and the way she leans in in the dark kiss it's killing me

Stalker

rompts: Combination of this one-shot where you’re batmom and just came back from a long business trip and all the kids missed you & when you get home you get shot by an unknown outside the manor in front of Damian who felt something was off? If we survive it’s up2u AND THIS one where Batmom has a stalker? And maybe she doesn’t want to tell Batman right away because she thinks she can handle it?

Requested by: @imagination-factory

AN: Warning there will probably be tears, but not for the reason you think …

Words:1089


          “My boys!!!!!” You open your arms as the boys run forward. You’re nearly driven to the ground by the force of four hugs. You make sure to hug each of your sons individually, before they begin fighting for your attention.

          You listen to the bickering as it turns from who your favorite is, to who’s the best baker of all things. Each boy takes a bag, and starts heading towards the house. Taking a deep breath, you smile at the man leaning against the door frame.

          Bruce is dressed in jeans and a sweater, a look you prefer to his usual suit. He looks relaxed and happy, something that never fails to fill you with joy. You open your arms again, as he begins walking towards you with his usual smirk.

          When he finally pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He’s big, and warm, and contrary to popular belief, quite cuddly. “I missed you.”

          He just laughs, “I missed you more. The bed is incredibly cold without you in it.”

          You just smile, as you begin walking towards the house. You can hear the boys arguing inside, when all of a sudden your steps falter. Not understanding what’s going on, you start to fall, and as Bruce catches you, the first tingles of pain hit you. And then it’s a searing pain. Sound disappears, and your eyesight starts to go fuzzy. The last thing you see is Bruce’s face, before everything goes black.  

          You wake up to something squeezing your arm. Your mouth is dry, and your head is fuzzy. Opening your eyes, you’re grateful that the lights are dimmed low. Turning your head to the side, you smile at the sight of Bruce. His eyes go a little wide, before he moves forward. He crouches down next to you. “Hey,” he whispers before pushing hair back from your face.

          You voice cracks a bit when you speak, “What happened?”

          “You were shot, by a man who appears to have been stalking you for quite some time. He escaped, but Jim is on the case.” You let out a small groan. Bruce runs a hand over his face, having gathered the meaning, “You knew about him?”

          You nod, “He kept showing up wherever I was. He sent flowers and food. I had my assistant throw everything away. Security went through everything too, there was nothing harmful in any of it, but I didn’t want to take a chance.”

          Bruce just nods, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

          “It all started after the Joker had escaped a few months ago. You and the boys were so stressed; I didn’t want to add to that.”

             Bruce’s hand covers yours, “You come first.”

          You give a small smile, “I honestly didn’t think he was a threat.”

          Bruce finally leans in and kisses you, “Next time, please just tell me when you have a stalker.”

          “Deal.”

          It takes a week before the doctors let you out of the hospital. The bullet had just barely missed your spine, and had hit a major artery on its way out. It was only Bruce’s knowledge of how to slow the bleeding that had kept you alive.

          The boys baby you over the next few days, they won’t even let you carry a bowl of soup. About a week after you get home, Jim alerts you that your stalker, and would be killer, had been caught. Caught in a room with pictures of you pasted everywhere. After several psychiatric tests it became clear that he had created a delusional relationship with you after you had complimented him for some computer work he had done in your office.  

          Apparently, you having left the country on the business trip was what set him off. Not being able to see you or observe you had driven him into a more violent psychosis. In the end, he’s sentenced to a stint in Arkham. That doesn’t reassure you, or your boys.

When he turns up dead in his cell one morning, there’s a lot of shuffling in the house. Eyes cut to Jason more often than they should, the curiosity is there but no one is brave enough to actually ask if he had done it.

You do your best to block it from your mind. You know Jason’s code is different than the others. You know he kills, but no one has ever killed for you before and that makes you a little nauseous.

About a week after the murder, you come home to what should be an empty manor. Bruce is at work, Tim and Damian are at school, and Jason and Dick were on a mission. So when you enter the Manor and hear frustrated screaming, you’re more than a little confused.

You follow the sound to the back yard to find Damian attacking a tree with a blade. He’s going at the tree as though it had demanded he go back to the league. As you get closer, you stop at sword’s length away and say, “Damian.”

He freezes mid swing. Slowly he turns to face you. And that’s when you notice. He’s thinner than he should be, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he won’t meet your gaze.

You move forward slowly. Stopping in front of him, you take the sword from his hand, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off. “Damian,” you whisper. You do it again, and this time he gives into the touch, before the tears start rolling down his cheeks. He collapses into your arms, and you gently sink to the ground with him, tossing the sword to the side.

“It was me.”

You run your fingers through his hair, “What was you?”

“It was me who killed him.”

You freeze, “What?”

He straightens a bit, “I killed the stalker. Todd was going to do it, but I beat him to it. He found me in the cell, he’s the one who got me out, and cleaned up.”

You take a deep breath, “Oh, Damian.”

You pull him closer and you let him cry, “It shouldn’t bother me. I’ve killed before. I killed the entire time growing up, so why does it bother me now? Why?”

You’re not quite sure what to say, “Oh, my baby.”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you again. I can’t lose you. You’re my mom.”

You don’t say anything else, you just pull him in closer, and let him cry.

The entirety of New York City’s downworlder population know or know of Magnus Bane. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is not a title left behind some trash can in an alley of Queens, it is flaunted at the fanciest parties in Brooklyn and Upper East Side.

And so it really comes as no surprise that when he starts dating a shadowhunter, Alec Lightwood’s name is spread about the same way. It is whispered in vampire dens, gossiped about in the Hunter’s Moon and Pandemonium is always on alert for any shadowhunters in its midst.

He’s the Lightwood’s son… He left his bride-to-be at the altar… He defied the Clave for a warlock… The Wolves almost killed his parabatai…

Seelies listen to the trees, wolves listen to the scattered word on the street, vampires all hear the new fledgling’s complaints (“he’s such an ass” or “sometimes I don’t get what Magnus sees in him” and “he does seem like a knight in shining armour, though”) and warlocks only have to look at Magnus’ affectionate expression whenever Alec’s name pops up in conversation to know he is something special.

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Two Months

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Summary: Ever since Derek entered the lives of Stiles, Scott and (Y/N), (Y/N) always had a fascination with him. Tall, dark and handsome; what more could she ask for? She could ask for there to be two-way feelings; Derek is older than (Y/N) by nearly eight years, and that thought keeps playing on the back of his mind. Can (Y/N) change his mind?

Word Count: 1,084

Prompt: -

A/N: I just wanted to have a little fun with this imagine; I write so much fluffy imagines that I wanted to dabble in something else. There is SMUT **That is your warning**

Originally posted by monstrousmess

“(Y/N), you take Derek to the loft; I’ll go to the Sheriff’s station!” Stiles exclaimed, shoving a weak and exhausted looking Derek to you. You barely managed to stabilize yourself and Derek’s heavy figure. You nodded, and walked him to your truck, opening the passenger’s door and allowing him to heave himself into the vehicle. “Don’t get any ideas,” He moaned, holding his hand over a bloody wound.

