give back what once was mine

anonymous asked:

Hey Emma 💛 Do you have any advice for procrastination? I also have a hard time concentrating, what do you do (or think I could do) that would help with that?

Hi! I’ve had a few questions like this recently so I’m just going to answer this one and hopefully anyone who asked a similar question will see it! But on with the answer. I think there is a few different reasons why we procrastinate so I’m going to note those down and give a few tips for each. You can obviously apply any ideas that you like regardless of what section I’ve put them under! 

1. You’ve got poor work/productivity habits. Generally you leave things until the last minute since you “work better under pressure”. (This is so me, omg.) You probably think you’ll do something after you’ve finished something else, and then never do. You get get distracted whenever you’re trying to study and will sit waiting to feel motivated but it never comes. For this I’d suggest:

  • create a productive work environment - choose a space where you will actually work without distractions, organise your study space, have everything you need in easy reach. Surround yourself with things you find motivating such as quotes! 
  • write it out - write down a few manageable tasks that you need to do. Writing the actions they require will help you see what you should be doing to complete something, instead of just the overall task. One by one you’ll see yourself getting things done!
  • focus on 20-30 minute periods - generally we lose focus after a while so taking regular breaks can help give you chance to relax and refocus. Apps like Forest allow you to set a timer and will give you off your phone at the same time. Obviously if you’re being productive, don’t suddenly cut that off because it is “time for a break”.
  • use apps/browser extensions to cut out distractions - ones like RescueTime or StayFocusd will block you from checking certain sites.
  • find an accountability partner - pick someone who you can rely on to check on your regularly and see how your tasks are coming along. You can send them your to-do list and then every few hours you can update them with your progress. You won’t want to let them down.
  • use the two-minute rule - if something takes less than two minutes, do it. Don’t make an excuse, just do it. Tasks that are longer you can either delegate or defer. Here is a simple visualisation of what I mean.
  • record your progress - doing a simple “don’t break the chain” in your planner is a great way to see how productive you’re being and therefore get you more motivated to keep it up!

2. You’re feeling stressed and overwhelmed. Everything seems to be mounting up and nothing seems doable. You don’t know where or how to start. For this I’d suggest:

  • find some help - if you’re feeling like this, it is likely you need some help in some form or another. See if a family member, friend, classmate or teacher (or Google) can help or give you a starting point.
  • tell yourself that getting started is the first step - you don’t need to finish a task in a matter of minutes. Start doing something small. Maybe organise what you need, highlight the important bits of your assessment, or draft an essay plan. The secret to getting ahead is getting started!
  • divide and conquer - figure out what is the overall task that you need to do and split it into manageable parts. For instance with an essay the aim is to write it! Divide it into planning out what you want to write, any references you need, summarising a final draft and then writing each paragraph. By dividing bigger tasks into actionable parts you can reduce the obstacles and get through each part in a more timely manner.
  • reward yourself - create a reward system to celebrate completing a selection of tasks. By rewarding your progress you’ll build an incentive to work and reinforce productivity (great for your self-discipline!). 
  • learn to forgive yourself - if you have an off day, that is okay! You can’t expect to see a huge change in a short amount of time. Remember to come back to it later and try again.
  • don’t over schedule - if you’re feeling pressure from the amount of work and then the added pressure of trying to stick to a time limit, you’re just going to go crazy. Set yourself flexible times to get something done instead of being heavily structured. Give yourself time for a break and the ability to change tasks.
  • stick with one task - it can be so tempting to multitask but try not to. Try to keep focus on the what you’re doing until it is done. If you struggle with that, you could write down anything useful that you randomly think about for another task, use a break-time to think about that other task or alternate between subjects/tasks every few hours.

3. You’re a perfectionist. You either don’t want to start something out of fear you won’t get it right or you can stuck on stuck on the small details. There is a pressure to achieve “perfection”. For this I’d suggest:

  • focus on getting started, instead of finishing - it is easy to get overwhelmed thinking about what something is supposed to be like finished if you’re a perfectionist. Take things one step at a time.
  • remember that your perfectionist tendencies aren’t actually improving your work or productivity but hindering you - you’re continually setting yourself unrealistic objects and (like me) probably feel let down by yourself if you don’t reach them. Be realistic and focus on getting it done!
  • accept mistakes - you’ve written something wrong, don’t panic! Cross it out with a single line and move on. Things happen and you have to accept it. You can’t rip up the page every time you do something wrong, even if it is so tempting.
  • put things in perspective - is what you’re beating yourself up about right now going to mean anything in a week, a month, a year? Be honest if it isn’t, is it really worth putting unnecessary pressure on yourself.
  • praise yourself through the process - try not to criticise yourself but recognise your progress. 

4. You’re wanting to do something else. You find whatever you’re doing boring. You want it to be over with but don’t want to get started. The ultimate catch 22, right? For this I’d suggest:

  • remember that putting it off isn’t going to make it go away - if you leave it too long you’ll end up getting more stressed about it. Best to get it over with. 
  • plan from the get-go - once you know something is coming up (e.g. a test, an assessment, etc) make notes on it! That could be questions, annotations, potential topics, citations, etc. By making the effort to spend time reading through, you’ll save your future self some stress. Especially if it’s a topic you have forgotten. That way your notes act as a reminder so you can get started.
  • set a finish time with a reward - tell yourself that if you finish something by and then you can do something else. Use your self-discipline to not go back on this. Set a realistic time and try to get it complete before. If you can think that you’re doing something fun once it is completed, you’ll be more motivated to get it done.
  • make a structure - for note-taking, it can be overwhelming looking at a textbook and thinking what you’re going to write out. Make a note-taking layout/colour code that works for you and that subject. Mine is here - it just give me an idea of how I’d lay everything instead of going in with no action plan. 
  • try to make it fun - this could be using YouTube to learn or starting a study group. Use different methods for memorising information such as flashcards, mindmaps or study guides (like question/answer).
  • make the effort to refocus - if you’re finding something boring and you’re unfocused, walk away for 5 minutes, get a drink and come back. If you’re really struggling, change topics for a while. Find a point where you can finish and start doing something else that is productive. 
  • listen to some music - generally music without lyrics are best for focusing. Spotify has a great playlist for studying called ‘focus’. However I find my regular music good for getting me a little more motivated and awake. I also like writing essays to music because I weirdly sort of type in the same rhythm. Funny study hack I’ve found that works for me haha! 

I hope that is useful! I must have copied and pasted my whole answer like 5 times just incase my tab reloaded and I lost everything, luckily not! You should also check out this post for smaller motivation tips and tricks! xx

what’s in your bag: james potter

James: *never leaves his house without something that would scream “Gryffindor”*

James: Oh look, a biscuit! *takes a bite*

James …or not?

James: A note I wrote for Lily but well…she didn’t even look at it so-

James: One day me and Pads went swimming in the Great Lake and found some of these - still waiting for our babies to come into this world ♥

James: Pete gave me this for birthday, how cool is that?

James: Oooh Sirius Black’s most prized possession - eyeliner, that guy can’t step out of the dorm without this thing. Maybe I should give it back to him? I don’t think so.

James: Chocolate. Probably Moony’s?

James: I don’t remember, but it’s all good, we’re like brothers - “everything mine is yours, and yours mine”, right?

James: …once I fell on my face and Lily gave me this. It’s a muggle bandaid, she said.

(ooc: tagging my bae sirius @asktheblacksheep and future gf @son-0f-a-snitch lily to do the thing if you want)

teddy lupin

How to help someone when they’re hallucinating

Disclaimer: I am not every schizophrenic person ever. I am just one person. I’m writing this using my own personal experiences with my hallucinations and what others can do to help. Feel free to add your own suggestions. 

-Move the person to a different location. It should be relatively quiet without sensory overload or crowds of people. Sometimes the person will refuse to leave their hallucinations, in which case you have to find a way to make them. If they are refusing to leave but clearly very agitated, they are entering psychosis and need to get out. 

-Stay with the person. Sometimes my hallucinations give me intense fear and anxiety in which case I’d rather not be on my own to hallucinate terrifying things. Also, spoiler alert, but sometimes psychotic people hurt themselves. Sometimes they don’t even know they’re doing it. If you leave them completely alone, there’s a chance self harm will occur.

-Reassure the person. Tell them that what they’re experiencing is not real. Tell them you’re staying with them. Tell them it will be over soon. Be calm and kind. 

-If the person is having auditory hallucinations, the best thing you can do is to actually get them away from noise. Don’t try to make them listen to music or bring them into loud areas. That will likely cause them to hallucinate more. Take them somewhere quiet and wait for it to pass on its own.

-If the person is having visual hallucinations, likely they will be looking up, at least in my experience anyway. When I hallucinate, it’s usually something I need to raise my head to see. I have a friend who will notice when I’m staring up at something she can’t see and will raise her hands to block it. That way, I see her hands which distract me, and then I look down at her instead of at whatever I’m hallucinating. Distractions are great for visual hallucinations.

-Touch the person (if they’re okay with it). Touching me when I’m hallucinating helps in two different ways. It helps to ground me. If I can feel you touching me, I know that I’m still in reality. It is also calming. If I’m very agitated or fearful, it’s nice to have a reassuring hand touch my shoulder to calm me down.

-Often when people are hallucinating, they get very antsy. Try giving them something they can fidget with, or ask if they want to squeeze your hand. 

-Don’t let the person focus on their hallucinations. Even if it’s terrifying, my natural urge is to look at or listen to the hallucination. I once was having quite a disturbing hallucination and every time I turned my head to look at it, a friend of mine would gently guide my head away from it and make me focus back on her. 

-Ask them if there’s anything they specifically need. Everyone is different. Don’t bombard the person with questions, just ask them what they need. A question I’m often asked is if food or water will help, to which I reply, no, it doesn’t. (Except if the hallucination is causing me to panic, in which a case drinking water will help calm me down. Some people like to chew gum or suck on a candy to help ground them but I haven’t really personally found that helpful for me.)

-Don’t panic. You’re not the one hallucinating. You have nothing to fear. Psychotic does not mean violent. A hallucinating person is not going to hurt you. The person likely will be quite fearful themselves, so you need to do your best to remain calm for them. Panicking will just make the situation worse.

New Friends

“Life is worth living again. Another day, life is worth living again.” the last piano note was strummed lightly as Justin pressed down on the key, the sound echoing around the marble room of the entrance hall where his grand piano was displayed in the middle.

It wasn’t often that Justin took time to settle at the large piano and just sing some songs while I watched. He usually left that for the studio room upstairs but today was different for some reason.

Today he actually offered to sing something to me on the piano instead of me begging him like it would usually go down. Without hesitation I agreed, excited to hear the sweet sound of my boyfriends amazingly graceful voice as he sung a melody besides me on the bench. 

I smiled up at the handsome boy with love in my eyes, still so amazed and mesmerised by his talent and the fact that out of all the girls in the world, he picked me as the one he would give his love too. “You’re so amazing Jay.” It came out as a small whisper in the large room, my eyes locked on his honey ones. A smile etched on his face as he leaned slightly inwards, ridding of the space between us both. 

 "I could and will say the same for you.“ His tongue darted out of his mouth, moistening his dry lips in a swift movement. “How did I get so lucky to pick up such an amazing girl?” The simple question had my heart fluttering in my chest.

