It was rather jarring having so much time available to yourself after so long. The days had you wandering around listlessly more often than not, unsure what to do with yourself. The lovely old lady across the street reprimanded you gently, calling you foolish and telling you that these were the times that you should be going and doing the things you usually don’t have time or energy to do.
It was one such bout of whimsy that had led you here. You had spent most of your childhood on this secluded little beach, filling the days with laughter as you played with your imaginary friend along the shore and amongst the rock pools. It had been a happy time, before everything started falling apart.
Your mother had taken you and moved into the city after the accident, unable to handle living in that house without them there with you both. She had passed a few years ago as well, leaving the house under your care, though you had been too busy to really do anything about it then. Perhaps you should stay here a while, and take some time to figure things out, now that you were secure financially.
Feeling a touch nostalgic, you kicked off your business shoes, and started heading towards your favourite little cove, absently noting that you should probably buy some casual clothes, now that you wouldn’t be confined to such professional settings all the time anymore. Walking along the beach in these clothes wasn’t the most ideal, but already you could feel the stress slowly dripping off of you, with each step.
Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw something move, the quickly setting sun glinting off of something other than the waves, though you quickly brushed this off. It had been a long drive after all.
Shaking your head, you climbed your way through the little hidden tunnel of rocks, cursing at how much harder it was to do such, with an adult body. Soon enough, you found yourself walking out into the secret little cove, laughing in delight at the sight. With childish glee bubbling up in your chest for the first time in years, you quickly rolled up your pant legs, wading out into the water a little, and simply admiring the quickly darkening view. The starts were always so bright here, so you knew that you would find your way back safely with ease, and if you remembered correctly, the way they lit up this cove after sunset, was outright magical.
A splash towards the entrance of the cove made you pause, stepping a little deeper as you tried to see what it was. Seconds later, something large and cold clamped around your lower leg, yanking it out from under you. Yelping, you found yourself splashing down into the water, coughing and spluttering as you tried to sit up again, the second you were released.
Massive hands slapped down into the water on either side of you, somebody getting right up into your personal space, their large body covered in softly glowing markings.
“You came back!” A somewhat familiar voice cheered, though it sounded deeper and thicker than you remembered it.
Wide eyed, you found yourself gaping up in shock at the giant of a person before you, their shoulders easily twice as wide as your own. Despite their more adult appearance, and startling size increase, they were still without question, your imaginary friend from your childhood, large shimmering tail and all.
Being Madison Montgomery’s girlfriend (NSFW content) :
Secretly loves Queenie teasing you both when she catches Madison reaching for your hand just to hold your fingers in hers.
Loves when you dominate her.
Feels valued and special, just herself with you.
Shares clothing with you, wrapping up in your sweaters.
She’s addicted to the scent of your perfume and shampoo.
Holding you is what she is addicted to.
Pleasuring you gets her off more than anything. She loves sliding between your legs and knowing she is undoing you.
Being with you, having your love and respect is hard for her to accept. She’s not used to it. And the first time you make love, not just a quick fuck, she cries in tears of happiness as she watches you sleep beside her. She knows she’s falling in love.
Watches movies, goes places, does things with you she wouldn’t normally do because it makes you happy. And that makes her happy.
Spoils you.
Uses her magic to make a light show on the ceiling at night for you two. You love laying in bed and just being together. Nose to nose, fingers tracing each other’s skin.
Loves holding you in bed. Loves being held by you.
Is very jealous, often inserting herself by your side.
Will hurt anyone who upsets you.
Is loyal to you and straightforward.
Loves going shopping with you.
Loves showing you off and telling people you’re her girl, and gets proud when you say she’s yours.
She’s never felt more valuable or at peace than how she feels with you.
A/N: These last few ones will be awful mostly because I’ve used up my inspiration on the earlier ones 😂
#63. “I’ve never seen so much porn in my whole life.”
“God, Tim, why did you not stop me?” You whined, shoving your face into a random throw pillow and hoping that it would take mercy on your poor soul and suffocate you to death. “Why?”
“I did warn you,” He replied, amusement lacing his voice. Even without looking you could tell that his eyes were still locked on his computer screen, still working through some of the data that Jason had recently dropped off for some case they were working on. You’d only had good intentions when you’d volunteered to do it for him, just so Tim could catch a break, but perhaps you’d been in over your head.
“Not hard enough, apparently.” You groaned, lifting your head up, “I’ve never seen so much porn in my whole life.”