With a smirk on your face, you walked over to your side and started the truck, driving in the direction of Derek’s home. “I don’t understand why you won’t just give into me.” You teased, when you heard him moan; even though it wasn’t a moan of pleasure, it still created a wave of heat between your legs. “You’re seventeen years old.” He snarled, smelling the arousal that he created.

“Eighteen in two months.” You corrected, a confident smile on your face. You pulled up to his loft, “Why isn’t it healing?”

“It is, it’s just taking its own sweet time.” He snarled, carrying himself up the stairs and into the loft where he crashed onto the couch. “You might be more comfortable with your shirt off.” You mentioned, secretly hoping that he’d tear it off him; but your dream was crushed when he sent you a glare that could kill. You raised your hands in defense and took a seat on the chair next to the sofa. “You can go now.” He hissed in pain.

You shook your head, “Stiles told me to wait until it healed.” You took out your phone and started playing a random game until the light from outside started to dim. Sneaking a glance at Derek, you noticed that his eyes were shut and light snores could be heard up close. You smiled at his peaceful figure; realising you liked him a lot better when he was asleep – he was quiet and this way you could appreciate his beauty.

“(Y/N),” You felt a nudge on your shoulder, jumping from the soothing snooze that you were having. “It’s healed, let yourself out.” You stretched and watched Derek walk into his bedroom. You groaned, standing up and started to gather your possessions in your arm until your eyes caught sight of a handsome figure.

It was Derek, you could see his reflection from the mirror. He tore his bloody shirt off, revealing a toned, tanned body. You leaned up against the sofa, imaging how his arms would feel wrapping themselves around you; his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer and his lips trailing their way down your neck until they reach your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you stormed into his room; Derek jumping from the sound of the door hitting the wall. “(Y/N), what…” He was taken back when you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and his around your arse so you didn’t fall. You crashed your lips to his, your hands combing through his shaggy hair. You felt his beard brush against your chin when he kissed you back; the kiss was desperate, both of you were hungry for more. One more afraid to admit it.

Derek dropped you on his bed, but didn’t follow. You leaned back on your palms looking up at him, he avoided your eyes. “Derek, I don’t care that you’re older.” He walked away and you stopped up, “Stop,” He looked back at you, nervously you reached for the bottom of your shirt; pulling it over your head. His eyes went from your lips to your breasts, he licked his lips hungrily but didn’t make any move. You started to unbutton your shorts, pushing them down and kicking them away with your foot; leaving you in your white lingerie. Take god they’re matching today.

Derek looked you up and down – once, twice, and again before he slammed the bedroom door shut. “Fuck it,” He muttered under his breath before rushing to you, the palms of his hands grabbing your face to kiss your lips. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you to his naked chest. He pushed his tongue through your lips and deepened the kiss. You let out a moan whilst his tongue explored your mouth. “Fuck, Derek.” He lowered you down onto his bed, supporting his weight with his elbow.

He kissed down your neck; it was everything you imagined, the sensation staying there even when he moved down passed your belly button. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands slip past your panties and rub you slightly. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so wet.” He mumbled, licking down your body again. He looked up at you through his thick eyelashes; his eyes darkened with lust. You arched your body slightly so it was easier for him to remove the panties… with his teeth. Oh lord.

You relaxed back down, and grasped the blanket with your fist as you felt his tongue rub up and down your core. A whimper left your mouth when he started moving the tip of his tongue faster, “Fuck me,” You begged, feeling the sweat and arousal soak off you. “Please,” You begged, which he proved to love.

Derek quickly shed off his jeans, covering himself but he lined himself to your wet area. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “Are you sure?” He whispered, but you didn’t have a chance to answer when he shoved himself into you. “Oh, (Y/N), you’re so tight.” He moaned into your ear, pushing himself in more. The pain was something you never experienced before, he started to get faster, his hands grabbing your waist as he got deeper and deeper.

Your body began to shake when you felt him hit the spot, “Derek!” You screamed out in pleasure, his eyes glazed over now as he kept pounding into that one spot. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it gently at first; just feeling a slight sensation on it but he got harder the more you moaned and whimpered. “Derek, I’m going to…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, you let out a scream as you felt your whole body give into him in that moment.

His body went limp against yours as he pounded once, twice before he let out a moan and relieved himself. He kissed your neck once more before pulling out and discarding of the evidence. He collapsed next to you, his arm draping around your naked body.

“Let’s do that again sometime.”

“In two months.”

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.

‘Hunt?’

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The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

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Birthday Boy - Draco x Reader


Hey guys! In celebration of our favorite boy’s birthday on the 5th, I decided to write a birthday imagine!! It’s a bit long, but I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what ya think! Thank you!!!!

Warnings - None that I am aware of!!! 



“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!” Y/N yelled as she jumped on to Draco’s bed.

 He groaned and rolled over on to his stomach. Pulling the blankets off of him, she straddled his back. Leaning down, she placed a gentle kiss behind his ear. He let out a soft sigh in response. Taking it as a sign to continue, she pressed another one at the back of his hairline and continued down the back of his neck.



“Draco, get up. We have a busy day and I’m trying to make this your best birthday ever - which I know seems impossible since last year’s was pretty great, but this one will be the best one yet, I promise.” Y/N whispered as she pressed her hands into his back.

With Y/N moving her hands - and mouth - up and down his shoulders and back, this was was the most relaxed Draco had been in days. Between maintaining his “bad boy” image and dealing with whatever his father needed him to do, Draco had slipped into a minor depression - not that he’d tell anyone. But the only thing that ever came close to making him relax and see the good in the world was her. 



“I don’t want to.” Draco mumbled and closed his eyes tighter.


“I know that, Draco. But I have a whole day planned so get up and get dressed.” She placed another kiss behind his ear and the dormitory door swung open. Y/N jumped and Draco swung his head towards the door.

“Happy birthday, Draco!” Pansy shouted, dragging a tired looking Blaise behind her.

Draco groaned and his head found its way under his pillow.

“I thought I told you guys to wait downstairs.” Y/N rolled her eyes and swung herself off of Draco.

Pansy crossed her arms and cocked a hip.

“You were taking too long. I’m ready to get this day started!”

“Okay, okay! Draco, please get up and get dressed. Wear something casual, alright? We’ll be downstairs.” Y/N said and ushered Blaise and Pansy out of the room.


They only had to wait thirty minutes for Draco to finally drag himself down the long steps and into the Slytherin common room. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark black pants and although Y/N had known Draco for years, she still got butterflies when she saw him. He slung on arm around her, pulling her close, and planted a kiss on her temple. She smiled.

“Where to first then?” Draco asked.

The hike to Hogsmeade wasn’t as bad in June as it was in December - mainly because it wasn’t snowing. It didn’t take the four of them long to reach their first stop in the town. Y/N led the way with Draco holding her hand and following closely behind her. She stopped at the little station in front of the building.

“Hi, I have a reservation for four under the name Malfoy at ten?” she informed the girl behind the station. The girl smiled at the four of them and her eyes lingered a little too long on a certain platinum haired boy.


“Of course, follow me!” she exclaimed and led the four of them to their table.



 “Malfoy, huh?” Draco smirked down at his girlfriend and gently elbowed her in the ribs.


