but shh i needed more of them

13 Reasons Why (Tape 6)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Claire, Jody, Alex, Gabriel, John(mentioned), Mary(mentioned), readers mom(mentioned)

Warnings: implied smut, swearing, arguing, angst

Word count: 11,147 (I am so sorry)

Summary: While visiting Jody’s, Dean finally listens to tape 6 and learns that some people had a deeper relationship with you than he had ever expected.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

It was ironic really, that Jody had asked for them to go visit now that Dean was on tape 6. It was as if she knew it or something… But she couldn’t have. It was just a coincidence.

As soon as they walked in it felt tense. Jody, Alex and Claire were expecting you to be there, even though they knew that you never would be again. It was strange that you were gone. They were just waiting for you to walk in with a huge smile covering your face and a cheeky joke about your brothers. Back to when you were alive and everyone felt warm, but now they were cold. It was like a blizzard had hit them when the boys arrived without you. Like the sun had suddenly stopped shining and all the stars were missing from the sky. Sure, there were ups and downs that you had when visiting them, but regardless, it wasn’t the same without you.

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The One with the Blackout - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 5367

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst where I said there would be none. I’m sorry. 

A/N: Written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess Hubba Bubba Birthday Challenge. Sorry it’s like a week late. Life happened. This also wasn’t what I was originally gonna write but again…life happened. Sorry. 

Constructive feedback always appreciated!

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“So this is pretty nice.” Dean chuckled, grabbing your hand across the diner table. Sam and Eileen volunteered to spend the night watching JoJo to give Dean and you the night to yourselves and you’d spent it eating greasy diner food at an old dive bar. It was very much your style. “Not that I don’t miss my little girl but adult time is fun too.”

“You know she’s probably sprawled across our bed, right?” Dean snorted a laugh and nodded, knowing you were right. She always did that when you were both gone unless she passed out on the couch with Sam or in Sam’s bed.

“Well, this is a treat.” A voice sneered from behind you as the diner suddenly went dark and silent. High heels got closer and you turned, staring at a face you recognized quite well. “Never thought I’d run into you two again. Where’s that precious little girl of yours?” The tall blonde staring down Dean and you was a witch you both failed to kill several years ago, Gretchen, but you managed to kill her entire coven and family. You thought you ran her off, never to be seen again, but you were apparently wrong. “Come on…what’s her name again? Joanna Celeste Winchester?”

You gritted your teeth, unsure of how she knew about your daughter. “Who?” You decided to play stupid and Dean followed along.

“You must have us confused with other hunters. We don’t have a kid.”

“What dumbass would bring a kid into this life?” You scoffed, reaching for the gun tucked away in your holster.

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The Nightly Routine

Summary: Being a parent means you get no sleep.

Pairing: Domestic!SamXReader

Warnings: Breastfeeding (not explicitly described), mostly just fluff, I think I dropped one F-bomb in there too

Word count: ~700

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“It’s your turn,” you mutter weakly, turning over onto your side as he groans in protest.

“I just checked on him,” Sam returns sleepily, though you notice how he sits up and rubs his tired hazel eyes, the both of you tuning out the sound of the crying child a few feet away.

It’s loud and needy, but the few hours of sleep the two of you have been running on for weeks helps to dull the volume slightly. Just slightly.

“Fuck,” you moan, and you find yourself sitting up as your son let out another wail. “He’s probably hungry.”

Sam makes his way to the small crib and softly coos to your child, picking him up to bring him back to your bed.

The crying doesn’t stop, and you exhale quietly as you take the red faced infant into your arms. He settles within seconds of beginning to nurse on your breast, and you lean back against the headboard, closing your eyes.

“You okay?” Sam asks, and you nod weakly.

“Just tired,” you admit to him, rubbing your son’s tears from his cheeks carefully as he nursed. He was fussy and very picky when he ate; he didn’t like to be bothered.

“Daddy, Bubba woke me up,” you both look to the small voice in the doorway, rubbing her eyes with the back of her tiny fists.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” Sam makes his way to your daughter, scooping her into his arms to bring her back to your bed as well. “He’s hungry.”

“Why can’t he just learn to say I’m hungry like I did?” she asks tiredly, laying her head against his shoulder. Her pout is almost as good as Sam’s, and you have no doubt that as she grows she will perfect it into a weapon that will be hard to combat.

