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Finding Pennywise Hurt (Imagine)

Request by @taysartcorner: Could you do a headcanon or a fanfiction of Penny’s s/o finding him badly hurt? Like after the scene where he got the metal spike through his face in the movie?

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It was a regular day for you, just like any other. You walked home from another long day at work back to your house. But you were lucky enough that your workplace was only a short distance away, so there really was no need to drive and gave you a chance for some fresh air as you took the walk to and from each day. When you were halfway home, you noticed a group of kids heading towards you on bicycles. You counted 7 in total. You couldn’t tell if it was screams of joy or terror as they peddled towards you fast, nearly knocking you down when they finally passed by. They all seemed frantic with fear in that moment, you heard a few of them yelling. But you were only able to make out a few words like “Kill him,” “Georgie,” and “Fear.”

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Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None

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“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 

 "Hello?" 

 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink


Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”

Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.


a/n:  i fINISHED IT OMG YES AHAHHAHAH I AM SO WRITING THE NEXT MORNING TOMORROW MUHAHAHAHH THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH REBLOG AND LIKE IF YOU NEED HOLY WATER I HOPE ITS NOT AS BAD AS I THINK IT IS

17 “I want to make you mine, but it’s so hard to say.”
61 “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
77 “I love you.”

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Your relationship with Lip became difficult since he’s on college. The stress on his shoulders, the drinking, his family…
All this and more are the reasons that you barely see each other and the relationship is more off than on.

“Ugh..” Lip groans as he wakes up, tearing you from your thoughts. “(Y/N)?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
You should be pissed off that he spent half of the night with drinking and smoking instead of having at least sex with you.
But you can’t as big blue eyes stare at you like a lost puppy.
“Got you some painkillers.” You say while grabbing the pills and a glass of water from the night table.
“Thanks.” He mumbles and sits up next to you. “Dunno what I did to deserve you.”
“Me neither. Guess it’s the curls which makes me weak in the knees.” You chuckle quietly.
But it quickly dies as he doesn’t even smile or look at you.
“‘m serious, (Y/N). I love you.”
It’s ridiculous, after all this time your heartbeat increases like crazy and a smile spreads over your face.
“I love you too.”
Softly he puts his lips on yours, his hand finds its way to your cheek, stroking it.
“I want to make you mine, but it’s so hard to say.” He whispers.
“I’m already yours.” You respond and peck on his mouth again.
“I mean forever.”
Your eyes widen and you gasp in surprise as he takes a ring out of the jeans he’s still wearing.
“Oh..oh god, Lip. Yes, yes.” You say while he puts the ring on your finger and he flips you on the back.
“So Mrs Gallagher, how do you want to celebrate?” He smiles, nibbling on your sensitive spot on the neck.
“Mh, I’d know there one or two things.”

Imagine finding a Tiffany&Co ring box in Chris’ sock drawer.

“Do you need some help?” Chris asked as you padded around the house with the laundry basket under you arm. You rolled your eyes as a response because you knew it was a empty offer, even as he asked you, his eyes never once left the TV screen. “Because I’m more than- Go, go, go, go!” He yelled excitedly, his hands tightly clenched around the TV remote and his beer.

“It’s alright, you enjoy your little sports game.”

“If you say so.” He took his eyes off the screen for a split second to throw you a quick wink, drawing laughter from you. “I’ll do the house chores the next time Supernatural comes on,” he promised and you rolled your eyes again.

“You’re so full of it, you’d never do anything when Supernatural’s on because you watch it too.”

“Yeah but- only because you’re crazy about Jensen Ackles and I don’t want you to fall too deeply in-love with him.” You laughed at that. “Oh my God!” He groaned at the TV, throwing his hands in the air. “Seriously? C'mon!” You winced at all his hand movements, praying the beer wouldn’t spill on the couch again.

