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𓏲ּ𝄢 guys send requests for bobby since my other two fics did so well ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

𝑜𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛 ۶ৎ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝑐𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛 ♡ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

more coming soon….

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚🎞️ 𝑐𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 📷

ꪆৎ: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝚑𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡𝚑, 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑!!

“Is it recording?” You said as bobby watched you through the screen of the camcorder. You sat on the bed, knees pulled up against your chest.

“Mhm.” you couldn’t see his eyes as they were hidden by the camera. he bit his lip, zooming into your face as a small smile grew when you looked into the lens.

“What am i supposed to do.” You shifted in your seat to a more comfortable position, sitting crisscrossed.

You weren’t used to being in front of a camera. You worked at a furniture store not as an actress or a model. But Bobby had spent most of his months pay check on this new shiny camera and you couldn’t turn him down when he asked you to help him test it out with that excited smile on his face.

Bobby lowered the camera slightly so you could now see the rest of his face. His bright blue eyes peeked over the camera.

“Just sit there and look pretty.” He winked bringing the camera back up to his eyes so you could only see the smirk on his lips.

You made an unimpressed face, tilting your head.

“What?” He chuckled at your expression zooming in even further so most of the view was your face.

“This is boring Bobby.” you looked directly into the lens again as you laid back against the pillows, the camera following your movements.

“You volunteered to help me test it out.” He countered.

You huffed.

“Why don’t you do a little pose or something.” He put one of his knees on the bed moving closer to you as the lens zoomed back out to capture your full body again. He licked his lips as he watched you through the screen.

He looked so focused. Barely paying attention to your complaints.

“A pose.” You raised your eyebrows smiling.

“Yeah. Something cute.” He shrugged.

He could tell you were amused by his suggestion. You sat there for a moment, looking into the lens of the camera, when a thought popped into your head. Something Bobby would enjoy.

“I have a better idea.” You said as you positioned yourself on all four and began to crawl towards Bobby on the bed. You could see the grin on his face grow wider as he adjusted the camera to be sure he was recording this.

You sat in front of him, looking up, eyes flicking between him and the camera. He swapped the camera into his left hand and reached up touching the side of your face. You bit your lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

“God.” He said under his breath. He traced his finger along your jaw, stopping at your lips. You parted them slightly and he moved his finger into your mouth. You closed your lips around it, smiling softly.

He wasn’t looking through the camera anymore and you weren’t looking in the lens. Instead, you held eye contact as he watched you, making sure the camera was steady and focused on you.

Then, a bold move. Your hands found the zipper of his pants, pulling it down slowly as you looked into the camera again. He inhaled sharply angling the camera so he could see all of you. You noticed the tent in his jeans a while ago but chose to ignore it, but the way he was looking at you through that camera made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world and you wanted to repay him. Just as long as this tape would stay locked away.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟!𝚑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑛 🪽 ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 🚬

ꪆৎ: 𝚑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝚑𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝚑 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐𝚑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝚑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝚑𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠𝚑 𝑜𝑛. 𝑠𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠?

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝, 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

You set down your stack of books and purse in the only available seat left in the room. The very front row. That’s what you get for being late, you thought. It wasn’t your fault the line at the coffee place wrapped almost half way around the block. Still being late on the first day of collage was not the best impression to make. At least you got your matcha latte.

You pulled your earbuds out of your ears, pausing the music that was masking the sound of chatter in the room. You looked around and there was no sign of your professor. You weren’t the only one running late.

It was your first class of the day. English at 9:00am. You hated English. Not because you weren’t good at it. In fact, you enjoyed it. But in the past every English class you took included some old guy teacher thinking he was the next Mr. Keating from dead poets society.

You took one final sip of your matcha as the classroom door swung open. A man who you assumed to be your new teacher walked in. Your attention was focused on him immediately.

He looked young compared to the other teachers you had seen on campus. He wore a blue button down that was slightly wrinkled, like he had been in a rush. A pair of circular glasses were propped on his nose. His hair was wavy and a bit messy despite his obvious attempt at a combed back look. He carried a binder filled with paper in one hand and a coffee in the other.

“Sorry i’m late. Coffee line was terrible.” He smiled setting down his stuff on the large wood desk at the front of the room. You smiled to yourself.

