i love any way he moves his body

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Part: 2/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. 
A/N: This inspired by this Sinful Sundaypost. I worked really hard on this, hope you guys like it. This might be the last part but I can’t be sure. I wrote this listening to Etta James - At Last if you want to listen. Make sure you come and let me know what you guys think!
Word count : 1,754 


Bucky stopped in his tracks the moment his eyes fell on you.

“Y/N?”


It was as if the cracks in your heart had been filled. The moment your name passed his lips, you pushed through the darkness of longing to the surface of hope with a sharp intake of breath.  

He stood still, eyes locked with yours. His chest heaved with adrenaline and uncertainty yet his eyes remained unmoved. You took a slow step forward, finding your voice you called his name softly.

“Bucky”

His eyes closed, jaw clenched slightly. “You even sound like her” his voice was low and mostly to himself. Titling your head curiously, you realised his dilemma. The time that had passed between you had caused him to believe you were but a trick being played by his mind. Sadness clenched at your heart but still you stepped closer.

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Enmity

Bucky Barnes Series
-Your attraction to the brooding Winter Soldier is instant, but when you overhear him talking badly about your appearance those feelings of desire quickly turn to hate.

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Part Six- End.

You told Nat and Wanda everything that had happened that evening, hating the exchange of knowing looks between the pair that only deepened your sense of confusion.

“What are those faces for?!” You screeched, pulling at your hair. “What is going on here?!”

Nat shook her head and Wanda laughed into her hand. “It’s nothing, Y/N. Let’s just focus a minute here.” Wanda nodded and agreed. “Yes, you clearly don’t have the feelings that you thought you had for Steve, so the first thing you have to do is talk it out with him.” You looked at the pair of them, unable to hide the look of dread that ensconced your features. “It’s for the best, Y/N. It’ll get rid of any awkwardness between the two of you, and you know give you a clear head to think about any other feelings you might have for some people.. maybe-”

“Speak to Steve.” Nat cut off, shooting a warning glance at Wanda. You frowned at them, “What are you talking about Wanda? Any feelings I might have? I don’t like Steve, we just established that.”

Wanda smiled a small smile but spoke carefully under Nat’s watchful gaze. “It’s not Steve I’m talking about.” She giggled, watching your face transform into a picture of shock.

“Well I don’t like you either!” You spluttered, causing the pair of girls to explode into laughter. You groaned and let your face fall into your hands, having had no success in shedding a bit of light on the situation. “I’ll go speak to Steve.” You mumbled, hefting yourself up and traipsing away from the intrusive sounds of laughter.

You texted him to meet you in your bedroom in ten minutes and he responded with a quick ‘Ok’, so you busied yourself with tidying your room and making yourself look presentable. You forced down the rising feeling of nervousness that threatened to consume you by playing a bit of music in the background, and before too long there was a soft knock at the door.

“Come in.” You called, fiddling with the stereo and not paying Steve much attention as he awkwardly stepped, concealing something behind his back. You turned to face him with an uneasy smile, only to have it be replaced with a look of shock. As it wasn’t Steve at all- but Bucky.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice almost a whisper. Bucky cleared his throat and presented the bowl of freshly cut mangoes he’d been concealing behind his back. “I think we need to talk.” Your eyes flitted from the fruits to the tentative looking Winter Soldier as your mind whirred, thinking back on the conversation you’d had with Nat and everything that had transpired in the past few days. “This isn’t a good time actually I just asked Steve to-”

“Steve’s the one that told me to come.” Bucky said, interrupting you with a smile that wavered as he spoke. “And- and Nat.” He laughed, placing the mangos down on your lap. “Can I sit?” You nodded and watched, utterly transfixed as he sat down next to you on the bed. What the hell had been going on? Why did Steve tell him to come down? Why had Bucky been speaking to Nat about you? Why was the man you despised most in the world sat on your bed with you, smiling? And why were you letting him?

“I’m sorry-” you stuttered, “But what are you doing in my room?”

Bucky huffed and shoved a piece of mango into his mouth. “Shouldn’t tal wih mouf full.” He slurred, acting apologetic. You narrowed your eyes at his awful stall tactic but chewed on a mango slice as you waited anyway. The few seconds it took for Bucky to swallow the fruit seemed to be enough for him to collect his thoughts as he turned to you abruptly.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

You choked a little on the mango, taken aback by his question.

“What?”

“I want to know- why did you take such a disliking towards me in the first few seconds you met me.” Bucky asked again, his eyes staring into yours which grew cold as you thought back.

“I really needed to pee.” You said, earning a confused look but not bothering to communicate your meaning. “But the ladies room was full so I hid in the guy’s bathroom and went about my business. But as I was about to head out-” Bucky groaned as you spoke, apparently recalling the events and conversation that occurred during that first day you’d met. “Being hidden in the cubicle, I was able to overhear every little thing you had to say about me.”

“Y/N, I-”

“Not that hot, nothing special- "bet 2 bucks I can get her to go home with me tonight.”“ You recited, holding Bucky in your steely gaze. "That was actually the first encounter we had. And I learnt a lot about you in those first few minutes that helped me decide how to treat you- how you deserved to be treated in those next few moments we’d meet face to face.” You finished, licking the sweet juices left on your fingers by the mango you’d just consumed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Bucky mumbled, looking ashamed, which you found strange. “For what? It’s hardly like we’re best friends, you don’t need to apologise now. There’s no need.” Bucky winced at your words, grasping your hand in his- much to your horror- as you snatched it back. “What are you doing?” You hissed, standing up, ready to send him out your room.

“Y/N I like you.” Bucky breathed out, staring at you with such an intensity that the thought he was joking didn’t even cross your mind.

“What?” You repeated, for what felt like the thousandths time. “That makes no sense- whatsoever!”

Bucky groaned and rubbed at the back of his neck, matching your tone of disbelief. “I know! I know it doesn’t- but I do! I really fucking like you and it’s so goddamn confusing because I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you too.”

“Ditto.” You interrupted without thinking, exchanging smiles with the nervous man before you, easing the tension ever so slightly. The next time he reached for your hand, you let him. You didn’t know why, but whatever was happening you were seemingly ok with it. You could feel his eyes on your skin, a thoughtful look enveloping his features as you grew sombre.

“I didn’t mean what I said back then.” Bucky sighed, pulling you nearer to him. “I was just being a jerk, I was trying to stop the guys from showing an interest in you and I kinda felt threatened by the way Steve looked at you. I was- I was trying to keep you all to myself but, but we both know how that turned out.” You laughed a little and he looked up at you, a hopeful smile dying to be released. “Kinda had the opposite effect, hu?” You quipped.

