its hard to breathe right now

thegirlwhocriesice  asked:

Au where Lance really can't stand his real last name. So he faked paper for the grasion with last name McLain?

I’m so sorry for the lateness of this! This prompt was given to me a long, long time ago and I just only got the um…inspiration to write this? I’m so sorry!

A little bit crossover to KHR since I made this into a MafiaAU of sorts. Note that most or all the things mentioned here (aside from the names they are not mine) are purely from my imagination and should not be taken with any ounce of seriousness.

Lance loved his family with all his heart, never question him about this or you will find yourself with a bullet stuck to any part of your body. What he didn’t appreciate was the part of the society he was born in. more specifically, the dark part of the society he was born in.

The Salazar Family was one of the best known Mafia family in the underworld. Who would not heard of them when they were one of the allies of the strongest Mafia, the Vongola? Being allied with the Vongola also meant that they were associates with the Chiavarone, Simon, Giglio Nero, and Millefiore just to name some of the big names. There was never a peaceful day for Lance for everyday was either spent on training or learning the ways of the world and how to survive in it.

The only lucky thing that Lance could consider was that he was not the eldest, thus exempting him from being the next heir for the family. It was unfair to be happy about this, especially that it was his reluctant older brother who got stuck in that position, but the part that wanted to be free weighed more in Lance’s heart. So at the age of 16th, Lance made a proposition and have the full support of the Vongola Decimo. The Salazar’s Don was a bit reluctant to agree in erasing Lance’s existence in the Mafia world (and that Lance was one of their best strategists) but just one look in his son’s eyes, one full of hope and passion in achieving his dreams, the Don gave his blessings also.

So Lance Salazar, third son of Don Salazar, became Lance McClain, an ordinary boy living with an ordinary family.

Forging documents and family background was just a piece of cake in the underworld and in no time, Lance was already attending the Garrison where he hoped his dreams to be a pilot as an ordinary guy would come true.

Of course there were times where his Mafia side got to the surface and times where he wished he could just contact the family and disposed someone for him. But because he ‘cut all his ties’ with the Mafia it also meant that he had no right to contact them anymore (though sometimes one or two men of his father will come to check up on him.). Why did he want to hire a hitman to eliminate someone? Well, there was this guy called Iverson who seemed to make it his life goal to make Lance’s life as miserable as possible. Always pointing out his flaws and implying that all the documents proving his intelligence were all fake/forge.

He could easily kill Iverson now that he thought about it. He was trained to do such things after all ever since he learned how to do complex Math and covering up the evidences was like slicing an apple with a sharp knife. But then the reason he left the world he was initially born in was to escape all the bloodshed. Only heaven knows how much of those bloods were caused by him even if most of them were all in the act of self-defense.

So he tried his best not to let those words of depreciation got stuck in his head (but most time he believed some of it.)

Then the next impulse to hire a hitman was when Lance started to get compared to a genius student named Keith.

Out of curiosity, Lance checked out this Keith guy. Yeah, he was an awesome pilot and combat but that was the only things that Keith was good at, at least that was how Lance saw it. He was never good at socializing and could not really hide his intention despite having a poker face. Keith would be a dead guy if left alone in the underworld.

Lance wanted to show how smart he was but Iverson already put a lot of bad words in his name resulting for no one to take him seriously. If he did something jaw dropping then majority would just accuse him of cheating because ‘hey, this is Lance! No way he did all of that in his own!’.  Being called as Keith’s replacement was not the most flattering words his ears could hear also.

Being caught in an intergalactic war and stuck in a castle with three and a half humans (Keith was half-Galra after all), two Alteans, space mice, and five sentient robotic lions was just like being trapped inside the Mafia world all over again.

Physical training, strategy making, forming alliances, Lance was tempted to call Voltron as space Mafia. He didn’t know if it already registered in the mind of others but they now have blood in their hands. It didn’t matter if it was an enemy they were killing. Life was life and they were not different to other soldiers of war.

Great, now Lance has human blood and alien blood staining his hands.

He thought about this every day.

Until one day, a sudden fact entered Lance’s mind that ended up with him laughing hysterically during breakfast. Everyone was looking at him like he had lost his mind (he probably had a long time ago).

“Lance, buddy, are you okay?” Hunk was about half way from standing up before Lance waved at him to indicate that he was fine.

“Don’t worry, Hunk. I just…pft! Ahahaha!”

Now Shiro was the one with worry creeping on his face. Was Lance having a breakdown? Was the war they were suddenly thrust in now taking its toll in their Blue Paladin’s mind?

“Lance, I need you to take deep breathes and talk to us.” It was hard but Shiro needed to ensure the health of his teammates even if he was being a hypocrite right now.

“Nah, I’m fine, Shiro. I just remembered something.”

“And that is…?” Lance didn’t know who asked that but he happily answered.

“Iverson is dead meat. Actually, he will be lucky if they will allow him to have a quick death. But knowing my family, I am sure they will torture him first.” Lance resumed eating his breakfast with a bright smile and as if he didn’t said something deeply disturbing.

“Wait, what?” Keith narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean by that.”

“Mullet boy, never cross my family.” That was the only answer Lance gave and it did not satisfy the curiosity of his teammates.

Sure, Lance was not a Salazar anymore and that his surname was now McClain. It didn’t mean though that he was already cast out by those he shared with the same flesh and blood.

After all, blood was thicker than water most of the time.

I don’t really know if I did the prompt some justice (>_<)

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Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled. 

Word count: 1200 

“This is the training room.”

You nod even though you’re barely processing anything you’re being told.

Three days ago you’d woken up in an abandoned warehouse, with no idea where you were or how you’d gotten there. There were significant gaps in your memory and a you were in lot of pain. Then someone in a red metal suit had entered your field of vision, frowning, and you’d passed out, wondering if it was all some kind of dream. When you’d come to for the second time, you were in the infirmary and this man, (Steve?), started saying something  about a group of enhanced individuals and you being one of them. It took all your willpower to not pass out again.

“We don’t know what your abilities are, but given your enhancements, people are going to come after you. It’s important that you learn to defend yourself.”

You’re still not sure what ‘abilities’ he’s talking about, or what he means by 'enhancements’.

“Training is usually carried out by Natasha or Wanda,” Steve’s speaking again, barely taking notice of you staring at him with eyes wider than plates. “But since they’re away on a mission, we’ll have to find someone else to train you.”  

You nod your head, still trying to understand everything. The names are meaningless to you, and you’re not too keen on getting trained by anyone, especially not if they all have the same stressed out demeanor that Steve seems to radiate. There’s a dull headache beginning to throb at the back of your skull, and honestly, you just need to close your eyes for a bit.

“We should go speak to Fury.”

As if you know who that is. You just nod and follow after him as he hurries along.

Everything about Director Nick Fury is unnerving, from the immaculate state of his office to the way his eye seems to be looking right through you. You swallow hard as he addresses Steve, keeping his eye trained on you the entire time.

“And we don’t know what her abilities are?”

You grit your teeth, still uncomfortable with all the talk of your abilities and your supposed enhancement. You can barely remember your own name.

“Not yet.”

Nick sighs and seems to be in deep thought. After a moment, he turns his body to you. “Can you shoot a gun?”

You look at him incredulously. A gun, you? You could barely hold a kitchen knife without fumbling with it. To hold, no, to shoot a gun? If this was any other situation, you might have laughed. Instead, you shake your head. “No, sir.”

He turns back to Steve. “Well, she’s going to have to learn. Barnes is the best sniper we’ve got. He’ll train her.”

Steve winces, and for a moment he looks like he’s about to say something else, but Fury turns his attention to the screen in front of him, clearly dismissing the two of you.

Steve leads you through the maze-like halls of the compound, until finally, you’re standing in front of large double doors. He pauses and looks to you with a sigh. He seems beat down, dark circles and pallid face. You almost sympathize, but then realize you probably look much the same.

“Bucky’s a good guy, Y/N. Just remember that.”

You’re not sure what he means, or why that’s even relevant, but you don’t have time to think as Steve pushes open the doors and strides inside before coming to a stop in a living-room of sorts, where two people are seated on the couch. Neither of them seem too happy to be in the other’s presence.

Upon seeing Steve, both of them stand, and the one to the right smiles brightly. He’s the first person you’ve seen that looks relaxed at the compound, wearing sweats and a t-shirt and an expression of genuine interest on his face.

“Captain,” he greets, but it’s more out of mock respect than a soldier-like salute, and even Steve’s eyes crinkle. You can tell their friendship goes a long way.  His brown eyes glance at you. His smile doesn’t waver, and it’s so contagious that you can’t hold back the smile that makes its way onto your lips.

If this is Barnes, then maybe training won’t be as bad as it sounds.

Your spare a glance at the person to his left, dressed in the same relaxing attire but looking nowhere near as calm. Every part of this man’s body language screams stress, from head to toe. Upon seeing you, his scowl deepens, and you drop your smile.

“Buck, you’re taking this round of training.”

The guy to the left grins and turns to you. “And I’m guessing she’s the one who needs training?”

Steve nods and you feel your erratic heartbeat slow down significantly. The warning that Steve had given you earlier disappears to the back of your head; the guy seems so chill and laidback, it’s a breather. You smile back, until–

“Oh man, good luck.”

The confusion must show on your face, because the guy turns to Mr. Scowls-A-Lot and claps him on the back. “Meet our resident Grinch, Bucky Barnes.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and Bucky glares at you, fingers curled into a fist. You want to ask him what put him in such a bad mood, but you’re not sure you’ll stay alive long enough to hear the answer.

“Can I talk to you for a moment, Steve?” Bucky’s jaw clenches and his face is slowly turning red. Even Steve, who seems to be in charge here, grimaces. With a sigh, he follows Bucky to the other corner of the room. You plop down onto the sofa.

“I’d say don’t worry but, I’d definitely worry.” You turn to the first guy, and he holds out his hand. “I’m Sam.”

“Y/N,” you shake it, then gesture to the duo in the corner, having a pretty heated conversation. “Is he always this…”

“Grumpy? Only on a good day.” When he sees your face pale even more, Sam laughs. “I’m just kidding. He takes some warming up to, but he’s not a bad guy.”