“For you. It was the only way they’d let me make a reservation.” she whispered back.


“How’d you do it? Did you take a polyjuice potion? Or did you just tell them you’re my mom? Did you take my last name as your own? Tell them we’re married? What’d you do?”


“I’m not admitting what I did or didn’t do to you, Draco. Assume what you will, but if I told you, I’m afraid I’d have to kill you.”

Draco chuckled and pulled out the chair for Y/N as they reached their table. Blaise did the same for Pansy and the boys sat down across from each other.

“Is this breakfast all you have planned today, Y/N?” Draco inquired while he stretched an arm around the back of her chair. Y/N shook her head left to right as she looked over the menu that had appeared in front of each of them.

“This is all she has planned with us, anyway.” Pansy muttered. Draco shot Y/N a questioning look then turned to Pansy.

“What do you mean by that, Pansy?” he asked.


“I mean that after this, you guys are going to explore Hogsmeade some more while Blaise and I go back to Hogwarts.”

The four teenagers enjoyed their breakfast. They sat and talked about big upcoming exams and how none of them really felt prepared for them - but did they ever? The four talked of their summer plans and how now that Voldemort was officially back, were they all coming back next year? Or were they staying home to help out their families? None of them knew for sure exactly what would happen. After an hour or so of dreary conversation, Y/N made them change the topic. This was a birthday breakfast after all.

The group finished their meals and went their separate ways. Draco held Y/N’s hand tightly as they went in and out of shops. She insisted on buying him something, but there was no way he was letting her do that.

Draco Malfoy was not very fond of his birthday. The only reason Y/N knew about it was because they had celebrated it a couple times when they were kids. Y/N took it upon herself to continue to make his birthdays a big deal once they got to Hogwarts. He wasn’t sure why she was so insistent on the topic. He didn’t understand. He was just a year older - no big deal.

Y/N led Draco to a small and quiet cafe. She knew he hated his birthday, but that’s the exact reason she made it such a big deal. To her, Draco had made it another year alive and for that, she was eternally grateful. She didn’t understand why he liked to sweep it under the rug. He hated presents and he hated surprises. She did both for him. She pulled out the box she had been hiding in her sweater pocket.

“I got this for you. Don’t say anything Draco, please. I wanted to do this for you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you. I know you hate presents, but I just had to.” she explained and set the small box down on the table. Draco eyed her then slid it to him.

Inside the box was a plain black ring. From far away, it looked extremely simple. Up close, though, it was carved with extremely intricate designs. There were swirls and snakes and when the light hit it just right, you could see the fangs on the snakes’ teeth. Picking it out of the box, the sun caught on some silver writing on the inside of it. He noticed his initials carved next to Y/N’s. His eyes filled with tears, but he held them back. This gift was automatically better than everything that Draco had ever been given.

“Is it okay? Do you like it? I know it’s not much, and you might think it’s stupid, but my family knows a guy who makes jewelry and such, and I asked him to make it for you. There’s a protection spell on it, so whenever you’re in danger, it sends a signal to a necklace I have back in my room and I’ll know you’re in trouble. It also protects you from any harm or at least-“

Y/N’s rambling was cut short by Draco’s lips on hers. His hands slid to her cheeks. He tried to convey how extremely grateful he was to have her in his life through that kiss. She pulled back a little and smiled.

“So you like it then? I know it’s kind of girly but-”


 “Of course I do, babe. Don’t worry. This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten and I’m so glad you care enough about me to at least try and make my birthday a special day. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Draco whispered.

“I love you too.” she kissed him briefly again. “It’s time for your next activity, are you ready to come on an adventure with me?”

“Every day is an adventure with you. Let’s go.”

Y/N led Draco back to Hogwarts. They held hands and Draco glared at everyone that looked at the pair. Y/N made it seem like she was oblivious to this fact, but she secretly liked that Draco got so easily agitated. It made people leave them alone. It also helped that he was a Malfoy and people feared the Malfoys.

As they climbed staircase after staircase, Draco’s curiosity got the best of him. They’d passed the Room of Requirement and they had definitely passed the Slytherin common room.

At the sixth floor, Y/N made a right and continued down a long, dark hallway. About halfway down the hall, she stopped and entered a classroom. It looked like it hadn’t been used in years. There was dust everywhere and a strange machine sat in the middle of the room. Y/N let go of Draco’s hand and he stayed where he was.

Y/N pressed the ‘on’ button of the projector and it roared to life. The lightbulb flickered once before gaining its strength to steady out. She pointed it at a wall while the opening credits of a movie played.

“What is that?” Draco asked skeptically.


“It shows movies or uh - moving pictures with sound, I guess. A couple of muggles showed it to me two years ago. I wanted to show you my favorite one.” she answered quietly, trying to gauge her boyfriend’s reaction.

“That’s a muggle device then?”

“Yes.”

Draco crossed the room until he was standing in front of his girlfriend.

“Oh, Y/F/N Y/L/N, if my father only knew how much of a bad girl you really are.” he smirked and pulled out his wand.

With a flick and a swish, there was a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. Snacks were piled by a corner of the blankets. The room looked sparkling clean. Y/N smiled and dropped onto the pile of blankets. Draco sat next to her and pulled her close. He wasn’t normally so easily convinced to do anything muggle related, but if Y/N liked it then it couldn’t be too bad.

Five hours and two movies later, Draco was whining as Y/N pulled him from the room. He pulled on her hand and tried to make her go back into that quiet and relaxing room with him, but she wouldn’t budge. She just kept leading him back down several flights of stairs. They reached the Slytherin common room and stopped right outside the door.

“Don’t get mad at me.” Y/N breathed. Draco rose an eyebrow and muttered the new password.

“SURPRISE!” a big group of people shouted.

Draco stopped just inside the door with Y/N following closely behind him. He hadn’t expected anything like this - not that he minded though. Draco Malfoy was always up for a good party. He smiled and waved as everyone went back to whatever it was they had been doing before the couple had entered the room. He turned around to his girlfriend.

“Why on earth would I be mad at you?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Y/N leaned back a little and looked up into Draco’s blue eyes.

“I know you don’t like doing big things for your birthday, but I just had to, babe. I wanted you to be able to celebrate with all of your friends - not just me.” she explained.

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then kissed her lips.

“Happy birthday, dude! Why didn’t you tell us?” Theodore Nott interrupted as he strode up to the couple. Draco disentangled from Y/N. He settled for his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t know, Theo. I just don’t think it’s a big deal.” Draco explained. Theo rolled his eyes and made his way to one of the drink tables.

Draco and Y/N pushed and shoved through the crowd and to the couches. They hadn’t had a decent conversation since they’d stepped in the place. Everyone wanted to wish Draco Malfoy a happy birthday. The couch was their usual hangout at parties in the Common Room and sure enough their were two seats left open.

After several hours of drinking and party games, everyone decided to head up to bed. In doing so, they also left the place a complete mess. Draco and Y/N had barely moved from their spot on the couch. The lights had gone out and they were sitting in front of the fire place enjoying the now quiet atmosphere. Her head was in his lap and he was playing with her hair.

“So tell me Draco Malfoy, did you enjoy you birthday party?” Y/N murmured.


