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Evanesce of Ruin | M

“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.

Originally posted by snugglysoju

Précis; Love or lust, a mystery to all; and a broken meaning to one.

Note: Inspo from my best friend’s experience! *cries* I’m a horrible person lmao | Words ➳ 8.8k

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a sprinkle of fluff. Smut.

Like an ocean’s wave rolling onto the sand as they both intermingled before the water came crashing back to it’s home, is something that heavily contradicted within your life.

Broken words, fruitless promises and a devotional mirage painted with deception behind a thin foggy layer was something you didn’t even bother to acknowledge; only believing in the words he muttered to you while he kept you in his arms, only thinking positively and never even giving a second thought on how cruel the world could actually be when it had your feelings on the palm of it’s hand.

And here you were, dropping your bag on the floor of your apartment while releasing a sigh of relief, only ever wanting to sink into the confines of your bed with your lovely boyfriend by your side. It was past midnight, and you could only yawn as you walked down the hallway of your home, soon hearing persistent soft tapping against the walls from inside your bedroom. Frowning, you began to walk faster down the hallway, wondering why your roommate had the audacity to bring someone into your room to fuck on your bed..or whatever they were doing.

Once you reached the bedroom door, you had imagined ripping the door knob off and blasting it open, only for your hand to hover over it. Your heart sank, the voices muffled behind the other side of the door surely not sounding like your roommate at all; and you could only imagine what could be on the other side. But it was impossible, right? It had to be someone else, you wanted it to be someone else but the worry began to overwhelm you and before you knew it, the anticipation crawling throughout your skin turned the doorknob before you softly pushed the door open.

Peeking inside, you could only see the alabaster glow from the moon seep through the sheer curtains, illuminating the shimmery bodies intermingling with one another. Legs spread open before him, his head stretched all the way back while laying against the headboard with shut eyes as his mouth was opened, breathy moans swimming past his lips. He held onto her waist tightly as she bounced on his lap, her breasts ricocheting within the air as one of his hands quickly reached for one before he would smother it in his hands as if it were silly putty.

She was vocal, that was a fact that was implicated into the air and your bed was moving slightly from the conspicuous licentious commotion happening upon it’s fluffy tousled blankets and tangled sheets. Breath caught in your throat, you felt tears beginning to overcloud your vision but you willed them away; quickly reaching for the light switch before you were all blinded by the luminous glare.

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Summary: All he wants to do is prove how much he loves you.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x reader

Warnings: Language, graphic gif [?] with blood; mentions of blood, self-hate

Word Count: 1511

A/N: This is for @avengersandlovers Sarah’s follower appreciation challenge! Congrats again, lovely :) || This is a reader insert, but reader is an agent under codename ‘Lamia’. Other than that, this is my first Kingsman/Eggsy fic, so hopefully I did them all justice. Let me know what you think! || main masterlist

Originally posted by trycreativitybitch

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I Need More Part 2

A/N: It’s finally here! The second part to I Need More that everyone wanted! It got pretty long without smut, so no smut. Hope it lives up to the hype! Special thanks to @manawhaat and @littlegreenplasticsoldier for their always fabulous beta services. I wish I had time to let them look over this one more time.

Summary: Reader runs away for a while, then has to face her fears.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: ANGST.

Word count: 4652 (Over twice as long as the first part, which just goes to prove that fixing shit is harder than screwing it up in the first place!)

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

For the fourth night in a row, you sat on the beach with a bottle in your hand and watched the sun set. It had taken you a couple of days to get here, but you were about as far away from Lebanon, Kansas as you could get and still be in the continental US. Maybe Maine would be further than Washington, but you’d turned left out of the motel parking lot, not right, so Washington is where you ended up. The weather had turned the day before, and it was chillier tonight, with a light misty rain making you feel even colder. The storm front was almost past, though, which was how you got to see the sun fall from behind the clouds before it sank into the ocean.

Six days. Six days since you’d given in to Dean Winchester’s charms and then woken up alone. Six days since you’d turned off the GPS and sound on your phone so no one could track you and you wouldn’t have to listen to the beeps and trills when they called or messaged. Five days since you’d considered turning it off completely, but knew that would send a message all its own and just prompt whoever was calling to really look for you. Four days since you’d found the rundown motel a block from the beach and plunked down enough cash to quiet the manager about the credit card that didn’t match the name you gave him. Three days since you’d slept for twelve hours, only to wake up from a dream that Dean was knocking on your door. Three days since you told housekeeping to fuck off and not knock on your door again. The days since then had settled into a nice routine: Wake up, shower, get dressed, try to eat, buy a newspaper you wouldn’t really read (unless you counted Marmaduke and Garfield), buy booze, try to eat some more, then settle on the beach to watch the sun go down and drink the bottle dry.

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john and sherlock going to molly and greg’s destination wedding in the mediterranean. john in a light linen suit, the breeze ruffling through his fringe. sherlock forgoing his jacket in favor of rolled shirtsleeves, the sun splashing freckles across the bridge of his nose. champagne drunk, they sneak off before the cake is even cut, hand in hand and giggling, off past the lights, past the people, slipping deep into the darkness where they hold each other close, toes curling into the sand, mouths crashing like waves against the shore, moonlight gathering in their hair, on their cheeks, along shoulders and arms and fingers, across the curves of throats and crooks of elbows, illuminating every touch, every kiss with silver brushstrokes, i love you here, i love you here, i love you here