i like all his pants all the time )):

Baseball (M)

(I can’t get over baseball Jungkook so I had to write something)

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

╳ Genre: smut | One shot

╳ Summary: You hated being dragged to baseball games because your best friends boyfriend was on the team. But maybe this time wasn’t going to be so bad.


“You know I hate baseball” You said, your arm being dragged as your friend pulled you across your lawn.

“Yes, and basically any sport” Your friend Rylee said, unlocking her car door. “But today is his big game and I really want you to come along!”

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The types and what I think of them based on what I've seen from my friends(and probably a little insulting)

~as an INTJ

INTP
- quiet
- can make a bitch face that makes you cry
- probably thinks u stupid
- says that MBTI is shit
- fashionista
- has an ENFP friend(“ENFP no!”)
- savage
- that friend who has ultra weird ideas when drunk
- probably most adorable smile on earth
- smart
- most of the time just rising eyebrows and blinking

ENTJ
- bossy af
- prima ballerina
- she is beauty she is grace
- she will punch you in da face
- always in warm socks
- also an actress
- knows how to build things
- basically good at everything
- will shout at you if you do something wrong
- probably slept with almost all male friends

ENTP
- a n n o y i n g AF
- never shuts up
- meme queen
- so loud
- not funny jokes
- make up queen
- at least smart
- thinks she’s better than you(and maybe she is)
- if you take a sip from her mug u die
- has an ENFP slave
- kinda selfish
- another fashionista
- if she laughs the whole room laughs with her
- soooo much self confidence wow

INFP
- THAT SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE
- garbage lord
- writer buddy
- has ton of OC’s AND GAY SHIPS
- cannot into decisions
- junky food
- understands(really)
- don’t like loud people
- constant lala land
- savage without even noticing
- 4w5
- has 8 minute long video of herself eating french fries on her phone
- impressive self control
- cute laugh
- cute
- the best person to rant with

ENFP
- can’t stay in one place for a minute
- suddenly disappears in a middle of a party
- daydreaming a lot
- cheerful
- likes to drink A LOT
- too many friends
- nice for everyone ugh
- that laugh which sounds like a puppy riding a pink bicycle in a tuxedo
- can bring ENTP back to earth

ENFJ
- mom friend
- has too many friends HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE
- gonna steal your friends without even noticing
- likes fancy drinks and kitschy things
- obsessed with doggos
- sudden outbursts of anger
- hypochondriac
- really anxious when driving
- doesn’t understand a concept of a personal space

ISTJ
- another bitch face
- can rise one eyebrow HOW U DO DIS?????
- doesn’t understand memes
- smart
- lack of self confidence
- secretly hates u
- wears comfy clothes but looks so good
- has a lot of savings but hardly ever uses them
- they knows better ok? don’t even try to tell them that they are wrong
- don’t particularly like pets
- perfect teeth
- so so so smart once again
- sometimes are rather calm but sometimes… don’t ask

ESTJ
- that kid who asks too many questions during your presentation
- constant bitch face
- hot
- stingy
- falls asleep during parties
- a rant person
- bossy
- hard working
- teachers like her

ESFJ
- will help you EVEN WHEN YOU HAVENT ASKED FOR HELP
- has a lot of friends
- drinks a lot
- hard-working
- daddy’s little princess/mama’s boy
- assertive
- smoking a lot
- tells everyone what to do

ISTP
- white Kanye West
- would kill u if u did something with his shoes
- likes weird electronic genres of music I can’t even name
- on 9gag all the time
- knows all memes
- League of Legends pro player
- can make funny faces
- looks like he was angry
- black humor(especially likes jokes about Jews)
- awkward silence gains a whole new meaning

ESFP
- the whitest person I know
- “what do u meat it was sexist?? it was funny!!!!”
- only wears yellow pants
- likes PE teacher probably a little too much
- can’t find a girlfriend
- will massage your feet if u don’t watch them properly
- has stupid ideas
- likes basically every person
- drinks wine at parties even though he says that true man should drink only vodka
- don’t know when someone is mean to him

ESTP
- loud
- hey lets go to the another city and get drunk!!! because why not
- class clown
- talks about her life too much like seriously
- and also about various secretions of her body
- probably gonna end up in jail
- smart and stupid at the same time
- lazy
- has problems with concentration
- talkative
- has problems with self-esteem which she covers acting out like a douche

Don’t take this personally lol
Guilty Pleasure {BBH} (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him? // Requested

Genre: Smut / Angst / Fluff all of the above??

Word Count: 2,432 (possible series?????? three parts at max tho I’m a busy lady)

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

“C’mon, you can’t say you haven’t thought about it.” Your best friend, Baekhyun, nudged your arm. “There’s no shame in it. It’d be nice to be with someone who finally knows what they’re doing.” You put your cup of coffee down and looked at him from across the table.

It was no secret that Baekhyun slept around, but you liked to keep things under wraps. As long as the boys didn’t know, everything was fine. Baek, being your best friend, found out on his own. You weren’t planning on telling him either.

You’d been living with Baekhyun for a couple years now - it was originally just for a few weeks until you could find a place of your own but the two of you quickly grew close.

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Making out with… Johnny

MASTERLIST

Anon: So excited for the making out with Johnny post it might kill but who cares

Anon: I really need making out with Johnny and yuta and hansol lmao I can’t wait for those

Anon: MAKING! OUT! WITH! JOHNNY! pls

Anon: Can you do a making out with johnny please :)

Anon: Hello! 😊 Could you do “making out with Johnny” too? Pleasee and thank you!! (I love your blog and your last making out with Taeyong bruhh i loved it sooo much ;-;; this boy will be the death of me i swear)

Hello! I hope you like this (not as good as the one i did for tae but like that is hard to beat anyway lol) 

Tell me what ya think aND IF IT HITS YOU IN THE FEELS AND MAKES YOU REALISE YOULL BE ALONE FOREVER
HE IS BOOTIFUL

Originally posted by taesyong


  • Mhmmm Johnny
  • What a guy - I’ve seriously been having so many dream about him
  • It was great
  • Okay anyway lmao
  • Johnny wouldn’t be afraid to make out with you anywhere
  • A N Y W H E R E 
  • Of course he’d keep it PG
  • So a lot of skinship and cuddles and shit
  • But if another member happened to be there, whilst you were making out, he really wouldn’t care 
  • He’d usually be the one initiating it but if you did it,
  • He literally loved it
  • As soon as you dominated the kiss, he’d moan into the kiss, not trying to be sexual but because he found it hot as fuck
  • Johnny liked to put both hands on your face
  • Not necessarily both cupping your cheeks
  • But like one holding your chin 
  • And the other playing with your hair
  • There’s not much reason behind it apart from the fact that he just did it as a habit
  • I think Johnny has the nicest lips out of the whole word NCT
  • I thought I’d just put that in there
  • But seriously, they look nice and soft and I think he’d be very experienced in this field
  • He’d know how to get a reaction out of you and what kind of things you liked
  • Puts his sole focus on you!!! 
  • He does this a lot anyway in the relationship
  • But he definitely makes sure he keeps it up when you’re making out
  • Uses his tongue A LOT
  • But he makes sure it’s not messy or disgusting or sloppy like a lot of people make the mistake of doing
  • He’ll slowly enter his tongue, but not shove it down lol
  • If you show a sign of discomfort or something, he’ll take it out again but most of the time you’re okay
  • His kisses are deep and slow, not rushed
  • He thinks it’s better that way
  • Rushed kisses don’t mean much to him but they might happen occasionally
  • Like if he’s jealous or you want a quick one because of time 
  • His kisses are super deep though and he’ll tilt his head a little in order to go a little deeper
  • The type to gasp for air
  • A lot
  • He sometimes forgets to breathe
  • So he pants a lot and will pull away looking at you breathing heavily, before going back in
  • He’ll smirk if you make a sound
  • Whether that’s a groan or moan or gasp 
  • Any sound is a good sign to him and he’ll do all he can to get one out of you
  • Prefers to have you sitting on something like a kitchen counter or chest of drawers as he stands between your legs
  • If you get really into it, you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you
  • Sometimes he’ll get a bit excited lol and involuntarily grind against you
  • You know how I said with Taeyong, only 20% of the time does making out lead to sex
  • Well with Johnny it’s the opposite
  • 20% it doesn’t end with sex
  • Just expect sex when you start okay lol
  • Might “accidentally” slip his fingers into your panties or pants lmao
  • He’s horny all the time okay I just think he has a high sex drive but anyway
  • Let’s save that for another day yes ?
  • Will sometimes let his hands rest on your hips
  • And he’ll calmly and softly rub circles on your skins
  • He’ll do it if you’ve had a stressful day and need relaxing
  • And it definitely helps you calm down
  • I don’t know what else to say now lol
  • Oh yeah!
  • Making out would be very regular like twice a day 
  • It’s typical for him to wake you up even more by kissing you a lot
  • And it’s also typical of him to kiss you before bed
  • It’s like your daily routine
  • Further into the relationship, and neither of you will be able to get up or sleep until you’ve had your daily make out session lol
  • I’ve basically based these off dreams #dontjudge
  • Johnny would just be a lovely boyfriend and kisser
  • He!!!is!!!such!!!good!!!boyfriend!!!material!!!
  • But I think y'all already knew that!

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Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!) fun for this holiday, dedicated to @swallowedsong for various reasons. Sláinte! (rated M, 3000 words, AO3)


She almost choked on her green beer as her best friend’s feet came up off the ground as the burly, flanneled lumberjack (well, big guy in flannel shirt) at the bar planted a smacking kiss right on those unsuspecting lips. She’d told Killian what would happen if we wore that shirt, but he didn’t listen. Emma’s laughter is lost in the packed pub filled to the brim with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, but she knows Killian hears it, his telltale eyebrow lifting as Paul Bunyan releases him and gives him a jovial pat on the back.

“You had to know that would happen at some point, lad.”

“Aye, mate…sláinte!”

Emma shakes her head at Killian’s seemingly unflappable facade, watching as he shares a big grin and a toast with his kissing buddy at the end of the bar. But as he makes his way back to her she can see the signs of his mild embarrassment in the red glow of his pointy ears to the sheen of sweat at the hollow of his throat.

“Regretting that shirt yet?”

