job at the same time.”

Slowly you shook your head, looking up at him finally. He had hope deep in his gaze, that maybe, just maybe you’d forgive him. That he didn’t screw absolutely everything up. That all shattered when the first tear slid down your face.

“I really don’t think you can. I’m sorry but I’m not going to sit around and beg for a smidge of my boyfriend’s time. Not when I have stuff I need to focus on.” You sucked in a breath, pulling your hand from Connor’s and stepping back. “I’ll stop by when I’m done at the school today. Grab what I can and stay at my place.”

You turned and walked away from him, clothes tightly in your hand and a new gaping hole in your chest.

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[ysatopia]

Ghost was never the type to go for risky sex. But not in this case. He hasn’t seen you for months ever since you were assigned with a different squad.

And Ghost can’t stop thinking about you.

How you would ride his cock so gracefully that he could just cum after just putting it in. How your brows knit together by how painful the stretch is, even after almost every night of him molding his cock inside your cunt. And he doesn’t even try, his dick is just so big that he doesn’t even try hard to make it hurt.

So when he heard that you were back to his team he just can’t help but get excited. Too excited that you didn’t even have the chance to say hello because you were thrown on one of the beds inside the barrack room.

—

“Missed me?” You bit your lip trying to stop both smirk and moan as you bounce up and down his cock. He grunts, head thrown back and eyes closed from pleasure. It hasn’t even been ten minutes after you arrived and your neck is already full of purple-ish bruises given by the man.

His mask was thrown somewhere under the bed, and you still can’t get used to seeing his handsome face. Even when having sex does he rarely take off his mask, but today is one of the few times he does. He’s so pretty, you just can’t help but kiss his rose colored lips. “Shut up, woman. And hurry the fuck up. The boys might come in.” He said between kisses.

You obliged and fasten your pace but the longer you ride him the more tired you legs got. Ghost was in the verge of almost exploding when he noticed the halt of movement. When he looked at you you just gave him a pout and he quickly got the message. “Always gotta do everything for ya.”

He flipped you on your back, pulling out, leaving only the tip but harshly thrusting in making you let out a loud moan. “Keep your mouth shut. Or do you want me to give you a reason to scream?” You shake your head no and covered your mouth with one hand, the other on his shoulder.

He quickly found a pace and started abusing your pussy like you’re his personal sex toy. As you near your release you can’t help but get louder, Ghost didn’t care anymore either as he was almost close to his high. Grunting and eyes closing, Ghost looked heavenly on top of you. It’s like you can cum just by looking at his face. You don’t ever wanna let this moment end. God!

“Simon, cumming!” You shouted, back arching as he encircle his thumb on your clit. You came, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and mouth opened in a silent moan.

Ghost wasn’t far behind, kissing your lips passionately as he came. Grunting inside your mouth and pumping loads inside your cunt, painting your insides white. With a few more thrust, he collapsed on top of you. Both of you catching your breaths like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Not long enough, laughter and chattering can be heard from behind the door of the room. The both of you quickly got dressed (tucking your underwear in his pocket) and went back to your own beds as if nothing just happened. Ghost almost forgot to wear his mask if you hadn’t thrown it to his face.

The rest of the squad went inside the room snickering and smirking to each other, some even did a wolf whistle while some clapped, looking at Ghost.

“Fucking hell.” Ghost cursed to himself. While you just laughed along the others, rolling your eyes when they mimicked you. Ghost is definitely not doing risky sex ever again.

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon ghost riley smut #too tired to edit its like 4am here gonna edit tomorrow! #if i made a mistake about anything pls do not hesitate to tell me #i dont play the mw but i do play codm so please bear with me #ghost x reader

[holdontwstistakingovermymind]

Polyam!MC Skipping School

When u date all the boys, you have to deal with all of their reactions to you skipping class 🥴

MC stayed home after staying up late. They don't respond when called or texted. Cue school wide *panic* because this entire fucking school is filled to the brim with drama queens.

Hope this is okay. I'm really ehsbxheisx8 about this one!!

Heartslabyul

Despite having perhaps the most classes with you, neither Deuce or Ace are going to notice you missing.

In fact, practically no one you share the first half of the day will until around lunch, when Trey points it out.

(^He makes lunch for you when he had the time and when he doesn't, he'll sometimes use his signature spell just to see you smile. So, it's easy for him to notice you aren't there.)

This is when you receive a million text messages at once. Rip you.

Deuce is most frantic. Probably sends you videos as if that would solve the problem if something did happen.