He repeats exactly what Steve had said, and for whatever reason, the words aren’t reassuring in the least. Bucky and Steve’s conversation seems to have escalated to loud whispers now, and you catch certain phrases here and there, “I don’t know… Nobody seems to… Can’t be trusted.”

The last one hits you hard, and you want to be angry, but Bucky’s right. You barely remember anything about yourself and you have supposed abilities that you’re pretty much in the dark about; even you can’t trust yourself.

The clock on the wall shows the time to be just past two in the morning, and just as the second hand makes its way around the face for the second time, Bucky walks up to you, fists clenched and breathing heavily through his nose.

“Meet me in the training room tomorrow morning. Six a.m. sharp.” He’s less than thrilled about the whole ordeal, and you can only match his level of discomfort.

As he storms out of the room, you throw your head back onto the couch and groan.

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Fighting Panic

Requested: I was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol


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“Stop, y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”

You swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”

“I’m not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.

“You’re always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.

“How could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.

You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.

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Alright. Phew. It’s been a looooooooooong time coming but @blackindiaink and I have finally gotten the first book in our first joint series ready enough to put out there for anyone who might be interested in reading something new!

The series is called PAPER DOLLS and we’re putting the first book up for $.99 on Amazon (we’re hoping to have a paperback version as well, for gifts and things, but that’s taking us a bit longer because of formatting issues). The story will be enrolled in KDP which means anyone who has a Amazon - Kindle Unlimited subscription will be able to read it for free

The main focus of the series is a romance between two original female queer characters.

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Pentagon Kinks (Maknae Line)


Ass: Everything about your ass turns Changgu on. He loves grabbing it, spanking it, rubbing it, holding it when you’re watching movies. Even through your jean pockets. If you’re out on a walk, his hand is there. He probably has pictures of you sleeping in just your panties on his phone that he angsty groans at while he’s away from you.

Hair Pulling: Changgu loves the reaction he gets from you when he pulls your hair back while his fucking your or just to get a kiss. He also loves the feeling of your hair between his fingers. He always starts at the base of your neck and moves upward into your hair. Changgu also loves it when you pull on his hair. Be it during oral or if you want to get his attention. If you want him to groan, pull his hair. If you want him to look at you but he’s been sucking his symbol on your shoulder, pull his hair. He’ll groan as he’s pulled away from your skin and meet your eyes.

Switching: OhMyGoD  Changgu is such a fucking switch! He can be Dom! at times but there is a needy little Sub! in there as well. Never (!) miss the opportunity to dominate him when it arrives. I don’t care if the other members are there. As soon as he starts to show you his needy side, pull him into a bedroom and tell him to be quiet. Then do everything you can to make him want to scream so he has to bite the pillows instead. If people aren’t around. play into it harder. Command him into a new position or push him onto your lips. Control every kiss. “Get on the bed.” Say that to him and then try not to shake when he answers: “Yes, Ma’am.”


Bottom: Bottom as in referring to the one receiving pleasures. Yanan would like this because it allows you to do whatever you want with his body and he gets to watch you move around him. He would also love the attention and without the burden of having to initiate the sexy moment, he would really be able to enjoy himself. 

Aftercare: Yanan is really big on Aftercare, both for you and for him. He wants to make sure that you’re okay with what just happened. Now, Yanan is a bit shy so talking in detail about what you two just did might make him a bit uncomfortable, so he’ll ask if you’re okay and you’ll ask him. Then he’ll go get you water and maybe a snack. You guys will cuddle and play with each others hair while you snack or re-hydrate.

Waist: Your waist is where Yanan gets down! He loves watching your waist when you walk, when you dance, or when your just standing away from him talking to someone else. He’ll come up behind you if you’re rocking to music in the kitchen, then he’ll place his hands on your waist before pulling you to his own waist to feel you move. He won’t verbally say that he fantasizes about your waist but it’ll become obvious. Yanan will hold your waist down while you’re having sex or bring it up to rub against his. He’ll suck so many marks on your waist, losing himself in your sides entirely. Tattooing your skin blue and purple. He might apologize for going too hard later but he’ll love the look of all his marks and will wait (impatiently) for them to go away so he can leave more. 


Phone/Texts: Yuto loves texting you. Even if it’s just about how much he misses you. He always wants to see you and will find no shame in sending and asking for pictures. He’ll text how beautiful you are and how much he wants to touch you. It won’t matter to him where either of you are, ever. He’d love for you to play into his kink by insinuating contact. Call him and tell him how horny you are and he’ll say a code work that means he wants you to touch yourself. He could be siting at the studio with his members or on a train alone. One arm holding himself, his legs crossed and his head leaning into the phone with a little smirk on his face. He’ll play the game of try not to get too noticeably hard right now. “Oh.” He’ll say with such a sexy brazen tone as you tell him how wet you are with the thought of him.

Spontaneous/Rough: This kink would takes a good bit to come out. Its more of a need then a request. If Yuto is say, really horny or you had teased him a lot, that’s when this kink would come out. He would come where ever you were, be it down the street or down the hall and either pull you against him or place you against the wall with a harsh breath or a low groan. Then he’ll whisper something to you before taking you right there and then like, “You know what you’ve you done.” or “I just need you now, baby.”

Handcuffs: Now this kink is for special occasions, but lucky for you; Yuto can be excitable. When he’s cuffed, he’ll prefer it just be one hand. This way he can pet your hair and touch you as he’d like. The restriction will add to the intensity of the moment. Especially if you’re giving him oral. He’ll pull on the chains as he moans and pushes his other hand into your hair before he comes. Now when you’re cuffed, completely different story. It could be one hand, it could be both. He may buy more cuffs to cuff your feet too, there’s no way to know. Just…Expect to be teased. A lot. 


Lap Dance/Strip Tease: Hyunggu loves the show and you’re his favorite actor. He would love watching you slowly undress yourself to his favorite playlist. Make sure you tease him though! Bring up your shirt over your breasts while you softly rock your hips and then let the shirt fall. This is important for the Foreplay. Hyunggu loves you teasing him with the sight of your body. He’ll groan as he watches you move, your clothes slowly coming off and if the songs change to something more risky, go with it. Straddle his lap or bend over in front of him. He loves the show of your body. Hyunggu would also strip for you and would get such a kick out of it if you asked him to dance. He would love the feeling of you wanting him to be at the center of attention. 

Biting: The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin as you try not to squirm but you’re silently screaming at the intense feeling would be such a highlight to every evening that Hyunggu was allowed to do so. He would also love for you to bite him, as hard as you can. On his chest, sides, shoulders. Where ever you were comfortable. He would generally choose your sides and if you wore something that would show it off a little the next day (!) he’d love that even more. It’s the thought that you’re walking around somewhere, marked by him and he’s where he his, owned by your mark.

Body Worship: The clock is never a problem with Hyunggu. He never feels like he’s timed, even if you’re trying to have a quickie. Hyunggu loves to be romantic and take his time with you. Telling you when ever he can how much he loves you and everything about you. Your hands, your sides, your waist, your sounds, your stomach, all of you. He loves seeing your body and watching it move over his as he tells you how beautiful you look just for him.


Records: Wooseok loves the sounds of your moaning, whining, and begging. So much so, that he’ll want to keep as many as he can and store them away until he needs them. He’ll make little podcasts out of your sex sessions so that when he’s on tour the only thing he’ll need is his headphones. Wooseok will also film little clips of you as he fills you from behind. He fucking loves the view he gets from anal, your back and hair and the sight of himself disappearing inside of you really fucks him up.

Strip Shows: Wooseok likes strip shows because it allows him to play with himself while you do it. He gets to watch his beautiful partner dance or teasingly take their clothes off while he can either, try to see how long he can last before pouncing on them or stroke his own heat in preparation for whats about to happen. He’ll either watch you with his face pushed against his hand or with his hand, tight around his cock. 

Food Play: Fuck Imagine Wooseok pushing his finger in honey and then running it in between your breast or just over the underside of them while he licks and bites his lips and then groaning in anticipation as he sucks the sweetness off of your skin and you suck the rest of the honey off of his finger. Or (!) You’re on your knees, sucking him off and then he grabs whipped cream and sprays it on his dick for you to clean up and he keeps doing this until you’re a mess and hes just loving every fucking second you whine around the cream.  

Miss you (lin x reader) lin sin

{A/N: i am a sinner a dirty..dirty sinner, i love lin, i respect him…i also respect the fact he makes a rain shower in my lady garden with those selfies, the ignition video, his work shop version of say no to this….his fucking face…..any who enjoy ya filthy sinners}

Lin sighed as he walked down the hotel hallway, the prep for hamilton chicago was incredible but exhausted him to no end, he missed his home, his bed….his dog…most of all he missed you, his girlfriend, he missed falling asleep with her on his chest, her crazy morning hair, her listening to him ramble. He missed her lips on his, the feel of her skin…

Lin sighed as he opened his door kicking it shut with his foot, tossing his hoodie to the chair, kicking his shoes of he undid his belt stripping down to his well worn in the heights shirt and black boxer briefs. He stretched as he set his laptop up, he had face timed you on his way home, you were in bed with tobi, he stayed on call with you until you had passed out listening to him sing in spanish, the sure fire trick to get you to sleep while he was away. You had told him of the email you sent him, a gift to show him you missed him, he laughed promising to look at it when he got in his room.

Now settled he scrolled through emails finally finding your address
‘Watch alone! I miss you daddy….’
Lin looked at the video, just a still image of you smiling, the bed behind you. Lin inhaled as he pressed pay seeing you fiddle for a second before noticing you were recording
“Hey linnie…i miss you…like so fucking much, but i tell you that, every call we have…but…daddy….you haven’t been here to take care of me…so let me show you how badly i miss you being here’ lin swallowed hard pausing to plug in his headphones, before hitting play again.

Lin watched you back up revealing you in his shirt, no pants, he bit his lip. Your hands moved to run down your body stopping at the hem of the shirt, slowly moving your hips as you slid the shirt up tossing it out of frame, revealing his favorite bra and pantie set you owned, he groaned feeling himself harden at the sight of you.

