i need to go cry in the shower now

God Fuck

Anonymous said:

Smut where Ashton finds you touching yourself and he gets mad. Daddy kink pls. Make it fairly long. Thx 

I gotchu and don’t mind the title, its a thing w me and Maddi


Ashton’s POV:

“Mmm,” I hear, dropping my bag.  I check my watch and it’s about nine thirty. My little girl is usually asleep by eight thirty. “Daddy!” I hear her moan. I’m a little confused as to why I hear the moans coming from my office and not upstairs where her room is.

“Mmh, Daddy,” I hear. I finally reach my office door. “Daddy, please,” she squeaks. I walk in and see my little girl sat in the big brown chair behind my desk. Her knees were pushed up as she held a vibrator in her panties against her pussy.

“Please, Daddy,” she moans again, her head thrown back as she pushes the toy against her pussy, applying more pressure. “Please what, baby?” I ask. I could have just watched her get off, but joining in would be much more fun. Y/N gasps, the vibrator falling to the floor as her eyes dart up to me.

“Daddy-” “It seems like I have a naughty little girl.” I cut her off. She knew very well she wasn’t allowed in my office when I wasn’t there, she especially wasn’t allowed to go in there to get her toy.

She was supposed to be punished for a week. No vibrator or touching herself was her punishment for teasing me at a pool party we had attended Friday.

It’s now Wednesday and it looks like she couldn’t resist. This is the second time this week she’s been caught playing with herself. “You’ve been a horny little girl this week, haven’t you?” I say as and walk closer to her.

“Here, you dropped your toy, princess.” I bend down to pick up the vibrator. “Put it back baby.” She gives me a questioning look. “Go ahead baby, it feels good for your little pussy?” I ask and she nods in response.

“Then go ahead.” I say softly. She reluctantly pushes the vibrator back into her underwear. I begin to pepper kisses all over her thighs, as I did I moved her hand from the handle of the vibrator replacing it with mine.

“Daddy doesn’t like bad girls.” I mumble as I pushed the vibrator against her pussy. “ ’M sorry, Daddy.” Y/N more so moans. “You’re sorry?” I remove the vibrator to where it’s not against her but still in her little underwear.

She nods.

“But honey, this is the second time in a matter of three days.” I push it back. “You’re a very, very bad girl and I know exactly what I’m going to do to you.” I spoke, rubbing her thigh as I watched her face scrunch up with pleasure from the vibrator being against her for so long.

“Daddy,” she moans quietly. “Mmh, you love that, don’t you? Daddy putting a vibrator against that lil’ cunt? Against your cute little clit, baby? That’s what you like?” “Mhmm,” she moans, her body starting to squirm.

“Like that princess? Hm?” I put the vibrator against her for a second, only to move it away the next. “Yeah, baby? Are you a good girl, hm?” “Yes,” she moans. “Don’t lie to me.” I say sternly, pulling the vibrator out of Y/N’s underwear.

“Take these off.” I pull at the top of her underwear.  “On the desk, now.” She sits on his desk, her legs crossed. “Baby,” I move my lips to her ear. “I haven’t got time for you to act like I’m not going to play with your cunt until you cry. Now uncross these legs so Daddy can punish his dirty little girl.”

She lets out a small sigh, opening her legs and scooting a little further on the cold desk. “Daddy, it’s cold.” She says quietly. “Ohh, really?” I pout in mocking her sadness as I bring my thumb to her clit to rub small circles.

“I was going to sit in my chair,” i say as I reach for the vibrator again, holding it against her clit. “Daddy,” she squeaks as her whole body jerks. “I don’t wanna hear anything out of that mouth.”

“Like I was saying.” I say, watching her pussy casually as I spoke. Watching the way she kept clenching, watching how swollen her little pussy got, how wet she was. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Too bad you won’t be able to cum.” I say sadly.

Barely paying attention to what I’m saying as I was so absorbed in watching the way her pussy moved under the vibrator. “But I have the real prize right here.” I applied more pressure. “Daddy!” She screams.

In one swift movement I removed the vibrator and slaped her pussy, hard. The slap was heard and so was her little squeak before her legs tried to close. “What did I say about that mouth?” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she moans, only to receive another slap. She whines as she closes her legs, I let her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” “Daddy, please,” she whines as he opened her legs back up. “Please, what?” I ask as I unbuckled my belt, letting it fall to the floor as I pulled my pants and underwear down.

“Let me cum. Please Daddy, it hurts.” “Shhhh,” I hold her legs open as I rub my cock against her pussy. “F-” she stops herself from swearing. “Daddy! Daddy, please! No! Daddy, I can’t, please let me cum.” She says, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle being fucked without cumming. She moans after, not being able to hold it in.

“Dadddyy,” she moans in pleasure, tears pricking at her eyes. “Mmh, you like Daddy’s cock, baby? Hm? You like when I rub your pussy with it?” “Mhmmm,” she moans, her hips thrashing around as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red, tears falling from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. Too much pleasure.

“I want you to bend over now princess.” She does as she’s told, turning around and bending over the desk. “Why aren’t your legs open?” I ask and in less than a second her legs are spread as far as they could go. “Good girl.” I kiss her head.

I thrust into her, not giving any sort of warning. “You thought you wouldn’t be caught? Moaning so loud while in Daddy’s office,” I spank her ass. “You’re such a bad girl.” I spread her ass cheeks as I slowed my fast thrusts, “Y/N, honey, I want to hear you say it. What are you, hm?”

“A-a bad girl.” She cries. “Daddy,” she nearly whispers. “I’m going to cum.” I slap her ass, “I said no.” “Mh,” she cries. “Please, Daddy.” Finally I pull out. “Honey, I know you love being teased.” She shakes her head no.

“But you’re pussy is dripping. All over Daddy’s floor, too.” She grips the desk, trying to rub her legs together to make some sort of friction. Only resulting in another slap to her ass. “Stop that!”

“Now, you’re going to stop being a bad girl. Do you understand?” “Y-yes.” Another spank. “Daddy! Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She moans. “You’re such a difficult little girl. You could have just been good, and waited for Daddy. Surely I would of helped you.”

“I know.” She says sadly. “Why’d you do it?” I peck the bottom of her ass, close to her pussy. “Hm?” “I-I just, I couldn’t wait.” “Oh, so you were being greedy.”
“I’m sorry,” she says and he can hear the tears in her voice.

“Don’t cry, princess. I know it feels funny, but this is what bad girls get.” I say, bending over her and wiping her tears. “Are you ready?” I ask softly. She reluctantly nods. I slowly enter her again, this time making sure he gets off. My thrusts were slow, and my grip was tight.  “You’re so tight, princess. Fuck,” I moan.

“So wet too. Fuck, Daddy’s cock slips right in.” I thrust for a while more. “Daddy,” Y/N moans quietly.  “Fuck,” I squeeze her ass as I cum inside of her, riding out my orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan as I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her pussy. “Good girl.” I breath.  “Turn around for me, let me see that precious face.”
She turns around, still sitting on the desk.

“Why were you crying?” I ask softly, kissing her temple. “Because my pussy hurts Daddy, I need to cum.” “I know you need to, princess, but you can’t.” I says sympathetically, my hand holding her jaw softly. “You know what being a bad girl gets you.” I rub her cheek with my thumb.