“The same way I got lucky to be picked up by such a talented guy.” I responded.

Without any more thought in our actions, we both leant forward, connecting our lips together in a familiar kiss that always managed to send shivers and sparks throughout my entire being. 

It started sweet and lovingly, his lips moulding with my own as they squirmed around with mine. The soft flesh of his lips leaving no corner unmarked. Sliding as close as the seat would allow me to over to Justin’s side, I just couldn’t seem to find the closeness I desired. I could never be too close to Justin. 

Finally being fed up with the feeling of distance between my boyfriends and my own bodies, I flicked my right leg up and swung it around his body until I was placed firmly in his lap - lips still fighting against each other. Justin moaned at the proximity of my legs wrapped around him, always being turned on by any contact my body made with his.

His hand that had previously tangled itself in my hair was slowly sliding down my body until it settled on my hip, just next to my butt. His fingers tapped at my hip, teasing me as the once sweet kiss quickly turned to one of hunger and lust. Goosebumps trailed from the area Justin’s fingers tapped at all the way to my core, setting me off as my moan vibrated throughout Justin’s mouth, he knew what was to come next. 

Hesitantly, his lips left mine and began trailing down to the skin on my collar bone, deciding that it was time to give my neck some attention. His mouth worked magics on my neck, biting and nipping at my sweet spot which Justin knew all too well. My head threw back in pleasurable desire, allowing him all the access he wanted to the sensitive area. 

Justin’s hands once again began to travel my body, his hands exploring every imperfection of it, and somehow making all my insecurities flutter away. Squirming down to my hip, his hand squeezed the flesh harshly before trailing further until it found its place at the waistband of my Nike shorts. 

He teased the area, playing around with the fabric, pulling on it to force the impression that he was going to remove them from my body before releasing it, causing it to slap back onto my skin. 

I moaned in aggravation against him, finally becoming impatient as his lustful side began to surface. The cocky, teasingly sexy side to the pop star. The one that everyone desired to get a taste at but couldn’t, since that was for my eyes and my eyes only. 

 "Stop teasing.“ I grunted through the pleasure his lips created, wanting nothing more then to just feel every part of his skin. His smirk recked against my neck in pride of the sexual frustration he brang me, knowing he could get me begging on my knees if he wanted to. For him, I would do anything for his attention, and he loved it.

“Patience, princess.” He rasped, his voice sending heat waves through my core, just begging for his touch. Slowly, his fingers inched down to the most sensitive part of my body. Fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts and through my underwear until he was met with my heated womanhood. 

His touch sent pins and needles to the surface of my clit, his finger rubbing circles roughly causing my mouth to part and small pants to escape my lips. The smirk which rest on his face revealed just how much he really enjoyed watching me practically melt under his touch, all until he suddenly ripped his hand out of my shorts, bringing his finger up to his mouth. “You taste so good baby girl.” He growled into my ear.

An uncontrolled moan rolled off my lips at the raspiness of his voice and without warning, Justin placed his hands on my hips and lifted me off his lap, harshly placing me down on the keys of his grand white piano. As my weight hit the keys, the sound of the cords echoing around the entrance hall made me jump, creating a not so pleasant, out of range tune.

Justin chuckled at my reaction, standing up from the piano bench until he was aligned with my body, then quickly jerked my pants down my leg pulling my underwear along with it. Knowing exactly what was to come next, I lifted my arms to which Justin responded by tugging my shirt over my head, discarding both items of clothing in a pile on the floor.

As I reached behind me to unclasp my lace bra, Justin took the time I was occupied to pull off his shirt and pants and quickly ran to the bathroom on the ground floor, only to return with a condom.

Using his teeth to rip the packet open, he hurriedly pulled out the rubber item inside and began fumbling to remove his underwear. As his fingers played with the hem of his Calvins, I snatched the condom out of his grasp and waited impatiently for him to reveal himself to me.

Once he was standing fully nude, I quickly moved my hands forward to roll the condom on his large member, letting my hand linger an extra few seconds just to get his boner - which was already rock hard - going.

Soon, Justin’s whimpers began filling the echo-y room as my hands ran up and down his dick, begining slow before gradually picking up the speed. Once I felt Justins cock twitch in my hand and his eyes roll back, followed by his head, I was quick to stop pumping, and lift myself up slightly. 

Justin groaned in frustration, more then likely getting the impression that I had stopped pumping just to tease him, but it was far from that. And as I pulled him forward, using my hand to align his dick up to my opening, I think he finally realised that. 

His dark, lust filled eyes flickered up to mine for only a split second, before he suddenly took control, gripping my hips tightly before pounding into my tight heat. The strength and force in his action had me seeing stars, eyes rolling back in slight pain but mass pleasure. 

“Justin.” I groaned in a breath. It almost came off as a whisper, and Justin liked loud. 

“Louder baby, daddy can’t hear you.” He grunted, steadying a pace as he pounded into me.

“Justin!” I moaned just above an indoor voice. Justin bent over, placing his lips on mine for a quick peck, before slowly trailing down my jaw then landing on my neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the skin. My mind went into overdrive at the sensation, Justin smirking because he knew how sexy I found it when he left love bites. 

“One more time babygirl, I’m finding it hard to hear you over the sound of your wetness.”

Once more I opened my mouth, a small squeal escaping as Justin nipped the spot just above my breast, before a loud “Justin baby, Oh God!!” rolled off my tongue, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s right beautiful, you make sure you tell everyone who’s fucking you senseless right now.” His tone, raspy and amused, was enough to push my one step further, with my orgasm just around the corner, I couldn’t take it. Especially when Justin made the bold move of placing a finger on my clit, where he then began rubbing circles. 


“Ugh, God baby your so tight. You make me feel so fucking good.” He growled. 

Looking up towards his face, I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight. Justins hair was flipped slightly over his forehead from looking down on me as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. The light reflecting a small layer of sweat against his face, showing how hard he really was into making me feel good.

“Fuck your so hot Baby boy.” After saying this, I quickly sat up, grabbing a hold of Justin where I then wrapped my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his back as he continued. 

“I-I Can’t hold it i-in anymore princess. I’m gonna cum.” He moaned in a strained voice. I smiled, loving the effect we had on each other. 

“Cum for me Jay. C’mon baby.” I urged. 

After a few more strides, I began to feel his thrusts becoming sloppy as he moaned. His dick throbbing a few more times before finally, the warm liquid filled the condom, leaving me to only begin riding off my orgasm.

Justin being Justin, knew I had only began to reach my high and although he had just came himself, he continued to thrust in and out of me, until I couldn’t hold back anymore and made quick to remove Justin from inside of me. Justin quickly moved his arm forward and began rubbing my clit as the liquid from my ejaculation escaped my womanhood, creating a small puddle of arousal on the floor. 

You know he fucked you good when you squirt. 

Once my high had dropped, Justin and I where left a panting mess in each other’s arms. His hand still lay on my clit, a smirk on his face as he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “That was amazing sweetheart.”

“Gotta be on the top ten list.” I muttered, causing a chuckle to escape his throat. Justin stepped back, allowing me space to jump off the keys of the piano and bent down to pick up my shirt. 

Justin did the same, snatching my bra off the ground and handed it to me.

After fastening my bra, slipping on my underwear and shorts, it was just before I had slipped my shirt over my head when the front door suddenly slid open, Za, Khalil, Maejor, Kendall and Hailey all standing on the other side.

“Guess who’s just arrived and is hungry as shit! It’s Za bitches, your lifes just got bette- Holy shit!” 

Justin and I’s heads shot over to look at the intruders, quickly scurrying to tug on the remainder of our missing clothes. With my arousal still on the floor, Justin’s condom tied in a knot placed on the piano and our attempt to hide our revealed body parts with discarded clothes, it was more then obvious what had just gone down here. 

“Seriously guys?” Kendall groaned. 

“What do you mean seriously?!  You didn’t tell us y’all were coming over, and last time we checked, this was our house! We usually have privacy in here.” Justin stated. 

“Yeah but like…On the piano? Really?” Haileys face twisted in slight distraught. 

“Y’all just jealous.” I smirked, walking to the kitchen to roll up same paper towels.

“Damn Y/n! I didn’t know you were a squirter!” Za yelled as I re-entered the room to clean the mess on the floor.

“Ew Za…Just ew.” Hailey mumbled, shaking her head. 

“You know what, we’ll be in the theatre room. You all can join us once your done cleaning up the result of your fuck fest.” Khalil chuckled. They all nodded, all sliding past us and up the stairs, all except for Za, who had gone the opposite direction into the kitchen only to return with a packet of cheetos and a coke can.

Sending us a nod with a mouthful of cheetos, the spastic boy jumped up the stairs, skipping every other step. Once there was no more best friends to be seen, Justin and I looked back at each other both sighing before allowing small giggled to escape our lips. Justin slid forward, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulled me into a slightly sloppy kiss. 

Savouring every moment, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed when he pulled away.

“Our friends are mentally challenged.” I giggled. Justin chuckled along to my offensive joke.

“I think we need a new address, so they don’t know where to find us and barge in on our sex life again.” Justin sighed.

“Stuff a new address, how about new friends?” I smiled.

“WE HEARD THAT!” Kendall shouted from upstairs.

Justin and I chuckled before reconnecting our lips one last time.


I really didn’t know how to end this one.

Originally posted by ryxnsven

Ivar Imagine- Ivar Doesn't Share

So I’m posting early because I’m going out tonight, but this is in response to this week’s Friday Night Heathen Army Prompt about a “Ragnarsson sandwich”. I definitely took my own spin on it, it’s probably not a typical “sandwich” story.
But I still hope you enjoy! It was so fun to write.


You sigh in frustration at your lover, rolling your eyes as he glares at you. “Ivar, he will freeze otherwise. It is not a big deal.”

Ivar growls at you, gripping your waist tightly. “I said no. I do not want him touching your naked body!”

Hvitserk looks up from where he is currently attempting to breathe some life into your pitiful fire. “I’d very much like that.”

You shoot him a look. “You are not helping.”

“He can keep warm by the fire,” Ivar grits his teeth, pushing his body closer to yours. “He is not getting in here with us!”

You let out an exasperated groan. The three of you are currently stranded in the mountain cabin, pinned down by a sudden snowstorm. You had been hunting deer, and before you knew it, the temperature dropped to freezing and the snow starting flying. Hvitserk had stayed out to quickly try to find some firewood as you and Ivar hurried back to the cabin. With such cold temperatures, you knew body heat was the best way to stay warm. By the time Hvitserk had gotten back with a few twigs, you and Ivar were already naked and bundled up in furs.

Now, to keep Hvitserk from becoming an icicle, you know he has to get under the furs with you. But your jealous, stubborn lover is not fond of that plan.

“Hvitserk will keep his hands to himself,” you try to placate Ivar. “Right, Hvitserk?”

The blonde man opens his mouth to probably make a joke, but catches the murderous look in his brother’s eyes and thinks better of it. “Of course,” he says instead.

Ivar huffs childishly and sticks out his bottom lip. It’s an adorable look that usually has you giving in instantly. But not today. Your sister will kill you if you bring back her man half frozen to death. You kiss his pouty lip quickly and turn back to the shivering man now blowing on his hands.