“Why Swan? That was the best kiss I’ve had all night.”

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When Viktor tells Yuri he’s going to fall in love with Otabek, Yuri kicks him in the shin.

Like hell he’d fall in love with Otabek. They may call him the Russian Fairy, but he didn’t think Viktor would take the nickname so literally.

And Otabek is his friend. His best friend. He’s seen enough movies to know that falling for your best friend can hurt.

It’s been years since they’ve met. Years since Otabek rode up and saved him from a mob of Yuri’s Angels (He still doesn’t know why they’re called that when they’re anything but angels). Years since Yuri agreed to be his friend. And still nothing. Yuri knew Viktor was wrong.

In fact, Yuri has stayed for prolonged periods of time with Otabek before and doesn’t feel a thing. He’s staying with him right now. For the past month he’s been crashing at Otabek’s apartment, sleeping in his bed, lounging on his couch, sharing meals at his table.

Today Otabek drags him out of the house and straight to the animal shelter. He tells Yuri he wants a pet, something to keep him company when Yuri is gone. Yuri blinks as he follows along, startled by Otabek’s reasoning.

“It’s not like I don’t call you all the fucking time.”

Otabek shakes his head as they stroll down the endless aisles of cages. “It’s not the same.”

Yuri frowns. He doesn’t understand what that means.

Dogs bark at them from all sides. Yuri flinches when one leaps at the door to his cage, rattling the bars. Dogs are… okay. But Yuri enjoys the quiet, self-sufficient, sassy nature of cats.

Otabek, Yuri thinks, must be a dog person.

“Why don’t you just have someone else come and stay with you?” Yuri continues, moving closer to Otabek as a particularly large dog pants heavily at him from the next cage over. “Like your sister?”

“You know she’s busy with school,” Otabek replies, bending forward to tickle under the chin of a small beagle.

“Tch,” Yuri clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. He turns away from Otabek to watch a dog attempt to dig a hole into it’s fluffy little bed. “Who gives a shit about school?”

“Yura…”

Otabek’s reprimanding voice sounds further away. Like he left Yuri there to ponder the nonexistent logic behind a dog trying to turn it’s bed into a rabbit hole. With a heavy sigh, he turns and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight.

A small kitten dangles between Otabek’s hands, his touch gentle as he lifts her off the ground. Even from a distance Yuri can see the small red collar around her neck marking her as female. Otabek brings her up to his face, lightly pressing his nose against hers. He chuckles when her small tongue darts out to kiss his nose and Yuri swears the entire world tilts on its axis.

He doesn’t know if he can walk anymore. But it doesn’t seem like he has to because Otabek brings the kitten over to him. She glances up from her spot, snuggled against the bend of Otabek’s elbow and the side of his chest. Her eyes are the same color as Yuri’s, the same striking teal that Otabek has already admitted he loves so much.

“I think I found who I was looking for,” Otabek says with a smile. He runs a gentle thumb across the kitten’s cheeks and smiles fondly down at her. “Isn’t that right, girl?”

Yuri turns away as color rises to his cheeks. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to beat its way out of his chest and he can’t help but imagine the smug grin Viktor will wear when he tells him…

“Fuck it all…”

Wrapped Around; pt.6

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 11.8k words 

Originally posted by shinevmin

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

A/N: hur hur finally!!! I always feel horrible for making y’all wait for a month for each chapter haha. also, im running out of appropriate vmin gifs lmaooo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.


“So, he went to the ball with this Mina girl?” Solji asks, her voice slightly fuzzy over the phone speaker.

You let out a low hum of agreement, sinking down onto your bed, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Because she asked?”

“Yes,” You sigh, setting your phone next to your head after selecting the loudspeaker option on your screen.

“And you had a week to ask him to the ball but you didn’t?”

“Well, I mean… yeah… but whatever, that’s not my point,” You groan. “My point is that he slept with Mina.”

“And is that a surprise to you? You really can’t blame him can you?” She asks. “He probably waited for you to ask him out to the ball and when you didn’t, he assumed you weren’t interested and went for someone else who was.”

“But I am interested,” You grumble, running your hand over your face in frustration.

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What got you so excited, pray tell?

This is for the wonderful @nessiansmut on Tumblr. She unintentionally inspired this by sending me a massage gif for an ACOSAP edit this morning. Thank you so much to @highladyofdreamcourt for profreading this. I’ve been a bit more ruthless with my line editing btw so my writing might sound a bit weird atm while I’m getting used to this again (almost no -ing verbs, shorter sentences, less adverbs, who is this cause it sure as hell ain’t me?!) and feedback on the actual prose would be well appreciated if you’re into stuff like that!

He brought his hands up and up and up and massaged the muscles of her thighs and Elain’s breaths came out in time with his movements. With each pass of his hands he was getting closer and closer to the apex of her thighs and all she could imagine was the blissful moment when he would touch her. She spread her legs for him slightly and Az snickered.
“Is this what you want, my love?” he asked her, passing his hand over the top of her inner thigh – so close, but not close enough.

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Tags: Illyrian! Elain, smut, wing sin, Elriel, oral sex, it kinda has a plot, kinda, 


Elain trudged into her bedroom in the townhouse and threw herself face first on the plush bed. Her wings flopped pathetically over the sides. She groaned at the feeling of the cool, luxurious silk against her hot and aching muscles but the relief didn’t last long. Azriel walked in behind her and chuckled at the view.

“Everything okay, love?” he asked and amusement rang in his voice. Elain groaned and mumbled unintelligibly in the pillow without moving. Azriel smiled softly and headed into the bathroom. He rummaged through some cabinets and shelves until he found what he was looking for and padded back into the bedroom. He placed a basket on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to Elain’s head, mindful of her outstretched wing.

“You’ll get used to it. You just need to build your strength and learn how to control each muscle and tendon. It will become second nature after that.” Elain grumbled some more into her pillow and huffed, clearly annoyed at Azriel. “I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that, dear,” Az chuckled.

Elain turned her face to the side and rested her cheek on the pillow, unable to keep her head up for more than a couple of seconds. She shot daggers at him while he continued to smirk.

“I said that you can take your ‘second nature’ hogwash and shove it in a very dark place, you cocky Illyrian.” Azriel stifled a laugh, amused by Elain’s snarkiness and made a move to caress her cheek but she slapped his hand away. The simple motion of raising her arm had her shoving her face back into the pillow and groaning in pain.

She thought the biggest challenge would be adjusting to the impossible new weight on her back, to the feeling of her wings pulling at every muscle along her spine and dragging her towards the ground and the way they shifted her centre of gravity. It took her weeks to manage to keep them pinned to her back instead of dragging them on the floor and that had been with the help of a series of belts and buckles that kept the appendages strapped to her back and feeling more like she was carrying a heavy backpack rather than feeling like her muscles were being pulled from her bones. After a few weeks of training with Cassian, her muscles were strong enough to keep her wings off the ground and close to her back without any help. But flying… flying was an entirely different circle of hell.

She hadn’t even managed to get off the ground yet, her still weak muscles unable to support her weight enough for her to take off. Still, just the ground exercises she had been doing with Azriel had been enough to exhaust her completely. She discovered that keeping her wings in the air and outstretched was exceedingly more painful and difficult than just keeping them strapped to her back. Azriel’s training had been relentless and he had her going through drill after drill of tucking and extending her wings or flapping them as if she was trying to take off when all she managed was to stir a light breeze. Her personal favourite, however, was when he had her keep her wings outstretched without moving, the wind pushing and tugging against the screen of membrane until her whole body shook with the effort of keeping herself upright. And today he had decided to use that particular torture method against her. Even though she knew she had to learn how to use her wings or else they would just become a liability and she knew he was trying to help her, she was too exhausted and cranky to stop herself from snapping at him – and Azriel knew she didn’t mean it.

Az caressed her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair, and when she made no move to stop him, he ran his hand down the line of her spine. He unbutoned the slits around her wings at the back of her sweat soaked tunic and hummed softly. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, love.”

He pushed the fabric off her shoulders and placed a hand underneath her stomach to lift her slightly in order to rid her of the garment without making her move and Elain grumbled a thank you. He hummed in response, as he lifted her hips next to slip her trousers off and peeled them from where the sweat made them stick to the backs of her knees. Once undressed, Elain sighed at the way the breeze from the open window caressed her sweaty skin. She turned her head to the side to look at Azriel, content to lie there in just a pair of underwear – it was nothing Az hadn’t seen before, after all.

Azriel grabbed a washcloth from the basket he had placed on the nightstand and dipped it in the bowl of icy water adjacent to it. He wrung out the cloth and stepped around Elain’s wings and climbed on the bed. He straddled her hips, careful to keep most of his weight on his knees and brought the washcloth down to the valley between Elain’s shoulder blades and she hissed at the contact and tensed at the shock of the temperature but quickly relaxed with a sigh, the cool temperature soothing her aching muscles.

Az ran the cool washcloth down Elain’s back, between her wings and pressed down slowly against the tense muscles. He reached under her wings to get to the sides of her abdomen and ran the cloth against her ribs, stopping to soak it in more cold water every once in a while. He traced the curve of her spine back to the nape of her neck, her shoulders and down each arm before turning around to run it down Elain’s sore thighs and calves. Elain relaxed further into the soft sheets with each passing of the cool washcloth against her skin.

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Helpless (M)

Originally posted by sugutie

Jimin x Reader

Plot: He won’t stop until you learn your lesson. // Dom!Jimin.
Warnings: Sexual content, M18 - It’s basically just porn
Words count: ~2000 words

I’ve tried my best to edit, but if it happens that you’ve found any mistakes I apologize~



Jimin’s jaw was clenching, the little bone popped out below his cheek for a second as he stood there and threw a glare at you. His phone was still gripped tight between his tensed fingers and it looked like he could easily crumble the device. Your scared nerves jerked up when he tossed that behind, let it thump on your black leather couch.

“Why did you do that?”, he grunted in his heated breath. You found yourself trembling, for you had never seen him like this before.

