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Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*

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Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 

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It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 

“So?” 

It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 

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Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

BTS reaction when their pregnant gf suddenly feels pain in the middle of their argument

Anon ask: Hi I was wondering if you could do a reaction where they’re arguing with their pregnant gf and in the middle of the argument she feels pain? 😬

A/N: Um, sorry I haven’t updated much…?

Namjoon

Originally posted by yoonseok

“Y/N, honestly, let’s just stop this.” He turns around about to leave, ignoring the tears streaming down your face in frustration and sadness. The undisguised fury on his face made your heart clench hard, and you cried out, falling to your knees your legs collapsed.

“Y/N!” That’s all you heard before you were blacking out, hand clutching onto your womb where you knew the son of yours and Namjoon’s rested. 

“Rap Monster…”


Hoseok

Originally posted by goldenjungs

“Jhope. Your ridiculous name! Your ridiculous work and the reckless way you treat yourself! Jung Hoseok, get out!” you screamed, falling to the floor and losing conciousness.

When you woke up, he was already gone; so was your child.

But little do you know, he was outside your room. He had carried you here in his arms, running with his legs, forgetting all of his identity as J-Hope the mafia leader. He too cried over the loss of your child as your tears sank into the cotton fabric of your pillow, but he felt the hardness of the plastic visitor chair dig into his back.

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No Control

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2020

Characters: Jacob x reader, Sam, Paul, Jared, Billy

Warnings: angst, breakup of relationship

Summary: After Jacob imprints on Renesmee, his long-term girlfriend makes a discovery about herself.

For once, it was a sunny day in Forks. Really sunny, not weak sunlight straggling past clouds. You were supposed to be at home studying, but you couldn’t pass up a day like this. Especially not after your boyfriend turned up at your house at half past ten and told you that he was taking you to the beach.

Jacob ran his fingers through your hair gently as you lay in his lap. With everything that had been going on with the Cullens recently, it felt like the two of you hadn’t been spending enough time together. You didn’t resent him for it. You knew that he wanted you safe more than anything else.

But you had missed him like crazy.

Today, though, Seth and Leah were taking care of watching the Cullens so that he could be with you. Having a day like this one, when you could do nothing but lie on the beach and tease each other and kiss, reminded you exactly why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Werewolf or not (and you’d been pretty freaked when you heard about that one), days like this assured you of just how much he loved you.

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New Rules//Cody Christian smut

requested: @yourwngs

plot: smut and Sub!Cody

warnings: smut, smut and smut

note: I’m going to hell and it’s Alina’s fault


You let out soft whimpers as Cody presses soft kisses along your jawline. He begins to slide his hand up your shirt until you stop him. “Whats wrong y/n? Did I hurt you?” he asks worried. “No no! I was just wondering if you wanted to try some thing new?” you smirk toying with the idea in your mind. Cody has always been the dominant one. It was the Aries in him. You don’t mind because boy he could probably make you cum without touching you. “Like what?….” he questions quirking an eyebrow. You push him back on the bed with a new found confidence. You bring your lips down to ghost his.

“I’m in charge now babyboy.” you smile devilishly. Cody’s eyes glimmer with mischief. You pull yourself off the bed and pull off Cody’s t-shirt leaving you in your black, lacy lingerie. You go to the wardrobe and pull out two of Cody’s ties. You turn around and see Cody sitting in nothing but his underwear looking as excited as a child on Christmas. 

You lean into him pressing a slow, deep kiss to his lips. You break the kiss quickly as his hips start lightly thrusting, trying to get more friction. You break the kiss as he begins to let out small moans.

You begin to palm him through his under wear as he squirs beneath you. “Look at you. Already throbbing for me. You’re so desperate to cum.” you smirk, pressing kisses down his neck leaving lilac marks in your wake. “Y/N pleaseeeee!” Cody whines desperately. “If you keep behaving like that baby I won’t let you cum.” you say sternly. “Now sit up!” you demand dropping to your knees. You hook your fingers into his waistband, bringing his underwear down and discarding them in the corner. You decided you weren’t going to give him what he wanted just yet. “I have some rules Cody. If you don’t follow them then there will be consequences.” you warn. Cody smirks cheekily. “LIke what? Are you gonna punish me?” You let out a light chuckle at him trying to gain his dominance back. “I’d watch that attitude. If you continue I won’t let you cum.” you warn him.”I’d make you watch me cum. Showing how much you turn me on. I’ll be moaning your name in ecstacy while you can’t do anything about it.” you tease. “But….if you follow my rules we won’t have that problem.” you say picking up the discarded tie.

You bring his hand’s above his head, securing them to the headboard with the tie. “Remeber Cody, you can’t cum until I say so.” You slide down between his legs, brushing against his rock hard cock, the tip slick with precum. He inhales sharply at the contact, pulling at the restraints. “Please Y/N-.” He’ cut off when you take him in your hand, making his hips buck at the contact. You bring your mouth down, swirling your toungue around the swollen tip, the taste of his precum lingering on your tongue. “Fuck Y/N please stop teasing” he growls, chest heaving. “Well baby since you used your manner I think an arrangement can be made.” you smile sweetly, batting your lashes. You slowly lick the underside of his hard cock, feeling the vein throbbing against your tongue. “Fuck yes.” Cody hisses. You  take him into your mouth feeling him hit the back of your throat. You slowly begin to bob  your head. You can hear his breathing getting quicker, he was getting close. His hips beging to thrust, his cock hits the back of your throut making you gag slightly. You him in response to his movements while hyou rakes your nails along his thighs. “Fuck…. you looks so cute with my cock in your mouth.” you feel wetness pool between your legs. “This little shit is trying to turn the tables.” you think to yourself. You release him with a pop. “Y/N WHAT THE FUCK?” he complains through grittred teeth. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you come that easily? Did you? Don’t worry baby you’re doing amazing.” You say pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Cody was whimpering from sexual frustration at this point.