“I know.” Y/N looks down sadly. “C'mon baby, let’s go sleep now, yeah?” She nods her head. “Wait, my panties, Daddy.” She says as I pick her up and begins walking out of the room.

“You are going to have a shower, those ones are all messed up.” I say, picking her up. “Alright Daddy.” She says. “Let’s wash you up.” I says as my soapy hand comes in contact with her hip, making her jerk away.

I furrow my brows in confusion. “I don’t think you should touch me, Daddy.” She says. “I’m very sensitive right now.” “Oh baby girl, are you sure you don’t want Daddy to wash you?”

She nods. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I love you.” She kisses my cheek. “I love you too, princess. I’ll wait for you in the room.” When Y/N was finished she went into the room, and I helped her change into her pajamas. “Go to sleep, baby.” I kiss her lips before we cuddle.

“Daddy,” she asks after a while. “Yes?” “Am I really a bad girl?” “No, sweetie. You’re a good girl, you just misbehave sometimes.” “Can I be your good little girl again?” She turns around to face me. “Of course you can, baby. You’ll always be my good little girl.” I kiss her sweet lips once more before we both drift off into a deep sleep.

Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Six

Really hope you guys are still enjoying this!

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten

*Alex POV*

It happened so suddenly. We were all sitting down enjoying our time together. I was so glad to see y/n and Kappy getting along. He’s become one of my good friends out here, I trust him a lot. Y/N was explaining her job to Kappy. I sit there and admire how excited and proud she is to explain it. I turn my head for a moment and that’s when I saw Will walk into the restaurant. Anxious, I started to fidget, not knowing what to do. If he sees me he’s going to blow up and cause a scene. The last thing I want is to piss him off even more. He still brings up the first night every once in a while. I could always stay here and risk him possibly seeing me, but it would be better if I could convince him to leave.

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Birthday Blues

Hey babes! This is my contribution to the Harry birthday one shots. It’s going to be a little different to other birthday one shot’s you may have read, with plenty of angst, but of course with a VERY fluffy ending! PSA: this is not a part of my one shot series, and does include some explicit language! xxx

Y/N’s P.O.V.
The fighting started weeks ago. God knows why, it just did. At first, it was just bickering. I understood Harry was tired from work, and I’d been studying for exams a lot so the both of us were constantly exhausted. But to make matters worse, the two of us being so tired meant no sex, which meant no stress relief. So we kept bickering, going to bed without good night kisses and leaving in the morning without so much as a “good bye.” Until the real fights started. One day I got home late because I forgot to tell Harry I was working late, and when I came home at nearly 11 PM, he lost it. Then everything came out, and we haven’t gone more than a few days without a fight since. It exhausted me, but today was his birthday. I was going to make it so special for him, and put the past few weeks behind us. I woke up without Harry next to me, so I grabbed his present (a new journal) and wandered down stairs to find him fully dressed, looking like he was about to leave. “Going somewhere, birthday boy?” He looked up, startled. “Oh, hi. I’ve got meetings all morning then I’m going to lunch with Gem, so I won’t be home until later. Then the boys and I are going out for drinks tonight.” My stomach dropped as the cold tone of his voice washed over me. “Oh, okay. Well, here’s your present. Enjoy lunch with Gem. Happy birthday.” I tried to control the shaking of my voice, and walked back upstairs so he wouldn’t see me cry. An hour later, I woke up again and wandered downstairs to see his present completely untouched.

Harry’s P.O.V.
I wasn’t really going to lunch with Gemma. I was going with Kendall. I felt bad for lying to Y/N, I really did. But Kendall offered for my birthday and I knew Y/N would be mad at me, so I lied. As long as no one told her, I’d be fine. The morning dragged, and guilt started to set in. Y/N was supposed to be the love of my life and I was going behind her back. The meetings finally finished, and I hesitantly went to lunch with Kendall. All went smoothly, with no paparazzi, but I was anxious to get home to Y/N. I needed to put everything behind us. I pulled up to the house, and made my way inside. “You home, baby?” I called out, but the house was quiet. I walked around looking for her until I saw her outside, a cigarette in her hand, and her face all puffy like she’d been crying. I opened the back door and she glared at me. “How’s Kendall, Harry?” My stomach dropped. “W-who told you?” She took a drag of her cigarette. “Niall. Thought I should know you were going behind my back. Why’d you lie, Harry? You know I wouldn’t have minded if you had told me the truth.” Her voice was calmed, which scared me. “I just wasn’t sure how you’d react, given the past few weeks. I know I shouldn’t have lied. I’m so sorry.” “I was ready to forgive you, Harry. Forgive you for treating me like shit lately, but then you go and pull this shit! How fucking dare you!” She was yelling now, her voice dripping with venom. I was mad now, too. “Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?! You’re the one who’s been moping around for weeks!” “Is Kendall going to be there tonight, Harry?! You gonna spend the night balls deep in her fucking pussy?!” I was raging now, and approached her, yelling in her face. “Maybe I fucking will, considering you haven’t given it up in weeks!” As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I fucked up. Bad. Y/N was shaking and tears were running down her cheeks. “No, no baby. Don’t cry. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” I reached up to wipe her face, but she hit my hand away. “Get away from me, Harry. Get out. Now.” I nodded, not wanting to cause any further arguments, and left.

Y/N’s P.O.V.
I spent hours just crying and smoking. I only ever smoked cigarette’s when I was under a lot of stress, and now they at least soothed the pain. It was dark, and late so I made my way upstairs to shower and try to get some sleep. After tossing and turning for hours, I finally started dozing until my phone started ringing. Niall’s name came up on the screen and I answered, nerves starting to build in my stomach. “Niall? What’s going on?” “Y/N, you need to get down here and get Harry. He’s not in a good shape.” I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “Niall, I don’t care. I’m not ready to face him.” “He’s sobbing for you, Y/N. He needs you.” I sat up, getting out of bed. “Okay, I’ll be there soon. Make sure he doesn’t drink anymore.” “Thank you, Y/N. We’ll be outside.” With that I hung up, got dressed and made my way to the local pub. I pulled up to see Harry and Niall, standing outside, my 6ft tall boyfriend a sobbing mess. I got out the car, and Harry stumbled over to me, wrapping me in a huge bear hug. “Oh, my baby. I’m so fucking sorry I’m such a piece of shit. I would never cheat on you. I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” I rubbed his back. “Baby, we can talk about it in the morning, okay? We need to get you home.” He nodded and sniffled, letting me help him into the car. I waved goodbye and called out “thank you” to Niall, and drove home. Harry was still a mess, but I managed to get him upstairs and into bed, where he fell asleep almost instantly. I curled up beside him, and quickly fell asleep, too.

