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mickimagnum · 5 months

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Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Two (Part One)

Venessa: "Welcome all to Echo Valley Ranch. As you know, this will be your home for the duration of the challenge, or if Devin doesn't feel the connection, until you're eliminated. This is Devin's home, so we ask that you be respectful."

Venessa (continues): "The challenge will take place over 6 weeks and will include challenges that award solo dates with Devin. There will also be group dates and some short one-on-one time each week during cocktail parties prior to eliminations, so use your time wisely to try to get to know our Bachelorette and make that connection. Lastly, input from our audience can influence the outcome of the challenge through weekly polls, so it's important to make a good impression on them as well."

Venessa (continues): "But for tonight, you'll each get some special one-on-one time with Devin so you can get to know each other a little better. You've already made your first impressions. Now it's time to go a little deeper. You don't have a lot of time here, so make every moment together count. Devin?"

Devin: "I just want to thank each of you for being here. I know this is an unusual situation we've all put ourselves in, in the name of love, but I'm grateful to all of you for giving this, and me, a chance."

Devin (continues): "So, tonight, and really throughout this experience, just be yourselves. Don't hold back. Let's really get to know each other and see if we have that special connection we're all here looking for."

Devin (continues): "I'm excited to get to know all of you. Let's make this a fun, unforgettable experience, alright?"

*the guys cheer in response*

*as Venessa leaves Stan is the first on his feet and approaches Devin*

Stan: "You know, Ms. Delaney, we're the ones who should be grateful that you're giving us all a shot."

Devin: "Please, just call me Devin, Stan."

Stan: "Yes, ma'am...Devin," *grins to himself following his slip-up* "I was hoping to have a moment of your time. Maybe you could introduce me to your horse if it's not too much trouble?"

*A wide smile breaks out across Devin's face*

Devin: "I would love to. Follow me, she's right outside in the pasture."

*the camera cuts to Devin and Stan outside. Devin is affectionately cradling her horse's muzzle while Stan looks on, grinning.*

Devin: "This is Gale. And I don't want you to be jealous, but she's my original soulmate."

Stan: "Ah, that's alright. I wouldn't dream of coming between a woman and her horse. It's a sacred bond."

*At that, Gale plods toward James, lowers her head and nudges his shoulder*

Stan: "Well, howdy there, girl," *he begins scratching her neck, which Gale accepts readily*, "Oh, you like that, do ya?"

*Devin takes a step back and watches the two bond, clearly pleased by how quickly the two are taking to each other*

Devin: "You're good with her. You've spent some time around horses, haven't you?"

Stan: "Yessum. I have a ranch, too. I share it with my own girl. Her name's Nutmeg."

*Devin can't help but smile hearing his horse's name*

Devin: "Nutmeg? That is really cute."

*Stan chuckles*

Stan: "She is cute if I do say so myself. And a damn fine horse. Wanna see a picture of her?"

Devin: "Yeah! Of course I do!"

*Stan pulls his phone from his pocket, queues up a photo of Nutmeg, and shows it to Devin*

Devin: "Wow, she is impressive. She's a Nez Perce, right?"

Stan (impressed): "Good eye. She is."

Devin: "Do you compete or use her for ranch work?"

Stan: "Ah, just pleasure ridin' and ranch work, really. She does good helping me keep the goats in line...as much as anyone can."

*Devin looks up and smiles at Stan*

Devin: "Oh, you have goats?"

Stan: "Yeah. Dairy goats. Mischievous little things. But, I love 'em."

Devin: "My grandmother had goats when I was growing up. There was never a dull moment with them around. I don't know how many screen doors she had to replace over the years...anytime she was late feeding them, they'd start headbutting the heck out of that door because they knew it'd motivate her to do the right thing, as they saw it, anyway."

*Devin shakes her head and smiles in recollection*

*Stan chuckles*

*There is a moment of silence between them*

Stan: "Alright. You said you don't like boring and our time together here is, unfortunately, limited. So, let's cut to the chase. Tell me something weird about yourself."

*Devin looks bewildered for a moment before regaining her composure*

Devin: "Umm...okay," *pauses for a moment to think* "I saw a Bigfoot when I was fourteen."

*Stan looks stunned and staggers backwards for dramatic effect*

Stan: "What?! Alright, you can't just drop a bomb like that on someone and not tell them the full story!"

*Devin laughs and hides her face behind her hand*

Devin: "I can't believe I'm about to admit this on national TV."

*Stan moves closer to her and then waves the camera away*

Stan: "No, no. Just pretend like they're not there. I need to hear this. I've always been fascinated with the Sasquatch."

Devin: "Seriously?"

*Stan nods*

Stan: "Seriously."

*Devin draws in a deep breath and looks into his pleading eyes*

Devin: "Fine. Like I said. I was fourteen. My Dad, uncle, and I were riding through the mountains on horseback because we were going camping and it's the best way to get around up there. They were ahead me, by maybe a quarter of a mile. And then I saw it, as I was crossing a low river. It was just sitting on a rock, squatting next to the water, maybe 50 feet away from me. It looked like it was breaking apart clams or something. I stopped my horse in our tracks and just stared. And when it noticed me, it stood up, we made eye contact, and then it turned and walked off, disappearing behind some rocks. I'd never been so scared in my life. It was freaking HUGE. And it wasn't a person in a suit. And it wasn't a bear or a monkey or any of the common write-offs you hear about. It was Yeti Di Kluii."

Stan: "Yeti Di Kluii?"

Devin: "It's what my people call Bigfoot."

*Stan nods*

Stan: "Well, that, is an incredible story. I wish I'd seen it."

Devin: "It was life changing, but I don't tell people because most of them wouldn't believe me," *she pauses and smiles at Stan* "Alright, it's your turn."

Stan: "Well, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed after your weird fact, but...," *now he pauses to think* "I have a paralyzing fear of cowplants."

*Devin's mouth open, closes slightly, and she smiles*

Devin: "Oh, no! That's....so endearing. But also, understandable. I mean, they're aliens....that will eat you!"

Stan: "Exactly! They're not cute cuddly friends..."

Devin: "...Unlike goats."

Stan: "Well. I don't know you can exactly contrast the two."

*Both laugh in unison*

*as the laughter dies down, Devin sighs and glances back toward the house*

Devin: "Well, I suppose I should make my way back in there. Give these other fellows a chance to chat me up."

Stan: "I mean, you don't have to, do you?"

Devin: "It's probably in my contract in something."

Stan: "Well, if that's the case, I guess I'll let you get back to it. As always, it was a pleasure, Devin."

*he then leans forward and plants a kiss on her cheek*

Devin: "Until next time, cowboy."

*Devin turns and makes her way back into the house*

Stan (to Gale): "There she goes, girl. The woman of my dreams."

Stan (in diary room): *takes off his hat, runs his fingers through his hair, then shimmies it back onto his head* "I don't know what to say. Devin is a special girl. I've enjoyed every minute I've gotten to spend with her so far. I've never met a woman this easy to talk to. And I definitely feel a connection. Boy howdy, I hope she feels it too."

Devin (in diary room): "I like Stan. He's got this down-to-earth quality mixed with eccentricity that I find fascinating. And I do feel like we have a good connection; it feels easy. I'm just not sure yet if it's romantic or more on a friendship level. It worries me that we don't have a lot of time to figure it out. I guess we'll have to see what happens next, won't we?"

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trickyliltrager · 1 month

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Always Right There

[If you were lucky enough to grow up with SAMCRO then you were lucky. I was born into the Trager family, but my godparents did most of my raising. Having Luann and Otto Delaney taking care of me was the biggest blessing. When I got the text from @biteofchaos with an update about @ofpetalsnash, I cried. I cried for the fact that Kenny and Ellie were in the same boat I was in as a little kid. When I asked for something to do, Nan shot me a huge list of things that both kids would need.