Ace and Deuce fighting over calling you "The call won't go through because you're calling, get off!" "No you get off!"

^^ They both fail to realize at least six other people are calling you rn.

Cater is the only one who just goes over to your house.

His signature spell is very helpful sometimes.

He doesn't get there first (Malleus and his dorm are a little faster. Same goes for Savanaclaw) but he does basically film the whole experience for his socials.

The final post in his story is definitely a picture of you sleeping with the caption "Found them!" Before you are immediate dog piled by several men.

Later on you will receive a scolding from Riddle for not telling anyone what you were doing and not having your phone on sound.

Ace is just pissed you didn't ask him to join.

Savanaclaw

If Leona isn't with you, than he sure as hell has no idea where you are.

He has a hard time keeping track of people sometimes, and typically just relies on you to take care of yourself.

Imagine his surprise when he gets a frantic flurry of messages from his dorm mates and several others saying you aren't at school and no one is able to contact you.

Well, shit.

He expected someone to know something.

You're dating three people from his dorm alone. How does everyone lose track of one human?

Jack goes to find out while Ruggie basically harasses everyone for information.

Leona just waits until he hears anything before making his next move.

(He's like 90% sure you're fine, but that stupid 10% keeps him from falling back to sleep)

They'll all yell at you when they get the chance.

Well, yell as in scold with as much effort they can muster.

Jack definitely is going to be on guard for the next week. Leona might be as well, but Ruggie is much more forgiving. This is probably related to their more animalistic traits tbh.

Octavinelle

They know you aren't at school pretty early on, but don't really assume anything of it.

Not until someone texts them that you aren't responding, then Azul enters full panic mode.

Floyd and Jade aren't nearly as concerned but they like watching the man loose his cool a bit.

(^Plus Floyd gets out of their next class to go to your dorm. Probably won't come back to class afterwards. You've emotionally damaged him MC ((Not really he just doesn't want to go back)))

Azul will definitely rant about you giving him a heart attack. He's a big baby.

Jade thankfully tells him to go to bed at some point.

Scarabia

Kalim flips into panic mode within seconds.

Jamil has to keep him from abandoning the rest of the school day.

Kalim will send you the most messages out of everyone. Videos mostly composed of him staring into the camera and telling you to pick up the phone!!

Jamil just sends you one text then spends the rest of the day trying to stop Kalim from draining his battery.

Tomorrow they'll both be following you like hawks.

Pomefiore

Ugh

Keeping track of you is a chore to Vil, one that causes him too much stress to be good for his skin.

(^Pick up your damn phone before he gets a wrinkle!!)

Rook will go searching for you the minute Vil looses his patience.

(Epel might join but he probably isn't that worried. Honestly, he could just be incredibly annoyed that both his dorm mates are such drama queens)

Rook spends the next hour sitting with Lilia as the rest of the fae dorm recovers from full meltdown mode.

Vil demands compensation for the potential grey hairs you might have caused.

Epel wishes he was in a different dorm ffs.

Ignihyde

Dumbass Idia probably doesn't even know what happened until the next day.

But in the scenario that he does read the panicked Heartslabyul text, he probably isn't going to worry too much. He barely responds to texts himself.

Which is why Ortho probably doesn't bother filling him in since it's such a low chance you're actually in danger.

You should be thankful. One less to worry about.

Diasomnia

Worst dorm to just disappear on.

Fae always jump to bad conclusions for some reason.

Lilia is at least a little chill, and perhaps that's the only thing keep the group together.

Sebek think you've been stolen or something.

(Apparently dating Malleus makes you a hot commodity.)

Silver probably is incredibly worried but feels like he's basically repeating the usual runaround for Malleus. Except instead of missing fae royalty, it's you.

Thankfully they're smart enough to look in the most likely place you'd be.

Lilia just laughs when they find you.

^Reminds everyone not to wake you even if they're on the edge of doing so.

Do they listen? For a little while, but eventually you'll get woken to the crowd in your room, and a very concerned Malleus asking if you're okay.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #heartslabyul x reader #savanaclaw #twst #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #twst diasomnia

[selineram3421]

*little dancey dance* I got snacks.

Isekai'd

Part 6: The One Bullet

Part 5

~

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, weapons and guns(pew pew), reader is surprisingly calm, all caps for screeching dialog, bold red italics = sound effects, the probability of death is inching closer and closer ⚠

"Of course this would happen!", you say pacing around your room that you got at a nearby Inn. "Thank you SO much universe! I really wanted to be fucking yeeted into a hell hole of a planet and get stuck in the clusterfuck of events!"