You knew that it wasn’t your fault but the guilt still built up to your neck. If you had known that you were filmed while being drunken asleep, on your sober work buddy’s shoulder, then you wouldn’t have drunk at all. If you knew he would be as nasty as massaging your breasts, while your brain was numb and you thought you had dreamt, you wouldn’t even have been sitting there and begged for more. The party last night with your work friends was a disaster that only humiliated you for being the most lustful person in the office and you already sensed being teased for your whining nature. Now you’d made your boyfriend pissed. You had no idea how to apologize to him.

“Jimin, I didn’t do anything,” you tried to reason. “I was drunk.”

He seemed not to be moved by your argument, the way his sulky expression, his dropped lids, still were freezing like a picture. He looked like thinking about something when his eyebrows pulled to clench. You were about to take a breath and please for an apology, but he suddenly busted out his uproarious sigh and marched away from you - direction upstairs. You felt your heart being torn with each of his steps.

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A Hundred Lesser Faces: (Three)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story stems from the premise: what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh?
  • Links to past installments:  (One) (Two)

(Three)

Jenny

I’d run upstairs the instant Claire was gone through the door—first to the bedchamber overlooking the road, then up still further to the upper floors, so I could see her for just a moment longer. For, damn me, but I couldna take my eyes off her…just kept—watchin’ her— until the last.

And even when the shape of her had long vanished over the horizon, I was still watchin’, staring into the spot where she’d been, the last place she’d inhabited before she’d gone away….just as she’d promised. 

The letter—God, Claire’s letter—was clutched tight in my hand and heavy on my heart. But it was also heavy in my hand, I realized. There was more than paper, therein, I’d swear to it; firm, whatever it was, but not rigid, exactly, for I could still bend it easily.  

I had the nail of my finger under the edge of the wax before somethin’….somethin’ stopped me—or could it be someone?—and I shivered. 


“Jenny?” 

Claire was in the doorway of the kitchen, cloak on, the letter clutched to her breast. 

I stood, awkwardly. “You’ve finished?” 

She nodded, and her eyes closed, of a sudden, and she looked so very young, like one of the bairns in a thunderstorm, all scared and—small—So sad, and—

—and I wavered. 

But before I could say anythin’, Claire was there right before my face, pressin’ the envelope hard into my hands. She didna let go, just kept—holdin’ on to me, eyes boring into mine so I couldna even blink. 

 “Whatever hurt there is between you and me, Jenny—” Those whisky-colored eyes were shining wi’ feeling, ready to spill over wi’ it. “—I beg you to see that Jamie gets this.” She added her other hand and squeezed me so hard that own hands were shakin’ along wi’ hers. “Please don’t wait too long to give it to him.” 

My voice cracked, and I couldna look away. “Why’s that?” 

“There are things in here, that—” the paper crinkled, loud and violent, that bitty sound, “—that will give him peace….I hope.” A small, broken breath. 

Peace…Peace for Jamie…

“Please, Jenny—PLEASE—promise me that you’ll give it to him.” Those wildcat eyes begged, and I could do nothing but nod. She heaved an enormous sigh and closed them, nodding, herself. “Thank you.” 

She released me, then and made for the door, pulling her cloak tight about her. Her eyes were on the handle as she said, “Goodbye.” 

And then before I could blink, she’d come back again and thrown both her arms ‘round me. Unnaturally tall as she was, my arms were trapped down at my sides, so I couldna have hugged her back, even had I wished to. 

Her voice was a ragged sob of a whisper. “I do love you, Jenny.” She kissed my cheek.

And then she was out the door, gone. Forever.  

And it was only as she was far, far gone, a vanished speck through a frozen windowpane, that I realized….

I *had* wished to. 


“Mam?” 

I nearly leapt out of my skin as I whirled like a guilty bairn to the door behind, where Maggie stood wi’ her own babe on her hip. 

Ye’ve been up here for an age and a half, Mam. Did…” She gave me a significant look, “….something give ye a turn?” 

“I’m fine, mo chridhe,” I promised, flustered-like, bustling past her down the stairs to resume my work and hide my face. “Perfectly fine, nothin’ to—”

“But who was she, Mam?” Maggie’s voice, her footsteps, chased me down the stairs. “The dark-haired Englishwoman? Why was she here?” 

“She was a traveler. No one ye need be worrit about.” 

“Mam, I’m no’ a wee bairn. We all heard the great skelloch the two of ye were makin’. Clearly she was someone ye kent well, and it sounded as though she had come were wi’ a purpose, and  “ 

“Maggie, do not— ” 

“But what was it she wanted of ye, Mam? She stayed hardly an hour, and we  “

I dinna wish to DISCUSS it, Margaret.” 

From the look on her face, I’d shouted it, violently. She went all meek-like and left me standing alone on the stairs landing without another word. I started to go after her, but—I let my hands fall back to my side, clenching into shaking fists.  

What was it the Englishwoman had wanted of me, Maggie, love? The woman who saw ye delivered into this world? Only to come make peace and to mend your Uncle Jamie’s heart…and I… 

*I*….

Hands of guilt seemed to shove me toward the door, toward the stables. 

Janet Murray, go after Claire. Go after her right this moment. There’s still time to catch her up! 

“Aye, and WHY should I?” I muttered under my breath, stormin’ to the pantry and busyin’ my hands, furiously flyin’ from task to task. 

WHY? Because it was doomed from the start! 

Dinna lay the troubles of their marriage at my feet. It was GOOD for Jamie to be marrit. He NEEDED a woman.

You saw her fetch at the wedding. Jesus God, woman, THAT was your warning. THIS is the test. 

I wasna going to see my brother die alone, and I couldna have dreamed that she’d saunter in one day after—

No one could have supposed Claire was alive; but now that you know, you MUST make this right. 

Go and stop her…GO!

She had no right —No RIGHT to just vanish as she did. God, the —the arrogance of it — I threw an old jar against the wall, the crash of the pottery against the stone some kind of satisfaction amid the storms of rage and of shame within me.  not to even CHECK !—And ‘complicated,’ she says…COMPLICATED! 

She said she’d be able to explain. 

All can be made right, Janet Murray. Go after her, beg her to  

I'll no’ beg that Sassenach witch for anythin’. The rage was boiling up within me, and suddenly even the promise of delivering her letter seemed like the vilest of insults. ‘Will bring him peace,’ she says…How could she POSSIBLY ken what can bring him peace, having been gone from him for twenty

YOU would know, just fine, if it were Ian. Separation couldn’t change your knowing of him, could it? 

I ignored that pleading, reasonable voice and stormed back up the stairs. The only sensible thing was to pretend as though the letter had never existed. 

Jamie need never know. If he wasna precisely at *peace,* now, he’d at least settled into a living, and found a certain

He hasn’t. 

NO sense at all in opening up old

And since when were love or mercy about *sense*?  

What he doesna know canna pain him, and that’s all there is to it.

I stormed upstairs and threw the letter resolutely into the back of the drawer, coverin’ it over wi’ old underthings and rags where Ian wouldna find it. 

But all the rest of the day, that stern voice haunted me, warred with me. 

Go after her. 

Leave me be. 

What’s done is done. 

No, it isn’t. 

GO AFTER HER.

Claire let him suffer. 

She stayed away for TWENTY—

She doesna DESERVE  

That was Jamie’s judgment to make, woman. Not yours. 

I told her only the bare facts. 

No. You lied to her. 

He DOES have a wife!

He DOES have two daughters that called him Da!

You told her all the difficult truths and made them as painful to her as you could. 

And you told one lie.

 That Jamie is happy.

Is he?  

No…

The guilt shuddered through me, a fist wrapped around my throat. 

He’s broken…

He’s still hurting…still raw….

From want of Her. 

And you sent her away. 

The look on her face as she begged me to give him that letter—

But the THINGS she did to  —

What you’ve just done is worse, still For you did it from spite, Janet Murray; of your own pride and

Across the house a door CRASHED open and I reeled back from the spice cupboard as though shot, my blood poundin’ in my ears as footsteps came thunderin’ in from the front door. “What in GOD’s holy name—???” 

“I dinna need to WASH to see Mam,” a grumpy voice protested from the foyer. 

“Oh Mary, Michael, and Bride—IAN!!” I’d forgotten—completely FORGOTTEN to be sick with worry for my wee scoundrel who’d run away. Lord forgive me, what sort of mother FORGETS

I flew across the house, my guilt over Claire momentarily replaced by outrage at myself and fury at my son and RELIEF. “Ian!!” I sobbed as I threw my arms around his thin frame. “Ian you –YOU–oh—!” I swore violently, a great string of things, but all grateful, all emphatic with love as I squeezed him tight, wetting his shirtfront “—I’m so glad you’re safe, a chuisle.

“I’m fine, mam,” he said with a sigh, though he returned the hug. 

I pulled back and slapped his shoulder, hard. “Well ye WILLNA be by the time I’m done wi’ ye! What were ye THINKING, Ian Murray, runnin’ away like that wi’ no word???”

“I DID leave word, Mam!” 

“Oh, ye think a wee note is enough? Not in this house, Ian. God, I’m so fashed and so happy in one single moment—” True enough; I was panting with the rush of the relief and the fright of the last two weeks. I hugged him again, then pushed him toward the stairs. “Off wi’ ye—we’ll deal wi’ your punishment later.” 

I turned from one Ian (well, the back of one, as he sulked off) to sigh in relief at sight of the other. “There’s my sweet lass,” he said, grinnin’ that bright, warm smile that I loved so well and holding out his arms to me.

All but fell into them, I did. “Mo ghraidh, ye found him.” I pressed my head against his chest, so happy to have him close; so happy for the relief of havin’ him hold me. There, against his heart, all could be well; all the voices and the shame and the rage could be silent. 

He kissed me, touched my cheek, then turned for the study. “I didna do much.“ He thudded into an armchair and pulled me into his lap. “In fact, I didna even get to Edinburgh.” 

“No?” I grinned, kissin’ his dear face. “Was he making such puir time? Chasin’ after lost pups and rabbits, again, aye?” 

“Nay, he’d already been to Edinburgh. When I came upon him, it was head on, already on their way back to us.”

I jolted back. “Their?” 

“Aye, Ian and Jamie.” 

JAMIE?”

Go after her 

“Aye, who else?” Ian kissed me, blithe as ye please. “Said he didna trust Wee Ian to come back unescorted, and rightly so.”