“Get in, Hvitserk.”

He’s up and undressing in an instant. You ignore Ivar’s protests and lift up the furs so the older Ragnarsson can climb in.

He settles down beside you, back to your chest. “Ivar, move your arm,” he mutters referring to the possessive arm his brother has slung around your waist. Ivar snarls and clutches you tighter.

“No,” his breath is hot on your neck. “And if you even think about touching her with those big meaty paws of yours, I will make sure you lose some fingers-slowly.”

Hvitserk laughs while you give Ivar a scolding pinch on the arm. “No one is losing any fingers,” you say firmly. “Now everyone just be quiet and go to sleep. Hopefully the storm will be over by the morning.”

Thankfully, the brothers listen to you. Well, mostly. You can still hear Ivar grumbling under his breath as he keeps an almost bruising grip on your waist. Hvitserk is quiet, his breathing evening out as he slips into sleep.

It’s oddly comfortable, being pressed between the two brothers. You are extremely warm, with Ivar’s chest at your back and Hvitserk’s back against your own chest. You take the time to examine his form. You don’t have any sort of sexual attraction to him, but you can definitely say he is a handsome and well built man. Your sister is a lucky woman indeed.

You giggle silently to yourself as you think of what she would say if she saw you now. She’d laugh at you being the middle of a “Ragnarsson sandwich”. And then probably demand to switch places with you.

Eventually you find yourself getting drowsy, and you let go of your thoughts and let yourself be lulled into sleep by the peaceful breathing of the men surrounding you.

You wake with a start, disoriented as you feel someone trying to roll you over. You blink blearily, seeing Hvitserk’s back a few feet from your face. He must have moved away from you in the night. Which means Ivar is the one currently tugging on you.

You flip over to face him. “What in Odin’s name are you doing?”

“Shhh,” he hushes you, pulling you so you are flush against him. He kisses you hard, lips working against yours in a feverish dance that is all too famillair.

You groan against his mouth. How could you have forgotten? Ivar is a morning sex person. As soon as he wakes, he wants you. Sometimes he even wakes you up in very creative ways. This morning appears to be no different. Except usually there is not another person sharing the furs.

“We can’t,” you say frantically against his lips, “Hvitserk is right there!”

“He’s still asleep,” Ivar grips your hair tight and pulls it back to expose your throat. He begins to suck at the expanse of skin. “If you are quiet, he will not wake. He’s a heavy sleeper.”

You try to keep your wits about you as his talented mouth wrecks havoc on your sensitive flesh. “I don’t think we should-”

He snarls and sinks his teeth into you at the same time he yanks hard on your hair. You have to suppress the gasp that tears from your throat.

“You will please me now,” he hisses, gripping your hips so hard you will probably have hand shaped bruises. “You will be a good little dove and do as I say. We have made love every morning since you first spent a night in my bed. You will not deny me!”

The commanding tone melts your resolve, as it always does and probably always will. You quickly climb on top of him and fuse your lips as your bodies come together in that carnal dance you love so nuch. You try your very best to stay quiet, but it’s hard when Ivar can pull feelings and sounds out of you that no one else has before. That man can play you like the most finely tuned lyre and make you sing for him with both your body and your voice.

You have to bury your face in his neck at the end, pressing your lips into his skin so you will not cry out. He in turn bites your shoulder. When you are finished, you simply lay there, trying to catch your breath as quietly as you can.

“That sounded like fun. Why wasn’t I invited?”

You shriek and roll off of Ivar at the sound of Hvitserk’s voice. Ivar catches you and covers you both with the furs before glaring at his brother.

“You know I do not share,” he snarls, clutching you to him like you are some sort of prize. He does not even seem perturbed that his brother was apparently listening.

“Were you awake the whole time?” You squeak, feeling your cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

Hvitserk, who has rolled to face you, simply grins. “Not the whole time. I only caught the end. You are not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Apparently,” you press further into Ivar, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

“Are you sure you do not wish to share, Ivar? She looks like she could go a second round,” Hvitserk teases.

The growl that rips from Ivar is positively animalistic. “Suggest that again and I will strip the flesh from your bones. I. Do. Not. Share.”

Hvitserk just laughs and proceeds to get out of the furs and find his clothes. “As you wish, brother mine. I will just have to wait until I get back to Visna.” He finishes dressing and gives the two of you a wink. “The storm has passed. I’m going to get firewood. You two do what you want.”

Once the door shuts behind him, you let out a loud groan.

“I can’t believe this. I told you it was a bad idea!”

Ivar just pushes you onto your back and swings himself on top of you. “No idea of mine is a bad idea. Hvitserk can listen all he wants, so long as he does not touch.” He gives you a wicked grin. “Now, about a second round…..”

Hvitserk is right, you can go another round.

And you don’t bother trying to be quiet.


Happy Friday, my sister wives! And everyone else too, come join us!

.a place to call home //shallura
               He still recalled everything so clearly.

So many were present, the once free people that not only Allura has reached out to, but helped find their courage to fight back against being enslaved and nearly pushed to extinction. Their faces were all so bright, and sorrows finally were an afterthought; their smiles reflect what she feels right now. Joy. After so many years of battle, of the strife, of the complications of being hunted throughout the many galaxies, it was all over. Peace was achieved, though some sacrificed their lives for it; this was for them. This moment she shared on this grand podium, with the lions behind her, the symbols of freedom.

“No longer are we to be threatened and oppressed, reduced to fearing and looking behind our shoulders at every pass we make. The war with Zarkon, with his followers, is finally over.” The relief was in her eyes and mirrored in whispers shared by the crowd. Behind her stood the pilots of Voltron, their helmets underneath their arms, taking in the grandiose audience before them. All except one pilot, the leader of this group of young individuals. Shiro. His attention was solely on her.

     That day, he believed, was to be one of their last together.

After everything they endured, the numerous battles, the close calls, the moments where they found a pocket of temporary peace from the empire’s grasp - it was finally coming to a close.

When the speeches were over, when the crowds dissipated and they boarded the ship, the group, now including Matt, reminiscence of their time together. So much changed, and he saw it all unfold before him like a flower finally coming to bloom with spring’s arrival. Pidge finally found what she longed for, family, and she was made whole. Keith has come to terms of his heritage, and learned the value of leadership. Lance maintained his confidence, yet he humbled, and his marksmanship had no rival. Hunk, not only did he keep their spirits elevated, but earned the admiration of many a people of different civilizations, and took pride in learning of their cultures, taking personal interest in their unique dishes.

But, what of Shiro? One could argue that he had undergone many a change himself, but there was something that he could not overcome.

He knew what it was, as he sat in silence while they all laughed and excitedly spoke of returning home. The mice danced and were juggled between Matt and Pidge. Hunk unveiled his masterpiece of a dinner, the last they would have together. Keith and Lance were bickering quietly to themselves but soon that died away when they took a glance at Shiro.

He was staring again; it was something he didn’t register doing.

Allura was aglow, her bright eyes often trailed their path to his own, and she would smile in a particular way that made him realize that she had not changed, that it was his heart that shifted - especially now with the knowledge that he was going home. Finally - home.

There were words he choked on, a thousand things he could have said, but when the festivities were over, and he was left alone with her on the bridge, he simply allowed her speak, drinking in the sound of her voice. He longed to remember it, the way she said his name, how soft her tone became when addressing him. The universe was dark, a tapestry riddled with glowing stars, yet she was the one that outshone them all.

                        He remembered that day.

As they finally arrived on Earth, as she had promised them, and the ship rested after its landing, that he came to terms with a heavy heart. Their adventures were over, that they would not likely see her beauty, or that of the vast cosmos.

“Shiro,” she had been speaking to him this entire time, yet her words were falling on deaf ears until now. The breeze felt warm, it was summer where they came to land, and the sun was bright on his face. The team stood behind him and began to give their embraces to Coran, who balanced the mice on his shoulders as they began to trade their farewells.

“Shiro, I wanted to personally thank you again. Not only did we rebuild the once shattered peace throughout the galaxy, but we finally were able to bring you back home. The Galra empire is no more, you can go home.” Her hand was extended out to him and he looked down at it before reaching out and taking a hold of it.

“The pleasure was mine, princess. What now, now that you achieved what you wanted? Where will you go?” He asked with a certain concern that she did not recognize, one that made her look away; Allura chose not to reveal the bit of sorrow that painted her features.

“I will find a new home, I have a chance now to start over. But you should go now, Shiro, the lions are safe with me, until they are needed again. Now, they are waiting - we have held you long enough, don’t you agree?” She replies in a whisper while slipping her hand away, giving a wink before motioning to his family, his team, patiently waiting.

How could he forget. She lost everything she loved, her entire world, her people, her father. They had a home to return to, she had memories locked in her heart. She was smiling, but her eyes spoke volumes, and as they cleared distance, and he began to walk back to the team, her smile wanes.

Coran had already boarded ahead of her whilst she lingered; the mice sat on the train of her cloak as she turned away, with a bleeding heart.

Shiro looked ahead at the faces of his newfound family, especially the way they crossed their arms and shook their heads, mumbling in distraught. Even Matt joined in on the foray, and sternly, pointed back to the ship. They knew before he did, what took root in his heart, and what he was letting go.

Allura was down the corridor when she felt a firm grip of her wrist; a gasp escaped her lips and she felt the immediate rush of heat as sorrow mingled with anger. The collision was a soft one, for she immediately recognized the scent of his skin, the strength of his arms, as he pulled her into a tight embrace. “Allura,” she heard her name fall from his lips and she felt something within shatter all at once.

“Home isn’t the same, it is missing something,” Shiro whispered against her pointed ear, brushing his cheek against her own. She was trembling violently and the quake caused his voice to crack, “..Someone,” he managed to conclude as he pulled away to look at her.

She was weeping now, openly. Allura, who was strong and lionhearted, a woman who endured so much, appeared vulnerable before his eyes. His cybernetic arm pulled away and he brushed the tears from her cheek. “We have a saying on Earth: Home is where the heart is. My home is with you. Stay here, with me - with us.”

He remembers that day as he looks at her now, the way she is glowing before the open window as sunlight filters through. The look of serenity on her face as she stares outside and rests a hand along her abdomen. His heart leaps inside its cage when she turns, and her smile lights up the entire room, brighter than the summer sun. Her laughter is something that makes him smile on cue.

“Shiro? What’s the matter? You’ve been awfully quiet this morning, especially during breakfast.” Her approach is a slow one as she extends her hands out, but it is not to shake his own, but to wrap her arms around his neck. God, she is truly glowing, and he falls in love with her all over again.

“I was thinking of you, us, of..” he spoke lovingly while trailing his hand over her abdomen; it was rounder now as she came closer to the end of her third trimester.

It has been a full year since the war came to an end, a year since he lost an important part of himself. But, he found himself, and a piece of heaven was granted to him, at last.

                                   It was here, when she smiled.

                          It was was found woven into her laughter.

                               And now, it was growing within her.

  [ shallura art done by: @breezycheezyart​ - thank you for the inspiration! ]

This idea came from @imaginexmen


Hope you like it!


