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𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐥 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. 📀 • 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒆

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈‼️, smut, explicit sexual content, oral sex, rough sex, power imbalance, manipulation, emotional conflict, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort, implied infidelity, toxic relationship dynamics, obsessive behavior, dubious consent (emotional context), jealousy, possessiveness, reconciliation

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Sorry for such a long break 😭 I haven't been doing quiet well recently considering I flunked my midterms—trying to get back in shape though! Hope y'all like this one 🥹 I'm not experienced in writing smut so this might suck a little 😔🤚

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Ramona wakes up after a night with Elizabeth, only to cross paths with a mysterious man who plants doubt in her mind about everything that happened. She walks away, trying to forget—but when Elizabeth reappears with her own version of the truth, Ramona is pulled back in, caught between suspicion and something she can’t quite let go of.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 • 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

Ramona woke up in an unfamiliar bed and unfamiliar clothes. She rubbed her eyes as she stretched her arm, feeling an empty space beside her. She sat up, looking around. “Liza?” No response. She got up and went to the restroom to do her business. Where could she be so early in the morning? Events from last night flashed through her mind.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.” 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭… 𝘦𝘹𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘢…” 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺—𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵—𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. “𝘔𝘩𝘮𝘮, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢…” 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. “𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,” 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥..” 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. “𝘕𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. “𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢..” “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴?” 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦, “𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳.” 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘸. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.” 𝘔𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴, 𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴’ 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴’ 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯—𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢. “𝘈𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘩, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢- 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰-” “𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨?” 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. “𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. “𝘚𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦… 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢.” “𝘔𝘩𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘊𝘶𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.” 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦-𝘶𝘱. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯…

“𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.”

Ramona slapped her face, all embarrassed from the flashbacks. And just as she wondered more, the lack of presence of a certain blonde raised more confusion from her.

‘𝘏𝘮𝘮… 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦?’

While looking around, the brunette caught a piece of paper near the nightstand.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴. -𝘓𝘪𝘻𝘢’

‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴…’

She started to get dressed and went downstairs to see a lavish breakfast spread out. Just as she was about to dig in, a knock disturbed her, not long after the doors of the penthouse swung open.

“I see, she has guests over..” An esteemed looking gentleman greeted the brunette. Something about him made Ramona slightly panic—quickly standing up, clutching her bag, ready to get out if told to. “Sorry for startling you, sweetheart. Oh, I’m sure you are… rude of me not to introduce myself, huh?”

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’

“The name’s James. James Patrick March. Pleasure to meet you, Miss?” “Ramona Royale.” She extended her hand to meet his for a handshake—unexpectedly James pulled her closer, close enough to trigger Ramona’s fight or flight response. “I’m guessing you already met my wife?”

‘𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌?!’

Ramona felt her heart shrunk. No, she refuses to believe it—but then again, it all sounded, felt, too good to be true. No, not again. “That’s… ridiculous…”

“What is? Oh, that you just 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦?” The man let out an almost sarcastic laugh. “Please be my guest, you’re not the first anyways. Just don’t let her eat you alive, dear.” That smile… Ramona felt like she’d never forget.

“I’ve got to go, pleased to meet you, Mr. March, pardon the mess.” She scurried out, not looking back. Disbelief painted all over her face. She couldn’t process how fast things were progressing, and how downwards it progressed. Elizabeth was married, all this time? All those smooth talks, the sweet words, gentle touch, the kiss, and how they literally just slept together.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴’

Not the first. Oh wow. ‘So I’m probably not her last.’ Ramona couldn’t believe she actually thought Elizabeth would be different. Is this really the Elizabeth she looked up on?

‘𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦’

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? And just as the elevator doors open, a familiar perfume filled the air.

“Leaving so early, Mona? I thought I sent enough signals that I wanted you to wait for me.”

Ramona took one look at those hazel eyes when tears started forming in hers. She didn’t even respond, she just dashed right past her, leaving the blonde dumbfounded. A familiar pit in Elizabeth’s stomach started forming, she knew something must’ve happened upstairs. Ramona hailed a cab, and just as the cab started taking her back to her apartment, she took one last glance at the hotel. Soon enough, sobs started to escape Ramona’s lips.

Back at the hotel, Elizabeth impatiently waited for the elevator to reach her penthouse. She opened the door and was greeted with a James March bashfully inviting himself to the drinks in her mini bar.