Slowly you sat back on the bed legs open as you slid your hand down lip in between your teeth
'Fuck, daddy just thinking of how hard you are right now….god i wish you could feel how wet i am thinking about it…’ Lin inhaled palming himself watching you, groaning as you ran your finger over your clothed slit moaning as you did, mouth open, breathing labored. He watched as you slipped your hand into your panties teasing yourself
'Fuck…daddy…its not the same…not like your fingers…rubbing me…hitting just the right spot…god…you…fuck’ he moaned freeing himself, stroking himself slowly watching you moan and pant as you touched your, what he knew was dripping, pussy.

He bit his lip as you laid back pulling your panties down, opening your legs for him, he moaned seeing you, open and visibly soaked. His hand going faster. he watched as you rubbed your clit moaning loudly as you rocked your hips against your hand, breaking his rules to tease him.

'Daddy….fuck…please…’ You gasped and moaned, imagining him there, his fingers instead of yours, he pumped his shaft quick as you inserted two fingers your moan causing him to buck his hips, the sounds you made for him made him crazy
'Fuck…daddy…please faster….please make me cum….i wanna cum so hard for you’ lin watched your fingers speed up, hips thrusting to match, your legs were shaking, moans filing his ears as his eyes shut imagining himself inside you, fucking you into the bed, nails scrapping down his back as you whimpered for him to fuck you faster. Lin was close, he could tell you were to by your moans and whimpers

'Fuck…daddy…i’m gonna cum…please….cum with me….fuck…i need your cum…’ Lin felt himself gasp as he listened to you scream his name your body spasming as you climaxed, fingers not stopping, fucking yourself through your orgasm like he would if he were there. Lin moaned out as he stroked himself feeling the warm liquid coat his hand as he came, stroking himself through his orgasm.

He gasped trying to catch his breath as he listened to you do the same. The video ended with you again

'Come home soon…i need my real daddy…not my fake one, i love you…so much….’ Once over lin cleaned his hand off, closing his laptop he flopped on the bed sending you a text before passing out

'When i get home, you are in trouble, baby girl knows she isn’t allowed to move when daddy fucks her….love you…’

Asthma Attack

Not requested, but this idea has been on my mind for a while because I think we all need worried, concerned boyfriend Shawn. Also who had asthma when they were younger or still have it?? 🙋🏻 I never had bad asthma attacks so sorry if this is inaccurate. Just focus on how adorable worried/protective Shawn is. 

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Shawn is spending the week in LA to do some writing so he asked you to come along so that you two could spend some time together and explore the city whenever he had time off. You agreed, but you didn’t realize until you were already in LA that it wasn’t a great idea because it made your asthma act up. When you were younger, you used to have really bad asthma. As you grew older, you grew out of it a bit, but you still have to deal with it and worry about it once in a while, but for the most part it doesn’t affect your everyday life.

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to fall in lust

“Noona, sleep with me.”

You startle at his words, the pen slipping out of your hands as you manage a feeble yelp. You turn to gawk at him. “What?

In which you really need to study for finals, but Jungkook really just wants to get laid and possibly get you as his girlfriend as well.

tags: college!au, oral sex

word count: 2,920

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Stop freaking.
You’re okay.

You are real.
You exist.
You are valid in existing.

You are not them.
They are not you.

Take a moment and think.

YOU are breathing.
YOU are here.
YOU are reading this.

I know it hurts right now, but you’re going to be okay.
I know it’s hard to breathe right now, but it’s going to be okay.

Close your eyes, breathe, count to ten.

You are going to be okay.
I promise, you’re going to be okay.

I promise.

Aya-Fay’s Masterlist


Victor Zsasz

  1. I knew you were trouble (Part I & Part II & Part III)
  2. It’s no good
  3. A Thousand Years
  4. Nothing left to say
  5. Talking bodies
  6. Happy birthday, my love
  7. The one that got away
  8. Torn between desires (Victor/OC/Jim)
  9. Danger
  10. Dangerous woman
  11. My demons
  12. The lost heart (Part IPart II & Part III)
  13. The Alarm
  14. No Angel (Part I)
  15. “I really wish I could hate you”
  16. “I don’t know whether to kiss you or punch you.”
  17. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
  18. “I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me.”
  19. “No, wait! This is my favourite song!”
  20. “Do you know how hard it is not to kiss you right now?”
  21. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” & “Take me home.” 
  22. “Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “Now there’s no way back from the things you’ve done.” 
  23. “I can hear your heart racing from here.” & “I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.” & “Are you mine?” 
  24. “Before you I had nothing to hold on to.” & “You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.” & “You’re filled with so much hatred.” 
  25. LaRouche (Part two on its way..)
  26. “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”
  27. “You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time.” 
  28. Sudden Interest 
  29. Broken Record
  30. Holding me back

Drabble series “Glowing”.

  1. “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”
  2. “You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time.” 
  3. “I no longer want to hide us.” & “I just wanna be yours.” & “Are you mine?”

Oswald Cobblepot

  1. There’s always price to pay
  2. She is my Lady
  3. Lies won’t make you any good
  4. “I thought you were dead.” 
  5. Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “Now there’s no way back from the things you’ve done.” 
  6. “This is not a game. You are falling to the point of no return.”

Edward Nygma

  1. Love’s heat
  2. “That’s the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” 
  3. Good call

Alfred Pennyworth

  1. Should we thank them?

Harvey Bullock

  1.  Exit wounds
  2. “Wait a minute, are you being nice to me? But it isn’t my birthday.”

Victor Fries

  1. Stages of Grief

Other stories

  1. Shattered
  2. “Do you need water? A snack? Maybe a hot bath…?”  (Jerome Valeska)
  3. “You’ll drink yourself to death!” (Sid)


Newt Scamander

  1. #1
  2. #2
  3. #3
  4. Lost on you
  5. Lost and found (Part II of Lost on you)
  6. Another Chance
  7. Couldn’t stop caring
  8. In the shadows
  9. Te Rog (Percival Graves x reader x Newt Scamander) Part I & II & III & IV
  10. Red as Fire
  11. Break the Silence. 
  12. “Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.” 
  13. “So… I did something that might have been a terrible idea…” & “Yeah. Okay. I screwed up. Now what do I do about it?” 
  14. You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.

Drabble series “Life’s puzzle pieces”.

  1. Life’s puzzle pieces
  2. The News
  3. Rescue us
  4. Revelation
  5. New Turn

Credence Barebone

  1. #1
  2. #2
  3. “No, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you.” & “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” 
  4. You’ve been granted three wishes

Percival Graves

  1. My true disaster
  2. Gentleman
  3. Too late
  4. Te Rog (Percival Graves x reader x Newt Scamander) Part I & II & III & IV 
  5. Blank Space
  6. “Can you stand the person you’ve become?” 
  7. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” “How can you say that someone is really bad when they do everything with a good heart?” 
  8. “Don’t try to pin this all on me. WE did this. You were involved.”

THE 100

John Murphy

  1. Good to go
  2. Good to go. Team up
  3. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

Bellamy Blake

  1. “How am I gonna be an optimist about this?


Bucky Barnes

  1. Devil’s Side



  1. “Just close your eyes and breathe.” & “You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.”
Marichat May Day 9: Bell Collar

“Do you like it?” Marinette bared her neck to reveal the black velvet choker featuring a small gold bell. She grinned and fluttered her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.

“It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Chat Noir purred, stalking towards her.

Marinette coughed, her face turning red. She ducked her head and stepped back. “Oh, uh, I thought you would just think it was funny.”

Chat Noir pressed two fingers to the bottom of her chin so she would have to look at him. “A beautiful girl wearing something to remind her of me? That’s sexy, Princess, not funny.”

“O-oh, okay,” she breathed.”Sexy is good too.”

“I agree,” he said, closing his eyes and leaning in. 

“If you like the choker so much, you would really like the underwear I have on right now,” Marinette whispered, their lips almost touching.

Chat Noir sputtered, pulling back before they could kiss. He tripped over his tail and landed hard on his butt on her bedroom floor.

Marinette blinked too-innocent eyes at him. “Was it something I said?” 


“How much eggnog did you have again?” You laughed before grabbing Harry’s mug and setting it on his desk. “Because I’m starting to think you’re drunk.”

With a thick swallow, Harrison flicked his glazed eyes to your face and held your gaze before pitching over his desk and bracing his palms flat against the surface as if the room was spinning and… Oh… He was drunk. That explained a lot considering he’d been far more talkative and physically affectionate than usual, which was surprising. But before Harrison had slipped away from the party to hide in his office and before you’d found out Joe had spiked the eggnog, you’d figured it was just his inner holiday spirit working its magic.

But no…

Stepping forward and sliding a hand over his shoulder, you asked, “You’re not about to throw up, right?”

Shaking his head in a way that made it look like he might have been thinking too hard, Harry lifted himself upright and snapped his stare back on you; making you feel smaller now that he was towering overhead with his icy eyes pinning you in place as his warm breath ghosted across your lips.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He slurred, his voice tumbling out in the form of a low growl as he tipped impossibly closer. “You’re so… Just so fucking pretty.” He stumbled forward a bit, automatically making your hands press flat against his chest to give him an anchor. And for the briefest moment, as if he was suddenly stone cold sober, he ripped himself away and shoved out a rough sigh… “You make it so hard to look away. I’ve never-you’re just incredible and I…” He stopped, his eyes falling to the ground for a split second before finding you once more and garbling out, “I saw you the other night… I saw everything and I just…”

You blinked, then… Cocking your head and furrowing your brow, you asked, “You what?”

“You were so… I didn’t mean to stare but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.” He rasped. “I just looked.”

With a flare of color shooting from your neck to the tips of your ears, you bit your lip and watched his gaze make a slow decent to your mouth before realizing exactly what he’d meant… You knew Harry was somewhere in the lab the other night when you’d stripped down to nothing but panties to change out of your work clothes and slip into something a little comfier for the ride home but you had no idea you’d put him in that position.

You probably should have been appalled at the thought of him watching you undress but for the strangest reason, with your heart thumping against your ribs, you couldn’t be bothered to give the slightest damn over it. It might have been unethical and you probably should have scolded him, drunk or not, but with his pretty blue stare fluttering lazily, you reached forward and curled your fingers into the dark fabric of his shirt before pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his. Teasing and slow, you whispered, “I would have watched you too.”