The drive up to Canada wasn’t too bad, it had been at least eight months since Logan and I became separated duo to an foreseen attack on the school. I briefly look to my little sweet girl, peacefully sleeping to the rhythm of the road.  The tree filled skyline started to disappear as I approached yet another lumber yard. I searched almost every single one in this enormous country. I drove up the muddy slope that could possibly be called a “drive way.” There was a man in a red flannel shirt, rich black hair that slightly stood up on end. My heart skipped as I saw my husband again. “I hope he didn’t think I was dead or something.” My mind flashes the thought as I park and get out of the car. Logan sensed something immediately. “Never could surprise the man.” I smile. I slam the door of the car and he instantly turns. Those ocean blue eyes in confusion, wonder, and excitement. He quickly ran to greet me. He breathed deeply, taking in my scent. His arms wrapped tighter around my waist as I grabbed his torso tighter in return. “I thought you-” I cut him off with a kiss that I wanted to give him for what felt like a life time. He stood there in a dream like state, his forehead up against mine, his eyes closed savoring the moment where his love came back from the dead to greet him once again. “How-” “I’ll tell you later, there will be enough time for sad news Logan. Besides, I have something to show you.” He was silent, but his face told me that he was beyond disoriented. I took his hand in mine and led him to the car, I softly opened the door to reveal our daughter, our little Ivory. His eyes didn’t leave her. His face scrunched up in confession. “You were pregnant?” He questioned, with his voice wavering slightly. “Yes,” I could read this man like an open book. He felt like he abandoned us, there was nothing he could do, he thought we were dead for heavens sake! “Logan it wasn’t your fault, we’er here now. We are a family now.” I put a hand on Logan’s broad shoulder. He hit the car frame in frustration. “I should’ve been there, I SHOULD’VE BEEN THERE!” He shouted. Tears started to well up, he felt unworthy. I gave him a moment. He recomposed himself. He turned to me and gently took my hand in his. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I wish I was there for you two.” I placed a hand on his cheek gently stroking it like he did my hand. “Logan, we’er here now.” I said softly. I meet his gaze, a small smile came to my face. “Do you want to meet her?” I ask. The same smile soon appears on his. “Yes, I would.”

[miraculous ladybug]: anonymous bug

a little ladrien ficlet for @fangirl-with-a-shippers-heart as a warm welcome to the fandom~

(eh. not sure if this turned out how you wanted but… I ended up just kinda taking the idea and running with it 😅)

“I’m telling you, this is a dumb idea.”

With little effort, Adrien ignores the voice coming out of his shirt’s pocket as he runs along Rue de Passy. He’s used to it by now. No matter how much Camembert he gives to appease his kwami, Plagg has proven time and time again that nothing will ever stop him from voicing his bluntly worded opinions.

Taking a left turn at an intersection, Adrien continues on as though no one had spoken. Despite the loud whirs of cars passing, his shallow huffs of air and pounding heart are the only sounds he can focus on as he dashes towards their agreed meeting place up ahead.

To avoid setting an easy pattern for the paparazzi to follow, the locations for the start of their patrols never repeat themselves more than once over a sequence of five. His Lady always had the best ideas.

“Why do I even bother with you humans?” Plagg laments to himself, sliding further down into Adrien’s pocket.

“It’s not like you ever take other people’s advice either,” Adrien hisses out of the corner of his mouth.

“It’s no wonder you were chosen for me,” the creature sighs. “Nature likes playing cruel tricks.”

“Stop being overdramatic,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Another shared trait,” Plagg says. Yawning, he adds, “Well, good luck. It’s not like I can stop you anyways.”

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Ask Nicely

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Headcanon requestSam (or Jared 😉) with a Daddy kink please and thanks you 🙏🏼  - @spontaneousam

Word Count: 2,530

Warnings: all the smut, daddy!kink, dom!Sam, a little bit of edging, oral sex (female receiving), Sam’s monster cock, cursing, dirty talk, tiny bit of breeding!kink, barely any plot. *shrugs* fluff at the end, though, as per usual, a touch of angst.

A/N: I went with Sam, since I’ve written two Jared pieces recently. Plus, this seems more along the lines of a Winchester thing. I have never written daddy kink before, at least not like this. Holy wow. I hope this is okay. I’m really nervous about posting this. Also decided to add this to my Smut-entine’s Day masterlist because I included a few kinks in here. This shit is fucking raunchy. I’m not sorry. 

You flinched as the door slammed shut and Sam’s boots pounded toward your bedroom. Pulling the towel from your hair, you ran your fingers through it quickly. You hadn’t gotten dressed yet, Sam would be happy about that at least. He threw your door open without knocking, whatever, it was his room too.

“Hey, you okay?” You took a tentative step in his direction before he closed the gab between the two of you and crashed his lips into yours.

“No.” He spoke between kisses.

You let it go, not wanting to push the issue. The hunt had gone bad somewhere along the lines, that much you could tell. Sam’s mouth was hot, and he smelled like beer. His kisses were needy and demanding, and you knew what was coming next.

“Gonna make you mine, baby girl.” He grunted, hoisting your legs up around his waist before tossing you back onto the bed. “Lose the towel.” He stood at your feet.

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I don’t get jealous

(A/N): Fuck me up with possessive Bucky

Request:  💕 💕 jealous!bucky where your ex-fiancee comes back and you have to work w/ him and bucky becomes real protective 💕 💕

Warnings: some swearing, creepy ex

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

    “Oh god,” You whisper as that all too familiar man walks into your office. “Oh god no,” You’d recognize that sneer and glinting eyes anywhere, that was your ex. And not just any old ex, this was your ex- fiancee. You gulp as he walks down the aisles with pride in his step, obviously very pleased with himself for being able to worm his way through S.H.I.E.L.D. You turn your head away as he walks by, hoping he didn’t catch a glimpse of your face and for a minute you actually had hope that it worked. He continued to walk down aisles, his steps getting further and further away before they suddenly stop as does your heart. The footsteps come back your way and your heart begins to beat within your chest, god please let him pass you, please let him pass you.

   “(Y/N), is that you?” His voice had you nearly cringing, the greasy tony brought back some not so nice memories. Despite this you turn to look at him with a forced smile, trying your best not to look as annoyed as you were. 

   “Yep,” You chuckle, “It’s me,” 

   “Oh my god,” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” Yeah, that was kinda the point dipshit. “This is crazy!” You smile a little wider, causing you to feel like your skin may crack at the force. 

   “Yeah, right,” 

   “So uh- uh what’re you doing here?” You suppress a groan at this longer than needed conversation instead deciding upon smiling more and answering the question. 

   “I’m a field agent, sometimes I work alongside the Avengers-” At this his eyes widen and his jaw nearly drops. 

   “You work with the Avengers? That’s so cool!” You merely nod, hoping this conversation would end soon. “So does this mean you’ve met Tony Stark? Oh my god, have you met Captain America?” 

   “Haha, yep, I sure have,” The man sighs, folding his arms over his chest as he stares at you in a less than comfortable fashion. 

   “That is incredible (Y/N),” You only nod, hoping your face didn’t portray just how uncomfortable you were getting. The stupid man was just about to open his mouth again when the doors to the room open once again and this time the person who walks in is far more pleasant than the man before you. 

   “Bucky,” You sigh out as your present fiancee walks in the room, his other half not far behind. Bucky and Steve seemed to be engaged in quite the conversation when Bucky turns to look at you, smiling softly as his gaze connects to yours.

   You want to jump from your seat and run to his side, grab him and hold him like your life depended on it but you can’t, not with Mr. Sleazy standing right beside you. So instead you wait until Bucky waves goodbye to Steve and begins to make his way over to you to get up and excuse yourself momentarily. 

   “Sorry,” You give the man a tight lipped smile as you stand, dusting your suit off before standing a bit taller. “I’ll be right back,” You walk past him and instead to Bucky, your Bucky. 

  You nearly sigh in relief when Bucky opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. You gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. 

   “Hey doll,” Bucky’s chest rumbles, soft and comforting against you. 

   “Hey,” You breathe out, just happy to be back by his side, rather than that creepy man’s. 

   “Who’s the creep lingering by your desk?” Bucky’s voice is no louder than a whisper, not wishing anyone to hear what you guys were saying. 

   “Remember that asshole boyfriend I told you about?” Bucky’s grip on you tightens at your words, just enough to give you a soft squeeze before it relaxes. 

   “Yes,” Bucky’s jaw is clenches and his words are now a hiss as he glowers at the man by your desk. 

   “Guess who’s working with us now?” 

   “Not that creep right?” 

   “Unfortunately yes,” Bucky growls softly as he pulls you against him a little tighter, making sure to keep you blocked from the man’s line of sight. 

   “Has he tried anything-” 

  “No Bucky,” You smile softly against the ex assassin. “He hasn’t tried anything…not yet at least,” You knew your words were only going to spurr Bucky’s little jealousy fit and you could definitely tell when he growled once again, pulling you even closer to his chest. “Buck-” You gently pat his back, “I’m just joking, he’s not going to try anything, I made it very clear we were over and that I didn’t want anything to do with him,” 

   “Well he’s here and he’s talking to you,” 

   “He works here Buck, we’re just gonna have to live with that,” Bucky sighs softly, albeit unhappily. 

   “If he tries anything you tell me, okay?” He tilts your head up at his words, his thumb and pointer finger clutching your chin gently. His blue eyes are boring into yours and his face is etched with concern (and jealousy). You find yourself smiling at the literally man puppy holding you before you lean in, pressing your lips to his briefly before pulling away, much to Bucky’s dismay. 

   “You got it Sarge,” Bucky smiles, his eyes crinkling softly at the nickname you’d given him. 

   You go to pull away, intending to go back to your seat and work when Bucky pulls you back against him, causing you to squeak in surprise. 

   “One more kiss?” Bucky asks softly as he gives a damn good pair of puppy dog eyes. You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance but you couldn’t even deny how much you loved it when Bucky asked for kisses. You lean in, pressing your lips against his once more, only intending for it to be an innocent kiss but as Bucky began to nibble on your bottom lip you realized he wanted more. 

   “Bucky,” You warn against his lips, after all, you were at work and you were sure Fury would kill you both if he caught the two of you displaying anymore public affection. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky replies cooly as once again leans in to claim your lips as his own. You can only smile against him, making it nearly impossible to keep up the kissing. Eventually Bucky gives in, succumbing to a smile as well. “Think I made my point?” Bucky murmurs against your lips, just allowing himself that small amount of teasing pleasure. 

   “What point?” You murmur back, genuinely confused. Bucky smiles as he nuzzles his forehead against your own, looking just about as smug as could be. 

    “Think that loser over there knows you’re mine?” You peek over Bucky’s shoulder to see your ex-fiancee looking anywhere but the two of you, obviously very uncomfortable.  

   “I think everyone knows I’m yours you nerd,” Bucky smiles wider, causing his nose to scrunch up in the cutest way. “You know I love you right?” You ask a bit softer, just enough so that only Bucky could hear you. Bucky smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist a bit more snugly, nuzzling his scruffy face into the crook of your neck as he does so. 

   “I love you too,” 

   “Hey!” The doors open and in walks Fury, damn near seething at the sudden display of affection. “What’d I tell you motherfuckers the last time I caught you?” 

