holes in flesh

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last updated ☞ 9.03.17

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Visceral - Ch. 1

Kim Junmyeon/Reader
Word Count: 4,627

“Stop staring at the new kid!”

“He’s hardly new, he’s been here since the start of the year!” You hiss back. Jangmi rolls her eyes at you and stuffs more food in her mouth.

“Why do you keep looking at him anyway?” she asks making you wince at her full mouth. “Is it because he is good looking and you have a crush?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so” you sigh. “He just looks interesting I guess,” you mumble back.

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Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats Part 2

“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup.

Request: @anna1012131

Summary: The Reader and Negan’s budding relationship puts her loyalty to her family to the test.

Characters: The Reader, Negan

POV: Second Person

Warnings: smut, but nothing too heavy

Collecting Hearts and Lobster Coats 2

Negan’s trucks pulled away from Alexandria, your eyes closed and you sighed happily. Marijuana. It was like you were high when he was around. His eyes, dark and longing were like special brownies made just for you to devour. He made you forget, he took you to a brilliant world, beyond walkers and death and the monster that was life. Negan found a way to make you smile, even though he was the one who caused you pain. He just made you forget that. As soon as you remembered that your father would be looking for you, you sat up, abruptly. There was a knock at your door and panic swept across your face.

“Ca-c’mon in.” The door opened and there stood a very angry Rick Grimes.

“Y/N Grimes. I am so ashamed of you.” Eyes bulging out of your head you sat in surprise. “I walk up here to ask you to take care of Judith and I find my daughter in bed with Negan.” You stuttered, trying to make an excuse for what you had done. Make an excuse for the way you betrayed him and everyone you loved.


“How could you fucking do that? How could you fucking do that to your family? What the hell were you thinking?” His words started to burn holes in your brain, causing tears to ripple down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“That’s not good enough. Answer me! Now, right now I want to know why you’re fucking around as his whore.” You gasped. He had never said anything like that to you before.

“I am not a whore!” You spat at him and ran out the door.

“Y/N, y/n. That’s not what I meant.” You turned around and pushed him away.

“No, that is what you meant!” Running down the stairs you grabbed your jacket and a hand grabbed your arm.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” You yanked your arm away from his grasp and ran out the door, straight for the wall. You knew from the house it just looked like you were going to stay with Rosita, as you always did when you were upset, but you were leaving for good. You were going to take Negan up on his offer. Sure you were going to miss everyone, but you couldn’t live with a man who called his own daughter a whore. Using your usual strategy, you climbed the wall, not caring if anyone saw you or knew what happened with your dad. As soon as you hurdled the wall you ran as fast as you could, only stopping to kill a walker or two before you knew you were close to the Sanctuary. After Carl got into the Sanctuary he was able to give you all a detailed summary of the directions.

Soon the sun was falling and you could taste your own sweat trickling into the corners of your mouth. Smoke danced high above the ferocious walkers, clawing for the salty dirt covered skin on your aching, tired bones.

“Who’s there?” You froze and put your arms in the air.

“I’m here to see Negan.” The man who spotted you smirked, his long walrus mustache peaking on the right side of his face.

“Alzando, go tell Negan we have him a very special visitor.”

Simon escorted you to Negan’s room and left you alone at his door with nothing to say, no good reason why you were at his door and not Rosita’s. You heard yourself knock gently on his door anyway. As soon as it opened you were greeted by a very cocky Negan.

“Kitty, I knew you couldn’t pass up my offer.” Before you could think you broke down, sobbing.

“I-my-my dad-” Your words came out hysterical and he brought you to his chest, pulling you into his room.

“Alright kitty, calm down. What happened?” You vigorously wiped your tears from your eyes.

“I-I-I-da-Ne-ne-negan-” Negan tightened his hold on you, picking you up off the floor and putting you on the bed. The whole way he was muttering curse words, saying that he’d kill the person who made you sad. He kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your hands and stroking your palms with his thumbs.

“Kitty, I can’t understand you. I need you to stop fucking hyperventilating and tell me who did this to you. I need to know so Lucille can bash the fucking life out of the motherfucking pussy.” You tried to slow your breathing, but failed.

“Ne-ne-ne-negan-p-ple-please-j-jus-just-h-ho-hold-m-me.” He was furious.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not, I need to know what dumbfuck bastard did this to you. Now, I fucking need you to fucking tell me.” You continued to sob, angrily pushing his hands away from yours, moving towards the door. “Kitty, please don’t. I’ll lay with you, okay. I’ll hold you just come here. Before you could yell at him he picked you up and put you back on the bed. That was it, everything melted away under his touch. He mended the wound in your heart and invited you into a deep haze, a fog of gentle peace. After a few minutes of him spooning you into his chest you finally regained your spirits and your breath.