“Tell me what you want to do to me Cody? All the filthy things you dream about  doing while your moaning with your throbbing cock in your hand.” you say straddling him. “C’mon baby don’t be shy.” you coax leaving dark marks along his treasure trail, making him a hard mess beneath you. “Do you want fuck me so hard? Making me scream until the neighbours know your name. You want to make me cum all over you until I get so sensitive I can’t deal with it any more.” Cody’s breath catches in his throat as he nods his head. You reach over and undo the tie, letting Cody’s hands fall free. You lean down, pulling him into a deep,nasty kiss. You pull away after awhile. Cody is left to catch his breath.

You begin to rock your clothed centre against him. “Can you fell how wet I am for you baby?” you taunt with a smirk. Cody’s hands instinctively reach for your waist. You slap his hands away. “No touching Cody or else I’ll make you watch me cum and leave you with a ruined orgasm. We wouldn’t want that. Would we?” you warn. You slowly slip off your black lace thong and discard it somewhere. You tease him at your entrance. “Y/N fuck yes please your so wet. I need to feel every inch of you I can’t take it!” he whines. You brush a a lock of hair away from his forehead. “You look so hot when you beg Cody. You should do it more.” you tease. You sink down on onto him, painfully slow. His breath hitches in his chest as you slowly begin to ride him. You know you’re driving him crazy. You bring a hand between you and begin to rub your clit, nearing your peak. You could feel Cody throbbing inside you. Your walls clench around him as you reach your ming. “FUCK YES CODY OHMYGOD” you whimper doubling over in pleasue.Cody kept on thrusting inside you desperate for release. His chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Please fuck. I-I need to cum.” he whimpers near tears. “A little longer baby come on.” you say soothing him. His thrusts getting rougher as he slams into you. “I can’t do it!” he grits. “C’mon Cody beg for me. Let me how much you want it.” you moan after one particulaurly hard thrust. “I want it so bad baby please. Please you feel so good around my cock. Babygirl I need it.” You smirk above him as you lean down. “Cum for me baby.” Those four words send him over the edge. With one last thrust he reacches his ogasm with a loud growl. A string of profanities fall from his lips as his chest heaves after he finishes. You roll over next to him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Y/N I didn’t know you had that in you.”


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Chapter Thirteen

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 4311
Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut NSFW 18+ end of chapter.

Song: Hoping by X Ambassadors


“This is all your fault, I refuse to believe otherwise!” Loki snapped.

“And if you don’t step back, son, I’m gonna plant my fist directly in your too smug face!” Steve snarled.

Such was your initiation back into wakefulness. Pain was your second awareness, followed by dry mouth. Sighing softly, not willing to move anything but your lungs for the moment, you listened to Loki and Steve bark at each other like feral dogs, Clint interjecting once in a while, Thor doing his best to mediate, and Bruce his utmost to keep them from tearing into each other in his lab.

Evidently you were back at the compound, the sound of a heart monitor beeping away in the background. Finally, when you could take no more of their male posturing, you growled out, “Hey!” only to have it come out as more a squeak no one noticed. Clearing your throat, you tried a second time. “Hey! If you’re all going to stand in my room and snipe at each other, at least have the decency to turn on the damn lights!”

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“His girl.” A Barry Allen/Julian Albert imagine.

You and Barry Allen had been together for a long time. Almost a year and half, and Barry would do anything for you and you felt the same way. You knew the consequences of dating Central Cities Scarlet Speedster. You were both in love and nothing could change that. 

Until Barry wanted to go back into the Speed Force. You had mixed emotions about the whole idea and you knew Barry was grieving but this seemed like a whole other level of bad. You were currently making Barry and yourself dinner while you contemplated telling Barry how you feel. You took a deep breath before setting down the knife causing Barry too look at you and furrow his brows. 

“(Y/n)?…You okay baby?” 
“Barry I want to talk about going back into the Speed Force.” Barry sighed as he ran a hand over his face. You licked your lips as you avoided his eyes. 
“I don’t think it’s a good idea Bar.” You whispered as you slowly kept cutting the food. 

“I know you don’t think it’s a good idea but (Y/n) I really think I need to do it.” 
“Why?”
“I-I just do…” You chuckled dryly at his poor response. “(Y/n)-” 

“No if you need to you do it Barry.” You said putting down the knife and exiting the kitchen. Barry sighed as he watched you exit the room. He turned back to the sink before holding onto the counter and making his decision. 

He was returning to the speed force. 

The minute Barry entered his ‘other time line’, he thought he made the right decision. He had his mom and his dad back…but where were you? Barry found out quickly the cost of this so called “Flash Point” and quickly went back to that sad night that took his mothers life. Thinking he fixed everything he once again was proven wrong. Iris didn’t know who he was, Joe and Iris were’t talking, Cisco lost his brother, and his new ‘co worker’ was a dick to him. And to make matters worse, he couldn’t find you anywhere. 