“Teacup! Are you okay?”

I was so startled by Juice’s question I nearly dropped my damn phone.]

Shit! I’m sorry, yeah, I’m good. This shit with Kenny and Ellie is stirring up some bad memories for me.

[Juice wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the side of my neck.

“I’m sorry, Teacup, I know this is hard for you. I promise you; it’ll all work out.”

I turned my head to look at Juice.]

Why do you call me Teacup?

[Juice laughed and kissed my neck again.

“I call you that because you’re small and cute. I could stuff you in my back pocket.”

I swatted at him gently.]

You ass!

[My comment was met with a gentle kiss.

“You love me, Teagan James.”

I did love the stupid ass especially when he could read like no one else.]

What’s your point, Carlos?

[The whisper in my ear made me turn bright red.

“My point is, I love you and I’m here for you. Even with the bad shit going on in your head? I’m right here, Teacup.”

I turned around and wrapped my arms around Juice as tight as I could.]

Thank you, I need that. Nan gave me a list of things to buy for the kids. Do you want to come with me?

[The smile Juice gave me made my heart race.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Teacup.”

If I didn’t love Juan Carlos Ortiz already, he certainly made sure that I was well on my way there.]

#soa rp

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 2 years

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TH Characters as Writers

TH Masterlist

Tag list: @buttercup32sstuff @potter-solomons @zablife @ilovemanypeople @vir-tual @liliac-dreamer @alikaheroes

I was inspired by @hecatemoon87‘s TH Characters as series and oddly, in particular, her Tom Hardy characters as vampires post. So... let’s just say some writers have a side they keep hidden.

Now, I might one day write individual little pieces for each of these or perhaps a whole fic (because we all know I struggle with doing one-shots). However, for now, this is what I came up with.

James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’

Genres: Mysticism & Horror

Possessing a taste for cruelty and rumoured to be a vampire, James has everyone (publishers, agents, fans) quaking in their boots. The fact he seems to know an awful lot about what’s generally seen as ‘savage’ and ‘dark magick’ only feeds his image in the public eye.

His writing style is reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe and the dark Gothic genre, the stories often set in the shadows of the Victorian era. They feel so life-like you’d think he’d actually experienced his own stories, but surely he’s just done a lot of research and done it very well.

Right?

James is very closed off from the public and strays away from social media. Any account on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or whatever other platform claiming to be him is fake. The only person he ‘talks’ (in his own way) to and occasionally gets him out of the house is his neighbour. She’s his proofreader and grateful for him escorting her to and from work (she’s supporting herself by working a waitress and singer on Friday nights), but the relationship remains difficult because she can’t get a read on him. He supports her small business and often can be found in her vicinity.

If you saw the both of them and read between the lines of his novel Taboo, you’d notice the female protagonist is eerily similar to her while the character’s counterpart resembles him.

Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’

Genre: Romance

Alfie works under the pen name Edna Spector to prevent the men working at his bakery from finding out about his hidden side. The only one who knows the real face behind the name on the covers is a young female barista who works at a café he’s fond of, close to his bakery. It’s also with her he exchanges books and sometimes goes bookshop hopping. Totally not dating her, no, not at all.

Or are they?

Though he might not show it and the novels by other writers are carefully stowed away in his home, but Alfie is an absolute sucker for bakery love stories. So it’s no wonder the majority of his are exactly what he loves and they tend to have a very smutty side. No one’s complaining, though.

Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’

Genres: True crime & biography

The Kray twins are among the most famous (or, rather, infamous) co-authors in the publishing industry. They’ve made good money with their biography and now also write books to offer an insight into England’s underworld. It’s rumoured Ron still partakes in what goes on in the shadows, but Reggie claims they’ve both gone fully legal.

Eames ‘The Gentleman’

Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi

No one but his publishing house and agent know his true identity. Described as Loki incarnate, Eames is THE gentleman among British writers. While his charm has influenced the acceptance of his manuscripts, it’s still mostly his natural talent for the pen that’s made him come this far.

Underlined by realism, Eames’s stories take place in a more dystopian version of our world and explores the possibilities of technology. His debut novel, Inception, is still a bestseller to this day.

Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’

Genre: Non-Fiction

Eddie is a journalist gone author who writes about current affairs. More often than not, his books border on true crime and have led to the downfall of some powerful people and companies. Therefore, it isn’t surprising each new release causes at least some controversy and leads to a heated debate.

He has the odd tendency to talk to himself, but most people write it off as a ‘writer thing’ and think he’s simply thinking out loud or talking through scenarios for his book.

A little known fact about Eddie is that he’s secretly a fan of fluffy romance and especially Edna Spector’s. As soon as a new book by the author is up for pre-order, he’s one of the first to place an order. Now, he could do it himself, using his laptop. However, Eddie visits the independently run bookshop he frequents to support its owner (on who he secretly has a crush). It’s also here where he can often be found working on a new book, sitting in the romance section, or, if it’s Monday, helping out with the weekly shipment.

Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’

Genre: Thriller

Leo is an ex-KGB agent who uses his own experiences for his detective/spy series, which is set in the country he once called home. After losing his wife to the Russian regime, the widower fled from Russia. The decision was also in part due to his unwillingness to partake in the war with Ukraine.

The British stiff upper lip is easier to break through than the walls Leo has erected around himself. The only person or, rather, thing who knows him best is his keyboard. Sounds strange, but he bought one that’s like a typewriter since it reminds him of his grandfather’s typewriter he used to use to write letters. Although, perhaps there’s one person he occasionally shows what lies beneath the cold and distant attitude: his agent. And she’s known him long enough to pick up on the hidden hints of distress between the lines of his stories.

He has co-written a book with the Kray Twins about the ties between Russia, the Russian underworld and the English criminal underbelly.

Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’

Genre: Urban fantasy

Bob bases his stories on what happens during his shifts at the pub he works at as a barman. To think of it, it was only a matter of time before he’d turn to writing because he certainly has the classic ‘writer personality’. He’s a bit of a dreamer, shy, and quiet. However, he tends to be chatty when he drops by his favourite café for breakfast after a late-night shift or is hungover. Although, it should be noted he’s only like that when a particular girl is at work. She’s the only person he’s fond of in a way he’s never been of anyone else and it leaves him puzzled. All that he knows is that he enjoys her company and values her feedback. Also, in his words, she smells nice. Really, really nice.

His most popular book is about Tom, a werewolf barman who saves the girl he has a crush on from a Victorian vampire. It’s rumoured a spin-off is in the works focusing on the relationship between the two.

By the way, has anyone else noticed he isn’t on duty when there’s a full moon?

Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’

Genre: Adventure

Forrest isn’t good with words, that is, when it comes to talking. However, on the page, he has a natural flow in which each word is chosen with purpose. So it seems anyways, but if you’d ask him about his style and vocabulary choices you’ll get nothing more than a shrug and a “I write, that’s all there is to it.”

His main inspirations are Defoe’s Robin Crusoe, Henri Charriére’s Papillon and Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (also a source of inspiration for James Delaney). Henceforth, his protagonists often find themselves out in the wild with all the dangers it accompanies. Moreover, and only his wife knows how unashamed he is in this, he loves the Indiana Jones, Assassin’s Creed and Uncharted franchises so there’s often the hunt for some lost artefact in his tales. Also, yes, he loves video games. He might not be good at them, but nothing beats a night filled with beer and gaming (preferably with his wife).