Go after her

“Well, and — it’s good ye were able to meet Jamie on the way.” I brushed my hands nervously down my skirt, tryin’ not to give in to the feelings risin’ up in my gullet. “He’ll have needed to be back in his shop as soon as possible.”

“Oh, nay, he left Fergus in charge. Said he was past due for a visit. No sense in him making the journey twice, now, is there?” 

“Jamie’s — He’s — ?” I felt as though I were going to faint. 

Go NOW

What if he finds out? 

You MUST tell him. 

I canna — I CANNA —

I screamed it at my conscience, but it wasna like the rage of before: a scream of panic. The weight of what I’d done—it was fallin’ down all around me and over me, smashin’ apart my anger and my stubbornness and my pride only to reveal beneath all my darkest shame and regret and 

“Jamie’s gone to Balriggan, then?” 

“NO, a nighean,” came a grinnin’ voice that paralyzed me as surely as the bolt of a crossbow in my spine, “he’s behind ye.”

Lord, help me, 

I canna


anonymous asked:

I'll like to ask... do you have a ranking for bangtan *ejem* derrieres? I know that jimin's is first, but(t) i've been seeing some Suga photos and i... i want your opinion

Okay, you know i’m a HUGE fan of ALL Bangtan butts, so please understand that before you read on:

1. Jimin, obviously, the Butt King, the Supreme Ruler of Ass, the Emperor of Junk. He has got one rock hard rear. He blesses every pair of pants he wears. One day he will hulk bust out of his clothes just by flexing his butt. 

2. Yoongi, the unexpected Ass Hero. The hero that none of us deserve. Like, you would expect a dude that skinny to be pancake flat. But no? He has got some juicy little handfuls?? It almost ain’t right…. I almost don’t believe him….. I feel like I should cup his butt just to be sure…. for Research….  take some slo-mo jiggle footage, measure the butt warmth, poke gently a couple of times to test the give, all very scientific. 

3. Hobi, like all you gotta do is watch him do those girl group dances in pleather pants on weekly idol and you will understand. Oh will you understand. He’s real proud of it too. It’s nice and lean but still round, overall very nice.

4/5. Jin and Tae are tied just because I don’t recall seeing all that much of Jin’s ass, seems like he wears a lot of long shirts, but I feel like it’s got to be excellent? He’s very soft and well-structured so I just have to trust him on that? Tae’s I HAVE seen a bit of and it’s great, like definitely better than your average ass, REALLY good ass, just doesn’t have quite as much curve as the first three. Still 10/10 would cup gently and treasure.

6/7. Nams and Kook. But LOOK. They both have fucking STELLAR legs, like probably rank 1 and 2 for legs, and God does not give evenly with both hands, they can’t have both. It would not be fair. To be clear, would STILL cup their butts and would LOVE every second of it. Excellent little rears. 

how about now?

➵ characters: g-dragon x reader
➵ genre: smut
➵ wc: 2686
➵ summary: jiyong awakens you from your sleep for reasons you should have already seen coming.
➵ author’s note: i know i haven’t posted anything in forever, but i’ve been so busy and uninspired as well as shook by this one guy. but i am back and i hope you do enjoy.
➵ masterlist
➵ disclaimer

‘Don’t you dare.’

‘I didn’t even do anything.’

Jiyong’s presence was heavily felt over your splayed body on the sofa, having already been asleep on it for the past hour. But his loud movements as soon as he entered your home meant his wore woken, but still kept your eyes closed in the hopes he’d leave you be.

But you should have known he wouldn’t; as soon as he saw you, he headed straight for you, calling your name several times. You remained silent. So when that didn’t work, he thought of another strategy to get you to open your eyes, lowering himself to your level and gently poking your sides.

You giggled lowly. ‘Jiyong, stop it.’

‘Then get up.’ He snaked his hand beneath the material of your t-shirt to dig into your sides deeper, making your hip jolt.

With your laughter becoming louder, you turned on your stomach to trap Jiyong’s hand, but it only enabled him to use his other hand to attack your other side. Though you couldn’t see through your tightly shut eyes, you can just imagine Jiyong smirking to himself as he caused your body to twitch uncontrollably.

‘Okay, okay!’ you said between each cackle. ‘I’ll get up!’ The sudden attack of tickles finally came to an end and you could breath normally again to then turn to Jiyong, who stood beside you waiting for you to do the same.

To make him wait just a bit longer, you moved your body torturously slow, swinging yours legs off the sofa one by one. You remained in a seating position yawning and scratching your head for a few moments, and Jiyong rolled his eyes.

‘[Y/N], can we just go to bed already?’ he now whined.

‘Damn, why are you so impatient—’ you were cut off by your own yelp when Jiyong essentially yanked you from the sofa by your hands, making you crash against his body. As a reflex, your hands were placed in front of you, landing on his chest, and to keep you both up and in balance, Jiyong embraced you by your waist, stepping his right foot out for stability.

Straightening his body and still keeping you close, your bodies were now pressed up against each other, and you couldn’t help but notice an aimless, but familiar, feeling grazing your hip bone. The longevity of the intimate hold made you raise an eyebrow. ‘So this is why you want me in bed to badly?’

He chuckled. ‘One of the reasons.’

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Punishment part 2 ( smut)

part 1

Warning: oral, spanking, tickling, orgasm denial.

Originally posted by my-fxxfics

(Your pov)

Peter threw me into his room and locked the door. I backed away from him but he just grabbed me and tossed me on the bed.

“Now before the fun part of your punishment starts, we need to get the first part over with.” He grins darkly.

He doesn’t give me time to respond because when he snaps his fingers he’s sat against the headboard of the bed with me over his lap. My jeans were replaced with a skirt and my hands were tied behind my back.

I tried to scream but there was gag in my mouth, that piece of shit…

Peter laughs at my attempts to get away, he pins me down with one hand and lifts my skirt with the other.

“Black underwear huh? Naughty girl.” I feel my face heat up at his comment, this is so embarrassing…

“Now I’m going to give you 25 spanks, and since this is your first punishment I will only use my hand, next time you won’t be so lucky.”

He pulls my under off and gently rubs my cheeks. I almost start to feel like he cares, then the first hit comes.

*smack!*

I let out a yelp but its muffled by the gag. Peter chuckles and gives me 5 more smacks, alternating cheeks.

With rest of the hits each one was harder then the last, he used more force with each one.

When he finally got to the last one, a few tears were running down my face. Peter flipped me over and held me. For a split second he looked hurt, seeing my tears, but it quickly went away.

“aww did the baby not like her punishment? Well to bad.”

He pushed me off of him onto the bed, his eyebrows raised when he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze and my eyes widened, there was a wet spot on his pants, from me.

“well, looks like someone did enjoy her punishment. Ready for the next part?” he snaps his fingers again.

This time I’m still gaged, but I’m laying against the headband with my hands tied above me. My legs are spread and bent at the knees, tied to the sides of the bed.

I look at peter in horror, he just grins at me and crawls towards me on the bed.

“hmm, theres something missing…Oh right.” He waves his hand over me and the rest of my clothes are gone.

He looks me over and smirks in approval. “Now for this part of your punishment I’m going to edge you 3 times, then make you wait 20 minutes before I let you cum.”

I groan, but he ignores me and runs a finger across my pussy making me squirm.

He lays down and puts his face right in front of my pussy. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting. But he just laughs and starts kissing up and down my thighs.

I surpress a groan, actually wanting him to eat me out. By now my nipples are hard, just wanting him to stop teasing. He notice’s and brings his lips up my stomach and wraps them around my right nipple, rubbing the other with his thumb.

I moan, arching my back. He switches then goes back to my pussy.

His tounge licks up my pussy and I buck my hips into his face. He holds my hips down and continues licking and sucking all over my wetness.

His tounge circles my entrance then plunges in. I moan into the gag, then he brings his thumb up to rub my clit making me scream.

I feel something building in the stomach as he tounge fucks me. Then he replaces his thumb with his mouth and sucks and licks my clit, putting two fingers inside me. I’m a moaning mess by now.

The knot in my stomach is about to burst but before I could cum peter stops everything and sits back. My pussy clenches around nothing and I glare at him.

He chuckles, “I told you love, this is apart of your punishment.” I whimper just wanting him to touch me again.

He waves his hand, a vibrating dildo appears and a bullet vibrator.

He turns them on and rams the vibrator into me, making me scream. Then he puts the bullet vibrator against my clit. I moan and wine knowing he won’t let me cum, but it feels to good to not enjoy it.

That familiar feeling rises again and of course before I could cum, peter pulls the vibrator out and takes the bullet vibrator away from my clit.

I wine and buck my hips, trying to reach him.

“Come on, you knew it was coming.” He laughs.

I just roll my eyes.

“now for your last edge, I thought I’d try something different. I’ve seen people do this sometimes on my trips to find more lost boys.” He’s says pulling out a feather.

I look at him confused, was he going to tickle me? Where?

My question was answered when he glided the feather up my pussy, I squeaked, not realizing I was ticklish down there.

He grins, and spreads my lips with two of his fingers. The feather explores all over my pussy, my laughing was muffled by the gag.

Once the feather moved to my clit I lost it, it tickled so bad but felt amazing to. I moaned and giggled over and over.

The feather went from circling my clit to going back and forth over it. I was close and peter could tell, he made the feather go faster but stopped when my climax was just about to happed.

“Now I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” And just like that, he was gone.

*20 minutes later*

It felt more like an hour since I was so frusterated. But when peter came back all I wanted was to cum.

“now you have a choice, how do you want me to Make you come?” For the first time that night he removed my gag.

“I want you to eat my pussy.” I panted

“as you wish.” He smirked and didn’t waste anytime wrapping his mouth around my pussy. His tounge licked all over, paying extra attention to my clit.

I moaned and arched my Back. “fuck peter, dont stop!”

Peter put three fingers into my pussy, pushing them in and out and licked my clit over and over.

“peter, I’m I’m-” Before I could finish, peter moaned against my clit and finally that pushed me over the edge. I screamed his name and he helped me ride it out.

Once I calmed down, peter waved his hand and I was untied and tucked under the covers.

Peter kissed my forehead. “you alright?”

I yawned, “yeah, just tired, I’m sorry for running.”

He smiled, “its fine, sorry I was so harsh earlier, I shouldn’t have forced you to choose who to kill, I was just so mad that you tried to leave and send for your father.”