Bucky went to pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, from where he was sat but you resisted. “I-I think this is-”

“A bit unexpected..” Bucky acknowledged. “I actually only just realised how-how I /felt/ for you rather, well, super recently. I think it took for you getting shot right in front of me to realise that if I lost you I would- I would freaking lose my mind.” You inhaled sharply at the revelation, noting how difficult it must be for Bucky to be opening up to you like he was, his eyes cast down and a red hue clouding his cheeks. “Talk about too little too late though, hu? But I- I visited you whilst you were out and Tony said- Tony said you’d be fine.. So I figured maybe I could give it a shot- pun not intended- at just you know, telling you how I felt at least. So I went down to the gym at the time you usually headed down there to do cardio and instead I saw-” this time it was your turn to groan, and you wrapped Bucky’s body in yours, making the move of intimacy he was too afraid to go for. His arms found your waist as you wrapped your hands around his head, playing with his hair from your standing position. “I saw Steve and you- kissing- and I thought it was too late but then you- and I almost- but Nat told me and and so I told Steve and they sort of arranged this whole thing and now.. here we are.”

“Here we are..” you echoed, twirling a few pieces of his hair in between your fingers. He looked up then, hopeful, and your heart skyrocketed in your chest, so loud that you worried he would hear it banging against your ribcage.

He whispered your name before you both leaned in and touched lips in what felt like an explosion of colour and emotion. You were quick to lace your hands in his hair, tugging moans of pleasure from his lips. You pushed him backwards and lay your body atop his on the bed, unthinking, but moved entirely by your intermingling sense of passion. His hands cupped your ass and pushed your closer towards him, causing you to arch your back. Your senses were dialled to a hundred and you were driven wild by the way he bit your lip and moaned your name, the hot and heavy breaths that were exchanged between kisses. The moment shared more intensity than either of you had experienced in any of your wildest embraces.

“I love you.” He gasped, pulling apart a moment to look you in the eye as he professed to you the ultimate truth. As you stared at him with your eyes wide and your lips swollen and your heart beating a mile a minute you realised what you had known all along, what everyone had known- and suddenly it all made sense.

“I love you too.”  


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You’re the One (Kylo Ren x reader)

Word Count: 5246

Summary: After being stranded on a planet, Kylo Ren meets you. You let him stay in your house with you until he can find a way off the planet in the hopes he wouldn’t come back and kill everyone. You eventually fall in love with him, and he feels the same way. 

Author’s note: I wrote this about a year ago, and I just reread it recently. I honestly forgot about this one-shot, and I was inspired to finish it. I didn’t remember anything that I wrote so it was like reading someone else’s work lol how come my recent writing style has degraded in beauty

This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, so I hope you like it as much as I do. Oh, and Han Solo isn’t dead, this is kind of an alternate universe. (Don’t worry about your requests not being written, I’m in the middle of writing them, some will be longer than others).

Warnings: None


Ben Solo’s dark brown eyes were filled with complete tender affection as he raised his hand to lightly caress your cheek. A small smile formed on your face as you milked the moment as it lasted. The both of you were peacefully resting underneath the starlight that illuminated the gorgeous meadow that surrounded you.

The stars shone bright but just so softly that you didn’t injure your eyes when you gazed upon their magnificence. The field was filled with little beautiful flowers.Their light pastel petals were withdrawn into small ovals, because of the lack of sunlight. The underside of the flowers were a tint lighter than the sun-kissed side, and they slightly glowed in the dark atmosphere.

The usually lit up village houses were now dead; silent and nothing but still shadows. The locals were having lovely dreams of what was to come, what had occurred in the past, or what could have happened. In their subconscious lives, they missed the calm warm breeze that ruffled the leaves of nearby trees. The peaceable stop in time.

You raised your hand to graze over the warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes were saturated with raw emotion for the man sitting adjacent to you. Kylo Ren was your one true soulmate. He wasn’t exactly sinless, but neither were you. You both could deal with his baggage, his fears, and his weaknesses together since the weight of the things he’s done were all too heavy for one person to carry around. You were the one who looked past it all; the one who gave him another chance. There hadn’t been a day that you regretted your decision.

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In Your Head- Part 5

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 1,601

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.


….“but now I want to show you”.

Jughead looked into your eyes and while he could see that you meant every word, he took a breath for himself. “Maybe we should talk about this first? We haven’t really before…”

You leaned back on the bed and laid next to him. You thought for a moment. He was right, if you were going to do this, you should talk about any other feelings you have. In the same instance of these thoughts, you also couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe he just didn’t want you. “No one will ever love someone like you” - your eyes were closed - and all you could hear were those words in your mother’s voice.

You finally looked back at Jughead, who once again had a look of loving concern in his eyes. “Yeah I guess your right”. You looked away from his eyes and just focused on holding his hand, “I guess, I mean, do you want to with me?”

He pulled your chin having your face looking into his eyes and giving you a reassuring smile, “Of course I do Y/N. I love you”. He paused to kiss you again. “I just want to make sure what this means for us”.

You smiled, feeling better about your thoughts. You hadn’t asked him anything like this next question. “Okay. Well have you ever? Before I mean…”

He gave a laugh, thinking you already knew that answer. “Y/N. You have been all of my firsts so far”.

You were a little surprised. How could anyone else not notice this amazing guy before you?

You smiled. “Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t sure. I mean you’re kind of perfect you know?” 

He gave a soft laugh again. “Yeah well, I don’t think many girls find the name Jughead too attractive….” 

“Perfect for me then”. You smiled again bringing him in to kiss again. His hands moved to your hips, and after your gentle kiss he looked nervous. 

Looking down back to your body, he chalked up his courage to ask you next. “Have you? I mean not what with happened last year….”, he lost his words a bit, “I mean I know that doesn’t….” 

You smiled, now bringing his face to yours. “No, I’ve never made love to anyone before”. You took a pause again, mustering up some courage while knowing what you wanted to say. “So….I love you, you love me, and we both want to do this…is there anything else?” 

“Yeah….”, he hesitated and then bit his lip before saying, “You’re not still drunk right?”. 

You laughed again, “No, no. I am very sure I want this with you. I trust you, don’t worry”. 

 “Okay, but I need you to do something for me…”. He looked back in your eyes grasping the sides of your face with both hands, “If I am hurting you or you feel uncomfortable in ANY way, you have to tell me. Okay? The last thing I’d want….” 

You cut him off, “I promise I will but I’m not worried. A little nervous maybe….but I love you”. 

He smiled again before bringing you in for a heavy kiss. His mouth on your bottom lip, turning into a deeper kiss, his tongue snuck in while moving his hands to your hips. You moved your hands to his neck, moving your body closer to his. Your hands went upwards to his head and you slid off his beanie and started to play with his raven hair. He made a slight groan and paused at the end of this kiss, looking at your body up and down while taking a deep breath. “Stay here for a second, I have to get something…” He kissed you on your forehead before making sure with his eyes that you were going to stay on the bed before hurrying to the door. 

You took a breath to yourself, looking up at the ceiling. You had someone that loved you and cared about you in a way unlike any other. You decided to take the rest of your hair down, which took a little bit as it felt that Kevin had used a hundred bobby pins in your hair. All the while just thinking of how much you loved this guy, this amazing guy that you lucked into. You couldn’t get the smile off your face and you looked up after hearing the door move again. Jughead closed and locked it while coming back to the bed. “Thank goodness for Archie’s room…”, he joked while putting a condom on the nightstand next to the bed. He sat back down next you, you got up slightly. 