I woke up, my head pounding and stomach churning. I got up and ran into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. After a while, I groaned and stumbled downstairs to find Y/N pottering in the kitchen. The sight of her wearing only a pair of knickers and one of my t-shirts with her hair in a floppy bun warmed my heart. She turned around, a small smile on her face. “Morning. I made some peppermint tea to help your tummy.” I picked up the tea and sipped on it. “Thanks, love. Now, about last night.” She shook her head at me. “Drink your tea. Then we can talk about it.” I nodded and sat down beside her at the table. “Did you sleep okay last night?” She rubbed my shoulder gently and whispered, her voice cracking. “Only after you got home.” I put my tea down and took Y/N into my arms. “Oh, my sweet girl. I’m so, so sorry.” She sobbed hard into my chest. “You can’t say stuff like that to me, Harry. You almost killed me.” I held her tighter. “Sweetheart, stop cryin’, please. You’re breakin’ my heart.  I know I’m a terrible boyfriend, and you deserve so much better, especially with how I’ve been treatin’ ya lately. But you mean the world to me, and I don’t think I could function without you.” I cupped her face so she’d look at me. “You’re the love of my life baby, and I am going to marry you one day.” Tears were still running down her face, but she smiled at me. “Really? You wanna get married?” I kissed her lips gently. “There’s no one else I want to spend my life with.”

After I showered, Y/N made the two of us breakfast and we spent the whole day watching movies. After we finished watching If I Stay, Y/N stood up and walked to the counter and picked up my present I’d left there yesterday morning and brought over to me. “I know it’s not much but-” I cut her off with a kiss. “Sweetheart, stop. Whatever it is, is perfect.” I unwrapped the paper, carefully, revealing the journal. My breath caught in my throat. Y/N never failed to amaze me. It was a beautiful, leather bound journal with thick paper. “Baby, I love it. I truly love it. Thank you so much.” She leaned in and kissed me sweetly. “You’re welcome.”

Even though my hang over was terrible, Y/N and I had sweet, lazy, intimate sex and were laying in bed. All was quiet until Y/N whispered “Harry?” I kissed the top of her head. “Yes, my sweet girl?” She looked up at me, her big eyes full of love. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Happy 23rd birthday to the love of my life. Happy reading, honeys. Please reblog! xxx

anonymous asked:

Can I please request Kuroo and his female significant other staying over at his place for the first time because the rain was out of control? Fluff ensues. 💓 Thank you!

“Sorry (Name), I didn’t think it would rain today.” Kuroo states as the two of you enter his house dripping from the heavy rain shower that had just hit. Smiling, you shake your head at the tall male in front of you, “That’s okay, it’s another memory with you.”

Kuroo turns towards you with a playful smirk on his face before he tosses a dry towel in your face. “You’re sappy.” Laughter fills the air as you follow Kuroo into his room as he looks for some dry and warm clothing for the two of you.

“Kuroo! Can I wear this one?” You exclaim as you reach down to point at a shirt. “Sure, what’s so special about that one though?” Kuroo asks pulling it out for you. Taking it, you hold it out in front of you with a large smile, “It’s my favorite shirt that you wear.”

A small tint spreads across Kuroo’s cheeks as he studies you with the shirt, “If you like it when I wear it, shouldn’t I wear the shirt?” You shake your head and hold the shirt closer to your chest. “I wanna wear it though!”

Chuckling, Kuroo continues to look for a shirt for himself, “You’re such a baby, but you’re mine so it doesn’t matter.” Kuroo finally finds a shirt and strips off his old one before throwing it into the basket. “Who’s the sappy one now?” You joke as he opens his arms to pick you up and shower you with playful kisses. “Hey~ I still need to change too!” You cry as he peppers kisses all over your face.

“Okay, go ahead.” Kuroo sets you down and crosses his arms while he looks at you, “Are you gonna leave or something so I can change?” You ask with a small chuckle. Rasing his arms, Kuroo nods and leaves the room, shutting it behind him. “Alright, just because you asked so nicely.” He replies sarcastically as you respond with a laugh. You set your wet clothing aside in his room while you throw on his large shirt that you love so much, it smelt like him too.

“I’m done, you can come in now.” You say as you continue to dry your hair with his towel. “You look great in my shirts,” Kuroo says with a grin as you roll your eyes playfully. “You’re just lucky I’m able to stay the night.”

“You’re eye candy,” Kuroo states as he plops down on his bed and looks at you. Turning to face him, you plop down next to him and stare up at him as well, running your hands through his damp hair, “You’re eye candy as well~”

“What do you want to do for the rest of the night then?” Kuroo asks, resting a hand on your waist as you lean your head on his chest, closing your eyes and letting out a happy sigh, “Let’s cuddle all night, yeah?”

“Sure,” Kuroo pulls you in closer and rests his head over yours, turning off the light and humming gently as he relaxes into your hands in his hair. Nothing beats cuddling.

Something just like this

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2193

Warnings: Angst, Smut!, Fluffy in the end

A/N: This oneshot is based on the song “Something Just like This” by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I love so much this song, it’s like a drug!

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Feedback is always appreciated.

Will come back.
I take a deep breath, and in the meantime, I take the bottle of water, and I drink. By now, it’s been two weeks since Bucky left for a mission in Russia, along with Steve and Tony. I remained at the base of the Avengers, until my boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, not back. I hate staying at home alone; It reminds me every fucking minute that he’s not there, and the silence overwhelms me. So for now I sleep in the room next to Natasha; At least I try. I miss Bucky. I miss my boyfriend. I miss his voice, his contagious laugh, his eyes staring at me, his soft and sweet lips on mine, his arms around my waist. It’s horrible to be so far away from him, and not having news of him.
I drain the anger and frustration pulling punches in punching bag, but doesn’t help much; I hear the gym door open, and enters Natasha smiling.
“Y/n, dinner is almost ready.”
“Thanks Nat.”
Without another word, Natasha comes out, and I remain alone again. I sigh; she and Sam are the fantastic friends, and in all this time that Bucky is not there, did everything they could to distract me; we went to the movies, to eat a pizza, at Luna Park. But they’re not my Bucky.
I return to my room, and after a quick shower, I go into the kitchen. Natasha and Sam are already there, sitting on the couch watching a movie; after greeting Sam, I sit down beside him, and I watch the film with them. Just when it’s late, I greet you both, and silently I go back in the room. This is my daily routine, for two long weeks.
I want my Bucky.