He walked into his ‘office’ and saw a lady standing inside. Once the said lady turned he realized it was you. His eyes widened and he almost dropped his coffee. He sped over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You squealed and dropped the file before you could react, lips were on yours. You were shocked to open your eyes before you could push him away you hear an accent. 

“What in the hell is happening here?!” Barry pulled away as you pushed him off you, leaving Barry royally confused as you stood in shock. Julian strided over to you and inspected your face. 
“Are you okay love?! Did he do anything else?!” He whispered as you shook your head, eyes still wide and mind whirling from what just happened. 

“Allen, what in the name of sanity were you doing kissing my girlfriend.” He snarled as Julian wrapped his arm around your waist. Barry’s eyes were the size of the moon as his jaw dropped in shock. 

“Y-You two?!” He whispered to himself as Julian raised a brow. 

“Well?! I’m waiting Allen!” He hissed as you set a hand on Julian’s chest, which was heaving with rage. 
“Baby calm down.” You mumbled as you kissed his cheek. Julian paused for a second. His tongue poking his cheek as he slowly inhaled. It was then Barry pieced it together in his head, much to his own disgust. 

“I-I thought….” 
“You thought you could just kiss my girlfriend?” Julian cocked a brow as you sighed and ran a hand through your hair as Barry’s eye caught onto something shiny on your left hand. 

“It was a mistake-I thought she was someone else…someone I knew.” 

“Julian it was an accident okay handsome?” You reasoned as Barry’s heart broke at the diamond on your left hand. He grimaced as Julian glared at Barry. 
“Darling, why don’t you go home, I’ll look at the flower arrangements you put together when I get done okay?”
“Flower arrangements?!”  Barry couldn’t stop the words from falling from his mouth. He watched the smile he fell in love with spread across your face as you raised your diamond clad finger to show it off. It sparkled in the light much like Barry had noticed your eyes did with joy for him. Now it was for another and it broke his heart. 

“Me and Julian will be getting married in May!” You giggled as Julian gave you a proud grin. Barry couldn’t even look at your face knowing that another man made you giggle like he once did. 

“T-That’s amazing (Y/N)! C-Congratulations!” He mumbled as you leaned in to kiss Julian goodbye before shaking Barry’s hand awkwardly. Barry wondered if you still felt the spark that he once did. You walked out as Julian once again glared at Barry. 

“Listen here Allen.  I don’t know what that whole situation was about but I’m warning you now, stay away from my fiance. Got it!” He hissed as Barry nodded wordlessly. Too speechless to even register a single word. The word ‘fiance’ bouncing in his head, having a similar noise to hearing nails on a chalkboard. Barry quickly walked out of the CCPD with a broken heart. 

She was no longer ‘Barry’s’ girl….she was his girl now, and it shattered him.   

6 Inch

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

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     You eyed the glass of alcohol like a lion eyed its prey. The hand rested on the small of your back was cold a huge contrast to how hot your skin was. You turned back to look at the stranger. He grinned down at you and his eyes matched the look you were giving the alcohol. The man’s chest was pressed up against your back and the smell of his cologne had your knees weak. You grabbed the glass and inspected the drink. You saw the bartender making it with your own eyes and after she had finished she had placed the glass right in front of you, so you knew there was nothing wrong with the drink. You brought the glass up to your mouth and took a sip. As you pulled the cup away your dark purple lipstick stained the rim. “I couldn’t help but to notice you when you walked in,” the guy behind you said. His voice was deep and there was a rasp to it as he whispered in your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine at how close he was. His beard tickling your skin.

“Oh really?” you replied, taking another gulp of your drink. You turned around so that you were facing the guy. He was attractive to a point where you felt nervous to be under the man’s gaze. Your eyes took a quick glance at his arms the dark skin covered in tattoos and toned as can be. He licked at his lips and nodded at your question. “Thanks for the drink,” you said, tilting the glass in his direction before taking another sip. 

“It’s my pleasure. So what’s your name, Sweetheart?” he questioned, moving around you to take a seat down at the bar. The two of you were very close to one another. Leaning in to hear what the other was saying since the club was loud and packed to the full. You smirked at his words and rolled your eyes at the nickname he had given you. 

“It’s Y/N, Sweetheart,” you said, the smirk on your face growing even more at the expression the man gave. He let out a small chuckle, white teeth gleaming as he grinned at you. You looked down at the alcohol that was in your cup noticing that there was on a few swallow fulls left. You turned the glass up and took one big gulp finishing off the liquor and feeling your throat burn in sensation. Once you finished you placed the glass down on the counter. “Can I get a Hennessy and Ace mix,” you requested towards the bartender needing something stronger than the alcohol the stranger had bought you. 

“Damn you’re going in hard tonight. Tough week?” the guy asked. 

“You could say that,” you said, “Now I told you my name. What’s yours?” The man licked at his lips as he rubbed at his beard. 

“Derrick” he responded. 