 “Come here”. You grabbed a side of his face while bringing him back to your lips again. You kissed him hard and deep, starting slow while moving the pace of your mouth a little faster. His hands moved to your hips again, as he paused from kissing, he looked down staring at your shirt. You gave him a smile and a slight nod and he began to move his hand up it. His hand made it to a cup of your bra and he gave a slight sigh while now kissing your neck. You moved your body on top of his, straddling his hips with your thighs. You lifted the cropped shirt off, tossed it to the side of the room and began to remove your bra while he never left his eyes off of yours. You slid off the straps and tossed the dark bra to the middle of the room and he began to look down. “You’re so beautiful”, he said as his eyes went back to your lips. He once again moved his hands up from your hips and started to caress your left breast. He groaned slightly while bringing your body closer to his, towards the pillow. You began to kiss his neck while your body began to warm all over, you started to grab his hips, your body in-twined with his. 

You began to lift his shirt up, until he paused, lifting his body up a little to help you get it off. With his shirt now off, he began to kiss you all over, starting with your neck. He paused right before his mouth got to your breasts and then dived in. With his mouth on you, you knew you had never felt anything like this feeling. His hands went back up to your neck and his mouth trailed up your body back to your lips. In that moment, you were all his.


You both laid there, under the covers, panting in what was the feeling of ecstasy. You looked back to him, your hands over his chest while looking back up at his face. His brow had a little sweat, but his large smile is what you were focused on. You were still breathing heavily getting the words out, “W-well?” 

“That was…”, he was still catching his breath as well, “amazing”. He brought your lips back to him and smiled while parting them. “I love you Y/N. So much.”

Again, still smiling to him, “I love you too”. 

“How do you feel?”, he was checking in on your emotions again. 

“Different. A little light headed…”, you gave a smirk, “but great. You?” 

“That was the best physical feeling of my life”, his words were honest but the way he spat them out he laughed a little after. You giggled back. 

He thought for second, “also hungry…” 

“When are you not?”. You laughed together before you grabbed one of his flannels from the floor and began to button it. You grabbed your pj bottoms out of your bag. He was watching you every slight second you moved, “what are you doing?” He asked, still with a smile on his face. 

“Making us something to eat of course”. You smiled back. 

“Give me a little bit and I’ll be down there with you, okay?”. He stood up and leaned in for a kiss and grabbed his boxers as well as his beanie before heading towards the bathroom. The smile never left your face as you headed towards the kitchen. You didn’t think this feeling of love would ever end. 

You opened the fridge and grabbed some eggs, then went to the pantry and found some pancake mix. Jughead was walking down the stairs, wearing just his boxers and beanie, walking over to you. The smile was still stuck on his face as well. He came behind you, as you were now mixing eggs in a bowl, and kissed your neck while giving you a slight hug. 

“Can I help?” 

Eyeing the pan next to you, “Yeah put that one on the burner”, and while giving it to him you gave him a peck back. You looked up to the side of the kitchen and saw the clock. It was a little after 2am. You were a little surprised it wasn’t later, as it felt like a very long day. You started in on the pancake mix while Jughead got another pan out. 

At the same instance, you heard the front door open. You both lifted your heads and were welcomed by Archie. He looked at the both of you and smiled. “Heh, well your guys’ night definitely turned around…” He gave a slight eyebrow raise with the statement. 

“Errr well…yeah”, Jughead was messing with the hair under his beanie out of nervousness. You yourself were practically red. You stared back at Jughead, knowing that pancakes wasn’t going to be the end of your night.

Robb x Female Reader

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Imagine passionate sex with Robb Stark in which you adore his ass. 

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Hi!! Could you write a smut robb stark x reader where she love squeezing his pretty butt??

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Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.

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Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

sneaking out?

You were in your room laying on your bed and staring up at the ceiling while music flowed out of your laptop. You were annoyed at your brother Jack. Your parents were out of town for the week and they left you two alone, and although you were 20, just a year younger than your brother, and he still treated you like a child. Like, when you walked downstairs in your outfit, which was just a pair of shorts and a tank top, ready to head over to your friend Andrea’s house for a party she was having, he quickly told you ‘no’ and ‘forbid’ you from going, hiding your keys from you.

You were so annoyed because he was having a bunch of friends over, like Nate, Sammy, John, Gilinksy, Matt, Nash and Hayes. You liked all the guys and were cool and everything, but you just wanted to go to the party. So you decided you were gonna go. All his friends were coming over and they would soon be loud, it’s not like they would hear you climb out your window, and knowing the mood you were in when you last talked to your brother, he wouldn’t bother you, so you decided to just wait until you heard all the boys, knowing their conversations would soon flow through the house, and the music they were bound to play would soon fill the house a bit more too. He wouldn’t even notice you were gone.

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Jack had to stop at the store to pick up some beer and snacks before heading over to the Johnson residence, so he was running a bit late. But when he got there, all the guys greeted him, but Jack didn’t see you anywhere.

“yo, J, where’s Lia?” 

“oh, we got into a bit of a fight, she’s in her room, probably gonna be there all night” Johnson spoke. “you know her.”

“yeah, I’m just gonna go say hi real quick.”

“yeah man! Try to get her to come and hang out with us.” Johnson smiled briefly before turning his attention back to the game of 2k17 he was playing.

Jack made his way down the hall towards your room, the noise from all the guys and the music still pretty loud at this end of the house. Jack knocked on the door, calling out your name. He heard ruffling around in your room, so he opened the door and peaked his head in before stepping in and seeing you halfway out the window.

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“Lia?” you heard, and as you looked up you saw Gilinsky, and a small smile made its way onto your face.

“ummm, hi” you muttered shyly.

Jack closed your bedroom door and walked over to the window and pulled you back in.

“what the hell are you doing?” you asked as Jack stood between you and the window.

“sneaking out? really Lia?” he asked.

“yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, my brother’s an asshole.” you spoke, folding your arms across your chest.

“c’mon, he’s only watching out for you.”

“I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.” you spoke.

“Yeah, but Lia-”

“but nothing. Tell him I’m fine, but I’m going” you spoke, going to walk past Jack and back out the window, but he grabbed you.

“No Lia.”

“Jack just let me go” you fought in his arms.

Jack ended up carrying you a bit and threw you on your bed, straddling you so you couldn’t get up.

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your brother and Jack had been friends since kindergarten, so you grew up Gilinsky, so you and him were pretty close. He was like another older brother for the longest time, like, up until your freshman year of high school, now he was more like a friend.

“Jack Gilinsky, get off me” you tried to push him off, but he wasn’t moving.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head on your pillow, so he was now leaning down, and your guys’ faces’ were closer.

“I’m not getting off you unless you agree to stay.” his breath fanned your face, giving you chills.

“so what? you’re just gonna sit on me all night then?” you raised your brow up at him.

“if that’s what it takes.” he flashed a smile at you that made you smile in return. He had such a gorgeous smile.

“is that a smile on your face?” Jack teased.

“shut up” you laughed.