You threw down your coat and let out a frustrated yell, kicking the foot of the bed.

"JUST MY FUCKING LUCK!", you huff and sit down on the bed, starting to calm yourself down.

Ok, think. Its not long till the July military police get here. You look out of your room window. I probably have enough time to get a .22 caliber bullet.

Putting on your coat, you got ready and made sure to take your scythe.

As the suns began to set, you made your way over to see the duel. Making sure to stand nearby to give the bullet to the lady from the diner.

The crazy ass captain shot out the cluster bomb and screams went off.

"Vash! Get down here!", Rosa shouted up at the blonde.

"Tell everyone to take cover!", he responded and turned around to face the falling bombs.

5.....4....3...2..1. You count down in your head.

"BULLETS! I COULD REALLY USE SOME BULLETS!", Vash shouts out after rushing towards the edge of the cliff he's on. "A FEW .22 CALIBERS WOULD BE DANDY!!"

You calmly walk over to the woman backing up.

"COME ON GUYS! ANY TIME NOW!?"

" 'Scuse me Ma'am.", you startle the woman when tapping her shoulder.

"Huh?", she looks at you confused.

"Bullet.", you say and hold it out to her.

She gets the message quickly and takes the bullet before making her way to Meryl.

Whelp, I've done my bit for today. You think and start walking away, not wanting to feel the heat from the explosives.

You don't notice the woman looking for you to properly give thanks.

.

"HURRY! HELP! PLEASE!! I NEED AMMO!", Vash yells before crying out in stress, tears streaming down his face as he lifts his hands to the sides of his head.

"Special delivery!"

The blonde turns his head when hearing Meryl.

"It's from Rosa!", the small woman shouts before reeling back her arm and throwing the one bullet at him.

He jumps to catch it but the bullet is shot out of his reach by the captain.

Not wasting any time, he runs after it.

"Come to daddy!", he gasps between breaths, pushing himself to go faster.

Jumping forward with an outstretched arm, it feels like time slows down as he manages to catch the bullet.

"Got'cha!"

Quickly moving to load the gun, he mumbles, "Much obliged.", in relief as he puts the bullet in the barrel.

As he aims up to the sky, his gun is shot by the captain.

"I don't think so!", the man in uniform says as he runs over to shoot at the blonde.

Vash dodges the bullets quickly and flips the man over his shoulder, letting him bounce off the ground before hitting the man on the back of his neck to knock him out.

Running over to get a piece of the rock, the ace gunman breaks it out before tossing it up high into the air with a shout and takes aim.

BANG!

The rock breaks apart when shot and the pieces shoot off, hitting the bombs surrounding it.

It only takes a second for all of them to explode. The power of the blast forms a dust cloud that extends until it falls off of the rock.

After the July police were detained, the town threw a party at the diner to celebrate.

Vash walks over to the bar and waves at the pregnant woman on the other side. "Thanks Rosa! If it wasn't for your bullet, we wouldn't be here.", he smiles, leaning on the bar counter.

"Don't thank me. Some stranger gave it to me.", she says, getting drinks to serve to one of the tables.

"What? Really?", the blonde says surprised. "Are they still around?"

"Can't say. When I looked back to thank them, they disappeared.", she says and goes out from behind the counter. "Must have been an angel."

Rosa leaves him be and makes her way over to the table with singing drunks.

"An angel?", he blinks.

For some reason, the medic he met a while back comes to mind.

No way. He shakes his head and goes back to his table. It couldn't have been them.

.

..

...

Could it?

.

You were back in your room, making a list of medical supplies to buy before all Hell breaks loose.

Mother fucking Knives. You think and grumble out a few more curses.

"I'm gonna end up broke because of you.", you huff, letting your head fall back and look up at the ceiling.

Doesn't matter, as long as I can help out to ease his conscience. You tell yourself.

Then all of a sudden you feel your ears burn.

"What the heck?", you say and touch one of your ears. "Is someone talking about me?"

You shrug and get ready for bed.

I should sleep now, I'm gonna need the energy for tomorrow. You think and have a feeling that another weird dream is waiting for you.

✴

For some reason you snapped your eyes open.

Standing up and looking around, you find the ship's green house empty. No Rem or little Vash in sight.

Weird. You think, not moving from your spot. Someone's always here.