“He will, when he gets older,” you tell her quietly. “Right now he’s too young to talk.”

“He cries a lot and hurts my ears,” she continues, sticking a thumb into her mouth.

“No thumb,” Sam reminds her, gently patting her forearm. “You said you’re a big girl, and big girls don’t suck their thumbs anymore.”

“I don’t wanna be a big girl, Daddy,” she pouts and nuzzles into his neck. “I wanna be little again and not wake up when Bubba cries.”

“I know, baby girl,” he rocks her slightly as he sighs. “He’s gonna grow up soon, and he won’t cry at night anymore. Can you wait just a little bit longer?”

You turn your focus to your son, who is now pushing away from your chest, signaling that he is done with his meal.

You don’t hear your daughter’s response, or Sam’s following comments as you focus on your son.

Grabbing the rag from the bedside table, you throw it over your shoulder and burp him gently as Sam quiets your daughter.

After the burping, you rock your son gently until he falls asleep, and one look at Sam shows your daughter asleep on his lap, her arms curled around his neck.

You smile slightly at the sight and catch his gaze. As one, you both move to put your children back to bed, Sam to the adjacent room, and you to the crib nearby.

You make it back before Sam does and crawl under the covers, already almost asleep as he moves in beside you and lays his head in the crook of your neck.

A hand moves instinctively up to his hair, settling through the long locks as a comfort to the both of you as he places a featherlight kiss against your collar.

“And you want more of them,” you mumble against his forehead, throwing a leg over his hip as you cuddled into him comfortably. The lack of sleep was a very large reason of why you were hesitant to have more children, but Sam didn’t seem to mind.

“Shh, go to sleep,” he states against your flesh. “We don’t know how long this one will last.”

“When he cries again, he’s yours,” you inform Sam with a yawn. “I fed him, he shouldn’t need me.”

“Fine,” he agrees. “But she’s yours.”

You groan against him and then sigh, closing your eyes as sleep closed in.

“Deal,” you say, but you’re pretty sure he’s already back asleep and taking advantage of the quiet moment.

And in seconds, so are you.

Finally a take on the girls and a quick one at that. Similar to the first one, I messed around with both the movie and books/graphic novels to get this mess of a scribble. Shh! I hope ya’ll have a good day. Moving on!

Crying
Prinxeity
Anxiety was hungry, and not the normal kind of Hungry he always had. No, Anxiety was spinach corning, growling hungry. He burst into the kitchen, and grabbed a yogurt, unaware of anything else that was happening. He was about halfway through his yogurt when he heard the sniffling, and he flipped around. His eyes narrowed at the bent figure, and he realized it was Roman, crying into his sash. Anxiety dropped his yogurt, it exploding as it hit the floor, and rushed over to the prince. Anxiety cradled him, talking a mild a minute,”Hey… Crying is my job… Shh… it’s going to be alright… what happened?… What do you need?… You can tell me… Deep breaths….How can I make it better?…”
His calming words trailed off, becoming nothing more than soothing sounds crashing against Princey’s choking sobs, and the depressed boy was whispering soothingly. It was a sharp contrast to their normal ways, but if anyone knew crying, it was Anxiety.
Eventually, after about 10 minutes, them just laying there Roman cradled in Anxiety’s arms, Princey calmed down enough to form a coherent thought, and he began to choke out the words: “I … was … just… cutting… some…onions.”
At this, Anxiety stands up suddenly, pushing Princey off his lap. “Onions?” he shrieks.
With his voice still echoing on the cupboards, Anxiety strides out of the room, and slams the door, leaving behind a splattered yogurt, and a mute Prince.
Inspiration comes from @prinxietytrash, @incorrectprinxietyquotes, and of course @thatsthat24.
I don’t own anything, just my adaptation.

The best part of the How to Train Your Dragon movies isn’t even the plot.

It’s the emotions, the reactions, the expressions, the details.

They don’t follow cliches.

When he found Toothless, it wasn’t the fish that made them friends. It made Toothless less murderous, but he still wouldn’t let Hiccup near him. It was a moment of bonding that let them be friends. A drawing, a dance, and patience. That’s what it took.

When he was in the battle arena, Hiccup tried to make Toothless leave after he saved him. But Toothless wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t listen because he thought Hiccup was still in danger. But when Hiccup yelled no, Toothless listened then because of the way it was said. When he told him to leave, he was worried. When he told him to stop, he was scared.