“you can’t make me” he smiled proudly.

You two were so close, his face just an inch or two away from yours. You were always a little daring, and you thought of something that he wouldn’t expect, something that would catch him off guard.

You lifted your head a bit and caught his lips in between your own. You felt him tense up for a second, but immediately relax. His lips moving against yours.

You got caught up in the moment, and soon your guys’ tongues were slipping into the other’s mouth, fighting for dominance. Jack let go of your hands, moving one down grab your face, his hand moving from your cheek to your jaw, then down along your neck as you two sloppily made out.

You took your hand and placed it over his, and put a little pressure on it, his hand tightening around your neck just a bit. A little bit of choking turned you on. The whole situation turned you on kinda. The fact that someone could walk in at any second. The way his lips felt against yours. The way his hand was around your throat.

“so. are you still thinking about leaving?” Jack mumbled against your lips, moving his along your jaw now.

“mmmm. I’m thinking about it” you teased, loving everything about this.

“well. I think it’s time I give you a reason to stay” he whispered hotly in your ear, his lips grazing against your lobe, giving you chills, yet you felt your body heat up.

Jack started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a little gasp. You arched your back, your hands gripping his shoulders, a moan escaping your lips as you felt his teeth sink into your skin a bit.

Your skin was on fire where Jack’s hand rested against your waist, a small sliver of skin showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. He started to push the bottom of your top up more until you sat up and he pulled it off you, throwing it somewhere in the room, taking a second to admire the black lacy bra you were wearing.

While he stared at your chest, you reached down and tugged his shirt up over his head. And the second his shirt was gone your back was against the bed while Jack was still on top, his lips now attached to your collar bone, a hand sliding under your arched back to unclip your bra, before you took it upon yourself to pull the straps down your arms and throw it across the room as well.

Jack’s hand went from your side up to cup one of your boobs, going to roughly massage it, but that’s when he felt it. Lifting his head from your collar bone he looked down to your boob and then back up at you.

“they’re pierced?” he asked.

“yeah” you let out a shaky little laugh and bit your lip, unsure of how he would feel about that.

“god, that’s hot” he muttered before attaching his lips back onto your skin, making a trail of small little hickies down to your boob, which he made sure to leave a bigger hickie there. Jack licked your nipple before taking it into his mouth, still running his tongue over it and nipping at it a bit.

You loved it. Every single second of it. You loved it even more when, while he had his mouth around your chest, he reached down and undid your shorts, sliding his hand past the waistband and he started to rub you through your panties.

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Jack loved everything about this. He’s honestly always had some sort of thing for you, but he never would have acted on it, but then you kissed him and here you guys were.

But Jack loved how you reacted to his touch, and the way you let out shaky little breaths in his ear or quiet moans of his name. It was driving him mad. He could already feel himself getting harder and harder by the second.

He felt how wet you were through your panties, and as soon as he inserted a finger into you the moan you let out was enough to make him cum right then and there.

Being somewhat constricted by the shorts you still had on though, he quickly removed his finger completely only to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely bare. He sat and stared at you laying there, waiting for him to touch you again somehow, chest littered with small purple marks.

Jack somewhat laid down next to you, turning your face towards his and capturing your lips while his hand reached down in-between your legs. 

He ran a finger along your folds, collecting some of your wetness before he slid two fingers into you, stretching you a bit more. He started to slowly slide them in and out, using his thumb to rub your clit causing you to hum against his lips. 

Soon he started to pick up his pace, and curling his fingers up inside you. Jack loved how into it you were. He was making you feel so good that you started to grind against his fingers, needing more.

“Please. Jack” you gasped as his thumb started rubbing harder circles over your clit while his fingers continued inside of you. He was building you up, and you were so close to being pushed over the edge. Your back arched up off the bed as you reached your climax.

Jack removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth, you immediately taking them into your mouth, sucking whatever juices were left, moaning around his fingers.

Jack looked at you and he admired you. You were so beautiful, and the way your mouth was wrapped around his fingers, and the way your tongue moved along them was making Jack hard.

“so was that the reason why I should stay?” you teased, “because I’m still thinking I should leave” you smirked, only to have Jack laugh and climb over top of you again, immediately pushing his lips against yours.

You reached down and fumbled with Jack’s sweats, trying to push them down, Jack smiling against your lips and reaching down to help you get his pants off, which wasn’t as smooth as either of you planned, causing you to let out a little giggle and Jack to just roll his eyes, but nevertheless he had a smile on his face.

The two of you looked at each other, and your hands around the back of his neck gently pulled his face down to yours, not that he resisted at all, and your lips met his.

As the two of you sloppily made out you felt his tip at your entrance causing you to let out a little whine against his lips. Jack smiled against your lips, one of his hands reaching down to guide him in.

He pushed in slowly, causing you to let out a little gasp as he filled you up completely.

Jack’s head dipped down into the crevice of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He slowly started to thrust in and out, having him stretch your walls in a completely satisfying way.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to pick up his pace. You let out a few shaky breaths with each thrust, and Jack let out low grunts in your ear.

You pulled Jack’s face back up to yours, locking your guys’ lips together, moaning against each other’s lips.

You felt so good around Jack. He was practically losing his mind. You were so tight around him, and you kept clenching around him.

You arched your back up off the bed as Jack thrusted harder, causing you to gasp as he hit your g-spot. A steady series of shaky little moans left your mouth as Jack kept thrusting harder.

You were close. With Jack’s thrusts getting harder, faster, and deeper, you were right on the edge ready to be pushed over.

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge. Eyes rolling and body shaking as you came, Jack riding out your high.

Jack pulled out after you came down from your high and you pushed him off of you so he was laying on his back before you moved your position. You moved between his legs, lowering your head and taking his length into your mouth.

Jack immediately took a fistful of your hair, guiding your head up and down his shaft. You had no control as Jack was getting closer to his own release.

Taking your head and shoving it down, making you take his whole entire length into your mouth, you couldn’t help but gag around him. He was basically face fucking you, but you loved it. You didn’t care that you could hardly breathe and had tears falling from your eyes from gagging on his dick every time he shoved your head down on him.

His member started to twitch in your mouth so you knew he was close. Jack let go of your hair and with a few more bobs of your head he was moaning out as his load filled your mouth, you humming around him milking out his whole release.

Swallowing it all, you pulled your mouth off of him and sat up, Jack’s chest moving up and down as he calmed down from his high. He looked at you with hooded eyes and you just smiled innocently at him.

“god. That was…incredible” he breathed out.

“yeah.” you smiled, climbing off your bed now and searching around for something to throw on.

Jack stayed laid back on your bed with his eyes closed, trying to recover from what just happened.

“Jack” you laughed, turning to see him sprawled out in your bed on full display, but you threw his boxers at him, causing him to open his eyes.

he laughed a bit but slid his boxers on, getting off your bed and searching for his other clothes while you stood in front of your mirror and threw your hair up in a bun, turning around to see him pulling on his shirt, but not before you caught a glimpse of all the marks you left on his back.

“well we should probably get out there before they start to wonder what’s taking so long” you spoke, walking towards the door.

