could not fit anymore

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For this to work Neil should both be a little shit and have exy balls with him at all times, so it seems pretty reasonable to me

Based on this

Also imagine Nicky shouting “Kinky!” in the bg for extra nonsense

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Screencap redraw - Lunyx Anastasia AU

Lunyx was like my first ship in the game/movie so I’m curious what they look like in my drawing. and since I’m getting addicted with screencap redraw/crossover, these happened. My curiosity has been appeased.

I heard that your city went from drought to
flood over night. That your weather has the
perfect condition for wildfires. All I could
think was, how fitting.

That heavy sky isn’t hovering over me
anymore. The bottom dropped out where
you could see it. A public display of affection.
I’m always wishing you well, but there’s still
days I’m saying it through gritted teeth.

I think my body just got tired of always
drowning, so it learned how to stay afloat
even when you say my name.

There’s a time that this would have left me
feeling angry. That rain came for me and now
you’re taking it. But I don’t think I want it any-
more. I want to keep writing about pink skies &
I don’t want every sunset to look like it’s trying
to set me on fire. I can’t keep outrunning flames.

Every day that I keep living is a funeral for the
dead girl that I never wanted to be.

I don’t want to see California every time I look
in the rear view mirror anymore. I’m breaking
the glass for the last time. There’s no more room
for bloody knuckles here.
—  Leaving California, Angelea Lowes

TEASE - GRAYSON DOLAN *SMUT*

Warnings: smut, daddy kink!!