When you see a loved one you thought you lost, or you are the loved one. It cliches them running, and hugging and crying. But these movies show a different reaction. Hiccup is confused, Stoick is quiet and careful, and Valka is afraid.

Things that usually make movies boring, re-imagined. All of these things that you sometimes know are coming, and they do. But they come in a different way. Instead of when someone dies, the MC immediately attacks the cause, or killer, Hiccup went over and cried over his dad for a moment. He never attacked or yelled at Drago about it. He never even mentioned it to him. 

Hiccup didn’t hold a grudge against Toothless. He yelled at him a moment, but that is a natural reaction. You can tell he regrets it very fast. He tries to save Toothless before being held back.

These movies showed so much love and trust between Hiccup and Toothless. Toothless tried harder to get out of the place where he fell to save Hiccup then he did to save himself. Hiccup trusted Toothless to save him from pillars when he was flying top speed towards them. 

Hiccup challenged his tribe, and his own father, for Toothless.

Toothless challenged a dragon 1000 times his size for Hiccup.

This is why I love these movies so much. This is the reason I have watched them at least 20 times this month alone. 

This is what Dreamworks needs to aim for every time.

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sleepover | cheryl blossom

Originally posted by snowhites

a/n: work of my co-owner xx

what is a ‘best friend’?

almost everyone has one, and almost everyone is one. there’s something about a best friend that cannot be duplicated.

everyone has their own definition of what their own best friend is like and what an impact he or she has made in their life. For me, it’s Cheryl, Cheryl Blossom.

we started off as chem partners and immediately became friends. we were there for each other. she was there for me when my sister moved out and I was there for her when Jason died.

true friendship is a divine quality. to get a true friend is rare achieve­ment now a days, & cheryl really was one, or so I thought.

far more recently, our friendship had started to fade. I was lonely,confused. I tried to call her, to help her, but I failed. I knew her like a back of my hand, something was going on.

It was the first school day of the semester. I was happy, yet a little nervous. I was walking down the hall, starting at my phone, trying not to draw much attention to myself when i hear my name being called

“Y/N?!”

it was one of my good friends Kevin.

“Kevin! Hey” I greeted him with a warm smile.

a few classes have passed and it was time for the cheerleader try outs with cheryl.

I was anxious to meet my friend once again, after a long time. I put on my short shorts and the River Vixens shirt.

Cheryl made me a Vixen last year. She was very protective and possessive of me since the other girls truly hated me. Suddenly, a skinny read haired girl entered the Ladies Room. It was one and only Cheryl Blossom. I sighed, trying to get myself together.

“Okay, listen up!” She clapped her hands in order to gain some attention.

“The next football match is in 7 days, ladies. Which means, hard work”

“What on earth are you waiting for?! Get out!” She shouted. I nodded, avoiding any eye contact.

“Not you!”

Boom. That was it. I frooze. She approached me.

“Hey” she said in a sweet, calm voice.

“Um… Hi… Cheryl” I laughed awkwardly.

“Look… How…”

“Shhhh…” She pressed her finger onto my lips.

“Sleepover. Thornhill mansion. Tonight. 6 PM. I’ll explain everything”

I gasped in confusion and mumbled ‘okay’ to myself.

time passed quickly. It was already 5.30 and I was ready to go. I was completely confused, was Cheryl hiding something?

I decided to go by my bike, since my car was not in a good state. Cheryl and I used to drive around with my car late at night. Those were adventures. I smiled to myself while a tear rolled down my cheek. 

I entered the massive place where the Blossoms had lived. I found it strange that Cheryl wanted to be my friend in the first place, since my family wasn’t rich at all, I guess our friendship was strong, right?!

“Y/N?!” I heard a familiar voice. It was her.

“Cheryl.” I hugged her tightly. God, I missed tat feeling.

“Let’s go up stairs!”

the atmosphere was more than weird. Something truly strange was going on with her.

“You want a drink?” She said sweetly. 

“Um… I don’t drink, remember?” awkward silence. 

“Yeah, sure, whatever. “ 

“Cheryl” I shouted. “What’s going on?“ 

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know the truth. A single tear escaped her eye. 

Then more and more. Suddenly she turned into a sobbing mess. "Cheryl, I…”

“It’s them. My… My parents.”