“He called me a whore.”

“What?” You shifted to face him.

“My dad, he called me a whore.” Negan grunted angrily.

“That motherfu-”

“No. Just kiss me. I don’t want to think about him or anything, please.” His features softened as he processed the desperate look on your face.

“But, kit-” You put a finger over his lips.

“Just make me forget.” He kissed you. Immediately his tongue melded with yours, sweetened honey mixing with the soft surface of flan drizzled with sweet syrup. His hands slipped down your back, then moving back up your shirt caressed your stomach with blazing fingertips. His kisses, hungry became rough and desperate, both of you clawing to each other for more naked skin. Drawing his hands upwards he grabbed your breasts, grasping them with all of his hands. While he was preoccupied with your chest you took the chance to find his neck, trailing sloppy kisses to his collar where you suckled his skin in delight. He groaned, resting his chin on your head, burying his nose into your hair.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” He growled. You giggle in response, your warm breath now fanning over his ear.

“Then fuck me.” Negan moved at the speed of light, picking you up by your waist and throwing you down on the bed underneath him. You grabbed the hem of your blouse, but before you could life it over your head it was torn off you, the buttons flying everywhere. “Negan! This is my favor-” He cut you off by painting a tender stripe up your stomach.

“You said, “fuck”, kitty.” You squirmed, your panties becoming even more soaked then they were. Negan moved down, in between your legs and pulled your pants down. Yanking them off your feet you sat up and unhooked your bra, letting it pool on your bare legs. Negan looked up to see your boobs and smiled. “Now, this is what I fucking live for.” He cupped them in his hand, wasting no time to marvel them with just his eyes. You laid back as he began to knead your breasts, his tongue all too slowly making their way to your nipples to lick the sweet little buds. You moaned, your eyes rolled back in your head and your arched chest pushing his lapping lips against your raw skin. One hand gripped the bed as the other was buried deep inside his ruffled hair, forcing his face into your body. You already felt yourself becoming a sweaty mess, but didn’t care.

“Just fuck me already.” He responded by forcing his body to the other side of the bed, away from you. You whined at the loss of touch.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He was stalking you with black eyes of lust and a electric smirk. He was magnetic, you would do anything he said just to feel him on your body.

“Touch me.” He chuckled, crawling over to you.

“Excuse me, but I don’t think I understand you, kitty. Might want to speak a little louder, use my name. I don’t hear little girls unless they dress me right.” You groaned, feeling a wave of lust ripple through your lower stomach.

“I want you to fuck me daddy.” He crawled over top of you and sat between your legs. He took off his shirt for a brief second before going back to torturing you.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me daddy?” He unbuckled his pants and started to peel them off.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want you to fuck me Daddy!” He chuckled and placed his hands on your waist.

“Now that, kitty is what I fucking wanted to hear.” You giggle and he yanked your panties off your body. He threw them some where in the room and crashed his lips against yours again. You felt his boner against your stomach, burning a hole of desire in your flesh.

“Take them off already.” You complained, tugging his briefs down. He chuckled and took them off, releasing the beast. You blushed, remembering the first time he fucked you.You were terrified at his size. You had no idea how he was supposed to fit in you, and he didn’t. The next day you had to tell everyone you pulled a muscle when you could barely walk. It was worth it though, it got easier every time and he brought out a side of you that you didn’t know existed. Negan gripped your waist and growled in your ear.

“Turn around.” You giggled, resting on your hands and knees, shaking your ass in his face. He grabbed your face under your jaw with one hand and oh, so gently dragging his big, long cock up your slit. The teasing stopped, just as he wanted it to, but now you were the one feeling edged. You moaned, pressing your hips back into him, trying to get him inside you, but he refused.

“Daddy, just get inside me. What are you doing?” He grabbed your waist again and held your hips still. Licking a stripe up your sweet bud you gasped.

“Only good girls get daddy’s cock.” You whined, bucking your hips against him as his hot breath fanned your twitching clit. He chuckled.

“Daddy, please, I need you.” You squeezed your butt-cheeks together, providing a very little bit of stimulation. Suddenly you felt the sting. Negan slapped your cheek.