Two little treasures I found;

#Tom Hardy #Facepuller #Alfie Solomons #Eddie Brock #Reggie Kray #James Delaney #Eames #Forrest Bondurant #Ron Kray #Bob Saginowski #Leo Demidov

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imagineandimagine · 10 months

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Who are we lusting after lately?(I wanna write a smut-shot but I can’t make up my mind who to write about):

1. Alfie (Peaky Blinders)

2. James Delaney (Taboo)

3. Someone from Good Omens

4. Obi-Wan, Anakin

5. Miguel O’hara

6. Someone from Marvel(Tony Stark, Cap)

7. Someone from Star Wars

8. Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

9.One of Andy Serkis’s characters

10. Other (comment who)

#peaky blinders #star wars #miguel o'hara #marvel #tony stark #Steve Rogers #james delaney #good omens #smut

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cinebration · 2 years

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Opening Requests!

Hi, everyone! I am opening requests again! Please read the rules carefully before submitting your request(s).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

#requests #Oscar Isaac x Reader #Pedro Pascal x Reader #Diego Luna x Reader #Christian Bale x Reader #Henry Cavill x Reader #Tom Hardy x Reader #Sebastian Stan x Reader #Chris Evans x Reader #Ewan McGregor x Reader #Oscar Isaac imagine #Pedro Pascal imagine #Diego Luna imagine #Christian Bale imagine #Henry Cavill imagine #Tom Hardy imagine #Sebastian Stan imagine #Chris Evans imagine #Ewan McGregor imagine

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hecatemoon87 · 1 year

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One Shot

Warnings ⚠️ smut

"Just a tree then?" I asked, following my new husband about the house.

"No," James said, flatly.

"But why? I don't understand it. Brace, can you please explain why my husband is being so difficult about Christmas?" I asked, stopping in the kitchen with my hands on my hips.

Brace was peeling some potatoes for a stew, trying to mind his own business.

"Uh, the lad is complicated, mistress. Best do as you're told," Brace said.

"I most absolutely will not," I said and stormed off to the entryway, only to find James securing his hat to his head and heading for the door.

"Oh no you don't," I protested, centering myself in his path.

"Y/N, I do not have time for this," James growled, looking down on me.

His gaze could be so intimidating. In fact, when I had first met him, he scared me. But he had shown a different side to me than he had to other people. I agreed to marry him this past autumn and was excited to celebrate the Christmas season with him. But I was now finding out he did not like Christmas.

"Don't you dare tell me you don't have time for me! I hardly see you because you come home so damn late! Is there someone else? I mean, we haven't made love in a month! Tell me at least why I cannot decorate the house and have Christmas!" I shouted, now on the brink of tears.

James sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Fine, decorate as you please. I have been absent because I am busy with several sensitive business transactions. They will be complete soon and I shall be yours again. Does this make you happy?"

"It does...I want to celebrate Christmas and..." I said, hesitant in adding my last request.

"And?"

I looked away a little bashfully. I hadn't meant to lose my temper or to reveal to the entire house that James was not attending me in the bedchamber.

He lifted a hand and tilted my chin up with a gloved finger.

"Say it," he said, his piercing blue eyes penetrating my soul, making my knees weak.

"And I want you to warm my bed sheets again," I said, trying to be as proper as possible in my request.

"No, tell me exactly what you want your husband to do," he said, his lips close to my own.

"James..." I whispered, feeling embarrassed but aroused.

"Do you want me to fill up your aching cunt with my cock, Y/N?"

I shivered with desire. "Yes."

"Hmmm, good. You can have your Christmas along with my cock in a week. For now, I am busy," he said, pecking my lips quickly with a kiss and leaving me in the hallway as he went to work.

--o--o--o--

Over the next week I commenced with decorating the house. I had Brace buy a tree, candles, red and green ribbons, holly and tinsel. I got to work ensuring it would look festive, but still tasteful.

James never mentioned a word about it all. And I only saw him briefly when he graced our bedroom to change his clothes at 1 a.m. and then head up to that accursed attic.

"Don't take it personal, mistress. James cares in his own way," Brace said one morning when James came down, didn't say a word to me and just left.

"If you mean to say not caring at all is his way, then yes, I suppose so," I said, sadly.

--oo--oo--

Soon enough it was Christmas eve and Brace had built a roaring fire in the living room. The fireplace mantle was covered in glowing candles, green garland and silver tinsel. The Christmas tree was aglow, gold and red, and it would seem Christmas was alive within the Delaney home.

But I sat alone, staring down at a Christmas party invitation that I knew would go to waste. Tears brimmed at my eyes and suddenly I wanted to tear it all down and watch it burn.

The front door opening broke me from my destructive melancholy and I stand up to see who it could be. James appeared before I could make it to the entry hall.

His black hat and coat were covered in snow. He brushed it off and hung them both up on the rack. I expected him to then go up to his beloved attic, so I turned my back to him and approached the fireplace. As I stared sadly into the flames, I felt him embrace me from behind.

He feels cold from the winter air, but I don't mind. His touch feels like heaven as I have been craving his attention for so long. He kissed my cheek and rocks me against his chest.

"It is done, I am all yours," he mumbled in my ear. He looks down in my hands and sees the invitation. "What's this?" He said, pulling it from my hands.

"It's nothing. You wouldn't be interested," I said pulling it from his fingers. But he didn't let go, instead he nestled his head in the crook of my neck and read it.

"You already look lovely, let me change and we will go," he said.

I turned to face him in shock. He never liked going to parties. Hell, he had issues attending our own wedding.

"No, maybe...maybe next time. I'm not in the mood," I said, taking the invitation from him successfully this time and tossing it in the fire. We watched as the flames hungrily devoured the parchment.

"You are angry," he said.

"I am hurt!" I snapped, my emotions bubbling up to the surface yet again.

He nodded and approached me, taking me into his arms.

"I am sorry. I'm not good at domestic life."

"No, you are not. Why were these business deals more important than me?"

"They are not. I'm ensuring that I provide a stable future for you and our children."

"What children? You haven't taken the time to ensure that we do have children," I scoffed.

"Where is Brace?" James asked, turning to walk to his chair. He sat down and started removing his boots.

"What? I don't know, he's out with his friends I suppose," I said.

That made James laugh. "He doesn't have friends."

He then got up and walked over to the palor doors. He closed them and secured the lock.

"James Delaney, what are you doing?" I asked, folding my arms.

"I am going to put a child in you, Mrs. Delaney," he said, coming back over to me.

I'm speechless as he pulled me into his arms. He kissed me, softly at first but in our desperation for the other's flesh the kiss grew rather passionate very quickly. As our tongues intertwined, we undressed each other in front of the fireplace.

He nipped at my neck and kissed my breasts. We settled on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Our naked bodies are entangled, my nipples were hard as was his cock. My moans of pleasure filled the room as James petted my clit, stimulating a torrent of my wetness to coat his hand.

"I want you dripping all over my cock," he said, pumping his fingers in and out of my aching cunt, his mouth hovering over mine.

"James," I moaned, breathlessly right before I climaxed.

I'm utterly dripping and James positioned himself between my legs. His cock aligned with my entrance and he plunged himself into my core.

His meat divided my folds and expanded my walls. He groaned with relief as my cunt milked his cock. James is very well endowed, so I had to spread my legs wider to take all of him.

He paused to give me kisses, soft and sensual. Having this man kiss you with his thick cock filling you up is pure bliss. He looked down at me lovingly, brushing his nose over mine.

"I cherish you, Mrs. Delaney," he said.

"And I, you," I whispered, then to tease him I clenched my walls around him causing him moan.