“Shh…” I hugged her and sat on the bed.

“Jason… He was the one. I’m not. My family, they hate me, Y/N." i started to cry too. 

"Everybody hates me" more tears rolled down her cheek. 

"Hey” I laughed. "Remember when when we pranked your parents on Halloween?“ I tried to brighter up her mood. 

"They thought somebody broke into the house” a small laugh escaped her mouth.

We looked into each other’s eyes and laughed.

“I don’t hate you, Cheryl’ I whispered softly.

"You are my best friend, I can’t possibly hate you” I smiled to her. We spent the rest of the night cuddling in her bed and talking. It was simply beautiful.

This world is changing so fast at a speed of light that even though we know we both change and we’re finding our place in the world and we both know that when the tears fall we’ll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we’re not best friends anymore.

OSF AU - “On the World Stage” (Extended Trailer)

So there is a slightly longer section for this, where editing is a bit choppy. But here you go anyway, for now. :p


Marineford was a nice place. Large, dignified, polished…brimming with eager soldiers of all ranks and plenty of guns pointed toward the sea. Battleships bristled with cannons and the sound of human activity carried along the wind and up through the island’s structure. The sea breeze on the edge of the Tarai Current was refreshing, particularly after days of travel to reach this particular, fortified spot. The base buzzed with nervous energy as the garrison prepared for a war that could shake the very foundations of the world. Almost literally, when one accounted for the possible presence of a master of the Gura Gura no Mi. The Marines were ready. The war would not find them wanting.

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Hartwin, 47

47. “No one needs to know.”

“Harry,” the voice says. “Oh, fuck, is that you?” 

Eggsy’s standing there in the doorway, hair mussed and clad in a Kingsman suit, and Harry’s breath catches. He’s bare-handed, but his fists are clenched, ready to throw a punch, and his eyes flash with shock before his arms collapse at his sides. “Oh, fuck. I thought…oh, Harry. It’s you, isn’t it?” 

“Yes,” Harry says, rising from his bed, then winces at the ache in his head. Poppy gives him painkillers, but they’re not a cure-all, and he doesn’t take them unless they’re forced down his throat. Eggsy still looks stunned, lips parted, eyes as green as the highlands he and Merlin explored as boys. 

“We gotta get you out of here,” Eggsy says, looking behind him. “Now.” 

“How did you know where to find me?” Harry asks. He’ll need a weapon, but Poppy is always careful that he has none. The safety razor is taken away each morning, the utensils he uses to eat are flimsy white plastic, and he’s always kept heavily drugged by whatever the tiny bursts of air emitting from the walls of his cell are. His head is always foggy, always confused, and the marks he uses to keep track of the days must be wrong, but he keeps doing it out of a desire to preserve some amount of sanity and control. 

“I knew you were alive,” Eggsy says, “and I never stopped searching for you.” 

Eggsy had faith in him, as boundless and as endless as the sea. That realization makes Harry want to kiss him, draw him into his arms and say all the things he should have said instead of the hurtful words he’d snapped at Eggsy before leaving. 

Clearly, Eggsy sees, and his eyes widen for an instant, something like a smirk creeping across his face before being replaced with a softer smile. “I missed you,” he now says, and every thought Harry has vanishes with the questions crowding in his mind. “I missed you so much.” He shakes his head. “Remember when you were in that coma, and I kept sneaking down to see you? I knew I couldn’t lose you then, and I can’t lose you now.” 

“Eggsy…” Harry says, but Eggsy comes up, pressing a finger against his lips. His hands are smooth, unblemished, with nothing so much as a dark pink scar from his right knuckles, and Harry stares down at them as one of them coil around his tie. 

“Shh,” Eggsy whispers, “no one needs to know.” His lips ghost over his, and Harry detects a trace of something sickly sweet, something that smells like strawberries. 

Summoning all of his strength, Harry places both hands on Eggsy’s chest and shoves him away. 

The cloaking falls, and in Eggsy’s place stands Poppy, looking disappointed. “And here I thought I was going to be a bit more successful this time,” she sighs, then looks towards the cameras with a short glare. In that second, Harry thinks about lunging for her, wrapping his hand around her throat, but knows it would be futile. There are guards waiting outside, along with countless security measures Merlin, safe in London, would have to break. “Clearly, my information was flawed.” 