Requested!“I’ll be here.” Grayson sighed, throwing himself onto the giant chair in the dressing room. He laid back as you closed the door to the dressing room. It was late in the evening and you wanted to find some sexy lingerie but Grayson was too busy to notice what you were picking from the shelves. You quickly shimmied your clothes off, sliding on a blue and black lace thong with a matching bra. You gave yourself a quick look as you slowly opened the dressing room door. Grayson looked up from his phone, his jaw dropping immediately. You smirked as you did a full 180, bending over so he could get a better look at your ass. Grayson shifted himself in his seat, still in shock.
“You look so fucking sexy.” Grayson’s voice lowered an octave. You shrugged, returning to the dressing room as you quickly closed the door, picking up your next matching set. This time you chose a dark red silk and lace matching set with some lace stockings. The stockings reached mid thigh as you admired yourself in the mirror, biting your lip. This was definitely the one. You slowly opened the dressing room door, making sure nobody was around as you slowly strode over to Grayson. He watched you, his jaw dropped as you closed his mouth, straddling his hips.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” Grayson groaned as you lightly grounded down on his growing member.
“Maybe I do.” You smirked, tracing his jawline with your finger as you bit your lip.
“Get your ass back in that dressing room and change. We’re going home.” Grayson groaned in your ear, groping your ass.
“Sure thing, daddy.” You lightly grazed your hand over his bulge as you got up, swaying your hips as you walked back into the dressing room to change with a smirk on your face.
The whole drive home left you in the passenger seat, clenching your thighs together. The impatience of Grayson beamed as he sped over the speed limit. You were both so anxious to get home, you didn’t have any time to buy anything. Grayson insisted not to buy the lingerie because he would end up ripping it off you that night. You bit your lip, looking over at Grayson. He ignored your stare and you smirked, watching his jaw clench. Grayson ripped the car into the driveway, quickly shoving it into part and getting out of the car. You followed his movements as he took long strides up to the front door. Grayson opened the door for you, he let you walk in first as you heard the door shut roughly. Grayson spun you around and you yelped as he grabbed your ass, picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as his mouth attacked your neck. He bit at it roughly, groaning in your ear,
“You think it’s okay to tease me in public?” He bit your ear lobe, trudging up the stairs to your bedroom. His hand fumbled with the doorknob as his other hand had a tight grip on your ass, holding you up with the best of his strength. Your hands held the back of his head as your tongues danced together impatiently. Grayson pushed the door open as he walked straight to the foot of the bed, laying you down roughly. Your body bounced on the bed as a soft giggle fell out of your mouth. Your smile quickly faded as Grayson eyes darkened as he removed his shirt. His muscles flexed as he quickly threw it across the room. Grayson pushed you further onto the bed as you slowly watched his body cover yours. He took your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head as his mouth attacked your neck. You tilted your head back, giving Grayson more access as he left his marks on your body. A small gasp left your mouth as he sucked on your sweet spot. You felt him grin into your skin as the gasp left your mouth. You watched as he cascaded his kisses down your collar bones, stopping at the collar of your shirt. He slowly lifted it over your head as he continued his kisses past your breasts and straight down your stomach. His kisses stopped at the top of your jeans as you impatiently wiggled beneath him. He laughed lowly as he stared up at you. You were completely under his commands as he told you to lift your hips. He removed your jeans as he dropped them at the foot of the bed. His large hands ran over your thighs, gripping the skin, massaging your body. His hands slowly lead down to your knees as he locked his hands behind them, pushing them up to reveal the wetness soaking through your panties.
“Who did this to you?” Grayson asked, staring down at your body.
“Y-you.” You stuttered, growing impatient.
“What’s my name baby girl?” Grayson asked, his voice raspy.
“Daddy.” You bit your lip, feeling your heat begin to throb for his touch. Grayson hummed deeply as his right hand slowly let go of your knee until his thumb made contact with your sensitive clit. He ghosted his thumb over your clothed clit as you whimpered, pushing your hips off the bed. Grayson smirked, softly pushing the pad of his thumb down on your clit. He nodded his head as you began to grind your hips into his hand, desperate for a better touch. Grayson watched hungrily as you whimpered, not getting the satisfaction you wanted.
“Daddy, I want more.” You whined.
“How about this?” Grayson asked, slowly moving his thumb in circles on your clit.
“More.” You moaned, pushing your hips up into his hand. He hummed softly as his rough fingers hooked on your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. You bit your lip in anticipation as he spread your legs once again, but this time positioning his head between your thighs. You felt his hot breath against your heat as he trailed a finger down, collecting your juices. His eyes watched your facial expressions as your mouth fell open as his finger dipped inside your entrance. Your nails dug into the mattress beneath you as he teasingly slid his finger in and out of your heat at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Daddy, more!” You whined, your hips bucking. Before you could fit another word out, Grayson couldn’t take it anymore. He quickly added another finger into your heat as his plump lips wrapped around your swollen clit. The sudden jolt made your body jump as pleasure coursed through your body.
“Fuck, daddy!” You moaned as your back arched off the bed. Your hands moved to the back of his head, forcing him to suck harder on your clit. Your heels dug into the soft mattress as you lifted your hips closer to his face. Grayson stuck out his tongue, beginning to flick your clit repeatedly. You clenched around his fingers which fed Grayson’s confidence to go faster and harder. A loud moan emitted your mouth while he looked up at you with dark eyes. Your mouth hung open as you held his stare, watching as his tongue glided against your swollen, sensitive clit. You bit your lip as he curled his fingers inside you, pushing you to your climax. Your nails raked against his scalp as you felt the tip of his fingers begin to rub against your g-spot profusely.
“How’s that feel, baby girl?” Grayson asked, holding his gaze with you. You responded with a loud moan as your head fell back onto the pillows. Your back arched off the bed as you clenched around his fingers even more. His head resumed between your thighs as the rough stubble of his face rubbed against your thighs. You clenched your thighs around his head as he enveloped your clit with his lips. He sucked roughly as moans escaped your mouth. Your thighs began to tremble around his head as he began to slow his movements. You whimpered as he pulled on your clit, letting it go. He slowly pulled his fingers out then began sucking your juices off of his fingers.
“Daddy.” You whined. Grayson smirked due to the fact that he knew you were on the edge of your climax.
“Take your bra off, baby.” Grayson demanded as he worked on the belt of his jeans. You quickly sat up as you both frantically removed the remainder of your clothing. Grayson pushed you down as you felt his hard on graze your inner thigh. He slowly hovered over you,
“I believe you should be punished for the way you treated me.” Grayson growled in your ear.
“I don’t know what you mean, daddy.” You replied innocently.
“I think you know exactly what I mean.” His raspy voice sent shivers over your body as he slowly pushed himself into your entrance. You gasped as his length stretched your wet walls. You spread your legs farther apart, wrapping them around his torso. Grayson didn’t waste any time as he roughly snapped his hips into yours. His plump lips latched onto your neck while he pinned your wrists above your head. You fought against his restraints as your hips lifted of the bed, creating a new angle. Grayson drove deeply into your heat, his tip grazing your g-spot. A loud whimper escaped your mouth making Grayson smirk against the skin of your neck.
“You’re such a dirty girl.” Grayson growled into your ear as the skin of his thighs slapped against yours. The bed rocked with every snap of Grayson’s hips making the headboard sound like it was about to go through the wall.
“Faster daddy!” You moaned, your thighs squeezing his sides. Grayson’s hands let go of your wrists as he sat up on his knees, pulling your hips up for him to fuck you harder and faster. Grayson grunted with each thrust, his dark hair falling over his eyes. Your nails clawed at the bed sheets as you moaned loudly, feeling him pound against your g-spot. Your walls clenched around his as he let out a strangled moan, the veins in his arms protruding. His fingertips dug into your hips as you felt one hand leave to slap your ass harshly.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Grayson growled, his voice deep and husky. You moaned in response as he lifted your hips to pound your g-spot. Your toes curled as you watched Grayson’s head fall back in pleasure. You watched as his hips snapped into yours, his v-line prominent. Grayson’s head fell forward, his mouth open as he watched his length slide in and out of you. He bit his lip roughly as you locked your legs behind his back, forcing him deeper inside you.
“How’s that feel, baby girl?” Grayson asked, rocking his hips into yours.
“So good, daddy.” You moaned, feeling Grayson’s rough thumb begin to rub your clit in rough circles.
“C'mon baby, what’s my name?” Grayson edged you on, desperate to hear you scream for him.
“Daddy!” You half moaned as his left hand had a death grip on your hip.
“You gonna cum for daddy? All over my hard cock?” Grayson let out a raspy moan as he felt your walls convulse around his length.
“Yes daddy!” You moaned, not being able to control your movements as your thighs began to tremble. The knot in your stomach began to coil as Grayson pounded into you.
“Cum on my hard cock.” Grayson demanded as your walls began to convulse around his cock. You let out a loud moan as your orgasm waved over your body. You legs shook as your back arched off the bed as you felt spirts of Grayson’s cum fill you up. His deep moan echoed through the room as you both moaned together. You felt his cock twitch inside you, your clit suddenly becoming too sensitive for his rough touch. Your legs grew slump as Grayson panted into your neck.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” Grayson heavily whispered as he pulled out of you. He hovered above you as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss before throwing himself beside you.
“I guess you should come shopping with me more often.” You breathily laughed as Grayson cocked an eyebrow,
“You know, maybe I should.” He replied with a smirk.