And with that, you were pulling away and moving toward the door to head back to the cortex and rejoin the party before shooting a smile over your shoulder that somehow managed to rob Harrison of his balance and make him hit ass-first against the desk as he watched you leave.

(X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine Harrison Confessing His Feelings for You While He’s Drunk*

Request: hey i know you aren’t taking requests right now (sorry i’m asking anyways) but this just popped into my head and i didn’t want to forget the concept. Could you possibly do an imagine where HR/Harry gets drunk at a christmas party and drunkly confesses he saw you getting changed in the lab one time and describes why he couldn’t look away? reader might already have a crush on hr/harry but finds it adorable/sexy to see him act like this?

A/N: At the time I wasn’t accepting more holiday requests but I REALLY liked this one SO I pushed a few things around in order to put this in the rotation. Also, sorry this one was so late! OH! And I chose Harry for this because we already saw HR drunk on the show and I just wanted to explore a different character. Hope that’s okay :)

Sleep in my sweater P4

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here

Pairing: Sam x reader 
Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader, mention of an unnamed driver 
Word count: 1255
Warnings: angst, gore, hurt!Sam, swearing
Summary: The reader wakes up and has to figure out how to save Sam
A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one, part 5 is coming soon! Also, this is officially the longest series I’ve written like whoa! Thanks for reading I hope you guys enjoy and comments/feedback are always appreciated:)<3
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Too Much Pressure

Hey angels!
This one is a bit shorter, hope you enjoy it anyway. Feedback is always appreciated. xx

Also, please note that my mother tongue isn’t English so there might be some mistakes. Feel free to correct me if I made mistakes!

Requested by @littlemisscaptainfandom: Could you do a fic with Reggie and the reader where he comforts her after she panics big time over exams because she is pretty useless at maths and has never failed anything in her life because people expect so much from her? (Sorry, this is pretty much my life right now) x

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader
Warnings: none I guess
Words: 825

It’s that time of year again where students are stressing themselves out; where some of them cry most of the time due stress; where some of them don’t do anything but sitting in their rooms, isolating themselves from the outside, and studying non-stop. It’s exams time. The horror of every student. Where others still enjoy their lives and meet up with their friends, I’m one of those people, who are just thinking about studying and good grades. School matters more than having a social life. It’s been like this my entire life.

Since I was little I’ve been taught that doing mistakes is unacceptable; that failing is unacceptable. Being any less than perfect would be a disappointment to my parents, so I work hard on not making mistakes, not even small ones. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I’m glad I have them, but sometimes it feels like they care more about our image than me as an individual.

That’s why I’m currently sitting in the library with dozens of textbooks in front of me, my eyes focused on the words and numbers. Math’s always been a weakness of mine. As hard as I try it seems like it’s impossible for me to memorize all these formulas. Slowly but surely I can feel the panic rise in me. There’s a heavy feeling in my chest when I think of how disappointed my parents will be when I fail this exam.

This can’t happen, I think to myself, Come on, Y/N, you can’t let them down. Taking a deep breath, I try to focus on the book, which is laying right in front of me. It doesn’t matter how hard I try, nothing in this book makes sense to me. The panic rises even more. My vision starts to get blurry, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll jump out of my chest. Even my mouth gets drier and drier each second that’s passing by. It’s getting harder to breathe, my throat’s closing itself. Not now, Y/N, hell will be loose. You have to keep going. The first tear escapes my eye, making its way down my cheek. Frustrated I wipe it away and sniffle. Dammit. Deep in my thoughts I don’t notice how someone sits down beside me.

A hand on my shoulder pulls me out of my own world. “Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?”, a familiar deep voice asks me. I look to my left. Reggie. A small smile forms on my face. Despise what most people might think Reggie has always been nothing but friendly to me. I can’t say how and when but we became friends a while ago. Honestly, he’s the only one who I can rely on. He’s been there for me when no one else was. We share most secrets with one another. Of course, I’m not a fan of his behavior towards some persons, but I’m trying to change that.

“Yeah,” I say quietly. He raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing me. “What is it? You know, you can talk to me.” I sigh and look at my hands, which are playing with the hem of my shirt. “I don’t get this stuff,” I murmur, gesturing to the books. I take a deep breath, before continuing to speak, “How should I meet everyone’s expectations when I can’t even get the simplest things?” I swallow hard as I think of letting everyone down. Tears making their way out of my eyes, leaving wet marks on my cheeks. “No one’s expecting things from you,” he softly says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “You don’t know my parents. For them is failing a tragic. For most parents it’s okay if their kids make mistakes. But not for mine. If you make one, you’re a loser, a failure, a disappointment.”

“I can’t disappoint them, they will hate me,” I sniffle, leaning in on Reggie. His grip tightens, giving me a secure feeling. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you, but first of all you need to get your mind off,” he smiles, wiping my tears away and pressing a light kiss on my temple. “Reggie, didn’t you hear what I said I-” The boy cuts me off, “I know, I know. But you can’t sit inside and studying your ass off all day. Once in a while you gotta have fun” I open my mouth to protest but before I could say anything, I get cut off, again. “No buts.” I sigh, but can’t help the smile that forms on my face. “Thank you, Reg. You really are my hero,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “Anything for my favorite girl.” He presses another kiss on my temple. The smile on my face gets bigger. I’m grateful for having a person like him in my life, who supports me and accepts me for my imperfect self, not wanting to change me.

The Lesser of Two Evils - Part 3

Original request: I was messaged with a great idea from @avengersrulez1536 where the reader is Regina’s sister. Although she is nicer than her she is just as evil as Peter Pan….someone who she is about to come face to face with. Oh and she is a pirate! :D 

This is Part 3 for you all! I’m not 100% sure on whether to end it here or if you would like me to do another chapter (that gets a little more smutty) sooooo let me know!

Peter Pan x EvilPirate!Reader

Words: 2033

Warnings: Violence, dark behaviour and sexual advances.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

So….he was going to continue playing this little game of his was he despite you showing some of the power you held inside of you? That’s fine, you will go along with it for now, but he was going to end up regretting it. You were determined to make that so. A snarl edged up onto your lips as you felt the suffocating presence of the shadows once more but before you turned your attentions to them you wanted to say one last thing to the demon of a boy still on the floor before you.

“I suggest you stay out of my way while I deal with these little pests of yours otherwise the next time my magic finds its way towards you it won’t be your arse hurting…it will be that pretty little face of yours.”

The image of wiping that smug little smirk right off his face was more than enough to have you feeling a little smug – although that didn’t last very long when he decided to pipe up once again….he really did seem to like the sound of his own voice.

“So, you think I’m pretty huh?”

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Rey woke up in an empty bed. Hands searching her lover’s side of the bed but he wasn’t there. She got up on one of her elbows to turn and look behind her. The room was illuminated only by the star light streaming through the view-port. He was standing there by the large floor to ceiling window. Legs parted, hands clasped behind, his back facing her and their bed.

The stars are moving but they are not in hyperspace. The destroyer is slowly orbiting the planetary system below. A blue green planet of mass population. Mostly people without consequence, simple traders, merchant and farmers. It’s a First Order world. And they are currently restocking their supplies and changing personnel before jumping into hyperspace towards their destination.

“Kylo?” Rey croaked out, voice rough from sleep.

“Yes, love?” he said without turning back. The tense muscles of his back visibly relaxed a little, hands dropping on his sides.

“Why are you not in bed? What happened?” Rey said now fully sitting up on their bed.

“I feel a disturbance in the force. Like something is about to happen.” Kylo replied. Still facing the view port.

Rey pulled her legs out from under the covers, and placed them on the cold black floor of their quarters. Still sitting in bed, she placed her elbows on her knees and leaned forward.

“Is that good or bad?” she said, tracing her lips with her thumbs and looking up at his back.

“It depends on your definition of those words, sweetheart,” he said head slightly turned to one side.

Rey could see his sharp profile, shadowed by the star light coming from behind him through the viewport. He was beautiful even in the dim light and Rey wanted him back in her arms.

She got up and padded towards him stopping at an arm’s length away.

“What I meant was is it good or bad for us?” she reached out with her hand placed them on his back, right between his shoulder blades. She felt him shiver a little and that filled her with pride. Even after all these years together, she still affected him like that.

“It’s the weapon. They are charging it again. And you know the next target,” Kylo said, his breathing a bit rugged as Rey started to run her fingers lightly down his spine. She reached down to his tailbone and came back up again.

“Yes, I do know. Why? Do you regret it?” she stepped closer. Burying her face on his back, and reaching around to place one hand over his heart. Her body was now flushed against his. Her bare nipples, hard and bushing against the rough, scarred surface of his bare back.

She could feel his heart beating faster than usual.

“It will be the end of them if the intel we gathered is correct. The weapon will take out a whole planetary system and wipe out the last remnants of my mother’s foolish rebellion,” Kylo whispered.

Rey’s other hand was tracing his chest. Moving down his muscular torso, over his belly, down to his rapidly hardening member. She runs her fingers over his length, teasing but not touching it properly.

“But I asked do you regret it, my love?” Rey whispered against his ears, standing on her tiptoes, breath hot against his skin. She placed a opened mouth kiss on his neck right below his ear as she wrapped her tiny hand around his hard cock.

Kylo’s heart was now beating very fast, almost as if it’s trying to escape from its cage. Rey’s hand over his chest curled into claws, nails digging in his flesh.

Kylo turned his face toward her to look at her face over his shoulder. His eyes were dark as they met her yellow eyes, filled with desire, like he would devour her if he could. Rey couldn’t blame him, she felt the same, her fist tightened as she started moving it up and down his length, just the right amount of pressure that she knows he likes.

“No. I regret nothing,” Kylo managed to breathe out.

Rey leaned up, hand reaching behind his neck, fingers tightening in his hair. She brought her lips just a breath away from his soft pillowy ones. And said, “Good, because you made your choice already,” before claiming his lips in a hungry and passionate kiss.

This came out of nowhere, one moment i was angrily brushing my teeth, next I was writing this down. Should I continue this? Or just leave it as it is?

Thanks again to my amazing beta, @ns0241, she is my rock.