“Oi,” a voice complains through the speakers embedded into the ceiling, indignant and drawling. Hesketh. That fucking bastard. “I gave you what I could on Eggsy. Not my fault.” 

You don’t know enough about Eggsy to break me, Harry thinks. It’s a bitter triumph. 

Still, he needs to be careful. Poppy will eventually perfect her concoction and the first test subject will be him, trapped in this cage without an ally. He has to play the good prisoner, confused and as helpless as he can seem, and perhaps would be able to get more privileges. 

Harry knows what leverage he has: information about Kingsman Charlie isn’t privy to and skills that Charlie also cannot match. Poppy’s come in, making references to the footage of the South Glade Mission Church. She knows what he can do, and she clearly wants him to do it for her. It matters not that she has mercenaries of her own, including Chester’s treacherous candidate, with fantastic weapons made out of prosthetic limbs; Poppy’s stockpiling and wants to have everything in her arsenal ready for whatever she wants to do. 

Until then, he’ll keep fighting. Poppy will never get a word out of him, not an inkling, and he’s slowly memorizing all of her tricks. She won’t kill him, not when he’s so valuable, and eventually, he’ll slip through her defenses and find his way back home. 

And when that day comes, he’ll get to see Eggsy again. 

Send me a pairing and a number, and I’ll write you a drabble

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Authors note: This is my first story, I encourage you to let me know how you’re liking it so far. I would also like to thank @starshinesupergirl for all the help (if you dont follow her you probably should. 

Some Walking Dead Characters

THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER PLEASE READ WARNINGS

Warnings: graphic violence, gore, language, rape, food water and sensory deprivation, murder.

Chapter Summary: Negan swings around after a traumatic moment, but she dodges him again. 

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

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Chapter Eight: Red Water


I slowly brought myself to my feet, my bottom lip quivered and I let out a shaky breath.

He was standing in front of me, alone and I didn’t even have a game plan. I couldn’t run or fight, the lack of food brought me to a surrender, physically.

The man approached me his eyes were dark and dangerous. His demeanor was serious and ominous.

Stalking closer to me, my eyebrows furrowed, my blood boiled and my stomach was in ropes.

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Requiem

CSM

There is, he supposes, a certain poetic justice to it. At the very least, a measure of dramatic irony in the fact that he is dying for real this time, and the only man who could probably save him is one whose death he arranged mere weeks ago.

Then again, it’s not as though Cobra would have deigned to lift a finger to help him, not after everything. No, the end result would have been the same, regardless of whether Cobra still lived.

Still, it is inconvenient. The fix should theoretically be a simple one, only there is no one left who might be capable of pinpointing the precise nature of his chip’s malfunction. In two weeks, he’s gone so rapidly downhill, systems failing one after another, that if he bothered to look in a mirror, he would be hard pressed to recognize himself. If an answer cannot be divined in the very near term, he won’t make it through the month.

It is the very best sort of surprise, then, when he learns of the crash in Oregon. New technology, undoubtedly more recent than what they’ve already obtained, could very well hold the answers to a cure. Or if not that, to a temporary reprieve, one that could buy him more time. He needs to get whatever’s on that ship. There is only one small problem.

The group’s more or less disbanded, his recent decline precipitating the final unraveling of the project. Despite all his ego, he never would have actually believed himself to be the glue holding the whole thing together. And yet…

So no, he does not have the resources he once commanded. But there are still a handful of players, if he’s desperate enough to call them up off the bench. And he may well be desperate enough.

“Greta–” His voice is a half-wheeze, half-croak. “I need… for you to get Marita… Covarubias on the phone for me.”

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Topp Dogg: you're dating them but another member likes you

Summary: they haven’t told the others about your relationship, and one of the members develops a crush on you and…yikes~~💛


P-Goon: I see him being the most mature, as in he wouldn’t do anything irrational such as yell at them or tell them off- they didn’t know. He’d shrug it off, and calmly explain to them that you two have been together for a while, and that he’s sorry for confusing them… but you’re all his, and if they try anything, they better count their blessings.

Hojoon: FOR SURE would want to keep his relationship secret. Not that he’d want to, he would just rather live a life where the others aren’t teasing him about your relationship. When he sees someone confessing to you, he’d jump and  grab you. “Yahh, what do you think you’re doing, touching y/n like that?!” Would regret acting so emotionally, and apologize afterwards and explain that you’re with him.