“Chris, can you please not flail your arms around when you’re holding a beer? I’m nearly done with the chores and I don’t want to add clean beer from couch to the list,” you told him and he immediately did as you had said. “Thank you,” you chuckled. “Well- I’m going upstairs to sort out our socks so if you need anything…” You trailed off, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

“Get it myself,” he recited then glanced back at you with a smile.

“You got it, Cap.” You shot him a wink and he kissed the air in front of him before turning back to the TV. “C'mon Dodge,” you beckoned your head for the playful puppy to follow you which he was more than happy to considering his best friend was too busy with the game to pay him any attention. “You can help me sort out the socks.”

Dodger ran ahead of you, his nails clicking against the hard wood floor as he scurried up the stairs. You followed him to the master bedroom and watched him jump up on the bed, circling then settling on Chris’ side. You placed the basket down on the bed next to him before walking over to the dresser. You had the lazy habit of yanking the entire drawer out so you could sit and sort rather than have to walk back and forth or stand there.

Downstairs, Chris’ brain floated back to what you said and his heart stopped in his chest. He tossed the remote to the side and plonked the beer down on the table before scrambling upstairs, calling out to you as he did. “Babe, leave the sock drawer alone!”

You stood there, mouth agape, staring at the traditional blue Tiffany&Co ring box. You swore you stopped breathing the second your eyes caught it. You gently scooped it into your hands as though you were afraid upon touching it, it’d disappear into thin air.

You had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. The two of you had already been dating for four years, you had already been living together for three, and both families had already given their seal of approval. Though there was never a proper discussion had about getting married, both you and Chris knew it was going to happen; it was just a matter of time which neither of you had a lot of considering both of your crazy schedules. This was actually the first time in six months that both of you were back home at the same time and was going to be there for a while, which was why Chris had planned to propose on Saturday night which was your fourth anniversary.

“Yeah, that’s um-” Chris leaned against the door frame, one hand against his face as he chewed on his middle finger. You turned to the door, like him, you were unable to hide your smile. “I didn’t think you’d do the socks until Sunday.”

“Is this for real?” You held up the ring box as you walked over to him. He nodded and pushed himself off the doorframe, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer to him. “Like- it’s an engagement ring and not a- a pair of diamond earrings or something, right?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “it’s an engagement ring.”

“Oh my God, yes!” You squealed and threw your arms around his neck; he quickly reciprocated the hug. “The answer is yes!” You were so excited you completely ignored the fact that he actually didn’t propose to you yet. “Oh my God, Chris.” Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled at him as you pulled back in his arms to see his gorgeous face. “Yes,” you breathed.

“You do realize I haven’t actually uttered the words ‘will you marry me?’, right?” He chuckled and you were smiling too hard to say anything. “Like I’m glad you’re saying yes but this is not at all how I imagined the proposal would go. I had a whole thing planned for Saturday. Dinner, roses, sound and lights- the works.”

“Chris, you could propose to me while I was in the bath and I’d still say yes,” you told him with a chuckle and he smiled. “I love you and I want this more than anything in the world. So- planned or unplanned proposal, the answer is yes.”

“You want this more than anything in the world?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Even more than that Oscar you’re nominated for?” He asked and you giggled. “Even more than your upcoming contract with Marvel? Even more than-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“Even more than playing Sebastian’s love interest,” you whispered and he smiled. He pecked you on the cheek then gently pushed you back and took the ring box out of your hands. “Oh my God, this is happening.” He got down on his knee, opening the blue box to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring. “This is really happening.” You took a deep breath, your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh my God.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he smiled and pulled the ring out of the box, taking your hand and slowly sliding it onto your ring finger as he continued. “Will you do me the honor of beco-” You were too excited to even let him finish.

“Yes!” You cut him off and he chuckled, sliding the ring into place. “Chris, it’s beautiful.” You told him, glancing at your ring as you helped him to his feet. “I love you so, so much.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands sliding around to the small of your back. “And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Cap.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” he smiled then pressed his lips against yours.