You sat up in your seat, resting your elbows on the desk to prop up your head. He was cute. Maybe this class wouldn’t be too bad.

He introduced himself as Mr. Christensen and explained it was his third year teaching but second at this collage. His dream was to be an english teacher since high school. Then, he started in on talking about poetry and literature from the 1500s.

You weren’t a bad student, but you weren’t the type to write down pages of notes on everything your professor said. But something about Mr. Christensen made you want to. You payed more attention in that first class than you ever had before. Even if it wasn’t the material that intrigued you.

You found yourself raising your hand to answer questions which wasn’t something you would usually do. You weren’t the public speaking type. But you loved how Mr. Christensen would smile, nod and say “Good job.” Every time you got something right.

Mr. Christensen dismissed the class and you began to gather up your things. Students flooded out into the hallway quickly but you purposefully picked up your books one by one.

“You read a lot?” You looked up at Mr. Christensen who was putting some papers into a drawer. He looked at you through his glasses thoughtfully.

“Sometimes. When i have free time.” You answered. Usually you were good at talking to people. But he made you nervous.

He nodded and walked in front of the desk, leaning back against it and crossing his arms. Even when your back was turned you could feel him looking at you.

“Your lecture today was great.” You broke the silence as you swung your purse over your shoulder.

“You think so?” He asked standing straight again.

“Yeah totally. Usually my English teachers are pretty boring.” You laughed awkwardly shifting your weight onto one leg and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

He chuckled running a hand through his hair, pushing back the curls.

“Thank you. I’m glad i’m not boring.”

You nodded again smiling.

“See you tomorrow. Have a nice rest of your day.” You started walking to the exit.

“You too.” He nodded, giving you one last smile.

It had been a week since the first day of class and you hadn’t missed a single first period. At the moment, you were sitting outside against a brick wall smoking a cigarette and reading a book while your earbuds played music loudly. Because of this. You didn’t notice someone turn the corner and walk up to you.

“No smoking on school premises.” You looked up to see Mr. Christensen. He had his signature smile on his face and luckily didn’t look mad despite the fact you were breaking school rules. You paused the music.

“Sorry.” You said quickly putting it out on the cement floor.

“Just don’t let it happen again.” He winked. You were glad he wasn’t going to go to the head master about this. You had been caught before and didn’t need another strike. Walking off of school premises to smoke was too far especially right before class. And doing it in the washrooms like the other students definitely wasn’t any better.

You stood up, brushing any dirt from your skirt and pulling up your knee high socks.

“What are you reading?” He asked, gesturing to the open book in your hand.

You closed it, showing him the cover. The Beguiled.

“It’s pretty good. I’m about half way done. I started it yesterday.”

“You’re a fast reader.”

You blushed, looking down at your shoes to hide it. You liked when he said stuff like that. It made you feel special.

“Well i gotta get to class. I’ll see you in there later.” He said turning to walk back into the school.

“See you.” You waved as he walked away.

Once he was out of view you pulled another cigarette out of your purse, lighting as you clicked play again on your music. You smiled to yourself. Why did he have to be your teacher.

⋆𐙚 ˚ 🪽🦢⋆˚꩜ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

ꪆৎ: 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑤𝚑𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔𝚑𝑡, 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡

Bobby shut the door of the supply closet quietly, peering out the crack to make sure there was no sigh of Clark coming to tell them to stop slaking on the job. He turned the lock before turning around with a mischievous grin spread across his face.

You shook your head smiling as well.

“See. Easy Peasy.” He said in almost a whisper as he moved to put is hands on your waist, eyes looking at your lips.

“What if he comes to get something from here.” You said quieter than Bobby in fear that you might be heard.

“Hey. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Then he leaned in, kissing you softly.

His hand ran down the sides of your body before resting on your hips. He pulled them against his own letting out a small hum. The kiss became more intense. You stepped backwards and your back hit the wall making a small cardboard box fall from an overhead shelf. It hit the ground with a quiet thump. Probably not enough for anyone outside of the closet to hear. You broke the kiss, eyes growing wide.

“Bobby!” You yelled in a whisper.

“Shh.” He remained smiling but put a single finger over his lips before bringing it to yours.