"You'd like me to continue, I see," he said, chucking

So he did. He railed my poor little cunt until I had another orgasm. The sound of my mewling was his tipping point and I felt him push up in me, his hot cum bursting forth from his tip, coating my womb. As he filled me with his seed he buried his face in the nook of my neck. His deep moans vibrating against my skin.

Once he was finished, he laid on his back and pulled me into his arms. My head rested on his chest and I closed my eyes.

"You are very good at decorating," he said.

"I know," I replied, nuzzling my cheek into his chest.

"I will be better, Y/N" he promised.

Six years later we are celebrating Christmas with our son who was conceived on this day, James Junior. After our son opened his gifts, James Senior sat on the floor and the two played together with the new toys. I held our three year old daughter, whom we have named Salish, and watched happily.

It seems now James enjoys Christmas 🎄 ❤️

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 2 years

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Drabble Challenge!

GUYS! I’m gonna do some drabbles for y’all!! Send me one or two numbers on this list for one of these lovely characters:

-James Delaney

-Tommy conlon

-Alfie Solomons

-Reggie Kray

-Forest Bondurant

-Eddie Brock

-Max Rockatansky

-Freddie Jackson

-Tuck Hansen

-Farrier

-Leo Demidov

-Bob Saginowski

-Ian Eames

-Mr. Hardy himself !

If you want any of our historic babies as modern, let me know! I’ll give it a shot!

Send as many as you’d like! I’m going to start on them tonight, and I’ll post when my asks are closed! Start sending em in!

#tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy #tom hardy x reader #reader insert #fluff #fic #tom hardy x you #request #alfie solomons #peaky blinders alfie #alfie solomons drabble #kamsdrabblechallenge

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dillydedalus · 1 year

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for the book asks: 3, 4, 11, 12, 16!

3. what were your top 5 books of the year? i feel like i had a kinda solid-to-good reading year where everything is p good but few things really stand out so this list is cheating a lil

1. JJEU (james joyce extended universe): rereads so they shouldn't count BUT by far my favourite reading experience of the whole year was reading ulysses (novel of all time) along with burgess's book on joyce & frank delaney's lovely lovely lovely podcast re:joyce (& a bunch of other stuff). also i'm pivoting from portrait to ulysses but stephen is still my babygirl. i haven't finished finnegans wake yet but we don't talk about that. 2. palliser/parliamentary series, anthony trollope. technically read half of these last year. i don't think this series is as consistent as barsetshire but it's also in some ways more interesting (especially re: women). but like i'm mainly here for silly soapy victorian comfort reading about thee #1 iconic girlboss/malewife couple of all time, lady glencora & planty 'most principled & delicate of men' pal (blorbo from my books) 3. solitud, víctor català. no freedom as wide-reaching & no captivity as total as the catalonian mountains (& being a woman, but that's mainly column b). don't remember this in great detail but remember loving the landscape writing & interiority of main character mila. 4. games without rules: the often interrupted history of afghanistan, tamim ansary. just a really good, compelling history of afghanistan that i enjoyed & learned a lot from. 5. broken earth trilogy, n.k. jemisin. everyone in the SFFsphere already knows this series rocks but yeah it really really does. also it allowed me to be a [redacted] truther & be right which is always fun.

4. did you discover any new authors that you love this year? i've had jo walton on my radar for a while but she literally wrote a book (tooth&claw) that can only be described as 'trollope but everyone's a dragon' bc trollope pissed her off so much. i love trollope obviously but that's valid & it was fun, so i shall read more from her. i also had a lot of fun with t. kingfisher's nettle & bone so i will be reading more from her as well.

11. what was your favourite book that has been out for a while, that you just now read? 'out for a while' is so broad how do i even answer this. the posthumous memoirs of brás cubas by machado de assis has been out long enough to become a newly rediscovered gem several times over and it is genuinely a lot of fun (& much shorter than tristram shandy) so that's one

12. any books that disappointed you? the undercurrents by kirsty bell combines memoir and the history of berlin through one specific building next to landwehrkanal (where the author lived for a while) & there's some interesting stuff in it but also the memoir parts feature a lot of complaining about how her altbau apartment (which she owns) is too big & has bad vibes and leaking pipes bc of historical trauma or whatever & sorry but in this economy???

16. what is the most over-hyped book you read this year? cursed bunny by bora chang (tr. anton hur) is a fine if not especially memorable collection of short stories. it's fine - *single pistol shot*

#the books i read #berlincorpography #sorry if this is not super coherent i'm still kinda ill #i guess cursed bunny used grotesque imagery and disgust to really Make the Reader Think but it didn't work on me

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hecatemoon87 · 1 year

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Greetings Friends! 🎄🎁❄️☃️

The holiday season is upon us! I personally don't celebrate Christmas, but the festive spirit is contagious and therefore I have started some drabbles/one shots. I have five completed, but I won't be releasing until December 1st!

Here is a sneak peek at what I have:

🍬Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🍫Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

✨️Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🎁Tommy Conlon: Christmas Presents

😈James Delaney: Scrooge

Planned, not written:

Ian Eames: First Snow

Leo Demidov: Title in the works

Alfie Solomons: Title in the works

Reggie Kray: Title in the works

As you know, I don’t technically do requests (cause of the pressure!!) But I love hearing suggestions nonetheless. Feel free to Ask or DM your thoughts, no guarantees, but it doesn't hurt to have a conversation 🙂 ❤

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #tom hardy smut #facepuller

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 2 years

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Masterlist

Here's my masterlist!! I'll update as a post more! My requests are pretty much always open but if I get too many at once it might take me a while to finish. I write for pretty much any Hardy character!

Alfie Solomons:

Series:

Part 1: While she was Sleeping

Part 2: The Dinner Date

Part 3: Moving In

Part 4: A Simple Life

Part 5: Betrayal

Part 6: Margate

The Good Girl and the Gangster:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

One shots:

New Employment

Baby Fever

Work Place Romance

Tommy Conlon:

The Diner Drama

The Gym

Freddie Jackson:

Freddie Gets Caught

Dog Rescue

James Delaney:

The Man I Can't Kill

Reggie/Ronnie Kray:

The Kray Brothers Learn to Share

Forrest Bondurant:

The New Girl

Eddie Brock:

Risky Cases

Office Blues

Ian Eames:

Jealousy

Leo Demidov:

Series:

The Search for Anne's Island (PT. 1)

Drabbles

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clementinesjourney · 3 years

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Masterlist

Hi guys! Here you can search from all my writings, i organize it based on pairings, characters.

My asks, submissions, and inbox are always open. Either it’s criticism, or just a friendly talk, or a request. Hit me up! :) I’d be happy to talk to any of you!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

My writings are not to be translated, copied, put on other platforms, or reposted without my consent. However reblogs are appreciated.

Stucky:

I’m not crazy (finished series):

Pt.1 - Escape

Pt.2 - The party

Pt. 3 - Sneaking out

Pt. 4 - Kisses

Pt. 5 - First mission

Pt. 6 - The start of forever

Record Shop Funk (finished series):

Pt. 1 Like real people do

Pt. 2 Let's pretend

Pt. 3 Coffee and cigarettes

Pt. 4 - R U Mine?

Still the mouth opens...

Bucky/Seb:

Old feelings new beginnings (one shot)

I'll even be a clown.. cause I just wanna amuse ya... (one shot)

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay. (one shot)

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone..(one shot)

I wanted to be alright.. (one shot)

It’s a men’s world (finished series):

Pt 1. The Urban Legend

Pt 2. A birthday and a wedding

Pt 3. Sweet as honey

Pt 4. Until tomorrow

Pt 5. The plaything and the Queen

Two weeks (finsihed series):

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

There is always a price (on-going):

Pt. 1.