“That’s a sexy name,” you smiled making him grin at the compliment. You had become a different person after the night you left Calum. You started to party more, flirt around, and drink to your heart’s content. You didn’t care what happened and just felt like enjoying life to the fullest. When you were with Calum you had never done things like this. Sure before you met Calum you were a carefree woman and doing whatever it was you needed to do. You were a leader and was always taking care of your business. This wasn’t the case at the moment. You needed to let your hair down and just get drunk for a while. When your drink was in front of you, you swiped it off the counter and slid out your seat. “Care for a dance?” you asked Derrick, holding your hand out for him to take and taking small sips of your drink. 

“That was suppose to be my line,” he said, grabbing onto your hand. 

“Mmm well you gotta move fast,” you said, pulling him into the crowd of people. You began to sway to the music drink in one hand as your other held onto Derrick. Your hips began to gyrate and you backed your ass up against Derrick as the beat to the music switched up. You no longer cared about Calum. With the two of you being separated and Calum out fucking some other woman you decided you no longer wanted to be married. The first night you left and went out to party you refused to stoop to Calum’s level and cheat. That was a month ago. A whole month of not talking to your soon to be ex-husband and your thoughts had changed. You weren’t together anymore so having a one night stand didn’t sound so bad and from the looks of it Derrick was just the right guy to do that with. 

     Calum sat in the V.I.P. section of the club with a sad look on his face. He was leaning against the railing that overlooked the dance floor and chugged on his beer. Calum wasn’t in the mood to party, but his friends had dragged him out in order to get him out of the rut. He had majorly fucked up and Calum was now facing the consequences of his infidelity. “Hey cheer up man,” Ashton said, slapping his down on Calum’s shoulder and shaking him a bit. They were all trying to do their best to make their friend feel better, but he had dug his grave himself so they weren’t going to offer words of wisdom. All they could do was help Calum grieve the loss of his marriage. The boys of course had known about Calum’s cheating and being the best friends that they were, they stood by their friend and kept his secret. Now it was all biting him in the ass. 

“I just want my wife back,” Calum responded, chugging down the rest of his drink before grabbing the bottle of Vodka off the table to drink that instead. You wanted nothing to do with Calum and he didn’t know how to handle it. When he had found the note you left it tore Calum apart. Not only did you leave him, but you had left your wedding ring too. Your wedding ring that was in Calum’s pocket at the moment, burning a hole in his pants. It hadn’t left his side ever since and Calum held onto that ring until you decided to come back to him. If you decided to come back to him. Calum looked back at his friends the guys singing loudly to the music and a few girls sitting around giggling at them. He despised how happy they all looked. It was almost too painful to watch and Calum rolled his eyes at the sight. He tilted the bottle of vodka up to his lips letting the alcohol burn his throat as it went down. Calum rubbed at his eye and he looked down at the crowd. He chugged at the liquor again, but the bottle lowered from his lips when his eyes landed on two people. 

You were in the same club as Calum and neither of you knew it until now. Well now Calum knew. He licked at his lips, teeth sinking into the flesh as he stared in jealousy. You were dancing with some guy. The male’s hands running up and down your body as you began to grind on him. For some reason Calum couldn’t take his eyes off the scene. There was something about the way you were acting that made him feel weird. In the last two months of Calum cheating he hadn’t seen you act like this. Walking around with confidence and flirting with guys. It was like you were a different person in his eyes. Calum’s jaw clenched when he saw you bring the guy into a kiss. “What’re staring at?” Luke questioned coming up beside Calum. He had noticed the hard stare and frustration on his friend’s face. 

“Nothing,” Calum muttered, taking a longer swallow of the Vodka and still keeping an eye on you. Your kiss with the stranger was growing more intense and Calum could visibly see the guy’s tongue slip into your mouth. 

“Is that Y/N?” Luke asked, eyes squinting as he looked out into the sea of people. Luke looked back to Calum and his lips parted in understanding at why his friend looked angry. “Shit man I’m sorry,” Luke sighed, noticing the kiss between you and the stranger end. The guy had leaned down to whisper in your ear and then pulled you towards the bar. Before Calum could even think he was making his way from the V.I.P. booths and heading in your direction. Luke had called out to Calum in exasperation trying to stop him from doing something stupid. It was too late though and Calum had disappeared into the sea of people.

 You were laying down on a table shirt lifted up as the Tequila was poured on your abdomen. You smiled in delight as Derrick licked the salt from his hand. He leaned down tongue gliding along your abdomen to lick up the alcohol. Your skin felt hot at the sensation and your back arched off the table when Derrick began to suck at your skin to create a mark. His head lifted and before he grabbed the lime that was rested between the valley of your breasts he shot you a wink. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and Derrick pulled the lime from his mouth as his head dipped back down to lick at your breasts. “Get the fuck off my wife,” the familiar voice growled, yanking Derrick away from you. You quickly sat up in shock eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Calum. 

“What the fuck man!” Derrick yelled, staring at Calum in anger. Clearly Derrick wasn’t expecting Calum to break up his fun and he stared confusedly at the stranger in front of him. “Who are you?” Derrick asked, glancing back over to you to see that you were pulling down your shirt. Calum glared at Derrick, his fists clenching. When he didn’t respond Derrick chuckled, “Look man I got this one in the bag, there are plenty of other fine girls here so why not check them out.” 