 “If only because I got to spend it with you, love.” he whispered back.

“Please stop being cheesy for one second and be honest. Was your birthday everything and more?”

“Of course it was. Thank you for the best birthday ever,” he paused to lean down and kiss her cheek. “and for being the best girlfriend ever. I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you too, Draco Malfoy.”

They left the cleaning to the house elves and the two fell into a peaceful sleep on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room.

“Traditions” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Carl Grimes x Reader, Maggie and Glenn x Adopted Daughter Reader

Summary: When you and Carl sneak out of Alexandria to “explore”, you find more than you bargained for in an abandoned house.

Warning: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, implied smut, language, angry parents lol

Originally posted by monasax


“Are we still meeting up tonight?” You ask Carl as you hold Judith, bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“Yeah. We just have to be more careful this time. My dad almost caught me sneaking back in last time.” Carl says, taking Judith from your hands.

You and Carl had been dating ever since you got to Alexandria, and ever since you two got here, you’d sneak out a few times a week to go “exploring” outside of the walls. More often than not, you’d end up just going to the cabin that was a few miles outside of Alexandria to have sex, but occasionally you two actually went exploring around the abandoned neighborhoods. It was sort of a tradition now.

“I’m surprised I haven’t got caught yet. Maggie and Glenn are always up at random hours of the night for god knows why.” You respond. You and your parents were a part of Rick’s group ever since the beginning, but they had gotten killed during the attack of Hershel’s farm. Ever since then, Glenn and Maggie have acted as parents towards you, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“Probably because they want to wait until you’re asleep to-“

“Ah, stop there.” You put a finger to Carl’s lips, making him laugh. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.” Carl said in a mocking tone, repeating what Maggie had once told the two of you when she had walked in on a rather heated moment.

“Ah, shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes.

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Drive Me Crazy

Bellamy X Reader: Angst, smut

Request? Yes:
(Idk if I sent this in or not lol) could you do a Bellamy X read could be an AU where they were FWB Briefly(but had secret feelings they didn’t share to w/ other) on the ark. when both are on earth he’s a huge player and doesn’t know Y/N is there until he sees her talking to Murphy, causing him to become a lot tougher(over the top mean bc he’s jealous) and it gets too much she runs away causing him to go mad, sending out a search party.(long one plz, your writing is great)

Author’s note: This is extremely long, so please be prepared. It’s not just a smut like most of the other things I write.

Italics=Ground flashback

Bold italics=Ark flashback


You scramble over broken twigs and mossy rocks, nearly tripping over your own feet. A brief glance behind you sends a fresh wave of terror coursing through your veins. The cloud of acid fog moves closer, reaching out in finger-like tendrils that claw over the ground. You turn your head forward again and your legs carry you faster. It won’t get you. You won’t just be another name crossed off the list of delinquents.

You feel like you’ve been running miles. The grounder horn you heard must have been blown an hour ago, at least. Every time you get the nerve to turn, sure that you’ve distanced yourself from the approaching mist, it seems to have gained on you. You’re desperate now, eyes scanning the woods for any place that might just shelter you from the worst of it.

Air whooshes from your lungs as you slam into something solid when your attention is turned. You grip the tree trunk for support as you try to force oxygen back into your bloodstream, but you continue wheezing. Maybe this is it. That’s what the chancellor sent you down here for after all, isn’t it? To die? Your will to keep going dissipates with every painful breath. You’re all but resigned to take what you’re given. This has to be less painful than seeing his face again anyway.

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Requested: Neighbors - A Markiplier x reader imagine Imagine

 Request:  can you make a fanfiction/lemon where you live above mark and you go down to his balcony every night and he keeps the window open for you to come in and you’re best friends but become more than that. Requested by: @jackaboymarkimoostuff 

This is also for all of you guys who had begged for more Markimoo smut. Sorry it took me so long babes!

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Nevada Heat

Characters: Dean Ambrose x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, rough sex

Summary: Out of gas and out of patience, you find yourself stranded in the middle of the desert with Dean, with hours to kill until you’re rescued…

This is my first Dean fic! I know most of you are on my blog for AJ, but I wrote this for @toosweetme and figured I’d tag y’all who like reading my stuff! @llowkeys @livingthestrongstyle @alexahood21 @the-geekgoddes @wrestlingbabe @that-lolachick @lolabradbury @vebner37 @reigns420 @crowleysqueenofhell @iwannadiehere @devittslegos @mox-midget @blondekel77 @thephenomofdeathvalley-blog @skrillexslays13 


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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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anonymous asked:

I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 

“Rude.”

“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

anonymous asked:

OKAY WE NEED SOME FLUFF AROUND HERE. HEADCANON FOR THE ASSASSINS SAVING YOU FROM GETTING KILLED/HANGED. MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS.

I COMPLETELY AGREE WITH YOU, LOVE. THIS BLOG IS TURNING INTO AN ANGST SITE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. Excuse me, but I haven’t written this much angst in awhile. Bear with me for a bit.

Also I’m going to be doing more drabbles because there’s only so much I can do with headcanons. Apologies for the slight change, love.


Altaïr:

The minute he heard your scream echo in the closed alleyway, he immediately assassinated the two Templars standing vigil for any intruders and ran towards the sound of your panic filled voice.

You were only a civilian, an ordinary woman that Altaïr had only seen around Masyaf a few times. But it was enough for him to come to your rescue.

There you were, pinned against a wall with most of your weapons discarded on the ground with a Templar knight baring a yellow toothed grin at you.

“Look at you, squirming underneath me. Maybe I should bring you back to Robert so he can decide what will become of you. Rumor has it, that one of those Assassins has a vested interest in you.” The knight sneers and Altaïr quickly dashes behind your attacker and extends his Hidden Blade into his neck. He crumples to the ground, muffled gurgling noises erupting from his throat as his movements slowly stilled to a stop.

The tears you were desperately attempting to hold back flows freely as Altaïr embraces you tightly and you hold on to him, afraid that he would disappear if you let go.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now.”


(An AU of the headcanons I did for Ezio’s S/O being hanged because I won’t forgive myself unless I made a more happier version of that situation.)

Ezio:

No. This is not happening.’ Ezio thought to himself as he watched two guards lead you out to the wooden platform with a hastily made gallows and a noose at the ready, waiting to strangle an unfortunate soul to death.

You caught a glimpse of a white hood making its way towards the stage and you try your best to not exhale in relief.

Ezio’s here. As he always has been.’

You close your eyes in anticipation as the grip on your wrists slack and a knife is pressed into your hands. When you open your eyes again, you see Ezio standing in front of you, motioning for you to follow. You gladly do so, stabbing at any guards that try to hinder you from reaching your goal as the audience screams and runs haphazardly to safety.

The moment you approach a narrow passage between two tall buildings, strong arms wrap themselves around you and soft lips meet your own. You eagerly lean into the kiss as you bite on Ezio’s bottom lip.

“Do not try to force me to leave you behind again. I won’t be able to live with myself if I see you about to be hanged again.” He mumbles as he breaks the kiss.

“I promise, mi amour.” You reply as you kiss him desperately once more.


Connor:

“CONNOR!”