Available Updates: Read Scene Two Scene Three

elijahfeathers  asked:

Please for the love of god "Are you throwing rocks?" something with Hawke I don't even care what.

Hawke couldn’t take it anymore, and so he went outside – out into the gardens of the Amell mansion, where the hard slick press of the Kirkwall summer sun had him sweating in moments. He grabbed a shovel as he walked.

Hawke had been slowly working in the back corner for quite some time, clearing out the remains of what had once been a fountain, but now was an irreparable pile of overgrown rubble. He stuck his shovel into the ground, and shoved his foot against it, forcing it in deep.

His mind took itself in circles around the problem he was trying to avoid thinking about.

When Hawke was upset, he worked. He was a large man, and a powerful mage, and he did not want to allow his anger to train itself into violence – so instead of training with his staff or his spells or even a straw-stuffed punching bag, he worked. He wanted exhaustion in his limbs and sweat in his eyes. He wanted to reach that sweet point where his brain turned off and his anger numbed and he was free. He wanted to work out his frustration, and put himself as far from his problems as he could, until he was calmer, and better able to think things through.

The shovel hit a root, and he snarled as he jabbed at it, trying without success to cut through with the tool. The events of the afternoon kept running through his mind, and he jabbed with a little more force. The shovel head caught in the root, and the handle broke. With something that was nearly a scream of frustration, Hawke through the handle away and fell to his knees in the dirt, plunging his big hands into the hole as if he would choke the life out of the damned root instead.

He managed to work the shovel head loose, and threw it away, then continued to tear at the root. He snarled, ripped it, finally, from its moorings, and chunked it as far as he could.

“Are you throwing rocks?”

Hawke sat up quickly, guiltily. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving. He sat back on his heels, and looked at Aveline.

“Roots, actually,” he said. His voice was hard. He grimaced. “I’m…gardening.”

She looked at the ruined fountain, then at the hole Hawke had dug. She said, slowly, “Pretty,” and Hawke snorted.

“Right,” he said, “Well, now that your curiosity is sated…” Hawke began to return to his work.

“Your brother is a tit, Hawke. This is not new news.”

Hawke sat back again, and looked at Aveline once more. He considered lying.

“Running into Carver was just the icing on the shit cake of my day,” he said, as she came to squat in the dirt beside him.

“Shit cake?” she repeated.

Hawke took a breath. His hands were shaking. He sat down, hard, in the dirt, his wrists resting on his knees, and his eyes on the fountain. It wasn’t going to be easy to say out loud. Aveline was one of the few people in his life who wouldn’t rest until he did.

“I – overstepped – with Fenris. Again. I almost…” Hawke cut himself off with a frustrated sound, and pushed his hands through his hair. He took stock of what he was about to say. It wouldn’t be fair to say too much. He made himself speak slowly. “I don’t know why it’s so hard for me,” he said. “I want to respect his boundaries. Then I – forget myself. He’s going to end up hating me.”

“Fenris couldn’t hate you if he tried.”

Hawke shook his head. He could see him clearly, that morning in the Hanged Man. Fenris was still wearing the red band, and he’d been smiling and at ease. Hawke forgot himself, reaching for him. His fingers brushed his cheek, and the warmth fled Fenris’s eyes, became something like panic.He’d jerked away as if Hawke’s touch burned.

“I need to let him go,” he said. But every day he saw him with that splash of red at his wrist, he lost all of his determination. How could he give up when there was still hope? He couldn’t help but to think – maybe today will be the day things will go back to the way they were. He didn’t want to give him up.

“Fenris doesn’t hate you,” Aveline said, firmly. “Who do you think asked me to come check on you?”

Hawke looked to her at last. He didn’t answer – didn’t quite believe what she was saying could be true.

Aveline patted his shoulder and rose. “We should take a sledge hammer to that fountain,” she said.

Murdoc X Reader: Is Love Even Real?

Word count: 7051
Summary: You catch Murdoc taking his anger out on 2D, so you snap and beat Murdoc in rage. You seclude yourself in your bedroom with some beer to wash away old memories of your past that are coming back to haunt you. That leads to a drunken confession by you.
Warnings: Violence, use of alcohol, talk of abuse/murder, smut, angst

PS: the reader’s back story is based on that of my Gorillaz OC.


You laid in your low-rise bed with your head resting against your arm. Your eyes were on the screen of the computer that sat at your feet so that you could watch the movie that you were playing. The usual horror movie that others could catch you watching. Mixed with the screams and yells of the victims to the killer of the slasher, you could hear the faint noise of rather loud yelling. You raised an eyebrow and sat up. You knew it couldn’t be from the film because it just didn’t match up the scene that was playing. You reached over and pressed the spacebar so that the movie would pause, allowing you to hear the commotion a bit better.

And again with the arguing. It came from the room just below your room. The downstairs hallway. The voices were muffled but you were able to make them out to be an arguing Murdoc and 2D. You let out a sigh and hopped off of the bed. You left your room and made your way for downstairs, jogging as you descended the flight of stairs. The yelling became louder in your ears as you grew closer to the source. You stopped for a moment at the corner just before the hall but finally manned up and turned it.

To your surprise, you watched as a fist colliding with 2D’s light face to force him to the ground. Murdoc stood over him with his right fist tightened. “I thought I told you to shut up about that, Faceache,” he claimed in a low voice. You saw 2D sitting himself up and rub his now reddened face, hinting to it hurting. The blow did sound like it caused quite a bit of pain for him. “are you going to keep it just between us now?” 2D nodded in answer.

You felt your right fist tighten in annoyance. “Murdoc!” You barked in their direction for both to turn their heads to view you. You made your way for them and stopped so you could see between the two, but you sent a glare in Murdoc’s direction. “Why the fuck are you hitting him again? I thought I told you to stop!” You had caught him a few other time and demanded he stop but yet he still went through with it, no matter how many times you’d plead against it.

“Well,” he huffed, a small smirk forming upon his face. “who’s to say that I’ve got to listen to you?” he pointed at you, annoyance written all over his face. He shifted his body so that he was completely facing you. He walked to become face to face with you, leaving a slightly pained 2D behind him. He held his hand up close to you face, not even a hand’s length away from it. “ah, perhaps you’re in love with ol’ Faceache.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment. You? In love with 2D? He was a great friend and all but your feelings towards him didn’t reach far beyond just that. Instead, You held some for a different person. The taller man standing right before you. As much as his actions towards 2D, his tendency to get in deep with the girls, as well as the fact that he was completely oblivious to my opinions about him pissed you off, he overall wasn’t a terrible guy; he just had a few major flaws about him. “Yeah, how ‘bout no.”

“Then what is it?”

"I just don’t think it’s right for you to be doing that to a band member. I thought we were all supposed to be friends here, Muds,” You told him, plain and simple. You believed that you were supposed to respect your fellow musicians. But the way he was going it was made it pretty obvious that you didn’t see eye to eye on that. “like I said, stop. Hitting. 2D,” You demanded in a more serious tone.

"Maybe if he’d stop pissing me off-” he began to say, but without thinking you brought your foot up and kicked him in the shin. He let out a small groan from the pain. You used your left hand to grab his neck and pushed him backwards so that he fell onto his back. You kept a strong grip around his neck as you held him down by his neck, refusing to let go. “what in sweet Satan was that for?!” He exclaimed, his hands gripping your single one on his neck.

You stared him in the eyes sharply. “I’ve told you time and time again not to fucking hit 2D,” you still held the grip. You could feel him struggling for a breath but that didn’t mean you were willing to get go. No, you were overly pissed at him and the rage just happened to let itself out of its cage, and there was no stopping it at that point. You could see the quick surprise in his eyes accompanied by an odd hint of slight satisfaction. “got that?”

"Now come on, Love,” he tried letting out under his hard time breathing. You tightened your grip and let your right fist come into contact with his face. He coughed a little. And you hit him again a few times. “just stop and I’ll refrain from-” again with the punch. Again. And again. By the time you stopped yourself, he had choked up some of his blood, to which some ended up on your easily bruising knuckle.
You didn’t care.

"You listen to me. Abuse is something I don’t take very lightly. I’m not really phased by it anymore but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go around and do it to someone else,” you had been victim to abuse from my own mother since you were young, so you hated seeing others being beat up like you. Even the smallest punch got on your nerves. You took a final punch at his nose and heard bones cracking as it met with your hand. You let go of his neck and went to grab his collar with my hand instead. “don’t do it again or you might just end up like my mom. And you won’t live to tell that story!” You slammed his head against the ground and backed away from him, still clearly pissed.

He held his now bleeding nose and stared up at you with a slightly softened expression that was shocked rather than angered. It was as if he couldn’t believe it or take in what you had said to him. you had never been one to get pissed like that but you could just feel it racing through your body. Maybe it was evident in your eyes. “Yeah, that’s right,” you nodded to his unbirthed question. “I never told you about that part of my past. I’ve got blood on my hands and I got away with it. And I’m not afraid to do it again if I really need to.”

You had revealed only some of your past to the others. They knew about the fact that you had run away from home. That you had stolen a handful of things. That you had a rocky relationship with your parents and especially with your own mother. Though, what you never informed them about was the abuse, both the physical and emotional abuse. Or that you even ended up killing her out of pure rage and anger from defence. All the years that you had known them, from 2000 through 2004, a whole five years, you’d managed to keep it from each and every one of them.

You cracked your right index finger with my thumb and started to walk away. “I never-” he began to say, but failed to finish his words. You didn’t care though because you didn’t want to hear anything that he had to say.

"Don’t even bother,” You spat. “just don’t do it again,” you finished. You walked passed 2D and traded eye contact with him while you did. “I’m sorry about that,” you told him before stomping back up the stairs. You slammed my door behind you, hearing the loud noise. You stood there for a moment, feeling the rage still flowing throughout my entire body. You couldn’t believe that he still did it, hit 2D. You wished that you could just knock some sense into him but knew that it’d be a really hard task to accomplish. “he is such a fucking stupid ass shit bastard!” you yelled to yourself, grabbing the closest thing to you, a slightly filled beer bottle, and chucked it at the wall.