Then when you decide to turn around, you see an almost identical blonde child standing behind you.

Freezing on the spot, you just stare.

WHAT THE FUCK!? NAI YOU LITTLE CREEP!

"Vermin.", the pale blue eyed boy says randomly.

Did this.. You get pissed off. This little shit!

"Oh please, not every human is trash.", you respond. "Yeah a good amount of them are but that doesn't mean all of them have to die."

All the boy does is frown at you.

"Whatever, all you're doing is trying to protect your brother.", you say and turn away from him to look at the red flowered meadow. "You do carry it out in the worst possible way though."

Silence settles in between both of you after.

At some point you look over at the kid and find him standing next to you, also looking at the flowers.

Not wanting to break whatever 'peace' this is, you look back at the flowers.

...

"Do you think you can protect him?"

✴

I re-watched episode one over and over to get it right.

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 7

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[abysswalkersknight]

Thanks to a prompt I reblogged, I wrote this quick thing with Silver overblotting. Honestly this helped me a lot more planning for future fics than I thought. As usual hope you enjoy.

P.S if anyone wants to send a prompt via messages or ask, feel free. I found out that writing can be a lot easier with motivation from others and prompts. Plus I love the practise and showing you the results.

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He was going mad. No he wasn’t. Yes, he was. 

Ever since Malleus got his claws on him, he’s left Silver alone in his room for who knows how long. Silver tried to keep track of time but he gave up after losing at seven minutes, now it felt like its been weeks since he’s been thrown in here, though that wouldn’t have mattered since he found out that Malleus had somehow stopped time in Sage Island, well I doubt anyone will be coming for me anytime soon, so there’s one thing left to do. He stood up from his position on the ground and looked about the room, the key to his door should be in his desk drawer but as expected Malleus must have taken it as well as locking his door with magic. That left the window, Silver pulled his desk away and inspected the window, once again. Locked, and no amount of fiddling or lockpicking would flip it, this may be a bit drastic, sending a silent apology to the school staff, Silver hefted up the heavy desk chair and threw it with all his might at the window. The chair shattered to pieces but the window remained unscathed ‘well that was of no use’ he says to himself, scratching his head ‘perhaps I should use something heavier’ so for what felt like a day or two Silver threw whatever he could find at the window, books, alarm clocks, candle holders, another chair. Hell he even threw one of his two bags of bird seed at it though obviously all that did was scatter seeds all over the room and add to the destruction, partially Silver did all that in hopes that Malleus would hear the ruckus and come to check on him. But he never showed, so Silver was still stuck here. 

Alone.

He’s been in complete isolation for weeks now, it had to be weeks. There was nothing for him to do, somehow all his books were blank, his phone was completely crushed, he couldn’t sleep, he didn’t need to eat (he chomped down the other bag of birdseed just for something to do) 

‘Where are you Malleus?’ he moaned ‘why am I here? I’m of little use now, I’m afraid’ is that why the prince won’t come? Was Silver here because he’s used up all his worth? Just a tool thrown into the back of a shed, cast aside to be left forgotten.

He didn’t want to be forgotten.

He was alone in this unbearable silence, at some point he began banging on his door, kicking it, throwing his whole body at it ‘please Malleus, let me out! I swear I’m still useful, just please! Anybody, please help! Father! Sebek!’ he wailed, something heavy leaked from his eyes and merged with his tears but he took no notice of it. He cried and begged for hours until his voice had grown so hoarse that it hurt to breathe ‘please, anybody…’ he whined, utterly exhausted now he sat on his bed, ignoring how it felt weird, as if something had been spilt on it. He wondered about his friends, were they alright? The last he saw them they were making their way towards black scale castle where the princess and her egg dwelt, even though he knew that his necklace could help them, he knew that he still needed to protect them. Do you think so? A voice whispered in his head, he couldn’t tell whether it was his or Malleus, don’t you think this is where you're meant to be? 

He had wondered that a couple of times, it wasn’t like he was needed by anyone, so why bother rescuing him. After all he caused Malleus’s anguish, possibly long before Silver could understand anything, and it was clear his father never wanted him in the first place, what with his dream world being one where he still had his loved ones, where Silver was non existent, and Sebek, he had his family to support him and he had his friends. Really no one needed him, so why did he still feel the need to protect.

Because you still love them. 

Yes, of course he did. He loved them so much that it hurt, even with the agonising reality he still loved them, and he will protect them with every shred of his being, no matter what happens to him. He could turn into a creature more terrifying than these phantoms and still he will protect his family. 