Then, he brought his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking gently on your soft skin.

“I really am not trying to get fired.” You barely protested, melting into his touch.

“Then be quiet for me. Yeah?” His voice was lower than usual and you could feel his breath on your neck as he spoke. Your cheeks began to heat up immediately.

You quickly nodded your head, forcing out any thoughts of being caught in this situation. You felt as his hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt which he began to pull up.

“Put your arms up.” His lips disconnected from your skin as you did as he said, easing your arms over your head while he pulled off your shirt.

You were exposed now, only wearing a lace bra you had bought just for Bobby. If Clark or anyone walked in right now they wouldn’t have to guess what was going on. Something about that idea made you feel weirdly excited.

“God you’re beautiful.” His eyes lingered on your body as his hands softly grazed your skin.

Then, he made a swift movement removing his shirt as well and tossed it on the floor. He kissed you again and you could feel his warm skin pressed against yours.

You could feel his hands move down as he began to unbuckle his belt with one hand while his other stayed on the back of your neck, pulling you into the kiss.

Right as he was about to remove the belt completely, the door knob began to shake. Then it stopped and a voice called from behind the door.

“Is someone in there.” Clark.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry one sec i’m just putting some stuff away.” Bobby said frantically grabbing the two of your clothes off of the ground. He tossed you your shirt and you pulled it over your head quickly.

You mouthed the words “What do i do!” to bobby as he finished doing back up his belt.

“Can you please unlock this Bobby.” You could hear Clarke growing impatient as he tried the door knob again.

“Sorry!” Bobby said before turning the lock. The door opened immediately to reveal a not so happy Clark who was dressed in a pirate costume, camera in hand.

He looked at the two of you. Clearly unimpressed.

“Sorry sir.” You finally spoke, cheeks red from embarrassment and from what was happening moments ago, and he just shook his head.

“I don’t even wanna know. Back to work.” He said pushing through the two of you to grab his fake peg leg off a shelf.

You stepped out of the closet looking over to Bobby who was somehow still smiling. He gave you a wink and you just rolled your eyes.

✞﹏𓃗﹏✞

ꪆৎ: @𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝚑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑚!!

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠

“Come on it’s not cold.” You called back to hollis who was watching you from land.

You stepped into the warm water of the pond, pulling your tank top over your head and tossing it onto the soft bed of grass next to your faded denim shorts that had seen too much sun.

You looked back up at him, squinting because of the sun in your eyes. You watched as Hollis discarded his shirt with the rest of your clothing and stepped into the sparkling water.

You smiled with your teeth as your hair blew gently in the cool spring breeze. The two of you wadded further into the pond till the temperature of the air was colder than the water.

The water went up to above your waist and only the ends of your hair was wet. Hollis, being much taller, was less submerged and you could see much more of him than he could see of you.

Another cool breeze hit your body. It was colder now that you were wet and the trees created a large amount of shade over the pond, blocking any of the sun rays from reaching your skin.

“You cold?” Hollis said moving to wrap his arms around your shivering body.

“A little.” His bare skin was warm against you in contrast to the air.

You sunk further into the water trying to gain some warmth.

“Maybe springs not the best time of year to go swimming.” Your voice shook with the rest of your body.

“This will warm you up.” Hollis slashed water at you. You covered your face as the water hit your body.

“Hollis!” You said splashing back at him.

You laughed, trying to run through the water but it felt like running in a dream. You felt Hollis’s arms around you again. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before picking you up. You kicked your legs, making water splash up on the two of you.

“I’ll throw you in.” Hollis threatened playfully.

“No please.” You continued laughing and flailing your limbs.

Then, he dropped you into the water with a splash.

“Hollis.” You said completely soaking now, hair sticking to your face.

“This is my favourite bra.” You looked down at the dripping piece of clothing.

“Guess you’ll have to take it off.” He shrugged.

You shook your head and attempted to shove him back into the water but he barely moved.

You were shivering again, more than before.

“Let’s get out of the shade.” You said grabbing into hollis’s hand and pulling him back onto land.

Hollis watched from behind you as the water undressed your body, revealing more and more as you stepped up onto the grass. Once out of the shade, the sun warmed you immediately. You squeezed the water out of your dripping hair.