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I found a hidden door in my cellar, and I think I’ve made a big mistake

by reddit user v0ids

My wife and I have lived in our house for around 5 years, and in that time we’ve probably been down into the cellar a handful of times. Our house is an old Victorian terrace house, and so the cellar is cold and damp. When we first moved in we kept wine and stuff down there (because my wife liked the idea of telling people we had a ‘wine cellar’) but it got annoying going down there every time so we stopped using it. There’s only the two of us living here so we never really needed to use it for storage space.

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Pregnancy

Being 5 months pregnant was really starting to piss me off. I could barely fit any of my maternity clothes anymore. Justin and I were already late for a night out with all of our friends, but I just couldn’t find something to wear.

“Baby, are you going to be ready soon?” Justin asked as he came into our walk-in closet. I rested my right hand on my baby bump and gently caressed it.

“I don’t know what to wear!” I complained. Justin lightly chuckled and came over to me.

“Go put on your makeup, then I’ll find you something,” Justin told me. I happily sighed and pecked his lips.

“Thank you, baby!” I told him, then I went into our bathroom and did my makeup and hair. I decided to just wear my hair in a low ponytail, and then a kind of casual makeup. I finished and went out of the bathroom, where I saw the most beautiful dress laying on the bed. I had never seen the dress before, but it was my size!

“Justin, where did you get this dress from?” I asked Justin as I put it on.

“I bought it a few days ago, do you like it?” he asked me as he helped me zip the dress.

“Like it? I love it!” I told him, then I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” I told him, then I pecked his lips and afterward I went into our walk-in closet to find a pair of shoes to wear.

I had always been able to wear heels, so I found a pair of turquoise heels to match the dress.

“Okay, I’m ready now,” I told Justin as I grabbed my things.    

We met the others at the restaurant we had made reservations at. We greeted everyone and then we all sat down.

“Y/N I love your dress, where did you get it from?” Gigi asked me as she sat down beside me.

“I actually don’t know, Justin picked it out for me,” I told her, “If it hadn’t been for him we wouldn’t have been here yet,” I told her, which made her chuckle.

“Whoa, your boyfriend has a really nice taste for clothes, to you, not so much for himself,” Kendall said, which made me chuckle.

“You’re right,” I told her, which made Justin gasp.

“Hey! I have feelings too, remember?” he asked us as he pouted. I bit down on my lip and winked at him. Justin sat down beside me and placed his hand on my baby bump.

“Is she kicking?” he asked me. I shook my head and looked at him.

“But she’s laying kinda awkward because I can feel her laying mostly on my right side,” I told him. I grabbed Justin’s hand and moved it over what I believed was her head.

“This is so unbelievable!” Justin said, then everyone felt the need to feel my belly. They eventually stopped as I told them my princess was pressing my bladder, and it didn’t really help that they were pressing my belly, too.    

About 4 months later I was ready to give birth, but I and Justin’s princess apparently wasn’t ready to come out, so I went a whole 13 days over my due date, which was pissing me off, and clearly Justin could feel that because he spent most of his hours in his studio leaving me at home, completely alone! I could barely get out of bed because of my swollen feet and my really big belly so I spent most of my hours laying in bed watching TV and reading my “What to expect when you’re expecting”-book. But one day I decided not to stay in bed. I was actually feeling really great, which Justin noticed, so he decided to stay home.

We spent the whole day figuring out what clothes we would bring out little princess home in until I suddenly felt a really uncomfortable stabbing pain in my lower belly. I groaned and started making faces. Justin was quick to react. He grabbed me and helped me downstairs, where he made me sit on the couch.

A few minutes later the stabbing pains came back, which made me scream, it was really hurting.

“I’m going to take you to the hospital, maybe our princess is on her way,” Justin said, then he helped me up and got me out to our car.

We arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later. Justin was actually taking this like a real man, which made me smile widely.

Justin got me inside, where he called out someone to bring me to a private room. A nurse came over to us and brought us to the room Justin apparently had reserved in case I went into labor before my due date, or in this case 13 days after my due date.

“The doctor will be here to check on you really soon, in the meantime, I suggest you get changed into something else because jeans will be really hard to give birth in,” the nurse said, which made me smile.