Will come back.
And another day began; after breakfast, Sam and I have made a run, and we bet about who was faster; when there is no Steve to run with him, Sam is always happy, because it’s easier to win for him.
When we returned to base, I’m back in the gym, and I started to give again to punch the punching bag; it’s the only thing that calms me. After a while I stop and support the forehead of the punching bag, and I close my eyes; Bucky is my life, since I was back to being himself. The first time I met him, he was still the Winter Soldier, and I have done nothing but fight him; he was strong, and he put me to the mat in a few moves. At that moment I thought that I hated him. I am a proud person, and I hate to lose; in spite of everything, I felt a shiver when our eyes met. I didn’t pay much attention, but when Bucky is back to being.. Bucky, everything changed.
He’s fantastic, sweet, and kind, and even broken. And since we attend us, he makes me feel alive. For him it wasn’t easy to get back to ‘normal’ life, what the HYDRA did to him.. after all this time, sometimes he wakes up at night, because of a nightmare, and I try to comfort the more likely. I am still absorbed in my thoughts, when I hear the door open; without looking, I sigh.
“Yeah, Nat. Lunch is ready. ”
“Can I be your food?”
I open my eyes when I hear his voice; I quickly turn to the door to be sure I recogniz the voice of my boyfriend, or if it’s just a dream; but he’s there. Bucky, in his combat uniform, half dirt, but all his glory. Instinctively, I run towards him, and in a few seconds I throw myself into his arms, my legs around his waist. We remain silent for a while, enjoying this intimate moment between us; I inhale his scent, I brush his skin with the fingers.
“I missed you so much.”
“I’ve noticed.”
I blush, and having stretched the legs and resting my feet on the ground, I look in his eyes.
Bucky smiles, and laying his hands cupped my cheeks, he grabs my lips with his, and pulls me to his chest. How much he missed me..
I try to deepen the kiss, but then I remember that we are in the gym, and that someone can come suddenly.
“I missed you too.” he says when we move away, his arms still around my waist.
“When did you come back?”
“I have just returned. Natasha had told me you were here, and then I’m over here right away.”
I smile. He tries to get close, but jokingly I run him by me.
“Calm down, big boy. You need a shower, and long. ”
He laughs; I’m so happy that he is here with me, and his laugh is so contagious, that I begin laughing too.
“Why are you crying?” he suddenly asked; I frown, and I touch my face with the hand. I feel it’s wet, and I smile.
“I’m just glad you’re here.”
Bucky pulls me to him, and kisses my forehead.
“How about if we go back to our home?” he asks me as grazes my ear with his lips, making me shiver, “Take a shower, we have dinner, and we’re together.”
I swallow hard when I hear the last words; now that he’s finally back, I want him all to myself.
“Let’s go back to our home.”

After entering the house, me and Bucky we head both in the bathroom. I open the valve of the tap, and while the tub fills with hot water, I undress. I remain alone with the bra and panties, and suddenly I feel the Bucky’s eyes fixed on me. I smile, and satisfied with the effect that I do to him, I glance over my shoulder.
“Like what you see, James?”
I call him by his first name, knowing what causes in him when he hears my voice say it; he’s approaching menacingly at me, his hands touching my hips, and I feel a shiver along my spine when his metal fingers brush my bare skin. My back touch his bare chest, and Bucky leaves wet kisses in the hollow of my neck.
“After all this time, hell, of course I like it, doll.”
I turn to him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, I brush his lips, and I shrink, trying to provoke him.
“Will you do me the honour, James, to take my clothes off?”
“I’m the one just returned from a mission. You should undress me. ”
I bite my lip, and not make me say it twice, I lower the zipper of his pants, and I lower them along with the boxer; he does the same with me, and when we are both naked, we enter into the tub, facing each other. We relax both in contact with the hot water, that loosens our tense muscles. I look at Bucky, and only now I notice a tinge of sadness in his face; I was so glad to see him again, I didn’t ask him how was your mission. When I ask him, with a sad look tries to divert the issue. If he doesn’t want to talk, it means that something went wrong. I get close to him, and sat down on his legs, I obliged him to look at me.
“What’s wrong, Buck?”
He swallows, and then look at me; he touches my cheek with his metal arm, and a sad smile appears on his face.
“Why me?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Why did you choose me? Why are you with me? ”
I remain surprised by his words; I thought he knew why I’m with him. We talked about it a lot of times.
“Because I love you, Bucky.”
“Are you sure?”
I feel the tears fill my eyes, and I am speechless. Why he thinks I don’t love him?
“Bucky what happened during the mission?”
Bucky continues to look helpless, and after a while he sighs, and looks down.
“We saved the civilians by.. a bomb, I think. And when at last they were safe, people have approached us to thank us. They were so happy to see Captain America and Iron Man. But when they saw me.. I think they were afraid. I know it’s a stupid thing, but.. I’m not a hero, Y/n. Steve and Tony are. I’m just a horrible experiment, which kill.. ”
Bucky doesn’t finish the sentence because of me. My lips are placed on his, and I kiss him hard; my tongue makes contact with his, and my teeth biting his bottom lip, making him moan. I feel his erection touching my leg, but I try not to pay attention; I just want him to understand that I didn’t need a hero.

I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can kiss

We finish the kiss, but my lips brush even those of Bucky, while his arms leaning on my waist. I look into his eyes, trying not to cry.
“Those people are idiots, they don’t know what they missed. If they got to you, they would know that you are a wonderful, sweet, kind, and selfless. I love you, Bucky.”
“I was a monster before.” Bucky says, the trembling voice. Tears streaming down his face, and I push off with the thumbs. I put my lips on his again, then on the cheeks, then on the eyes, then on the forehead; I wrap my arms around his neck and I hug him.
“It wasn’t your fault. You were under the control of HYDRA, but now you are free. You have your life again, you have your best friend, and other friends who love you. You have me. I don’t need a superhero.”

I’m not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can miss

The Bucky’s metal arm is laying on my back, massaging it up and down.
My eyes met his, and he slings on my lips, and kisses me. I put my hands cupped over his face, and I closer and closer to me; my body in contact with his drives me crazy, and makes the same effect on Bucky. He begins to torture the hollow’s neck, then the collarbone, up to fall on my breasts; he leaves me deep marks, making me moan. His erection pushes more towards me, and I just want to feel him inside of me, to make him feel how much I love him.
“I know doll, I know..”
Bucky pushes me away from him on the other side of the tub, and ranks on me; our movements they drop the water on the floor, but none of us matter at this time. My hands are on his shoulders, while he brushes my entry without preamble, and in a moment his cock inside me. I yell, while Bucky fills me more and more; he begins to push, and I cling closer to him, my legs around his waist. Our skin slamming against each other, and the water that moves around our bodies, it causes weird sounds.
“I love you, Y/n.”
My eyes met his, and Bucky pushes more and more inside of me. I arch my back, and I try to still get closer to him.
“I love you too, Bucky. I love you so much.. ”
It’s true. I love him. Despite the things that he did, in spite of the horrors he lived, I love him. I feel my body tremble, and then I come, continuing to repeat his name, and that I love him. Bucky groans, and with one final push he comes too. I don’t care if for the others he’s not a superhero; I don’t love the Winter Soldier. I love Bucky Barnes.

Oh I want something just like this
Oh I want something just like this

After our intimate moment, and putting in order the bathroom, me and Bucky we put in the kitchen to cook something. We laughed and joked, and almost burned the kitchen. Now we’re both lying on the couch, me in his arms, with the TV on. Bucky caresses my hair, and suddenly I feel him smile.
“You know you’re beautiful with this shirt on?”
I smile, realizing that the shirt is talking about is his. I lifted my face to look at him, and my eyes meet his.
“I have to thank the owner of the shirt.”
His lips brush my temple, and I feel a shiver down my spine; it always happens when he touches me.
“Now you know.” I say suddenly, losing myself in his grey eyes. He furrows his eyebrows, not understanding what I’m talking about.
“That I’m with you for who you are, not for what you do.”
“I love you, Y/n.”
“And I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

Oh I want something just like this
Oh I want something just like this

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Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.4K
Warnings: Angst, a lil’ fluff, swearing,

A/N: I always love angst and I had such fun writing this. Sorry this took a few weeks!