“yeah…I guess we should.” Jack spoke, scratching the back of his neck and following you out of your room.

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if you want a part 2 let me know. I know I’ve been MIA for like…ever, but I’m back, slowly but surely. And I always appreciate your feedback, especially because I’m never sure of what I’m writing, so let me know what you think.

‘You should be nice to me...its my birthday.’

A Choi Seunghyun fanfiction

Type: Heavy smut.

A/N: Just a smutty drabble for T.O.P’s birthday- Happy Birthday Old man! :D Enjoy!

Inspired by this image:

‘What are you doing?’

You cant help but bite your lip as you hide behind his phone, angling it up slightly to get the right frame and pressing the button to take a picture, proceeding to tap the little circle a few more times as you grin to yourself, and completely forgetting he’d even asked you a question.

‘Jagi…’

Your heart is racing in your chest at just how beautiful he was; the way the light bounced perfectly off of his cheekbones, the way his eyes glistened in the room’s mood lighting, the way his lips were curling up in a smirk as he watched you through the screen of your phone.

‘…Are you taking pictures of me again?’ 

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The other man ~ Part five

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Originally posted by mycoffeeandcigarettes7-blog-blog

A/N ~ Just a quick one, this one picks up a couple of days after the alley way.

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Kwon Jiyong X Reader X Choi Seung hyun

Rated ~ Smut/Angst/Fluff

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“Ji, please” you begged trying to get free of his hold.


“No, you can’t leave” he answered with a pout as he wrapped you tighter in his arms, he wrapped his legs around yours for extra effect.


“Seriously, how am I not squashing you right now?” you asked looking up at him, he had you laying on top of him, a grin formed on his lips as he returned your gaze.


“Stop trying to distract me, you’re not going anywhere”

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The Picture - Grayson

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My palms had been sweating crazy as the room kept spinning around me. My head had been all over the place by time I saw the picture. The picture that had my boyfriend and some whore in it kissing. I couldn’t bring myself to just ask, my body wouldn’t let me. My body just wanted to stay put right here in this dark room. In my head was a whole different story as tears fell onto the carpet on my bedroom floor. As my breathing became harder my hands found their way to my hair and clenched onto pieces.

I was having a panic attack but my head didn’t know that. My brain couldn’t understand what was happening, because, it was stuck still on the picture. The picture. Gray. The picture. Cheater. The picture. Fuckboi. The picture. The picture. The picture.

“Fuck!” I screamed falling to the ground. My hands fell from my head to the carpet and then clenched onto that. He knew it was hard. He knew. But then, oh then the picture. The freaking picture. I knew from a fact this picture was coming to haunt me of my bullies. I knew it very well. The same kissing.

Besides my loud tears I heard a very faint ding over and over again. Most likely my phone. But I didn’t care. I was in so much pain I felt like I was dying. Seeing the one I fell in love with kissing another broke me. My precious heart can take so much and it felt like it could never be fixed-

His hands clenched onto my shoulders as he shook me violently. I looked up at him with snot running out of my nose with the tears adding to the disgust. He knew immediately what was happening and got up quickly. I looked back down at the ground and continued to cry until he found his way back in front of me holding the pills in his hands along with a glass of water in the other. His mouth opened but I couldn’t work out what he was saying for I couldn’t hear at the moment. By this time his eyes were just filled with worries filled to the brim.

His hand found mine and brought it out to him placing the pills in my hand. I then understood what he wanted to do. I placed the pills in my mouth and he handed me the water. I took the water and gulped it down along with the pills and placed it down on the floor. My breathing was slowly coming back to normal as he wrapped his arms around me bringing me up onto his lap.

I placed my hand against his chest and he stroke my hair, sometimes, kissing my head. My eyes later closed as my chest was violently moving up and down from my breathing and tears. We stayed there at least half an hour to when my breathing was back to normal and I was calming down. I could finally make out what he was saying and wiped my face on my hoodie.

“W-why?” Was what I had ask not daring to move my head. “Its all fake I promise princess. I wouldn’t dream of cheating on you. It’s probably some fan who photoshopped it. Don’t worry about it because I couldn’t be any happy with someone else. You make me more then happy. I love you. Not her. I love you with all my heart.” Grayson read out. This caused me to finally move and look at him. “Promise?” I asked. He nodded and smiled. “Promise beautiful.” He said. I nodded and stuffed my head in the nook of his neck.

I wrapped my arms around his body slowly and started to kiss his neck. But not in a sexual way. Sex was the last thing I wanted right now. All I wanted was to be in Grayson’s arms.

“I love you too.” I replied back after realizing he had said that he loves me. I felt his lips formed into a smile against my head as he kissed it. “Would you like to stay in and cuddle while we watch movies today?” Grayson asked. I nodded against his chest and he picked us both up and dropped me softly onto my bed and got in beside me. “What would m’lady like to watch?” He asked.

“Can we watch Finding Dory please.” I asked nicely. “Of course. Would you like some ice cream and tea as well?” He asked knowing my weird cravings every time we do this. “If it’s not to much to ask.” I said. “Nothing you say is.” He smiled getting up and leaving the room. This have me time to think again. His fans all loved me, so why would they do this. I haven’t done anything to cause them to hate me. I’m a very friendly person.

Before I knew it Grayson came back holding the container of chocolate ice cream and one big spoon along with my mug that was an elephant. He smiled and placed the mug on my bedside table and handed me the ice cream and spoon. “Thank you Grayson.” I thanked. He smiled at me. “No problem y/n.” He replied joining me in bed and turning on the TV to put on Netflix. Finding the movie I wanted to watch and put it on. I cuddled into Grayson’s side as I placed the spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. He wrapped his strong arm around me giving me arm a small soft squeeze.

I was in love with this boy.

You’re Home**

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You would think that after 2 years of being with someone, the honeymoon phase of your relationship would be long gone and that you’d actually enjoy the time away from your partner. For you, the time away from Joe was hell and vise versa.

You and Joe never liked being away from one another and you never understood why others did. When ever one of you had somewhere to go that was more than a day, the other would find a way to tag along. 

You did this on multiple occasions; always following Joe to America for a weekend of meetings or brand deals. Typically this meant that you would have to stay in the hotel room or behind the scenes but you didn’t really mind because at night you were able to cuddle up next to your boyfriend.

That was the thing you were missing the most right now as you glanced back up at the clock, seeing only a few minutes have pasted since the last glance. 

For the past week, Joe had been ill and ill Joe means cuddly, needy Joe which was your favorite. The two of you just laid around the flat all week as you took care of your sickly boyfriend who had worked himself up after reaching 1 billion views. He was absolutely gutted that he wasn’t able to play in the Sidemen v YouTuber AllStars football match even though he was feeling slightly better, he knew that he needed to properly rest if he wanted to go to France the following weekend. That, and you wouldn’t let him. If it was up to you, you would’ve made him stay home and not go to France just so you could spend more time with him since this event was something that you weren’t able to tag along to.