Your voice resonated clearly as you tried your best to fight off the redcoats that had begun to surround you. No matter how many you killed, there was always another to take their fallen comrade’s place.

This is how I die.’ You say to yourself until you see a arrow finding its way onto the neck of one of the advancing soldiers. Several more arrows find their path towards your attackers as you look up. There he was, standing with his bow and one more arrow notched, ready to injure its target.

You manage to take advantage of the chaos that had turned its favor towards you and you eliminate the last of the redcoats as Connor leaps off the roof and onto safe ground.

The only thing you thought of doing as Connor approached you was hugging him as tightly as you could manage.

“I’m here, Y/N. I’m right here.”


Edward:

You thought you had the upper hand, but as it turns out, you were wrong. Now you were thrown onto the wooden floor with your weapon too far from your reach and your assailant advancing towards you at an agonizing pace.

“You’re late to a meeting with Governor Torres, little miss.” Your assailant snarls as they snatch you by the collar of your shirt. You wriggle in their grasp as you feel the tip of their sword beginning to pierce your skin until blood stains your shirt and you fall to the ground once more. However, this time you’re saved by a pair of strong arms while you stare at a pair of blue eyes.

“Relax, lass, it’s only me.” Edward grins at you as he steadies you before handing your sword back to you.

You smile as you sheath the blade back before saying, “Thank you.”


Arno:

Not again. You won’t become like Élise.’ Arno’s thoughts scream as he races towards you through narrow passageways and various shortcuts around the catacombs. ‘The Templars won’t take you away from this world, not today.’

You try your best not to display any facial expression as you wait for the leather whip in your torturer’s hand to slash your body in its brutal manner when you hear the angered shouts of guards.

“ASSASSIN! GET THE PRISONER!” The head guard orders as he storms into the room, hastily removing you from the chair you were bound to. You feel coarse dark fabric being forced onto your head when you suddenly couldn’t feel anything at all. Everything had gone silent around you until you managed to hear faint footsteps circle around you before your eyes were exposed to light again.

“Arno?” You inquire softly as the binds slip off your wrists. A blue coat enters your line of sight before you feel the pressure against your ankles grow slack and you slowly stand up.

“Y/N.” Arno smiles gratefully and pulls you close to his chest.

Je t’aime, Arno.” You whisper into his ear.

Je t’aime aussi, mon amour.” He replies and the two of you stand there, time slipping away as the sun begins shining into the room.


Jacob:

“Let her go!” Jacob shouts as a brutish hulking Blighter continues to slice your arms. “She has nothing to do with this!”

“Sorry, love, but do tell us how we can get you to talk without harming your precious lady?” Another Blighter sneers as you scream in pain, a cut that was too deep and too much for you to bear.

“Like this.” Jacob snaps as he headbutts the taunting Blighter and steals his knife, effectively severing the multiple knots securing him to his chair. The brute that had been maiming you extensively stomps towards Jacob and lunges at him before Jacob swiftly sidesteps and buries the dagger deep in the Blighter’s back as he rushes towards you. He removes another blade from a nearby table and takes away the gag that had been forcefully stuffed in your mouth while he cuts the ropes from your arms and feet.

“You’re safe now, Y/N. You’re going to be okay.” Jacob insists as he begins to treat your wounds as best he can.

“Please don’t leave me, Jacob. Please.” You manage to sob as Jacob finishes wiping blood from your leg.

“Of course, love. I promise.”

Win or Lose | Baron Corbin

Baron Corbin x reader

He becomes frustrated after missing another opportunity and (Y/N) comforts him and offers him much needed encouragement and motivation.

Word Count: 1.276

Special thanks to @fan-fiction-galore and @imaginingwwesuperstars for the advice/help with this one.

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FEED ON ME

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
3 252
warning : smut
summary : Kai and Reader are best friends. After the transition Kai finds himself wanting to bite her , feed on her and … (lets just say the deleted scene got to me in a way and this story is the result.)
* gif by wood-x-chris

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It wasnt the first time Kai had shown up at Y/N’s place at midnight hours. It was their thing , or one of them at least. None of them knew that this night was going to change everything between them. Ever since Kai had turned into a vampire it became clear he had a thing for the real thing - no blood bags but feeding directly from someone. He liked how the warm blood dripped down his throat. Problem was Kai wanted one person’s specific blood - his best friends’ Y/N’s. Only her blood was able to wake up every fiber in his body. The young heretic didn’t know why that was and at first he had been worried to ask her , afraid she might push him away and he’d lose their friendship. After one accident with Damon , when the vampire tried to kill him again , Kai had shown up at Y/N’s place and she had been the one to offer to open up a vein for him. Later on Kai had told her how he cant stop thinking about her , biting her and being around her and she had agreed to help him , hiding a secret of her own.

It was one of those hot summer nights and Y/N laid in bed with a book in her hands. Reading was her escape from reality and every spare moment she had she took as an opportunity to do just that. Her life wasn’t ordinary , not in the traditional sense of the word anyways. Most of her friends were supernaturals and she was one of the few humans left in the group. Her best friend was a vampire witch hybrid. Though he was more than a friend to her - he was the missing piece in her life she never even knew was missing until he showed up.
Y/N flipped another page of her book when a gust of wind blew through her window and with a muffled thud someone’s feet landed on the floorboards. Her heart skipped at bit when she looked up from her book and saw Kai standing there looking hotter than ever. He was wearing jeans , a white shirt and his favorite dark blue / black jacket.
“Hey.” said Kai grinning motioning towards the window. “Why do you keep your window open so widely at night ? Don’t you know it’s dangerous ? Someone might sneak into your room.”
Y/N laughed , putting her book away moving a little on her bed to make space for him.”It might be , but not with you around.”
“Your friends would say the opposite.” replied Kai , kicking his shoes off climbing onto the bed next to her. “I am a dangerous sociopath , remember ? Even more so now that I am a heretic.”
“The only thing I find dangerous about you is how I could never get enough of your constant talking.” she laughed.
“You don’t find it annoying ?” he asked amused. “Most people would literally put a sock in my mouth to keep me from talking you know. Damon tried once.”
“Not at all. I love the sound of your voice.” she laughed. ”Are you hungry?”
Kai smiled at her , his hands behind his head. “Always am , sweetheart. Being a vampire is so weird. I can hear things from miles away and thats awesome except when I have to listen to your friends bicker. They do that a lot by the way.“
“Yeah , things are a little on edge lately.” she sighed tossing herself onto the pillow next to him. Kai turned to his side , his fingertips touching the skin on her neck feeling her blood flowing , pulsating in her veins.
“May I?”
“How many times do I have to tell you Kai ?” she said smiling moving her hair to the side. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Yeah but its nicer when I do.” he said rolling on top of her , his knee between her legs. Y/N smiled as Kai gripped her wrists holding them on either side of her head , purple black veins flickering under his eyes. The sight of Kai’s vampirism always did things to her - send butterflies to her stomach and shock waves *down there*. He smirked devilishly and sank his teeth into her neck.
The feeling of having a vampire feed on someone’s blood is hard to explain. Its a rush , pleasure and the good kind of pain at the same time. Of all three when Kai was feeding on her , Y/N felt the pleasure most of all. That night as every other night Kai had fed on her she felt the waves vibrate through her body , concentrating mostly on her heat. It was impossible to avoid the feeling. Her crush on him had grown into strong feelings and having him this close and personal did things to her nothing and no one else could.
A low moan escaped her lips as Kai drained an artery , slowly pulling away from her feeling Y/N slide down a little and grind her crotch against his knee. He wiped away his mouth looking at her with a surprise and curiousity in his eyes.
“S-Sorry.” she muttered. “I dont know why I did that…”
Kai was starring at her , only then realising the feeling he always got while feeding on her went both ways. He had thought it was one sided , a side effect of his vampirism or something but maybe he had been wrong. Y/N’s eyes met his , noticing a different kind of glow in them. He smiled nervously , brushing his fingers against her cheek for a moment before his lips touched hers , kissing her gently for a second but long enough to make her head spin even more than before.
Y/N’s heart beat faster than ever and she had trouble remembering how to breath, blink or function for that matter. Kai gazed into her eyes , trying to figure out her reaction. He could hear her heart racing after the kiss but had no idea what that reaction meant. Her heart always raced like that when he was around.
“Kiss me again” she whispered and his lips crashed against hers again ,demanding and hungry for more. He leaned towards her pressing his crotch against hers as their lips felt like they were glued together. Y/N moaned into he kiss feeling Kai’s hand slide between their bodies towards her heat. Kai pushed his way into her panties , rubbing her clit slowly with his fingers. He wanted her , not just her blood but her , all of her. He wanted to kiss every square inch of her body and make her his again and again.