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Dating Bucky Barnes didn’t come easy. Waking up at 3am to his screams of horror at his nightmare memories, his brooding quietness that drove you insane, the alcoholism that reared it’s ugly head from time to time, him not understanding that he wasn’t The Winter Soldier that Hydra made. These challenges were hard on your relationship, but you loved Bucky nonetheless. 

But there was just one thing that you couldn’t stand. The moment Bucky told you that Natasha and him had a past, you knew it was something you wouldn’t be able to get past. Not that you let Bucky know that; you made sure that any time you saw the two of them talking or training, you didn’t show the fiery jealously that burned through your veins. But you were trying, every time you saw the two of them together you try to reassure yourself that Bucky was in a relationship with you, not her.

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Love Can Heal (Part 3)

 Pairing: Paul Lahote X Reader / Emmett Cullen X Ex!Reader

 Word count: 1.148

 Warnings: Depression; self-harm; pretty much stuff like that.


 Part 1

 Part 2

 Part 4

 Part 5

 Part 6

 Part 7

 I don’t know how long we stayed on the airplane because I slept. I woke up on Emmett’s shoulder and stood up straight quickly since I’m still angry with him. Angry with the Cullen. Bella and Edward are waiting for us, so I say hi to both and get in the car. It’s terribly cold. I embrace myself and close my eyes only to open them to see their house. I remember it perfectly, and I hate it even more now.

 Esme hugs me and guides me in. At least they turned on the heater for me. Everyone comes to apologize and welcome me. I try not to look so pissed off.

 “Come, I’ll show you your room.”

 “Where are my bags?”

 “I throw them out.” Emmett smiles and I can notice Alice getting excited.

 “You did what?” I want to hit him in the face, but I’m just too tired. I run upstairs. Well, kind of. I walk upstairs as fast as I can. “I’ll take a shower and you better get me some clothes or I’ll be on the next flight back to Alaska!”

 I get into the first room I see and rush to the bathroom. I don’t know who “sleeps” here but I don’t care.

 Once I’m done I open the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel, and Emmett is smiling at me, holding a small pile of clothes. I take them and get back inside the bathroom.

 “You’re not going back.”

 “I know.” I get dressed and walk out. “My bedroom, please?”

 “Come.” He makes me follow him to the other side of the house, to a bedroom with a wall made of glass. I can see the trees, the sky and so much more.

 “We set this room especially for you. Did you like it?” Esme is here, being so kind that I feel bad for being mad at her for two years.

 “Yes. Thank you. Maybe some curtains.” I suggest.

 “Sure. I’ll leave you two to talk.” She walks out and closes the door. I pull the blanket and wrap it around myself, sitting on the bed.

 “Can I hug you?”

 “No.” I say, without thinking twice.


 “I’m tired. I’ll try to get sleep.”

 “I’ll wake you up soon, so you can eat.” Emmett kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I lay down hoping for a calm sleep.

 They make me eat. Against my will. Five vampires hang over me, forbidding me to even move until I finish. There’s too much food, but I push it in. I cry and I threat to murder them. When I’m done, I feel weird, heavy. I can’t remember the last time I ate this amount of food.

 “I’ll throw up.”

 “You won’t. Just…”

 “I’m not kidding.” It’s been months since eat properly. My stomach is not used to be so… filled. I’m gonna throw up.

 “Focus. Concentrate on… on anything. Let’s watch TV. ”

 They drag me to the couch. I lay down and close my eyes again. The night is falling and I feel uncomfortable. I wanna go home. I wanna sleep. I don’t want to be in a house full of vampires who want to make feel better. That’s stupid. I get up and head to my bedroom without saying anything when someone knocks.

 Esme opens the door and four men walk in. Copper skin, jeans, and a t-shirt. It’s so fucking cold out there, how’s that possible? I stand beside the stairs, looking at them.

 “Ivy, this is…”

 “I’m Sam. The Alpha.” He interrupts Emmett, as the four men come closer to me.

 “The wolves, as I promised.” Emmett is suddenly by my side.

 “This is Paul, Jacob and Kevin.” The Alpha continues, not bothering to smile. “Jacob is Renesmee’s boyfriend and Kevin the newest on the pack. He’s your age.”

 “How do you know my age?”

 “Emmett told us.” The one who is called Paul gives me a small smile.

 “Yeah.” I murmur.

 “He told us about your depression too.”

 “Yeah. Sam, right? He told you something else?” I’m getting really irritated with Emmett right now, telling these strange people about my private life.

 “Only about your being depressed. Care about telling us why?” Is Paul again. He steps closer, analyzing me.

 “Yes, sure.”

 “Ivy, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel comfortable.” Emmett touches my arm and I take a deep breath.

 “I… I killed my parents.” I whisper and all the wolves stare at me in shock. “I mean… They died because of me. I went to a party they didn’t want me to. They went after me, had a car accident, got stuck inside the damn car, a fire started and they burned to death.”

 I’m crying, looking at my feet. It’s cold, I’m tired and my hands are shaking. The silence kills me while they look at each other. I’m almost giving up and running to my bedroom.

 “We’re very sorry about your…”

 “About my loss? Thank you.” I say abruptly, drying my tears and facing them. “I need to take a shower.”

 “You just did. A few hours ago.” Emmett makes me stop when I’m about run upstairs.

 “Why don’t you come with us? We’re going to have pizza.” Paul speaks all of a sudden. Now I realize how he stares at me like he couldn’t get enough, or like he’s trying to memorize me. Maybe he’s so damn sure I’m going to die that he just wants to keep this poor girl in his memory.

 “You don’t have to do that.”

 “Do what?”

 “Whatever Emmett told you to.”

 “He told me nothing.”

 “Mhmm.” I push Emmett away again and turn to face Paul. “Being honest, I don’t wanna go.”

 “Why don’t you give it a try?” Emmett has an angry expression on his face, but I can tell he’s thinking about me first. “Go out for a walk and… keep your mind away from sad thoughts.”

 “I don’t know these men. They could be serial killers.”

 “They’re not serial killers. And I’ll go with you, of course.”

 “No. I don’t wanna go.”

 “Please? I know a very good snack bar. Great pizza.” Paul gets over excited with the pizza and I look at him awkwardly. I just can’t understand why someone can be so happy just because of pizza.

 “I’m sorry, I…”

 “I’ll give you a ride on my back.”

 “Why would I want it?”

 “Because anyone can ride a horse, but not many girls are so lucky to ride a giant wolf.” He smiles and I almost feel excited to go.

 “Okay. Turn to a wolf, then.”

 “Outside.” Paul steps aside, gesturing for me to go. I try to smile, but I don’t know if it’s possible. So I just walk past him, staring at the front door, really excited for the first time in two years.




First time I got out the house for something other than work in literally a week.

Monday- 4/24/17

• so I slept awful last night and got a total of maybe 2-3 hours of sleep so when I was awake at 6am I figured I’d get some exercise in despite not wanting to move.

• so I went on a 2 mile run then walked for a while. I couldn’t run without feeling like I was just going to start crying (just from feeling so low and overwhelmed) so I stopped after mile 2 and walking was so nice.

• now I’m back home and showered, then in about half an hour I’m going to leave and go to Starbucks for a few hours before work. I just need to try and keep myself occupied with my days otherwise I seem to just get depressed.