“What are you doing here, James?”

“Oh, you’re back already?”

“Oh, don’t start with me right now. What did you do to Ramona?”

“You mean your guest?” Elizabeth was fuming, enraged, pissed. “I just told her what she needed to hear, darling. Besides, she was the reason why you didn’t show up to our night, is that right, darling?” “Keep this up and you will never have another night with me again.” “Are you threatening me, darling?” “You know I don’t do threats, James. Don’t ever- I mean EVER dabble into my business again. I don’t want you setting foot here in my penthouse again, do you understand?”

“This is my penthouse–My hotel too, darling. Don’t you forge-”

“I don’t give two shits, James. Last time I checked, I’m not the one who’s stuck here for eternity, depending on a lowly servant who does more than what she should just to boost your dead ego.” James can feel the pure anger oozing out of her ‘wife’ and he went from arrogant to a child who’s about to get mauled by a dog. “But dar-”

“Not another word. Get out of my room. Now.” James didn’t dare fight back and just walked away in defeat. Now what should Elizabeth do with Ramona. She’s not done with her yet, barely even started. ‘I can’t lose her, not today…’

It has been a minute since Ramona last encountered the countess. She was heartbroken, though she is not completely sure why—considering they’ve only spent weeks seeing and talking with each other. She tried to bury herself in work. She started receiving flowers the past few days, from an unknown sender—but she had an idea on who it might be. After a long day of photoshoots and interviews for a new film she starred in, Ramona thought to unwind a little once she came home. She thought to herself while walking to her apartment.

‘𝘈 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦—𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵…’

Just as she enters the room, a familiar perfume caught her senses.

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦’

She became cautious in entering her apartment, a voice crawls its way in her mind

‘𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦’

As she reaches the living room, there she is—A beautiful blonde in a white tuxedo, carrying a whole bottle of Masseto. “What are you doing here?” Ramona finally broke the silence between them.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls.”

“And why should I? You’re a cheat, Elizabeth.”

“Not so fond of my nickname anymore?” That earned a sarcastic laugh from Ramona. “You are mistaken, Mona… Just let me smooth things over?”

“Explain what? That you’re actually married all this time? That you tricked me into letting down all my guards with you, only for you to leave more rubbish behind it?”

Elizabeth took this time to stand up and move closer to Ramona. “Dearest, I won’t lie to you anymore. I was married. That man was my ex-husband.” The brunette didn’t even budge, not buying the blonde’s explanation. “You don’t believe me? I don’t blame you, he must’ve planted all sorts of idea in your head. If you doubt me, then he’s not someone you can trust either. The hotel is filled with people like such—especially James.”

Ramona just stayed quiet as she roamed her living room, sitting on her sofa—Elizabeth followed suit. “I don’t mean to break your trust, dear. I admit, I am not the type of person to open up and be honest with a lot of things. I’m sorry, for not telling you I was once married and is now tied to a lunatic ex-husband who hates seeing me with another. But what I felt for you was genuine—I felt real with you, the realest I felt for what felt like… centuries.”

After feeling the atmosphere a little, Elizabeth took the initiative to take hold of Ramona’s hand. “I enjoyed our time together. I became fond of your warmth, Mona. Please, let me make it up to you?” Ramona hated how easily she melted against Elizabeth’s words.

“You sure you’re not married? I am not fit to be the other woman, Liza—I deserve so much more than that.” That earned an earnest smile from the blonde.

“Of course, someone like you shall never be treated as such—you deserve to be treated gently…” Elizabeth moved closer, lifting Ramona’s chin, giving her cheek a peck. “with care” she moved to kiss the tip of Ramona’s nose. “𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦” then a soft kiss on the lips. Ramona was a bit taken aback with the sudden confession.

“Love is a strong word choice, Liza.”

“What can I say, I’m a bold woman, Mona. Say, dinner?”

Ramona just smiled. Relieved to have her woman in her arms again. They spent the night talking—Elizabeth telling the story of her marriage with James—leaving out details that aren’t meant for Ramona to hear just yet. After dinner, the brunette drew a bath for the two of them to enjoy—drinking the wine Elizabeth brought.

“Dearest, when are you free to visit the hotel? And don’t tell me anytime, I would hate to disturb you from your artistry.” Ramona thought for a second. “Hm.. I think I’m free Saturday this week, what’s the occasion?” Elizabeth went silent for a while, seemingly thinking deep about something.