The nurse left, then Justin helped me undress and then get dressed in one of the hospital’s shirts. I then a few seconds later got a contraction. Justin grabbed my hand and helped my breathe to make me focus on something else.

The contraction soon went away and the doctor came into our room.

“Hello, Mrs. Bieber,” Doctor James said as she came into the room.

“I’m just going to check how open you are,” she told me, then she made me open my legs.

“Looks like I don’t even need to check, you are definitely 10 centimeters open,” she told me. “I’m just gonna get your midwife, then hopefully at the next contraction you’ll be able to push,” she told me, then she went to get a midwife.

I looked up at Justin and smiled at him.

“How come you take this so calmly?” I asked him as I grabbed his hand.

“I think I’ve read your book about pregnancy like 3 times,” he told me with a chuckle.

“When?” I asked him.

“When you were asleep, I could never sleep, so to make time pass I just read your book,” he told me, which made me smile at him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so pissed the last few weeks,” I told him, then I started crying.

“Aww baby, it’s totally okay!” Justin told me, then he pecked my forehead.

Not even an hour later I was able to hold me little princess in my arms.

Justin and I had decided to call her Alba Victoria Bieber. Justin had chosen Victoria, I had chosen Alba.    

Today it was Christmas Eve, which meant Alba would be celebrating her first Christmas. I had been so excited for this day, so had Justin. Alba was only 7 months old, but it was like she understood something way going on, even though I know it’s kind of impossible.

For Justin and I, Alba had been the easiest baby in the whole world. She slept a lot, and she barely ever cried, which had made us want to try and have another child. I was planning on telling Justin and our families that I was pregnant again at dinner.

At dinner, we all sat down at the table. Justin was feeding Alba and everyone else was talking to each other. I decided this would be the perfect time to tell them. So I cleared my throat and gently used my knife and my glass to get their attention. Everyone looked at me. I stood up and cleared my throat once again.

“I know you were all caught up in your own conversations, but I have something important to say,” I told everyone. Pattie smiled at me, so did my mom, I think they already knew what I was about to say.

“First of all, thank you to all of you for making Alba’s first Christmas amazing,” I said. I looked down at Justin and grabbed his hand, I squeezed it lightly, then I looked around.

“Because Alba has been so easy Justin and I decided to try to have another child, which has finally happened, and we are expecting another child in about 7 or 8 months,” I told everyone. Justin gasped and stood up, then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

“Is this really true? Are we having another child?” he asked me. I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, then I placed my lips on his. Everyone else was completely quiet until Alba decided to start laughing. She most had thought everything was too quiet. We all looked at her and started laughing with her, this was truly perfect!  

Please tell me what you think of this imagine 😊 I hope you liked it? This imagine was written a few months ago, so bare with me 🙈

rewrote an old weight gain/stuffing fiction, done in the style of imagineyourfeedistotp  

Imagine your favorite character is out on a leisurely walk. On the way a tiny old house slowly comes into view and just as they were about to walk past the home the door caught their gaze; it hung wide open as if inviting them in. Curiosity got the better of them and they peered in to see a cozy living room full of thick cushioned couches and recliners. Despite the well condition and overall warm atmosphere, the lack of pictures or personal items indicated that no one lived there, or at least not for an extended period of time. 

The doorway matched the house in small size making it a tight fit to get in. The little living room lead into a similarly sized dining room, and it seemed the only thing that wasn’t small was the table. They couldn’t believe what met their eyes. Every inch of the table was taken up by multiple large dishes of food. There was roast, turkey, ham, casserole, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, stuffing and pies. It was as if all the holiday meals had been combined and set out on a single table. How in the world could someone make that much food and not even be in the house? It couldn’t be for a large family dinner either, there were too few chairs.

They had just walked in on a dream.

It couldn’t hurt to try some. A scoop of mashed potatoes would not be noticed from the hefty bowl they sat in. So they took a plate from the counter -figuring they would just clean it afterwards and put it back- and glanced around for any hint of other people but still found none. With the coast clear they plopped a decent scoopful of potatoes onto their plate, after all there was no such thing as bad mashed potatoes. Even so these managed perfection. The consistency was not too thin or thick, the texture wasn’t too gritty or pasty, and they were far from bland. With mashed potatoes this promising, and the rich sent the other dishes gave off, the whole table was bound to be food heaven.

Oh they really shouldn’t. There was too much work put into this feast to have someone come along uninvited and dig in. No, that was incredibly rude, not to mention it would leave evidence of breaking and entering. Although they didn’t break in; the door wasn’t even closed, much less locked. Honestly who leaves their door hanging wide open and expects everything, especially magnificent food, to be untouched? If not them flies or animals would have gotten into the food and what a shame that would have been.

They took a large portion of everything, their plate barely able to carry it all. Now to see how well their stomach would fare. They sat down in one of the wooden chairs and started with the roast first before alternating with the others. Everything exceed their expectations. Food in such a modest little home was worthy at the dinning table of a royal family.

With food that good they tried to savor it and make it last, but the intense flavors spiked their hunger and they ended up stuffing their face and swallowing barely chewed bites. Their stomach soon filled up, creating strain for their waistband. By the end of the plate their pants dug into their sides as the button struggled to keep fastened. Relenting to their gluttony and comfort they undid the button and zipper, allowing their belly to surge forward.

