Kylie

˖𓂃. ݁ ‘𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴, 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴! 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬?’ᯓ.ᐟ

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kylie:･°𓂃she/her. twenty one. 60s-2010s lover/consumer. earth angel. johnny angel. beauty school dropout. wannabe bitch. fashion killer. please be nice, I’m sensitive

masterlist.

kisses Xx𓍼 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴

where and how they would kiss you ⟡➺── .✦ (probably ooc! and a bit mischaracterized!)

starring: Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis. Sodapop Curtis. Ponyboy Curtis. Johnny Cade. Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston. Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews. Steve Randle. masterlist

Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis—Slow, careful kisses saved for the two of you

Darry doesn’t have much time throughout the days to spend time with you, let along give you a lot of affection. Most of the time, you’re usually receiving quick pecks before he leaves for his next shift. So when he is able to finally give you a kiss he does it properly.

I’m talking—on hand on your waist, the other cupping your cheek or the back of your neck as his lips dance carefully against yours. Darry also gives a lot of head or forehead kisses. He’ll bring you into a bear hug and will press a kiss to the side of your head while doing so.

He also is the kind of guy who isn’t too big on PDA. Ask him for a kiss in public, he’ll do it, but not to the extent when you guys are alone. Even in front of the gang, the most you’ll get is a peck. But when you’re alone, he’ll kiss you like it’s the last time he ever will.

Sodapop Curtis—In front of everyone: usually pretty clean

Soda is a lover boy, and he loves to give kisses. In my mind, I wanna say he is the perfect kisser. He isn’t inexperienced, but he also isn’t the kind of guy to try and french kiss any moment he can get. He’s careful and deliberate with his kisses.

I can see him grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you in, making you give him a kiss before you or him leave to go do something. He is also into cheek or wrist kissing. Just something small and innocent. Now, he will also kiss your neck and collarbone, but that’s more in private.

He’ll kiss you wherever, he doesn’t care. You came to drop something off for him down at the DX, expect a kiss. Stopping by at his house, kiss. Laying with him, kiss. He’ll kiss you wherever. He’s tame though.

Ponyboy Curtis—Sweet, middle school type kisses

Let’s be realistic now, Pony doesn’t have much game. Yeah, he sorta had a little thing going on with Cherry and may have been with a few greaser girls, but that’s it. So Pony isn’t like his brothers. I think he is more of a—giving multiple pecks (popcorn kisses) then a full blown makeout kind of guy.

Again, he likes to kiss your cheek, your hand, and your jaw. He thinks it makes him a gentleman and a real ‘flirt’ whenever he does so.

And PDA for Pony doesn’t go far. Sadly, he won’t kiss you in public. His ears and face will get too red for his own good. He’ll hold your hand and sit close to you, but he won’t kiss you. I think it’s cause he doesn’t want to get teased by the gang, but also cause he likes to keep those moments private.

Johnny Cade—Desperate, slow, and full of emotion

Sadly, Johnny never got much love growing up. He had the gang, but that was it. The boys gave him a bit of affection—side hugs or wrestling him to the ground—but once you came along, it was a whole new game. He loved getting close, holding hands and cuddling. But once you guys kissed, it was all he ever wanted.

It was his way of saying, ‘I love you,’ without actually having to say it. So, he loved pouring all of his emotions into kissing you. Hands on both sides of your face, kissing you like he’ll never get to again. Kisses your nose, forehead, cheeks, jaw, and neck. Lower is more innocent, but with love in it.

He’ll give you simple kisses in public, but like Darry, won’t full blown make out or anything. Will bring you close and stay near you, even when the gang teases him. You’re the first person to truly love him, and he won’t let that go.

Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston—Messy, needy, and experienced

Dally’s a slut. Yes, he was with Sylvia, but what makes you think it was just her? He’s been around the block and he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve. He isn’t this crazy sex deviant, but he loves those deep, messy kisses. Your lips gloss smeared, lips swollen from kissing too hard, and your spit being mixed with his.

He’ll move from your lips to down your neck, collarbones, and your chest. He’ll just place messy kisses while his hands pretty much roam all over you. He doesn’t know directly where to put them as every place seems good to him.