“What are you looking at.” You scrunched your nose smiling.

“Just looking at my girl.” He replied and blush spread across your already sun kissed cheeks.

“Come on. Let’s go dry off.” You picked your clothes off the ground and started toward hollis truck that was parked on a near by dirt road.

The two of you were still smiling as you sat inside his truck. Your clothing stuck to your damp body uncomfortably.

“I still love you even though you threw me in the gross pond water.” You rolled your eyes but the smile stayed on your face.

“Awh i love you too.” Hollis leaned in kissing your neck softly.

𝚑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝚑𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟!𝚑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑛 𐙚 (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

more coming soon….

2𝚑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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2𝚑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠 ꪆৎ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡!𝚑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠 ⟢ (𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓)

more coming soon…

🪽᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ <2‧₊ ♪˚⊹

໒꒱: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝚑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠’𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝚑𝑒’𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

“Hollis.” You said as you watched Hollis click at his mouse, adding sounds to a beat that would eventually turn into one of his masterpieces. You thought they were at least.

He didn’t answer. His ears were covered by a pair of headphones. You sighed getting off of his bed and walking over to stand next to him.

“Hollis.” You spoke again resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry baby one minute. He reached up wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you down to sit on his lap. That was his way of giving you attention without actually talking to you.

His hands went back to the mouse and keyboard, continuing to work on the song. You watched his face intensely. His bottom lip was in between his teeth as he started at the screen, eyes darting around it. His hair fell on either side of his face, resting on his shoulder and chest. The zip up hoodie he was wearing was slightly undone revealing his body. He looked great and you couldn’t do anything about it right now.

You frowned dramatically but sat patiently watching as he continued to produce a song. You could faintly hear it through his headphones since your head was rested on his shoulder.

“Sound good.” You said when the music paused for a moment.

“Yeah?” He said taking one side of the headphones of his ear.

You nodded and smiled now that he was actually talking to you.

“Here.” He took off the headphones and placed them on your head and clicked play.

You smiled wider, nodding your head along with the beat. You loved listening to Hollis’s music, especially songs about you.

“It’s really good Hollis.” You removed the headphones.

A smile grew on his face. Your opinion was the most important to him.

“Thanks baby.” He placed a kiss on your lips, gently squeezing your hip.

He looked at you for a second before speaking.

“You know what i’ll finish this song later.” He placed the headphones down on his desk and suddenly he was standing up with you still in his arms.

You giggled as he carried you bridal style over to his bed.

He placed you on the bed and kissed you as his hands roamed over your body.

“Right now i’m all yours.”

— ᨳଓ .🪽🔪

ꪆৎ: 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑝, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒. 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝚑𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝚑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

It had been over three years since Violet had broken Tates heart and he was still mourning her. He’d watch from a distance, waiting, hoping somehow she would hear his internal pleads for her to come back to him. But she never did.

“Give up lover boy. She’s not coming back to you.” Hayden said emerging from the dark behind Tate.

Tate watched out the window of the house as Violet sat on the porch reading a book.

“I promised to never give up on her.” Tate said, his eyes unmoving from violet.

Hayden sighed.

“When are you going you realize she’s never going to forgive you.”

Tate was about to get mad when he noticed Violets attention get pulled away from her book. A car pulled up into the driveway.

The amount of new owners he had seen in the past few years was staggering. So many more deaths were happening. And fast. Usually it was a a young couple looking to start a new family in a big beautiful house in the heart of California. They never made it long enough to even try. Either they were scared out or murdered within the first month.

The car doors opened and a man stepped out from the front seat. Then the back door opened. He watched as a girl around his age walked up to the door. You.

He could hear their voices muffled through the glass.

“It’s kinda creepy huh.” The man said.

“I like it. It gives it character.” You looked up admiring the house.

Something about this whole situation was very familiar to him. He saw Violet in the young, unsuspecting girl.

As you entered the house, he watched you.

Tate ignored as Hayden made a rude remark before disappearing again.

That night he stood at the end of your bed. It was his old room, then Violets, now yours. He watched as you slept peacefully. He couldn’t help but worry though. He knew what his house did to people. What it did to him. And he didn’t want it claiming another innocent victim.