My hands are trembling as I’m typing this oh my god this was a show in the 1990’s and tHEY CALLED THIS BUDDY BREATHING BUT I KNOW I KNOW FOR SURE THAT’s A KISS THATS A MOTHERFUCKING KISS IN THE 1900’s BETWEEN TWO DUDES OK DO NOT DENY ME OF MY OTP

haha sorry I got caught up in the moment I just couldn’t believe this actually existed :)

What I say: Yeah, I’m fine

What I mean: NO I’M NOT FUCKING FINE! WHY ME?? MOTHER OF GOD THIS SHOULD BE PROHIBITED BY THE LAW! SEEING IN THE COURT, LITTLE BASTARD, CAUSE IF YOU, LEE JOOHEON, THINK YOU CAN DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT, JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE HIS HYUN?? NO! U CAN’T! YOU FUCKING CAN NOT!

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Catch up on Number 6 here!

Negan x wife Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C  ~ your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

Warnings ~ Negan’s glorious language, smutty smut, fluffy fluff fluffiness

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2000 words

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  Negan’s POV

  I pulled on my pants, but fuck, I couldn’t zip or button those fuckers. I was so hard from doll’s little tease.

 I glanced over to see her pulling a tee over her head. “Uh, baby girl, I could use a bit of help over here, please.”

 She finished pulling the tee on, turning towards me. “What’s up Ne?” As she began walking my way I noticed she didn’t have any pants on. Or any panties. Jesus fuck girl.

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One Shot: You and Y/F/N go to a club for your birthday and run into Lucky where things get VERY heated…

Warning: SMUTTY SMUT IS V SMUTTY.

As if on cue, the bouncer checked off our names on the list and stepped aside, opening the doors to this millionaire’s club.  The bass was shaking my body now and I avoided eye contact with the bouncer as I shuffled inside behind Y/F/N.
Holy shit.
And I mean holy shit.
The mass of people was actually ridiculous, and I held back a choke as multiple men grazed my butt in their attempts to pass us.  I could barely even see the floor.  In the flashing strobe lights I made out brick walls with various pieces of modern art, probably worth more than my tuition, casually flung on at vicarious angles.  The staircase that led to the roof was metal, and I think I could make out the bar in the back.  Yup, definitely a bar.  The whole back wall was a glass display case of every type of liquor known to man.  It was like industrial meets modern.
And I was like a deer in the headlights.  Y/F/N nudged me.  I turned to her clueless.  She shouted something, but I couldn’t hear over the deafening techno music.  “WHAT?!” I shouted.  Y/F/N came closer and put her mouth up to my ear.  “HOW DOES OUR LIL LEGAL Y/N LIKE IT?!” She screamed.
“OH IT’S AWESOME!  DID YOU SEE THAT MOB OF GIRLS OUTSIDE?! IT’S CRAZY! HOW POPULAR CAN A CLUB BE?!”
“NOT A CLUB STUPID,” Y/F/N yelled, raising her eyebrows and swaying her hips to the music.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?  WHAT…” I looked at Y/F/N who had the guiltiest and giddiest grin on her face.  
“I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE KNOWN THIS TO BE THE FAVORITE CLUB OF A CERTAIN” – a man pushed her and she hobbled on you for support – “LUCKY CELEBRITY.”
“SHUT UP!” If this was who I thought it was…
“AND SAID CELEBRITY MAY OR MAY NOT BE IN TOWN.  JK HE MOST DEFINITELY IS IN TOWN.  I DO MY RESEARCH WOMAN.”
“LUCKY BLUE SMITH IS IN THE BUILDING, I REPEAT-” I cut off Y/F/N’s rant by enveloping her in a giant hug.  
“HOLY CRAP GUYS.” Y/F/N laughed at my once again shocked expression.
I quickly grabbed Y/F/N’s hand and we started making our way towards the center of the club, aiming for the huge crystal chandelier that was dangerously swinging in the middle of the ceiling.  On the way there, a sweaty body knocked into us, forcing our hands apart, but when I looked back she was still there.  Y/F/N smiled a reassuring smile, nodding her head forward to keep me moving.  Good.  
I praised the Lord for giving me hips.  Not only because they are ‘sexy af’ (Y/F/N’s words, not mine), but turns out they’re great in forcefully knocking people out of the way through crowds that keep getting denser.  I started to feel sweat from other bodies slick itself onto my skin and I tried not to gag, but we were so close.  Eh, close enough.  
I stopped suddenly.  This seemed like a good spot.  And it would have to be.  Because a semi-circle of tall, buff men all had their backs towards me, and they did not look like they were going to be swayed aside with the force of curves alone.  As a plus, their blockade created a little more space.  
“HOW’S THIS?” I shouted and turned to find –
Strangers.  No Y/F/N.  Shit where did she go?!  I used my height to scan over some of the people, but from the top they all looked the same.  This honestly would happen.  Great.  Maybe she’d find me? It felt like I’d been waiting for 10 minutes when in reality it was probably just 1, when I saw her.  With a guy.  Oh woah, literally with a guy, he looked like he was viciously attacking her neck and by the way she leaned into him with her head back I could tell she was enjoying it.   At least, hopefully.  Should I go over there?  Eh, she can handle herself.  I’ll just keep watch over here.  
A little self-conscious without the girls next to me, I started just swaying my hips a little and nodding to the music.  But then the jam came on.  And it wasn’t as if anybody was watching anyways.
I ain’t got no type
Bad bitches is the only thing that I like