They should have stopped then but instead they gathered another plateful. Half way done and each bite became more difficult to swallow, but enamored by the taste they forced the rest of it down, rubbing their belly during the last few bites. Their belly bulged out further than they knew it could, having pushed up their shirt during its expansion. It was incredibly taut too; there was no way they could fit anymore food without bursting like a balloon filled with too much air.

They would have remained leaned back in the chair but the recliner in the living room seemed so much more comfortable now with a huge meal weighing them down, so they heaved themself up from the chair and waddled into the living room, taking precautions as to not upset their stomach. They sank into the recliner and leaned back.

They had eaten themself into a food coma, that along with the warmth of the house eased them into sleep. After dozing for a few hours they found their stomach to be much less uncomfortably full, although not without some squishy fat taking the food’s place. At least now they could button their pants, even if their soft flesh protruded over the waistband more than previously.

They should head home, people were probably wondering where they were, and if they hadn’t been found by now they surely would be if they stayed any longer. But just as they were about to leave they caught a glimpse of the dining room. No longer did a feast take up the table, rather breakfast did. No, they really should head home. Though an extended break would be nice, they needed some more time to indulge themself, besides no one left evidence that they were angry about the food being eaten as they had left more out in the open the same way. Not to mention it had been a while since they enjoyed a breakfast worthy of being called breakfast.

They sat themself at the table again with a clean plate. The table was an all day breakfast restaurant, with pancakes, french toast, waffles, bacon, sausages, eggs, hash browns, grits, biscuits, and gravy. Like last time they couldn’t help but have some of everything, piling food onto their plate until it could hold no more. With an empty stomach growling for food they dug in, this time not even trying to savor the flavor. It took less time this go around for their waistband to become unbearable, and they undid their pants with a sigh as their belly fell into their lap, jiggling as it did so. They went for seconds, filling their stomach into throbbing tightness. Once more they leaned back and massaged their engorged gut.

The recliner was put into use for another time and they quickly fell asleep under the aid of a stomach filled to the brim with warm food. They woke, vaguely aware that their situation wasn’t a dream as they sat leaned back in the recliner. They were in the same cozy little house with extra pudge around their torso. This time fastening their pants their belly spilled over the waistband and peeked out from a tight shirt. If they weren’t chubby before they certainly were now.

Being constantly full of food and sleeping was such a relieving change of pace from the normal day to day routine. Their worries had been sent off and replaced with an abundance of food, what could be better?

Like they expected the table was stacked with mass amounts of food, different from the last time, but no less appetizing. They sat down in their usual chair, but as their abdomen compressed and their belly was forced outwards their pants gave in and the button snapped off, letting their soft gut loose to flood forwards. They didn’t give it much thought other than reckoning that buttoning their pants would be one less thing to worry about.

They piled a portion of everything onto their plate and quickly downed it, finding it didn’t fill them up as much as a whole plateful would normally. After stuffing themself repetitively their stomach must have expanded and was now expecting and craving that same amount of food. A second plate gone and their belly was well rounded, bloated with food and padded with fat, yet as full as it was, it wasn’t uncomfortably full; they could manage to gorge themself on one more plates worth. Gorge themself they did. They groaned and rubbed their belly as they forced down the last bits from the third plate. Somehow even just a spoonful was too much. Their skin was stretched and pulled tight over their stomach; it was a wonder they didn’t rupture.

They struggled to get up from the chair without puking and placed a hand underneath their distended belly as they slowly made their way to the recliner. Their stomach ached terribly but they were soon taken over by a food coma and slept it off. The ache they slept off but definitely not the weight. They woke up to love handles spilling over their waistband and a large soft belly having cascaded into and overtaken their lap, their belly button long gone. Even permanently unbuttoned their pants antagonized them, suffocating their thighs like sausages despite being ripped at the seams. Their shirt could now only serve as a crop top, a skin tight crop top at that.

Perhaps they should head home before they ended up completely indecent. But upon reaching the exit they found that their abdomen had grown wider than the doorway. It had been a tight fit in. It seemed there was no way out, as there was no back door and windows were out of the question.

Being stuck there wasn’t too bad though, far from bad really. Unlimited food, no responsibilities, invite a few friends over and it would be a utopia. A utopia where everyone would be fat and happy.

BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.8

A/N: I want to apologize and say that I got a little carried away with the smut in this chapter. I feel slightly dirty lmaooo. Honestly, this was just going to be a quick filler chapter and although I was satisfied with it, it was really short. So, I called myself trying to spice it up and now most of the chapter is smut. You know the drill of 100 notes and feedback is surely welcome. With that being said I hope you enjoy this fluff and this smut, beautifuls💕

P.S: Drama coming reeaal soon…y'all know I live for making yall emotions go everywhere. Also I’m sorry for any grammar errors, I had to type upload this real quick before I left where the wifi was.