For what value does he have otherwise?

There is now black staining the walls, though Silver couldn’t tell if it was really there. Where was everybody? He had to get out of here, he had to rescue them! He had to save them from the vile darkness plaguing the land… Why did he need to save them? He couldn’t remember. Something about nightmares? That couldn’t be right, this was a nightmare. Being stuck in this cruel isolation, what did he do to warrant this? 

His bed was now torn to shreds from short violent outbursts he began to have, he was far too exhausted to move a limb now, yet he could not sleep, he ignored all the blot pooling in his mouth and eyes, oblivious of what was happening. It was so quiet one could almost hear a pin drop, instead all Silver heard was the click of the door opening. His head shot up and he gave a blot soaked smile at Malleus whose pale features blinked in surprise as he coughed out more blot ‘oh, Silver. Has it really been that long?’ Malleus coos taking a seat on the cleanest end of the bed, clawed hands stroke through his hair, matting it with inky blot, Silver would have leaned into it had his throat not clogged up. Those hands quickly moved to his back, patting it firmly to help Silver cough it all up ‘oh dear, never had I thought your overblot would be like this’ Malleus murmured solemnly. Silver glanced at him with bleary eyes ‘did you want me to overblot my lord? Would I be more useful that way?’ Malleus smiles then puts a finger to his chin as if in thought ‘hmm, yes It would be nice to have some company though why would it make you more useful?’

‘So I can save you my lord’

‘Oh?’ Malleus raises an eyebrow ‘and why would I need saving my dear Silver?’ suddenly he rises to his feet, in the distance there was the shrill scream of a wild horse ‘because my lord’ Silver whispers, ignorant to the helmet forming around his head. Malleus shoots back as a phantom twice the size of a normal horse rears up at him, it screams again and the overblotting Silver vaults into its saddle, now brandishing a sword at the prince. 

‘I will purge all darkness within the dream!’ 

‘Wait, Silver!-’ Before Malleus could do anything the horse rears again and bolts toward the magically locked window, shattering it and falling into the abyss. Malleus ran to the window in a sorry attempt to save Silver but in his head heard a cry.

‘Meet in a dream.’

#silver twst #twst #malleus draconia #knight's writing #overblot silver #if anyone wanted to know i used Gehrman the first hunter from bloodborne for inspration #i've also found a love for writing angst/eerie fics as well as fluffy/comedy

[dontdodrugs-dome]

Not mad just disappointed

15 yo Desiree

Dad!Jack x wife!reader

“Night mama night dad ” I tell them before leaving their room , I make my way up to my room to get ready for this block party one of my friends is throwing but while I change into my clothes a sudden feeling of guilt washes over me , I don’t like lying to my parents even if I’m technically not lying .

I immediately push the feeling down , I’m 15 I can handle sneaking out the house , all I have to do is manage to keep quiet so I don’t set off any alarms while sneaking out , I put on a crop top that stops just above my belly button and a short skirt that show off my curves just a bit , god if dad were to see this he would flip.

Exactly why he doesn’t know I bought the outfit , I don’t know if I should make my bed to make it look like I’m sleeping or what , but I need to leave soon because my friends are coming to get me , I snuck out my window since it’s not that big of a jump I see my friend car parked across the street away from the cameras so it doesn’t catch the movement.

Here’s goes nothing I think to myself , I really hope my parents don’t find out otherwise my ass is grass , “hey girl loosen up this is your first time sneaking out let’s have fun ” my friend Mia says , she’s not the brightest but dang can she throw a party , I give her a small smile , maybe this isn’t bad after all

Jack Pov

I got up to check on Desiree like I always do , hey you can’t blame me I love my daughter I just want to make sure she is safe and sound in her bed not before giving my wife a kiss on her forehead , God did I hit the jackpot on these two , wouldn’t change it for the world .

Getting closer to des door I slowly peak inside but God I wish I could say I was happy with what I saw but Lord knows I’ll be lying , I get upstairs and gently shake my wife “baby ” I try not to be that loud but I was going through so many emotions I don’t even know where to start “Jack you betta have a good ass reason on why you woke me up ” she says mean mugging me “baby des isn’t in her room ” she looked at me confused “ wtf you mean she isn’t in her room ?!” She starts getting out of bed .

I lead her to des room and showed her the empty bed she turns around to look at me , I never seen her look so mad in my life “she betta have a good ass reason on why she isn’t in this bed or else her ass gonna get it when she get back from wherever the hell she at ” we never took our daughter as the sneaking out type , I’m livid and worried at the same time .