“Uh, uh, uh, bad girl. Only daddy can touch your pussy, kitty. Only daddy is allowed to pleasure you.” You smirked. This was your ticket in, tease him and he’d pound you like a hammer. You looked over your shoulder with a smile and laid back on your back once again. Negan looked confused as you put your fingers in your mouth and rapidly thrusted them into your core. Already soaking wet, your entrance was easy and you could already feel yourself getting off. You looked back up to Negan’s face to see him in some kind of mesmerized fury. It was like he wanted to watch you get off, but he wanted to do it himself. You took the chance to slid your hand out of your core and over the precious little button that made all your dreams come true. You moaned, already shaking at the touch. You usually didn’t get off this easy, but while he was watching you your body was aflame. Your breathing was getting shorter, more urgent and hyperactive as you rubbed quick little circles over your favorite part of your body.

“NO.” Negan’s voice took you out of your trance when he slammed himself into you, blessing your pussy with his huge cock. He leaned down, kissing you feverishly as he slammed into your tight little hole over and over again, wildly. His primal urges became too much for you as he left hickies painted on your skin like freckles on a little red-head girls cheeks. You whined and screamed, gripping the bedsheets as his moans set you off.

“Negan, uh, uh, uh, Negan.” His hips, slapping against yours were loud, but not as loud as the sound of his cock spanking your dripping core, making your wetness splash everywhere. Soon his thrusts were getting sloppier, his body was getting weak against your own. He buried his head in your shoulder and groaned against your sweaty skin. A fluttery feeling passed in your stomach and you knew that it was coming. Negan knew you were close too, speeding up his thrusts to send you over the edge. He licked down to your nipples, biting at the sensitive flesh. The sensation was like licking chocolate cake off of your fingers, but never getting to actually eat the cake. And you really wanted that cake. You grabbed his chin and pulled him back up to your lips, kissing him feverishly. In one last swoop Negan drew his free hand from behind your head and rubbed you clit. The nerves were sent over the edge and you felt yourself clench around his form. “OH, NEGAN! UHH, UGH, UHH, OOOOO!” Soon he followed, unwinding in your core. He road out his high, a string of incoherent curse words erupting from his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sexy ass little pussy, cunt so fucking tight. Mother fucking shit, fuck, fuck, fucking, fuckity fuck.” He collapsed against you and you laid there, panting, gasping for breath. When you finally caught your breath you smirked at him and grabbed his ass.

“Well, that was a good fucking fuck.”

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

anonymous asked:

WAIT if dan changes his icon, we lose the earrings

i guess im just gonna have to stab some holes in his flesh and take a pic for yall

when i die i hope no one who ever hurt me cries, and if they cry i hope their eyes fall out
and a million maggots that had made up their brains, crawl from the empty holes and devour the flesh, that covered the evil that passed itself off as a person, that i probably tried, to love
—  Nikki Giovanni
The Beginning Of The End: Feeling Him

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Characters: Y/n, Derek

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (MALE!READER)

Warnings: Smut, pure smut. Unprotected sex, blowjob, fingering, choking kink, biting kink. 

Word count: 1272

Summary: Derek experiences all of Y/n.

This will all be Derek Hale x Male!Reader

A/N: 5th part of this miniseries!! These will be kinda short stuff, where it’s each part rewritten in Derek’s POV, but there will be some stuff that you won’t have known as well. So…yea! Hope u like it!!

P.S. If u wanna be tagged in anything, send me an ask and I’ll add u!!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@chelsea072498@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@crackedclown@kumaartz@sinceriouslyamellpadalecki@mogaruke


The Beginning Of The End Masterlist

The night was…god, it was the best night of my life.

The date was enough to make me smile for weeks.

But then, he invited me in, letting me hold him as I carried him to the bedroom.

I could literally smell our lust filling the entire house, our scents combining.

It was heavenly.

Of course, I’d had sex before.

And while the women let off lust too, it was never appealing.

Not like this.

The scent of y/n was driving me mad.

And I could tell, he loved it too.

Even if he couldn’t smell it, the atmosphere was getting to him.

He was desperate.

Really desperate.

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anonymous asked:

Ooo for the "tigerstar has descendants in every clan au" who do you think the mothers of the wind and sky kits could be?

hmmm. that’s an excellent question…

I’m not sure about skyclan, bc in this situation we’d have to have either tigerstar travel to where skyclan is, or be in an au where skyclan was never banished in the first place, both of which would dramatically alter the timeline and the cats in skyclan while tigerstar was alive. So I really can’t say.