Sangdo: after blushing and cutely giggling at your ‘help me Sangdo wtf’ expression, he’ll finally jump in and end any further embarrassment for the other member. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner. Y/n’s dating me, and we’ve been together for a couple months. We just thought we should wait before telling anyone…guess we were wrong.”

Nakta: tbh he’d end any sort of advances from the other member, just bc he’d notice right away that there’s definitely something off about the way they’re acting around you. He wouldn’t be particularly angry or give them attitude, he’d kinda laugh and pat their shoulder in a fatherly type way. “Sorry…but this one belongs to me. One of her friends is single, I think. Right, y/n?”

Hansol: would act the most dramatic out of all of them (surprise!!!) And might end up giving the other member the cold shoulder. You’d have to explain to him that there’s no way they could’ve known about your relationship since you’ve kept it secret. He’d hesitantly apologize to them, but still threatens to ransack their rooms if they ever touch you.

B-Joo: he’d be in a laughing fit, and everyone is unsure if he’s finally lost it and gone insane or just laughing at your blushing cheeks. After a few minutes, he’d take a deep breath and stretch his arms around you. “Aish, this is such a relief. Can I finally tell them, y/n? Wait don’t answer, I will anyway shh. We’re together. You’re jealous, right? Yeah, be jealous and don’t touch my y/n like that again smh.”

Xero: ugh it’d be practically impossible to keep your relationship hidden for long bc he always want to be 2 feet away from you or touching you somewhere. So if the other member is still oblivious, Jiho would just roll his eyes and laugh at him. “Hyung, idk how much more obvious I can be, so tbh I’m gonna need you to take those winks somewhere else.”

A-Tom: relentless joking with the other member…“oh, you like y/n too? Well, I guess you’re gonna have to pick between me and him.” He’ll keep smirking and winking at you, while the other member is so confused and doesn’t know what’s going on. You’d have to be the one to shyly break the bad news to him. He’d then sling his arms around you, smugly, “well, I guess you have good taste, huh?”

Yano: unsurprisingly, I think he’d be quite upset at them even when he CLEARLY knows that your relationship is secret. Pls just hold his hand and give him a few kisses, then he’d man up and confront the other member. He’d still be pretty apologetic and bow many times to them, saying that he’s very protective of you so he’d appreciate it if they accepted your relationship.

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anonymous asked:

Ohh what about rough sex with Jack? Like heat of the moment stuff

A/N: Had fun with this, also didn’t proofread…don’t hate me lol This also takes care of a few requests I got for him so…yeah.


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You had known Jack for some time now, and despite the quiet nature he showed in public you knew the person he really was. The young sculptor was a sweet, caring, and gentle man, but beneath that was a passion not even silence could hide. And it was a strong passion he chose to bestow upon you on more than one occasion. Whether that be in the barn, or the yet to be built cathedral, he took every moment with you as a chance to have you all to himself.

“Let me have you…”

His words took a moment to process, but as his toughened fingertips slid along your inner thighs, spreading them wide to allow himself between them you understood what he wanted.

“Jack, not her-ah!”

A whimper fell from your lips, eyes screwing shut as he nipped the top of your exposed breasts. His warm tongue slid along the bruise that was forming, and you’d be lying if you said a heat didn’t automatically begin to build inside you.

The sculptor just groaned deep in his throat, caressing his lips across your chest as he undid the ties of his pants. He freed his aching length from the confines of his trousers, stroking himself slowly for a moment before prodding at your entrance.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, gasping loudly as he roughly pushed into you, stretching your walls to accommodate his size.

“Jack!”

“Shh…”

He silenced you with kiss, licking along your bottom lip as he bucked forward, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the cathedral walls.

“I love you…unh…m-more than anything.”

His words were strained, forced out as he tried not to growl and grunt too loudly. Last thing either of you needed was to alert a monk to your sinful pleasures.

You slid your fingers up the slick skin of his neck, tangling them in his red hair as you moaned against his mouth. Your breaths mingled together, both of you trying to reach that high that would have you coming back for more later on. It was always like this, him surprising you, making you giggle or smile as he kissed along your ticklish neck and begged for a quick tryst. You always tried to deny him, yet with those green eyes, and pleasant smile it was always a losing battle.