• I want to thank you all for all the messages and support and love I received in regards to my friend situation earlier this week and the whole feeling depressed stuff too. I read them all and appreciate it. That being said, I don’t know anything about what happened with my friend other than she is okay but she’s still not in contact with anyone on her own terms, which I’m trying very hard to simply be okay with and accept. But it’s hard. I’m just feeling an all new feeling of lonely and it’s dark and sad. But one day it’ll pass, just today is not that day.

• anyways, again, thank you for the continuous love and support and I hope you’re all doing well 💕

white-haired-hope-squad  asked:

Your family AU is so lovely, and your art is so beautiful.. Do you have headcanons (or is it a canon? Lol) about their backstories, like Shiro & Keith's families, their first meeting, how they proposed to each other, how the kids ended up in orphanage, etc? (Sorry that's a lot!)

Oh my goodness THANK YOU! I’m glad you found The Voltron Family AU lovely ;A; I wanna draw more for this AU so probably soon!! :D Alright I got chu. Since you wanted more of this, I’m going to deliver.

Shiro and Keith’s Families

  • Both of their families are in Japan.
  • The Shiroganes are from Kyoto, while the Koganes are from Tokyo (yes, Keith isn’t actually an orphan here). Keith is a city boy while Shiro is a country bumpkin lmao
  • So they didn’t have any problems where to stay when they visited Japan with their kids WHOM THEIR FAMILIES ADORE. 
  • They didn’t care if they were not blood-related because they could see how much Shiro and Keith adored their children and that was enough.

Shiro and Keith’s First Meeting

  • Shiro and Keith were one of those who were in the exchange program in college for their final year. Shiro for pre-med, and Keith for Lit. 
  • They met at the library as cheesy as that sounds. It was during finals and Shiro was cramming his papers and Keith as well.
  • There was only ONE WORKING PRINTER on the 3rd floor because it was already late and they were the only ones left. It was 11:30PM.
  • Shiro was in the printing room first and but the printer stopped working 
  • Keith went inside to print his and he sees Shiro panicking
  • Keith: Hey, dude, you okay?
    Shiro: It stopped printing and my papers are due at midnight!
    Keith: Oh, shit. Really? Mine, too. And I have to get these done and have it mailed to my prof because I am not going to flunk this subject. WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE PRINTER?
    Shiro: What?! You think I did this?! *gestures to the printer*
    Keith: *looks around and pointedly at Shiro* You’re the only one here.
    Shiro: UNBELIEVABLE!!!
    Keith: *smiles* I’m Keith Kogane.
    Shiro: Takashi Shirogane, but most people call me Shiro.
    Keith: My printer works at my dorm. If you still want to print? It’s just a two minute walk from here.
    Shiro: Bless you! I could just kiss you right now!! \o/
    Keith: *laughs* Buy me the 3rd book of Harry Potter first and we’ll see. 

Shiro and Keith Proposal

  • They’ve been dating for eight years because they’re cute like that.
  • It happens when Shiro visits Keith’s apartment. He knows his boyfriend is such a bibliophile so he tries to maneuver the place because books, papers, manuscripts are scattered everywhere. Keith’s already an editor and Shiro’s already a doctor.
  • Keith’s still in bed and he’s surrounded by so many papers he was trying to proofread the night before. 
  • Shiro gently wakes him up by showering him kisses all over the face
  • Shiro: Baby, wake up wake up wake up!
    Keith: GO AWAY SHIRO IT’S A WEEKEND *grumbles*
    Shiro: But it’s the day Deathly Hallows go on sale!!
    Keith: *opens eyes immediately* Holy shit. I need to get to the st–
    Shiro: *stops him* No need. Because I am such a great boyfriend I got you the book already and it arrived last night! *gives Keith the gift*
    Keith: *holds the wrapped gift* Baby… you’re… *looks at Shiro* You’re the best have I already mentioned that?
    Shiro: *beams* Well, I’ve been told by some. Some. One. 
    Keith: *gives him a peck* I can’t believe this. *opens the gift and sees the book* I feel like I might cry. 
    Shiro: Go on. Open it! Feel it~
    Keith: I’ll try not to read because I dont want to spoil myself. *opens the book and sees it’s been cut inside to hold a small black box* Shiro… *still staring at the black box inside the book* *takes out the box and opens it to reveal a silver ring*
    Shiro: Keith, I just want you to know that, well, I’m not pressuring you or anything but I felt like, you know… We’ve been together for such a long time now and honestly…
    Keith: Shut up, Shiro.
    Shiro: *blinks* W-what? 
    Keith: I love you so much, of course I’d say yes.
    Shiro: Oh my god. *laughs nervously* I had a speech prepared and all
    Keith: *laughs and then hugs Shiro* You idiot. No speech needed. I can’t believe you beat me to it. *sobs* Fucking hell. You idiot. You even destroyed a book for your proposal. A Harry Potter one at that. This is expensive! What the hell *hugs him tightly* You idiot. You idiot. And I love you so so much. This is so ridiculous my snot is all over your shirt but I don’t care right now. *laughs* You’re going to marry someone who’s going to shower you with snot and you can’t back away now.
    Shiro: *laughs while stroking Keith’s hair* I wouldn’t have it any other way. Stop crying, Keith. I’m sorry for destroying the book. I got you another one because I doubt you’ll be able to read the one I used. Do you want to see the not-destroyed-brand-new Deathly Hallows now?
    Keith: *shakes his head* Let’s stay this way. The book can wait. 

How the kids ended up in the orphanage

  • Lance was a survivor when there was a fire in their building. His mom and dad died along with his siblings. 
  • Hunk is Lance’s friend in that same building. Him and Lance were the only survivor because they were playing at the building’s lobby so they were able to get out quickly. Hunk lost his family, too.
  • Pidge’s parents were already dead and her brother Matt took care of her, until he died in a car accident. Shiro knew Matt so when he found out that Pidge was at the orphanage, he decided to adopt her and Keith agreed. Then they saw Hunk and Keith was so taken but Lance and Hunk were a package so they adopted both. :D Lance was admiration-at-first-sight when he saw Shiro walk through those entrance doors of the orphanage. ;)

I spent too much time on the proposal HAHAHHAHA But there you have it!

how to cope with loss

get high and cry
spend time with friends and cry and let them comfort you
work out. sweat your ass off.
then cry in the shower.
hug your dad’s brother and cry
go for a drive and cry
lay in your bed and cry

if you want to cry, then cry.
cry as much as you need to.
never apologize or feel guilty when you’re sad.
grief is involuntary

this kind of sad
is the kind that builds
more love inside of you.
your tears are building strength.

i guess, i think,
my dad is kind of entwining himself into me,
his life is moving into mine.
i am giving him life.
i have always been a part of him,
but now he is a part of me.

when we cry
because a loved one is gone
when we ache,
when we immerse ourselves
in the memories of our loss,
we are recreating
that person inside of us.
their energies are shifting into our own.
and they are here with us. always.

Always Mine - Chapter 11


A/N: Here’s chapter 11! Better late than never lol! I hope you guys like this chapter! And if you haven’t already, check out my JDM one shot called Change! 