Pt. 2.

Pt. 3.

Alfie Solomons/James Delaney/Tom Hardy:

The bookkeeper (finished series):

First part

Second part

Third part

Chris Evans/Steve:

Interviews

If i can’t have love..

Sunshine

See you again

Peaky Blinders:

The Grays (i)

Vikings:

Behind every earl is a strong woman (Ubbe)

ONE_SHOTS BASED ON MUSIC:

Big, bad, handsome man biker!henry cavill x reader

Why’d you only call me when you’re high Sam Wilson x reader

I've been Miss Misery since your goodbye Marcus Whitmore x reader

Favorite crime WS!Bucky x reader

#clementinesjourney masterlist

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noladyme · 3 years

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I am your MASTERlist...

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher, Netflix)

The Frog Princess She had no wish to be bound down to anyone, but Y/N none the less found herself being dragged across the continent; to marry King Foltest of Temeria. Instead of pomp and spectacle; she was accompanied by the witcher, Geralt of Rivia. Their travels would bring both monsters, lust, love; and heartache. All sound tracked by an endearing buffoon of a bard, named Jaskier. (Geralt x reader. TW: angst, violence, smut, fluff, assault, heartache, Jaskier fillingless pie singing): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - Epilogue

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Clark Kent (Man of Steel/Batman vs Superman)

xo - Red (Clark x reader one-shot. TW: explosions and fluffy fluff)

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Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

The Crown Princess of Charming Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. This Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life. (Jax x OC Cat. TW: angst, violence, smut, fluff, assault, drug use): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16

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Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Chess Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes. (Rick x reader. TW: angst, violence, smut, fluff, assault): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14

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James Delaney (Taboo)

The Wife It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. As rumors spread that Mr. James Delaney had returned to England – making a dramatic arrival at his father’s funeral – you might imagine mothers throughout London, rushing to present their marriable daughters to the man. They did not; and for three very good reasons. First; James Keziah Delaney was clearly damaged from his travels, and not a little dangerous. Secondly; it was the general opinion of the better society that Mr. Delaney had inherited his mother’s madness. Thirdly; Mr. Delaney was not single. In fact, he was very much married. (James x OC Rosalind. TW: angst, violence, blood, smut): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 (work in progress)

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Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen)

As It Should Be (Ray x reader one shot. TW: Smutty smut, spanking, language, improper use of fancy utensils)

As You Should Be (Ray x reader one shot. TW: Smutty smut, language, cunty heiresses)

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Angel Reyes (Mayans MC)

La Cuervo She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind... (Angel x OC Nina. TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst) 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - Epilogue

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Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Annabel Leigh series (Spencer x OC Annabel):

Pretty Ugly Annabel Leigh joins the BAU on her first case. (TW: death, murder, child abduction, slow burn) 1 - 2 - 3

Pure Intentions Emotions are brewing. But is it real, or is Annabel a replacement? (TW: death, murder, misogynistic dirtbags, kissing) 1 - 2 - 3

#jax teller #geralt of rivia #rick flag #clark kent #superman #fanfic #james delaney #raymond smith #angel reyes #spencer reid

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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Losing A Dream Like You

An Eames X Zayla(FemOC) Story SMUT

💕😍ONE-SHOT & DRABBLES MASTERLIST💕😍

MORE EAMES??? X 👈🏻( If you want to dream a little bigger darlin’…🥰♥️⏳)

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all having a good nice day. I know that the weather for everyone has been nothing but horrible believe me I am already done with summer and I want Fall to come already... However, I am back with another One-Shot, and this time I went with Eames from Inception. He is one of my favorites and had this mind when I actually had a dream of James Delaney the other night, and I know it wasn't Eames but it motivated me to do this One-Shot(I promise I will do more James Delaney). But yet again here it is another short story of my lovely Eames. Again guys thank you for reading please reblog and comment it will mean a lot for me and my blog. As always guys thank and please Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 6.010

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Graphic Blood, Lit Swearing, Alcohol Use, Mentions of Depression, Fluff (Zayla and Eames), Mentions of Abandonment, Mentions of Child Neglect, and Steamy SMUT

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Eames… baby… you’re dreaming of me again, aren’t you?… it’s time for you to get up, my sleepy bird…

Eames then gasped out loud as he sat up quickly in the middle of his dark and quiet bedroom. His breathing was the only thing he was hearing while looking around his surroundings. He then covered his face with both of his hands as his breathing became more steady.

“Goddamn it,” he said as he muffled between his hands as Eames removed his grey blanket to the side.

His feet touched the cold wooden brown floor, feeling some sort of light headache in his head. But he tried to ignore it as much as could as he got up from bed.

Eames made his way to the kitchen, turning on the lights along the way. As he made it to the counter, he then took out from one of the cabinets a bottle of tequila. And without bothering to get a glass, he then undid the lid and dragged the hot liquid in one sip. He then took a huge exhale after putting the bottle down on top of the counter. Not giving a damn about the now hurtful headache that was pulsing against his head.

It has been almost 6 grieving drunken and exhausting months since Zayla died in that mission she volunteered to join with him and the rest of the gang.. She was the one who wanted to take the risks while Eames, however, was worried for her safety, knowing the dangers that were up ahead of them. And he wasn’t wrong right until after that day they almost succeeded in the task but failed horrifically.

Zayla was someone special to Eames since the first time he laid eyes on her. It was a beautiful fresh evening as Eames walked his way back to his apartment. After having a meeting with Cobb and the rest of his teammates talking about doing this highly riskily mission. It was just another normal walk until he accidentally bumped into a gorgeous young-looking Spaniard woman. As her notebook fell to the floor, loose papers scattered around.

“Oh, Christ I’m terribly sorry miss, here let me help you with those,” Eames said as he knelt down to help the girl with her paperwork.

“No, it’s my fault. I should have kept my eyes up. It’s just been a terrible and chaotic day for me at work,” she said, grabbing one paper after the other, feeling embarrassed in front of him. “I am a very clumsy person sometimes again. I’m sorry for making you help me out.”

“Miss, it’s perfectly fine don’t be daft I definitely understand what you’re saying,” he said as he was about to pick up the last paper on the floor. Until Zayla’s hand clasped with Eames as they both then looked up to face each other.

For a moment or two, Eames felt the world around him go into a blur. Until he took into the presence of the woman, he was helping. She had amazing long dark brown hair that touched her hips with lovely looking thin lips. And what captured Eames’ gaze the most about her was those amazingly bright green-brown eyes of hers. He felt as if he was under a bewitching hex that he accidentally touched without asking.

“Ummm, thank you for helping me out, good sir,” Zayla said as she raised herself up to her feet while feeling her cheeks flush red. “I should get going but again it was very nice of you for helping me Mr.?”

“Eames, just call me Eames, and what is your name if I may ask?” He said as he handed the last paperwork to her.

“It’s Zayla, it is very nice to meet you, Eames,” she said as she shyly took the paper from his hand, while he gave a kind smile to her.

After that unexpected encounter between the two, which was 2 years ago, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other almost every day. And to their surprise, they ended up working together, along with Arthur and Cobb. Both Arthur and Cobb mostly saw potential in Zayla besides being a quick, high advanced hacker, a thief like Eames, and an architect. But underneath all those skills, however, she had a special gift when dream sharing with others. Zayla was born with the gift of being able to sense, feel, see, and hear the dead and astral project herself from her physical body. So, in most cases, she had no use in being wired up to the Pasiv machine and instead used her projection, so it was easy for her to get into anybody’s consciousness. Which depended on how much strength, time and energy she can be away from her physical body. Since the more she is out spiritually, the more difficult it would be to go back to her body.