“YOU AIN’T GOT NO LIFE, CUPS WITH ICE AND WE DO THIS EVERY NIGHT” I started screaming the words as I felt myself let go, running my hands over my body and letting my hair fall into my face.  And I didn’t even drink a sip of alcohol.  
“Mm, and what’s your name gorgeous?” hot breath suddenly fanned against my neck as hands from behind grasped my hips and pulled me into the stranger’s toned front.  Hard.  I looked down and noticed several rings on this creepers’ fingers.  What the fuck?  I attempted to get out of his grasp, but he was strong.  Really strong.  I turned around and cringed as my backside rubbed against his front, hearing him let out a low grunt at the action.
“Get off me! I have a-” I stopped mid-sentence when I came face to face with the man I’d never thought I’d actually see.  The man I’d spent hours fantasizing about with my crazy roommate.  “You’re- What?” I managed to breathe out.  This couldn’t be right.  But the crystal blue eyes, pouty lips, and bleached hair were right in front of me.  Too close actually where I could spot several light freckles along his cheeks.  Fuck.  He was real.  And taller in person.  I became hyper aware of his hands sliding lower down my back and the fact that my front was now touching his, erm, front.
“You were saying.” He smirked, a smirk tainting his cheek as he clearly knew that I knew of him.  How do I respond in a situation like this?? How does anyone respond in a situation with Lucky Blue Smith?? I gulped and hoped it wasn’t visible.  
“I’m here with friends.”  I choked out.  Why would he need to know that?  Fucking smooth one.
He looked behind my shoulders quickly before his blue eyes bore back into mine, amusement clearly written on his face.  “It didn’t look like it to me,” he said.  His husky voice sent shivers down my spine, but I tried to stifle my reaction.  HOW THE FUCK DO I STIFLE MY REACTION TO LUCKY BLUE SMITH.
I coughed slightly.  “She’s, uh, she’s here.  It’s my birthday.”  This was mortifying.  I squealed a little as his large hands squeezed my ass.  “What are you-?”
“You never answered my question.” His lips twitched as he observed my complete floundering.  If his face wasn’t this perfect than we wouldn’t be having this problem.  My eyes roamed down his face, to the strong veins in his neck, and to the dip of golden skin the white button down revealed.  It looked delicious, so kissable.  I wonder what he tastes like….  He interrupted my staring by lifting my jaw up with one hand.  I felt myself blush in his gentle grip.  What had he asked?  Name?
“Y/N.”  Something flashed in his eyes, his features darkening slightly.  Or maybe that was the lighting.
“You have the most beautiful green eyes, Y/N.” He spoke lowly, like a tiger to its prey.  
And I was the fucking bunny.  
My heart rate accelerated as he brought his plump lips to the corners of my mouth, dragging them teasingly to the bottom of my ear, where he lightly bit.
“Fucking perfect body,” he was barely speaking, the low tone making me weak.  He dipped his head lower beneath my jaw and placed a hot kiss there.  I inhaled sharply as he started to painfully suck on the tender skin, and my hands instinctually tangled themselves in his thick hair.  His teeth grazed me and I groaned when he licked a cool stripe over the probably already developed marking.  Just when I was about to tug him closer, he pulled away.  I didn’t even try to hide the disappointment on my face.  Why had he-
“How old are you baby?” He licked his lower lip and I felt heat pool uncomfortably beneath my dress.  Was it bad I was this turned on??  He became impatient with my silence and started to roughly knead my cheeks.  I swore he chuckled as I desperately fought to stifle a moan.  No, no it wasn’t.
“Eighteen.”
“Good, I like them older.”  He smirked as my jaw fell open and he roughly took my hand, leading me through the crowd.  The intimidating men from earlier had made a path for him and spoke something into a Bluetooth.  I was beyond confused.  Where was he taking me?  I looked at his firm masculine hands enveloping my smaller ones in their strong grip.  Did I honestly care?  
Spend it how I like, sinnin’ every night.  
Push-start the whip, brought it strait to life.