“I forgive you.”

Peter smiled and walked towards the door, “I’ll come back to check on you in a little while.”

“Peter wait!” I called

He stopes and turns ariund, “yeah?”

“why didn’t you just make me have sex with you? Why just give me pleasure?” I asked

“rape is unspeakable, I will only have sex with you if you wish it.”

anonymous asked:

it always bothers me that after claire save marshali from the pirates, jamie doesn't give her any credit for being brave he just scolds or focuses on her wound. would love to see a missing scene where he thanks claire for taking care of his stepdaughter

Humble Pirate  (or some less terrible title)

Mod Bonnie says: 

Okay, lads and lasses: this falls fully into the category of CANON REWRITE. To refresh your memory on why anon (and I!!!!) get ragey about this: 


CANON says: 

Voyager, Chapter 54, Diana Gabaldon

[….]


FANFICTION SAYS… 

Do you honestly—” I choked out, absolutely, blisteringly, and woozily outraged, “—HONESTLY—think I went above decks in the middle of a sea-battle looking for—a THRILL?? A casual funtime adventure?!?” 

“I THINK—” he said, snarling between clenched teeth, “—you’re so heedless and cock-sure of yourself, woman, ye somehow thought ye could be of USE and—”

Cock-sure?” I gaped at him, hoping my face was contorted with exactly as much disgust as I felt. “Ohhh, that is RICH, coming from you, James Fraser.” 

“This isna about me, Sassenach—” 

I threw up my good hand. “Could have BLOODY fooled me!” 

“What this is ABOUT, is—” 

And ‘DO I KNOW that I came damn close to dying’?? Why, YES, Jamie, I had the *slightest* premonition of it, RIGHT around the same time as I was being chased and slashed at by a cutlass-wielding maniac.”

My voice was hoarse with screaming and ragged from waves of pain but NOT meek. I struggled halfway up, panting, and Jamie (who had the absolute gall to look exasperated) tried to force me back down. *Tried,* mind. “And as for ‘will I never do as I’m told’…” My head reeled with the excruciating effort of remaining upright, but I glared at him with all my strength. “…Lesson *bloody learned,* my infallible lord and master. I’ll just sit obediently in the corner with my hands in my lap next time and allow your daughter to be raped, *SHALL I*?” 

And that, at last, got his attention, for he went as white and still as death. 

It only threw gasoline on my fire. “And YOU coming in here all—looming over me all—and—banging your fucking fists—” I panted and spluttered. “Not bothering to ASK me what happened or WHY I might have chosen to put myself in danger—Just—shouting and threatening like I was no more to you than—And you—YOU—Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Jamie….” I was still spitting with indignation, but the pain was overwhelming most everything else, and I fell back onto the pillow as my vision began clouding over with black. “Did Marsali not TELL you what happened?” 

“No.” Quiet. Restrained. “She—She’s been so distraught for ye, she’s scarcely gotten more than ten words out…” 

I waited, blinking up from my pillow. I could smell the blood on him, still—gunpowder—the sweat of battle—fear.  

“Was the lass…” He didn’t meet my eye, but I could see the muscles of his face working as he tried to muster up the courage to ask it. “…being attacked?”

Lord, the pain in those five words—his memories of his own trauma and that of those he loved; his fears and insecurities as a father; the terror and concern and love and barely-contained drive for vengeance over what I’d implied could have happened to Marsali. 

I wanted to be angry at him still. Well, and I was, at that. I had every bloody right to scold him into next year—but I lowered my voice. 

“Marsali got frightened when the cannon-fire started, and she bolted. It’s easy to forget how young she really is, you know? She was too terrified to heed me calling her back. I had to chase after her—Couldn’t find her or hardly even see in the dark—and I was shouting for her, shouting, and I—I heard her scream and—” 

Jamie’s jaw clenched tight but he didn’t say a word, nor did he look up from the floor between his feet. 

“By the time I found her, one of the pirates—a huge brute—had come down into the hold, grabbed her, and had her clutched by the arm. She was doing her best to fight him off, but he was triple her size and—” I heaved a deep breath to keep the blackness at bay. “—And I just….I had to get her away from him…in any way I could.” 

He looked up at me, and his eyes were still and bared to his soul. He tried to say something, but gave up, that gaze imploring me.

“So I slashed at him—cut off his toe, I think, and that set off a rage in him, naturally, and—” I shrugged, “—I couldn’t think of anything except to let him chase me, so I ran as far away from Marsali as I could—barely could see two feet in front of me, just—ran—and—” I shuddered, violently, a latent panic attack, I remarked absently, as the remembered terror coursed through my body. “There was so much mayhem on deck, the only place that seemed safe was UP, somehow, and —I was—c-climbing the rigging—I thought surely with what I’d done to his foot, he couldn’t climb—but he could, and he was gain—gaining, and—If the bloody pe—pelican hadn’t knocked the bastard off balance…” 

Jamie reached for me, to comfort and soothe me—but then he faltered, and shrank back, ashamed. 

“Jamie…” Shaking, I reached for his hand, a peace offering. 

He accepted it and clasped my hand tight, gasping a little as he released the control he’d held over his emotions. “I’m…” He leaned over me to lay his forehead lightly on mine, to cradle my head in his hands. Looming, no longer: he offered me his warmth and his comfort; and, more importantly, his repentance

“I’m so verra sorry, mo chridhe,” he whispered, kissing my face and sniffing as he thumbed one of his own tears from my cheek. “Can ye forgive me?” 

I started to say, ‘of course,’ but he couldn’t seem to stop from blurting, “I was—I’ve been half-crazed wi’ fear that you’d die, Claire—” Jamie’s face was indeed wild, searching mine as though disbelieving, every sight and second. “Lord, I still am afraid that the wound—” He shook his head, his curls tickling my forehead. “But that’s no excuse for—for how I treated ye. And I’m sorry for it.”

“Well, no, it isn’t…” I ran my fingers back through his hair, still damp and dirty from the efforts of battle. “But thank you for saying it; and yes, I forgive you.” 

He made a little, soft sound—something between a sob and a sigh— and kissed me. 

“Perhaps next time…” My tone was light, loving, understanding, even if the message itself was difficult. “….you might start by assuming the best of my intentions, rather than the worst? One capable adult to another?” 

‘I promise.” Such gut-wrenching regret and shame. “I’m sorry I’m—such an arse. Ye deserve better…. I’ll be better.”

To his credit, he did not lower his eyes. They were looking right at me when all at once they brightened. “T’was verra brave and noble what ye did, for Marsali.” 

“’Noble’? I repeated, bewildered.

“Aye. Ye put yourself in such terrible danger, for a girl not even your own—Laoghaire’s daughter, of all people, who you’ve no great reason to love. Ye didna have to—” 

“For Heaven’s sake, Jamie, do you truly think so ill of me?” I felt the sparks of another bout of pain-addled indignation. “You think just because her mother happens to be a—” (raging, homicidal bitch) “—misery of a woman, I’d have left her to fend for herself?? To be—” 

“No, no, no, mo nighean donn,” he said at once, sitting up and showing a hint of laughter (perhaps at my careful epithet and perhaps the implied one, too), before his expression again went serious. “Jesus, never, I only meantjust—Ye risked your life for Marsali, and it….”

He squeezed my hand again; his voice was thick and cracked as he said, “…Thank you. Truly, I....Thank you. ” 

Not only for rescuing her, I thought, from the depth in that expression….

For accepting his life the way I’d found it; all of it, after a notably rocky start. For making the most of the challenging parts we could not change. For not letting petty things get in the way of the *new* life we had before us. 

I smiled and gripped his hand.  

Always, love.” 

William Nylander - Show and Tell

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash

I have to be honest here, this is one of my favorite ones I’ve done so far!

Request from @leafstrashtm :  Do you think you can do a William Nylander one where you are a kindergarten teacher and he comes to the classroom and is all cute with the kids

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Broken hearted- Jughead x Reader

Request: Can I request an imagine where Jughead and Betty are like making out and reader walks in on it but Betty’s known the reader has been in love with Jughead since they were 7 or 8 and the reader’s so hurt and see how the gang reacts to that. You pick whose side they take in all of it. But can you make it like super angsty and more like the calm before a big storm in the beginning. I’m so sorry if this is too much to ask for. -anonymous

A/N: Of course it’s not too much to ask, thank you for the request Anon! Also, I made Betty out to be a bit of a bitch in this, but I actually love Betty! Don’t hate me!

Summary: The reader is in love with Jughead but catches Betty and him making out and it’s heartbroken. Will there be a happy ending?

Warnings: Swearing, fluff!!!

Word count: 1'774

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It was no secret that you were completely and irrevocably in love with Jughead Jones. You had been for as long as you could remember, and had been best friends with him for even longer. Sometimes you felt like Jughead may like you back, but never had the courage to do anything about it in fear of rejection or ruining your friendship. It was always Y/N and Jughead. But you wished Y/N and Jughead meant more than the two best friends who kept themselves to themselves.

It was a Friday evening and you were heading to Pop’s to meet Veronica for a catch up over a milkshake or two. You’d had an awful day in all honesty. You’d woken up late, had a math test that you’d probably failed and for some reason Jughead had been somewhat off with you. You brushed it off and assumed it was just because of everything going on with his dad. You hadn’t actually wanted to go out tonight, but Veronica had practically forced you, but little did you know; your awful day was about to get a lot worse.

