Morrowbrooke
- Lectures 8
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 1
"Anything I can do, Madelynn?" Jake inquired, sitting next to her on the damp wooden park bench. His hands resided within his leather jacket pockets as he gazed at the dark circles beneath her eyes. She wore a blank expression and rarely blinked, rocking back and forth slightly while staring at the black asphalt below. ".. Madelynn?" He asked once more, reaching out to touch her shoulder. Immediately she reared back, staring in immense paranoia at the fingers that were reaching out to comfort her. Jake was somewhat hurt. Holding back his feelings, he slowly lowered his arm and gripped the park bench beneath him. Madelynn brushed a stray hair behind her ear and continued staring at the black pavement before saying, "What about Mary?"
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He hummed, amused. I was growing impatient. "I want you to have sex with me. Whenever I want. For as long as I want." I furrowed my brows. "Seriously?" He stepped closer, our bodies dangerously close to one another. "Seriously." He tilted his head. "A non-committal, strictly sexual relationship." His eyes were trained on my lips. "Fuck buddies." His eyes found mine again. I reached behind me slowly for the gun. "I haven't even had sex with you, how do I know if you're good or not?" He leaned down, his lips ghosting over mine. My breath was stuck in my throat. "Why don't we find out?" ●○●○ Spotify Playlist: delicate - Lexi ○●○● WARNINGS: - Alcohol - Sex - S/A -Suicide and self-harm / mentions of suicide and self-harm - Violence ●○●○ You are loved, and you don't deserve to suffer, especially not alone. Your mental health matters. Please get help if it's available. You are strong, and you'll get through this.Terminé
How to Sell Your Soul
May was desperate... no job, no home, no food. What was she supposed to do? While sitting on a park bench (which was also her bed) she jokingly offered her soul for a job. What she didn't expect was that somebody was listening, and willing to take her up on her offer. Well she did need the job. How bad could selling your soul really be? Language Mild Sexual ReferenceTerminé
Dark Corners (Antisepticeye X Reader Fan fiction)
You just finished your last day of art school and decide to go out with a couple of friends.You all decide to go to a pub in the nearest town. You meet a man with green hair and a blue sweatshirt in the seat next to you, and only share a few words. You finish up at the pub, and you and your friends split up and walk to each of your houses. You feel someone watching you. You decide to ignore it, but you chose...poorly. Who is the man you met at the pub? Well...you'll find out soon. "'Hey there lass!' The man said as he caught you."Terminé
Silent Cries |✔|
"What happened?" he asked sternly. She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else. "Nothing." She answered. He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head. "Who is hurting you?" WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.Terminé
Fire and Ice
As he slowly approached the bench overseeing the vast body of water, glittering over the moonlight, he noticed a slim figure standing closer to the edge of the coast. Facing away from him. Dressed in a thin blue, floral printed dress, stood a woman. Her long silky black hair blowing softly as the wind picked up, some loose black curls bouncing against her lower back. She crossed her arms across her chest, rubbing her delicate fingers over her upper arms which were barely covered by thin sleeves. A surge of lust rushed through him and he envisioned what it would feel like to have those fingers rub against his skin. And then another emotion erupted in his chest as he got a little closer, realizing that the girl was shaking. A sudden, all consuming surge of protectiveness filled him as he watched her. Without even seeing her face. A complete stranger. He immediately stopped in his tracks, confused as to what was happening to him. Why was he so tormented at the sight of this stranger. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he thought of retracting back to his car. It was already so late and his Ana must be worried. He had left without telling her where he was going, his mind disturbed with scattered thoughts that he was never able to understand. He looked around the place, noticing the eerie silence that consumed the gloomy atmosphere, before his eyes made their way back to her. Again his chest constricted at the sight of this stranger, making it hard to breath. He abruptly turned away, confused and annoyed. He was only able to take a step before he stopped. Concern and curiosity filled his mind and he looked back at her. Still standing, her back straight, hair blowing, hugging herself, silently weeping. "F*** it" he whispered to himself, before approaching her.Terminé
A Different Breed (Completed)
"I don't know. Y-you just....make me nervous I guess." he looked away from her intent gaze feeling pretty pathetic. She grabbed his face between her hands and looked deeply into his brown eyes. She knew he was nervous, she could see it behind his stare. "It's alright because..." she spoke softly "You make me feel special."Terminé
The Erinyes's Bond
The woman standing before Kyren stole every ounce of cognition from him. She was stunning, the moon paled in comparison. The top of her head would not even graze his chin. Her height did not stop her from being imposing. A dark blue vest clung to her chest reveling taught skin over lean muscle. The black leather pants hung low on her hips, exposing soft flesh. Her gaze roamed the crowd, surveying the stupidity around her. After a moment she finally turned attention in his direction. When her gaze met his, it stopped heart. The dark blue pools shone in the dim light, dark as the night sky. She blew a strand of silver out of her face. Kyren's wolf surged to the surface, and they growled. They itched to touch her skin, bury our face in her hair, to feel its softness and inhale its sweet scent. They wanted to stare into her night eyes. She needed to be theirs. ---- Eris's eyes found Kyren quickly. He pushed through crowd, pulling his jacket off and threw it to the stocky blonde at his side. She spoke in low frantic words. He ignored her and climbed in the ring. Shade tugged his shirt over his head and Eris's heart skipped. This man was built like a bear. Kyren's physique was reminiscent of strong man instead of a body builder. His pectorals were covered in a fine swath of dark hair that trailed down his belly disappearing into his jeans. Jeans that hugged his thighs tightly, thighs like a rugby player. Kyren looked towards her quickly, a smirk filling his face, sharp canines peaking beneath his lips. He wasn't human, but she wanted him regardless.
Loving Her Body
This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.Terminé
He hummed, amused. I was growing impatient. "I want you to have sex with me. Whenever I want. For as long as I want." I furrowed my brows. "Seriously?" He stepped closer, our bodies dangerously close to one another. "Seriously." He tilted his head. "A non-committal, strictly sexual relationship." His eyes were trained on my lips. "Fuck buddies." His eyes found mine again. I reached behind me slowly for the gun. "I haven't even had sex with you, how do I know if you're good or not?" He leaned down, his lips ghosting over mine. My breath was stuck in my throat. "Why don't we find out?" ●○●○ Spotify Playlist: delicate - Lexi ○●○● WARNINGS: - Alcohol - Sex - S/A -Suicide and self-harm / mentions of suicide and self-harm - Violence ●○●○ You are loved, and you don't deserve to suffer, especially not alone. Your mental health matters. Please get help if it's available. You are strong, and you'll get through this.
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