The club was rushing past me, and it was bigger than I thought.  We received multiple jealous stares as he quickly dragged me through the VIP section and down several hallways before coming to a stop before a door.  I had no idea where I was.  
“Where are we going?”  I asked, slightly out of breath.  I hoped he didn’t notice.
“To my car,” he didn’t hesitate as he smoothly opened the door, releasing my hand, but quickly placing it on the small of my back.  
Well shit.
The infamous black range rover was parked right outside, hidden in one of the back alleyways.  
“Handy,” I said.  Handy?!  Honestly?!  I felt my cheeks heat up again and I cursed whatever idiot was taking over my body the one time I needed to be collected.
“You have no idea.”  He ran a hand through his hair with a cocky crooked smile as if it was the most casual thing in the world to look that beautiful, and his t-shirt lifted a little as he raised his arm, revealing his toned abs and, oh god, a little bit of his happy trail.  My stomach tied itself in knots.  I really wanted to fucking touch him.  
His keys were already in one hand and he unlocked the car.  I stayed frozen in place.  He looked at me curiously and then with amusement, slowly walked closer to me, slowly, ever so slowly.  God I was aching for him.  And he could tell.
He stopped just mere inches from my face, nose almost resting on mine.  “Do have any idea how much I want you right now Y/N?”  He pressed himself into me and it was the first time I felt the hard outline of his cock.  He groaned and tossed his head back as he lightly ground himself into me.  “How hard you got me by shaking that perky ass of yours?  You were such a fucking tease,” he hissed the last word as he did a particularly hard thrust.  I felt his hardness twitch against my throbbing center and the rough fabric of his black jeans was only adding to the hot friction.  Holy shit.  
I finally released the moan I’d been forcing down and at that he growled.  Roughly shoving me against the car, I wrapped my legs around his lean torso as he grabbed the ends of the dress and forced the material up to my waist. “I bet you taste so sweet, don’t you baby-girl, just like your fucking mouth.”    He crashed his lips onto mine, battling for dominance until I submitted, his tongue asking for entrance that I more than willingly gave.  My hands met his hair again.  His oxygen was mine and mine was his.  My breath hitched as my underwear was suddenly thrown to the side, the cool air from outside reaching the place I needed him most.  He swiped two course fingers along my wet folds, and I whimpered as he brushed past my clit.
“Fuck me you’re drenched,” his voice was raspy as he continued to teasingly swipe up and down, squeezing my clit before circling the bundle of nerves.  He didn’t even try to hide his smug smirk as my eyes rolled back.  The familiar tingle of warmth was already starting to grow in my stomach.  He was good.  “And who made you this wet Y/N?  Who did this to you?” he demanded.  His actions sped up to unbearable pace when I didn’t reply, my legs beginning to shake at the intensity of feeling.  “You-you d-did, oh my God,” I moaned, throwing my head back.  I gasped as he slipped a long finger into my center, the cool metal from the ring heightening my sensitivity as he slowly started pumping it in and out.  “You’re so fucking tight baby.”  He moaned and muffled my scream with his lips as he added another finger, hitting a spot I didn’t even knew existed and increasing the pace to the point where all I saw and felt was white-heat.  The only sound was the smacking of our lips and the sound of my wet sex.  I was close.  I broke from our kiss and somehow formed words.  “I’m g-gonna cu-um Lucky.”  
He froze and pulled his fingers out.  
“What the hell?” I seethed.   Sure this may be Lucky Blue Smith, living breathing sex god, but you don’t leave a girl hanging.  He rose his eyebrows in amusement at my wild hair and flushed appearance.  He chuckled.  “You’re cute when you’re angry.”  
“Well I’m a firm believer in ‘finish what you started.’”
I tried to shove him, but his grip around my waist only tightened, a smirk on his face as he tauntingly rose his fingers in between us.  Fuck.  The light reflected off the liquid that was dripping down his fingers.  