You stepped through the front door of Pop’s diner and were greeted with the familiar fluorescent lights that filled the darkness. You spotted Ronnie in a booth to your right and made your way over and sat down opposite her as she greeted you. “Hey Y/N, I ordered you a strawberry milkshake: your usual.” She smiled, pushing the full milkshake glass towards you, careful not to spill any. “Thanks V” you replied. “So today I was in cheer practice and…” Ronnie gossiped. But your attention was drawn elsewhere and her blabbering faded into the background and you spotted something you really had not wanted to see. Jughead and Betty. In a booth beside one another. That part was fine, but what happened next was what made your stomach drop into the bottom of your shoes. Slowly they leaned in and planted their lips on each other’s, and you could have sworn you heard your heart shatter. You began to shake as you brought your hand up to meet your mouth. It wasn’t just a quick peck either. They continued to deepen the kiss and it looked somewhat sloppy and intense. “Y/N are you even listening?” Veronica’s voice snapped you back to reality but out of the corner of your eye you could still see the two of them sucking each other’s faces off. A small tear rolled down your cheek and you managed to whisper “I’m sorry V I have to go.” And with that you stood from the booth. Veronica turned her head in the direction of the thing on which your gaze was fixed, and she let out a gasp. “Oh my god that bitch!” But by the time she’d noticed and was making her way over to their booth, you were already out the door. You didn’t know where to go. You couldn’t go home. Your parents would be quizzical about why you were upset and probably tell you to get over it. You couldn’t go to Betty’s house for obvious reasons. So you found yourself on a park bench in the middle of Riverdale, your knees drawn up to your chest and you heaved sobs and your mind raced. How could Betty do that to you? She was meant to be your friend. Everyone knew how you felt about Jughead apart from Jughead. You were suddenly hit by the realisation that you’d been kidding yourself for years. Jughead didn’t love you, nor would he ever. He obviously liked Betty now, and any chances of you and him being anything more than best friends had been flushed down Pop’s diner toilet. You hadn’t thought being broken hearted would feel like this. You thought you’d just feel empty and a bit sad, when in actual fact there was a deep and agonising pain in your chest reminding you of what you’d lost, but the truth is, you hadn’t lost anything, because Jughead Jones had never actually been yours.

What you didn’t know was that as soon as you left, Veronica stormed over to Betty and Jughead’s booth and tore the two off each other. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She yelled, not loud enough to attract a lot of attention. The two of them just looked dumbfounded, however Betty had more of a knowing look to her for eyes. “Erm..V-” Betty began but was cut off. “Don’t you V me! I expected better of you Betty. You knew how she felt. How she always felt and you did this! Some friend you are.” Veronica shamed her. Jughead sat confused in the booth, separating the two of them. “Oh come on V, it wasn’t going to happen anyway, she had to get over it.” Veronica shook her head in disbelief and said under her breath; “You shady bitch.” Jughead finally decided to speak up. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” But Veronica shook her head in disbelief. “As if you don’t even know.” And with that she walked out of Pop’s leaving the pair alone once again.

Archie received a phone call from a very angry Veronica in which she explained the situation. Archie knew Jughead, and knew that he would never try to hurt you on purpose, but also couldn’t believe Betty would go behind your back in such a way. He decided to take matters into his own hands and also made his way to Pop’s diner. Once inside he spotted the same booth Veronica had been in only 30 minutes ago, except this time only one person sat there. Jughead Jones. It was definitely after 10pm so the diner was almost empty. “What were you thinking Man?” Archie asked his best friend as he slid into the booth opposite him. “I kissed Betty, what do you mean what was I thinking?” Jughead asked. He’d obviously been sat trying to put together the pieces and work out what he’d done wrong. Archie decided to put him out of his misery. “Y/N is heartbroken dude!” He whisper shouted. And suddenly Jughead’s eyes filled with dread. “What? Why?” He questioned, his voice faltering in fear that he always knew the answer. “Come on Jug, she’s obviously head over heels for you! She always has been. And to see you kissing Betty broke her dude!” Jughead was filled with a sudden rage at himself. He sighed and removed his grey beanie, running his slender fingers through his raven locks. “Oh shit.” Was all he said. He hated that he’d hurt Y/N. “She actually likes me?” Jughead asked in disbelief. “She loves you Jug, you’re the only one too blind to see.” And all of a sudden, fragments of his and your relationship came flooding back as he thought over all the hints, all the things he’d missed whilst he’d too been hoping you felt the same about him. “Archie the only reason I was with Betty was to try and get over Y/N! I thought she’d never like me and Betty was there you know, she comforted me!” Archie let out a snort. “Comforted you because she wanted to get into your pants!” He joked. Jug gave Archie a ‘not funny’ look. “I’ve fucked up big time.” Jughead whispered. “Yep. And I suggest you do something about it.” Archie said before again leaving Jughead with his thoughts.

Veronica finally found you on the bench you’d arrived at hours before. You were still sitting, your legs pulled up to your chest, tears escaping from both eyes. She ran over to you and placed an arm around your shoulders. “Shhh, it’s ok Y/N.” and you just buried your head into her pearl-covered neck and cried as she rubbed your back. “All boys are idiots, us girls have to stick together.” She reassured you, and you let out a little chuckle. “And don’t worry, I gave Betty a little piece of my mind before I left.” She said, obviously trying to cheer you up. You heard someone clear their throat from the other side of the bench and looked up only to be met with the person you really did not want to see right now. Jughead. “If you’re here to do some more damage, feel free to leave!” Veronica defended you. Jughead looked slightly taken aback but replied “I’d just like to talk to Kirsty, alone.” Ronnie met your gaze as if questioning you. “It’s ok V.” You told her, and with that she gave you a reassuring smile and left the two of you alone.

Jughead took her place on the bench and looked down at his hands as if anticipating what to say. “Y/N I’m sorry” was all he could manage. You stayed silent. “I had no idea you felt that way.” He told you, and you chuckled, wiping a twat from your left cheek. “Well now you do, not that it changes anything.” But Jughead began to shake his head furiously, turning so that he was facing you. “No it changes everything!” He said, catching your attention. “It changes everything because I was only with Betty to get over you because you are too good for me! You always have been Y/N.” when you remained silent, Jughead took that as his cue to continue. “I did it because I thought you’d never feel the same about me. I love you Y/N.” And his hand moved to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, enjoying it whilst it was there. “You’re so perfect, and I’ve never felt about anyone, the way I do about you. I love you.” He repeated, and you rested your forehead against his, hastily bringing your lips together. They swam the distance between one another and began to move in sync. Fireworks erupted in your stomach and slowly your broken heart began to mend. Jughead was kissing you. The boy you’d been in love with for as long as you could remember, and suddenly everything was ok again. You pulled apart due to the need for air, and you assumed the position resting your foreheads against each other again, short breaths escaping both of you. “I love you too” you told him, and his face flooded with the biggest smile you’d ever seen, a sort of relief filing his eyes, along with a couple of tears. He planted a kiss on your forehead and you curled into his side, inhaling his familiar scent. “I will never hurt you again Y/N, I promise.” And you believed him.

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Shopping Disasters - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by mischiefstydia

Summary: Stiles takes (Y/N) shopping after ruining her favourite jeans and tells a douche to fuck off.

Warnings: Swearing (just a lil).


Scott and I were sitting at a table in the cafeteria discussing how we were going to go about the new threat in Beacon Hills. He was struggling to come up with something which meant as always he’d come to me for help. Although I wasn’t the smartest in the group, I was one of if not the most determined. That was something I loved about myself. No matter what, I’d never give up. There was always a way. 

“Well, what if I distract them by pretending that one of them is killing me but its secretly like Liam dressed up and then I can attack them when they aren’t factoring me into their plan and they’ve forgotten about me.” I suggest.

“No, too many things could go wrong. You’re scent might give it away somehow too. Theres a big difference between the smell of alive and dead people.”

“Yeah, but only after they’ve started decomposing.” 

“How can you talk about something like that without even looking disturbed.” Scott shifted uncomfortably.

“Scott, come on. You’re the one thats going out and smelling this and fighting these guys all the time. Surely a conversation like this doesn’t scare you that bad.” I say matter of factly as he screws his face up. I giggle which quickly stops as I hear Stiles calling out for us and running towards us and then feeling his lunch splatter all over my pants. I gasp loudly and freeze trying to wrap my head around what had happened. 

“Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” I laugh slightly in disbelief. 

“That was my favourite pair of jeans.” 

“I’ll buy you some more! I promise.” I start wiping myself off and laughing.

“No, its fine Stiles. Don’t stress. Lydia always has a spare set of clothes on her anyways.”


“What? Where’s the rest of it?” I ask shocked. 

“It’s a skirt, (Y/N); not a thong.” She rolls her eyes with a playful smile. 

“And this?!”

“A crop top?” 

“Never mind, I’ll just wear the spaghetti stained clothes.”

“Uh, uh. Not on my watch. A good friend would never let you walk around wearing that. Go get changed.” She says as she throws me her clothes. I look at her skeptically before she makes a ‘shoo’ sign and I throw my head back playfully exaggerating. 


“(Y/N)!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see Stiles running towards me. “I just wanted to let yo- oh shit” I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“What?” 

“You’re um… outfit.”

“Yeah, it’s Lydia’s spare. I didn’t realise it would be… well this.”

“No, no, no. You look good- It looks good. Uh-anyway, I double checked with Scott and he said that he’s working tonight so he doesn’t need any help with, y’know.” He says as he lifts his hands and does the worst impression I’d ever seen. I giggled and he quickly stopped. “So, uh if you want, like you don’t have to, but I was just thinking, I could take you out. Like to the shops. To go… shopping. Because I ruined your jeans. And-”

“If you stop talking then yes.” I laugh and he nods furiously. 


“Thanks by the way. And you know what, I think the jeans you got me are even better than the ones I already had.” I smiled as we sat down in the food court.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my fault you lost them in the first place. I just have to quickly go pee so I’ll be right back.” He says as he walks off taking his phone.

“Hey there, little lady. Did your boyfriend leave you?” A guy who was obviously in college came over wearing his frat jumper and a dumb snapback cap. 

“Oh, no. He’s not my boyfriend.” I say as I think of Stiles and smile a little. We definitely had something but nothing had happened as of yet.” 

“Oh, really?” He smirks as he sits down in Stile’s seat.

“Oh, sorry but my friends coming back so you can’t really sit there.” He ignores what I say and picks a fry up off of my plate. I quickly send a text to Stiles saying ‘SOS’. “I suggest you put that fry back where it was.” He smirks and winks at me as he takes a bite out of it and puts the rest on my plate. I immediately stand up and lean over the table. 

“What are you gonna do, sweetheart?” I angrily glare at him and next thing I know I had punched him in the face. 

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?!” I heard Stiles say as he quickly strode towards the table. “What happened?” He asks confused to the guy sitting in his spot. 

“This psycho bitch hit me!” Stiles looked at him with the most disgusting look I had ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible for Stiles to even appear that angry but if looks could kill then this asshole would be six feet under.