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Sneaky pleasures (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

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Warnings: smut, sex, oral (female receiving), fingering
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Summary: Draco takes you to a nice dinner at Malfoy Manor but when dinner gets a little boring he knows just the way to spice it up!
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Author’s Note: I know I haven’t been able to write for this account, or my other one for that matter, very much at all recently. I am very sorry about that but hopefully with it being summer I will get many more writings in. And also, very sorry if my writing is a little rusty!
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“Relax babe! It will al be fine! They’re going to love you,” Draco said in his most assuring voice as he began to fix his tie.

“I really hope your right. Here let me help you.” You set the book you were reading aside and stood up from your spot on the couch within the Slytherin common room. You walked up to your struggling boyfriend and helped him straighten his tie.

“Thanks. And may I say, that you look ravishing my darling! Mum is going to love you.”

You blushed slightly at his comment and smiled down at your dress. You had put on your best attire for this evening, which consisted of a sleek emerald green cocktail dress with a sheer fabric at the top, that led to a back filled with the same sheer material and sparkles. You twisted the front pieces of your hair and pinned them at the back of your head upon the flowing curls. Emerald earrings, the ring Draco had given you that Christmas which was silver with a large emerald in the middle, and black heels finished off your look. Draco had on a black suit with a green tie to match your dress.

“Shall we get going my love?” Draco asked with a smile as he outstretched his hand to grab yours.

“It’s now or never.” You smiled and took his hand. In a split second the two of you had apparated to Malfoy Manor.

Upon your arrival you were greeting by a beautiful woman with a mix of both dark hair and just the right amount of the same platinum blonde as Draco, which helped you to the presumption that this was his mother.

“Oh! Draco darling, how are you? Ah, and you must be (y/n). So nice to finally meet you! Please come in.” She greeted you kindly with a smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you as well. Draco had told me such great things about you. Thank you for inviting me this evening, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“Please, call me Narcissa.” After giving his mother a kiss on the cheek Draco took your hand and led you to their dining room.

As you walked in another tall figure stood staring out of a large window with a glass of red wine held firmly in his right hand. He took a sip as he turned around to see us. The figures long blonde hair flipped behind his shoulder. This could be none other than Lucius Malfoy himself.

“Draco, would you mind introducing me to our guest?” Draco’s father spoke in an oddly cold tone.

“Father, this is (y/n), my girlfriend. The one who I hope one day will be much more.”

“Ahh, so nice to meet you, Ms…,” he stopped and turned his statement into a question.

“Uh, (y/l/n), sir.” You replied nervously.

“Ah! So you must be Armand’s little girl. You know your father and I worked together for many years.” Lucius spoke again trying to taunt me.

My father and him had worked for the dark lord together for years. They were actually very close friends, or so we thought. One night a mission went terribly wrong on Lucius’ part, but he decided to blame it on my father. This nearly got him killed by the dark lord, but instead just got us on Voldemort’s lowest rank death eater list. It was a hell of a time working ourselves back up to the place that we hold today. In conclusion, your were not Lucius’ biggest fan.

“So I’ve heard.” You said through gritted teeth.

Narcissa had walked in during the middle of the tension and quickly broke it up. “Dinner is ready.”

Everyone took their places at the table. Lucius and Narcissa on one side, you and Draco on the other.

“So, (y/n). Tell us more about your family.” Narcissa was the first to break the ice.

“I’m from the (y/l/n) family. Pureblood as I’m sure you already know. Armand is my father and as you heard he and Lucius work together.”

“Oh yes dear. We know well of your family.” She said with a smile. “I’m very happy that Draco has fallen for such a wonderful girl who belongs to such a remarkable family.”

Everyone continued to make small talk, asking each other questions. Draco had his free hand rested on your thigh. It felt that with each question his hand moving farther and farther up your leg. Soon he began to brush over your inner thigh gently with his finger tips. He fingers were getting dangerously close to your entrance, making you very nervous. You tried smacking his hand away but he just kept coming back.

His parents were right across the table from you, would he really do something like this? He is Draco, of course he would. You just prepared yourself to not freak out.

As Draco’s parents were in a small argument over a simple detail from a story Draco leaned over to you and whispered in your ear, as his other hand still roamed over your body,“ Take off your panties.”

You looked at him wide eyed and whispered back,“ Draco! No! Are you crazy?”

He smiled and winked. “Just a little bit. Do it now or you will regret it later.”

You sighed and nervously barely lifted off of the seat as you slid them off your hips, down your thighs, off your calves and around your heels. You took them in your hand and dropped them in Draco’s lap. He smiled and you could see a bulge starting to form in his pants.

His hand moved back to its original state and continued to move up until he made contact with your vagina. Two of his fingers spread your folds and one began to rub circles on your clit. You jumped a little which brought back Lucius and Narcissa’s attention.

“Is everything alright?” Narcissa spoke softly.

You glanced at Draco who was trying his best to not laugh. “Yes everything is perfectly fine thank you.” Right as you finished your sentence Draco inserted a finger into you. He moved slow and then fast. Alternating between the two speeds, and then circling hard in your clot you were getting close. You were getting ready to loose it right when Draco pulled away. You sighed and couldn’t think straight.

Only seconds later Narcissa spoke,“ Well now that everyone is finished, who is up for desert?”

“Actually, mum. I’m very full and I think that we are going to go talk for a while before we get any. Thank you though.” Draco smiled and stood up. You took his hand and he led you out of the dining room.

As soon as you were out of his parents sight he turned and pushed you against the nearest wall. He kissed you eagerly. “I really had to control myself in there.” He spoke before continuing your kiss and grabbing your ass. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you up the stairs, down the corridor and finally into his bedroom.