“Oh I intend to.”  He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking, and I was mesmerized as I watch him taste my juices.  He pulled them out with a moan, eyes fixed upon mine.  “God, I can’t wait to properly taste you.”  My center was painfully throbbing again and I swallowed as he effortlessly picked me up, opened the car door, and threw me down on the back seats.
His head lowered in between my thighs, leaving wet kisses first below my knee, then teasingly dragging his jawline up and down my inner thighs.  “Prettiest pussy,” he muttered.  I tried closing my thighs to gain some sort of friction, but his hands kept them in place and locked them down.
“Lucky,” I whined.  He shot his head up to look at me, ocean-cool eyes piecing my thoughts, knowing what I wanted, what I needed.  
“Tell me what you want baby,” he said softly, his breath hitting my center.  I blushed furiously at his words.  This was the most vulnerable I’d felt in a long time.
“You know what I want,” I muttered.  His eyes darkened and his grip on my thighs tightened.  “Y/N,” he said lowly, “tell me what you fucking want and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”  I opened my mouth to speak, but looked away in embarrassment instead.  Why was he doing this?
“Hey,” his voice softened and his long arm reached over to turn my head, “Look at me beautiful.  I need you to look at me.” He dropped his hand from my jaw and entwined it with my hand that was clutching the leather seat with white knuckles.  He ran soothing circles on it, as he kissed up my thighs for the second time, leaving open-mouthed kisses as his blue eyes held mine.  “So beautiful,” he muttered in between kisses.  He hovered over my sex, breath hitting it, and I took a deep breath before squeezing his hand.  He didn’t need much more encouragement.  
He licked a long stripe down my sex before nibbling down on my most sensitive nub.  
“Fuck,” I moaned.  He paused, looked at me for a moment, then took a deep breathe.
Burying himself inside of me, his tongue delved in and out almost faster than his fingers.  The plush feeling of his lips lightly sucking around me gave me shivers and his nose repetitively hit my clit.
“Mm Lucky,” I whined, I was close, again.
He raised his other hand from my thigh to grab my breast, squeezing and kneading it, making my nipples harden with pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, “L-lucky I’m c-close.”
He turned his attention to my clit, swirling his tongue around over my oversensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently before biting down and then I lost it, shouting his name.  My toes curled from the insane pleasure that shot from my center throughout my whole body, and I continued to jerk as Lucky licked me clean.    
“Like a cupcake.”  He licked his lips as I lay there completely spent, and I heard him hum before he leaned over the seat.  He hovered over my body for a moment, observing my face before leaning down to give me a long kiss.  I taste myself on his tongue and I couldn’t help the moan I released into his mouth.  Leaning lower to deepen the kiss, I felt his hard length straining against the fabric and when I glanced down it looked painful.  
“Oops,” I let out a light laugh as I reached my hands down to try and undo the button, but his hands stopped me.  I looked up at him in confusion, but he just smiled, lightly shaking his head.  
“Tonight isn’t about me remember?”  He ducked his head and peppered small kisses along my chest.
“What do you mean?” I whispered, my voice lowering at the feeling of his affection.
He looked at me with a disbelieving face and broke into a genuine smile.
“Happy Birthday Y/N.”
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“Oh my gosh there you are!  We were about to call the cops where the hell have you been?!” Y/F/N shouted, anger and relief both present on her face.  She was waiting outside the club, cell phone in hand, and practically tackled me for the third time that day when I stepped outside.  
“Honestly, I searched everywhere, I’m sorry we got separated…” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she gave me a sheepish look.  If only she knew.
“Okay, I have to tell you something.  You’re probably not going to believe me.”
And for some reason the only thing I could think of in that moment was
Damn.  I never saw him naked.