It freaked both Arthur and Cobb out when they tested her with Eames, he however, was very impressed by how abnormal and yet bone-chilling abilities she can do as a whole. And this, however, made Eames like her more and know they would get along closely together. And after months of practice, they all thought it was time for the real thing.

“How did you realize you could do such frightening and yet amazing abilities?” Eames asked Zayla one night alone in their secret abandoned warehouse.

Zayla chuckled at what Eames was trying to ask her, which didn’t bother her for one bit. She also had grown fond of Eames’ charming persona. He was kind, smart, a fast learner, strong, fearless, and a caring human being. But once she knew his whole backstory, she realized he could be a mischievous and a well-known thief, mostly. Since he can as well dopplegang into anyone that he pleases or when it is a mission. This made Zayla like him more, for it reminded her of her old self when she was a bit of a rebel. And for a short period, she would wander the streets of Venice. Where she had to fend for herself and survive after her father abandoned her.

“Well, it did not really surprise me when I discovered I possessed such gifts for the first time. My father thought the devil cast a horrible curse upon me. And that is when he left me to rot in the streets on my own, thinking that I would bring more bad luck than good,” she said while holding back the tears from coming out of her eyes.

“I am sorry to hear about what your father did to you. No little girl like you should have never been left out on the streets. Your father was a delusional and neglectful man who couldn’t see how smart, lovely, and strong you have come along. Zayla, you’re full of wonderful things that I think are incredible. And believe me, if I were your father, I would only cherish you and be proud of what you are as a whole. All of this that you’re blessed with is something God giving. I may not be a religious man myself, but you should treasure this gift that you withheld. Trust me in what I say because my father was like yours, too.’

Zayla stopped writing some notes on a little notepad. And before long, she then walked to Eames’ side until suddenly she cupped his left cheek with her left hand. As they both gazed into each other’s eyes, she felt his emotions. It all clashed with many feelings of pain, sadness, lack of effect, anger, and displeasing everything that one could ever imagine. She then felt a bit of a shudder after feeling these instincts, fully understanding where Eames has come from.

“Your father seemed to have always been disappointed in you for most of your life. Even though you’ve tried to show him so many times that you are a quick thinker, He would always shrug you off and always still thought of you as a failure. But you are not, certainly not to me. Because you are also someone blessed with a gift like me. We outcasts with immense capabilities that some would see as terrifying, devilish, and supernatural. So I know what it feels like to be in this sort of position, but that doesn’t make me think you’re a failure. You are more than that Eames that your father couldn’t see. That is why I liked you so much and with this you are now saying I love you even more,” she said, gently brushing her thumb against his cheek.

Eames, however, had something else in mind, for he then grabbed her face with his hands. And with no strings to restrain him, took her in with a gentle kiss. Zayla didn’t know how to react to this, but once the kiss became more passionate, she returned the kiss.

They both breathed heavily between their lips as Eames hoisted her legs around his waist. While not breaking the kiss, he then gently placed her on top of a faded wooden table. As a small gasp escaped from Zayla’s lips, Eames placed kisses on the side of her neck as his hands roamed around her body. Zayla caressed the back of his head while his plump, wet lips landed on her collarbone. Zayla then lightly moans out his name as he removed her long brown sleeve shirt.

“You’re such a beauty to admire, do you realize that love?” Eames said as he took in her lips once again, as she unbuttoned his dark long sleeve shirt.

Once his shirt was completely off, Zayla’s hands then roamed smoothly against his firm chest down to his muscular stomach. She bit her bottom lips while she was touching and seeing what was in front of her. As she smiled up at Eames, she unbuckled his trousers as they closed the gap between them. Eames then undo her red bra, while Zayla then slowly rolled down the last of his clothing as she savored his lips again. As her breasts were fully exposed, he then gently grabbed her with his hands as she let out another moan. He took her right nipple in his mouth while playing around her left nipple with his other hand. She then grabbed a fist of his hair while feeling his tongue teasing her ever so erotically.

“Oh god Eames, yes, just like that… don’t fucking stop,” Zayla moaned out Eames’s bite gently on her right nipple, leaving a light hickey along with it.

Eames then laid Zayla flatly on her back as he now licked her stomach while he then undid her black jeans. He then looked up at her while she then sexily massaged her own breasts, making his manhood erect harder. While he dragged down her jeans along with her black panties, without holding back, he licked his two fingers and inserted them inside her wet core. Zayla whimpered out as she clasped her hands over her mouth, feeling her cheeks blush red. Eames eyed her while he went continued to go in and out of her wet clinched walls. He then gave a devilish grin as he twirled her clit with his teasing tongue. This made Zayla fall over the edge as she let out a loud whimper, taking all these amazing arousals one at a time.

“Eames fuck… just like that, fuck me more,” she said while clenching a fist full of his dark brown locks again, while he increased his fingering more progressively.

Zayla then tilted her head back as she felt her orgasm about to explode in between his mouth and fingers. Before she could cumm around his fingers, Eames slowed the pace, not wanting her to cum just yet.

“Now it is your turn to give me what I want, love. You are not allowed to cum just yet, sweetheart,” Eames soothingly said as he hovered over Zayla, as he tongue kissed her this time.

She then turned him over on his back as she then got on her knees in front of him. She got herself comfortable in between his bulky member, as she grabbed him with both of her hands. Making Eames groan at her soft hands around his hard dick. Without question, Zayla then licked the head of his penis as her right hand stroked him up and down, ever so lovely. She then slowly took him inside her warm mouth, feeling his enormous cock consuming her entire mouth ever so deliciously. Eames’s hips clenched at this reaction while his eyes shut tightly closed, feeling every inch of her mouth.

“Zayla… f-fuck me just like that,” Eames moaned out as he gently clenched her hair with his right hand while she sucked him faster.

She then stroked his length with her hands as she licked his tip once more. Eames bit his lips, trying to hold back a moan. Before he could say another word, Zayla took him in deeper inside her mouth, making Eames lose his mind at this action. Before he could burst inside her warm mouth, she then looked up in his gaze while catching her breath from giving him head. She got up on her feet as they both smiled at each other, feeling their warm breaths between their lips.

“How was that for a receiving pleasure, baby?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his lips.

“Love, how can I say no to a wonderful woman such as you, eh?” he said, placing his hands against her naked hips, their foreheads resting against each other.

“I want you already inside me Eames, make me yours already,” Zayla said as she adjusted herself against his hard member.

“You really want it, my desperate naughty girl?” he said as he could feel her sweet flower rub against his length.

“Hmmm yes, so much baby, don’t tease me anymore. Do whatever you please with my lovely cunt, for it is now yours to claim,” Zayla said as she now could feel the head of his cock smear between her folds.

“Is it mine to take? Is it now, huh? Well, then I would gladly give it to you my precious flower, for you are now mine and mine to take. Do you understand my pet?” Eames said as he caressed her left cheek with his thumb while she closed her eyes at his soft touch.

“I’m yours and only yours baby, I love you Eames so much,” she said, placing her hands on his broad shoulders.

And with that, he sunk her down slowly inside of her as they both moaned in unison, feeling both of their genitals as one. She then thrust his cock ever so lightly while Eames gripped her hips to keep her in balance. The sight of her well-sized breasts bounced ever so hotly in front of him, thinking how lucky he was to have a woman like Zayla. As they both picked up the pace, she then kissed the side of his neck as Eames hugged her tightly in his arms. And before long, their thrusts became quicker than they both were hitting their right spots for each other.