“I have something for you to see—to know.”

Ramona felt bit of tension.

“You make me nervous…”

“Oh no need to be nervous, Mona…It’s not anything negative, take it as an exploration of the unknown.”

Ramona honestly felt confused about the sudden proposition, but she can’t help but go with the flow of the blonde—letting her take the wheel blindly.

-𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎-

[fangirlinsince1998]

Rooftop escape

Hi guys. I literally have not written in about 2 years but had this weird as fantasy in the middle of class today (yes blame me and call a girl out) it is PURE FILTH of Ashton. So enjoy. 4.1K

I was dragging my feet towards my favourite rooftop bar. The last week had been upright hell; nothing could describe it better. I had picked a fight with my best friend over something that was so irrelevant (and now far too stubborn to make up) and had been broken up with by my situationship. I know, situationship, but this had been going on for about 7 months, so maybe I was absolutely off better without someone who wouldn’t even claim me as their own.

           Not to throw a pity party but that is why my feet were dragging towards the hotel’s luxurious rooftop bar. I deserved it. I deserved to sit just for one night to wallow in my own feelings whilst drinking a pint of my favourite beer and stare over the city.

The elevator chimed as we reached the 17th floor. There was a chill in the air but the October evening was beautiful and autumnal. Not a lot of people were situated on the roof but the waiter greeted me with a friendly smile and showed me to a table in the far corner. I thanked him briefly and sat down, grabbing my book and ordering a nice IPA. I know, who even am I, sitting with a book, in a bar by herself, but I needed this time right now, to not think about anything that was going on, and since it wasn’t busy at the bar I felt less watched and judged. The whole ‘you shouldn’t care what people think’ attitude had gotten on my last nerve, because I do care, I do care what people think of me and I will absolutely feel judged and called out.

           The waiter came over with the beer as I flipped a page: “just let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be right over there” he pointed by the entrance to the hotel. I nodded with a smile “thank you very much” as my eyes drifted back to the book. As I was sipping the beer I kept reading over the same sentences again and again without taking in what the words were saying. I sighed and put the book down, stole a few glances around, the bar had gotten a bit more crowded as the darkness was falling. I pulled out my tobacco and started rolling a cigarette as my phone chimed:

           I think we need to talk

That was all it said. The sender being the guy that had not even had the guts to ask me out properly. I sighed again and rubbed my eyes.

           There is nothing to talk about

I typed out and hit send before I could even overthink it. I deserved better, and I had finally realised that. It did take a breakup and a week of crying but deep down I knew that this was for the better. I rested my head in my hands for a few seconds before grabbing my lighter and lighting my cigarette. The smoke filling my lungs as my phone vibrated again, I rolled my eyes and looked down

           I know I made the call, but I regret now, I miss you

Obviously, he misses me, it’s a Friday night at 9pm, it is probably because he doesn’t want to go out or open up tinder to find another person to hook up with. I blew a puff of smoke out as I locked the phone again, not even taking the energy to respond to the message. Who does that. My heart ached at the thought, who just breaks up with someone just like that, and then a week later comes to terms with that that wasn’t what they wanted. Unreal.

           “Can I buy you a refill, you look like you need it” a voice chimed in with a small hint of a smile in the tone. I looked up as I took another drag of my cigarette, staring at the not even just handsome, but beautiful man in front of me: “Is it that obvious that I need one?” I chimed back. He chuckled softly brushing his curls out of his face, “is it rude if I say yes?” I smiled at the response, humour, “well kind of but you are also absolutely right”. He stood still watching me for a second as I took another drag of the cigarette, almost finishing it off, “wanna talk about it?” I looked at him, “you know, I normally don’t do myself in spilling my guts to strangers”, my defences where kicking in a little but I was also intrigued by the sheer boldness of the handsome man.

           “Well what about spilling your guts to a friend?” he reached his hand out, as if we had meant to be meeting, “Ashton”, I smiled as I took his hand. His hand being almost the double of mine, his fingertips feeling rough against my palm as he slid his hand into mine, “you know, that doesn’t sound too bad” I smiled, “Y/N”. His face broke into a grin as he retreated his hand and turned around, “ill grab you that drink”.