The beer covered the wall as it shattered against the wall. The crashing noise filled the room and ended when the shards smashed to the ground below. Your light gray wall was now stained a tanish color from the alcoholic beverage. You froze when you heard a small knock on the door. You sighed and walked over, a little hesitant to open it. You did after a few seconds. You expected either 2D or even Murdoc to be standing on the opposite side but instead, stood Noodle. She looked concerned yet very curious. “Are you okay?” She questioned you, looking up from below.

You gripped the doorframe stronger than you already was. “I really don’t know,” you bit your lip to feel it begin to sting. “I’m just pissed off right now, that’s all.”

"I heard the arguing,” the younger girl admitted to you. “you beat up Murdoc pretty bad.”

You laughed in amusement. “Good, the bastard deserved it,” as much as you got a kick out of it, you felt bad. You cared about him, more than anyone would understand or you’d let myself to reveal. Yet, you had gone all out and beat him up. You was just so angry about what he was doing to 2D and he didn’t seem to understand where it came from. You really didn’t take abuse lightly whether it be towards yourself or someone else. Though the rush of hitting him relieved some of your heightening anger. “but yeah, I’m sorry.”

"Why are you sorry?” She wondered. You ended up letting Noodle come into your room to where you two sat near each other on your small couch. “you might have gone a bit far, but you did what you thought you had to do,” you understood where she was coming from with her words. you agreed that you went to far which was the reason why I felt bad. “but what was with all of that anger?”

You sat silent for a bit, contemplating a suitable answer for your friend. It was a lot of things. You hated the abuse toward 2D. You hated the fact that Murdoc was being a bitch to you when you spoke. How it felt good to land a few punches on him. On other notes, how he had always been one to seek out attention from multiple women, who he’d hook up with for a night. And the couple of times he tried to with you, you’d just rejected him big time. But by the time you realized you actually cared about him in a different way than you did towards any of the others, he had stopped trying and you didn’t have the guts to make a move yourself.

He was just oh so oblivious to the truth behind your feelings. He may not have noticed but he had seemed to be playing with said feelings time after time. “I’m just pissed, okay?” you finally looked over at her to see that all of her attention was on what you had to say. “I’m pissed at Murdoc for a few things and I’ve never manned up to rant about them,” you sat back in your seat and let your arms rest against the headrest. “I know you’re young and all, so I get that you wouldn’t fully understand it. I mean, come on, you’re not even eighteen yet.”

"You can always rant to me,” she offered with a small, warm smile upon her face. You got up from your seat and grabbed a couple of new and unopened bottles of beer from on your floor near the door. You brought them back over to the couch and put them on top of a side table next to it, keeping one in hand while taking a bottle opener. You used it to open it and tossed it back onto the table with the other bottle. You took a quick sip of the drink, keeping your eyes on Noodle. “you always help me with my problems so let me help you with yours.”

"Thanks Noodle, I appreciate it,” you couldn’t help but smile behind the bottle, adding a small chuckle along with it. You took another longer sip of the beer. “but I just want to be alone right now, is that okay? I just want some time to think about some stuff,” You actually wanted to be alone. You didn’t want to spill any of it out on anyone until you even got all of my thoughts straightens out with yourself. She nodded in agreement and hopped off of the couch. You followed her back to the door with the beer still in hand. You opened it and let her out. “I’ll see you in the morning,” it was already getting late and you’d already ate dinner so you didn’t plan on doing anything else.

You looked out to watch her go back down the hall to do who knows what, and saw something you hoping you wouldn’t see. Murdoc. You glared at him and tried to go back in the room and were stopped but a “hey, wait just a second,” you let out a sigh and stood for a moment. He jogged so be was closer to you. Only feet away. “I’m kinda sorry about earlier.”

"An apology isn’t going to cut it this time, Murdoc,” I told him and saw him look down at my beer.

"Maybe we could talk about it over a beer or two?”
You stared at him in they eyes for a good few seconds and bit my lip. “I’m sorry, but no. I’m still pissed at you. You’ve pissed me off about a handful of things and I kinda don’t wanna talk to you at the moment. Just go and hook up with another women to fuck with one like you always do or whatever,” You slammed the door in his face, even locking it behind you. You didn’t want to see him, you were just that pissed. You wouldn’t find it hard to believe if he actually did do that. You heard him trying to say something else and you kicked at the wooden door. “like I said, go the fuck away!”

You stood just before the couch and chugged down the beer you were drinking before throwing it at the door. You got another one out and plopped back down onto the seat. You stared at the door, wondering if he was still there. You didn’t want him to be. You took another sip and embraced the cool sensation as it poured down your throat. Your elbows were on your knees. You took the time to think and in the midst of your thoughts, the things you didn’t want to remember slowly escaped your mind. You had always tried to cage in the old memories of your past in but they had found their way out.

The harsh words your mother would say to you every day. The pain that had filled your body as she would proceed to beat you. Your neglectful father never understanding or even realizing the problem. Then the day you snapped, the first time you had went off on someone. I brought the book to your mother’s skull and smashed it in. You whacked her over and over again until you could see her brains all over the book and floor. At the moment it didn’t phase you as to what you had done. You just wrapped the weapon you had used to murder her in a small cloth and put it in a bag.

You gathered up all the things you could fit in a large duffle bag as well as taken all of your family money. The entire 30,000. You always thought that your father was an idiot for keeping every penny he had in the house. But at the moment, you was glad because you could get away with it. You threw the bloody book in a dumpster behind an old Chinese Restaurant and left it there. You escaped the town you had grown up to call home. You expected them to eventually catch on to you, considering the fact that my mother would be found dead and you’d be considered missing. You booked your ass a flight to England which became your home from then on.

You really did have blood on you hands and it scared you that it didn’t actually phase you to have killed someone. You guessed it was because of who it was. You had endured enough trauma to not even be scared by it. You hadn’t ever told anyone about it until then. It felt both good and bad to have gotten it off of your chest. It was even able to lead you to have a few more drinks than I normally did. “Damn it, I’m out,” I complained to myself and looked at the empty bottles laying next to the couch, scatter across the floor. Three. “h-holy fuck. That’s a whole half of a package of beer right there,” you smirked to yourself. “new record,” you had never drank that much at one time. You was probably drunk but you didn’t seem to care at the moment.

You rounded them all up and walked to your door to unlock it. And looked down the hallway to see they it was completely empty and lit by only a single dim light. You made your way for the kitchen on the floor below that some of the bedrooms were on. You clumsily walked down the stairs, almost ending up falling down them once or twice. Eventually you got to the kitchen in search for the fridge. You just threw the bottles on the ground near the trash and heard them all shatter as they smashed to the hardwood floor. You opened the fridge and found another full container of beer. “Yes!” You smirked a bit. “j-just what I need,” you took it out and turned around to see someone suddenly. “oh shit!”

"Are you drunk?” He asked. It was Murdoc out of all people. He looked a the case of beer in your hands and the awkward smirk upon your face. “how many of those have you had tonight?”

"Oh,” I chuckled and hiccuped once. “maybe about three or four. I don’t know I lost count after the second one because I was too busy contemplating about a bunch of shit,” you laughed again and tried walking passed him but he stopped you by grabbing your upper arm. “h-hey, don’t touch me,” you pulled away from him and pointed to yourself with your free hand. “yeah, it should be the other way around. I’m the cooler one in the room so I should get to do it to you! You,” you hiccuped again “you understand that, Muds?”

He signed and tried to take the case of beer away from you but you moved it from his grasp. “Really, you’ve had one too many. Even I don’t consume that many at once this late at night,” he tried again and actually succeeded on the second attempt. He put it on top of the silver fridge where he knew you could never reach it without the aid of a chair from the kitchen table. “now come on, you’re going to bed,” he grabbed your wrist.

You slapped his hand away and he let go. “I don’t need to listen to you. Maybe I just wanna have a little fun,” you failed to reach the beers again. You jumped when he wrapped his hand around your waist and threw you over his shoulder. “hey, put me down!” You swiped your hands around and accidentally knocked over the beers. They spilt all over the floor below us. “h-hey, I’m being serious here!”

"I’m sorry Love, but I hate to see you like this. You’re going to bed whether you like it or not!” You tried fighting him but he was too strong for you to escape. He finally brought you to your room and put you down on my bed. You immediately shot up and jumped at him but he moved to the side to avoid it. “listen to me, you’re not having any more beer.”

"You’re just pissing me off so much,” you told him while now standing in place. “first you’re saying how you don’t have to listen to me and now you’re telling me to listen to you?” you let out yet another awkward laugh. Who was he to be a hypocrite like that? Last time you checked, according to him, no one ran anything around Kong Studios. “just another thing to add onto the shortlist of things that piss me off about you,” he raised an eyebrow. You laughed again. “you’re a cool guy, yeah. But I hate how you hit 2D like you do. Maybe one of these days I’ll get into the habit of doing the same to you and see how you like it, love,” you emphasized the love part to serve as a bit of a mocking thing towards him.

"Woah,” he brought up his hands in front of him to keep you away from him. “just calm down.”

"Eh, calm down?” You started to walk closer to him as he backed away from you carefully, keeping his hands up. “how do I calm down when you’re here? No, you know what? While we’re alone, let me rant about exactly why I’m pissed off at you,” you still had a good list to say off to him. “first off, you’ve slowly triggered the horrible memories of my past. A big reason why I’ve drank this much tonight: to drown the thoughts away. Second, you’re always hooking up with damn women and then throwing them away the next day.”

That’s probably what got on your nerve more than anything else. He was a perfectly good person and he could easily get himself a girl for a long term relationship. So why waste it on prostitutes and desperate groupies? I mean, you had even taken time to know him and gained interest yourself. Your situation was different because all of the fans only knew him from what he let people believe. “Why would you care about that?” He questioned you. “it’s not like it hurts you or anything.”

"Oh, doesn’t it?” It kind of did, actually. And that just added to the proof that he was oblivious about it all. “of fucking course it does!” you stumbled over to where he was and wrapped your right arm around his shoulder. You flashed a smirk his way and pointed to him with your free hand. “you know, at first I didn’t know what to think of you. And I thought it was pretty damn annoying how you kept hitting on me and all that shit. But in all honestly, after a while when you stopped, I’ve kinda missed it. Hard to believe it, right?” you laughed at your own statement. You pulled him closer so that the top of your heads were touching. “go ahead, call me crazy. Sometimes I feel as if I really am because of how jealous I am towards all those girls.”