What I love about each B.A.P member


  • This is going to be long and emotional
  • His stage presence 
  • He’s an entirely different person on stage
  • It’s because he gets angry before each performance
  • His actions during LOE'16 
  • i.e stripping his shirt off during several shows 
  • Then proceeding to drench himself in water 
  • By the end of the tour the other members were pouring water on themselves too 
  • I still haven’t recovered from all of that 
  • But stop the music and he’s just a shy, sweet lil grampa 
  • If you ever need an example of “don’t judge a book by its cover” look no further than Bang Yongguk
  • He’s adorable when he gets shy 
  • He’s actually adorable all the time 
  • Remember how nervous he was during the release of Carnival
  • His smile T-T
  • His laugh 
  • His tattoos
  • *fans self*
  • I come alive when his chest piece peaks out 
  • His love for all things rose gold
  • His love for art 
  • His awareness of what’s going on in the world 
  • How many 20 something people can you name who read a physical newspaper???
  • Watches League of Legends games in bed 
  • Let’s play sometime Bang 
  • Remember that edit he made of “Feel So Good”
  • but he really just slowed it down like 10x
  • Made B.A.B.Y bc someone requested a fan song at a fan sign 
  • His reaction when the other members imitate his deep voice
  • Speaking of…
  • I could listen to him talk until the end of time 
  • His voice is so deep but so beautiful and soft 
  • He never rushes his words
  • Everything he says is thought out 
  • His rapping
  • But I honestly melt when he sings 
  • His singing is heavenly  
  • I hope he sings more in the future 
  • That time he broke an apple in half with his hands but he couldn’t believe he did it 
  • Never in a hurry 
  • Like ever 
  • Snails move faster than him 
  • If there was a zombie apocalypse he would be the first to go
  • Shades TS
  • Loves ramen
  • Give him another ramen cf
  • Used to be a telemarketer 
  • His telemarketer voice lol 
  • The way he runs his hands through his hair 
  • His lying down show on V app
  • I have never screamed and cried so much during a live broadcast 
  • He knew what to do to drive BABYz crazy
  • Ugh he was being so cute then T^T
  • Giving the camera kisses 
  • And telling us to get under the covers with him 
  • Bang pls, my heart 
  • But it was so cute that he asked the members how to work the V app just so he could talk to us 
  • When asked where he would take someone on the first date, he said he’d invite them into his shirt 
  • Ok bye how do I get that date 
  • When he wears glasses 
  • His clothing style 
  • His love for Tigger
  • The character and his dog 
  • He sends videos of Tigger to the members 
  • How pure is that T^T
  • The way he is with children
  • His compassion and charity
  • Wants to make the world better 
  • Influences his members and BABYz to do good deeds
  • Old soul
  • But so beautiful and kind 
  • His birthmark 
  • Failed his driving test not once, but 3 times
  • Like dude I failed mine on the first try bc of a technicality 
  • But 3 times???? 
  • It’s okay there are lots of people who will drive you around :) 
  • Drunkenness 
  • His Instagram is black & white bc color hurts his eyes 
  • “Our team came back”
  • “Yah, Moon Jongup”
  • He works so hard to give us good music 
  • I’m glad he’s resting now 
  • His haNDS
  • They are the most beautiful hands I have ever seen 
  • And they are SO SOFT 
  • I cry when I think about his hands
  • Remember when Himchan posted that picture of Yongguk getting a manicure 
  • What a couple 
  • “Bang” makes for some great ship names
  • Straight up said he loves the other members more than BABYz 
  • The most patient man I have ever seen 
  • If he ever gets angry, he doesn’t curse
  • He just speaks in an even lower tone
  • The time he was playing a game with cups on The Show and almost lost his shit because the cups kept falling down
  • The foundation of B.A.P
  • Kept B.A.P together 
  • “Alone you might be weak, but together we can be strong" 
  • This man if full of great quotes and wisdom
  • Especially: "banana shake”
  • The amount of emotion he puts into every rap 
  • His songs on SoundCloud 
  • He shows his vulnerability through his songs
  • AM 4:44
  • I cannot tell you how many times I played AM 4:44 on repeat during hard times 
  • I remember the first time I heard it I was covered in goosebumps 
  • I still get them
  • When I read the lyrics I cried 
  • He poured every ounce of himself into that song
  • “Everything’s gonna be alright" 
  • A simple yet powerful sentence 
  • I wonder if he realizes that one sentence has been a source of strength for many BABYz
  • I wonder if he realizes that B.A.P has been a huge source of strength for BABYz
  • Thank you, B.A.P, for being our strength

Feel free to add some of your favorite Yongguk things! Our precious gummy leader.

YG | HC | DH | YJ | JU | ZL

I don't like being told what to do.

I was in the middle of a very good dream and I mean very good. I was laying on a bed, watching as Theo took his shirt off. I slowly licked my lips, definatly approving of what I saw.

He looked over at me and laughed,“Liking the view?”

I nodded, eyeing him up and down,“Oh you have no idea.”

He smile, then looked to wear my shirt was still covering my body, “Your turn.”

I sighed and gave a slight shrug of my shoulders, “I don’t know. I think I might need some help taking it off.”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice.”, He said, making his way on the bed.

Once he was hovering over me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I egarly kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulled away, looked me in the eye and said, “Y/N, it’s time to wake up.”

I looked at him extremly confused, “What?”

“Y/N, get up. I have a job for you.”

I opened my eyes and saw Theo standing in the doorway to my room. I groaned and rolled over. Maybe if I go back to sleep right now, I will be able to finish that dream.

Theo wasn’t on bored with that plan, “Seriously! Get up already. We have work that needs to be done.”

I rolled my eyes, gosh he was such a nag, “You are so much better in dream form.”

“What?”, He asked, not sure if he heard right.

“Forget it.”, I say, sitting up and streching, “So what’s on the agenda today?”

He shook his head, getting back to reason why he so rudly woke me up, “Right. I need you to spend the day with Stiles. Keep him away from Scott.”

I looked at him like he hd just spoken a different language,“Excuse me? You want me to babysit? I don’t think so. Get one of your little minnions to do it.”

He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Hayden is on Liam duty and Corey is on Mason duty. So that leaves you.”

I hummed and pretending to be thinking about it, then said,“ Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Theo’s eyes snapped open, “What do you mean you don’t think so? Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

I got up and walked over to him, looking him in the eye,“ Did you forget who you’re talking to? Do you not remember why I left my pack in the first place? I don’t like being told what to do.”, I paused, a sly smile aprearing on my face,“ That is, unless I’m naked.”

His jaw dropped open and eyes widend in shock, “What?”

I laughed at his reaction, then I got a brilliant idea, “You know what? I think I will pay Stiles a visit after all.”

That seemed to snap Theo out of it, he grabbed my arm and glared at me, “You’re not seriously thinking about sleeping with him are you?”

I pulled out of his grasp and walked over to my dresser, pulling out the shortest pair of shorts that I owned. Then I walked over to my closet and pulled out a black tank top. Once I was dressed I quickly put on my sneakers and left my room.

As I was walking towards the front door, Theo grabbed my wrist, “Answer me Y/N. Are you really thinking about sleeping with him.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed at him, “Hey, you’re the one that me to spend the day with him. You just never said doing what. So now you’ll get what you want and I’ll get to have a little fun while doing it.”

“I mean why would you even want to. He’s not even that cute.”, He mumbled, looking everywhere but me.

I eyed him for a second, then it hit me, “Theo why do you care so much?”

“Because…”, He started to say, but trailed off.

“Because why?” I asked, wanting for him to finish.

He sighed, then looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Because if anyone is sleeping with you, it’s going to be me.”

Before I even had a chance to respond, he crashed his lips to mine. It only took me a couple of seconds to start kissing him back. I mean it’s not like I hadn’t dreamt of this happening.

After we had been making out for about five minutes, I pulled back and whipsered in his ear, “So are we doing this or not? I mean I did have previous plans.”

He growled, then picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I laughed as he made his way back into my room. He layed me down on my bed, then climbed on top of me.

He kissed up and down my neck a couple of times, before reaching down to tug on the end of my shirt, “Off now.”

As much as I wanted to comply, I decided to give him a hard time, “I thought I told you. I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked and from what I can see, not naked.”

“By the time I’m done. You will be.”, He said, voice low and ruff in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

He pulled away and sat up to remove his shirt. Once he had thrown his shirt to some place on my floor, I reached up and ran my hands down his chest.

“Way better than my dream.” I say, not missing the amused smile that appeared on Theo’s face.

“So you were dreaming about me earlier.”, He teased, remembering what I said this morning.

I shrugged like it was no big deal, “Not the first time and probably not the last.”

“So what exactly did we do in this dream of yours?” Theo asked, leaning back down to kiss my neck.

It took me a couple of minutes to form a coherent sentence, “Sadly not much. Seeing as someone woke me up and just when it was starting to get good.”

He laughed and pulled back to look at me, “How about I make it up to you by really giving you something to dream about.”

“Sure you can do that?”, I ask, with a playfull smile.

“Don’t you worry about it.”, He said, crushing his lips to mine once again.

Forbidden [Kim Jongin] - Part 3

Summary: I’m falling deeper and deeper, like a child who has seen the world for the first time - EXO “First Love”

Genere: Fluff, semi-smut, some angst at the end (but just a little bit…)

Warnings: Sexual tension

AU: Royals

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

Originally posted by kaibility

“Wait” I pulled away “H-how? And… Why…”

My thoughts were a mess. I had no idea which question should I ask first. He knew I wasn’t some kind of lady from northern kingdom. He took me to his favourite place in palace’s gardens and he kissed me. I took a deep breath. Was this day even real?

“You wanted to know why I’ve kissed you?” Jongin’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts

I nodded shyly.

“Your presence in the castle was driving me crazy for over a month” he said quietly “When you first came here I thought that you were just another, ordinary servant, but with every new day I started to… Be more interested in you. In fact, more than I should be…”

I was staring at him with astonishment. I wasn’t able to say anything.

“There’s something… Special about you. And that makes me want you more and more with every single second” he came closer to me “I tried to distract myself from you, but I can’t. I struggled with more chores, and that didn’t help. Next, I invited some ladies for dates, but I didn’t feel the spark between us”

Thinking of Jongin with some other woman, made my heart ache.

“The only person that can make me feel the way I feel now, is you” he continued as he grabbed my hand “Even watching you from afar was making me happy. Your voice, your moves, your gestures. It all made me feel like someone casted a spell on me” “Jongin, I-” I tried to say something, but he placed his finger on my mouth

“I haven’t finished yet” he whispered “I want you to know that I think I fell for you, and it’s too late to go back”

“B-but I’m a servant” my voice was shaking “And you’re a prince, a royal”

I never actually thought of him confessing to me. It was just too impossible. This was the reason, I never wondered how I would react. A treasured dream I thought would end long before achieving. Words weren’t coming out of my mouth and my heart was beating one thousand times per second.

“Do you think I care?’ he gave my hand a squeeze

“But the others do!” I exclaimed “Your parents, people from the kingdom…”

“And do you care?”