“Fuck off.” He said lowly. My eyes widened as Stiles rarely ever said that word.

“Excuse me?” 

“Fuck. Off.” He said slightly louder but so intensely angry that the guy quickly stood up and walked off. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He hugs me.

“It’s not you’re fault. And I think I took care of him pretty well.” I smirked as I rubbed my knuckles thinking about the punch. 

“Thats my girl.” He said without thinking and swung his arm around my shoulder. I froze for a second before easing into it. I picked up my bag and Stiles and I walked like that all the way back to his jeep. “Home?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“Let’s go on an adventure.” I smile. Stiles returns the gesture and we drive out to the forest where we then walk through it for the next hour or so just feeling complete with one another’s company. 


Time to go write my 4 Literature essays! wooo! :/

John’s return.

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!reader (Wincest), John
Word count : 2,183
Author : Mel
Warnings : WINCEST!, Smut, cheating.

Part 3 of The Winchester Curse.



You were sitting in a bar across from Dean, nursing a beer. “I am sorry Dean..” You told him for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Would you stop?” His eyes met yours. “I get it. I get why he did it. I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re mad at him though.”

He sighed. “But not for doing it.” He looked down at his beer. “I wish he had talked to me first. I wouldn’t have said no, he knows I wouldn’t have. I’d do anything for him. I tried to talk to him before I left, but he’d barely let me in. I felt like shit, felt like I destroyed us for not seeing how he felt.”

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Dirty Mouth II

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Characters: Jon Moxley (or Dean Ambrose, its more Mox era though) x OC/Reader

Summary: Mox wants more and OFC isn’t quite sure. Follow on from my original Dirty Mouth fic, you don’t need to read the other one, but that one is a bit smuttier if that’s your thaaaang.

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex.

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Fuck You Logan, Fuck You

Warning: cussing, SMUT, orgasm denial, UNPROTECTED SMUT (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Daddy kink and handcuffs, if i forgot something let me know

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x reader, Remy LeBeau, Bobby, Rogue, Charles Xavier

A/n:This took me what feels like forever to write. It seems I can never do a fic with Logan without Remy in it. This is the longest smut I’ve written (4428 words, HOLY SHIT) and I really hope I did Logan justice. Plus thank you to @a-lonely-string for the inspiration for this since we were talking about him over the past few days and @petlaufeyson for recommending another song to add to my smut writing play list, IT REALLY HELPED. If you’re not a Logan girl, after this you may be one. Sorry not sorry. If anyone has anything negative about this, COME TO ME or FUCK OFF! I didn’t edit this because I tend to do it while I write.

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Originally posted by such-ass

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               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” You stormed off towards your room in the mansion. You lived in the mansion longer than Logan did and you sure as hell lived just as long as he has. You both were pretty much immortal but lately he didn’t think so. At the moment you hated him, you hated him because you were trying to do your job. A job that you do pretty damn well, might you add, but still. He tried to prevent you from saving a group of young mutants before the government tried to kill them. “Fucking Logan. God, he pisses me the fuck off.”

               “I haven’t heard such a beautiful woman talk like that, Cherie.” Remy stood at your door looking in at you as you stood there in your uniform pants and your black lace bra.

               “What the fuck do you want, Rem. Can I try to relax before you start trying to flirt with me?” You looked at him. You were pissed and he could see it.

               “What did he do this time?” He tried to step closer but all you did was growled at him, making him stop almost all movement. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in surrender. “He must have done something stupid to turn such a kitten into a lion.” He was still going to try to flirt with you. Knowing what your abilities were. Super human strength, shift into a feline (ranging from cat to lion), healing like Logan, and everything that comes with being a feline.

               “Really Rem. I swear he thinks that just because I’m a few years younger means I’m fucking fragile or something. We both are mutants, right?” You look up at him as you walked over to your dresser. Remy nodded his head as his answer. “Why can’t he see that I’m a big girl and don’t need daddy fucking me over every fucking chance he gets.”

               “The two of you should just sleep together and get it over with.” He smirked at you as you pulled a clean pair of panties and a huge shirt from your dresser. Tossing them on your bed.

               “You know what Rem, fuck off. Better yet, go the hell away so I can try to relax.” Remy shook his head and turned from your room and walked down the hall, probably to go flirt with one of the other teachers or bug Logan. You didn’t care, you just wanted to relax.

               You walked into your bathroom and opted to run a bath instead of a shower. Dealing with a man that healed just as quickly as you and a temper of a five year who had their candy taken from them, you needed a bath. You added some bath oils to the water that you knew would help with your muscles and your stress levels. The smells of lavender, blueberry and a hint of sugar cookie (a slight weakness of yours) filled the room. You stripped the rest of the way down, tossing the rest of your uniform into your room landing somewhere with a thud. Not that you cared at the moment.

               You slipped into the relaxing hot water and leaned your head against the back of the tub. You relished in the heat sinking into your muscles and the scents that filled the room helped you start to relax. You had managed to let your eyes drift shut as you laid there, calming and finally relaxing.

 

*Logan’s POV*

 

               “Fuck you Logan. FUCK YOU.” (Y/n) stormed off, her ass looked amazing as she did. ‘God, get a grip with yourself Logan. She now hates you.’ I walked into Charles’ office.

               “She doesn’t hate you, Logan. She’s just pissed, give her some time then go talk to her.” He didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. “If you stopped treating her the way you do. You two would be the perfect team again.”

               “How I treat her. She almost got killed.”

               “Do you honestly think that will happen, Logan?”

               What the fuck was he talking… Fuck she has pretty much the same mutation as I do. I’ve been a dick for no damn fucking reason.

               “I take it you realized something.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Like I said, give some time to cool off and then go talk to her.” I nodded my head and walked away.

               I walked up to my room, closing the door behind me I stripped off my uniform and pulled on something comfortable. I walked down to the kitchen, food sounded great at the moment. Gambit was sitting at the table with looked like his cards.

               “What the hell did you do to our little kitten that she would nearly scratch me?” He kept messing with his cards as I dug through the fridge. “The two of you should really fuck and get it over with. The sexual tension between you and Cherie is driving most of us insane.” I placed some food on the counter and looked at him. “Don’t look at me like that, Logan. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

               “We had to rescue a few groups of kids and she tried to throw herself in front a small group of kids but I pulled her back and I took most of the blast, which apparently pissed her off. I totally forgot her mutation is like mine.” My gaze dropped to the food in front of me.

               “Now that somewhat explains why she was pissed. From the sound of it, you tend to do that a lot.”

               “What do you mean from the sound of it? What the hell did she say?” I looked up at him, getting pissed again.

               He got up from his seat and walked towards the door. “She said something like she’s a big girl and not needing daddy fucking her over ever chance or something like that. I couldn’t pay much attention, she was standing there in half her uniform and a black lace bra.” I don’t know why but thinking of her calling me daddy was a bit of a turn on. Thank god for the counter in front of me.

               Before I could say anything, he was out the damn door. God, she was going to be the death of me but first I need to see what (Y/n) meant when she called me daddy. I could feel the smirk on my face. I sat down and ate my food, giving her some time to cool off.

 

*Normal POV*

 

               You felt better now that you were able to relax. The water had cooled off to the point it was getting cold. You sat up and got out of the tub then quickly dried off. You loved that the bath relieved your stress but you knew it would never fix the problem know as Logan. Thinking of him right now caused a headache that you didn’t need or want. You stepped out of your bathroom and low and behold, guess who’s sitting on your bed. Logan. You groaned at the sight of him leaning against the back of the door. His big muscular arm crossed over his broad chest as he just stood there with his eyes now trained on you since you opened your bathroom door.

               “UGH, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” You didn’t pay notice that he was now looking you over. “Did you come to fuck up my night as well, Logan?” He smirked at you. ‘Why the hell was he smirking?’

               “I came to apologize for earlier.” You looked up at him with shock.

               “Wow the infamous Wolverine wants to apologize.” You rolled your eyes at him as you walked over to your bed, his eyes followed your ass as you walked. You could feel him staring at you. What you weren’t expecting was that he stood up straight and walked over to you. You were facing your bed when you felt his hands on your hips.

               “Yes, sweetheart, I’m trying to apologize. I admit I don’t do it often.”

               “But?” You had a bit of sarcasm in your voice and he clearly heard it.

               “There is no buts the only but I want is yours.” You turned around and looked into his eye. You almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Remy told me what you said earlier.” What did Rem tell him? He leaned in and placed his soft lips to your shoulder. “The only fucking over Daddy’s going to do is fucking you over and over tonight.” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your mind was piecing together what was happening. Of course you’ve thought of riding this man like the beast he is or how amazing it would feel to have him coming at you from behind. You bit your lip in hopes to hold back a moan.

               You let your hands travel up his arms until they reached his shoulders. Your fingers started playing with the hair at the base of his neck as you felt his teeth against your neck. You moaned as he bit down harder. You instantly ripped off his shirt, gaining a growl from deep in his chest. His hands traveled down to the backs of your thighs. He mumbled jump against your neck and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You instantly felt how hard he was and ground down on him causing you both to moan. One of his hands slid up to your ass and gave it a rough squeeze, pulling a loud moan from your lips as your head fell back. He laid you down on your bed then stepping away from you. He walked over to your night stand and opened the top drawer, he was somewhat shocked to see a pair of handcuffs in there but he knew you well enough that you had a few kinks up your sleeve.

               “Logan.” He looked down at you with a half-smile.

               “Nah uh, you get to call me daddy baby girl.” You had to rub your thighs together, the way he sounded when he spoke made you wet. He reached down and grabbed your hands, raising them above your head and cuffing them to your head board. To say you were shocked would have been a lie, you were more turned on more than anything.

               “So, daddy, how long have you thought of doing this?” You tried to keep your voice seductive especially with the word daddy. You saw him twitch under his sweat pants. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight before you.

               “You have no idea baby girl.” He smirked down at you as he walked to the end of your bed. He stood there for a moment, admiring how you were laid out for him on your bed. You looked up at him, admiring his hard chiseled chest. You bit your lip as seductively as possible in hopes he would do something. He gave you a slight smirk before he dropped his sweats and crawled half way up the bed. You felt his breath on your legs as he crawled up. You thought you knew what he was going to do but it didn’t happen. He peppered kisses along the tops of your thighs and from time to time he would bite down on your soft flesh, pulling soft moans from you. At times you thought he would bite hard enough to draw blood, not that you were complaining. His hands slowly worked their way up your thighs, slowly pushing them open so he could see every inch of you. Logan let out an animalistic growl once you were completely open to him.