I look around for her MacBook which is connected to her phone , she gave us the password a while back claiming that she has nothing to hide from us , I unlocked it with y/n looking over my shoulder at the screen too , I opened her most recent messages and I couldn’t believe what I was reading .

“She fucking snuck out I can’t believe this ” my baby MY child snuck out , we tracked her location and found out she was at that block party that everybody was talking about , she never been interested in that type of stuff , where is this coming from ? , “ let’s go put some clothes on and go get her - ” I stopped y/n because I had a better plan in mind , she wants to sneak out now she has to deal with the consequences.

Desiree pov

I’m on my 6 shot of tequila I really didn’t want to drink this but my friends insisted , I don’t want to be here anymore I want my parents , don’t get me wrong I love my friends and I’m not entirely against this party but I want to go home all of a sudden my stomach starts to hurt and my head is pounding , “hey Mia can you take me home I’m not feeling too good ” I say trying not to vomit , I don’t see how people drink this for a living .

“Find another way home I’m having a blast ” when she said that all I could do is look at her in disbelief, mama was right everybody ain’t yo friend I groan and leave the area , I call uncle urban not sure if he’s gonna answer I start to cry I regret this so much but he ends up answering “hey bug what’s up ” thank God , “uncle urb I wanna go home ” I choked out ”hey hey what’s wrong ” he asks concern.

“I made a mistake but I don’t feel like talking , can you come get me please ” I never should’ve snuck out “ofc I’m otw share your location ” I hung up after he said that I started sharing my location with him

(TIMEEE SKIP I DON’T FEEL LIKE WRITING OUT THE CAR RIDE 😭)

I make my way into the house not after thanking uncle urb though , he kisses my forehead and wishes me a goodnight , I try to sneak in through my window without making too much noise but suddenly the lights come on I see my parents standing there my dad had his arms crossed and my mom had her head in her hands I could tell she was disappointed and mad at the same time.

“ I can expla-” I frantically tried to reason with them but dad cut me off “ so this what we do now ? Huh we sneak out without permission not only that you snuck out in the middle of night anything could’ve happened ” dad says sternly I put my head down trying not to look him in his eyes because God knows if I do I’ll break down

“Look at me when I’m speaking to you Desiree ” he says sternly and a little loud “ you know what could’ve happened to you ? ” I finally meet his eyes I began to tear up “ I’m sorry ” I say starting to choke up my mom finally speaks up “ none of that wipe your face what did we say about crying ” she says looking me in my eyes I disappointed them .

Last thing I wanted to do was make my parents disappointed in me “that I’m too pretty to cry ” I said finally after a moment my dad speaks up again “I can tell you also been drinking des you do understand you are 15 right ? You do understand that you could get arrested for underage drinking right? " I didn’t think that far he steps closer to me “ you scared me des I didn’t know what you were up to at that party , for God sakes I could’ve lost you WE could’ve lost you , you are our world and if anything would’ve happened at that party we would’ve had to bury our baby , you have to understand that we keep you from things like that for a reason not because we want to take your childhood away but because we want to protect you , you are our little girl and if you would’ve gotten hurt we would’ve blamed ourselves ” my dad says while tearing up .

I didn’t realize how worried I could’ve made them if they were to find my bed empty, I never want my parents to blame themselves for my stupid mistakes “I’m sorry I’m truly am , please don’t be mad at me mama I’m sorry I just wanted to have fun with my friends I never intended on causing such a mess , please don’t be mad ” I say finally giving in and sobbing fully .

I ran into my fathers arms and hugged him tight , mama joined the hug and they both stroked my hair “we are not mad at you just disappointed , we don’t want to see you get hurt that’s all , we love you very much des ” I look up and smile at them “ I love you more ” my father smiled at me " but don’t get it twisted you still are in trouble , no phone for 2 weeks , chores would be given and no friends for 2 weeks , got it ?” My mama says “got it ” I said back while smiling before laying my head back on my father’s chest .

Who needs friends when you have the best parents in the whole wide world .

A/n - they are so cute I can’t😭😭❤️❤️❤️

#jack harlow #x black fem reader #teenagers

[keiskake]

thief (chapter ten - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)

warnings ~  swearing, petnames, mental spirals, anxiety, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

wordcount ~ 2.101k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.

a/n ~ i loved writing this, but also hated it. so much angst but whatever i slapped a happy ending so that's all that matters. i'm really dedicated to finishing this series so that'll be my priority, i have other stuff planned too! thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated.