You were pretty when you slept he thought. But then again, you were always pretty. Maybe if he couldn’t have Violet, he could have you.

As days passed, he built up the courage to appear to you.

“Hey.” You jumped, startled by Tates entrance.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room listening to music. Pulling out an earbud, you stood up with a confused expression drawn on your face.

“Why are you in my house?” you spoke.

Tate laughed looking down.

“Sorry i didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Tate. I live down the street.”

You just stared down at his hand.

“I knew the old owners. I’m here to pick up from stuff from the basement.” He explained finally.

Your expression softened.

“You could have started with that.” You finally reached out shaking his hand and telling him your name.

“The basement’s over here. It’s super dusty and old so try not to inhale too much.” You said as you lead Tate to the entrance of the basement.

He started down the stairs before looking back up at you.

“You wanna come?” He said.

“Why? You scared to be alone down there?”

“Maybe.” Tate smiled at you like he hadn’t been down there a billion times before.

You smiled back, following him down the creeky stairway.

“For such a nice house the basements kinda shitty. My dad plans to redo it all. tear it all up and stuff.” You explained as you watched Tate find a few boxes.

You watched him for a moment as he looked through a cardboard box. He was cute. Messy blonde hair, big brown eyes.

“You have a girlfriend?” You spoke suddenly.

Tate turned.

“Uhh no.” He thought of Violet again. Why did this feel like he was cheating on her. She was over him. He should be over her too.

“What about you? Got a boyfriend.” He smiled awkwardly.

You shook your head.

“Since you live so close Wanna hang out sometime? Everyone at school sucks. I haven’t made a single friend.”

“Yeah sure.”

After that. Tate vowed to protect you as much as he could. He watched you at night making sure none of the other ghosts even tried to lay a finger on you.

He suppressed the thought of Violet. He tried to steer clear of her normal spots in the house. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he started down that path again.

As for you, your feelings for Tate grew. He was a sweet boy even if he was a little weird. You noticed things about the house like the occasional weird noise or shadow, but for the most part Tate protected you from those things.

He didn’t want what happened to Violet to repeat with you. He kept the secrets of the house from you. But inevitably, it all came to light eventually.

“Tate?” You called out stepping into the dark basement.

You held a piece of paper in your hand that Tate had left on your desk. Meet me in the basement at 7:00. <3 It read.

He did this a lot. Leaving you little notes in your room. You sometimes wondered how he got in so unnoticed.

“Tate?” You called out again.

A red ball rolled out from the dark of the basement into your view.

“Are you trying to scare me?” You laughed picking up the ball.

There was no reply.

Then the sound of rapid footsteps startled you.

“Tate come on.” You weren’t laughing anymore but you wouldn’t let Tate know he was successful in scaring you.

You squinted your eyes, trying to see into the dark corner. All you could make out was a silhouette. Too small to be Tate.

“What the hell.” You said to yourself, taking a single step back.

Then the figure grew closer, footsteps falling on the cold, cement floor.

You dropped the ball and it bounced once.

Finally, you were able to see what was hiding in the dark. But only for a second because you screamed and turned to run. You were met with Tate who was standing behind you.

“Tate.” You cried, letting him hold you. You closed your eyes.

“Go away. Shes scared.” He said firmly.

“What the hell is that!” You yelled as a tear fell down your cheek.

“It’s ok. I’ve got you.”

You turned back around and the thing was gone. Only the red ball remained.

“What’s going on.” You sobbed in Tates arms as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“You don’t need to be scared. Just tell them to go away and they will.”

“What was that.” Your voice was quieter now, and your tears were lighter.

“They’re from the past. They won’t hurt you. I promise.” Even if that promise wasn’t 100% true, Tate couldn’t bear the thought of you leaving this house. And him.

He tried keeping this from you as long as possible.

“Like a ghost?” You felt crazy. You were never a believer in the supernatural. But maybe seeing is believing.

Tate nodded. He was calm. Too clam for a situation like this.

“How do you know this stuff?” You asked shaking your head.

“I promise i’ll tell you everything.”

𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑦𝑒𝑠! I 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒. H𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦!!!