“Fuck baby, Eames shit… yes please make me feel unclean,” Zayla said as she gripped his tighter around her arms, while she bit him lightly on his left shoulder

“Hmmm fuck, you feel so wonderful love, I love you… so much sweety, cum for me,” he said between breaths while he could feel his insides coming sooner than he thought.

As they both moaned together once again, they both held nothing back as their orgasms clashed together. Eames then thrust into her a few more times as his juices filled her whole, while Zayla tried her best to catch her breath. As Eames tried to relax as best as he could, he then rest his now sweaty forehead against her right shoulder, also catching his breath. Zayla then lean back as he grabbed his face between her hands, as a big smile spread across her face.

“You alright baby?” she said as a small giggle escaped between her smile, making Eames huff at this comment.

“Alright? Hehe, I feel fucking wonderful. You were so amazing would really love to do this again with you. Do you feel alright, my sweet flower? Did I hurt you in any way?” he said as he cupped her chin between his fingers.

“Mi Amor, I feel better than I could ever ask. You made me feel less stressed and more alive since the meeting we had with the others. I think we should call it a night and head back home. What do you say bebe?”

“Whatever you say, mi Reyna, I will agree to anything my Zayla commands and wants, ok?” he said as she chuckled at his mispronunciation, loving how beautiful he just was.

They then made it back to the hotel room some hours later, where they shared a soft medium size bed together. As she slept soundly around his arms, Eames couldn’t feel anything but a joy to have Zayla against his side. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world to be gifted with a woman that is just like him. Different, smart, beautiful, and someone that he felt comfortable sharing his feelings.

He then softly caressed her left cheek while she continued to sleep soundly in front of him. As he reminded a few locks of hair away from her face, placing them behind her left ear. Eames then kissed her the top of her head, feeling the sleep overcoming his body. Before he could knock it out completely, he then said something that he would never forget that day before he lost her that same night.

“Zayla, I love you so, so much, mi corazón. I know you can see and hear me, but if you are here. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while… please be mine forever. Please be the woman to complete me. I’m asking you for your hand in marriage and I mean it so much. Because if I never met someone perfect and enchanting like you, I… wouldn’t imagine a life without you mi linda mujer. So please baby… accept… accept me as your loving husband, for I will cherish you for years to come. I promise I will never disappoint you or fail you because I love you, Zayla. Mi estrella, mi luz, and my soul,” Eames said lastly until his heavy eyes overtook him to sleep, and all the while, Zayla heard and saw everything from the corner of her bed.

Oh my, Eames… mi Rey I do… I do very much want to be yours… forever.

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Eames slumped down on his brown soft couch with a heavy grunt as he overlooked through his glass window. Looking over the nightly lit city while holding a glass of wine in one hand while holding a bottle of wine in the other. He has had no time to contact with the others, feeling as if it was useless to talk with anyone else. The only voice and person he wanted to see the most was his Zayla. Oh, how he had missed her so sweet random conversations that he would lose himself in. Talking about her ghost stories, about her mother having the same abilities, her likes and dislikes, wanting to have children of her own, the marriage, everything. But those times were now gone as the rest of his happiness were never fully came to life.

He would always remember that haunting and last look on her face, which took a big traumatic hit on Eames’s mind. It was all going well, as any other normal mission could either be a success or a failure. Until Zayla and Arthur almost planted a false idea inside of a high-class security corporate leader named Draven. But he right away noticed it was a distraction to take him in while Eames and Cobbs tried to steal his very secretive plans.

“You think you can deflect me that easily, my dear friends, hehe. You know something that you should have noticed beforehand. I always come prepared and I am quite a step ahead if you catch my drift,” he said while back in the real world, two black trucks screeched to a halt in front of the abandoned building. While inside, Arthur, Eames, Cobb, and Zayla were soundly in a deep sleep.

“So I suggest you hurry back along back o your bodies before my men come to you first, clock is ticking,” Draven said with an ugly smirk on his face while taking out a gun from behind his belt.

“Zayla lookout!” Arthur screamed out as he shoved her to the side as they both landed down on the floor.

Draven laughed out loud at how foolish and imprudent they were, while Arthur and Zayla ran their way out of the room they tried to keep Draven in.

“Eames, Cobb, fall back. We are in trouble right now. We have to wake up now. Zayla, do your thing, but hurry,” Arthur said to her as they stopped somewhere safely away from Draven.

She just nodded her head as she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on going back to her body. But the more she focused, the more her energy and strength became weak.

“Come on Zayla, hurry, we got much time,” he said as he looked over his right shoulder to see if Draven was somewhere nearby.

Zayla said nothing, for she tried her best to get back to her body and when all hope was almost lost, she then finally made it back to reality. She gasped for air as she quickly sat underneath an old ruined couch. While trying to get her breathing as steady as she could, she then hopped up off the couch as she then played Arthur’s tape that contained the French song that makes him wake up faster. But below them, she heard hard thumping noises coming in their direction.

As she played the song, Arthur suddenly woke up with a big gasp. As he then as well hop-up quickly on his feet.

“Arthur, we have to hurry. I can hear them coming. I have to go back inside to get Cobb and Eames. Whatever happens to me after I wake them up, you guys go on ahead and run like hell. You understand me?” she said as she then laid back on the couch again, but Arthur wasn’t agreeing about all of this just yet.

“No, we are all getting out of here alive, you understand? I don’t want to see any of us get left behind, so don’t you dare say that, ok?” he said in an intimidating tone which Zayla nodded her knowing that she had to believe in this now.

“Your right, keep them busy as much as you can while I get Cobb and Eames. Wish me luck,” she said as she then closed her eyes once again, trying to get inside of their minds.

She then suddenly appeared in another room of Draven’s mansion, not knowing now where the hell she is at this moment. But she then made her way out of a long dim hallway as she tried to find both Cobb and Eames. She then slowly jogged around every corner she turned until she felt Eames’ energy close by. She then took out her gun from her right side, while walking sideways, waiting to aim.

“Eames, Cobb, are you there?” she whisperly called out, feeling his energy become closer, but suddenly an armed wrapped around her neck from behind. Making her drop the gun to the floor, as she struggles to break free from this unknown person.

The unidentified person then pinned her hard up against the wall as they wrapped his hands around her neck, making her choke out for air. While back with Arthur, he noticed that her body had started to shake uncontrollably. As she let out raspy groans between her lips, the henchmen were now getting closer to the door. He then walked to her side and placed a hand on her right shoulder, trying to wake her up as best he can.

“Zayla, Zayla shit, shit. Come on, get out there already, don’t risk any further anymore,” he said in a panic state while on the other side, she could hear his faint voice. Feeling as if she was going to pass out.

But out of the corner of her eyes, a gunshot went straight to the side of the person’s head as they landed on the floor with a loud thud. Zayla coughed out for breath as she massaged her neck with her right hand. Eames then made his way to her as he gently cupped her face between his large hands.

“Baby, you're alright my dear? Did that bastard didn’t hurt you anywhere else?” he said as Zayla looked into his blue eyes, feeling her breaths come back to normal.

I’m… I’m fine, but we have to go back quickly. Draven’s men are already in the warehouse. We got to help Arthur. He’s all alone in the room. Where the hell is Cobbs? Did he get back with Arthur in time?” Zayla said as she rested her back a bit against the wall.

“He made it back in time with Arthur. It is now you and me inside here. Can you try to bring us both back to our bodies?” Eames asked as he looked over his shoulder at any other henchmen.

“Yes, but we got to get out of here first. This way, come on,” Zayla said as she took the lead while Eames looked around, pointing his gun, making sure nobody came through.

They then quietly made their way out of the gigantic mansion as they walked through the dark, dimly lit hallways from one turn to the other. But once they made it into the main entrance of the house, they then heard the click of the gun’s hammer pulling back. Which made Eames and Zayla freeze in fright, not wanting to turn to face who it was.