He threw you down on the large California king’s silk sheets. He unzipped your dress in the back and slid it above your head. You pulled him in by his tie and kissed him passionately. He then slid off his dress coat, followed by the tie and shirt. He smiled down at his tie for a second and you soon knew what he was thinking. He grabbed the tie in his hand and wrapped it around your head to where it was covering your eyes, then tied it in the back. You couldn’t see, but you knew he had gotten off the bed. You heard him walking and then finally he was back next to you.

“Put your arms up,” he spoke. You complied and he took your wrists and tied them together and then to the head of his bed. You were now completely under his control.

His cold hands roamed over your body. He squeezed your breasts and left hickeys on your throat.

His fingertips slid down your unclothed body and began to draw circles on your clit. You moaned as he increased the pressure. He was building you up and he suddenly moved away. You sighed, but couldn’t even complete your breathe before his mouth was attached to the place his fingers had just lingered. He sucked hard and kitten licked your clit. Meanwhile his fingers found their way back and to began to pump in and out of you at an accelerated pace. He wasn’t stopping, on the contrary, he began to sped up and add more pressure. You were sent of the edge as you moaned and came on his hand and mouth. He licked you lean and with on more kiss on your lips you heard the sounds of his belt hitting the ground.

Only moments later were you filled with him. His began to pump his dick in and out of you. He would change up his pace. Slow and steady then fast and vicious. Continuing with his second option was what brought you to a second climax.

He came back up and kissed your lips. He untied your hands first and then the one around your head. You leaned up to kiss him.

“That was incredible Draco.” You smiled.

“Same for me love. Now we ought to get dressed they may become a bit suspicious if we are gone too long.”

He smiled kissed your cheek and gave you your clothes back.

Once you were both presentable again he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your close. “I love you so much, (y/f/n),” Draco spoke softly.

“I love you too.”

looking like she should get it

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

request: @wellillbedamneddiggs​: “#50 “Please, don’t leave?”” and @hamfamhamfam: “request number 7 from the list you reblogged (“Wanna bet?”)? As in reader and Lin (Sin) bet that he can’t go for a week without having sex? Needlessly say he loses”

summary: reader and lin bet about not having sex for a week. reader’s determined to break him, and employs some interesting methods.

warnings: NSFW! Smut, teasing, mentions of dom/sub, sexting, masturbation,

word count: 2,133

a/n: title from ‘body and blood’ by clippng (duh its from a clippng song). teasing is fun, like one of my new favourite things to write. still gonna go to hell, no matter how hard i pray. Sorry Lin!

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Always- An Ivar Imagine

So @whenimaunicorn sent me the prompt: “Truth or Dare? I dare you to spend the rest of the night tied to Prince Ivar at the wrists.” Thanks for the prompt!

Here is the result. More angst than originally planned. Oops?

TW: mild sexual content, infidelity

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You had never known Hvitserk to be cruel.

Okay, that was a lie. You had never known him to be cruel to you. Other people were another story. But tonight, tonight you fell into that category of “other people”. For what he had done, you would consider the cruelest thing of all.

It had started innocent, a game of truth or dare among brothers and friends. It was a game played often, as you had known the Ragnarssons since you were all grubby children, playing in the mud. The ale and laughter had flowed, to the point where you could almost forget the aching hole that was etched permanently upon your heart. But then, it had been your turn. You had chosen dare. And Hvitserk, drunk and careless, had dared you to spend the rest of the night, tethered by the wrists, to none other than Ivar.

Ivar, the man you were hopelessly in love with. Ivar, the man you could not stay away from. Ivar, the man who would never be wholly yours.

You agreed to the dare, not only to be spared the severe penalty but to savour any sort of closeness you could get with the Prince.

You moved to sit beside Ivar. Someone came and bound your wrists together, you didn’t know who. All you could focus on were her eyes, staring at you from across the table, hating you. Wishing you would one day take to your father’s fishing boat and not return. Drowned, dragged to the bottom of the sea, a sea that she could somehow bend to her will. She knew, she knew that his heart lay with you and not with her. She was a pawn, a token used for land and power and offspring with a strong bloodline. You, you were the fire in his blood, the beating of his heart, the name on his lips when he took her to bed.

But you were a nobody, and princes did not end up with nobodies. They had mothers and fathers and brothers who pushed for alliances, for duty, for the good of the people. They ended up with someone who could give them those things.

You were not that someone.

You could feel Ivar’s skin next to yours, where your wrists touched, warm and familiar. It made you ache for an easier time, when there was nothing but bare skin and love and the hopes of the young and foolish. Hopes you could one day be together, love freely and without restraint. You hardly got any time with each other now. Every moment you could spend by his side was a precious one.

As if he could sense your distress, your lover placed your linked hands under the table, onto your thigh. He had not said anything when Hvitserk had issued the dare. He had not protested, had not insisted it be an insult to his wife to be tied to another woman. He had simply let it happen. A choice. A declaration. You over her, every time. And she knew it.

The weight of your joined hands on your thigh was comforting, a balm amidst the tension that was threatening to suffocate you. She flicked her eyes down to the table, disgust marring her pretty face. To her, you were worthless. She could not see what kept drawing him to you. You both knew she didn’t love him, only married him for the name and the power and the role of duty. But it irked her to no end that he did not fall at her feet like all the others, did not desire her body. She wanted to catch her prey, but he kept slipping through her net.

The game continued on. You could not focus. Ivar’s hand had inched higher up your thigh, fingers stroking over the soft material of your dress. Her eyes were now on her husband, cold and stony. He growled, baring sharp white teeth as his fingers sunk deep into your thigh. Baiting her, showing her what she was to him. The title of wife meant nothing.

It should have comforted you, to know he only wanted you. That she was nothing to him. But it still hurt. It hurt to know she carried the title of wife, and not you. It hurt to know she was by his side, would one day grow round with his child in her belly. She would have his future, and you would be naught but a secret in the dark. You did not want to share, you wanted all of him. Every moment, every look, every touch. It was not enough to know he loved you. Your heart was greedy. It wanted everything, for it and it alone.

Ivar pushed your joined hands further into your lap, fingers teasing your flesh. You could feel the desire flowing through them, his simmering need for you. With her, it was all about business, securing a child. With you, it was love and passion and burning, all consuming need. You did not get many chances to be together, and every encounter was a like a wild summer storm, fierce and raging.

He stopped his movements on your thigh, instead leaning over to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. No one was watching but her, no one cared but her. You should have felt bad for her, how must it feel knowing your husband cares not for you? But you did not. You would never see her as anything more than a thief. A thief who stole your happy future.

“Truth or dare?” Ivar whispered softly in your ear, voice laced with a dark lust. You shivered as his words slid over your skin like a silken scarf.

“Dare,” you whispered back, not daring to look at his face.

He leaned closer, his heady scent enveloping you like a tender embrace.

“I dare you to take me to bed. My bed.”

He meant the bed he shared with her, in the back of the Great Hall. You sucked in a breath. You had always met somewhere, never had he taken you in that bed, since he had gotten married. It was probably a bad idea.

But you did not care.

You stood up, grabbing Ivar’s crutches for him from where they leaned upon his chair. He allowed himself to give you a heated smirk, before the two of you awkwardly made your way towards the back of the Hall.