You pushed yourself out of the uncomfortable waiting chair in the lobby of the arrival flights as you glanced back up at the clock. 4:25. Joe’s plane landed 15 minutes ago and not a single person had walked down those steps yet. You knew that it wasn’t his fault, it was no ones fault really that Joe wasn’t currently in your arms. Security takes a while to get through and you weren’t exactly aware of where his gate was; might be a long walk. 

You did one last glance up at the clock before you’re eyes fell on a person coming down the stairs, then another, and another, none of which were your boyfriend but you knew he was close. 

You pushed yourself up to the front of the small crowd that had started to form when you saw him. You’re beautifully tanned boyfriend who was looking a lot more healthier than when he left made his way down the stairs and into your arms.

“You’re home!” You said before planting a kiss on his lips. 

“I’m home love!” He said returning the kiss before pulling you into a crushing hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. Now lets go home.” You said tugging him along. 

“Eager aren’t we?” Joe laughed.

“Yes, I haven’t seen all weekend.” You said looking over your shoulder.


You gave Joe little to no time to drop his bags down on the floor before you have reattached yourself to his lips, pushing him against the wall.

“Alright love, can I have some time to relax first?” He said against your lips. 

“No, you relaxed all weekend, on a yacht, without me.” You pouted. 

“I know, I know and I’m sorry love-” You pressed your finger against Joe’s lips, cutting him off.

“Don’t tell me your sorry, show me.” You said with a smirk before tugging him up the stairs to your bedroom. 

Joe laugher a bit, seeing you this eager and excited that he was home just after 3 days away, but he appreciated it; that someone like you cared about him and missed him. Joe picked you up when you reached the top of the stairs and carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and pressing his lips against your skin. 

Joe’s finger tips made their way underneath the shirt you were wearing, caressing your sides before outlining the shape of your breast. 

“You’re a fucking tease.” Joe said against your neck as he cupped your bare breast in his hand.

“Thought it would help speed up the process, I’m not wearing any pants either.” You said, smirking as he moved to look at you. 

“And that Y/N Y/L/N is why I love you” Joe said before placing a kiss on your lips, pulling away only to pull the shirt over your head. 

Joe made his way down your body, lighting your body on fire from his touch. When he reached the waistband of your trackies, he smirked, recognizing them as his own much like the t-shirt he had just tossed to the floor. 

“Were you wearing my clothes the entire weekend?” He asked, sliding the garment down your legs as you nodded. 

“Like I said, I missed you.” 

“I missed you too love.” Joe said moving down to your heat.

He licked down your folds, causing an airy gasp to escape your lips, before moving to focus on your clit. His fingers ran themselves between your folds before they were pushed into you slowly.

“Oh Joe.” You said moving your hands to his hair, pushing him further between your legs slightly. 

Joe continued to work at your core, picking up the pace slightly as you struggled to keep a steady breath. You clenched yourself around Joe’s fingers as he sucked at your clit until you were pushed over the edge. 

“Shit Joe.” You said catching your breath as you bent your knees together watching you boyfriend undress himself.

“We’re not done yet, I still need to say thank you for nursing me back to health last week.” Joe said parting your legs as he climbed over you and kissed your lips. 

“I mean its only fair.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Joe let out a soft chuckle as he positioned himself at your core and pushing into you. He let out a low moan as he felt you clench around him. He began thrusting his hips into you, earning a few moans from you.

“Fuck…Y/N,” Joe stammered as he brought his lips back to yours.

“Joe..” You breathed out as you clenched tighter around him trying your best to hold back your second release. 

The two of you release minutes later, filling the room with moans and swears. Joe pushed himself off of you and pulled you close to his body. 

“Maybe I should go away for the weekend more often if this is what I get to come home to.” Joe laughed. 

“Don’t you dare think about it Sugg. You may have had fun on a yacht but it was pretty boring here.” 

“I’m sorry love. One day I’ll take you to France and we can through our own party of a yacht. Maybe we could even own one in the future.” Joe smiled.

“We don’t need a yacht Joe but you can take me to France whenever you’d like.” You said leaning up to kiss him. 

Testing The Bed.

a/n: hey hey hey this is smut btw in case yo didn’t want to read any smut. Please let me know if you enjoyed this because, you know, you can never have too much Carl Grimes smut in your life :)))) xo

Warning: SMUT lol

Summary: You and Carl are on a run and you spot a furniture store. You find out that it isn’t empty and that some of the beds are still in shape. It only seems fitting that you and Carl test one of the beds to see if it’s actually worth taking with you or leaving it.


You spot a store at the end of the street and notice it looks pretty big. You tug on Carl’s sleeve and he twirls around to face you.

“Come on. Lets go see.” You cry and he just shakes his head and chuckles.

“You go see, I’m looking in here a sec.” He says and turns his attention back to the comics in front of him. 

You huff in annoyance and walk away towards it. As you get closer you start to realise that it once was a furniture shop and that, from what you could see, some of it seemed to still be in pretty good shape. 

You knock on the window, loudly, and wait for almost 3 minutes. You spot Carl from across the street, still looking to find more comics.

Nothing happens and you come to the conclusion that there isn’t any walkers inside. You walk in, gun in hand and finger close to the trigger as you look around. You scout for a couple of minutes and you see no walkers but you do see a bunch of beds, sofa’s and chairs. 

Some of them are dirty and the rest are just broken or have nothing on them, just the bed frame.  You walk over to a sofa and sit on it, testing it to see if it’s comfortable or not. Just then you hear the door open and you swing yourself around, your gun in the air ready to shoot.

“Please don’t shoot.” Carl’s mutters, his tone dripping with sarcasm and humour. You lower the gun and move to a bed and lie on it. “It’s kind of comfy.” You mumble and watch as Carl comes closer to you, his large frame looming over your body.

“What are you doing?” He chuckles and you shrug.

“Testing out the bed.” You smirk at him. His eyes cloud with lust and he looks like a could pounce on you at any moment.

“I know a couple of way you can test out a bed.” His voice sends shivers down your spine. “ No one’s here (Y/n), and I am but a horny and in love teenager.” He smiles as you laugh at his last sentence. 

You laugh because it’s true. He climbs on top of you, straddling your body as his fingers move to the buttons of your flannel. You watch his movements as he undoes the first button. 

“How about it (Y/n)? Lets test this bed in particular.” He utters as his head dips to your neck to press a soft kiss to your neck and then trail down to your exposed collarbone.

Your eyes flutter shut as you start to breath heavily and his fingers deftly undo each button. Once your flannel is open to reveal your black bra his lips trail to the valley of your breast and then down to your bellybutton.

He stops when he gets to the waistband of your trousers and he looks up at you. 

You bite your lip as his hands come up to the cups of your bra and with his index finger he pulls them down, freeing your breasts only slightly but enough so he can grab them and make your back arch, pushing your breast into his hand.

You moan as his fingers do wonders to your nipples as you buck up your hips, telling him that you need more. With his other arm he pushes your hips back down and you whimper slightly and he smirks at you while you become impatient. 