PDA? He’ll kiss ya, but like I said with most of the guys, he won’t smother you. Your his girlfriend, no one else’s. You put on a show for him, not for the others. He’ll place his hand on your thigh, waist, whatever, but won’t be practically ripping your clothes off. That ain’t him.

Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews—Silly, gently, and all smiles

Two-Bit is known for being silly and not being serious. His kisses typically will be the same. Now, I’m not saying he’s never serious, he can be, but most of the time he’s just full of love and giggles. He’ll have his hands on your hips or waist as his kisses you gently, trying not to smile.

He loves kisses you, and even the idea of you alone already gets this man giddy. He might love you just as much as he loves Mickey Mouse. So while kisses, he’ll smile and break he kiss. Or worse, he’ll get into a giggle fit and can’t stop giggling while kissing. Kisses pretty much all over your face, you can’t get away.

He won’t mind kissing you. Same way as before, gently hand on you waist, leaning in to kiss you. The boys will make a joke and cause him to grin and stop kissing you.

Steve Randle—Serious, deep, and intimate

Steve went a long time without getting much attention. With Soda being his best friend, a lot of girls tended to flock to Soda instead. So once he had you, he wanted to give all of his affection to you. He wasn’t one for jokes in moments like this. Sure, he can let something slip, but he usually doesn’t.

Like most of the boys, hand on your waist or hip, the other cupping your neck. He kissed with a purpose and lets you know he is there. Doesn’t like the half-assed kisses either. If your kissing him, you better do it properly or he’ll start whining. He’ll kiss your lips, cheek bones, jawline, neck, and collarbones.

.✦ 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨-

Chapstick Kisses

.✦ 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭 '𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺' 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴...

.✦ 𝘚𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘱 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴...

.✦ 𝘗𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴...

.✦ 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘦...

.✦ 𝘋𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 '𝘋𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺' 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯...

.✦ 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩 '𝘛𝘸𝘰-𝘉𝘪𝘵' 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴...

.✦ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦...

.✦ 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵 '𝘉𝘰𝘣' 𝘚𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘰𝘯...

.✦𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯...

⟡➺── a/n: just a little blurb about bob hughes! i’ve been trying to get back into writing as for the longest time i’ve been having writers block. i’m really sorry for constantly disappearing. CAN Y’ALL TELL I HAVE NO CLUE ON HOW TO DO THIS?

“I know that, geez babe, it’s got som-something more than the la—aah—last place.” Bob drawls out lazily. For the past few weeks, all Bob had ever cared about was the drugs and how many runs he could get in. So many questions—too many people, less people, how much gains, how much less, how to get in, etc.

“Robert, honey, focus,” You say, gently cupping his cheeks. His hands rested on your hips, helping you shift up and down his cock. His pupils were blown, skin slightly clammy, and his mouth running on and on about the next time they could get drugs.

You loved Bob, truly, and you really did understand his distraction and want, but right now, you needed him here with you. “Good, that feels real good,” He tells you as he began helping you move again, your moving to tuck yourself into his neck.

“Just—just like that.” You mumbled into his skin, one hand going to the back of his neck to gently tug the hair at the nape of his neck. He fell silence for a few moments, only a few groans, hums, grunts, and occasionally little gasps leaving him.

“I’ll ask Nadine if she’ll fake a seizure again.” He said, pressing a messy and lazy kiss onto the side of your neck. Back on the topic of drugs…again.

“Bob,” You pulled back, stilling as your hands covered his. “I will fake a seizure, I will scream, cry, do whatever it is during the run if you focus.” His eyes, those sweet, brown, puppy dog eyes looked up at you before looking away.

what chapstick flavor they adore ⟡➺── .✦

starring: Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis. Sodapop Curtis. Ponyboy Curtis. Johnny Cade. Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston. Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews. Steve Randle. masterlist

✦ Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis—Mint𓍼

In my mind, Darry is a very simple man. He doesn’t mind the fruity, sweet tasting chapsticks, not by any means, but if he had a specific flavor he loved, it would be mint. I think it is mainly because it’s just a fresh, clean, and normal flavor, no one can really complain.

⟡➺── “M’off to work,” He mumbled, still tired from getting home late and waking up only a few hours later. He snuck up behind you, hand on your waist as he leaned in for a kiss. When he pulled away, his lips felt cool and a minty-sweet flavor touched his tastebuds.