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it all became a fond memory. the matching dress and suit, the chocolate covered strawberries, the warmth you had during the night.

when you woke up hawks wasn't next to you, he was gone. you frantically looked around the room for a note of some sorts that he might've left for you. and when you couldn't find a note, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages from him. nothing.

you didn't have time, quickly dressing yourself in a shirt and a pair of shorts that was left on the side of the bed. leaving the red dress behind was the least of your worries. you ran down to reception, phone in hand and a nervous sweat running across your forehead. there was a woman at front desk that informed you hawks had left early this morning, instructing her to send all his stuff over to the agency before 6:00p.

your eyes widen, your fist and jaw clenched. how could he just pick up and leave without saying a word? what the hell was he constantly running away from? you thought after everything that happened last night, not to mention being his girlfriend, he would flip a switch on. none of it made sense to you.

the next move was to talk to the bird brain directly. you called him several times, each one leading to his voicemail. you were furious, rage hanging high above your head as you texted him. minutes turned into hours, and you hadn't gotten a response from hawks. you wanted to think he was just busy with work, so you did your usual evening routine to keep your mind away from the situation. but you were more than impatient at this point.

it was almost midnight with no response or call back. even your own mother couldn't provide any answers or clues, but at the very least she gave you the tightest and most loving hug that she could. as much as you wanted the hug to rid you of all the hurt and confusion you were feeling. it didn't. you slept restlessly, tossing and turning, constantly checking your phone, and tearing up at the fact hawks had just left without a trace.

this happened every night for two or so weeks. his whereabouts was unknown, even by the public. they headlined that he had gone low-key due to the masses of fans, but you didn't believe that one bit. to be honest, you didn't know what to believe. you went to work and forced a smile on your face, when you came home you would just spiral out of control.

night time was an endless cycle of crying about the heartache that lingered in your chest. the glint of hope you had every evening would dwindle faster than you could imagine, despair suffocating you. maybe you just weren't loveable. and you would never be. kei, hawks, both of them abandoned you. thoughts clouded your sanity, 'what did i do so wrong?'

the images flooded your conscience, every night without fail. the memories of your father berating you, kei disappearing from the house, and hawks leaving you all alone in that room. it was more than you could take. and by the third week you slipped off the edge, your body unable to pick itself up to go to work.

numb.

that's what you felt. nothing, but everything all at the same time, overwhelming your ability to feel. you were barely able to muster up the energy to text your manager, let alone eat and shower. but you had to try. mina and jirou called your mom to let her know they'd be coming to visit, the two worried about you.

after the event you forgot to update them on anything that had happened, you didn't even tell them if you had gotten home safely. with the little power you had, you crawled out of your bed to wash your face, brush your teeth and fix your hair. even doing that took everything out of you, soon returning back to your bed. you sat waiting for the two, you hadn't talked to anyone for weeks. you were more worried about how to talk to them.

your mom left the door unlocked, aware that you probably wouldn't be able to pick yourself up out of bed and open the door for your friends. and you knew when they were arriving. you didn't need to see it when you could hear it. the running towards your door, the door slamming and the excruciating amount of heavy panting. they never failed to make an entrance.

"Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?!" mina's voice booming through the hallway.

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY THIS TIME." they shoved their way into your bedroom, panting and huffing.

the two stood in front you, witnessing what mina would call a crime. your eye bags were so heavy that it seemed to weigh down your entire body. it was clearly painted on your pale face that you had been struggling to take care of yourself, your cheeks a little sunken than before. you had just enough will power to force a smile and greet them.

their worried faces turned into sad ones, frowns forming from their lips. mina took a brush and took care of the thing you called your hair, jirou helped you do a little skin care hoping it would wake you up. after they addressed the elephant in the room that was your appearance, they brought you a glass of water and some cut up fruit that your mom had left behind that morning.

"take your time and tell us what's been going on y/n."

"we've been so worried. i thought you DIED!"mina took your hand, her thumb brushing across your pale skin and squeezing it tightly.

it took you some time to gather your thoughts. honestly, you didn't even know where to start, the good or the bad? you hadn't even started talking but tears were filling your eyes, muffled cries and weeps escaping your lips. too much. all of it was too much for you to swallow. it was easier to wallow away in denial and fake scenarios that you created in your head.