His thrusts grew feverish, hips snapping forward harshly as he tried to pleasure you to the point of crying his name out. With a groan he reached over you, gripping your wrists in both hands as he slammed them back into the stone wall, restricting your movement as he continued to roll his hips down.

“Tell me you love me.”

Your face was turned to the side, lips parted in bliss as he brushed that one part of you that made every muscle contract in want. Your back arched slightly up, breasts pressing into his sweaty chest, eliciting a long satisfied moan from him.

“Say it…”

Jack leaned down, kissing the corner of your mouth as he panted, his hot breath ghosting along your flushed cheek. He dragged his tongue down your jaw, along your pulse until he stopped at the juncture between your throat and collarbone. He gave you one last chance to say those three words, eyes half lidded as he found himself getting lost in the pleasure of your tight walls.

“Say it, Y/N.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, not wanting to cave under his demands. But, he didn’t quite accept your rebellious actions, and instead bit down on your shoulder, grunting out as he slammed his hips down, fucking you roughly into the floor as you heatedly said his name.

“J-Jack…gods sake just, please…”


You were desperate for release, your thighs already quivering in desire as he continued his strong rhythm. He nuzzled your cheek, pressing his nose into it as he smiled.

“I won’t give you what you want…”

Between his husky breaths, he chuckled at your needy whines, knowing by the end of the hour you’d be begging him.

“Until you give me what I want.”

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Probs going to hell for writing sex in a church but whatevs

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Heyooo got your next chapter of Walls right here :)

Just wanted to point out that I don’t really have a headcanon as to where Berk actually is, aside from “Anywhere USA” which is why commonly celebrated US holidays will be mentioned here. Berk does experience all four seasons, narrows it down some.

This chapter has some T action in it, so you’re aware. Next chapter is fully written but I’m still editing it. Hope to have it posted somewhat soonish?


Astrid blinked her eyes open blearily, her dream regressing from the forefront of her consciousness into a hazy background. She squinted at Hiccup’s alarm clock, green light displaying 3:30 am in the darkened room.

She squirmed, pressing her thighs together. That had been some dream, playing out like an R-rated movie, which unfortunately cut off right at the good part.

Hiccup’s breathing was deep and even behind her and she rolled her head restlessly on the pillow. Would it be terrible to wake him up for a little action? He did it to her once, she could even the score… though somehow waking him up and asking him to scratch her particular itch made her pause. They argued enough about the current status of their physical relationship and she was loathe to get into it this early in the morning. Still, the persistent ache was not about to go away and it left her wondering how she could relieve it.

She curved perfectly into his lap, his body heat seeping into her backside and she subconsciously wiggled her hips against him. If only he’d wake up on his own, ready to go. Her movement seemed to rouse him; he sighed and roped an arm around her waist. She perked at that, hoping maybe if she did some more pointed nudging she’d get him in the mood.

Instead she was disappointed when he seemed to fall back asleep. His hand was hot and heavy against her torso, holding her just below her chest. She stifled a frustrated groan, wishing he would move it just a little bit higher, or even better, lower. His breath against her ear tickled her hair and only served to agitate her further.

Just, wake up and do me already!

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F: Greetings, Berryverse! As you can see, I’m still pregnant, and Aureus is still my boyfriend! I suppose that was the ultimate test and he proved to be the most chill guy ever who will absolutely never leave me.

A: True.

F: At first, this whole revelation kind of creeped you out and quite a few accused me of faking, which is something I could relate to, trust me. But over time, you gradually got more excited, just like me, and kept asking for updates on the baby, so I figured why not give you the fanservice you all deserve and make a super cute happy family video?

A: Awh, you’re such a considerate father to your fans.

F: Right? So Aur and I had a little search and found some psycho tests, you know, along the lines of “which type of boyfriend are you” and we’re going to take them right now! Tbh, I just really love these and needed an excuse, but shh.

Working on more kitten!Seb heat porn-with-feels for @thebestpersonherelovesbucky

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Sebastian’s eyes are shut, head thrown back. His hips jerk restlessly: Chris isn’t touching where he most needs to be full, where he’s most sensitive. He cries a little; Chris yanks off his own clothes, bends down over him, uses thumbs to swipe tears away. Salt and love on his skin.

He whispers, “It’ll be okay, baby, hang on, I’ve got you, I’m taking good care of you,” and pulls his kitten’s legs up and apart. Seb moves readily, eagerly, yearning.

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