“Where do you think you two are going, huh? Now turn around slowly, and throw those guns away from yourselves,” Draven said as Eames side-eyed Zayla, while she looked back at him with worried and panicked eyes.

They slowly turned themselves slowly to face Draven, and Zayla could feel her body fill up with goosebumps. Eames then gave a tense gaze at the corporate man as he gripped the gun in his hand.

“I don’t have all day, you stupid pathetic thieves, now Hand. Over. The. Weapons. Right. Fucking. NOWWWW!” Draven exclaimed as he gripped the handle of the gun more intensely, as Zayla felt a lump form in her throat.

Before anything could get any further, Zayla then suddenly heard the French song playing, knowing that either Arthur or Cobb was trying to reach out. She then looked back at Draven, who now had his finger on the trigger, feeling his patience was running out. Zayla did the unthinkable as she felt everything went in slow motion at that very moment. As what she did in that very next move made Eames lose his entire life in front of him forever.

“You will never win in the end Draven. You’ll see it when we have the last laugh,” Zayla said as she pulled out her gun to him and pulled the trigger, hitting him on his right arm.

But before long Draven also released the bullet, as Zayla wrapped Eames tightly in her arms while the last thing she saw was his eyes that she grew to love and admire.

“I love you Eames so much. Never forget about me, Mi Amor Mio,” she said as she closed her eyes, giving her the last energy and strength to transport each other to their bodies.

As Eames opened his eyes wide open as he gasped loudly for air, Cobb then was there by his side.

“Hey hey easy, easy, just breathe slowly,” Cobb said as Eames looked around the enormous room, as his eyes laid on Zayla’s body.

He noticed she was breathing heavily as a big blood stain appeared in the middle of her stomach. Eames then unbalanced got up from the gray couch as he took Zayla’s left hand in his while Cobbs wrapped his dark blue suit around her stomach. Zayla whimpered out as she felt the sharp pain in her stomach, while Eames went into a panic state.

“Baby, it’s alright my love, stay with me, you’re going to be fine. We’re going to get out of here together. Just breath, mi Amor,” he said while he caressed her right cheek with his other hand, while Zayla couldn’t help but feel the hot throbbing pain that she was feeling.

“Goddamnit, they’re trying to break down the door. We got to go, quickly this way,” Arthur exclaimed as he closed the Pasiv Machine, as Eames’s eyes formed tears in his eyes.

“E-Eames, it’s alright m-my love, just go… please for me,” Zayla stutteringly said as she could feel her vision become blurry ever so slowly.

“No, no, don’t you dare say that… here grab on my shoulders, I’ll carry you. I am not leaving you her.-”

“Eames Go Please!!! Zayla exclaimed as loud bangs from the door were heard from behind, while Arthur and Cobb then raised Eames to his feet.

Everything around him felt muffled and going in slow motion, as he felt his hand slide slowly away from her soft hand. Eames struggled against Cobbs and Arthurs’s grip as they then made their way down some old rusted stairs, as Eames looked back at those lovely green-brown eyes of hers. He let the tears roll down from both of his cheeks, as he saw the henchmen circled around her. As one of them placed a small knife against her neck, and in a quick slash, he cut her in a clean slice.

“Zayla, no, no!” Eames screamed out in anger as Arthur and Cobb restrain him from going back to her, as they then made their way down the stairs.

“Get them don’t let them get away,” one henchman yelled out as two other henchmen ran their way to catch the running trio.

Zayla’s now lifeless bloody body was laying ever so silently, as her body now became white and pale as a ghost. As her last few gurgling breaths were heard ever so quietly, until her vision became black. Like the night.

Meanwhile, outside of the building, Arthur, Eames, and Cobb rushed their way to their car, while Draven’s henchmen were close behind. As they then got inside the car, Arthur spun the vehicle as bullets then fired against the car.

“ARTHUR STEP ON IT NOW!!” Cobb yelled out from the loud bullets, as he shot back and Arthur did what he was told.

They then back the car quickly and in no time they then were out of the abandoned warehouse, as they had to escape somewhere they won’t be followed for a while. As everyone calmly tried to catch their breaths, Eames, however, fell quiet and motionless. As he had to witness such a traumatic and bloody scene, that his lovely woman got her neck sliced in front of him. Knowing that he lost his future, happiness, passion, and humanity on Zayla, his heart became cold and dead. Arthur, in a sad gaze, looked at Eames through the rearview mirror, feeling that same emotion his best friend was feeling. Arthur also felt he lost a good person on that day, feeling like it was part of his fault for letting her go back on her own. Cobb as well could feel Eames’s pain, knowing that he as well lost a loved one in his life. Knowing that Eames will go through the same state as Cobb was in the past.

“You should have let me go back to her, you fools. She could have been saved if… if only she. If only I pulled that trigger, she wouldn’t have sacrificed herself for me. God, why did she do something like that?” Eames said as he broke down in more tears, as Arthur and Cobb silently shed tears along with him.

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His wails and sorrows echo throughout his living room apartment, as he now emptied the wine bottle. He let the bottle fall to the wooden floor as the glass on his other hand dropped and shattered throughout the floor. He then mumbled drunkenly at the noise of the glass as he tried his best to get on his feet.

“Why, why did you do it, Zayla? Why did you have to go, my love?” he slurring said as he fell to his knees, as he felt small sharp glasses on his palms making him grunt in pain.

“You fucking pieces of shits,” he mumbly said as he breathe sharply between his teeth, while drips of silva slid down on his chin.

He then tried his best to get on his feet, but Eames was failing miserably as he now dropped again to the floor. He felt the cold material of the floor against his cheek, as he lay flat on his stomach as tears still streamed down his face. Eames was wheezing heavily, but then in the corner of his eye saw a blurry figure coming towards him. He tried to adjust his vision, but it was no use until he heard that familiar silky voice he has missed so much.

What are you doing, my silly Eames? Don’t you see what a mess you made, mi Amor? Please, don’t let your sorrows get the best of you, my sweet King… you need to continue onward for me. You must continue your path without me. No matter what you do or go, I’ll always be here, my love. Forever always…

Eames slowly lifted his head up from the floor, as he saw that gorgeous familiar face of hers looking down on him. As she was wearing a lovely long sleeve white dress, while she sat gently down on her knees. While a small smile grew between her lovely lips, as she smoothly caressed the top of his head.

“I… I just cannot continue… without you, baby. My happiness… was always with you and only you. I’d rather be dead and be with you instead of walking in this pathetic world,” he said as Zayla placed his head gently on top of her knee as she still caressed his head ever so smoothly.

Mi Amor, you must continue and be strong for me, do it for me for our powerful love and especially for yourself. Don’t you worry about me sweetheart, our souls will someday reunite once again. But today is not that time… you got to wake up Mi Rey. Wake up, for me, and promise me you will fight for us both. Please, baby, wake up.

“Zayla!!!” Eames yelled out as he sat up panicky from his bed while looking around in his now light up bedroom.

He then let out a tiring long sigh as he placed his hands against his tired face. Eames looks to the left side of the bed, seeing that his clock read 8 AM, knowing it was early in the morning.

He then let out another small sigh as he now touched the cold floor against his feet, while hunching his shoulders forward. As he looked straight out of his glass windows, breathing through his nostrils as he welcomed a new and yet another depressing day.

“I promise my Zayla, I’ll do this for you and only you, my Angel. I promise,” he said out loud to himself as he then got up on his feet, not knowing what the future would hold for him.

I miss you, my Zayla… if only you were here with me….

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