Here we were 3 hours later, had chatted through literally every single topic in the world. He had heard the story about my ex-situation and my best friend, and probably every single scenario that had caused hurt in the last 2 years of my life, whilst he had shared his insecurities about his lifestyle as a musician, being sober and ex-partners. I was on my 4th pint as he rolled up a joint for himself. He held it towards me “want a puff?” I giggled, heat rising to my cheeks, “no I don’t really smoke, it makes me super anxious”, he grinned, “well pick your poison I guess”, I held my glass up, “cheers to that”.

           Under the table his legs extended and brushed against mine, a small sigh left my lips as I dwelled on the innocent move. His eyes locked with mine, staring me down, as if he was staring deep into my soul. His leg brushing up against mine again. This time it had to be on purpose. He took a long drag from is joint. I don’t know if it was the few drinks that gave me the courage, but the words left my mouth before I could even stop them: “You do this often?” he raised an eyebrow as he exhaled the smoke in my direction, “what do you mean,” “I mean come to the rooftop bars of hotels, use your rockstar charm to get to know girls, making it seem all innocent,” “You think I have rockstar charm?” I rolled my eyes “that was absolutely not what I needed you to focus on in that question,” he chuckled and hummed, the sound going straight to my brain and core. His foot hooked behind my leg and pulled it closer to him. My breathing stopped for just a split second before he continued:

           “No Y/N, I don’t do this often,” he leaned back as he finished his joint, “so what makes this time different,” I held my breath, not wanting to push him too far, “who would I be to pass on a pretty face like yours when you’re sitting here by yourself” my cheeks started to heat up as I kept eye contact with him, “I have a pretty face?” it was his turn to roll his eyes, “that is what you focused on in that sentence,” I leaned in on my elbows closer to him, “yes that is what I will focus on”, he copied my movements and moved in closer to me, his chin resting on his palms, the tension in the air filling with electricity as his other leg hooked behind my other under the table,

           “yes baby, you have a fucking pretty face, and you don’t need me to tell you that,” I could feel his eyes going from my eyes to my lips and back up again. His tongue poked out as he licked his lips. My eyes following his every move. “So do you,” I blurted out, “I have a pretty face?” his voice low, I leaned in a little closer and whispered “you don’t even know” from here I could see every freckle on his face and every little frown line he had as he was staring me down. His face inching closer to mine, and for just a second I thought he was going to kiss me there and then. But he pulled back, breaking the connection just a little bit as he cleared his throat, “this is really going to sound like I do this often, but I do have a hotel room in the hotel if you want to relocate, it is getting quite chilly,” a small giggle left my lips, “quite chilly” I murmured, we both knew that was absolute bs but I took it, “yeah babe, that sounds like a plan,” a look of relief washed over his face as he pushed himself away from the table and stood up waiting for me.

I packed my book back into my bag and grabbed my phone heading towards him. His eyes locked with mine, and just for a second the whole world disappeared around us. In that moment, it was only us. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a while, but maybe it was just the alcohol speaking and the fact that the tall handsome man was walking next to me. He glanced down at me as he pressed the elevator button. Few seconds passed and the doors opened smoothly. We got in on opposite sides, as he pressed the button 10.

           I couldn’t for the life of me figure out if the tension in the air was awkward or if it was the sexual frustration of two adults not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. I gazed over at him and met his eyes instantly. His eyes locked straight into mine as he had already been staring.

           “Fuck it,” he whispered as he crossed the elevator in a big stride and pushed me up against the wall as his lips crashed against mine. For just a split second I was flabbergasted, not too sure what was going on, but it was only that one second it took before my hands grasped at his roots as I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. He broke away for a moment to catch his breath before leaning back in, this time taking his time. His lips moulded into mine as he sucked onto my bottom left. A soft whine escaped my lips as he pushed he harder into the wall behind me. His body firm and big against mine. I opened my mouth further as his tongue slowly slipped into my mouth, timid and exploring; taking his time as he deepened the kiss. The ding of the elevator got us pushing each other away and taking deep frantic breaths.

           He looked at me and started laughing softly, “I’m sorry,” he paused “I just couldn’t help myself,” I looked him dead in the eye as I responded “good,” “good” he said back is he grabbed for my hand and dragged me out the open doors towards one of the room doors.