🪽 ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི‎♡₊˚ 🩰 𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑥 𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝚑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 🧁💀 ˚⋆𐙚

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓!

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who is never really inconvenienced by your sexuality. He’s a ghost anyways and isnt 100% sure if he still works that way.

𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 who worries they're "not enough," but Tate never measures love through sex.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who would rather spend all night talking in bed than doing anything physical.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who asks for consent constantly, even with small things like holding your hand.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who wouldn’t change a thing about you. He thinks all of you is perfect in every way.

𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 who nervously comes out to him, expecting disappointment, and gets immediate acceptance instead.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who learns about asexuality because he wants to understand you better.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who gets protective whenever someone implies your relationship isn't "real."

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who leaves little notes or writing on a chalkboard everywhere reminding you that he loves you.

𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 who keeps waiting for him to change his mind, but he never does.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who spends time with you by talking, playing board or card games, reading and listening to music.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who sees cuddling as the highlight of his day.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who falls asleep with his head on your shoulder whenever he gets the chance.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who makes it clear that boundaries aren't inconveniences.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who likes physical affection that feels safe: hand holding, forehead kisses, leaning against each other.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who never pressures you to "try" anything to prove your love.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who feels loved by your attention more than anything else.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who constantly reminds you that you're allowed to change your mind about anything.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who treats "no" as a complete sentence.

𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 who worries about the future, while Tate only cares that you're together.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who loves listening to you talk about your interests for hours.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who uses pet names more than physical affection when he wants to be close.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who values emotional intimacy above everything else.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who considers sitting silently together one of the most romantic things imaginable.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who kisses your forehead whenever he notices you're overthinking or stressed.

𝑏𝑓!𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 who chooses you every day.

𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝚑 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑐 𝑖’𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘.

𝚑𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑!

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑐 𝑖 𝚑𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑑. <3

🪽🩰🧁 𝑖’𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹

ꪆৎ: 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑐 𝑤𝚑𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑘𝑎𝑖

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔) 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑎𝑖 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑦

“Get on your knees doll.” Kai said and you obeyed, letting your knees hit the cold, hard wood floor. You looked up at him through your eyelashes wanting for his next move or command. He looked much more in control from this angle. His eyes were dark with a mix of lust and something else that scared you.

He brought his arm up to your cheek. The back of his hand met your soft skin as he rubbed it gently.

“Such a good girl.” You smiled up at him. There was such a contrast between the two of you. In his eyes you were the sweetest, purest thing he knew. He didn’t deserve you one bit.

Even if Kai didn’t deserve an angel like you, you could never leave him. You needed him to live. Or at least that’s what it felt like. In your eyes, Kai was like a God. He had devoted followers and you worshipped him. You would do anything he asked.

You knew he would always protect you. He would kill for you. In fact, he had killed for you. Your ex boyfriend who couldn’t take the hint to leave you alone, stopped showing up for work one day and was found dead a week later. Kai never explicitly told you he had done anything to him, but you knew he had everything to do with it.

Kai’s hands moved from your face to his belt. You watched his strong hands slowly begin to unbuckle it, pulling it through the belt loops and tossing it on the ground.

“You’re so pretty when you’re on your knees for me. Fucking angel.” His voice was low and laced with need as he unzipped his jeans.

You squirmed on the floor, trying to get comfortable but the hard wood was unforgiving to your knees.

Kai groaned as he released himself from his jeans, stroking himself a few times. He nudged the tip against your lips, chuckling lowly as he watched you. You parted your lips, licking him gently. His hands were soon replaced by yours as he pushed further into your mouth.

“Fuck.” His head fell back as his hands grabbed onto your hair, moving your head back and forth.

You could feel the mix of his pre cum and your saliva trickling down your chin as he continued to thrift into your mouth. His head moved forward again to look down at you. He loved you like this. So obedient and under his control.

Tears pricked your eyes at he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. You held back the need to gag and gripped the hem of his shirt tightly as he continued using your mouth.

His thrusts became stuttered as a string of curse words excited his mouth. Then you felt the warm sensation of his release in your mouth. You licked your lips as he did his pants back up again. You leaned your head against kai’s leg, looking up at him.

“Precious little thing. You’re too good for me.”