**WARNINGS**: Smut


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


As you stepped into your apartment all you could think was,“Home sweet home”,especially when you plopped down onto your comfortable couch. Calum laughed as you sighed in content whilst he went to place your bags into your room. After what happened in Florida yesterday, the boy hadn’t left your side and refused to continue the tour while you “needed to be cared for” as he liked to put it. With much arguing with Amy and with David over the phone, they finally agree that Calum could be excused from the last week of the promotional tour. When he returned you were already shedding clothes, desperate to be free from the tight constraints.

“I can’t get it off.” You whined as you attempted to tug your bra off of your body.

“You didn’t unhook all of the hooks, babe.” He snorted,going to unlatch the last few books and plopping down beside you. When you made grabby hands at his shirt, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“Gimmie.”

“My shirt? Y/N, seriously?” Calum raised an eyebrow and when you didn’t let go of the black material he sighed, tugging it over his head and handing it to you.

Once you were comfortable and got the shirt to hang around you loosely, you cuddled into his side and handed him the remote. The Māori went to Netflix and decided that he was going to let you watch a few episodes of Grey’s Anatomy before you dozed off into sleep.

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Jeopardy, Part Two, Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: Part two to Jeopardy!

Words: 837

Author’s Note: I don’t know if you guys knew this but writing/reading angst males me feel so horrible so when people requested a sequel…well…I needed to redeem myself. Kinda inspired by this very famous scene from ‘Love Actually’. (Only kinda.)

Warnings: Talk of divorce?

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You trusted Lafayette with packing away your wedding dress. He said he knew somebody, and you felt much better knowing it wouldn’t be sitting in your closet collecting dust.

Especially when you filed for divorce. You wouldn’t be able to see that thing in your closet everyday.

You never thought you would even have to see it again. Then your daughter announced her engagement and insisted on having your gown tailored for the ceremony.

You didn’t argue, you simply called up your old friend, someone you hadn’t seen or spoken to in years.

He was a widow and a father. The last time you had spoken was at his wedding. That was when you were lugging around toddlers. When you still thought you were in love.

He told you he was more than happy to track it down, and gave you a time and his address. He now lived in the suburbs, a place he claimed to detest back when you shared a rather expensive, dingy apartment in the city.

He gave you a tour of his place, an empty nest as his son had started college out of state. He showed you the boxes, three off-white packages. Your dress, your veil, your shoes.

“Do you want to try them on?” He asked before he could stop himself. He forgot about the divorce, about what it could bring up in you.

“I doubt they’ll fit anymore. Thank you for keeping them safe.” You brushed it off.

He offered you a drink and you took it, laughing when he told you Jeopardy was on. You sat on his couch, just as you did all those years ago. You didn’t put your legs over his lap. He didn’t answer the questions you knew he knew the answers to.

After the first round, you sighed, staring at the boxes. Finally, you rolled your eyes, standing up and sweeping them into your arms. He showed you to a bathroom and you stood in contemplation for 15 minutes before undressing and struggling to zip the gown up.

You pushed your hair behind you ears and forced your veil onto your hair. You considered going out without your shoes, but your dress dragged uncomfortably behind you without the extra height.

You sat on the toilet seat lid as you shook the box open. Your shoes tumbled to the floor, along with several aged pieces of paper. You scrambled to pick up the first one your hands could reach. It was dated the day of your wedding.

‘My dearest, (Y/N),

I wonder if I told you how I truly feel if it would change anything at all. I doubt it will.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t remove you from my mind. How you would look in your dress, in the arms of another man.

Will he cherish you as much as I do? Will he know every morning with you by his side is a blessing? Will he know to never let you go?

I hope this never finds you, that I never have the opportunity to give it to you. That would mean I have a chance with you, that he has broken your heart. I don’t know if I could bear the idea of someone hurting you.

I love you. More than anything.

With great affection,

Laf’

You sat in shock on the tile floor of his bathroom. You stretched to reach the other letters, reading off the dates of each one. They stretched back to the day you met, and there were at least fifty.

You stumbled to your feet, slamming the door open and stalking to the living room, nearly tripping over the skirt of your dress.

“It fits!” He said, excitedly at your entrance. He glanced down your body, before noticing the papers in your hands.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You demanded, moving to mute Wheel of Fortune.

“I forgot they were in there.” Was his excuse.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in love with me? Why would you hide that from me? I was your best friend! We lived together! I loved you-”

The papers were scattered from your hands as he rushed forward, capturing your lips with his. He pushed your veil away as his hands carded through your hair.

He completely towered over you and you had to force yourself onto your toes to reciprocate the kiss.

“Say it again.” He murmured, breaking the kiss for a single moment before returning to your wanting lips.

“I love you.” It came out in a jumble, but it was enough for him to stop in his tracks.

“I love you, too. I should have told you sooner.”

“No, then we wouldn’t have what we have. Our children. Our marriages. Even if they’re over, I don’t regret it.” You shook your head, realizing how silly you looked in your wedding dress, in your best friends house, with Wheel of Fortune playing in the distance.

“I don’t either. I will never regret loving you.”