Katherine didn’t answer. Everything in her had frozen. Just yesterday she had been silently praying that Negan would just show up already and hand out her punishment so she could get it done and over with. But now that he was here in front of her, she just wished he’d leave her there.

Negan chuckled dryly when she didn’t answer.

“I’ll take that as a fucking yes.” He walked over to her and squatted down in front of her, using Lucille to balance himself. His eyes raked over her. There was dirt all over her dress as well as her skin and her hair was a knotty mess.

“Don’t take this the wrong fucking way, Doll, but you look like fucking shit.”

Katherine still didn’t answer him. It was deathly silent between them for a few minutes. Katherine could feel his hard stare on her but kept her eyes on the ground.

“Ya know, Doll, these past few days have been pretty fucking shitty. First, your brother kill two of my fucking men. Second, I almost fucking got shot by that little hot head from your group. Third, I find out you have been fucking lying to me about our little buddy, Spencer.”

Katherine felt tears stinging her eyes when images of Spencer and him lying on the ground dead flashed in her mind.

“And then, imagine my fucking surprise when we get back and I fucking find out that Daryl fucking killed Fat Joseph before escaping.”

Katherine’s eyes widened and she slowly looked up at Negan, who had a deep scowl on his face.

Daryl had escaped?

“You’re group has been causing me a lot of fucking trouble lately. I am this fucking close,” he put his thumb and pointer finger together, leaving a little space in between. “To getting all my men, taking all the fucking guns we took back and heading back to Alexandria and ending the problem once and for fucking all. But first…first I’m gonna fucking deal with you.”

He moved slightly closer to her, making Katherine press her back against the wall.

“Did you really fucking think I didn’t know about Spencer? I knew from the first fucking time we went to Alexandria and he opened the gate. I saw how he fucking looked over at you. And I even fucking gave you a chance to tell me the fucking truth and you still fucking lied!” He yelled his anger once again rising when he thought about the situation.

Tears fell from her eyes and a sob left her mouth. Negan kept the scowl on his face.

“Why did you fucking lie to me?”

Katherine sniffled.

“B-because I knew you would kill him when you found out. I-I didn’t want anyone else to die.”

“He fucking touched you, Katherine. He’s fucking lucky I made it as quick as possible. Besides, you should be fucking thanking me. He was trying to get me to kill your fucking dad.”

Katherine just continued to sniffle and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied.”

Negan gave a small grin.

“I fucking know, Kitty Kat. But you lied and that means you still have to be fucking punished.”

Katherine felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest.

“P-please don’t hurt me.”

Negan tisked at her.

“Calm the fuck down, Kitty Kat. You know I’d never lay a fucking hand on you.”

“No but there’s worse,” she whispered. He wouldn’t lay a hand on her but what about her family? She knew he would gladly go after them to teach Katherine a lesson.

Negan smirked.

“Oh how right you fucking are, Kitty Kat!”

Katherine didn’t like the look in his eyes as he stood up, Lucille hanging by his side.

“Get up.”

Katherine sat frozen on the ground. Negan sucked his teeth when she didn’t move.

“Are you suddenly fucking deaf? Get the fuck up. Now.”

Katherine swallowed hard. Not wanting to make him angry, she slowly stood on shaky legs. Negan grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room. Katherine momentarily closed her eyes, the lights from the hallway burning her pupils since she had been kept in a dark, cold, cell for three days.

Negan pulled her down the hallway to another set of cells. Katherine slowly opened her eyes as they stopped in front of one. Negan pulled the door open and shoved Katherine inside. Her eyes widened when she saw Eugen, kneeling on the ground, Simon holding him down with a gun next to his head.

She looked him over, seeing dried tears on his face as well as a bruised cheek and black eye. She heard the door shut before Negan’s heavy footsteps came towards her.

“You see Kitty Kat, our little fucking bullet maker here refuses to tell us anything about your old group. He’s being tough, which by the way, is fucking surprising with how often he cries. But anyways, I gotta fucking break him. And you…you’re gonna fucking help me do it, Doll.”

Katherine’s eyes widened she swore her heart stopped.

“Simon, you got it?” Simon nodded and pulled something off of his belt loop. Katherine gasped softly seeing it was a whip.

Negan smirked and walked over, taking the weapon from his right hand man before looking back at Katherine.

“Get the fuck over here, Kitty Kat.”

Katherine’s eyes remained wide as she shook her head in horror. Eugene didn’t deserve this.

“No.” She whispered. “Please don’t make me do this. I-.”

“I know, I fucking know. You’ll do anything. Well guess the fuck what, Doll, this is what I want you to fucking do. So get your fucking ass over here.”

Tears began running down her cheeks again and she shook her head. Negan scowled and walked over roughly grabbed her chin. Katherine yelped and looked up at him, fear clear in her eyes.

“I’m fucking tired of you not listening, Katherine. When I tell you to fucking do something, you better fucking do it or things will get so much fucking worse for you.”

He dragged her over so they were standing behind Eugene. Negan nodded at Simon who put his gun in the holster before pulling out a knife and cuting Eugene’s shirt clean down the back before pulling it open and exposing his bare skin.

Katherine stood frozen in fear as Negan forced the whip into her hand.

“Five fucking hits should do it. And I want them to be a good fucking hit, Kitty Kat or I’ll fucking make you start over.”

Katherine started sobbing and shook her head.

“P-Please don’t make me do this.”

“Your fucking actions have consequences, Katherine. Maybe next time you’ll fucking think about things. Now fucking do it.”

Katherine cried and shook her head.

“Katherine, it’s okay. You can do it, I’ll be fine.” She heard Eugene say. It just made her cry harder.

“Well look at that. The fucking pussy grew a spine! Well let’s see how fucking well he does after this.”

“I’ll give you a baby.” She blurted out without thinking. Negan chuckled and shook his head.

“Kitty Kat, a baby is a gift. You broke a fucking rule. You don’t get a fucking gift for that. You get a fucking punishment.” He walked closer and bent down to whisper in her ear. “But let’s fucking revisit that baby idea after all this shit.” He grinned and stood back up.

Katherine closed her eyes and cried. She was trying to come up with other ideas on how to get out of this but nothing was coming to mind. She knew there was no where out. Just like there was no way to get away from Negan. He’d always win.

“Fucking tick tock, Kitty Kat. Keep wasting my fucking time, I’ll add on more fucking hits.”

Katherine sniffled and opened her eyes, looking down at Eugene’s bare back through blurry eyes.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, before raising the whip and hitting his back. When he cried out, she started crying harder while Negan laughed.

“That a fucking girl! Keep it going.”

Katherine sobbed as she hit Eugene over and over again. It seemed like it had gone on forever until she felt Negan grasp her shoulder’s.

“See? That wasn’t so fucking bad, was it?” Katherine just cried and threw the whip on the ground before looking at Eugene’s bloody back.

“Simon, take him to fucking see Carson then lock him back in here.”

Simon nodded and pulled up a barely conscious Eugene, pulling him up and out of the room.

Katherine fell to the ground. She clutched her chest as her body shook violently with sobs. She was just made to hurt one of her friends because she broke a rule.

Negan began whistling as he squatted down next to her, running a finger down her cheek.