Her eyes followed you the whole way there.

But once you were enclosed in his private quarters, all thoughts but Ivar left your mind. He somehow managed to get his knife out of his belt, cut your bonds and throw you onto the bed with a few smooth motions. You eagerly reached for him as he lowered himself out of his crutches, desperate to feel all of him against you.

You needed him like air, you craved him like a drug. He fell upon you with a fervour only he could have, all groping hands and hungry kisses and loud, needy moans. He did not try to quiet himself, he did not care if she heard. If anyone heard. You found you did not care either. You arched into him and let him sweep you away in a tidal wave of pleasure.

He took you fast, and he took you hard. No loving caresses, no soft teasing, no slow and sweet build up. Pure carnal desire, the kind that leaves delicious aches and bruises to savour. Ivar in his truest form, making you cry out, making you beg for more, more, more. You knew nothing but the slide of hot, slippery skin, the taste of salt and sweat, the stars exploding behind your eyelids.

After, you curled yourself around him, pressing your shaking body as close as you could get. He enclosed you in his arms, letting you rest against him as you both caught your breath. As you laid there, your euphoria faded, and the ache in your heart returned.

“It should be enough,” you said softly, tracing a pattern over his chest with your fingers. “It should be enough to share you, and know that it is me who holds your heart. People do it all the time. Look at your brothers, sharing Margrethe between them. But I am selfish. I want you all to myself. I want to be your only wife, and the only woman you take to bed. I want to give you all your children. Is that wrong?”

He began to stroke his fingers through your long hair, blunt nails scratching gently over your scalp.

“It is not wrong,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “It is not wrong, for I feel the same way. I do not want to be tied to her. I do not want her to bear my children. I chose you, and only you, a long time ago. When I think of how I would feel if our situations were reversed, I want to kill something. The thought of another man touching your makes me sick.”

It made you sick, too. You twisted so you could press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“If only I was not who I am. If only I was like her, from a family worthy-”

He cut you off with a firm hand to your throat, pulling you on top of him so he could look at you with angry eyes.

“Do not ever say that again,” he growls, fingers squeezing, squeezing. “Do not wish you were anything but what you are. You are perfect. You are not less than her. Do you hear me?”

You nod, and his fingers relax. His eyes, however, stayed hard and blazing.

“I will find a way,” he vowed. “I will find a way to weaken her father, to make it so he is not more powerful than us. I married his daughter so he would not overpower us; I will make it so he has no power, and so I will no longer be in need of my marriage. Then,” his face softens ever so slightly, “then I will be free to marry whom I wish.”

It was a lot to promise, and probably very much unlikely to come true. But you clung to his words like a child clings to its mother’s skirts. A distant hope. You leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I should go,” you whispered, thinking of her sitting in the Great Hall. “I should go before she comes to you.”

His grip on you tightened, possessive. “No. You will stay. She will not come to me tonight. You will stay, and let me hold you. I will wake at least once with you in my arms.”

You knew you should leave, before leaving got any harder, but a night in his arms was more than you ever got. So you agreed, nestling down against him, letting him wrap himself around you. The darkness pressed around you like a comforting blanket, wrapping you up in a world where you could pretend only the two of you existed.

“Truth or dare,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark.

“Truth,” his hand was warm, calloused, perfect.

“Will you always love me? No matter what our lives become?” You knew the answer. But to hear it was a bandage across your broken heart

A sigh. A kiss on your head. Broad fingers squeezed yours.

“Always.”

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I known with Vikings sharing is caring, but I imagine some of them are not into it. Happy Sunday! ❤️

Suffocated and Smiling

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

A/N: Oh my gosh have you ever seen a worse title? Don’t worry though lol this is just straight up cuddly wuddly fluff. also im posting this off a computer for the first time (my laptop is broken so that wont happen often lol) so idk how formatting works oh boy oh man

“Stop wiggling!” You whisper, words choppy with a giggle. You try to shove him into a comfortable position but the room is dark and there’s not enough room for you to lie next to each other on the office couch.

Ethan shifts again, snuggling his head against your chest and tightening his arm where it rests against your side. “Nah.”

“You are…” You shift, trying to distribute his weight above you. “…incredibly frustrating.” You laugh when he smiles brightly up at you.

“Yup!” He brings a hand up to tap a finger to your lips. “But you love me.”

“Maybe.” You roll your eyes and he pouts. Sighing, Ethan lays his head back on your chest, wrapping both arms back around you and under your back. He’s heavy but you’ll deal with it.

Sighing, Ethan relaxes and suddenly you’re being crushed by dead weight. “Eth!” You slap your hand on his arm. “I literally can not breathe you’re killing me!” Ethan pulls his arms from under you and props himself up on his elbows so you can breathe again.

“Sorry…” He whispers and grins at you.You wheeze a little before reaching up and thumping him lightly on the side of the head. “You’re really trying to kill me.” You say quietly.

“Oh don’t be like that.” He drops his elbows to nuzzle against your neck and hold you close to him, basically trapping you in his embrace. His breath tickles and you try to push him away while you laugh. “Ethan! Breaks are supposed to be relaxing.” You laugh again when he moves his hands down your sides. Grabbing a handful of his hair you tug gently on it to pull him away. He starts to protest but you shush him. “Shh we’re supposed to be working. I’ll kill you if you get us in trouble.”

Ethan laughs again, but quieter. “It was your idea to sneak off.” He smirks at you and you roll your eyes.

“Shut up, you’re making it sound gross. You’ve been working all day you need to step away from that computer every once in awhile.”

Ethan grins and leans down to give you a soft kiss . “Aw look at you, all concerned for my health.” He shuffles down a bit and settles back above you in a way that gives you enough room to breathe but keeps you both from falling off the couch. Wrapping his arms back around you and returning his head to its resting spot above your heart, he sighs. “This is nice. Thank you.”

Your heart melts a little as you lean down to kiss the top of his head. “Of course, Eth. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

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You’re not sure when, but the both of you must have nodded off because the next thing you knew the room was bright and loud. Your brain tuned in just in time for Ethan to jump awake and ultimately topple off the couch, almost taking you with him. You can hear Mark laughing and you look up to see him in the doorway, hand still on the lightswitch. Tylers head pokes around the frame and he smiles at the scene. You reach down to help Ethan up and laugh at his messy hair and wide eyes.

“Nooo!” Amy’s voice reaches you as she runs back into the room. “Mark I told you not to wake them that would have been such a cute picture!”

You groan and hide your face against Ethan’s side. He stands in front of the couch, blushing like mad and holding your hand in a firm grip. Marks still laughing and you can hear Kathryn’s giggle as she enters the room.

“I hate you all.” You announce, voice muffled.

“Aww don’t be like that.” Amy pouts.

“I thought you looked cute.” Tyler adds.

You groan loudly and pull Ethan back onto the couch, attempting to hide behind him. He puts his arm around you but that only sets off another round of “aw’s” from the people at the door.

Ethan laughs quietly when you look up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes embarrassed. “We have the worst friends.” You say. 

Ethan laughs again, but still leans down to kiss you sweetly “I agree.”