“That’s new.” He was used to the taste of coffee and toast in the morning, so sweet mint was a new mix. “I like it.” He turned you around to give you a proper kiss this time—one hand still on your waist, the other cupping the side of your face. Then he was off to work, roofing houses with the taste of mint on his lips.

✦ Sodapop Curtis—Grape𓍼

Now, I picked this for a silly reason: his breakfast choice. We all know Soda loves his eggs and jelly, so what’s stopping him from loving the taste of jelly outside of his breakfast? He loves the tangy, sweetness of grape and he especially loves the flavor while kissing you.

⟡➺── “Gimme a kiss,” He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving. Soda was working a double that day down at the DX, and leaving the house real early with a mind like his meant something got left behind. And that was his lunch you made for him.

A sandwich, some precut fruit, and a thing of Pepsi with a sweet little note left in the fridge. And you being in his life meant getting a call from your boyfriend, asking if you could drop it off. Who would you be saying no? Of course you would. Now you had to go, but he wouldn’t let you leave without a kiss.

“C’mon,” He said, a smirk on his lips. He knew you loved giving him attention. When he pecked your lips, you thought he’d be done. “Is that grape?” He asked before kissing you again. Slower, more deliberate this time. “Wait,” He kissed you again. He was serious about getting this right. “No that’s grape, definitely grape!”

His smile was goofy and dumb, but you couldn’t help but smile back. “Go eat your lunch before the meat spoils in this heat.” You kissed his cheek before turning around and leaving to go home.

✦ Ponyboy Curtis—Caramel𓍼

Pepsi flavor chapstick probably didn’t exist back in the 60s. But caramel probably did. And what do they put in Pepsi? Caramel flavoring. Everyone who read the book knows Pony is a fein for Pepsi, so why not incorporate it into his love for chapstick too?

⟡➺── “Why does it taste familiar?” Pony pulled away, looking at you. You kissed him, then he kissed you, then you kissed him, and you both fell into a war of giving each other the most amount of pecks possible. But now, Pony pulled back to ask a question.

“What do you mean?”

“Tastes…familiar. Not identical, but like familiar.” He says, sitting back to get a better look at you. His fingers gently drummed on the back of his couch.

“My chapstick is caramel…” You admitted, trying to think on why it would taste familiar to him.

“It ain’t bad, I like it.” He admits, leaning into the kiss once more. “Taste like soda. Like Pepsi.” He mumbles against your lips.

✦ Johnny Cade—Tangerine/Orange𓍼

Here’s the truth, I have no clue why I picked this for Johnny. I just did. And I almost want to imagine him being the one to own it, not you. I think that Johnny has a problem with picking at his lips, the same way he touches his nose when he is nervous. So when you started dated, he probably bought—more so stole—some chapstick without looking at the fact there was a flavor to it.

⟡➺── “What?” He pulled back, a smile on his face. You two had went down to the lot, watching the sunset after grabbing a few cokes down at some diner. Johnny had put on some chapstick beforehand, hoping it would help with his slightly picked at lips.

“You taste like an orange.” You teased, going to peck his lips again. Without fail, a giggle slipped past your lips once more.

“Yeah, Yeah, I know. I snagged the thing without realizing the flavor.” He says as he watched you giggle and pull away.

“Its nothing bad…” You bit your bottom lip as you began to think about how to put this. “Just, didn’t expect you to taste like oranges. I guess I expected cigarettes or something.” You admitted as you looked down at the grass, picking at it. “I like it.”

Those were your final words as you leaned back in, placing your lips against his.

✦ Dallas ‘Dally’ Winston—Strawberry𓍼

I think I’m so funny choosing Strawberry. I’ve decided to make a silly little idea that Dally is allergic or just isn’t a fan of the flavor cherry (absolutely targeted—but I love my beautiful gf Cherry). Dally likes the sweet flavor as well as it being basic and easily found.

⟡➺── “Dal-” You started, feeling him practically push you down in the backseat of Buck’s car that he borrowed. His lips messily brushed against yours, slotting himself in between your legs as your back met the leather of the seats. His one hand was beside your head, the other on your waist.