You huff as you move away from his grasp and he sits up, dazed and confused as you stand next to the edge of the bed. He sits, legs dangling over the edge of the bed as you face him and he looks up at you.

You place your hands on your hips as you look down at him, your shirt open and your breast still showing as you take his hat off of his head and place it on the bed opposite. 

You look at his eyes before launching at him. He falls back catching you and you travel down his body. 

You undo his belt and the button on his trousers as you tugs gently and he lifts his hips to help you. You pull his boxers down along with his trousers and he springs free, visibly hard.

You take him in your hand and squeeze gently. He shudders at the contact and you look up at him and he lifts his head from the bed to look at you

“What are you gonna do (Y/n)?” He smirks and you do too when you lick a strip up the underside of his shaft. His head drops back down on the bed and you take him in your mouth, bobbing your head as you go. 

You gag slightly but when you look up you see his chest heaving and you can hear him breathing. It’s short, quick breaths.

 "Oh god.“ He whispers as his eye squeeze tightly shut. You do this for a few more minutes and then you stop and he mewls and sits up right.

You look into his bright blue eye and wink and undo the button on your trousers and slip them off, along with your panties. His mouth opens a little and he licks his bottom lip as he drinks up your appearance and then he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to the bed and he straddles you.

"My turn.” He whispers as he winks up at you and then his head dips and he kisses your neck, down to your collar bone and then down your stomach to your pussy. 

He looks up at you before his head dips and his tongue dances on your clit. He sucks and licks and you squirm.

“Don’t stop doing that oh my-” You breath relentlessly as your hands maneuver their selves in his hair. You tug and he continues his torture. “I’m gonna come.” You whisper and he stops, climbs up your body and places a kiss to your lips.

“Not yet, soon though.” He whispers and he grasps you and flips you over. “We can be as loud as we want because there’s no one else here. It’s not like having sex in my room with dad and Michonne next door, oh no. I can fully appreciate you now.” He runs his hands up and down your body as you look at him. He lifts you a little and grabs his cock and lines himself up.

You sink down on him and you watch as his mouth makes the perfect “O” shape. You tilt your head back as you move up and down on him and his hands move to your breasts, pinching and pulling. 

You continue to move up and down on him as the feeling of euphoria rushes over you both. Your head turns cloudy and your vision turns slightly blurring as you feel yourself become closer and closer to the edge. 

He grabs your face and pulls you down to him and he starts to thrust up as your breath caught in your throat. You are both moaning messes.

“Come for me (Y/n) I know you can.” He utters as you feel yourself become limp in his arms. He delivers a particularly heard thrust which tips you over the edge and Carl follows. 

He pulls you to his chest as you both lay there panting and trying to catch your breath and he kisses your forehead.

“C'mon, we should get back. Before everyone starts to wonder where we’ve gone.” He says as he lifts you up and slaps your behind gently. You both get dressed and Carl grabs his hat from the bed as you walk to the door but just before you leave he kisses you. “So we tested the bed. How did it do, was it good?” He looks at you as he strokes your knuckle.

“I’d say it did okay.” You both chuckle as you leave the store, hand in hand, and run back over to get some comics to take back with you.

anonymous asked:

tyler goes with you to victoria's secret and he fingers you in the dressing room

I’m literally writing this shit on my phone so you guys better appreciate it. I left my laptop at home and I’m stuck babysitting until 11 so here goes.

*not proofread sorry in advance*


Drabble (003)

Tyler sauntered into Victoria’s Secret behind you, looking disinterestedly at the huge images of the models in the storefront. He browsed through a few items, but didn’t grab any of them. 

“What’s up with you?” you prod, trying to figure out what his problem was.

“Nothing, it’s just hard to envision any of these on you with the way these models look.” He replied, flicking through an underwear drawer without really looking at any of them. 

“What do you mean? Their bodies are perfect, of course I’m not going to look the same” you say, casting your eyes downward. 

Tyler pauses at his task, looking up at you, scowling. He moves closer to you and leans in,
“These models don’t look anything like you and that’s a fucking good thing. Your body is perfect. I love the way you look, and there is nothing you could possibly put on your body that wouldn’t drive me crazy.” He said, the last word coming out in a low growl. 

Before you could respond, he snatched a bra off the wall, (paying no attention to the size) and grabbed your hand, dragging you behind him to the dressing rooms.   

“Excuse me, we need a dressing room.” He said quietly to the assistant.

Introducing herself as Tiffany, she ushered the two of you to a fitting room and told you to ask if you needed any help.
You reach out to grab the bra from him, but he yanks it back from your hand and pushes you into the small room following from behind.
He closes the door, and then the space between you, kissing you violently.
When his hands drop to the waistband of your pants, your eyes shoot open and you push him away.

“Ty!! What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” You hiss, keeping him at an arms distance, though he still manages to work open the button of your jeans and pull them down around your knees. 

“Why the fuck don’t you think you’re beautiful. I try to prove it to you every fucking day.” He says lowly.

Your resolve crumbles when he stands up and kisses your neck.   

“I love your thighs. I love your ass. I love everything about your body. Can’t you fucking see what you do to me?” He groans, looking down. 

You gasp as he slowly inserts a finger into you, and widen your legs to give him better access. Trying to repress the moans threatening to spill from your mouth, you bite down on your lip hard, panting as you grind against his hand.
Tyler brings his other hand up, rubbing against your breast, but soon utilizes it to cover your mouth. He gives you a warning stare, as if demanding you to stay quiet, and pushes a second finger into you. 

“I will spend as much time as I need to fucking you or yelling at you until you realize just how valuable you are.” He says into your ear, trailing kisses down your neck.

You pull your teeth over your bottom lip, a vice-like grip on his bicep. Your head rolls against the wall as he scissors his fingers inside of you. You can feel the familiar tensing in your stomach, and Tyler uses his thumb to rub against your overly sensitive clit, pushing you to the edge of your release.

Your pleasure however, is brought to a grinding halt when you hear Tiffany’s annoyingly cheerful voice outside the door. Your eyes shoot open, looking wildly over to Tyler, who seems to be trying not to burst into laughter.

“Everything okay in there?” She quips. “Could I get you a different size? ”

“She’s fine thank you,” Tyler says back, his voice even despite the laughter that threatened to overcome him at any second. 

You glare at him, pushing his hand away from your core, and he smiles at you, licking your wetness from his fingers as you zip up your jeans.

“Wait until I get you home” you mutter to him.

anonymous asked:

I'm so sinful, but could I get some kink headcanons for the reapers, please?

Welcome to the darkside. It happens to be the best one.

Othello (London Branch), Ludger (German Branch), Sascha (German Branch), Allen Humphries (Musical), Eric Slingby (Musical) and Undertaker are excluded. He’s technically an ex-shinigami but that’s still his race? ANYWHO, if you wanted any of these could I whip something up for any except for the ones in musical because I have only seen the song numbers. Sorry for being so nit picky ^^; !