“Yeah I get that but that one-” Calum pointed behind Derrick at you, “That one is my wife, so I suggest you go fuck off before I turn you black and blue.” Your eyes narrowed at Calum’s words and you slid off the table. Seeing him now was making you feel all types of emotions. You felt anger towards him but at the same time sadness because for the first time ever you realized the situation at hand. Calum had cheated. For two whole months he had been in somebody else’s bed and the fact that he was angry at you for almost hooking up with another guy was infuriating. You slipped between Calum and Derrick chest heaving up and down. “Baby come home please,” Calum pleaded, “I’m sorry I will do anything to make it up to you just please come back to me.”

“You made your bed, Calum now you have to lie in it,” you said, staring at him with a hard glare. Calum’s head dropped and his hand came up to wipe away his tears. You scoffed at how he was acting and shook your head at him. You smoothed down your skirt and turned back around to see the Derrick had left, preoccupied with some other girl that had caught his attention. You turned back to Calum and rolled your eyes. “Great there goes my hookup,” you sighed. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Calum asked. “Stop this stupid act and let’s work this out please.” 

“No Calum I’m done. I told you from the beginning that I’ve been hurt before. That I had been cheated on and screwed over and then you go and do the same to me like all the other guys,” you snapped, feeling the tears start to well up in your eyes. “What’s worse is that it wasn’t just a boyfriend cheating on me it was my husband,” you sniffled, feeling the alcohol in your veins ignite your emotions. You held up your hand and then deeply sighed. You couldn’t take it anymore. Cheating was the final straw for you when it came to your relationship and Calum had broken your trust, your heart, and he nearly took your dignity. You had to get back to yourself and with your thoughts running wild it had settled on the one thing that could change everything. You sucked in a deep breath and looked Calum straight in the eye as you said the words loud above the music so he could here.

“I want a divorce.”

Hogmanay pt.2

A wee snippet of Jamie and Claire whilst the Hogmanay preparations are well under way! Fluff and ALLLLL the feels because it is Monday and we need it!!!

Claire could hear the children chattering amongst themselves as they bunched the juniper and picked off any berries that had been missed, Bree’s accent standing out starkly amongst her cousin’s softer Scottish brogues.

The pot Jenny had left beside her was nearly full with pealed potatoes and the water on the stove had reached boiling. The room was becoming uncomfortably hot and Claire could feel the sweat gathering beneath the cloud of hair at the nape of her neck and trickling intermittently down her neck. She placed a hand against her back, readying for the task of standing upright.

“Alright little one, on three … one … two …”

Claire clenched her teeth and heaved just as the baby pushed a foot up under her ribs. The air went from her in a sharp breath and Claire sat down heavily, giving up on the two inches of elevation she had gained.

“You bloody little … Scot!”

She scowled, arching her back a little to encourage the baby to move, which it obligingly did, coming to rest in a much less uncomfortable position. Claire let her breath out again, this time with a sigh and passed the back of her hand over her brow. She had a few more weeks to go but felt like she was ready to burst. She didn’t remember feeling quite so huge with Brianna, though that may have been in part due to the near starvation she had suffered in the run up to Culloden and then the miserable cocoon she had wrapped herself in after her return to the twentieth century, a cocoon in which she only forced herself to take food for the sake of the baby.

Claire pushed thoughts of that time aside and steeled herself to stand once again. If she simply sat and waited for Jenny to come to her rescue she could be stuck in the sweltering kitchen for quite some time as the Hogmanay preparations were well underway and Jenny was bustling from room to room overseeing it all. Claire had tried to help but her swollen size had made her something of a hindrance to the process and when she had suggested preparing the vegetables instead of stringing garlands, Jenny had looked rather relieved. However, if preparing vegetables was what Claire was in charge of then she would bloody well be in charge of it and no one was going to put those potatoes in the cauldron but her!

She was half-way up when she felt a hand on her lower back and another take a gentle grip on her upper arm. She blew the hair out of her face and looked up into an amused sapphire gaze.

“I can manage.”

“I know.”

Jamie smiled but didn’t relinquish his touch and moments later Claire was on her feet. She raised her finger to wipe the perspiration from her upper lip but Jamie stopped her, catching her hand in his and ducking his head to gently kiss along the bow of her lips, his tongue gently tracing the curve of her smile.

“Ah Dhia! Mo nigheann donn, mo Sorcha …”

Claire lost the last of his words as he buried his face in the curve of her neck

“What was that?”

“I said …”

Jamie surfaced, smiling with the glazed eyes of a man singularly minded,

“That each time I sniff at ye I discover a new wee scent and I want ye more than before.”

Claire sniffed at her sleeve and wrinkled her nose

“I never considered onions and parsnips to be particular aphrodisiacs.”

Jamie’s lifted one springy curl from her collar bone, pulling it gently straight before letting it bounce back into its spiral and inhaling dramatically.

“I can smell cloves, rosemary and a wee hint o’ plum.”

Claire leant forward and sniffed his shirt lightly

“Horses and hay and … what is that?”

“Peat most likely.”

Jamie grinned and waved away the question before Claire could ask it.

“I brought a few blocks in from the shed this morning and changed my shirt but ye ken how the scent clings.”

Jamie lifted the pot of potatoes from the table

“Ye want these in the water?”

“Ye but give them here, I’ll do it.”

Claire reached for the pan but Jamie shifted, keeping it out of her reach

“It’s fairly heavy Sassenach. I dinna ken how many pounds ye peeled but if Jenny is still feeding the pigs peelings, we’re likely to have the fattest hogs in the Highlands.”