As soon as the key card opened the door he was on me again. My centre pulsating at the mere thought of this stunning man claiming his mouth on mine. He slammed shut the door as he unbuttoned my jacket I was wearing, throwing it down behind him carelessly and pushing me against the wall. His hands groping for my wrists finally finding them and guiding the above my head, “I know we haven’t talked this through” he whispered in my ear, goosebumps erupting all over my body, “and I need you to tell me if anything is not working for you,” I swallowed “but all I can think about is how badly I need to fuck you,” not sure to even test the waters on what this man was into I just spoke my mind, “I need you to do that, hard and rough, can you do that for me baby,” I moaned back as his lips latched onto my neck.

           He paused for just a second which made me think I had said something wrong, or that he wasn’t into rough sex, but then I could physically feel his lips curving up in a smile, “oh look at who is being a good girl, are you sure you can handle that,” I had to squeeze my thighs together as the words good girl reached my ears, “why don’t you see for yourself Ashton, and I’ll show you what a good girl I can be,” as the words left my mouth he moaned out loud. I don’t think I have every heard anything quite as attractive before, but he didn’t even give me time to dwell upon it before his lips were back on mine, his tongue invading my mouth deliciously. I moaned in response, trying to get my hands away from his grasp to touch him.

He shook his head as he released my hands that instantly fell to his jacket and started unzipping it. I dropped to the floor, just as the same time he did. Down on his knees, my hands now in his hair as I looked at him in anticipation. I tucked on the roots as he let out a growl, before dragging his large hands from my ankles, up my thighs and under my skirt. He pulled at the nylon tights I was wearing and tore them down my legs in a swift motion. His breath was fanning over my core, I could feel it even through the layer of my skirt and my cotton thong I was wearing. I closed my eyes briefly, but opened them quickly as his palms spread out over my thighs, the tips of his fingers lingering at the hem of my thong.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, I gulped, as I my eyes found his again, pupils fully blown as he lifted my skirt and scrunched it in his hands, making our eye contact last. His face leaned in closer as his poked out his tongue and licked a strip from my clothed core to my clit. Even through the fabric of my panties and obscene moan left my lips. His nose nudged my clit as he went in one more time, dampening my underwear even more than it already was. I pulled at his hair, and his hum in response made my knees buckle and my eyes shut.

“Didn’t I say eyes on me,” he spoke harshly, clearly watching my every move, “yes” I breathed out. He pulled his face away from my still clothed core “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me,” I swallowed harshly, “I am,” I breathed out, fully knowing this was not the response he wanted from me.

           “I don’t think you are,” he got to his feet swiftly, towering over me pushing me towards the desk, bumping me into it harshly. I let out a gasp, his hands let go of my skirt and travelled up my body, dragging my top off and throwing it on the floor with the other discarded items. His hands cupping my breasts before on travelled up to my mouth, tracing my lips before gently pushing the digits in. I moaned as I took the invitation and sucked his thumb into my mouth with pleasure and for just a second his eyes glazed over as I worked my tongue over his fingers sucking it harshly, imagining what I’d rather have in my mouth instead. His other hand travelling up the valley of my breast towards my neck.

           We both knew this was unspoken territory and he was testing the waters, and as my eyes darkened as his big hand wrapped around my neck he smiled, “you are full of surprises” he exhaled as I let go off his finger to let out a strangled breath whilst he put more pressure on my throat. “Look at you,” he whispered as he dragged is finger down my breasts and over my hardened nipples. He spun me around harshly, making me face the mirror behind us “no literally, look at you,”

I made eye contact with myself in the mirror, as his hand around my throat lifted me towards him, his front pressing against my back, as he got closed and slowly bit down on my earlobe. His breath fanning across the side of my face made me moan again, the tension in the air was unbearable. I needed him now. Right now. My eyes took him in behind me, his large frame draped over mine, his hand squeezing my throat harder as for just a second my breath stopped. Every single cell in my body was tingling waiting for his next move.

           “You’re looking so fucking pretty for me, all desperate,” he sighed as he rutted against me. I could feel his hard on press against my back side, “are you gonna do something about it, or does a girl have to do everything by herself” I shot back. He pulled me closer to him as his hips started grinding into me harder. “Watch your mouth,” He responded, “or else?” I shot back, “be a good boy for me and fuck me,”.