His question surprised me. The worst thing about it, was that I knew the answer. Of course, I didn’t care. But a servant and a prince? That’s not going to work out. His parents would like him to be with someone from nobility or even just a wealthy family. Not a servant. Maybe, if I was still a princess, they would consider me as possible option. Because the truth is that I don’t feel like a royal anymore. The feeling of being a daughter of king and queen disappeared with their death.

“No” I responded quickly “I don’t”

Jongin took my chin between his fingers and gently tilted my head. Again, my eyes met his. I’ll never get enough of them. Our breaths started to mix with each other. He moved his hand to my cheek and gently caressed it.

“So what’s holding you back?” he whispered

Before I could answer, his lips found mine once more. The kiss was soft, but passionate at the same time. I wanted to give him all I’ve got, all the words I couldn’t say before. He was driving me crazy. His tongue swept against my bottom lip and I impulsively opened my mouth. My mind was screaming ‘no’, but my heart told me ‘yes’. Encouraging voice was getting louder with every second. I had no idea what I was doing. The kiss became more rough so I had to hold his jacket to keep balance. His kisses were like drugs. Prince Jongin was like a drug himself.

“Your highness!” I heard a man’s voice

We immediately jumped away from each other. Someone was looking for Jongin.

“Damn it” he cursed and looked at me “It must be Kyungsoo. He knows I like to hang out in the garden.”

“Who’s Kyungsoo?” I was sure I’ve never heard that name before

“My private servant… And a friend” he said quietly “But that definitely doesn’t change the fact that he can’t find us here”

He gently placed his hands on my shoulders.

“Don’t go back to the party. I’ll go to Kyungsoo and tell him I just went for a walk. In the meantime, you’ll go to the big willow and turn right just behind it. There should be a small gate that leads to a chamber where gardeners keep their equipment. That’s the easiest way to get to the palace”

I nodded trying to remember everything, Turn right just behind a willow, go through a small gate to gardener’s chamber. Seems easy.

“Your highness!” this time Kyungsoo’s voice was closer

“I need to go” I whispered

“I know” said Jongin “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, okay?”

“I can’t. I’m not allowed to be in the garden”

“Then I’ll call you to my room at evening”

He pressed his lips to my forehead.


I quickly started to walk away. Suddenly I remembered about something.

“Jongin” I turned away and when he looked at me I whispered “Happy birthday”

He flashed me one of his beautiful smiles, right before I went to the big willow tree.

I lied on my bed with a huge grin on my face. I still couldn’t believe that this night wasn’t some kind of dream. Jongin really confessed to me. I guess, we both knew that what we’ve done was really risky, but it was worth it.

When I came to the room, Yeun wasn’t here yet. She must’ve been still at the party, but she could come here in any moment. If she finds out I was dancing with the prince at the ball, she’s going to kill me. I dragged myself up and changed from beautiful silver gown, I was wearing. I put it under the bed, along with the mask. At least now, I had one more dress.

Once more I lied down. My thoughts went to my family. Strange. I didn’t think about them often. Would there be any chance that Jongin would feel the same about me if I still was a princess? Daughter of king a queen? I laughed quietly. Maybe I could’ve been his fiancé. Thinking about it was odd. I got used to being a servant and I always knew, Jongin was forbidden.

Suddenly, something made me form a small speech in my mind.

I’m Y/N. Princess of Southerlands. Daughter of king Hyungwo and queen Sooyoung. Out kingdom fell during the 4th war. To survive, we ran away and started to live in king Doyun’s kingdom. It was…

Before I realised, I was fast asleep.

The next day, Jongin did as he said last night. At about eight in the evening he called for me. I tried really hard not to smile while I was walking to his room. Usually, only private servants could enter the part of the palace where royals lived. It’s another place in the castle I’ve never been to. I saw a big white door. Two guards were standing on both sides of it so I immediately figured out it must’ve been prince’s room. I smiled to them and knocked on the door. Good they didn’t think a servant could harm the hier. In a few seconds, Jongin appeared in front of me.

“You called, your highness” I bowed quickly

“Yes” he said moving himself so I could go inside “Come in. I would like you to clean the room”

Jongin closed the door behind me and grabbed my waist with both of his hands.

“You really want me to clean?” I asked with confusion

“Of course not” he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips

I smiled and looked around the room. It was really big. There was a large sofa, wooden desk with a chair and a huge bed with baldachin. I saw a huge chandelier and other decorations. Behind the window there was balcony.

I stepped away from Jognin.

“Your room is so big” I spinned around “I wish mine was like that!”

“One day it will be” he said and I looked at him

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing” he shrugged “You know, one day I’ll become a king and them I’m going to need my queen”

“If you think about the things, I think you do then just stop it. We both know it’s impossible”

“Have some faith” Jongin sat at the edge of his bed “Everything is possible”

“Let’s just don’t talk about it” I came closer to him and pointed at the mattress “May I?”

“Don’t even ask”

I sat next to the prince and gently caressed the sheets with my hand.

“I can’t believe you sleep here on your own” sigh escaped my lips

“We can always change it” this made me look at him, but when my eyes met his, I turned away blushing

“Don’t do that” he cupped my face with his hands

“Do what?” I asked

“Don’t turn away from me” he kissed me and I quickly parted my lips

I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. The kiss was much more heated than the ones we shared in the garden. His hands started to roam over my body. I placed my palms on his chest. With every second I was becoming more addicted to him, to his touch, to his lips. The worst thing about it, was that I knew, I should stop. But I couldn’t. I agreed to come to his room and that meant, I definitely crossed the line.

One of his hands went to my thigh and pushed up my dress. I bit his bottom lip making him growl, and then I gently pushed him onto the mattress. Now, I was on top of him and his palms were on my waist.

“I want you” Jongin breathed against my lips “God, I want you so badly”

I kissed him roughly because this time, I wanted to be in control. I used my tongue to part his lips. He lightly squeezed my ass, making me gasp. Using his opportunity, he flipped us over.

“Your time is over” he laughed and started to kiss my jawline

I tangled my hand in his hair and let out a quiet moan when he sucked the skin on my neck. I bucked my hips up and I felt him smirk. I was about to undo the first button of his shirt, when I heard a sudden knock on the door.


Oh, no. If the king will find me here, I’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.

“Quickly” Jongin got up from me and held out his hand “He can’t entre while you’re in here”

His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but he still looked perfect. I grabbed his palm and I looked around the room. There was no place to hide.

“See that door?” he pointed on the left, and when I saw what he was talking about, I nodded “It’s the wardrobe. Hide there. He won’t find you”

I came closer to him and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“Why do we always have to be interrupted…”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you” he laughed quietly “Now, go hide into the wardrobe”

I made my way inside the small room. He really had another chamber for his clothing. It was almost the size of his bedroom.

“I’m sorry, father” I still could hear Jongin opening the door “I had to pull myself together”

“It’s okay” king’s voice was really deep and strong “I came here just for a few minutes. I’m bringing some news”

I tried to hold my breath. I was so scared that the king will find me. My heart was beating so loud, I was sure he could hear it.

“That’s what I thought when you came” said Jongin “You usually don’t come to my room when you don’t have a reason”

“You’re right” I couldn’t see king Doyoun, but imagined him sitting on the sofa “And about the news… Me and your mother… We…”

“You what?” prince’s voice was so harsh I almost didn’t recognize it

“We found you a fiancé”

Author’s note: The gif above is not mine. Thank you so much for over 90 notes on Part 1 and almost 70 on Part 2.

Domestic Drabbles - 9: Simon Snow and The Spiderman Boxers


Just kidding. Presenting Domestic Drabbles, part 9! 
I can’t believe I’ve written this many!

Shoutout to my amazing beta, @baz-n-simon!
And to @eroticgropefest, whose lovely drabble series has inspired this one!

Enjoy (:


Back at Watford, if someone had told me that one day I would be doing Simon Snow’s laundry while he just sits around, I would have laughed in their faces and asked what sort of enslavement spell he was planning on using against me. But as I sit here, folding Snow’s shirts into neat piles while he stares off into space, I begin to realize that he doesn’t need magick to get me to do what he wants.

“Baz,” he had said to me just a few hours earlier. “I’m rubbish at laundry. Will you help me?” He had flashed a huge grin and batted his stubby eyelashes at me, a signature Snow move when he wanted something, and I knew that I was completely helpless against it. He knows I’m completely helpless against it. Even without his magick, Snow could make me do anything if he tried hard enough.

It’s evening now, and the setting sun is filtering in through the windows. Snow is sitting at the other end of the sofa, surrounded by his messy piles of clothes. He only bothered folding two articles of clothing, then decided he was bored, and instead has been staring off at the windows while I work through the basket on the floor. I should be more irritated at him, but every time he closes his eyes and runs his hand through his hair, the sunspots that have made their way through the blinds dance across his arms and face, and he looks positively radiant. And I wonder how someone like him, with his boxy shoulders and his ruffled hair, could always be so angelic. So glowing. So beautiful. So—

“Snow, what the fuck are these?”

His eyes immediately leave the windows and dart over to my hands, as I reach into the laundry hamper and pull out the most atrocious pair of boxers I’ve ever seen. One half is red and the other blue, and they’re covered in various pictures of Spiderman in different poses. I almost laugh, and as Snow’s eyes widen, I do.

“Baz! Give me those!” Snow immediately launches himself across the couch to retrieve them, but the piles of clothes get in his way, and I hold the boxers above me, far out of his reach.

“Where did you get these?” I ask, still laughing. “They’re hideous.” He tries to grab my arm, but I hold onto his wrist with my free hand and hold the boxers off the side of the couch.

“Hand them over,” he says, turning his wrist out of my grasp. He tries to move towards me, but I push back on his shoulder.

“Did you have these when we were at Watford?”

“Shut it, Baz!” He says, trying to move away from my hand. But I hold onto him tightly.

“Crowley, Snow. So you’re telling me that every time you threatened me and my life with that bloody sword of yours, you were wearing these? Truly? The Chosen One, sporting around Spiderman underwear?” I start laughing again because it has to be one of the most absurd images that has ever come into my mind.

“Fuck you,” he says, swinging his shoulder out of my grip. He stands up and tries to walk over to the side of the couch, but I catch his legs with mine and wrap them around his, holding him in place.

“I don’t think so,” I say. I lean up and put the boxers behind me, between my back and the couch, and lean against them. “You’re not getting these back. I’m holding them hostage forever.”

“Baz, c’mon,” he whines, crossing his arms and locking his gaze with mine. Then in a quiet tone, he says, “those are my favorite.”

I laugh again and wrap my legs tighter around him. “That’s hilarious, Snow. But you’re still not getting them back.”

He furrows his eyebrows briefly, then tilts his head to the side. He flutters his eyelashes at me and grins. The signature Snow move.

“Please, Baz?” He asks, sweetly. “Can I have them back?”

I hesitate briefly but try to push down the need to give Snow what he wants.

“That’s not going to work on me this time,” I say. “You’re not getting these back.”

He furrows his eyebrows again, but he doesn’t frown. Instead, his lips curl upward into one of the most antagonistic smirks I’ve ever seen grace his perfect lips. He leans down, placing his hands against the back of the couch, on either side of my shoulders, and settles his face only inches from mine. He tilts his head to the side and smiles.

“Please, Baz?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “No.”