This was probably the most amused you’ve ever seen him while doing work, a missable quirk at the corners of his lips even as his focus remained laser sharp. You took a small moment to admire him, to imprint the image of this in your mind. It was a long shot but maybe that’d be enough to burn the images of all the random penises away from your mind.
chris evans is so fucking rank in snowpiercer. like he hasn’t showered in 17 years and he’s covered in blood and he ate babies but i am like. yeah. yeah dude. after u fuck up that frozen capitalist death train u gotta call me. he looks fucking disgusting but he is so On
a.n.: uhhhhh hope this is what you wanted & sorry for taking so long to get it out
this is preapocalypse btw
– Michael didn’t have very many constants in his life, but you were one of the few things he could always count on
– everyone seemed to want something from him but no one had asked him what HE wanted
– except you, of course
– you knew something was up with him when he walked into Mead’s house and said nothing
– usually, he would try to start up a conversation
– god knows this boy isn’t a fan of silence, as it reminds him of his darkest and loneliest places
– so when you ask him what’s wrong and he answers with silence, you know you need to do something to fix it
– “we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. With the easy way, we sit down and you tell me why you’re acting like this and I can try and help you. Or you WILL tell me why you’re acting like this, and we’re not gonna leave the kitchen until you do so.”
– “I guess I take the easy way?” He really looked like he just wanted to lay down and sleep
– stress and exhaustion were evident in his face as y’all made your way to the couch in meads’ living room
– propping your feet on to his lap, you began your interrogation
– “why did you walk in looking like you just got told the world was ending?”
– “maybe… because it is?”
– “Michael… I was kidding. You aren’t serious… right?”
– his lack of a response only furthered your worry
– “Y/N, you know how I told you I was different? Like a warlock?”
– “Yeah”
– “Well… I’m actually something a little bigger rhan that”
– “like a supreme?”
– “Like the antichrist”
– “oh shit”
– alexa Play London Bridge by fergie
– “And everyone keeps telling me that I’m destined for something great. But I don’t feel great. This lady at the Satanic Church Mead took me to basically expected me to have all the answers like I’m some sort of evil prophet. But I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s not like when you become the antichrist they give you an instruction manual and send you on your way.”
– “Michael… I wish you would have told me sooner. You know you can always talk to me about this type of stuff”
– “I just… don’t like feeling alone. All my life I’ve been alone and now i feel more alone than ever even though I’m surrounded by followers 24/7.”
– “like I said, I don’t ever want you feeling that way. You know I’m here for you. I love you too much to let you go through this alone.”
– you adjusted your body to where you were leaning on Michael, with your head tucked in the crook of his neck
– he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as if he let go he’d lose you too
– this type of silence was nice. therapeutic almost. there was an unspoken agreement of understanding between the two of you
– you must’ve been laying together for a while because you awoke to find Mead making dinner in the kitchen
– “I hope I didn’t wake y’all. You looked so peaceful laying there I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
– you and Michael looked at eachother, his drowsy eyes appearing tired no longer from stress but at peace and ready to get back to sleep with you
– “I’ll meet you in bed in 5. I’m gonna get dinner from Mead and I’ll bring it up to the bedroom.”
– “Sounds like a Plan. And Y/N?”
– “Yes, Michael.”
– “When you talk about me in your sleep again, make sure to tell me more about my dreamy six pack and kissable lips.”
– he smirked, getting up and leaving you beet red blushing into a pillow
She knew Jim’s home situation was not the best. In fact, it wasn’t good at all. It made her heart ache each time they would have to say goodbye and he went home, the two knowing neither of them wanted him to go, or to be in that house, in that toxic environment. And if it wasn’t for Medina she doesn’t think she would let him go back.
Jim never really got into the full situation as to why his mother acted the way she did. It was too much of a sensitive topic for him. But she knew enough to know that his mother wasn’t doing any good for him. Though, she didn’t feel it was her place to say something about it. She didn’t want to anger Jim or make him upset.
And she could see the look of anguish and resistance on Jim’s face each time he the subject was brought up or he had to say goodbye.
They both knew there would be a time when he could stay. He wouldn’t have to leave and go back to a house he would rather not be at. And that thought alone made the goodbyes a little easier.
But when she hadn’t heard from Jim in a few days she became a little more than worried. They saw each other everyday, even if it was for a few seconds, or even a phone call. The two were always together or otherwise talking. But, she hadn’t received a call, or text in the last three days and if she wasn’t afraid of the consequences she might receive from Jim’s mother, she would have went over to his house to check on him.
She did her best to convince herself that he was probably busy. People get busy. Maybe him and Medina went on that surfing trip he was raving about. Or maybe he was hanging out with some of his friends. Just because she was his girlfriend didn’t mean he had to spend every waking minute with her, she knew that. She didn’t expect it. But even if he was busy or didn’t feel up to hanging out he would always let her know.