           Even to that he had no come back as his hands left my body for a split second to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. His fingers hooked in my thong pulling it to the side. I was watching him through the mirror as he stared down at my heat, probably at this point drenching me so badly it could probably be seen smeared on the insides of my thighs. “What has gotten you this wet baby,” his eyes locked with mine through the mirror, and just as I was about to respond, he dragged his fingers down my slick folds.

           I moaned out loud, not being able to stop myself, his eyes never leaving my face, “you.” I breathed out. “You have gotten me this wet, since the moment you sat down at that stupid table”. He chuckled clearly happy with the response. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the two digits in, he hummed in response, my eyes glued to his every move, “tasting even better than I imagined,”

“You know what, I think I’d feel even better than you’d imagined too,” he tutted, “getting impatient are we now,” his tip slowly dragging through my folds, and just before I could respond he pressed his tip in. My head fell down hanging on my shoulders as I moaned out. I had always been vocal but the noises this man was hearing was far more than I normally let out. I just couldn’t help it, he lit every single part of my body on fire, making me more alert than ever.

           “yes just like that baby,” I whispered as I lifted my head back up to look at him, His eyes staring down at were our bodies were connected. He pushed in further, my heat clenching around him harder than ever, burning but in the most delicious way. “Yes you’re taking me so well,” he breathed out, as he also bottomed out. To say I was so wet I was dripping down my thighs was an understatement, making his entrance smooth.

           “Look at me while I fuck you” he moaned out as he pulled out and slammed back in. I sighed in relief as he started pounding into me. My boobs moving back and forth harshly before his one hand grabbing me under them pulling me flush against him. “I fucking love this” he moaned as he through the mirror was eyeing my nipple piercing adorning my right breast. Our eyes met in the mirror as his other hand grabbed my hair pulling it harshly to get me closer to him, if even physically possible. I swore under my breath as a stream of profanities and praises “yes Ash, just like that, don’t stop” and obviously feeding into my praises to the fullest he moaned out louder “you feel fucking incredible,” as he sped up, thrusting into me harder.

           The vein on the underside of his cock rubbing against my walls so harshly I wasn’t even sure how long I’d last. His hand from my breast apparently read my mind as it snaked its way down my stomach as he toyed with my clot, “yes, cum for me,” he let out a strangled breath, “I can feel you are close,” I moaned at the pure attention he was giving to me, eating it up and for a brief second just thinking, man I really deserved someone like this always, someone who pays attention and makes it happen. But before the stream of thought could continue he head fell against my shoulder has he pounded into me, my knees turning into jelly as he bit down on my neck. I moaned louder, “fuck,” I gasped out as he latched his tongue over his bite mark. His lips afterwards connecting further with my neck, sucking and biting down as his rhythm was slowing down.

           “Ashton,” I moaned out, his eyes shotting up meeting mine in the mirror, “I’m so close,” I whispered, and as if he just fully understood “what do you need from me,” he panted in between thrusts. “Your hands,” I whispered as my core was tightening, “what about them baby, tell me where you need them,” even in this moment his teasing didn’t stop.

           “Around my neck,” he hummed clearly waiting for me to beg, and I gladly did at this point, “please choke, me, please I need your hands on my throat,” he smiled as he picked up his thrusts going into me harder, his front slapping into my ass hardly clearly chasing his own high.

His hands settled on my neck, as just as he intensified the pressure of them on me, I came. And I came hard, moans and fucks leaving my mouth as he was fucking me through the orgasm. Even as my vision started to clear up again, his hand still squeezing my neck, I reached up behind me, and grabbed his hair, pulling harshly, my lips catching his in an awkward open mouthed kiss just needing him closer, needing to taste him.

           His forehead hit mine as our sweaty skin connected, “come on baby, cum for me” I whispered as he pounded into me further. “Be a good boy,” I continued and apparently that was all he needed as well, he pulled out swiftly and spilled his hot cum on my backside as the most delicious moans were leaving his lips.

           I stared at him transfixed by his beauty has his eyes were wired shut as he came down from his high. His body collapsing over mine in an instant. His breath fanning against the side of my face as our breathing synchronized of us both coming down from our highs.

He lifted his head to look at me, a grin spreading all over his face as he blew a strand of curly hair away from his forehead, as he pealed himself away from me. I sighed at the loss of his body against mine but was quickly turned around. He was facing me his hands cupping my cheeks, as bent down and planted a slow and steady kiss on my mouth, lingering on the feeling.