He leans in and kisses me. Once, then twice. And then a third time. I don’t kiss him back because I know his game; he’s trying to distract me. But then he kisses me a fourth time, biting my lip gently in the process. I try to stay focused, pushing my back against the couch, but then he kisses my jaw. Crowley. Once. Twice. And then again. And he’s trailing his mouth along it. And then he slides his hand into my hair and the other against my side. I lean my head back slightly. And he starts kissing down my neck, and along my throat. Then he bites me there, and I shudder. Crowley, I’m done for, I think. And then he suddenly starts kissing at the base of my neck, and then he moves  along my collarbone, and then he—

“Hah!” He exclaims, startling me. I open my eyes that I hadn’t realized I had closed, and he’s now standing in front of me, waving the boxers around in the air.

“You’re too easy, Baz,” he says, smirking at me.

I cock an eyebrow at him, irritably.

“Fine, Snow,” I say, leaning up. “You win.”

He sticks his tongue out at me.

“But we’re not done yet,” I say.

“Wha—?” Before he can finish, I lean forward and grab him by the shirt collar.

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8) - (ao3)

Dating would include – Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Originally posted by hellomikky

Jacob Frye 

  • Well, the two of you usually can be found in the fight club 
  • Eventually you patch up Jacob after his last fight 
  • Or Evie has to take care of both of you 
  • It really depends on your mood 
  • “Yes, Evie. That guy deserved every punch." 
  • But to be honest you two are always up to cause mischief 
  •  ”[Y/N], Jacob, what have you done this time?!“ 
  • "We did nothing! … Oh, that. Yeah, we did that." 
  • Giving each other nicknames … all the time 
  • "Love” - “Angel” - “Dear” - “Could you two stop?!" 
  • Jacob is a big fan of public display of affection 
  • The people need to know you are his better half 
  • … and he would be lost without your kisses 
  • Seriously every kind of kiss 
  • "I want all of them, love." 
  • After a hard mission he needs you wrapped up in his arms 
  • Jacob’s mixed scent of smoke, beer and himself lures you in 
  • "Why do I smell beer on you, Jacob?" 
  • … "I think Evie calls me!" 
  • He makes sure you keep up your training 
  • Driven by his fear to lose you forever 
  • Even if he knows you can handle yourself just fine 
  • Him not being able to take his eyes off of you when you plan your mission 
  • The satisfied smirk on your lips makes his knees weak 
  • "Stop drooling, brother dearest." 
  • Randomly he wraps you up in his arms to get his daily dose of cuddles 
  • The two of you get comfortable on his favourite but little settee 
  • Resting your head on his chest, while his arms hold you close 
  • The closer the better 
  • His steady breathing making you sleepy 
  • "God, you are adorable, love." 
  • The two of you are barely fighting 
  • And if you do, it will be solved in the fight club later 
  • "I’m not going to hit you!" 
  • "Good, then it is going to be easier for me!" 
  • Don’t worry neither of you gets harmed, because you end up in a heated kiss 
  • "I don’t think you know how much you mean to me, [Y/N]." 
  • Evie approves your relationship without a doubt 
  • You are good for Jacob and vice versa 
  • And foremost you make each other happy 
  • Jacob could never think of someone else taking your place 
  • You are the only one he will ever love the way he does right now 
  • And occasionally the Assassin tells you his feelings in an unknown serious tone 
  • "I truly love you with every fibre of my body, love. You accept every flaw I have. You adore every insecurity I have -" 
  • "Shut up and kiss me, Jacob." 
  • Your wish is his command 

Originally posted by diospyros-05

Evie Frye

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Title: Overprotective

Character: Joe Merriweather

Movie: Solace

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Blindly reaching over for my cup, I brought it to my lips only to frown at the lack of coffee in it.

The smell of the hazelnut creamer was still strong, but that wouldn’t get me through the night.

“Damnit,” I cursed.

I was working on a case that my husband and I were put on, and I truly didn’t want to get up from my desk.

“Here, Y/N,” Joe came into my office, placing a fresh cup on my desk.

“I knew I married you for a reason,” I smiled, pouring the hot liquid into my cup.

I blew on it before taking a sip. Sighing, I pointed at my cup, nodding, “Yup… Definitely married you because of this,”

Joe laughed, shaking his head as he sat on my desk.

“Love you too, baby,”

I blew him a kiss as I picked up a piece of paper.

“Find out anything new?”

I rubbed my head in frustration, “No. I’ve gone over this rape and autopsy report at least ten times and none of this making any sense,”

Joe tilted his head, taking a crime scene photo and studying it.

“The patterns just aren’t adding up, but I know it’s him Joe. I know it.”

He sighed, placing the photo back down where he got it from.

An officer knocked on the door, “Sorry to interrupt Mr. and Mrs. Merriweather, but we have someone here that wants to speak with one of you.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, Officer Banks.”

Joe turned back to me, “Listen, we’ll catch him, Sweetheart. We always do,”

He leaned over, taking my chin in his soft hand. Slowly, he kissed me, his tongue gently dipping into my mouth.

Grunting slightly, he pulled back, grinning, “I knew I married you for a reason,”

I laughed, swatting at him, “Ass,”

Joe chuckled, kissing my head right before he left.

I rubbed my temples, my vision blurry from staring at the photos and paperwork for so long.

Making a final decision, I decided to just go back to the crime scene to scan it over once again.
John Clancy ran into the station, demanding the front desk that he speak with his long time friend, Joe.

“He’s busy at the moment Sir. Have a-”

“I don’t give a damn if he’s busy or not!” he snapped, slamming his hand on counter.

“John, what’s going on?” Joe’s brows were furrowed as he approached him.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“She went back to a crime scene, why?”

“I saw her,” John’s accent became thicker the more he remembered his vision, “She’s in an abandoned apartment. Old blood splattered on the nicotine stained wall.”

Joe’s eyes widened, fear making them glossy. He turned, telling others to get to 4861 Stemming Road.

“Keep talking!” Joe said, as John kept up with him.

“Fresh blood on the floor… drag marks… she’s- she’s tied to a chair…”

“Oh my God,” Joe whispered.
I groaned, my head aching and a nasty crick in my neck as I tried to lift it.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” A male, sing-song voice said.

I felt a rush of air and a hard slap to my cheek when I didn’t comply.

“I said wake up, Goddamnit!”

Carefully I blinked, but it burned. That when I noticed in the shitty lighting that my vision was stained red.

The burning was caused by blood getting into my eyes.

“Ohhh, lookit here, lookit here!”

“We got us a beauty Cyrus!” Another male voice cheered.

A slap resounded, “No names you fuck wit!”

“Oww! No need to get violent! I mean, shit! It ain’t like she’s gonna live through it!”

“Alvin,” the voice became darker, “I like my fish wet and squirmy. If she dies before I get my piece, I’m slittin’ your fuckin’ throat!”

I wiggled my wrists, but the were tied to the arms of the chair tightly.

“That’s right, you just keep on wigglin’!” Cyrus, I presumed, cackled.

My vision became clearer the more I blinked.

“What do you want?” I gasped.

Taking his knife, he ran the tip of it down my cheek, cutting it.

“We just wanna have some fun now, Sweetness,”

I swallowed the bile that was building up in my throat.

When some commotion came from the lower floor, Cyrus sent his accomplice down to check it out.

A scuffle sounded, then it became dead quiet again.

Cyrus sighed and shook his head, “Fuckin’ igidt probably fell down the stairs again. Oh well,” he threw his knife up in the air with a spin and caught it, “some things ya just have to do yourself,”

With that, he lifted his arm high and stabbed my thigh with the knife.

I screamed, gripping the arms of the chair until my knuckles were white.

I could tell by the sound that it was embedded into the wood.

My scream turned into cries and gasps as I leaned forward.

Cyrus went out the room, whistling.

Gunshots and shouts erupted, then multiple people running up the stairs echoed in the hall.

I watched as Joe scanned the room from each side of the doorway, “Clear!”

“Joe,” I cried out, my breath skipping as I tried to calm myself.

Tears filled his eyes as he whispered, coming over to me, “Baby,”

“We need the paramedics, now!” John yelled.

Joe cupped my bloody cheeks as he cried along with me, “Y/N… Sweetheart,”

“Get me out of here, please!”

“Shhh, shhh, Sweetheart. We are,”
6 months later

I sat on the exam table, waiting impatiently for the doctor to come in. This would be my last visit if everything had healed well.

Joe stood, leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest.

“Gah, I hope I get to go back to work!”

“Y/N…” Joe said, lowly.

He was very reluctant to even let me out of his sight. He was driving me nuts if I were to be honest.

“Joe, I swear if you don’t give me some breathing room…”

When he opened his mouth to argue, the doctor came in, ending the argument… for now.

“How are we Mrs. Merriweather?”

“Ready to get back to my old life,” I said.

“Well, from the looks of your tests, everything seems to be back to normal,”

A sigh left me, my shoulders sagging.

“Thanks Doc,”

He smiled, writing me a prescription for light painkillers to be taken if needed.

On the way home, I could feel the tension radiating off of Joe.

He’d flexed his jaw and grip the steering wheel to the point that it’d creak.

“Joe,” I called out to him softly.

He ignored me, slamming on his breaks once we were in the driveway.

“Joe, what the hell!?”

“I can’t lose you, alright!?” He shouted, his chest heaving.

I became silent, feeling my eyes burn with the threat of tears.

Carefully, I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car.

“Y/N,” Joe called out to me, his voice hoarse and tearful.

I unlocked the door and went inside and began pacing the kitchen.

Joe slowly came inside, his eyes red.

“I-,” I got choked up, my words cutting out as the tears started, “I get it, Joe; I do, but I’m suffocating here!”

Shoving my fingers into my hair, I lightly pulled at my hair, “Each day that I’m not at work helping in some way, is letting those bastards that did this to me, win!”

I watched as Joe’s bottom lip quivered.

“I want my life back! I want us back, damnit!”

With that I sank to the floor, the dam that I had built all these months, breaking.

“Y/N…” Joe wrapped me up in his arms, pulling me to his warm chest.

“I’m sorry for being so overprotective, baby,” he cried, “I just don’t know what I’d do with- without you,”

We held each other in the kitchen until our tears dried. This was something that had been brewing for a while and we needed to address it before we were really able to heal.

Holding his elbows, I pulled back from his chest giving him a watery laugh, “I feel better now,”

He combed his fingers through my hair, chuckling, “Me too, baby… me too.”

Pulling his head down to mine, I gently laid my lips over his in a slow kiss.

“I knew I married you for a reason,” he said, lowly, once I pulled back.