He raised an eyebrow again. “Eh, Love, for sure that’s just the drunk you talking,” he tried nudging his way out of your grasp but you just wouldn’t let go of him. “I’ll at least respect your space because you’re one of the only sane ones here, other than Noodle.”

"Oh come on, Muds!” You tried, changing the position of my arm around him. “I’m being serious here. Maybe it just took me a little too,” you emphasized your word. “long for me to realize that deep down I really do have the hots for you. You’re chill. You look pretty badass playing your bass. If I could say, you look totally hot. Haha, yeah. I think it’s the hair. It really complements your face. And your face complements the rest of you,” You used youe free hand to gesture to the whole part of his body. “and so on. Know what I mean? Call me drunk but this is just coming from deep down inside,” You pointed to where your heart was.

"You’re the affectionate kind of drunk I see,” he laughed but finally was able to escape your wrapped arm around his shoulders. He took a step back and you could see a small smile was formed on his face. “how about this: once you’re actually sobered up a little, we talk about this? I know that that you wouldn’t appreciate that even if I did try making a move now, you’d be pissed. So I’ll wait till then. You just get some sleep, deal?”

You smiled myself. “Y-Yeah, sure,” you hiccuped once again. “I-it’s a deal,” you were actually glad that he wasn’t totally pissed at you. You pulled him closer to me by his shirt, bring his face right next to yours and looking right into his dark eyes. “but tomorrow, you, me, and some more beer. Or something like that. Whatever it is you normally do. Now if I’m gonna sleep, you’re gonna have to go,” you pushed him to your door and looked out as he turned around, his smirk a little wide.

"Well if this is all true, I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he winked at you and started for his own room. You closed my door and smiled like an idiot to yourself. You plopped into the bed to look up at the ceiling. Things has just happened to fast. You weren’t completely drunk so you assumed you’d remember a good portion of it when you sobered up a bit. But damn it was a wild ride! Soon after, you managed to black out and catch up on some sleep.


You woke up with a splitting headache that ceased to get any better. You were quick to realize that you were hanging off of the side of the bed at the foot of it. Your head was on the floor since it was a low rise bed. You rolled over in an attempt to sit up properly but just ended up falling off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. You pushed yourself up with your hands and finally stood up. You rubbed my aching head. “What the hell happened?” you asked myself, not sure of the easily satisfying answer.

You remembered seeing Murdoc punch 2D and hitting him myself. You punched him enough to somehow to make him bleed. Then you went into your room with a beer. “Oh, well shit,” you realized that you just have gotten drunk. How many beers did you even drink? You knew it had to be quite a few because you didn’t normally get drunk. You had to have at least three for it to happen. You noticed that the sheets and pillows were all over the place but you shrugged it off, stretching your arms behind your back and let out a soft sigh when they fell to your sides.

You walked over to look at yourself in the mirror to see that you was still wearing the clothes from the day before. Black shorts with a Gray tank top. You were only in my socks. And your hair was a slight mess so you ran a hand through it until it looked half decent. Since you were getting hungry - you skipped dinner the night before - I decided to make your way for the kitchen. The halls were quiet and lifeless, especially when you reached the downstairs. You looked around the kitchen to raise an eyebrow. There was glass and beer on the floor near both the trash and the fridge.

You knelt down by the mess next to the trash and observed it to be dry. They were empty bottles which hinted to you that they were the ones that you drank. “three, huh? New record,” you commented. You stood back up and glanced over your shoulder at the other pile of bottle shards, which were mostly still in their original container. You approached the fridge and opened it to start shifting through the various food items that were stored in it. Your arm rested on the door as you moved stuff around with your free hand.

You jumped a little when you felt someone grabbing your wrist of the hand on the door. You looked to see a familiar hand gripping it. “Hey, what the hell Muds?” your eyes darted to his, which were already sharp on you. “is this about yesterday? Because it that’s the case, I’m sorry,” You actually did feel bad for hitting him like you did. You kind of went too far, in your opinion. He may not have felt that when he did it towards 2D those number of times but that didn’t stop you from feeling it. He ceased from letting go of your arm.

"I want to talk,” he said without hesitation and pulled you away from the fridge, slamming the door closed. He was dragging you along with him as he made his way for the elevator on the floor you two were on. You walked in with him and he pressed the button to take us down to the garage. You raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, what the hell is this about?” You asked him when he let go of you, and crossed your arms across your chest.

"I can see that you forgot what you did when you went ahead and got drunk last night.”
You stiffened and couldn’t help but bite my lower lip. So you did something drunk last night? You weren’t sure if you wanted to know what it was but by the look on his face, it was certainly on the serious side. He wouldn’t be dragging you down to the garage where he knew that no one else would be. Everyone besides him rarely went down there unless it was to use one of the cars or to see him. “Wait, was it like… Something bad? Holy shit, it was wasn’t it?” You began to feel even worse about it.

"No,” He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “not at all,” you heard the elevator ding and the doors to it opened, letting you feel the soft sensation of the cold garage air. Though, you could still feel yourself sweating out of nervousness. You weren’t sure what to expect to come from him. And the fact that he brought you down there made it worse. You never knew him to let any of us down there unless it for was a good and legitimate reason. “I just want to clear something up, that’s all.”

You let out a short sigh. “Alright, what did I do?”

"Not do but rather said,” we left the elevator and it closed behind us. You walked beside him to his living space, his trailer. The one and only Winnebago. You eyed the sign on his door that had F Off written on it in bold, red letters. You always got a kick out of that, in all honesty. Once you stepped in the scent of beer and, odd enough, flowers hit your nose. You could never understand why he chose to have a flower scented incense. It seemed out of his element. You guessed that it was to try to cover up the other, less appealing smells. It didn’t do the best job but it worked well enough for you. “feel free to grab something from the fridge and have a seat.”

You nodded in acceptance. “Alright,” you decided to skip the fridge and sat at a chair across from his small couch. You sat back in it and felt it lean back as you did. You crossed your right leg over the left one. “okay, now talk. Don’t hold back on telling me anything. I wanna know everything.”

"Well,” he began to speak. “I’ll start off by saying that I’m actually quite surprised to see that you’re the affectionate kind of drunk,” and you knew right then and there that the other things he had to say wouldn’t be any good. You also thought that you didn’t remember he ever seeing you get drunk in the past. “but anyways, a drunk you said a certain thing they peaked my interested and I just wanted to confirm that it was true. Is it true that you’re jealous?”

You could feel yourself biting your lip. You knew where it was going. “O-of what exactly?”

"You should know this,” He chuckled, sitting forward and pointing at you. “all of the ladies that come in and out of here,” you sighed and rubbed your chin a bit awkwardly. He was right, you were. Very much actually and you couldn’t deny it as much as you wanted to. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip and squeeze one of your fingers with my thumb. “that true, by any chance?”

You took a deep breath and stood up to stop right in front of him. He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. You grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up so that he was standing as well. You put your right hand behind his head and the left on the side of his neck. You didn’t hesitate to pull him into a kiss that seemed to catch him off guard. He didn’t try to pull away, or jump back. It even looked as if he took a good few seconds to realize what happened.

You pulled away slighting to whisper “Maybe it is true,” you chuckled and went back to continue the kiss. It didn’t take long for him to sink into it. You felt his hands slowly come into contact with you upper side, making their way down past your waist to your hips. You didn’t even flinch when his grip became noticeably tighter on your flesh. You only embraced it. It went on for a little while.

You pulled away again for moment to pull him so that his back was facing his bed. You pushed him back so that you two were growing closer to it. A smirk was visible on his face while his eyes were covered by his black hair for the moment. “This side of you surprises me,” he admitted when you stopped forcing him to move backwards. “but I kind of like it.”

You chuckled. “Come on, I’m not just the quiet girl you know. There’s more to me than just that,” You told him. You actually did things like that a couple of times with some people in the past. Of course, it clearly never became anything serious. You would just get bored and then hook up with some guy every now and again. You pulled up part of your Gray Tank top so that it stopped just below your chest and smirked. “you alright with this?” You asked, even though you knew that he would be. You thought it’d be awkward if you just went on to do it.

He nodded. “I’d never have a problem with it,” you exchanged the nod. You finally pulled the shirt over your head to reveal your (F/C) laced bra. It didn’t surprise your that he seemed satisfied by the sight. You unbuttoned your shorts and let them slide onto the floor. You kicked them off to hear them hit something behind you guys. He had already been shirtless when you first met with him that morning, early in the morning. You hadn’t realized it was only three until you got to his RV.

"That’s good to know,” he also took off his bottoms, his black pants, which left him with the undergarments that you had known he sported. They were similar to the ones he wore in the MTV Cribs video you and the band was featured in. You couldn’t lie to myself, he didn’t look too bad in them. You exchanged another quick session of kisses before you pushed him onto his bed behind him, looking down at him as he looked up at you.

It took a quick second to feel the soothing feeling of the sheets of his bed against my thighs when you joined in. The Egyptian Silk. You had never imagined they were just as soft as he claimed them to be. You dug your right hand into the fabric while you sat on top of him and the other was on his arm. You leaned forward and planted another, stronger kiss onto his warm lips like the last couple of times. His hands were cupped around your cheeks for a moment until they worked their way down to your back. “This is actually a side of you I could get used to,” he said between a kiss.

"Don’t worry, I’m always free,” You insisted, taking his face in my hands and let your behind lower a bit. You began playing with his black hair, your fingers getting caught in a few tangles in their journey. You didn’t deny that you were satisfied that you was able to get my hands on something that you craved for so long. It left a good feeling in your stomach. You didn’t fight it back.

"Are you saying you’d do this again?”

“In fact I am,” You smiled at his response. You knew that he was never really the one to like a long term relationship, but something in your guts screamed to you that there was something inside of him that was open so such a thing. He forced you to roll over so that he was on top instead of you. Your head laid on one of his surprising fluffy pillows. You pulled him closer to you and kissed him. His hands were on your hips near my rear end as you did. You could feel them making their way for your back to stop at your bra strap.