           “You are fucking incredible, do you know that” I smiled as I kissed him again, opening my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. Not rushing through it this time, taking our time, exploring each other with more care. My heart swelled at the act. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he sighed, sounding almost as sad as I felt about not kissing him anymore. Something in me was aching, “and then let’s go to bed” he continued reading my thoughts once again; as if he felt the sadness of the hook-up being over and separating our ways. I smiled gently as I cupped his face, and kissed him slowly, “that sounds wonderful,”

To be continued…..

[italianwithanattitude]

The Fourth Emeritus PT 2

So ig ya’ll liked it? Who knows, but I wanna write so here ya go.

PAPAIV x DOMFEM!READER

Warnings: Smut.

You now had Copia pushed up against his wall with your hand down his pants. 

“Oh mio dio, tesoro.” Copia muttered, his head leaned back in ecstasy. His hands were perched right above your ass, digging his fingers into your flesh. You worked your hand up and down his shaft, running your thumb along his slit eliciting a shiver from his body. “I’m going to cum if you don’t slow down, Y/N.” He panted.

“You don’t cum till I tell you. Got it?” He nodded in agreement his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Hey!” Your grip tightened on his cock. His eyes shot open to look at you. “Use your words.”

“Yes. Yes Sister. Not until you say.” He choked out, thrusting up into your hand to make you move it again. 

“Good, Copia. Now get on the bed.” You extracted your hand from his pajama bottoms to point at the bed. With no hesitation he positioned himself on the bed. You removed your habit and veil and climbed on top of him. 

“Santa merda, Sister Emeritus. You're beautiful.” He gawked at your figure.

“I know darling. Now, since this is our first time together I’ll let you choose. How do you want to cum?” You said quietly, leaning down so close your breathes mixed. He looked surprised at your question, but you stayed still awaiting his answer. 

“Ehm, can I- May I- Er- finish in your mouth.” He spoke in a mousy voice. “Ma’am.” You felt arousal pool in your underwear with the way he finished his sentence. He must’ve been able to tell you liked that because you saw the confidence return to his features. 

“As you wish.” You smiled, slowly backing up till your face was level with his crotch. You quickly pulled down his pants and let his cock spring free. He looked down at you with his beautiful eyes. You slowly took him into your mouth as far as you could without gagging. He threw his head back relishing in the new feeling. 

“Cazzo, you feel so good.” His sentence came in a groan. Eventually, you began to bob your head and hollow your cheeks. It wasn’t long before Copia was a whining, shaking mess, seeing that he was already on edge earlier. “Ay! Cara mia, Can I come? P-please!” Copia begged. You were impressed with how obedient he was. 

“Sí. Cum for me Copia.” You spoke before wrapping your glossy lips back around him. Copia came with a cry as his legs trembled. You swallowed his release before standing to meet his eyes once more. 

“Satana, Sister.” Copia was out of breath before he pulled you into a hungry kiss. You pulled away just for a moment.

“We should do this more often.”

[obkk-everytime]

Okay i will be the first one to say that boiling down everything to sex is boring af, and that Obito's anger at Kakashi has nothing to do with sexual tension but- But!

Hear me out;

Angry! (Slightly?) Sadistic! Tobi x Tied up Kakashi 

Angry! (Slightly???) Sadistic! Tobi x Tied up Kakashi

Angry! (Slightly) Sadistic! Tobi x Tied up Kakashi

[duskandstarlight]

any spoiler of chapter 34 ??? please

IC dinner Nesta wears red Nesta finds Rhys Cassian gets jealous of Sala giving Az her attention Smut smut smut smut smut smut smut

[radiowallet]

Live shot of me planning the next chapters of PWC.

[inkblue-computerhead]

why is everyone always so horny like damn bitch, get a hobby 

[oddsocksandstuff]

Last line

Tag game, officially tagged by @samanddeaninpanties but also saw @shealynn88 post 😃

Post the last line you wrote! This is from my Sastiel WIP (Undone), chapter 5 coming up soon:

"As he worked Cas over with his tongue he urged Cas to shuffle out of his boxers, before ripping them past his ankles at the last moment in a rush that made Cas jolt."

Added in during some editing when I realised I never removed the rest of Cas's clothing. Continuity error avoided 😂.

@deeranger @maqcyloup @omgbubblesomg if you want to play. Or anyone else too!