I snorted, smacking his arm the same way I did those six months ago.



small snape headcanons
  • he remembers how people like their tea. mcgonagall, dumbledore, .. even when draco comes into his office, his citrus blend with one spoon of sugar ready for him
  • no one can see it, but he wears bright purple socks. dumbledore once got him a whole bunch of colourful socks and well, no one likes cold feet
  • he might not wash his hair and he might wear the same clothes for days on end but he’ll be damned if his black nail polish isn’t on point.
  • for his birthday, lucius introduced him to black matte nail polish
  • his personal quarters in hogwarts are literally brimming with all sorts of plants that need very little light. only he can navigate safely through his room. a couple of them may or may not be illegal
  • some nights when he can’t sleep and is too tired to move he just lies in his bed and stares at his ceiling all night
  • because he sleeps in the dungeons and he can see the lake through his ceiling, and some of its glowing inhabitants
  • he brew opium tea once to prove he could
  • and he practices every once in a while, just to make sure he doesn’t forget
  • when exposed to sunlight for prolongued time, he actually tans really quickly
  • it’s the “get snape in the sun” part that’s hard
  • even after all those years, when he walks through the hallways, he still thinks he can hear someone calling him “snivellus” sometimes
  • he turns around each time - he can’t help himself - but there’s no one there
  • and he wonders what he would give, to go back
I know (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Fandom- Teen Wolf ———————- Warnings- smut! Pure smut! Oral (both male and female receiving)—————- Summary- When after school snacks and a movie get a little heated best friends grow to be a bit more. ——————- Authors note- Use a condoms kids. Be safe! ——————– Dreadfully grabbing your math book out of your locker, you forced yourself down the hall and into your last class of the day. You took your usual seat next to the only thing that made this class better, your best friend, Stiles Stilinski.

  “Aye, (y/n)! You ok?” Stiles looked up at you from his desk, which he had already taken.

You slowly slumped down next to him into your seat and ran your fingers through your hair to get it out of your face. “I’m fine. Just super tired and ready to go home.”

“That’s a bummer. See, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over this evening.” He responded seeming slightly upset.

You sighed. “I would love to Stiles, but I was really hoping to just rest this evening. Maybe take a nap. Could I get a rain check?”

  He looked at you sternly and said,“ We could watch Star Wars, but I mean I understand… you need your beauty rest.” You grumbled at his comment and gave him a smug look in return. Stiles chuckled. “On second thought we can do it some other time. You really do need some beauty sleep. Maybe it could fix that face.”

You punched his arm with all the strength you could muster. He laughed at your failed attempt at hurting him so you just stuck out your tongue this turned to do your work.

The class finally came to its end as the last bell of the day rang. You gathered your things and followed Stiles out of the class room. Your linked your free arm with his and asked,“ So which episode are we watching?”

He turned and smiled. “I knew you would come around. I was thinking episode 5: The Empire Strikes Back.” He dramatically put it hands into the air when he said the last part, causing you to giggle a little.

“Did I even need to ask. That one is your favorite.”

“Well, it’s undeniable that it is the best one of them all.” He retorted.

  “It’s arguable. I’m more of an episode 4 fan myself.”

He scoffed. “It’s good too, but sorry to burst your bubble, 5 is better.” He winked as you both climbed into the jeep.

“Your such a little kid sometimes…” You shook your head as he began to drive away.

Once you arrived at his house you threw your bag in the same spot in his room as it usually went when you were there, and then you went back into the living room to meet up with him. In your few minutes away Stiles began to pop some popcorn and find the DVD.

You went over to the fridge and grabbed to drinks then went back to put them on the coffee table. You grabbed a blanket and waited for him to get over to you.

He put the movie in and handed you the popcorn then snuggled up on the couch next to you. You curled up next to each other under the blanket, things had never been awkward between the two of you. You were just friends and everyone knew that, so nothing was ever weird.

You both loved the movie, even though you had seen it a thousand times.

“I don’t think you understand how much I want a lightsaber. I mean could you even imagine how much fun it would be to play with one of those.” You said not even realizing until after how wrong it all had sounded.

  “You can play with mine.” Once you both realized what you had said you just looked at each other awkwardly for a second and then you turned back to the screen.

“Listen, umm… I didn’t mean it that way. Well I did, but… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m very st-.”

You cut him off by turning and giving him a kiss. What had come over you? This was Stiles? Your best friend since you were little kids and you just kissed him! However, he did respond well. How long had it been now? You decided to pull away first.

“Wow, umm… I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to. Well I did, but…. I don’t want things to be awkward Stiles. I’m sorry.”

  He sat up and turned your head toward his, his hand gently placed on your cheek, forcing your eyes on his. “(Y/n), please don’t say that. I liked it. It doesn’t have to be awkward unless that is the way that we make it.” He took a breath. He eyed your lips and then went back to your eyes. “Just tell me when you want me to stop.”

He leaned in close and his lips found yours once more. They worked at each other in perfect synchronization. Only a moment longer before his tongue had escaped into your mouth, exploring all around.

You pulled away and smiled. “If that’s the case, then your gonna be at this for a long time.” He smiled and tried to pull you back to him but you stood up before he could reach you. You bent down to grab the remote off of the coffee table, while doing so you gave him a nice view of your butt. You turned off the tv and just as Stiles reached for you again you moved back. After a short moment of doing this he jumped and grabbed your arm. He then pushed you to the nearest wall and pinned you against it.

His mouth attacking yours again. His large hands roamed your body soon reaching your ass and giving it a squeeze he broke the kiss with a brief word,“ jump.” You complied and wrapped your legs around his waist. He began to walk you down the hall and you soon reached his bedroom. He laid you on the bed and then followed by hovering overtop of you.

He mouth moved from your lips and began to attack your neck. You moaned as he sucked around and left a mark where he pleased. Your hands wandered down and toyed with the hem of his shirt. You teased and your ruffled the fabric between your fingers but when Stiles left a gentle bit at your neck in response you smiled and slid it the rest of the way off. Yours was short to follow as Stiles left his job with your neck and slid your shirt off. His hand expertly snuck under you and slid your bra off within seconds.

He left wet kisses all around your chest and then took your right breast into his mouth as his hand began to massage the other. He then switched giving each the same treatment, leaving you growing wetter and wetter by the second. He continued up top as you slid of your shorts. He then trailed down your stomach with kisses and stopped at the hem of your panties.

He took the fabric between his teeth and slowly moved down until they were completely off your body. He slowly creeped back up leaving kisses over your thighs. He then spread your legs wide open, looked up to give you a quick glance and then leaned down. He softly kiss your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your heat. You squirmed beneath him, but he held you down. He puckered his lips and blew cool brisk air onto your dripping center. You squinted your eyes and wanted to scream. He did it and once more then whispered with his head still as close, his breath still as cool,“ Tell me what you want baby.” He kissed your inner thigh again. All you could do was moan. He tried again. “(Y/n).” He cooed. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours. I can tell by everything down here you want something. You just have to tell me what.” He whispered and made you want to scream with every word.

“Damnit Stiles. Give me everything. Anything and everything. I want you!” You couldn’t even finish before he came at you. His mouth licking a clean stripe up you made you shiver. He flicked his tongue over your clit and then sucked hard. Alternating between these two with his tongue he brought up his hand that was free from holding down your legs and pushed two fingers into your core. You moaned loudly. After a moment he then switched his fingers at your clot rubbing in harsh pressurized circles and his tongue pushing inside of you. He sucked expertly with his mouth and you soon came like a river into his mouth. He licked you clean and then came up to give you a kiss.

You kissed him quick and then flipped the two of you over to where you were on top. You slid down and removed his bulging sweat pants and boxers letting his big dick spring free. You moved back up and first licked him all around then you gently kissed his tip. He had teased you enough you though he deserved some back. You left gentle kisses all around his cock and then you finally took him all in your mouth. You bobbed your head on him and then sucked hard. You swirled your tongue along his dick with it in your mouth and rove him crazy. He moaned loud and came into your mouth. You swallowed and he laid there breathless. He closed his eyes and you came up to give him a kiss.

 He kissed you back and then you moved. He remained with his eyes closed but they sprung open as soon as you went down on him. You had lined him up and began to ride him. You bounced up and down in his dick and he moaned loud underneath you. You leaned down to kiss his chest and as you did so he flipped you two again to where he was on top. He spread your legs and began to pound into you. You closed your eyes and moaned. He moved one hand and used his thumb to roughly circle your clit. After a minute he sent you over the edge and you two came together, both for the second time that afternoon. He fell down next to you on his bed. You both breathless.

Stiles soon broke the silence and said,“ I love you.”

You turned and smiled,“ I know.”

Since he caught your reference he chuckled a little. “Would you be mine? Officially?” He asked.

“Absolutely. I love you too!” You leaned over to kiss him. Soon you both fell asleep together, a couple.

Originally posted by iwouldgiveyouthebite

Silver Spoon Pt. 2

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Angst/ Romance

A/N: (y/l/n - your last name)

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Jacksepticeye Imagine:Through the stomach- AKA Holiday Cookies with Jack!

Jack finished up his latest recording. The smell of your baking had started to fill the house an hour ago. It was driving him mad. Had he not been recording a longer playthrough video he would have joined you in the kitchen ages ago.

He walked down the hall toward the kitchen. Sugar. Vanilla. Cinnamon. Melted chocolate. Seeing as it was a few days before Christmas, he assumed you were stocking the house with holiday sweets. His stomach gurgled, and he rubbed at it.

Sometimes he swore you were trying to kill him. Because the first thing you said as he sized up the wire cooling racks of cookies he could see, was:

“Real food first.”

That was a thing with you, nowadays. A few months younger than him, you had recently experienced the downside of trying to make a meal out of sweet things. You didn’t want him to feel that sickly hideousness anytime soon. So real food. Then sweets.

Teasingly you ask:

“Do I need to get out the wooden spoon?”


You were deadly with wooden spoons and spatulas, as Mark could attest to. His knowledge came from a week spent in LA, where, over at his house for filming and you taking over the kitchen had led to an incident Jack had only heard from the couch.

Mark went into the kitchen, then there was a hurt-puppy yelp that could rival Chica. He came back out sucking on his fingers, the spot of a well-placed rubber spatula smack.

Dude. What did you mess with?” asked Jack

“I just wanted some frosting…” Mark groused, his inner seven-year-old shining through in a pout.

“Don’t mess with __________ in the kitchen. I learned that a long time ago.”

You still spoiled them both with huge chunks of cake for dessert. You weren’t heartless.

You teased once more before giving in, putting a plate with cake before Jack.

When Mark looked at you as if to say ‘where’s mine?’, You folded your arms across your chest. Fixing him with a stern look, you stated:

“Frosting thieves don’t get any of the finished product.”

You headed back into the kitchen.

You filled a cup with coffee for Jack sweetening it to his liking. You grinned at Jack’s failed attempt to stop his laughter. You smoothed your features back into sternness and went back to the boys.

You kissed Jack on the cheek and put his coffee down.

Going back, you made your own, sweetening it with vanilla creamer.

Hiding a plate behind you, you walked back.

Looking at Mark you tsked. You slid the other plate in front of him.

“You are worse than Chica. Those puppy eyes. Jeez. ”


“Hey, the real food is light. Then all the cookies you can handle.”

Grilled cheese and Creamy tomato rice soup were dished out and eaten.

You put the dishes into the sink to soak.

Jack was bouncing in his seat like Tigger. Could you really blame him? A whole plate of homemade holiday goodness was about to be his.

You placed a plate in front of him. Getting up, you fixed coffee for him and poured milk for yourself.

He couldn’t quite decide what to eat first.

Sugar cookies, with thick frosting, Chocolate crinkle cookies. Peanut Butter blossoms  Triple chocolate chip. Gingerbread and buttery shortbread. Others he couldn’t name.

You smiled as he chose one and took a bite, groaning softly.

That reaction is worth all the hard work.