He didn’t even need to ask to know that you approved of his obvious idea. He unclipped the hooks and pulled your bra off to throw it aside. One of his hands stopped on your breast and slowly started to palsingly squeezed it. He brought his head down and started planting kiss down your neck and on your jaw, sucking all while trying to find your sweet spot. You softly let out an unintentional moan when he hit in, so he focused on said spot. His hand lifted from your breast and worked its way to your waist again, in sync with the other hand.

He pulled away from your neck and let himself slowly kiss you down our stomach, to stop at your pelvis. He glanced up at you with pleading eyes, and you gave a nod of approval. He smirked widely and let one of his hands slowly slide into your panites. He pulled them off of you and did the same thing to them as he had done to your bra. His index finger traced the area around your opening as he teased you. You tensed up a little at the sudden sensation, and gripped the sheets under you. “You like that, don’t you?” Murdoc inquired.

You nodded in conformation. His smirk remained as he circled his finger around some more, focusing on your clitorus, as he knew it to be a woman’s weak spot. You moaned at the pleasure that the feeling brought you, practically begging for more. You didn’t expect him to put his finger into your vagina, but he did. He let it sink into about his second knuckle and slowly put pressure on your G-Spot once he was able to find it. He could tell that you were fairly enjoying it, so he went a little rougher on the spot.

Eventually, he took his finger out and crawled back up so that his face was close to yours. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and smiled down at you. It wasn’t one out of lust, but out of sincere attraction and love. “What is it?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He leaned down to kiss you softly. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for you,” he admitted to you in a strong whisper. And pulled away again and plopped to your side, turning you onto your side to face him. He could see the curiosity in your eyes. “it’s kinda of funny to think that we’re actually here. I can’t really explain it, but you’re different than the others. When I decided to stop flirting with you, I did it because I saw that you weren’t interested and I wanted to respect that.”

"But I am now. I want you,” you grabbed his face and kissed him, something that was more out of pure love. You couldn’t lie. “I’d be lying if I said I don’t care about you,” you kissed him a few more times.

"I care about you too,” he returned the statement. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to hold you. “I never meant to hurt you. I’d take it back if I could. But I can do something now to make things right,” one of his hands glided up your back to reach your hair so that he could rub it slowly with his thumb. “I’m going to make it up to you. I’ll never make you feel like that again.”

A small smile formed on your face. “I love you,” you whispered.

"I love you too, love.”

We can make this work Cole Sprouse Imagine

A/N: So I will start to try to make imagines now. I love writing about Cole, only because I got to know him through the years of watching his shows, and know on Riverdale. I love how he is just so content with himself, isn’t afraid to be completely foolish no matter where he is. And it just makes it so much easier to feel like myself too. But that’s me. So here it is. This does have smut in it and hopefully I do a good job.

Originally posted by immortalle

It was rather a nice night, nothing too exciting happened today, but none the less it was a good day. Especially with Cole being he for two months. I made dinner and put on our usual go-to-watch program, Criminal Minds. We’re 13 minutes into the episode and we already have our theories of who the killer is.

“Damn, Reed sure did change his look and God does it do him justice.” I say, before I bite my lip a little. Okay I do admit that I did say that just to get a rise out of Cole, but also because it is true.

“Please, they just did that so he can be more relatable for the show.” He says leaning his elbows on his knees.

“Excuse you I could say the same about you, Mr Forsythe,” using his character’s real name. “Well the cut of your hair wasn’t but you did die it. It’s called being committed Cole.” I say matter of factly.

“Touché,” he says now leaning back onto the couch.

“But you know, in a way he does remind me of you.” I say getting closer to him, siting Indian style no facing his right side.

“If you say because we’re both gawky, I’ll kill you.” he says sarcastically.

“Well you are a little socially awkward.” I say laughing, he just sighs and rolls his eyes with a smirk appear on his mouth. “No but seriously, you both are extremely smart, smarter than anyone in the room, tall, very handsome. Oh and did I say smart.” I say playing with his hair. As he lens into my hands he start to reply.

“Well I cant help but be the prettiest girl in the room. And the smart thing just comes natural.” he says coolly. We both laugh and that. God I love him, he kiss me, and leans us down as my back is on the couch cushion and he’s on top of me. When he breaks the kiss he says something so shocking, but as if it’s the most natural thing to say. “Let’s have a baby!”

“What.” shock is evident in my voice, but the good kind.

“Yeah why not (Y/N), I mean I’m gonna be 25 in a month, you’re 22. I think that we should actually make us serious with children. And come on we would be one of the coolest parents.” He says holding his weight up by his elbows resting just next to my ribs. “I mean you would the best MILF and I would be one hot DILF.” he says, as if he’s picturing our future kids friends just drooling over us.

“Well, you had me at Daddy I’d Love to Fuck.” I say running my hands through his hair bringing him closer to me. I kiss him hard but you could feel the love into it. “Yes, a million times yes.”

“Yeah?” he questions, his question is answered by me kissing him again. I can feel him getting up a little and he picks me up so my legs are around his waist. We don’t break the kiss at all, until he sits me down on the bed. He starts to strip me down until I’m in nothing and I start to do the same until he’s beautifully bare. He lays down right next to me and puts the blanket half way over our bodies. I look at him confused at his actions.

He just smiles and says, “I’m nervous and I want to do this right with you.” we turn on ur side to face each other.

“We got all the time in the world,” I say  as I start to kiss his neck and my hand makes its way to his almost hard member. I slightly move my fingers around it before I get a nice grip and start to stroke it back and forth. He’s already out of breath and moans my name. “(Y/N), Jesus I love the way you do that.” He says in between his moans.

He quickly gets his arm around me pulling me up so I’m straddling him now. I’m nervous because we’ve always used a condom, unless we were having oral. “I love you so much,” I say as he’s holding himself in his hands and I slowly make my way down as his hand now moves to my waist. “Cole.” I moan aloud as I get used to this bare feeling. God he feels so good inside me, especially like this.

I start to move up and down, slow at first and I lean to kiss him passionately. My hands run through his hair, his hands gripping my waist as I start to go faster little by little. We moan into each others mouths as we continue to kiss each other. We do this for two more minutes before we both cum for each other, as I slow down riding out our high together, I continue to rock my hips side-to-side now. Keeping eye contact with Cole makes it all feel so much better.

Apparently he couldn’t take it anymore as he grunts and flips us over so now he’s in control. He thrusts into me so very generously, as he sucks on my neck I can feel him lifting up my right leg almost to my should making him go deeper and deeper into me. “talk to me, please baby.” I say pleadingly out of breath. I feel him nod as he stops sucking on my neck.

He slows down putting his hand on one of my breasts. “Oh baby girl look how innocent you look under me. You love it how I make you feel this good don’t you.”

“Yes Daddy, I love how you are the only one to ever make me feel this good.” I say scratching down his back over and over again. “Fuck that’s good, oh…… shit.” I start to rub my clit in circles as it makes it satisfying my pleasure more.  He snatches my hand, and grabs both my wrists over my head, but not that roughly.

“I didn’t give yo permission to touch yourself, (Y/N). That’s my job,” He says as he starts to rub my clit up and down as he continues to thrusting into me. His thrust become slower but he rubs faster making me scream his name as he sucks on one of my breasts. My back arches up making my legs close tighter around Cole’s waist and pulling him closer to me if that’s even possible. Then he flips his actions and thrusts harder and slows his thumb on my clit, letting my wrists free with other hand, he grabs my waist firmly, steadying himself. I take that advantage and pull on his hair tightly. “Shit, baby girl, we’re almost there, are you ready to cum for me.” I moan out a yes while his movements are getting sloppy, as I cum and him right after me.

He slips out of me, still on his knees, running his hands down my legs. Both of us trying to catch our breaths before going at it for a third time. I get up to meet his position putting my arms around his neck  and him kissing me. His hand on my waist making their way down to my ass and squeezing it. “Mmmh,” is my response before I turn around, my back facing his and put my weight on my elbows.

He moves closer to me, still with his hands resting on my ass. I gasp as he gazes his member above my vagina. “You’re so wet for me baby girl. I love it when you’re in need for me like this.” He says still doing the same action as I whimper in pleasure. Then he pushes himself into me finally, making the both of us blurt out profanities. he grips my long hair in his hand, and with the other he moves my hips back and forth slowly picking up his pace. A minute later, Cole puts his leg out as if he’s on one knee, he thrusts harder then before keeping his grip on my waist as well as in my hair.

He let’s go of my hair and I start to do my own movements. I move so now that he’s laying on his back and I’m straddling him in a backwards way. Just like as we did the first time. I bounce up and down causing him to yell my name in pleasure. I start to pick up my paste as he lifts himself more into me indicating that he’s so close, just as I am. Our movements again become very sloppy as we ride out our high together.

As we slowly come to a stop, I move so that I’m now laying next to a very heavy breathing Cole. He kisses my forehead pulling me closer to him. “If that doesn’t give us a baby, I don’t know what would.” he says, I tiredly laugh at his joke, but I kind of agree with him.

“I love you,” I say before kissing his jaw.

“I love you.” He says back. We fell asleep into each others arms.

I would love nothing more than to start a family with this man.

The next morning I wake up so sore. But I smile because I see Cole looking at me so lovingly. “What?” I say, so shy now.

“I love how innocent you are sometimes as if you weren’t just fucking the shit out of me last night, taking away my innocence from me.” He says bluntly. “But I know that it’s only for me and fucking love it.” He says kissing me. “Ohh, yeah I’m sore. Shit if I knew I had to tell you I wanted a baby to get sex like that, we would of had a whole team of kids right now.” we both laugh at his joke, and agin I agree with him.

“Okay Sprouse.” I smile at him. “ Now all we have to is wait. Maybe a couple of weeks.” I say.

“What, yeah of course but now that I know you’re serious, I think we should keep doing what we’re doing every night.” he says pulling me closer to him by my waist.

“That does sound tempting.” I say, playing with his hair. We stay like this for as long as we could. And like he wanted, we do this for the next week.

A/N: And that is it for this part. You know for my first smut I think I did really good. Stay tune for part 2. Thank you and Love you all