“Taste sweet,” he muttered into your lips, gently nipping at them before pulling back. “You put something in your lipgloss or somethin’?” He asks and he wipes at his lips. He could feel the thin layer of your chapstick that transferred onto his lips.

“Strawberry. My chapstick.” You get out in a few breaths, sitting up a bit.

“I like it.” He said, thumb brushing your bottom lip before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours all over again.

✦ Keith ‘Two-Bit’ Matthews—Vanilla/frosting𓍼

Two-Bit loves the taste of anything sweet or anything that has to do with beer/alcohol. And I really doubt they had beer flavored chapstick and the fact that anyone would choose that. So, vanilla it is! I think it would start as a joke, you picking a flavor and making him guess. And his favorite was the vanilla.

⟡➺── “Okay, guess this one.” You removed your hand from his eyes—to stop him from cheating—and sat up straight. His lips pressed to yours before pulling back.

“That’s sweet….” He says, looking away to think. “Lemme try again,” He leaned in again pressing his lips to yours. And again, again, and again. You nearly got lost in it yourself before bringing yourself back.

“Keith,” You gently pushed him back, trying to bite back a smile. “Guess, what’s the flavor?”

“I don’t care what it is right now, it tastes so good.” He says, leaning back in and pressing his lips back to yours, using his whole body to get you underneath him.

✦ Steve Randle—CHOCOLATE!!!!𓍼

Stevie is a sucker for chocolate. Literally walked into the Curtis house, wrestled with Pony, and then went straight to the fridge for the chocolate cake the boys had. So, when he kissed you the one day and your lips tasted like cake, he fell in love all over again.

⟡➺── “Since when did coke taste like chocolate?” He pulled the bottle away from his lips, looking at the ingredients for the drink.

“It doesn’t?” You shook you head, finally tearing your eyes away from the screen. Some movie on the screen, something that clearly had your attention.

“Taste like it.” He took another sip of it, the same area as before. “Still! Tastes like chocolate!”

Then you finally realized when you saw the small stain. “Steve, honey,” You tried to hide your smile as you took the bottle. “It’s my chapstick.”

“What?” He was genuinely confused. Sure, Steve knew that flavored chapstick existed, but he never used it personally.

“My chapstick, it’s chocolate. Probably why it tastes like that.” You tell him, wiping away the chapstick mark. And as soon as you looked up, he was pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft, warm, and a bit dry from him constantly licking at them due to the Oklahoma heat.

The movie was completely forgotten about as his lips danced with yours, the coke still in your hands. “Taste like chocolate cake.” He mumbled as his large, warm hand cupped the back of your neck. You smiled into the kiss, kissing him back.

AN: i’m so sorry this took forever to come out, i wrote this like 2 years ago and kinda lost the plot. not sure where this is going, but ill keep posting. this is unfinished

Warnings: jumping POVs, Swearing? Pansy backstabbing, some might be ooc, that’s all i can think of

WC: 2k

Masterslist, Part I

      Draco’s POV: 

   It felt good, in the beginning. I saw her face go place, a sheen layer of sweat growing around her hairline. My friends cheered and laughed, gently grabbing at my leg and shaking me while i stood on the table. I could feel the glares of her friends on me, but i couldn’t care less in this moment—not while everyone was laughing with me, not at me. 

  She was foolish to think that i liked her…and i was foolish for looking at her twice. I was foolish for thinking about this, foolish for doing this, foolish for making her face pale. But i needed this rumor gone, i can’t have her—this pathetic, muggle girl—ruining the image my ancestors spent centuries building up.

YES!!! i know so many people have been asking about a part 2 since i posted it like two years ago. i plan on getting it out soon, once finals are over. so i absolutely plan on getting it out, it’s in the drafts right now. hopefully by this weekend or next week.

thank you for your support and patience, it really means a lot. i’ve had such a huge amount of writers block and seeing this makes my day. thank you so much lovebug, it’s truly appreciated and motivational💕💕

I think that for Isaac, him turning was a huge difference for him. He was very timid and had that low self esteem. But after getting changed, he had that overly cocky attitude. He was always sarcastic with everyone else, but when it came down to you, he was honest and himself.