“We’re going to have a lot of guests…”

“And food enough to feed generations of them yet to come.”

Jamie grinned and crossed to the fire

“Wait I can …”

Claire began and then stopped as Jamie upended the pan with ease and deftly stepping out of the way of the water that splashed over the sides as the potatoes went in.

“I told you I could do it!”

Claire snapped, feeling absurdly like she was about to cry. She blinked twice and glared at the splashes of water steaming on the flagstones.

“For God’s sake, Jamie! You’ve got water all over the floor! I suppose I have to clear it up, do I?”

She snatched a cloth up from the side and stormed toward the small pool of water but Jamie blocked her path, expression carefully neutral as his hands came up to lightly clasp her shoulders.

“I apologise Sassenach. If ye hand me the cloth, I’ll mop it up for ye.”

His voice was gentle, consoling even and Claire felt the tightness in her chest clench and her throat began to burn. Claire looked around him and saw the gentle wisps of steam rising from the floor a second before her vision blurred.

“No it’s fine … It’s already drying. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“Dinna be lass, I interfered and upset the system you had in place. I’m sorry for it.”

Claire snorted wetly and hastily mopped her eyes and nose with a handkerchief.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so irritable!”

“Nothing. There is nothing wrong with ye, but ye are exhausted and your body feels like it’s betrayin’ ye at every turn. It’s enough to make anyone irritable.”

Jamie’s arms encircled her as he spoke, his cheek resting lightly on the top of her head

“I feel like a fat, silly fool!”

“You are magnificent, Claire.”

Jamie spoke simply, rubbing small circles in the middle of her back

“But upon my word, Sassenach, the smell of ye and the feel of ye against me is makin’ me think verra wicked thoughts.”

“Perhaps you should confess them to me upstairs.”

She murmured and felt the shiver of a thrill run through him

“Confession, eh? Will ye forgive my sins?”

“Eventually.”

Claire allowed the word to fall from her lips and the considerable firmness that has been building against her stomach hardened further.

“Can ye get one of the girls to mind the food a while? I dinna think I can wait for your benediction.”

Jamie whispered in her ear and as he bent toward her Claire imagined a willow tree, tall and graceful, arching as its branches dip toward the water’s surface, reaching until even the petioles and stipules are submerged deeply.

*

It felt like hours but could only have been minutes later, as Claire ran her fingers through the sweetly curling hairs of his chest, she realised that Jamie had done what she could not do for herself, he had centred her.

He had let her play the role of the saviour, dubbing himself the wicked one who was dependent on her for his redemption. He had made her feel wise and beautiful and in control, he had guided her to see herself as he saw her.

“What are ye thinking, Sassenach?”

His voice was heavy with satisfaction and Claire delighted in the small sigh of contentment he gave as she kissed the bud of his nipple.

“I was thinking that you still, after all our years, just let me be myself and how much I love you for it.”

She smiled and looked up as she felt the bed shift to see him propped up on his elbow, looking down at her curiously.

“I fell in love wi’ ye for who ye are Sassenach. I canna see what benefit it could be to either of us if I were to try and change ye now.”

“You might have a wife with a sweeter temperament?”

She teased, stroking the length of his nose with the tip of her index finger.

“I doubt a sweet wee mouse could make my balls fizz the way you do.”

Jamie’s tone was even and as he blinked solemnly at her, his face serene, Claire burst into laughter and laughed until the tears streamed down her face and her ribs ached with the force of it.

“Oh my God! Jamie! I did not expect that!”

“Well neither did I, a sweet wee lad o’ three and twenty and you and older woman takin’ me in hand…”

He was grinning too now, his mirth held back only barely

“It was my mouth actually…”

Claire retorted and the room filled with the sounds of their happiness, of memories and shared knowledge of love and the comfort of one who knows you so very well and they clung to each other until the last of the humour left them when, still smiling, they touched their foreheads together.

“In truth Sassenach, I dinna care what ye do to my balls as long as I get to hear ye laugh like that often and plenty until my dying day.”

Jamie raised her hand, clasped in his own between them on the bed and kissed her skin, just above the warm silver of her wedding ring.

Prompt from @caramovienerd  “I’m pregnant.”

A/N: So apparently i only know how to write teeth-rotting fluff so I hope you like this. 

It’s been almost three weeks and it still doesn’t feel real.

Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, ever, but Amy’s apartment is actually pretty amazing.

Our apartment, he corrects himself.

She’s got soft towels— Towels. Plural– and she’s got a fridge full of all these things he didn’t even know existed before and her carpets are soft and fluffy and her TV is almost twice the size of his old one.

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Spots-Bill Skarsgård

Spots-Bill Skarsgård

*GIF NOT MINE*


It started with little spots in your vision, then the spots grew. You had noticed patches of black and temporary blurry ness that wouldn’t go away. Like whenever you and Bill watched a movie, your vision would go out and you would close your eyes-praying that it would come back this time. You had kept it a secret from Bill, he didn’t need to know these things. He would worry too much and from there it would be a slippery slope. You didn’t tell him until you had to. You were walking down the stairs one day to put laundry away when your vision went out and you tumbled down the stairs and landed in a heap at the bottom.