Creepypasta #1067: I Found A Hidden Door In My Cellar, And I Think I've Made A Big Mistake

Length: Medium

My wife and I have lived in our house for around 5 years, and in that time we’ve probably been down into the cellar a handful of times. Our house is an old Victorian terrace house, and so the cellar is cold and damp. When we first moved in we kept wine and stuff down there (because my wife liked the idea of telling people we had a ‘wine cellar’) but it got annoying going down there every time so we stopped using it. There’s only the two of us living here so we never really needed to use it for storage space.

A few weeks ago we decided we were going to renovate it, maybe turn it into a mini gym or something. So at the weekend we went down and began cleaning it up. The cellar has a stone floor, but the walls were covered in this horrible, yellowed floral wallpaper. It looked old as hell, and I assumed it was put up decades ago. So we began to strip the wallpaper. And that’s when we found the door.

Covered up with wallpaper, the door was set into the wall. It was plain wood, and the door handle had been removed so that it was flat. We were pretty stumped at how we hadn’t noticed this before, how it had blended in so well with the rest of the wall. But at this point, I was pretty excited that we’d found a secret door, so I largely overlooked its oddness.

All the houses in our street have cellars, so I assumed it must be an old doorway leading through to next door’s cellar. We decided that we’d go round to our neighbours’ tomorrow morning and tell him about the doorway, and suggesting we brick it up or something (I didn’t really feel comfortable about having this access point into our house).

My wife tried to look through the small circle hole in the door where the handle had been removed, but it was pitch black in there, so because we’re nosy, we used the torch on her phone to peek through the hole. My wife looked first. 

“This doesn’t go into next door’s cellar,” she said slowly, moving back from the door. 

I frowned and took her phone, looking for myself. Instead of the cellar, there were stone steps, leading downwards. I couldn’t see very far with the light from the phone, so I brought down my big torch and managed to get the door open.

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Seokjin Scenario: Reminiscence - Part 3

Request: AHHH REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I’m so excited, I love the both of your writing! Thank you so much for opening requests! I was wondering if there were plans for a part 3 for Reminiscence? If not and if possible, I’d like to request a part 3 in which the reader eventually finds out the truth and drama/angst ensues between Jin and the reader! But, I’d really like a happy and fluffy ending please :) 

Genre: Romance / Drama

Part 1 / Part 2


There was an universe of new things you were experiencing bit by bit after the accident, things that should have been common to the old you. Seokjin was special and what you felt for him was skin deep even before you slept with him, you liked him so much it was unreal, the time you spent with him was glorious and it made up for a perfect first. Waking up next to him came right behind.

You opened your eyes before he did so you observed him in detail, Jin’s face was serene and that was inherently what you felt when you were with him, eve if there were moments when you felt like you were going to explode in tiny particles because of the emotions, or maybe implode into nothing, but Jin made you feel peace over all, he made you feel safe.

You caressed his light brown hair gingerly then ran your fingertips down his jawline and followed down to his neck and shoulders. Looking at him nude in plain daylight was simply breathtaking, there was something so familiar about him, yet so foreign and distant maybe you were simply imagining it. He’d woken up when your fingers were tracing the outline of his pectorals, your eyes locked and he smiled a good morning for you, the arm he had curled around your hips tightened possessively and he pulled you even closer to his body, he wanted you there, you could feel it, so you let Jin pull you to him and took the initiative this time.

It wasn’t like you were keeping the exact track of your experiences with Jin, you just noticed and cherished them. You showered together and he got busy preparing breakfast while you decided to inspect a little more his place, going around in only his shirt. It was on a shelf by the corner of the living room where you stopped, the shelf was filled with books, some photos of Jin and what you supposed was his family, and one photograph of Jjanggu that made you smile, but your eyes fell on a thin book with “To Remember” written on its side. You didn’t stop to think how alike it was to your own handwriting and pulled it out.

It was a sort of scrapbook and your breath faltered when you saw the first page, it read “Our Story” in the middle of the page and in the lower right corner was attached a small collage of Jin and you; four perfect squares that showed a happy version of yourselves smiling at the camera while sitting close, with you surrounding Jin’s neck, with him kissing your lips while cupping your face.

-Breakfast is ready! - Jin approached the living room and you gasped, his eyes fell on the book between your hands and you just stood there feeling played, confused, lied to, nothing of which you were supposed to be feeling with Jin.

Jin’s eyes went back to yours and his expression had changed drastically, he recognized the book and guilt screamed loud and clear on his face. The book fell from your shaking hands, the small collage laid between both of you and you experienced another first with Seokjin in that moment, one that scorched severely deep. Betrayal.

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it’s WINTER

One of the better things about WINTER is that shoveling snow for old people is undeniably GOOD WHOLESOME IN-CASTE PURPLE WORK that even kids can do. Taz has been taking advantage of this. There’s a sort of ridiculous amount of competition in the purple neighborhoods, because like 30% of purple 2 and 3 year olds have the same idea. As you can imagine, this drives prices down. I pointed out to Taz that two-year-olds of other castes are technically not allowed to shovel snow for money, since they’ll have no or negligible in-caste income, and 20% of zero is still zero. So now we’re wandering around a yellow neighborhood I’ve never been in and shoveling snow for different old people. (Er, Taz is. I am supervising. I would help, but I already shoveled like the whole walkway at the nursing home today, and I don’t really want to do any more physical labor. It’s bad enough that I still can’t feel my face.)