I think in the beginning of when you met him, he did everything he could to make you impressed about him. Even if you knew him before his large confidence boost, he would still try. But once he noticed you did care that he walked with his head up and his pride high, he relaxed.

you never demanded much from him, ever. And he sincerely appreciated that. He had walked on egg shells his whole life and then had Derek in his ear, barking one order after the next. So, when he realized he could just go to you and have you just be there, he was all in.

Of course, he never let anyone else see that, he would tone down his act. So the daily piss and match with Stiles would go down and he’d be able to control himself better.

That would also be an anchor for him in his moments where he couldn’t change. He’d just sit there and remember your fingers in his hair, petting him almost as if he was a dog.

The Hunger Games Saga || Do they want to be fathers? What gender and how many kids?

All fiction and my opinion, take with a grain of salt, please!! masterlist

Credits to @ferrarifinnick for it being their idea and where I got my inspiration from!

Featuring: Peeta Mellark, Gale Hawthorne, Finnick Odair, Cato Hadley, & Coriolanus Snow

Peeta would absolutely want to be a father. The image of the two of you living in your own little world, madly in love with your kids running around had been set in his mind since he first laid his eyes on you. I think that his love is so much, he has to pass it on to someone else—and who better is that than his kids? He probably wouldn’t care for gender, either seems fine by him. He’s more happy over the fact that he gets to be a father, a father to your children, than care on what the gender would be. He also doesn’t care on how many, but one or two seems perfect for him.

Early mornings, mainly during the spring, Peeta and the kids would bake things. I see him as one of those PTA dads, you know? Most definitely up to everything on what the kids do in school, volunteering at every school event, sports—he’s there. He loves his kids, more than he loves himself.

Gale in my mind I truly want to think that Gale actually wants kids, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. He has been taking care of his family since his father’s accident and had been working ever since. That small pause that he gets from taking care of people is like a breath of fresh air for him. But over time, the fresh air is just too much and he would probably want to fall back into the old habit he had before the rebellion. Not only that, but I feel like he has credit he owes to his father: ‘at least carry on the bloodline’ running in the back of his mind.

This wasn’t how you expected this to go. One moment you were reading The Odyssey, trying to read something Bellamy liked so you could bond over it, to him eating you out as you read it. You were practically shaking, fingers curled tightly around the book. Every time you stopped reading or stopped answering his questions, he stopped moving.

You gasped, leaning your head back as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to get tighter. “Bellamy,” You whined, your hand leaving the book to card through his dark, messy curls. He stopped, looking up at you with those brown eyes that were blown out with lust.

“Keep going, what does Athena do?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your clit. You were choking, there was no way in hell you’d manage to keep going. But the only way to get what you wanted was to keep reading to him. Your hand left his hair, opening the book again.

“She-oh my gosh,” You shuttered as you began to answer. “Into a beggar, she disguised him as beggar!” You rushed out, back arching as he began to give you that pleasure again.

“Turned who into a beggar?” He asked, mouth never leaving your mound. The vibrations of his voice made you forget the question for a moment, an almost pornographic moan leaving your mouth at the feeling. You took a deep breath, trying to speak.

“Odysseus.”

“Why’d she do it?” He asked, his hands keeping your thighs spread open as he continued his attack on your cunt. You would’ve have assumed he hadn’t eaten in days with how he was lapping at you.

“The suitors,” You began, moaning out. You dropped the book, hands flying to his head. Your fingers pulled on his curls, a low hum coming from him. You knew you had to finish. “So the suitors didn’t recognize him and kill him!” You said through your teeth.

Yeah, you gave up. You were coming whether the question was finished or not. “Bellamy!” You called out his name. It wasn’t permission nor a question, it was letting him know how your body was reacting to him. You came on his tongue, body shaking as you did so.

He slowed down, allowing you to ride out your orgasm as you shuttered in his grasp. You were breathing heavily as he continued again. You whined, grabbing at his hair. “Did they recognize him?” Bellamy asked, looking up at you from your legs.

You hadn’t gotten to that part yet. “I don’t know.” You spoke, your hips bucked towards him as he stopped.

“Y/N…cmon. Don’t be like that!” Carl argued as you walked into his bedroom, grabbing your stuff. Even the house had seemed different. Everything had changed in so little time, it made your head spin. You were grabbing anything of yours you could find, shoving it into your bag.