The pain was crazy and the only thing you could do was call Bill. But since you couldn’t see you had to use a voice command, which almost never worked. A few minutes after you had said anything to Bill, he and almost everyone from the IT cast was swarming through the door looking for you. He was only watching the filming today and didn’t have the makeup on, but he thought you did. The bump on your forehead was huge and growing, and you had busted your lips and nose. “Oh baby,” he said cradling your face in his hands. His eyes were watering and you couldn’t see, “Bill?” You said reaching out for his face. “Yeah Y/N. I’m right here,” he said guiding your hands to his face. You sighed in relief when you found his lips and cheeks, but you still couldn’t see. Then you felt two small arms wrap around your waist, “Who is that?” You said. “It’s me, it’s just Jack.” You heard a small voice say. You relaxed again and then you heard everyone else, “Who all is here?” “Well. Me, Jack, Finn, Sophia, Chosen, Andy, Wyatt, Jaeden, and Jeremy,” he said. “Why is everyone here?” Bill started to lift you up. “Because we care,” Andy said from the back while all of the kids were quiet and scared.


You went to the hospital and they asked you about symptoms. You told them everything including numbness and headaches. They ran tests and filming had officially been shut down for the day. Then they released you back home with strict supervision because you still couldn’t see. Bill didn’t let go of you all night and it was starting to kind of annoy you. You weren’t mad at him, you just didn’t like the pity. Jack and Finn had asked if they could stay with you guys and that was usually the norm. The black Escalade you and Bill drove usually had at least two kids in the back. They stayed and helped out a little.


The next day your tests came back and you had a benign tumor behind your eye and in the left side of your neck. Bill was glad that it wasn’t cancer and held you while he cried. You couldn’t cry, you were frozen. You couldn’t do anything, dear swallowed you whole. Until it hit you, like a ton of bricks. You couldn’t breathe and you started heaving, “Y/N baby, I’m right here.” He said cradling you closer while trying to calm you down. “He said we can remove the one in your neck, but the one in your eye is a little more difficult.” He tried to reassure you but it was just too much. “I’m gonna get sick,” you said and Finn heard you. He put down the game controller and ran to get a trash can just in time for you to puke up everything you had eaten. Bill rested his face between your shoulders and held your hair back.


When you were done puking you started to cry. Then Jack was tearing up, but it was mostly just a lot of emotions at once. Finn punched him in the arm, “Pussy,” he mumbled.


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Guardians of the Galaxy: Family, Annoyance, Lost Patience

This is based off of lovely @amazingmsme and her three-word prompt :D I hope you like it and that it was everything you ever dreamed of!

Words: 2,145


It was anniversary week for Rocket Raccoon, his least favorite time of the year. And he knew what to expect in terms of feelings, nightmares, and quick tempers for the week. His crew, however, did not. 

Day 1 was capture day. Rocket remained reserved, confining himself primarily in his quarters for the day as Quill and the rest of the team piloted through space. 

There was one interruption coming from the big dense man himself, “Small furry angry creature, will you be eating with us tonight?”

Rocket’s ears twitched at the bluntness of Drax’s speech, and he replied with, “Nah, you go stuff your face. I ain’t hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten all day. And it is impossible to stuff a face, you can only fully stuff a mouth–”

“Alright, get outta here with your stupid factual bullshit!” Rocket tossed a spare bolt at Drax, the tiny object merely bouncing off the other’s muscular chest. 

Drax looked down at his chest and then back at Rocket, “I can see you are thoroughly upset. I will leave now,” and he backed out of Rocket’s space. The raccoon sighed and he shook out his head, getting back to mindless work trying to build something.

Day 2 was needle day. So many tests and needless cruelty to all of his animal senses. Today was Gamora’s turn to test his patience, apparently. 

“I said to fix it, Rocket,” Gamora ordered sternly, a patch of loose wires draped across the floor of the ship. 

Rocket growled, “Why don’t you fix it yourself? Do I have to do everything around here!?” 

“If I knew how, I would!” Gamora yelled right back at the smaller creature, narrowing her eyes at his behavior towards her. She turned around and stormed off without another word. Rocket, in a rage, tied all the wires back up into the wall and secured the loose panel they were supposed to be contained under. He didn’t have the energy to keep up being angry and stubborn about that issue. Plus, it kept him busy. 

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anonymous asked:

Maybe a weird experiment has gone wrong in the avengers tower. And Steve is... Lactating?! Like he got the whole a/b/o symptoms. But he is shy to tell anyone. But Bucky finds out anyways, because Steve's pecs ache and he caught Steve messaging them several times with wet patches in his tight t-shirt.... And Bucky is very aroused by that and wants to experiment ********

Lord have mercy. 

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anonymous asked:

Number 13 everlark please:) “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.” - Thank you!

Here you go anon, sorry it took me so long. This prompt inspired a scene that’s been done a million times. Just never by me. Enjoy!

“Well, that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do,” Peeta said in his wife’s ear, as his mother-in-law laid their new baby girl on Katniss’s chest. “You’re amazing.” Katniss sobbed and curled forward to kiss the dark hairs on their daughter’s – their daughter’s! – tiny head. For 12 long hours, Peeta had massaged and soothed and supported his wife as she laboured to bring their baby into the world. His body ached and Katniss had done all the work.