“Hey there, Kitty Kat, no need to fucking cry. It’s over now. You fucking delt with your punishment.” He lent in closer to her. “But if you ever fucking break one of my rule’s again, I’ll fucking make sure that’s Carl you’re hitting next time. And then maybe your dad, and whoever fucking else I see fit. You fucking got me?”

Katherine slowly nodded.

“Good. Now let’s go get you a fucking shower and have that fucking baby talk.”

Katherine sat huddled in the corner of the shower, shaking, as the water rained down on her. She hugged her knees to her chest while she heard whistling just outside the door.

Negan had led her to his room, handed her a fresh set of clothes and shoved her towards the bathroom.

Katherine stayed sitting in the tub, not wanting to get out. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she had just done. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. She had blurted out the baby thing in a moment of desperation. It was something Negan had brought up while they were in Alexandria and the only thing that came to mind in that moment of need.

She didn’t know what would happen now that she had said that. Sure she wanted kids but after the world turned, she wasn’t to sure anymore. She knew it was risky now a days to have a baby. And she was sure she didn’t want her baby’s father to be Negan.

What if they did have a child? What if it grew up to be just like Negan?

She wiped stray tears from her eyes as a loud pounding sounded on the bathroom door.

“You’ve got five fucking minutes to get out here before I fucking come in there.”

Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She needed to be strong. She slowly stood up, her legs shaking below her as she turned off the water and stepped out into the cold air.

Drying off, she slipped on the pair of white laces panties Negan gave her along with the matching bra. After that, she pulled on the pale yellow sundress and brushed out her hair.

She turned around and placed her hand on the doorknob but couldn’t find it in herself to turn it. She wished the walls would just close in on her.

“One fucking minute!”

Katherine closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before slowly opening the door. Her eyes immediately looked around the room for Negan. She spotted him standing at the table that housed all his alcohol with his back to her.

“About fucking time. Go sit the fuck down.”

He ordered, not even looking at her. Katherine swallowed hard. She took notice of how overly calm his voice was and that worried her.

Her shaky legs carried her over to one of the leather couches and sat down.

She focused on her hands, the only sound in the room being the clinking of the alcohol bottle and a glass.

He turned around a few seconds later, a glass of scotch in his hand as he whistled some cheery tune and sat down on the table in front of her. He took a sip of his drink before setting it down on the table and looking at her.

“Now Kitty Kat, there is nothing I’d love more in this fucking world then to have a fucking rugrat with you but you gotta fucking admit, Doll, our fucking relationship needs some work before we bring a kid into the mix.”

Katherine let out a silent sigh of relief. Negan noticed this and smirked.

“You look fucking relieved, Kitty Kat. Why is that?”

‘Shit.’ She thought.

“I um. I-I just don’t know if this is a world to bring a baby into.”

Negan laughed.

“Doll, we’ve got the best fucking doctor and medicine here. Plus everything from the communties that fucking work for us. We’d be all fucking set. No one would fucking mess with our baby. But like I fucking said, our relationship needs some fucking work. You aren’t being the good fucking Kitty Kat I first met and I think I fucking know why.”

‘Because you’re a psychotic, possessive, bat wielding, murderer?’

Negan moved closer, blissfully unaware of the things Katherine had called him in her mind. He reached out and cupped her chin, making sure she kept her eyes on his.

“It’s because you’re fucking jealous.”

Katherine wished she could have seen the look on her own face. She was fairly sure it was a look between shocked and confused. She tried her best to hide it but knew she wasn’t doing a very good job.


Negan nodded, a serious look on his face.

“You’re fucking jealous. Here I was, fucking living it up, married to five other women while you were left slumming it back at Alexandria. You’re jealous you have to fucking share me with the other girls.” He smirked as Katherine just continued looking at him like he had three heads. “And I’m here to fucking tell you, Doll, you don’t have to be fucking jealous. You’re still my number one fucking girl. Well, besides Lucille here.”

Katherine couldn’t help but think that Negan had finally lost his mind.

Negan pulled her face closer to his, his hot breath fanning her lips.

“I’ve got just the fucking thing to fix all that though.” He eyed her lips before moving them up to lock on her blue orbs. He grinned widely, his tongue poking out between his teeth to wet his lips before he spoke. “You and I are gonna get fucking married for real.”


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Mixed Messages

Requested by huntingthetardisat221b, Sam x reader have feeling for each other, but neither thinks the other is interested. They have both been hooking up with people to try and distract themselves. Eventually, the truth comes out.

Word Count: 1366

Warning: Smut

I tried my best to sneak in quietly, but Dean was already awake. He turned from rummaging in the tiny motel refrigerator to look at me, still dressed in last night’s clothes. I grinned sheepishly at his raised eyebrow.

“The walk of shame is becoming a habit of yours,” he whispered. There was no judgment in his voice, he was no stranger to this, after all. Still, I felt a pang of guilt at his words. I knew I had been having a lot of “fun” lately for the wrong reason.


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Jin: As soon as Jin turned the corner of the hall to look in the bathroom to see a huge blue mess waiting for him, he knew he’d be in for a wild evening. “Y/N!” he’d yell, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. You’d pop your now blue head from the doorway of your bedroom, your briht smile making everything worthwhile. 

“You sure are interesting, Jagiya” 

Originally posted by mintokkies

Suga: “Y/N! Why the HELL is our bathtub purple?” He’d yell from the bathroom. You’d skip happily to your grumpy boyfriend to show off your bright ass purple hair and his words stuck in his throat. 

“Okay, that’s cute. But please clean this up. I need to shower.”

Originally posted by the-rap-man


J-Hope: “Jagiya, I think someone was murdered in our bathroom.” Hoseok would cry. You’d laugh at him and do a bunch of aegyo for him to show off your pink hair. 

“I love you and your crazy hair!”

Originally posted by hoesoks

Rap Monster: “Namjoonie! Come look at my hair! It took me so long but I finally got it the same shade of red you used to have it!” You’d yell from the bathroom. He’d come in just in time to see you twirl happily in front of the mirror, enjoying his view. 

“Oppa really likes that color on you.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin: Jimin would come home to you patiently waiting for him at the door, your silver hair surprising him. “What do you think, oppa?” He’d stare for a while longer, the change affecting him GREATLY.

“You look so damn good…”

Originally posted by parkjiminz

V: You’d dyed you hair lavender because you just loved the War of Hormones era. You hoped Taehyung would love it as much as you did. He really did. His wide eyes and bright smile replaced by a very sly smirk. 

“You’ve started a war of hormones for us, Jagi.”

Originally posted by chimchams

Jungkook: He’d be more shocked than anything. “Jungkook! I dyed my hair green!” You’d yell. He would watch as you modeled off your new hair and smile. 

“You look good, Jagi. I was really not expecting this from you!” 

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I was sitting here crying, trying to find the strength to take a shower and get to work. Then I found out a co worker that can do my job is at work tonight so I can stay home. Now I’m crying tears of relief. I’ve been in a bad way for a few days now. I need to get my shit together. I did make some phone calls this morning! I hate being in the phone. UGH. I ended up feeling very unwell after doing that. Head is pounding. Now I can go back to bed. Trying not to think about having no food in the house…