I couldn’t help but be pissed. You had every right to be. “No. No. You don’t get to do this to me.” You say to him, turning back to look at him. His cornrows looked a mess, they needed to be taken out. “This whole,” You pointed at him and looked him up and down. “Act, needs to quit.”

You looked at him as if he was someone new. You didn’t like this whole drug dealer, gang member act. You just wanted that awkward, a little pervy Carl back. Not this wannabe. “Get your shit figured out.” You say, grabbing one more thing.

You turn to your door, yet was stopped as he stood in front of you. “Wait, wait,” You could hear it, the slight change in his voice. The Carl you knew. “I…I’ll stop. Around you.” He said quietly, as if afraid of anyone else hearing. “I can be who you want me to be. I can be…just don’t go.”

He begged, looking at you. His eyes seemed soft, like he was truly trying to get to you. And your heart seemed to ache seeing him all sad. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking for a moment. “You get those cornrows out, come over.”

Jasper had been absolutely terrified when he found out, like he actually wanted to go to the Volturi and ask them to kill him. He couldn’t bare the thought of you dying or suffering from something that could have been completely preventable.

But once he saw that small swell of your stomach, the steady heartbeat of the baby in your womb, he paused. He knew this was a monstrous phenomenon, something that shouldn’t be celebrated. But he couldn’t help but want this.

Once that baby girl was born and he held her in his arms, he was still. He couldn’t be near your body, too afraid of latching onto you and hurting you. So he let Carlisle take over and try to change you. Even as much as he was against it, he needed you in his life.

And staring down at the little girl, the girl who looked like that perfect mixture of you and him in his arms, he felt like all the air in his lungs had been knocked out. He loved that girl more than himself, always watching her even after you had come back.

There was a time where you guys had filled up the sink in the kitchen and just let her play in the water. Her hair was soaked, along with her clothes yet she didn’t care. She just giggled as Jasper looked at her as if she was the greatest blessing in the world.

He had a cigarette between his lips, one of his hands holding the newspaper as he read the recent news on the front page while the other hand had held your hair away from your face while you sucked him off.

Every so often you would look up to see his eyes glued to the paper, not even caring to look at you. If your pace was too slow or too fast for him, he’d use your hair to guide you. The room was quiet other than the sounds of the newspaper pages being flipped, Thomas clearing his throat, and your gags against his cock.

“Keep your head down.” He tells you in a calm tone as he places the newspaper down on the table next to him and removed the cigarette from his mouth and tapped it lightly so the ash on the bud fell into the ash tray.

It was no surprise that Roman Godfrey had odd interests. Not long into your “relationship”, you found out what he was and how he had a thing for blood in and out of intercourse. But there was something he didn’t like, unless he was doing it—and he was doing it in a good way.

He hated when you cried, maybe cause it pulled on the strings of his gross heart or maybe cause he just didn’t want to hear you whining. However, when your legs were tossed over his shoulders and you had tears streaming down your face, he felt no guilt and no need to tell you to stop crying.

He loved when you cried out his name in pleasure, eyesight blurry by your tears, and your mascara staining your cheeks with black streaks.

(this is so bad, I haven’t done any writing in a while…) masterslist

The week or two, which felt like a year or two, when Jacob was healing from his broken bones felt like the worst week for the both of you. He was tired and in pain. Meanwhile you couldn’t spend much time with him due to him needing to rest and having to be careful around him. The days ticked down to when his bones would finally heal, and he was keeping track. Once he was okay, he went straight to your house without a second thought.

He wears that damn badge with honor. Now, in the books, Jasper is written as 6’3 or 190cm (do what you will with that). He has never mind the idea of his girlfriend being taller than him, he just sees her as his girlfriend. He loves to go heel shopping with you, picking out ones he thinks is pretty before telling you to try them on.

He didn’t ever care what someone ever said about you, and if it did ever get to you he changed your mood quickly so you completely forgot what you were sad or insecure about. He was a sweet man who fell in love with a beautiful woman.

He is your hype man through out it, telling you to wear the heels even if it made him look “short”. Yet still, he had never been one to mind.