I can’t actually imagine that anyone would get on a two-year-old’s case for shoveling snow, but regardless, the yellow neighborhood is not swarming with competitors. We passed a couple enterprising kids who looked like they were three or so, but there’s plenty of snow for three kids to shovel, even if there isn’t enough for fifty of them.

Ves is with us, too, but she seems more interested in eating the snow, now that she’s gotten over the initial “what is all this cold white nonsense” phase.

at least fandoms don’t write broadway/pop covers with the lyrics changed to fit the characters anymore….could you imagine how horrifying it would be if that was happening? like, post hamilton? imagine a hamilton cover about supergirl

anonymous asked:

Looks like Bun has put on a few pounds compaired to how she looks now vs how she looked during the war. I guess not needing to run for your life does that. Doubt she could fit in her old ninja outfit anymore! XD But, to be completely honest, I think she's cute!

YES! I’m so happy somebody noticed! Young Bun used to be built for dexterity and speed, both skills that were indispensable for survival in her line of work. However, after her retirement from the royal council, she decided to relax and just live a happy quiet life of leisure away from any stress and obligations, and having the body of a runner wasn’t an absolute necessity anymore.

Old Bun has a lot less muscle and a lot more body fat than her younger self, but that’s exactly the way she likes to be.

She’s a bunny monster dear. Bun the bunny.

- Poisond

anonymous asked:

"I forget their names now. I'm so very tame now. Never be the same now, now." The tame word choice struck me as odd even for the rhyme if she was just talking about the new guy making her forget the old ones. Then it finally clicked that the other meaning is that she no longer puts people's names in songs, which is what she was know for in the beginning. And that she is no longer the sassy girl putting out a Dear John. She got the reputation and pulled back and there are no names anymore.

Interesting thought. It could fit.

I had a different angle. I thought the tame alluded to being settled…secure in a new relationship. The forgetting the names meaning when you moved on…gotten past the hurt or chaos of other relationships.

I’ve mentioned this before but while it’s interesting to fit it to the specific details of her life I don’t really connect with a song that way…it helps as a guide to figuring out meaning…but I prefer to look at it from how it relates to my own experiences. So I like to interpret the story she is sharing in that framework.

After the events with brain worms, the Tango Company is not the same.

They are put through all the proper medical procedures and are finally deemed fit for battle and are deployed once again.

Memories are still hazy, but it is very clear that there are men dead by their hands. They will never forget that.

They are quiet. Keeping mostly to themselves. They are closer. In sync.

It’s eerie, almost unnerving, to watch them move out without words or gestures. Almost as if they don’t need to anymore.

anonymous asked:

i wish i could get over all this "klance won't be canon" just like you. i don't know why but it really... made me sad? like... a lot. i feel after some break up, no kidding. this is so pathetic, it's only a ship. (pls give us some lgbt rep in another way though it's so important) i can't even enjoy the content anymore, because then i always think about the potential this ship had... i wish i weren't like that, it's stupid and childish. i won't drop the show though.

It’s not pathetic and you are absolutely allowed to be upset!! The reason why I got over it so fast it because I approached the show in a completely different way from you. Me, having a canon ship as my OTP? Not very likely speaking from my fandom experience so far :P I knew and accepted that from the very beginning and kept fanon and canon far, faaaaar away from each other.

You, though… you had hope. You heard of probable LGBT representation and then got sucked into a fandom that bombards you with “proof” that klance is going to be canon. And you read it all because you love them and wanted it to be true. And the more you read, the more it made sense. Suddenly you couldn’t see anymore which other LGBT ship could possibly fit the plot better than them. 

This is not entirely your fault, don’t think that. People that insist that they are going to be canon over scenes and screenshots that could just as well be meant as fondness/admiration fueled your hope for them. Of course you are upset. Who that went through the same experience as you wouldn’t be? It’s understandable, it’s okay and it’s justified. You’re not stupid, pathetic or childish for feeling like that. It’s like an extreme version of your favorite headcanon getting disproven - so don’t feel bad for feeling the way you do!!!

That being said, I’m glad you won’t drop the show over it!! :D Vld is an awesome show with such an interesting plot and amazing characters that it would have hurt me to see anyone leaving over a ship. It’s okay to take time to get over your disappointment and it’s okay to distance yourself from content about them for as long as you need. Maybe your disappointment will be strong enough for you to drop the ship entirely, maybe your love for the ship will come back twice as strong once you’ve taken some time for yourself. Both is completely fine. Know that your feelings are valid and that I support you no matter what happens ♥

etracentric

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If you want for that art request thing, if you’re sill doing that that is, maybe Aradia in like pastel goth attire if you want? Please and thank you!!!

1. PASTEL GOTH IS GREAT AND I WANT TO DRAW SO MUCH MORE THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING ME TO THIS 2. I have lost most of my confidence that this actually lives up to true pastel goth style 3. I hope you like it anyways?