Kink Headcanons

Ronald Knox

  • For someone who enjoys partying it comes to no surprise that he absolutely loves looking at the way his s/o’s body moves. His imagination tends to run wild.
  • If there’s celebrating and you join the dance floor his eyes never lose sight of you.
  • Dancing alone? Fear not Ronald is here! He’ll definitely keep you all to himself and make you’re as close as possible to him.
  • To the point that you can probably feel the erection he’s sporting from being so close and watching you.
  • In that case he won’t back away. He’ll stay close and make you are absolutely aware of the situation in his trousers and make sure you are as hot as he is.

William T. Spears

  • He absolutely doesn’t mind being watched when rubbing one off especially if the one watching is one of his subordinates. He’ll just come even harder in the long run.
  • There are consequences to face.
  • He’ll calmly invite them into his room or office, if that’s where he was at the moment, and threaten their life. That’s right overtime. Honestly, no one in the branch wants that kind of work especially since they seem perpetually understaffed.
  • He will stare you down like a hawk if you show any signs of disagreement. A secret between the two of you. Who’s going to believe your story about William anyway?

Grell Sutcliff

  • Red… Obviously!
  • Red lipstick, underwear, blood, etc. Their s/o or potential s/o covered in blood splatters would be such a heavenly sight that Grell can’t help the goosebumps that form all over her body.
  • She’d be more than happy to kiss the bloody mess of her s/o’s lips away and proceed to kiss other places that are clean just because. Grell is just a passionate lover. 

I’m rusty and I cry. 

Bad Blood 2 [Captured]

Pairing: Genji Shimada/Reader

Summary: The mission goes wrong, so very wrong. You’ve been captured and Hanzo will do whatever he can to save you for Genji.

Other Info: I accidentally deleted this once!! Thank god my phone has a recently deleted or else I would have given up entirely. This also took forever to finish. Enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes. I can only write in mobile. Also posted on AO3 and the ending seems kind of rushed, bleh.

Warnings: Mild torture, angst

Words: 5,137 [Holy shit]

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Together - Richonne Fan Fiction

Together
Richonne Fan Fiction


**This fan fiction piece takes place the night after Season 6, Episode 13–The Same Boat**


Michonne sat up in bed, propped against a pillow, her legs covered by the bed sheets as she read a book. She looked up when she heard Rick close the bedroom door behind him.  She smiled and he did the same as he unbuttoned and slid out of his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head.

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s getting harder to get Judith to sleep lately.”

He shook his head and picked up the armful of dirty clothes to carry to the laundry hamper inside the closet.

“Really?  I never have a problem.” Michonne said, grinning.  

Rick closed the closet doors and turned around with a half- grin and narrowed eyes.  “So what are you implying?”

With an innocent shrug of her shoulders, Michonne shook her head, sending her locs flying around her face.  “Nothing. Nothing at all,” she chuckled.  

Rick dove onto the bed, grabbing her in his arms and tickled her until she begged for mercy.  “Stop, stop, please,” she gasped out between her laughter, as she rolled around on the bed in an effort to squirm away from his tickle attack.

Rick kept an arm around her as he lay on his side next to her on the bed and rested his head in his palm. His smile faded as he stared at her.  He exhaled slowly.  “I’m glad we have this together, you and me. A minute to breathe. It’s been a rough couple of days. “

Michonne nodded her agreement.  It had been a difficult week for them.  After going to take out the Saviors for Gregory and then getting Carol and Maggie back home safely after their abduction, they could use a momentary break from the crazy chaos of the days past.

Rick’s fingers slowly grazed her bare arm as he admired the silky textured deep brown skin. He brought his gaze back to her mahogany colored eyes. “You don’t know how glad I am to have you here with me.”

Rick thought about how panicked he’d been knowing that Carol and Maggie had been abducted.  And if anything like that had happened to Michonne, he knew he’d be utterly devastated. He didn’t even want to think about what he’d do if anything worse happened to her.  If he didn’t have her wise counsel and input when challenges arose, her hands to hold, or her lips to kiss anymore, he’d be a wreck.  

Just then, thoughts of her bare skin touching his naked body invaded his mind. No, he couldn’t do without the certainty of knowing that he’d have her warm body pressed against his every night.

Rick took her hand and lifted it to his lips. He planted a tender kiss there before moving up to kiss her lips. He pulled away and continued. “I couldn’t live with myself if you were taken from me like they were today. “

Michonne stared into Rick’s brilliant, sky blue eyes, his brows furrowed as emotion poured out with his words.  She swallowed back a lump of her own emotion which threatened to break free despite her best efforts.

Rick continued.  “You remember, back when we were at Woodbury, and you told me that I needed you?”

Michonne nodded.

“I did need you then.  But I need you even more, now.  In every way.  So does Carl. And Judith.  And all of the rest of our family. I can’t lose you.  I won’t lose you.” Rick reached up to wipe away the tears that trailed down her cheeks, and tried to fight back his own tears, but failed.  A bittersweet smile lifted the corners of Michonne’s mouth when she saw his moist, reddened eyes.  Michonne touched his face and pulled his head down toward hers to kiss his lips.  

“I know you won’t.  And I won’t lose you either, Rick,” she said when she pulled away, her heart swelling with love and emotion.

Rick stared deeply into her eyes and then averted his gaze, the intensity of what he felt for her overwhelming him. His love for her felt natural in an unnatural world.  A world where the threat of danger was imminent and the likelihood of losing a loved one had become one of the most natural parts of their unnatural world.

But he was doing his best to make Alexandria their safe haven, the place where they felt secure and sheltered from the harsh realities outside of their town’s walls. He’d always wanted security for their entire group, but now he had even more of a reason to work toward preserving this world for them. He lifted his head to look back at Michonne’s earnest eyes.  She wanted this world and this life so desperately, and he wanted to work with her to ensure that they could keep it intact, and that they would thrive. He’d do whatever he had to do to face any threats from anyone who meant them harm, head on.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind,” Michonne said, tilting her head to the side, the way Rick noticed she usually did as she studied him, when she seemed to search for the truth in his face.

“I do,” he admitted.

“Like what?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start, but…”

“But what?” she asked

“One thing I was thinking about,” he said, moving closer to her until their bodies touched, “was how I love you so much.”

Michonne drew in a sharp breath, surprised by his words.  She knew that she loved him and that he loved her, but it felt surreal actually hearing him say the words. Michonne grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his.  “I love you too. So much more than you could know.”

Heat emanated from their bodies as they lay close to one another drinking in the feel, sight and smell of the other.  Michonne studied his pink lips while thoughts of kissing him again swirled through her head.  And she saw no need to deny herself that desire.  Not anymore. Now that he was hers,  those lips were hers and hers alone. She allowed her lips to drift toward his, and passion took over as their touches turned to caresses and their caresses became frantic groping.

Somehow Rick found the willpower to pull away before he no longer had control over his body’s reaction to the fiery woman beneath him.  “I still need to shower,” he whispered as he smiled down at her.

Disappointment clouded her features momentarily until he added, “You want to join me?”

Her face brightened again as she nodded. “Yeah. But how about we make it a bath?”

Rick wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “Even better,” he said, rising from the bed, taking her hand and giving her another deep kiss before leading her to the bathroom.