As for WindClan, hmm lemme look at my Darkest Hour allegiances to get an idea on who was in windclan at the time… we have Ashfoot, Morningflower, and Whitetail listed as queens. Morningflower and Ashfoot are siblings (with Onestar too, apparently) according to the wiki, and if I remember right Morningflower was a queen when Brokenstar drove out WindClan, so she and Ashfoot would probably be of a similar enough age to Tigerstar. Whitetail is Onestar’s mate, and Heathertail’s mother. Ashfoot is also Crowfeather’s mother. 

I’m gonna say… Ashfoot. It’d be interesting having another one of the journeying cats (crow in this case) have a half-brother that’s Tigerstar’s son. Also, Tigerstar killed Gorsepaw, Morningflower’s son. What if Ashfoot saw that while pregnant with Tigerstar’s kits? Imagine how betrayed she’d feel, her mate just killed her sister’s son (that sounds like some classic Erin Hunter drama). Soon after, she takes Deadfoot as a mate instead, and then we have crow. 

One of several of Bill’s god forms. This one has no real connection to any earthen religion and is more of an in-between form, a transitionary phase that would only appear for a scant few second before man turns into massive monster. It’s easier to manifest than the big God form so it was also used as Bill’s power was slowly dwindling out of our world.

Yes his feet are backwards. That was a hallmark of the God Xolotl; backwards feet and a dog head. This lacks the dog head, but not the rear-facing feet. They swivel around for convenience.

His bones are black holes and his flesh is made of galaxies he’s absorbed, eaten and destroyed.

Perfect Imperfections

Requests: “Can I get a Klaus and reader where the reader is plus size and Klaus says she’s his mate.”

It was really nice to get out of the house since all you did lately was sit inside with the door locked. The outside world started to scare you, you had missed three days of your senior year in high school just because your own paranoia would settle down. But after you went to a party and danced with a guy, you found out that strangers just weren’t your thing. Especially when the guy you danced with wanted to get with you in the bedroom upstairs. You learned then that you weren’t quite ready for sex and that you tried to get away from this man.

But he held your wrist with an iron grip and a wide grin across his lips. He started kissing your wrist and his lips eventually made their way up to your neck where he breathed in your scent and pulled your shirt back to reveal your shoulder. You felt so scared and vulnerable. Before you knew it, you were whimpering in pain when he pushed his teeth deep into your flesh and pulled away, a hint of your blood on his lips and two neat holes in your flesh. Without explanation, he smiled and left you alone with a wound in your shoulder that you couldn’t wrap up until you left the party.

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Messy hearts plastered
across concrete skies.
Breathing in the sun
like a risky inhalant
until our lungs burned
as hot as my throat
and as bright as your
eyes after a few sips
of borrowed alcohol.

Glaring at the milky way
and seeing nothing but
unapologetic “I love you’s”
and meteor collisions that
only mirrored ourselves.

Never meant to be on earth,
clawing and gasping, but far
out into the universe where its
expanse could provide refuge
for a love that does nothing but
consume. Forming from the husks
new stars that would paint our
names across a pitch black canvas
out of the blood and teary-eyed
specks of gin and halogen.

Until we became something more,
something ethereal and unable to
be constrained and it burned holes
in our flesh making us indefinite.

This is our only legacy.
Heavenly bodies in a cold lonely retrograde.

- I.S.

The Fire Around Us

Inspired by @littleblackchat and her WWII Au Art (click right there and it will take you to her art! Send her lots of love!!)

His father thought that he was in England, working as a translator… His father thought he was far away from the fight. Little did he know that his son was in the forefront of the fight… Feeling the heat of every grenade, hearing the crying of a dying man and listening to every gunshot that was fired every minute. He prayed for it to stop, he wished that this war would stop. But it seemed to drag on, day after day, year after year… he had been fighting Nazi’s for three years now and it’s a miracle he lasted so long.

“ADRIEN! HELP ME!” A painfilled voice echoed through the war zone. A voice that Adrien knew from his home town, it was a voice that was there with him when he joined the army. It was Nino.

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jecook  asked:

Hey so idk if you've seen any stuff for Outlast 2 but I've been playing it (not done yet) and the monster the guy keeps seeing gives me some serious Oculus vibes. :P

Me and my best friend have been watching markiplier play It!

I was actually writing, and she was watching it beside me, when she started screaming “CRAIG! THERE’S A CRAIG! DO YOU SEE HIM??”

So every time he shows up now i just go “Craaaaaaaaaaaig” and gently touch the screen. it’s impossible to get scared because I just wanna boop his rotting little flesh hole of a nose.