               He let himself be taken over by animal instincts and dove into you. His tongue made contact with your clit, making you moan loudly and causing you to pull at your restraints. Your head fell back against the pillow as he inserted a single finger. Moving it slowly in and out of you, dragging the pleasure out as much as possible. You bucked your hips up which caused him to lay his other hand across your lower abdomen pinning you in place. You needed more friction than what he was giving you.

               “Daddy” You softly panted out softly, causing him to look up at you. “If you don’t pick up the pace, I’m not going to have to explain to Hank how a pair of Vibranium handcuffs broke.” He eyes went full blown with lust. He added another finger and started to pick up the pace, quickly.

               “Is that better, baby girl?” He smirked up at you as you threw your head back on a loud moan. Your back arched off the bed as his lips attached themselves back onto your clit. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as his fucked you with his hand. He took his fingers away causing you to whimper at the loss but moaned even louder as he slid his tongue into you. The pleasure was almost unbearable, he could tell you were close. “Cum baby girl. Cum for daddy.” With that your body shook, your orgasm raking through your body like a tidal wave. His tongue was buried deep inside you, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your body had become sensitive, you felt every hair on his face against your legs. You moaned softly as he gave you one last lick before making his way up your body. Kissing and biting along your stomach and all around each breast. Taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it pulling wanton moans from your lips. His hands slid up your body, one taking your lonely breast while the other laid on your hip. You felt want and need build back up as he took your other nipple into his mouth. He mumbled something about being a good girl. He continued up your chest to your collar bone, nibbling along the bone and up the side of your neck. He sucked on your neck, leaving dark spots that would soon fade. “You’re such a good girl for daddy.”

               His hand slid up and into your hair, pulling it back hard causing your head to snap back and a moan escaping your lips. You felt him twitch against your thigh, a bead of pre-cum slipped from the slit and was spread across the top of your thigh. You raised your hips slightly, grinding up against him pulling a groan from him. Logan pulled back from your neck and gave you an evil smirk. He repositioned himself where if he was to grind down, the head of his cock would push against your clit. Then that was exactly what he did, pulling a loud moan from your lips. You bucked your hips just to feel the pressure against your clit again, making the man above you groan as he drops his head.

               “Daddy please.” Your voice was breathy.

               “Please what, baby girl.” His voice was low and husky which only made you need him even more.

               “I need you.” He looked down at you releasing your hair and gripped himself. He lined himself up to your core and slowly pushed in. You moaned at the sensation of being stretched. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he continued to push into you. His head fell to the crook of your neck as he bottomed out, groaning at the sensation of you completely surrounding him warm and tight. He stayed still for a moment, causing you discomfort was furthest from his mind. “Fuck.” Panting as you bucked your hips up, taking him in even further. He took this as a sign as to start moving. He pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside you then slamming back into you. You screamed in pleasure as you pulled on your restraints. This only spurred him on, fucking you harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, causing you to whine at the loss of him inside you. “What the fuck?” You barely able to breathe out.

               “I’m planning on taking you in more than one position, sweetheart.” His voice husky as his breathe fanned over your skin as he uncuffed you from the headboard. You sat up and as you did, Logan managed to get both your wrists behind your back and cuffed them in place. You looked up at him in disbelief while he just smirked down at you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and your legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He walked you over to your dresser and sat you on top, pulling your ass to the edge then sliding back into you. You both moaned loudly as he slammed back into you. His hands gripping your hips as your head falls into the crock of his neck, your lips found the skin there and your teeth bit down hard causing him to thrust harder into you. You swore the force he used would cause the dresser to move but it didn’t, you were extremely glad that the dresser didn’t budge as Logan fucked into you.

               You felt that knot in your stomach grow tight again. Winding tighter with every thrust, with every sound that fell from his lips. You were closer to cumming this time and he decides to pull out. You groaned in protest and whimpered in loss of him again. He had a wicked smirk on his face and you knew right then you were in for a long night. He instantly flipped you over, your chest was now lying flat on top of your dresser. He spread your legs a little then gripped your hips with a bruising force causing you to whimper. Your head laid on the dresser as you looked back at him, sending him your own smirk.

               “Don’t get too comfortable being in charge right now Daddy because once these,” you wiggle your cuffed hands, “I’m going to show you just who’s in charge.” Just then he slammed into you from behind causing you to scream in pleasure. God, he felt fucking amazing inside you.

               “Is that so, baby girl?” His breathe fluttered against your ear. He started thrusting in and out of you as his grip tightened slightly, causing you to moan loudly with every thrust. You felt one of his hands leave your hip and tangled into your hair, pulling back slightly making your sounds echo off the wall in front of you. That was when you felt a sting on your ass. You whimpered when he spanked you again. You bucked your hips back causing him to go deeper than ether of you thought was possible. Logan growled as he started to really thrust into you. You were quickly reaching your high again, you were starting to contemplate on begging him for release. With one final hard thrust, Logan stilled for a moment. You could feel how hard he still was and you knew he wasn’t done with you. He pulled out of you, again. Without a word, he picked you up and carried you back to the bed. Setting you down on your knees. You looked up at him slightly confused and panting. All he did was kneel down behind you. You felt his hands on you, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He gently pushed you down so your shoulders were on the mattress and your face felt the cool sheets of your bed, giving you some relief to your over heated skin. He then pushed into you again. You were starting to get sensitive and moaned as he slid in. Your arousal was dripping down the sides of your legs and all over him as he began to thrust into you again. You managed to force your ass back as he thrusted forward causing him to moan loud. The sounds of skin slapping skin, his moans and groans, and the sounds you were making filled the room. Logan was getting close to his release and so were you.

               He then did something that you were expecting, he uncuffed you. You smirked as you moaned with pleasure as he fucked into you. Your hands landing on the bed and you pushed yourself up. With the added leverage of your arms, you threw yourself back into him. You heard him swear as you started taking control of things. You started to thrust yourself back into him and you felt him stop moving. You kept this up for a while, his hands landing on your hips as you fucked yourself on him. Before he could register what was going on, you pulled yourself off him whimpering slightly as the feeling of being empty surged through you. You turned and looked at him.

               “I told you Daddy, once the cuffs come off I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” You smirked at him as you pushed him onto his back. You climbed up onto him, biting into his neck as you grabbed his cock and lined him up to your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, causing him to grip your ass tightly and a string of cuss words falling from his lips. You released his neck as you sat up, moaning at the action. You raised up slightly and slowly moved back down. Logan’s head fell back onto the bed, he was going to burst at any moment and you knew it. So you decide to take mercy on him. You started to move a bit faster, every time you would roll your hips or raise up you would do it harder and faster than the last time. You ran your nails down his chest. Anger red lines followed, some even bleed a little but healed quickly. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter and you knew you were close to your peak with the sounds that Logan was making he was too. You ran a hand down your body and started rubbing on your clit with the perfect pressure. Your orgasm raked through your body, hard. You came on a scream of his name. You clamped down hard on him, pulling him over the edge with you. His nails digging into you as he shot himself into you and started to fuck up into you, prolonging both of your orgasms. You leaned forward, placing your head in the crock of his neck. One of his hands slid up your back and stopped at the base of your neck, holding you to him as you both came down from your highs.

               You slowly and carefully raised yourself up and off of him then flopping onto the bed next to him. He placed a kiss to the top of your head before he got up and walked over to your bathroom. You faintly heard the sink turn on then off. Logan came back with a washcloth and cleaned you up before laying back down next to you, pulling you back into his chest. Your hand rested on his chest and you started to mess with his chest hair. He started carding his hand through your hair and your eyes started to droop. Moments later, the both of you fell asleep.

               The next morning you woke up still in his arms. To be honest, it was the best night’s sleep you ever got. You barely managed to get out of the bed without waking Logan, you knew he was a bear to deal with when he is woken up before he woke up himself. You relieved yourself before pulling on a pair of panties and a large shirt that you think you stole from Logan on a mission a few years back without him knowing. You slipped out of your room quietly and made your way down to the kitchen. Remy sat at the table along with Bobby and Rogue, all of them with smiles on their faces.

               “You guys seem to be in a good mood this morning.” You looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing that it was only 9 in the morning.

               “We are.” Remy got up and walked over to you. “How did you sleep last night, Cherie?” He leaned in close to your ear.

               “I slept great last night, Rem.” You smirked at him as you moved to make yourself a bowl of cereal.

               “Oh really, Cherie? Mind if I ask why?” He smirked back at you.

               “I’m not telling you, Rem. You don’t need to know.” You grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured some over your cereal. You grabbed a spoon before walking over to the table and sat down next to Rogue. “Besides, it won’t stop you from flirting with me.” Rogue giggled and Bobby rolled his eyes.

               “Really?” Remy cocked his eyebrow at you. “Have you seen Logan? He is normally up by now.”

               “I have and I’m not telling you where.” You chuckled as you ate your breakfast.

               Logan walked into the kitchen in his sweats from last night. You were so glad that you both heal quickly, you didn’t need Remy giving you an even harder time than he already does. Remy looks at him then back at you and smiles. It was like something clicked in his mind.

               Once you finished your breakfast, you walked over to the sink where Logan just happened to be. You felt his hand on your ass as you placed your bowl in the sink. Bobby and Rogue got up from their seats and left. Remy still had a smirk on his face.

               “You two finally did it, didn’t you?”

               “What makes you think that, Rem?” You looked up at him and you couldn’t keep a smile off your face.

               “Finally!” He grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Logan alone.

               Logan pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up and placed your lips to his. He squeezed your butt causing you to squeal a little.

               “You know, I’m glad that Hank sound proofed my room.” Logan looked down at you almost confused. “You couldn’t hear a stadium full of fans screaming in my room.” The look of confusion faded into a wicked smile.

               “You mean we can do last night all day?”

               “Since it’s Saturday and there are no classes to teach, yes.” As the last word barely left your lips, Logan threw you over his shoulder and walked you back towards your room.