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Making Big Brother Proud

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Title: Making Big Brother Proud

Characters: Lucifer x Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1,609

Warnings: swearing? Fluff?

A/N: WE’RE BACK IN BUSINESS!!! Satan Sunday is here!! This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this!  I love you all so much!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!

You were the youngest angel out of you, Lucifer, Gabriel, Castiel, and Balthazar.  Being the little sister was tough.  You wanted to make your brothers proud, but Lucifer was the hardest to please.  He was the brother you loved the most; he was the one you craved approval from the most.  As time went on, approval from your other brothers didn’t cut it.  All you wanted to do was prove to Lucifer that you had potential.

Crowley took over hell, which upset your oldest brother Lucifer.  Your first order of business was taking hell back from Crowley.  Which meant Crowley had to go.  You wouldn’t torture him like Lucifer did.  You had another idea that would torture Crowley just as much.  He was to be demoted back to a crossroad demon.  It would keep him away from hell most of the time.  He would still have to report to you.

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Title: By Choice (Part One)
Word Count: 5.5K+
Pairing: Kurt Wagner x Female Reader
Summary: Kurt meets someone that makes him realize he’s the only one who can be in charge of his own life, and [Y/N] meets someone that makes her feel she’s the most special person in the world.  
Warnings: None except the tiniest mention of the origin of Kurt’s scars.
A/N: Oh man… this was supposed to be a 2K words story at most but I went overboard, like… really bad, and now I had to split it up in parts. It’s my first story here and I’m freaking out, because it’s a little all over the place. So, if you can tell me what you think about it it would be awesome! Also, English is my second language, so forgive me if I make mistakes (and point them out if you want to, I love learning). As the story progresses, it will include some headcanons [x x x] (or variations of them) that I sent to @shayara. Also, the summary isn’t just for Part One, it’s for the whole story.


It was no secret that Kurt Wagner’s life hadn’t been an easy one. As a child– even though there were many things he just couldn’t remember anymore– he had been despised by the community he should’ve been a part of, who believed him to be a demon that was supposed to be to feared. It hadn’t been easy to spend so much time hiding, terrified of what people would do to him if they ever found out where he was.

But hard as it had been– and by what he swore was the will of God– his life had been blessed by the circus. The circus was the biggest, most important part of Kurt’s life. In there, he found a family: people who accepted him and treated him as their equal. In the circus, he shone. He was The Incredible Nightcrawler, the best acrobat they had ever seen. People admired him and his unbelievable talent for acrobatics– even if they didn’t know that the way he looked on every performance wasn’t a costume, but his own flesh. And yet it didn’t matter, because to Kurt, hiding his true self was worth it when he saw the excited faces of the audience every time he performed.

However, it hadn’t been all good moments that would turn into happy memories. The scars he had inflicted on his own skin were a testament of that. 

One for every sin.

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