She tried to stop the horrible ‘what if’s’ that ran through her mind. It being easier said than done as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She turned to look at the clock that sat on her bedside table, sighing at the flashing red 12:00 am. She hadn’t gotten a good nights sleep for the past few days. Her mind too busy. She wished she could turn her it off, at least the negative thoughts. They were not helping the situation.
Her mind was a mess. Words, thoughts, and worries echoed through her head. So much so that she didn’t hear the gentle taps at her window until it was being opened and a dark figure was entering through it.
She quickly snapped out of bed, her fight or flight mode kicking in, her mind going to all of those murder break in shows she’s impulsively watched on tv making her wonder what she could possibly use in her room as a weapon, as she scrambled to the other side of her room, quickly flicking on her bedroom light.
“Shit.” The figure cursed as their foot caught on the window sill and sent them tumbling to the floor.
Once her eyes adjusted to the light change she noted the blue jacket and it didn’t take her long to realize who the perpetrator was.
“Jim?”
He cursed again as he struggled to get his footing. Once he did his eyes met hers. “Hi, babe.” He smiled widely as if he didn’t just give her a heart attack. He pulled himself from the floor, brushing himself off and fixing his jacket.
“What are you doing here?” She sighed in relief, feeling only slightly annoyed from being scared half to death. “I almost hurt you!”
“With that brush?” Jim pointed out with a laugh. She had grabbed the first thing she could find within the dark, not realizing exactly what she had grabbed until the lights were now on.
“It was the first thing I grabbed, it’s dark!” She laughed softly. “This isn’t funny! You really scared me!”
He frowns and walks to her, his arms open to take her within them, wrapping them around her waist once he’s reached her. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I needed to see you.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. Pressing her forehead to his as she closes her eyes, her heart rate coming back down as she breathes slowly. Taking in the moment, his words, his presence, his scent. “I’ve missed you.”
“I know.” He sighs. “And I’m sorry. My mom she was..” He swallows, hesitating. She opens her eyes to look up at him, his face contoured with a mix of sadness and frustration. She gives him an understanding nod.
They didn’t need to talk about it.
“It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long,” she changes the subject. Smiling up at him as she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You saw me three days ago.” He says as if that’s not a century’s time to her.
“Yes, but I need you.” She pouts. “Need to see you everyday, or at least hear from you.”
He laughs softly when her bottom lip pokes out in a pout. He cups her cheek in his hand, his thumb coming to sit below her lip. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you for that long again. I promise.” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to her lips.
She believes him and he means it. He didn’t mean to do it this time. She understood though, how his mom is, how his life is an utter mess right now. The only thing bringing him any kind of solace being her. She was the rock that kept him in his place, kept him steady.
His lips trail from hers to her neck, peppering hot kisses along her exposed skin. “I’ll make it up to you.” His breath is hot against her neck as he speak, his hands already skating down her body. A breathless moan is all she can get out before his hands come to the back of her thighs lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist as their kisses deepen, becoming more hungry, craving. Each kiss a symbolism of how much they missed the other.
Her back makes contact with the surface of her bed as Jim gently places her on it, his body hovering over hers. He wastes no time in removing her shirt, leaving her in her panties and her chest exposed. His lips coming back to her neck as he sucks and nips at the sensitive skin, knowing all the places that make her moan and push her body up into his, her hips rolling up involuntary, looking for any kind of contact.
His finger tips run down her side, leaving paths of electricity in their wake. Her body needy for more, needing to feel the warmth of his skin on hers, needing to feel the pleasuring burn of him entering her.
His fingers come to a stop at her panties. Pushing themselves past the lace material, his thumb skating over her clit, eliciting a loud moan from her lips, her body arching off of the bed, her hands gripping at his sides. He knew all the places to touch her. All the ways she liked her body touched, played with. He knew her inside and out and it wouldn’t take long for him to have her coming for him.
“I want you to show me how much you missed me.” He whispers against her lips. “Show me how much you missed my lips,” he kisses. “Show me how much you missed my fingers.” His thumb rubs a slow circle against her clit. Breathy moans and needy breaths coming from her in heavy puffs against his lips. “Show me how much you missed me fucking you.” His voice is deep and gruff.
The only thing on his mind being to make her come. Whether that be with his fingers, his mouth, or his dick. He was going to make everything up to her, even if it took him all night.
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a/n: this started out cute and fluffy so i had to make it end incredibly dirty because that’s the kind of person I am lmaoo i hope you don’t mind!
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