Now, she was here and his heart was so full of love it felt as though the sun was rising in his chest instead of over the horizon out their bedroom window. He watched in awe as Katniss cradled the new life they had made together in her arms. Unable to hold back any longer, he gently stroked her shoulder and then laid his hand over Katniss’s on the baby’s back. “She’s perfect,” he marvelled.  

And she was. There were 10 tiny fingers and 10 tiny toes. Perfect pouty lips, pursed as though to kiss a fairy. Her head was covered in dark hair, and long lashes lay against her rosy cheeks. The last nine months had been hard on Katniss, as she battled depression and her fears over the many uncertainties they both knew existed in this fragile new world they had helped to build. Peeta had his own fears, ones he’d been afraid to voice in case it made them real. The Capitol had pumped him full of poisons, starved him, beat him within an inch of his life. What if those traumas somehow affected the baby he and Katniss had wanted so desperately? He leaned forward and pressed his lips to his daughter’s forehead and knew that the doctors had been right. Everything was going to be just fine.

His eyes locked with his wife’s. “I love you,” Katniss whispered.

“I love you too,” he assured her. “Thank you so much, Katniss.”

The babe made tiny noises and rooted around on her mother’s breast.

Lily Everdeen chuckled, the joy and exhaustion evident on her face. She’d been with them every second. “She’s hungry, Katniss. I’ll clean her up and check her over so that you can nurse her.”

“No.” Her body still charged with adrenalin and hormones, Katniss’s protective instincts were on overdrive and she wrapped her arms protectively around the baby.

Lily smiled and handed Peeta the scissors. “Cut the cord, Peeta.”

He obeyed and then perched on the side of the bed to wrap his arm around Katniss’s shoulders. “She’s cold, sweetheart. Let’s get her in a nice warm blanket and then you can have her back.” Katniss nodded and finally giving into exhaustion, laid her head against his chest.

Her mother whisked the baby away, swiftly wiping, measuring and weighing the baby, now howling in protest.  She wrapped her in a warm, flannel blanket, rocking and shushing her new grandbaby as she crossed the room back to Katniss, cooing softly about how beautiful she was. Katniss held out her arms impatiently. Once the baby was back in her arms, she listened carefully to her mother’s instructions of how to bring the baby to her breast.

Peeta settled down to watch, holding everything that was important to him in his life in his arms, and stroked the baby’s downy cheek with his thumb.

“What are you going to call her?” Lily asked from the foot of the bed where she was cleaning up Katniss.

Katniss looked at Peeta wide-eyed. She had stubbornly refused to discuss names throughout the entire pregnancy, superstitiously clinging to the idea that naming the baby before she arrived could cause something to go wrong. But Peeta knew what he wanted to call her.

“What about Hope?” he suggested.

Katniss looked down at the baby who heaved a sigh and let go of her mother’s breast, fast asleep.

“Hope,” Katniss mused thoughtfully. “It’s perfect.”

Harder To Breathe

Kai x Reader 

Song: Harder To Breathe ~ Maroon 5 

Request: Jongin smut where you come home and catch him masturbating and you can’t help but watch and he sees you and asks if you want to help him?

Word Count: 1,666

Rated: Smut 

 A/N: I kinda did something different for the “asks if you wanna help him” part but I hope you like it any way~ Ugh the ending is trash. 


 You drove home in the dark, having just run to the store to grab some ice cream and a movie. You were bored and sad and decided an action movie might spice up your life. It sounded pathetic, but you missed your boyfriend a lot. He was one of the best parts of your life, and provided you with some of your best, happiest memories. It was nearly impossible for you to feel upset when you were with him. You lived together but for the last couple of weeks he’d been staying at the dorms instead of with you, and it sucked a lot. They were preparing some new dances for a couple awards shows later in the year and he said it didn’t make sense for him to come home at 3 a.m and leave again at 7. You disagreed, but it was selfish of you to make him run all the way home when he could get more sleep by practicing at and sleeping in the dorm, so you told him it was fine and that you’d miss him. It wasn’t fine, and you did miss him a lot. Hence the ice cream you were about to use to drown your sorrows. 

 Stepping into your two bedroom apartment, you made a beeline for your room, which was towards the back. You were going to cuddle up in one of his sweatshirts and your comfiest panties and try to enjoy this movie as much as you could without him being there with you. As you walked, you picked up an unusual sound coming from your room. You slowed, cocking your head towards the noise that seemed to be coming from your room. You crept along, coming to a stop just beside your slightly open door, identifying what you now understood to be breaths. Heavy breaths. 

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Regret - Chapter 3 (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M (swearing, violence, smut - everything you’ve come to expect from me :* )

Genre: Drama/Angst

****Trigger Warnings - Sexual Abuse, Rape, Domestic Violence, Child Peril****

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******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Fox shook her head, blinking away the sudden tears. She hadn’t wanted or meant to take a trip down memory lane, but her mind had had it’s own ideas. Hurriedly, before anyone saw, she wiped her cheeks and sat up straight, cleared her throat and glanced quickly around. Fortunately no one had noticed her yet. Her body hummed with memories of her first time with Eric, the pure joy she’d felt, the relief. Even crazed with lust his touch had been inherently gentle and tender, even out of control he was incapable of hurting her, Ethan had been in complete control of himself when he’d wounded her this time. The thought of Eric warmed Fox, he was so different than Ethan once you went deep; Ethan’s mask was charming and flawless, but if you lifted it, the beast underneath was frightening.

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