"hawks, he- he left me all alone. he was there at night and then- and then he was gone in the morning. and now he won't answer his calls or texts or anything and i don't know what to do.."

jirou and mina wrapped their arms around you as you nuzzled into them with your wet face. it reminded you of the embrace they gave you on the day of the hero event. you thought that day was your final goodbye to kei, but it seemed to come all the way back round. that day was a day you didn't want to forget, though in that very moment you wanted your memory to be wiped blank. was a memory worth remembering if it brought you so much grief and hurt?

"what a fucking ASSHOLE. y/n if you give me the chance i'll knock that bird brain OUT COLD, and then i'll-" she was interrupted by the sound of tapping glass.

"i think it came from the balcony, i'll go check." jirou sat up from the bed and headed to the direction of the noise.

it was him. standing behind a glass wall, his face similar to yours. she could tell that the last three weeks were rough for the both of you, but she couldn't sympathise with a bastard that brought this onto himself. not even that. she couldn't sympathise with anyone but her best friend. she slid the door open partially, wide enough so that he could hear her speak.

"what do you want? you shouldn't be here." her tone was bitter.

"y/n, is she home?" he was quiet and his head hung low, as if he was grovelling at the ground.

"and if she is?"

"let me speak to her please."

"you don't deserve to even be near her, let alone talk to her. you hurt her." her fists were clenched tightly, she was ready to throw it down if it came to that.

"i know. that's why i want to speak to her, please."

she slammed the glass door open, quickly turning her back on him and making her way to your bedroom. "he's here. i let him in but if you don't want to talk to him then i'll kick him right out."

"LET ME HAVE AT IT FIRST JIROU!" she raised her arm up, swinging it around like she was ready to rumble.

"i- i can do it..."

"we can wait outside if you need us to y/n."

"no, you've done more than enough. two free coffees each?"

"then we'll be leaving, next time we see each other it's for coffee on the house."

"text us right after he's gone! you can tell us about the event when you're up to it!"

they picked up their stuff and headed out the door, you waved at them until you couldn't hear them anymore. hawks shuffled his way into your room, his bags almost as dark as yours. you couldn't stand to look at him so you stared at your bedsheets, your hair covering the sides of your face. if silence could kill, the two of you would be dead. he made his way to the side of your bed, taking a seat on the very edge.

"hey. how you been baby bird?" he tried to take your hand into his, but before he could touch the tip of your fingers you slapped his hand away completely.

"don't call me that. and don't you dare touch me."

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to disappear on you-"

"didn't mean to? oh because that matters now, mr i don't want to pick up calls or texts for three weeks." you looked at him straight in the eyes, your gaze dark and full of anger.

"my thoughts overwhelmed me and i didn't know what to do-"

"so you ran away." you cut him off.

"guess that's what i'm good at." he put a hand in his pocket and pulled something out. he opened his palm out to you, revealing your feather hairclip.

"how did you- when did you-"

"keigo takami."

the world stopped. you hadn't heard his name in years. you never thought another being would ever mention his name to you. you were filled with questions. how did he know kei? why did he know kei? when did he know?

"how do you know kei." you tugged at his sleeve, pulling him closer towards you so that he could answer your questions.

"because i'm the one who made your hairclip."

hawks explained everything to you. when his mother took him away from the house, the hero commission taking him in, his years of training to be the commission's 'dog'. he tried to look into you for years, though your documents seemed to be untraceable. he didn't know if you were the right one, so he held back all this information until he was sure.

"you've really grown up beautiful y/n." he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, then placing his hand on your cheek.

"guess so...when did you know?"

"at the end of our date, your hairclip was calling out to me. so before i left the hotel that morning i swiped it to test out a theory i had."

"and the ghosting me for three weeks?"

"just me being a bastard and running away from the truth. when i joined the commission i promised to leave 'keigo takami' behind. but how can i do that now that you're back in my life?" he pulled you for a hug, and you let him.

"so we're bringing kei home?" your arms slumped around his neck, your face nuzzling into his neck. oh how you missed his scent.

"yeah, i'm finally home."

"welcome home kei."

he crawled into your bed next to you, his face buried in your soft chest. you pulled the blanket over the two of you and you rested your hands on his head. fluffy blond hair at your fingertips, grazing gently against your touch. he was out cold after a few head scratches and so were you, his hand rubbing your back. to rest in each other's arms once more was heavenly. it felt safe and warm. and it felt as if the void in your heart was finally closing for good.

though the chip on hawks' wings wasn't so sure of that.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks series