i need to see her face in gifs

boi i just had so much drama with the whole saves not appearing situation-but all is well now. i made these specifically for Logan because i felt i had a lack of piercings for her, so ta dah!

*DISCLAIMER* i made these for a certain sim so the position of the piercings are in her shape. if  you can’t see them then you’ll need to rejig yo sims face if it’s really that necessary. but if it so happens that your sim already has the same chin position- then yay. so yeah.


sims 4 snake bite piercings

new mesh. suitable for all genders ❤

(ノ゚ο゚)ノミ  download

here’s a gif i made after talking to @rynnaminttea for a bit and seeing the gif that she was making of Killu, i don’t want to spoil since her’s is ssooooo cute but i got inspired! I feel like it’s moving a bit slow but idk (thank you Ryn for adding on my signature!)

OKAY OKAY I AM MUCH EMOTION AND I NEEDED TO SHARE MY PAIN

LOOK AT HOW SHE HOLDS HER FOREHEAD UP FOR HIM TO LEAN ON WITH HIS OWN BECAUSE SHE’S SO USED TO THEM DOING THAT AFTER THEY KISS.

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(do you want me to keep going? because i can…)

BUT HE PHYSICALLY CAN’T BECAUSE HE’S FROZEN BUT YOU CAN SEE HIM SHAKE SLIGHTLY (maybe that’s just because of Emma holding onto him or Colin not being able to stay completely still) BECAUSE HE REALLY WANTS TO BUT HE JUST CAN’T AND EMMA’S FACE DROPS BECAUSE SHE REALLY NEEDED HIM TO THAT IN THAT MOMENT BECAUSE TO HER IN THAT MOMENT THAT WAS THEIR LAST KISS AND UGH ASDFGHJKLL

‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

Come Home, Daddy

Characters: Jensen x Reader, OFC Daughter Emmarie

Warnings: fluff, with a teensy side of angst but not really

Word Count: 766

A/N: I’ve got the daddy! Jensen feels in a BAD way. Sorry. And honestly I’m avoiding writing OTHER things. So this just kind of came out of NOWHERE when I saw this gif in my inbox. It’s not the best I’ve done lately, but I’m trying to get back in a good writing habit. Suffer with me!

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THE BEAST // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS CLOSED


Requests: could you do an imagine where the reader is in a beauty and the beast kind of situation and he won’t let them go until they heard that her family was in danger (cause of the Resistance) and he gives her the choice to leave, but they don’t really want to leave? thanks, i love your writing! + I don’t know how to do requests, but I feel like it’d be cool to have a sort of beauty & the beast au if that isn’t too cliche lol???? + Hey so I had this idea after watching the new Beauty & the Beast movie the other day. Ben is cursed by witch lady or Snoke or something and becomes Kylo Ren, essentially UNTIL reader shows up and he goes back to the Light side. Idk. I might sound stupid…

A/N: First things first, this took me like two weeks to do bc I had others to write and this was really long. Second of all, it follows both the animated and live action versions; the characters don’t turn into things, rather, force ghosts (you’ll see), also this is based on Alderaan and you can easily tell which character is who. Anyway, thank you for the requests to those anons! Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of death

Word Count: 10K+ (oops)


The castle that sat atop of a snow covered mountain in the planet of Alderaan was long forgotten–and unheard of. No one dared to enter the land of the cold, seeing as no one was truly aware of its existence with their lack of need to travel the mountains. But, the castle was not abandoned nor was it vacant. Inside lived many souls that had been cursed, one in particular being the most brooding of them all.

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Angel

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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Hey guys! I just wanted to put a disclaimer out here on this story, it is very angsty and deals with mature subject matter, it could possibly be a trigger warning. Thankyou so much!

It all started simple enough, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Hanging out with the gang, that was it. But then there was Betty Cooper

Kind, selfless, beautiful Betty Cooper who would rather die than see any living thing being tormented in any way. He should’ve noticed it, seen it in her eyes, the way her shoulders drew up and her breathing quickened. She was ready for a fight. And a fight she was going to get.

They had been eating, that’s all, just minding their own business, going over school work and laughing with their friends when all of a sudden the crash of a plate hitting the ground echoed through the barely full diner. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Dilton Doiley now sitting on the ground covered in his own food, bleeding from his arm. He wasn’t alone. Surrounding him were the biggest high schoolers Jughead had ever seen, tattooed and muscled their faces so mean and rough, it was scary to even look. And then they kicked the poor boy laying on the ground.

They kicked Dilton so hard, he coughed himself into throwing up. Betty was up in a second flat, he never even had the chance to touch her, grab her arm. Keep her stuck in that seat. He would’ve done anything to keep her there.

“Stop! What’s wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” She shouted hysterically, moving to help Dilton but was quickly stopped by one of the bunch.

“Back off bitch, this isn’t your fight.” It was a group of six all equally staring Betty down with such venom Jughead thought me might throw up alongside Dilton. He saw her hands go up to her ponytail, tightening it.

Oh shit.

“It’s my fight now, this is my town, my diner, my friends.” She stood tall , not a shake to her body. Suddenly without any warning she was slapped across the face, completely knocking her to the ground. “I said mind your own business bitch.” The tallest one spoke spitting on the ground near Betty’s face.

He had hopped over the booth in a second flat, Archie and Kevin following close behind

As soon as he reached for the monster who had slapped Betty he was being pulled down by another two of the gang. Pinning him to the ground and using the heel of his boot, the one to his left kicked him hard in the cheek, splitting his lip. He vaguely heard the screams of Veronica and Cheryl and saw Archie and Kevin being held back.

“This your girlfriend?” The tallest one said shoving Betty’s face into the ground by jugheads head keeping his foot on her head, he couldn’t help but think that this asshole was getting dirt in her hair. He tried to catch her eyes, tried to tell her it was gonna be okay, he was here, they were gonna get out of this but he couldn’t find her eyes, he could only make out the light pink cardigan, they weren’t letting him move, suddenly he heard her yelp and the sound of skin hitting skin caused him to push up in the force holding him back. He caught a glimpse of the scene.

The man had Betty’s shirt almost all the way over her head and had punched her directly in her side. “You’ve gotta learn” he was saying, “you can come with us, pretty young thing like you, we’ve got space in our trailer, we could make good use of you.” The rest of the group laughed and jughead growled

“Oh your boyfriend looks jealous, why don’t we let him see a little more, hell who knows it might be the last time he gets to see this tight little body.” The man was trying to unbutton her jeans but she was wiggling too much. He gripped her face so tight, Jughead was sure he was gonna leave bruises “stop fucking around”

She looked the man dead in the eye and spit right in his face “fuck you.” He couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest, she wasn’t going down without a fight. The mans face contorted into something Jughead had never seen before, he was so angry he was physically red

“You dumb..” his hands were around her neck squeezing and jughead thrashed, pushing against the men holding, “Betty! Get the hell off of her!” He was crying now he could see her choking.

It was all over before it began, the sound of police cars blared through the windows and he was released, watching Betty slip to the ground he breathed a sigh of relief, the gang tried to run but as soon as they made it to the door, pops was there, rifle in his hands and cellphone held up. The cops rammed through the door taking down each and everyone of the monsters. He looked up to see a flash of black and red fly past him.

“Betty! Somebody help! Please” Veronica was crying, thick streaks of black mascara running down her face and Cheryl was on her cellphone with who he presumed was a lawyer based on her declaration of “you’ll be representing Betty Cooper and I want you hereNOW!”

He looked up and saw Archie, holding his arm and helping a shaking Kevin up.

Suddenly snapping out of his daze he got up running to where Betty was laying. Shoving both Cheryl and Veronica out of the way he dropped to his knees. Betty’s eyes were open, tears streaming out, her eye completely swollen and the harsh red fingerprints sticking out on her smooth skin, she had her fingers on her throat,

“I can’t Breathe” she choked out her voice raspy and weak.

Jughead was crying now, she should never look this, ever. but here she was , broken and hurt. And he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t do anything to help her, he couldn’t.

She was reaching for him

“My side juggie, its…I can’t..” his hands instantly went to the lift her t shirt, her ribs were bruised beyond belief and that brought on a fresh round of tears. Suddenly she was being ushered away by a group of emts a man gently lifting her onto a stretcher. Veronica looked at Jughead, “I’m gonna go to the hospital with her okay, you stay here and answer the questions they have, but if I don’t see you by Betty’s side in an hour, I’ll lose it.”

Archie gripped his shoulder
“This was not your fault man, they were going to kill Dilton, Betty did what she does best, help people. you couldn’t have stopped it. You know that”

Shaking his head he went over to the officer to describe the attack, apparently these men have been on a rampage, they had put six students in critical care, ones still fighting for his life. They were going away for a long time.

And Betty did that.

She stuck up to those monsters and she got them put away. But how could he face her? He looked her in the eyes as they beat her. He couldn’t do anything, just watch. The voice of Kevin Keller broke him out of his thoughts.

“She needs you, I know you’re blaming yourself but Betty would kill you if she knew you were doing that, you jumped in, you put yourself at risk for her, she knows that, she’s probably feeling just as guilty as you are, so go to her. Now. before she overthinks herself into a coma.” Sheriff Keller came and quickly took his son away. He was a good dad.

Shit, Betty’s parents were away on a week long cruise for a journalism retreat. Betty literally was on her own.

Hopping into Archie’s car, he smiled weakly at his best friend, he was waiting for him, he knew he would come to his senses, turning the key Archie turned to Jughead , a huge smile on his face
“Alright jug, lets go get you your girl.”

He rolled his eyes. Alright then, let’s go get the girl.

***

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, Jughead ran out of the car, sliding into the waiting room, “Betty Cooper” he yelled to the general public
“I need to see Betty cooper.” Suddenly a nurse in light blue scrubs approached him “Betty Cooper is in recovery, from her chart I can see she’s fine , no internal bleeding. Just some fractured ribs and a whole lot of bruising. Unfortunately only family can see her right now, ms.lodge is the exception.”

Jughead shook his head
“No. no I have to see her, her family is all away, I’m what she has right now. I’m … I’m her boyfriend.”

The nurse looked at the panicked boy and felt herself smile, he clearly cared about the beautiful blonde. She could bend the rules just once.
“First door on your right.”

He started to run before turning back quickly “Thankyou, Thankyou so much”

Standing outside the door, he took a deep breathe, okay he was ready. Slamming open the door he felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him.
She looked so small in the huge white hospital bed, tubes sticking out of her arms, the purple Bruises marring her perfect face. He wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t she needed him to be strong.

“Well I’m going to get pudding, vanilla or chocolate b?” Veronica said gathering her wallet.

Betty’s eyes never left jugheads “chocolate” she smiled, she knew that was his favorite.

Eyeing Jughead with cautious eyes, Veronica walked out the door. As soon as the handles clicked shut he was by her side

“I’m sorry” they both said at the same time.

It was almost comical how similar their faces were in that moment.

“For what” they both said again almost synchronized.

Jughead finally took her hand cautious of the tubes “I let them do this to you, I couldn’t get away I tried so hard, I watched everything they did, everything they tried to do. I couldn’t even protect you.” She shook her head quickly,

“This is my fault I should have left it alone, I saw how they were acting, but.. they were gonna kill him. He’s so small, he couldn’t take much more” she choked out through watery eyes “and then you jumped in and they hit you. That’s my fault” her fingers went to touch his bloody lip. But he grabbed her hand pressing it into his chest, right over his heart.
“I would go through this a hundred times over to spare even one of those bruises on your face.”

She sniffled, smiling at him

“Were quite the pair aren’t we?”

He laughed softly, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek, careful of any bruises.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight now, I hope you know that.” Betty nodded
“I don’t wanna be anywhere but with you.” She whispered
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” He dropped his forehead to hers and closed his eyes.

Sending Our Love


  Jensen hated that he was so far away from her, especially in a time like this. He hated being away from her period but this weekend just seemed to make it all the worse. He knew that she needed him, more than ever actually, but she insisted that he go and be with the fans. She was always so supportive of his career and what he did. After all, he met at her because of his career. She practically packed his bag for him and pushed him out the door, not taking no for an answer. She knew just how much it meant to the fans to see them in person. She wasn’t about to take that away because she wasn’t well and needed him. 

  He couldn’t take his mind off of her the entire time and he was so damn sure it showed. His heart was back in Austin with his wife and no matter how hard he tried to keep his mind off of her, he couldn’t. Jared had kept his eyes on Jensen all day, reassuring him that Y/N was okay back in Austin with Gen and the boys. Y/N was a strong girl, and both of them knew that.

  “My question is for Jared,” the fan said into the mic. Jensen turned to face her anyways, trying not to stare into the wall behind her. “If Dean were to let Sam get a dog, which dog do you think he would get?”

  Jensen felt his phone vibrate in his pocket while Jared listened to the question. He pulled it out of his jean pocket and looked at the screen to see his wife’s face on the screen, requesting to FaceTime. He couldn’t deny her the call, especially if she needed him. He nudged Jared, showing him the screen. He nodded, giving Jensen the go look. 

  He pointed his finger up at the crowd and made his way backstage, sliding the accept call button. Moments later, her face popped up on the screen. She looked tired, wearing one of his red flannel shirts, laying in what looked to be their bed back in Austin. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Hey sweetheart,” he smiled. “Everything okay?”

  “It is now. I missed you and I needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry if I called at an inconvenient time,” she frowned, worry etched on her face. 

  “I’m in the middle of the afternoon panel. Do you want to say hi to everyone?” he questioned. She nodded her head profusely, a smile crack upon her lips. Jensen carried the phone in his hand and flipped the screen so she could see Jared’s back and the crowd on the screen. He picked up his mic, Jared looking at him with concern.

  “So, as you may know a little while back, Jared and a very significant other of mine came up with the Always Keep Fighting campaign. Have you guys heard of it?” he asked the crowd. The room went wild and Jared began to smile, knowing exactly where this was going. “Right now, my girl is at home, fighting her own battle like the badass woman that she is. How would you guys like to send her some of the love that Jar and I both know this family has for her. I’ve got her right here with me. Hey sweetheart, there are some people that want to say something to you,” he smiled. The whole room clapped and screamed for her, chanting her name amongst wishing her the best. 

  “Jar and I love you too, baby girl. We’ll be home before you know it,” he smiled at her, blowing a kiss to her through the screen. Jensen could see the blush rise upon her cheeks and it made his heart skip a beat. 

  “I love y’all, too!”

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Theory:

I think this is the ending shot of the season.

Why? One, because every ending has a close up shot.

Season 1: Dany hatching eggs
Season 2: Night King close up commanding army
Season 3: Close up of Dany being carried through the crowd.
Season 4: Close up of Arya sailing to Braavos.
Season 5: Close up of Jon dying.
Season 6: Close up of Dany sailing.

Now, many people have said that some of the leaks aren’t accurate, one being James Hibberd, who works with EW, who does know ALOT about this season.

D&D themselves.

So, why the ending?

I think an EVENT will happen that will put Jon back in Winterfell at the end of the season. There, he will find out about his parents. Bran will talk to him, and tell him, and leave, knowing Jon will need a moment. Sansa will come out and probably talk to him, and he’ll get emotional. He may send her off, OR he may tell her he did SOMETHING with his aunt..,

Sansa will leave the Weirwood, and the camera will pan in on her face..seeing her crying…she’ll struggle with not looking back…and..

End shot.

Leaves on a big cliffhanger. Jon knows his parentage, and is taking it in, ‘someone’ has died, and castle black will probably be shown before this with the White Walkers at the wall. Maybe the wall will fall during this moment as well. Or crack?

I’m not 100% sold on the wall falling this season. Seems a little early. Cause as soon as it falls, castle black will be overrun.

Idk, just my theory though.

And Maisie did say the cliffhanger would be intense.

Imagine your niece practicing her makeup skills on Chris.

A/N: I’m not on hiatus, per se. I’m just tired, so I haven’t been writing.

You could hear your niece giggling from your home office, where you sat reviewing a list from your agent of all the different roles you’d been offered. Movies, television shows, even a documentary. A few were requests from casting directors, asking if you’d like to come in and audition for the part. But a large number were confirmed roles- leading roles, from the directors themselves; no audition  required. It was interesting how a little time, a whole lot of experience, and a few awards changed your situation. You were considered a veteran of the Hollywood industry now, privy to all the leads and connections needed to succeed. The fact you could get a role without auditioning would’ve seemed absurd to your sixteen year old self, yet here you were- twenty-eight years old- with more than one leading role where you didn’t have to. It was a stark difference. You remembered having to beg for five minutes of their time, and now it was the opposite.

As empowered and elated as that made you feel, you were still as grounded as when you started out. Your best friend turned husband, Chris Evans, never allowed you to stray too far off the ground. In return, you offered him the same service. Together, you alleviated the disadvantages and troubles that came with your levels of fame. There had to be a constant reminder that fame wasn’t everything to keep the both of you unaffected, to prepare the both of you for the eventual step down from the pedestal Hollywood had placed the power couple: Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N. It was an inevitable move, an idea that had been perpetual since the two of you met. It may not have been time to call “checkmate” and win the game by retiring so you could focus on starting and raising a family, but the end game was in sight. And it would increase in its clarity whenever you had to babysit, be it your brother’s child or Chris’ sister’s children.

It was more often than not your brother’s five year old, Skye, seeing as you were living in Los Angeles and Carly lived in Boston. But it was also because both your brother and sister-in-law’s schedules were more hectic than yours and Chris’, which was saying a lot. One was a physicist, and the other an engineer; they’d been working on something confidential for the last four months that practically had them living in their laboratory. They were fortunate you were both on a break and half an hour away, otherwise they were either going to have to leave Skye at a daycare- which she hated, or have your parents babysit- which was difficult as that meant they were going to have to drive two and a half hours, back and forth, and back and forth. That was a total of ten hours that they couldn’t afford to lose, especially when the weekends were the only time they didn’t have to share the equipment with other staff members in their facility.

“Aunt Y/N.” You spun your office chair towards the door when you heard Skye’s voice; she stood in the doorway with Dodger by her side. You narrowed your eyes at her with a curious smile when you saw an eyeshadow brush in her hand. She had no makeup on her face and Dodger was as clean as you’d seen him after Chris gave him his shower yesterday, which meant only one thing. “Do you have any blue eyeshadow? ‘Cause Mommy doesn’t, I searched her whole bag.”

“Yeah,” you tried not to laugh as you got to your feet, holding out your hand for her to take. She looked up at you, grinning happily. “Where’s Uncle Chris?” You asked her as you took her down the hall to the master bedroom with Dodger following behind the two of you.

“In the living room,” she giggled. “But you can’t see him yet,” she quickly added. “I’m not finished, I need the blue eyeshadow first.” You nodded, pressing your lips together to suppress laughter. You loved it when Erica entrusted her makeup bag with Skye; Chris not so much. But he loved Skye so he allowed her to do whatever she wanted with his face.

“How’s this?” You passed her your single NARS eyeshadow in ‘Outremer’; the brightest, truest blue you had in your makeup collection. You hardly ever wore it, the only time being at the ‘Captain America: Civil War’ premiere to show your solidarity to your husband. It seemed fitting then for Skye to use it on Captain America himself.

“It’s perfect!” She jumped excitedly then took it from you and sprinted out of the room. “Uncle Chris, I found it!” You chuckled softly, giving Dodger’s head a quick scratch before he followed Skye back into the living room.

You went back to your office to turn off your laptop and put your papers away so you could give Skye some time to finish doing Chris’ makeup. You’d been pushed out of the room before because she wasn’t done, so you decided to wait until she came for you. Five minutes probably past before she came running back to find you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind her. You snorted, choked on your own spit, then burst out laughing when you saw Chris’ face.

It was obviously a Captain America inspired look, and for a five year old- she was very good, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t hilarious. Bright blue and flaming red eyeshadow blended perfectly on his lids; cherry red lipstick accentuating his acutely shaped lips; a nice, thick coat of mascara further lengthening his already long lashes. She even used bronzer and highlight, which was pretty amazing for a five year old. At five, you didn’t even recognize the existence of makeup let alone be able to apply it. If Skye attention span lasted long enough, perhaps she had a future as a makeup artist. But you were confident it wouldn’t because three days ago, she was an aspiring Olympic gymnast who Chris had to help flip on the trampoline.

“Oh, just beautiful, baby,” you teased.

“I don’t wike it,” he quoted his nephew, pouting.

“What do you think, Aunt Y/N?” Skye asked, giggling herself. You could tell from her tone that this wasn’t a serious effort, that she only did all that to make fun of Chris because that was basically their relationship. “Doesn’t Uncle Chris look pretty? I think he- Ahhh!” She shrieked with laughter when he jumped to his feet, grabbing her from behind. “Uncle Chris, noooo!” She laughed when he threw her over her shoulder, walking her towards the backyard. “Help, Aunt Y/N!” She cried out, choking on her laughter. “He’s going to throw me in the pool!”

“No he’s not,” you chuckled.

“Yes I am,” Chris nodded, poking Skye’s side. “I told her I would if you laughed because that means she did a terrible job and deserves to be punished. Didn’t I say that, Skye?” She shook her head vigorously as she continued to giggle. “I did and we shook on it, so into the pool you’ll go.”

“Oh no, no no no,” you ran ahead, stopping him with a hand on his chest. You tried not to laugh when you got a closer look of his face, but you couldn’t help yourself. “She doesn’t have a change of clothes, you’re not going to throw her into the pool. Put her down,” you instructed him and he squinted evilly at you before doing what you’d asked of him.

“Ha ha,” Skye stuck her tongue out at Chris. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“Alright,” you chuckled. “Don’t provoke him,” you covered Skye’s face with your hands then gently pushed her in the direction of the couch. “Go watch some TV while I help Uncle Chris remove this masterpiece from his face.” Chris let you take his hand. “We’re going to have pizza for lunch, so don’t sneak a snack while we’re gone.”

“Pizza!” Skye cheered, making the two of you smile.

“Hey kid,” Chris called out to her as you led him towards the hall so you could take him to the master bedroom; she turned to him with raised brows. “Don’t think this is over ‘cause I’m going to get you back. Aunt Y/N can’t be here to protect you twenty-four-seven.”

“Nope, but she’ll be here to protect me until Mommy and Daddy come pick me up.” She was so adorably smug that Chris couldn’t help but lose his intimidating composure. He shook his head, chuckling as the two of you disappeared around the corner and down the hallway.

“Are you still hoping for a girl when we eventually try for a baby?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I am,” he smiled and pulled his hand from yours, wrapping an arm around you when you laughed. “How else am I meant to look pretty if I don’t have a daughter to do my makeup for me?”

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Imagine telling Dean you’re pregnant.

You sat there in the bathroom staring at the double pink lines. You couldn’t believe it. That night of passion a month ago between you and Dean had some major repercussions. The two of you had known each other for a long time, loved each other even longer. You’d only been dating officially since that night of wild passion. That night a month ago you threw caution to the wind. You hadn’t had a chance to refill your birth control. The heat of the moment, Dean had called it.

That night, Dean had almost lost you while fighting a vampire. Once he had managed to kill it, he burned the body and tended to you with a gentleness that made you love him even more. You got back to your hotel and… Well here you were.

Double pink lines.

You heard the door of the bunker open as Dean and Sam walked in with Charlie. You guys needed her help with an ancient language that you and Sam hadn’t managed to decode for a case.

You left the bathroom and settled at a table in the library. Dean hit the bottom of the stairs with a smile on his face, laughing at Charlie’s mockery of Sam. His eyes met yours and he could immediately see that something was off.

“Y/N, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked as he pulled up a chair next to you wrapping his strong arms around you.

“I…” You stumbled over your words not sure if you should have this conversation in front of Charlie and Sam.

“We’ll go ummm,” Sam searched for some excuse to leave the room, “look at those scripts now. Get Charlie up to speed.” He looked at Charlie, eyebrows raised encouraging her to follow him.

“No way, bitches. Something is going on and Y/N is my best friend. I’m sticking around,” she huffed and plopped down on the couch.

You chuckled softly at Charlie’s reaction and stood while Dean remained seated. You took his hands in yours and took a deep breath.

“Babe, you’re scaring me. What is it?” He looked at you his hazel/green eyes full of concern.

“I’m not sure how else to say this, so here it is,” you sighed. “I’m pregnant.”

Dean’s eyes locked on yours and and a smile spread across his face.

“Wow!” He uttered, a sound of pure joy and amazement. “You’re pregnant?”

You looked at him, stunned by this reaction. It wasn’t what you expected.

“Yes,” you smiled laughing at his enthusiasm. “You’re okay with that?” You questioned.

He stood and wrapped his arms around you pulling you closely to his chest. “You’re my girl. The most beautiful, genuine, stubborn, loving person I’ve ever known. You’re going to have my baby. I’m not sure I could think of anything I’d rather have,” he explained. “And lately, I was starting to wonder myself,” he added.

You leaned your head away from his chest and stretched on to your toes so that your lips could meet. The kiss was unlike any other you had experienced. The love in that kiss radiated throughout your body. If you had known this is how Dean felt about you being pregnant, maybe you should have thought of it a long time ago.

“I love you, Y/N.” Dean uttered as you broke apart from your kiss.

“I love you, Dean,” you replied pulling him close to you. This was going to be a wild ride, but with Dean, Sam, and Charlie by your side, it was going to be amazing. You couldn’t wait to share this with Cas. He was going to flip.


Pt. 4  A Baby In Baby

Request: “An imagine where the reader gave birth to Juice’s baby, but the reader starts having complications after the baby is born. The doctors try stopping her from hemorrhaging but reader ends up dying from complications.“

You guys are killing me with these sad requests, but I love it!

———-

“It looks great, baby,” you told Juice who showed you a picture of the finished nursery, painted and everything. You weren’t allowed in the part of the house for the time being due to the fumes from the paint. Juice was very adamant in you staying as far away as you could with the windows down in every part of the house. You always found it adorable how protective he was of you, more so now that you were carrying his baby.

Juice was smiling from ear to ear as he sat down in between your legs, placing his hand on your stomach. “Hey little baby,” he cooed, “you’re gonna love your new nursery. It’s bad ass.”

You laughed but looked at your old man lovingly, realizing just how blessed you were to have him. “I love you,” you told him, placing your hands on both sides of his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

He put his forehead against yours, “I love you too, babe.” The two of you got up to head to your shared bedroom.

———

You woke up a few hours later with a sharp pain ripping through your abdomen. “Juice,” you grunted, shoving him until he woke up. He immediately jumped and came to your side, “Is it time?”

You yelped as you felt another contraction, “oh yeah, definitely time, sweetie.”

He helped you out to the car with your hospital bag on his shoulder before rushing to the hospital.

Most of SAMCRO was already at the hospital considering Juice had made phone calls while driving to the hospital. You were immediately taken to the delivery room with Juice by your side. “You got this baby,” he encouraged as you pushed for what felt like the thousandth time. “I don’t wanna do this anymore,” you whined, leaning against Juice’s shoulder for support.

He laughed, “Sort of too late to turn back now. You got this baby, come on. Just a few more pushes.”

The sound of a baby crying made you sigh in relief and tears of joy ran down your face as you were handed your baby. “Hey little one,” you cooed as the nurses wiped the after birth off. “Juicy, look, just beautiful,” you said, looking up at Juice who had tears coming down his face too.

Once the baby and you were settled, and you all but forced Juice out of the room for food and to let the guys know that the baby was here and healthy.

——–

“Hey daddy,” Chibs said, laughing and slapping Juice on his back while pulling him into a hug. The guys took turns, hugging and congratulating Juice, all of them super stoked to have another reaper baby in the family. “Y/N said she’d be ready for visitors tomorrow and that she loves you guys, but you can go home,” Juice told them, still smiling from officially becoming a father.

After everyone left, Juice went back in your room to hear monitors beeping and doctors rushing all around you. “What’s going on?” he asked, frantically trying to get to you. He was stopped by a nurse, “Mr. Ortiz, you need to leave,” he ordered. “Let me see my wife,” he yelled, fighting against him. “The doctor you see over there is trying to save her life. You need to leave so she can do her job,” the nurse said, and Juice relented, heading towards the waiting room.

It was hours before the doctor came out to find Juice with his head in his hands. “Mr. Ortiz?” she called out. Juice knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the look on her face. “Where is
Y/N? Can I see her?” he asked, hope in his voice as he stood in front of the doctor.

“I’m afraid she didn’t make it. She lost too much blood, and the damage was unrepairable. I’m sorry,” she said, watching as the tears fell down Juice’s face one right after the other. He didn’t say anything, and he walked away after a few moments of silence.

Juice found himself standing in front of the nursery, looking at his baby through the glass. He didn’t move when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Juicy,” Chibs said somberly, “I’m sorry.”

“How’d you know?” Juice asked, never taking his eyes off of the baby bassinet in front of him.

“I was her second contact underneath ya, in case somethin’ like this happened,” Chibs explained.

Juice smiled, knowing you had put Chibs as one of your contacts, knowing he would be the one Juice needed. “We were supposed to do this shit together,” Juice said, putting his hands on the glass as tears rolled down his face. Chibs squeezed Juice’s shoulder, “You got the club, boyo.”

Juice nodded but knew the club would never compare to having you by his side. Juice watched as the nurses attempted to comfort his crying baby. “Your kid needs ya,” Chibs said, walking to the waiting room, so Juice could be with his child.

“I’ll take him,” Juice said, taking the baby from the nurse and sitting in the rocking chair next to the bassinet.

Juice cried as he looked down at the beautiful baby the two of you created. “God, what am I gonna do without you, Y/N?” Juice asked, sobbing as he held the baby close to his chest.

————

Three years had come and gone since your passing, the pain becoming easier for Juice to handle. The club all pitched in to help him with your child, especially Gemma. “Hey Gem,” Juice said, kissing her on the cheek as he walked in her house, “Thanks for watching him.”

Gemma smirked, “You’re welcome. You swinging by there today?”

Juice nodded before gathering his child in his arms and kissing Gemma goodbye as he got in the car. Juice sighed as he pulled up to the familiar spot he had been thousands of times. “Are we going to see mommy?” the toddler asked him as he was taken out of his car seat.

“Yeah buddy, we’re gonna see mommy,” Juice said, walking with the kid in his arms over to your tombstone. Y/N Ortiz. Beloved wife, mother, and friend the stone read. “Hey mommy,” your child said, placing a kiss on the stone before moving around and playing near it.

“Y/K/N is getting so big,” Juice laughed, “Looks a lot like you.” There was silence for a minute before Juice continued, “I miss you baby, and I hope you’re proud of me. I’m doin’ the best I can.”

“Daddy, don’t cry! I love you,” the toddler said, wrapping his arms around Juice’s neck.

Juice smiled, “I love you too buddy.”

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 19.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Private Conversations

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18.

Character(s): Negan and Reader, with a cameo from Amber, Sherry, Arat, and Dwight! 
Summary:
Negan decides to pay you a visit without Simon.
Word Count: 3,916
Warning: Brief smut! 
Author’s Note: I know there have been many people who has been wanting some one-on-one with the Reader, so I decided to include a fluffy chapter! And what better for a fluffy chapter than to have a fluffy Negan?! Thank you to everyone who has liked this story, left comments, reblogged it… It really means a lot to me. I can’t believe that we’re nearing twenty chapters. This was originally going to be a one-shot, but it has become one of many stories that I get excited to write for. I hope you all enjoy this one! I believe it is the calm before the storm… ;-)

The following morning, you continued your routine of working at the kitchen then training afterwards. Your mind was running at the possibility of the wives talking to you yesterday. Was it because Negan wanted to ask you to become a wife? Would Simon even allow that? Would you even say yes if Negan asked? The thoughts swarmed your mind and ultimately distracted you from your sparring session with Arat. She managed to land a punch across your cheek while your mind was elsewhere, but you were quickly brought back to reality at the pain that washed over you.

Arat widened her eyes, taking a step back. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

You brought a hand to your cheek, feeling the blood on your lower lip. You looked up to see Arat and the sincere guilt written across her face. “For what? You finally got me.”

She hesitated before gently pushing your shoulder. “Damn it. Don’t do that. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Arat. You’ve got a mean swing, though. Just so we’re clear… I’m not going to let that happen again,” you teased, walking to the table to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from your brow.

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s your mind at anyway? You seem too distracted,” she pointed out.

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Imagine Chris finding out you got into a minor car accident.

A/N: This is a request from @rileyloves5, I’m so sorry but I didn’t really follow your prompt. I wanted to, but my brain sorted went in its own direction. But it’s still fluffy and I hope you still like it. X (Side note: How hot does Chris look in that Gif?)

Chris rushed through the busy hallways of Boston General’s emergency room, frantically looking for the ward you were in. Your doctor, Isaac, who was also a friend of Chris’, had texted him about the minor car accident you were in after you specially told him not to. The last thing you wanted was your incredibly protective husband making a fuss over a few scrapes and bruises, and yelling at your neighbor, Alex, whose fault it was not when that drunk driver clipped his car. In fact, none of it would’ve happened if you’d just waited at home like Chris had told you to; he was perfectly fine with the idea of a cab. But no, you had to insist on picking him up from the airport even though you didn’t drive and the airport was about an hour away from your shared home. So here you were with scrapes on your pretty face, a bruised shoulder, a little bit of whiplash, and Alex freaking out because he knew what Chris was like when it came to you.

“He’s going to kill me, Y/N,” Alex bit; his tone filled with anger and angst. “Captain America is going to kill me because you’re too afraid to drive and too stubborn to listen to him.” You winced, pressing your lips together because it was your fault and you had nothing to say. “Oh God,” he buried his scratched up face in his hands.

“We’ll just tell him it’s my fault-” you began.

“It is your fault!” Alex cut you off, frowning. “I was in bed, but you wouldn’t stop ringing my doorbell.” You gave him your best apologetic look, which always worked on him; you’d been best friends for a while now, ever since he moved in four years ago and you brought over a basket of chocolate chip muffins. “I knew the muffins were a trap,” he tried not to chuckle when you did.

“I’m really sorry-”

“Save it for my eulogy.”

“Oh come on, you two.” Isaac chuckled softly. “I’ve known Chris for a while now and I don’t think-” He was cut off when Chris stormed into the room, pouncing on Alex after giving you a quick glance to make you sure you were still in one piece.

“You son of a bitch!” Chris grabbed Alex by the shirt, pulling him off the chair he was sitting on and onto his feet. “You could’ve gotten her killed!” He growled, his angry face inches away from Alex’s terrified one. You couldn’t tell from looking at Chris because he was always so sweet and smiley, but he could be really scary when he wanted to be.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“And you,” Chris turned his attention onto you as he released his grip on Alex’s shirt, shoving him back in the process. “What the hell were you thinking?” He stalked over to you, his furious but worried gaze burning into your skin. “Didn’t I tell you to just wait at home? Why did you have to insist on coming to the airport?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Look at you,” Chris furrowed his brows as he gently caressed your face in his hands. “Oh God,” his eyes fell on your neck brace, “are you in a lot of pain?” He asked but didn’t give you time to answer; he turned to Isaac. “Is she okay? Can she walk? Have you given her an x-ray? Does she need a CAT scan?”

“What? No,” Isaac laughed. “It was a minor accident, Chris. She’s fine, she’s just got a few scrapes and bruises. She doesn’t even need the neck brace, she just wanted to see what it felt like.” Chris glanced back to you with tightly pursed lips, making you laugh at a very inappropriate time. “She’s fine and you can take her home.”

“Cut it out,” Chris scolded you, ignoring his own urge to laugh because he was still annoyed at you. “Do you even know how worried I was?” He asked with narrowed eyes and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. “The entire cab ride over, I was panicking thinking something horrible happened to you.”

“I’m sorry,” you took off the neck brace and got to your feet, wrapping your arms around his waist. He huffed, audibly displaying his annoyance but hugged you back anyway. “I told Isaac not to text you, but he insisted.”

“Good, because I told him to text me if you ever come in.” You scoffed and looked over at Isaac. “He’s the only way I’ll find out about your injuries and accidents ‘cause someone,” Chris looked down at you with disapproving eyes, “never tells me anything. Apparently she doesn’t want me to worry about her, even though it’s my job as your husband.”

“I don’t want to distract you from work,” you defended yourself.

“I think you not telling me is more distracting,” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’d rather know everything than be surprised. Like you, my little control freak,” he teased you as he pulled away, “I’m not a fan of surprises.”

“Well…” Isaac began and both you and Chris turned to him. “I think there’s one surprise you both might like.” Chris shared a confused glance with you; you shrugged. “Earlier, when I ran a blood test for you, after you told me you think you’re coming down with a stomach bug?” You nodded. “Well, that fatigue and nausea is actually because-”

“Oh my God,” Chris gasped and a huge smile broke out on his face. “Is she-”

“Pregnant?” You finished.

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, smiling. “Congratulations, you’ve got a baby on the way.”

“I’m going to be a dad!” Chris cheered, hugging you tightly and lifting your off the floor. You chuckled and hugged him back, smiling. “Yes, we’re going to be parents!” He was beyond excited, all the angst and annoyance he had due to the accident faded.

Having a kid was a discussion both of you have had over the past year. Chris had always wanted kids whereas you were still on the fence, but you loved Chris and you wanted a family with him so you made a deal with him; you’d leave it up to the universe. You stopped not trying to have children, and if it happened, it happened. Guess the universe finally decided you were ready for a little one.

“Guess insisting on going to the airport was a good thing after all.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Chris chuckled, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “But just so you know,” he pecked your check and whispered into your ear, “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next nine months.”

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(requested by anon -
  not sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it anyways ☺)

WORD COUNT : 1230

Reader and Kai have a fight , Kai ending up scaring Reader like never before.

*not my gif

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Y/N was sitting on the couch reading a book , flipping page after page completely consumed by the story , when Kai walked in slamming the front foor with a loud bag. Y/N jumped up startled , dropping her book onto the floor. As she leaned in to pick it up , she glanced at Kai. He was literally shaking with anger.  She picked up the book and left on the small table , before walking towards Kai.
“Kai?” she asked , “Is something wrong?” He kept pacing back and forth , his eyes black. Y/N tried to touch his hand , but he pulled away. The look he gave her made her take a step back. Whatever it was that had him like this , it was not good.
“Where it is?” he asked her , his voice was scary calm.
Y/N looked at him confused. “Where is what?”
He took a step towards her , towering over her. “You know what I am talking about.  Where is it?” he yelled at her , grabbing her wrist.
“Actually , I don’t have the faintest clue.” Y/N said , trying to sound calm but the truth is she was starting to get scared.  Kai didn’t look like himself. She had no idea what he was talking about or what had made him so angry.
“The Ascendant ! I know your friends took it !” he screamed at her , making her jump in place. “They want to send me back to the Prison World!”
Y/N looked at him shocked. To her it was news the Ascendant had gone missing , no wonder Kai was so angry. “I don’t know Kai , I swear.” she said , her voice trembling.  She reached for her phone , wanting to dial Stefan and try to find out whats happening but Kai grabbed it from her hands and smashed it against the wall.
“Kai !” she said angrily turning to look at the remains of her smashed phone on the ground. She took a deep breath but it didn’t help.  Suddenly Kai had her pinned to the wall , his hand on her neck squeezing it. Y/N was strugling to breath , her lips turning blue. “Stop ! You are scaring me!” she said , barely making the words out.
“You are just like the rest of them ! You gave them the Ascendant didn’t you ? I knew you’d never forgive me , that you never really cared about me!” he screamed at her.
“No , Kai .. I swear I didn’t. I’d never …” she said weakly.
His breathing had gotten heavier and it appeared to that no matter what Y/N said , it only fueled his rage. She had never seen him like that. It was as if there was a completely different person standing infront of her. They’ve had their fights as couples always do , but things had never gotten this bad. Usually in the middle of the argument , they’d realise whatever it was they were fighting about was meaningless and make up. Did he really think she’d give her friends the Ascendant? No , it wasn’t possible. Kai knew very well that she’d rather die than give her friends the means to send him away. Had his rage blinded him so much that he had forgotten this ?
She looked in horror as black veins started showing under his eyes , his fangs coming out.
‘He wouldn’t do that.’ she thought , ‘He wouldn’t hurt me.’
She was wrong.
A moment later Kai sank his teeth into her neck , not caring at all about the scream that followed.  Tears starting to stream down her face. It wasn’t the physical pain he was causing her , it was the fact he clearly didn’t care about her at all. He let go his grip on her neck and Y/N dropped on the floor , barely breathing.
Suddenly Kai seemed to snap out of it , fear flooding his veins. His heart broke seeing what he had done to her.
“Oh God..” he muttered. “What did I do ?” fear and worry in his voice. “What did I do !?” He kneeled down and wrapped his hands around her before biting his wrist , putting  it on her lips. “Don’t be dead , please don’t be dead.” he kept muttering under his breath , tears filling his eyelids.  "I love you…“ he whispered.A few moments later Kai  felt Y/N grabbing his wrist , drinking his blood and her eyes opened. Kai sighed in relief , closing his eyes for a moment. What he saw when he opened them broke his heart all over again.
Y/N’s eyes were filled with tears and terror. She glanced at him for a split second and tried to escape his grasp , but his hands were wrapped too tightly around her. She was shaking with fear.
“Let me go !” she said tears streaming down her face. “Let me go !” she repeated , tears starting to stream down her face.
“Y/N , I … ” Kai started to say as she kept trying to get herself free , her heart beating fast and uneven. He couldn’t watch her like this. Y/N was his best friend , the only person who he truly cared about and have ever loved.  He pulled her closer rubbing her back. “I’m sorry …” he whispered , wiping a tear from her cheek.  "I .. I don’t know what happened. I would never hurt you.“ he said.
Y/N looked at him like she had no idea who he was , trying to find the right words to say to him.
"Why?” she asked paused for a moment , trying to calm down. “Why would you do this Kai?!” she raised her voice.
“I don’t know …” he said , his voice hollow. “I just … I … I got scared. You don’t know what its like in the Prision World.” he trailed off.
Silence hang in the air. Y/N kept looking at him as if he was a stranger and Kai kept wishing there was a way to fix what he had done. He couldn’t come up with anything that could.
“You were a completely different person , I don’t .. ” Y/N struggled to find the right words. “How could you even think that I’d give them the Ascendant ?!” she raised her voice again.  Suddenly her expression went blank. “I need some time to figure things out.” Y/N said calmly.
“Please don’t…” Kai said his voice barely audiable. He knew where the conversation was going and he didn’t like it at all but Kai had only himself to blame. He stared at the ground for a long moment before he reached and touched her face , leaning in to kiss her. Y/N didn’t return his kiss.  He took a step back looking completely broken.
It hurt her seeing him like this but the memory of what had just happened was too fresh for her to just put it behind her and forgive him right then and there. She took his hand and gave it a queeze before turning around to walk into her bedroom , closing the door behind her.  Y/N rested her back against the door for a moment and slided towards the ground trying hard not to cry.
Kai stood frozen for a moment and the sound of Y/N closing the door shut seemed to snap him back to reality. He walked towards her bedroom and sat on floor on  the other side of the door , listening to Y/N crying…  He wished this day had never happened.

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This isn’t as fluffy as the requester asked for but it’s all I could think to do. Hopefully this is still alright, and that everyone likes it. Thank you to @zoemonster200​ for the request. Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: I love your Loki ones. Can you do one where reader visits him in Earth Prison because she found out he was alive, but she has a kid and explains it’s his? Fluff? Pwease?

‘Old Flame, New Spark’

The quinjet shuddered and lurched to the side. Steve was grateful to have a hold on the jet as it jumped through the air and his feet momentarily left the ground.
“Romanoff,” he called when he touched solid ground again, “please tell me this has nothing to do with your flying.”
“My flying is fine, Rogers,” she snapped back. Steve knew he’d pay for that comment later, even if it he’d not meant it come across as it did. “Whatever we’re dealing with here is some powerful shit.”
“Great,” he groaned.

Neither of them had expected it to be as powerful as this, hence why they’d come alone. The call had been simple enough: someone was attacking civilians, looting shops, and generally causing dangerous mischief. However, this mischief was suddenly affecting the quinjet’s flight pattern? Not good.
“Should I call for Tony? Get some back-up on the way?” He asked, making his way towards the pilot’s seat with wobbly legs. Natasha was struggling to get control of the ship.

By the time he’d reached her, he realised that her face had completely fallen.
“Uh, yeah,” she said slowly, holding up an index finger and pointing to what she’d seen. “I think that’d be a good idea.”

Natasha swung the quinjet around and made to soar in the other direction, hoping that approaching by foot would grant them the element of surprise. Meanwhile, Steve leapt back into the jet’s bunker, and dialled the emergency assemble button Tony had installed. No doubt they’d need all the help they could get for this one.

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Don’t Challenge Me

word count : 3 157
warning : smut
summary : (in the Prison World) , a bit of a sequel to ’ROOMMATES
*not my gif
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Kai and Y/N loved each other , more than anything but being stuck with no way out sometimes led to fights. Every little thing could spark one and with Kai’s emotions being heightened due to his vampirism things tended to spin out of control. Y/N had no idea what had started the fight this time. Kai was on edge a little more than usual and that day he actually stormed out of the house. When he came back that evening , he was unusually quiet and wouldn’t even look at her let alone speak to her. They slept in the same bed for a few nights after and before he decided to take another room in the house.  Y/N wasn’t sure if he was still angry with her for whatever thing she did to upset him or he was just upset with himself for what he had done during the fight - nearly choking her to death -  but either way she wasn’t going to let him spend his nights alone. She knew his history and knew he didn’t like being alone , regardless of what he was saying.
At the end of the first week after their fight , Y/N sneaked inside his bedroom snuggling close to him. Kai had woken up an hour later , instinctively pulling her closer to him before pushing her away.
“What are you doing here ? Get back to your own bed.” he said pushing her away.
Y/N crawled on top of him. “No.”
“I don’t want to hurt you , but I will if it will get you do listen to me.” he said , pushing her hips off him but she didn’t move an inch. He rolled on top of her in vamp speed , his vampirism showing. “I said … GO BACK. TO YOUR OWN. BED.” he said raising his voice , a hint of threat in it.
Y/N shook her head.
“No. I am NOT going anywhere -”
In that moment Kai sank his teeth into her neck , Y/N trashed under him trying to get free but he held her hands on either side of her head pinning them down with force like never before. He kept drinking her blood until she blacked out from the blood loss.

The next morning Y/N woke up with a spectacular headache , an aspirin and a glass of water waiting on her nightstand. She swallowed the pill and hurried to take a shower stripping on the way there. Y/N tried hard to push away the tears - not because he had hurt her , she was used to him feeding on her. It was because he had pushed her away. That hurt a lot more. It took her a minute to form another strategy. She wasn’t going to give up on him as easily as he appeared to want her to.
Y/N dried her hair quickly and  looked through her closet , finding exactly what she needed. Quickly she put on the shortest skirt  (not putting any underwear)  she could find in her closet and a tight top , brushing her hair in waves and headed downstairs for the kitchen. Kai was there , with a pained look on his face. He glanced at her for a moment , his breath catching in his throat seeing her outfit.
“I am fine , thanks for asking.” she said pouring herself a glass with orange juice.
“I didn’t ask and I don’t care.”
“Right … well , I am off to finish my ‘dreadful’ book.”
Y/N turned on her bare feet and headed for the living room where she had left her book. She sat on the sofa , swinging her leg over the arm rest. It wasn’t long before Kai walked in , freezing on the spot seeing how Y/N was sitting , completely exposed to him , reading her book.
“Something the matter ?” she asked innocently , glancing for a moment at him.
“No , nothing.”  Kai cleared his throat , sitting on the opposite end of the sofa turning on the TV and continuing the movie he was watching last night on the DVD.  She could feel him tense , trying to fight the urge to touch her and trying to ignore the feeling of his pants tightening around his shaft. Y/N innocently reached between her legs for a moment not touching anything really , Kai’s eyes following her every move. He swallowed hard and a blink of an eye later he was out of the house , the front door left wide open. Y/N smiled to herself , realising this strategy might have more success than her actions before. They had their fight and usually made up quickly , not this time and she hated it.  
Y/N kept teasing him every day for nearly two weeks - sneaking into his bed at night wearing nothing but her underwear , walking around the house in the shortest skirts she had , reaching for things at the top shelf , bending over to pick up something letting him take good look. She waited for him to give up and let go of whatever it was keeping him from making up with her , to do something … anything , but in the end she was the one who gave up. Kai’s self control was stronger than she had expected.

The following morning Y/N got fully dressed up (black skinny jeans , ripped in the knees and white top) , making sure all the naughty bits were covered and went downstairs for breakfast. There was a plate with pancakes and a glass with orange juice waiting for her at the table for the first time in ages. Kai was already eating his pancakes and he looked almost disappointed she was fully dressed. They ate in silence and later on Y/N went to wash the dishes. Kai had left the kitchen and she was all alone , or so she thought.
“I don’t like those clothes…” Kai whispered in her ear , making her drop the plate in the sink with a loud thud nearly breaking it. He snaked his hands around her waist  , sliding under her top his fingertips touching her bare skin. Y/N’s heart was racing and her skin felt like it was on fire. Kai removed her hair from her neck placing a gentle kiss on it then another and another. Y/N closed her eyes tilting her head to the other side giving him better access. “They need to come off. Now.”
Her cheeks flushed when his hands slid down her thighs stopping for a moment on her heat. Kai placed his had there pushing her up , a soft moan escaping her lips.
“No.” she said sternly.
Kai however didn’t give up so easily. He pushed his body against hers , his hand wrapping around her neck making her face him.
“No ?!  Two weeks … that’s how long you’ve been teasing me like crazy every single day. Sneaking into my bed at night , walking around in those short skirts with no underwear …. Do you feel this ?” he said pushing his hips against her ass. “I’ve had to take care of myself this entire time … and every time I thought you were done teasing , you took it up a notch.”
He spin her around , pushing her against the kitchen counter. His fingers stroking her cheek sending shivers all over her body , his gaze locked on hers. Kai was lightly grinding against her , slowly pulling the air out of her lungs turning her breathing shallow. His eyes were black , no trace of the gorgeous blue colour they usually were. Y/N could feel herself getting wet , but even after all this time she spent teasing him , she didn’t plan on making it easy for him.
“No.” she said again , biting her lower lip.
Kai clenched his jaw , tilting his head for a moment before pushing his crotch against hers again , harder this time.
“Don’t challenge me , Y/N. I always get what I want… and right now , all I want is you.” said Kai , his voice low and seductive.
Y/N reached her hands , sliding them in his back pockets pulling him closer to her giving him a small smile, her lips nearly touching his , watching his eyes darting between her eyes and her lips.
“You can’t have me.”
Y/N pushed him off and headed for the living room , pouring herself a drink. There was no way Kai would take the ‘no’ she had given him. A few moments later she felt Kai’s arms on her waist and he pushed her onto the sofa in vamp - speed crawling over her with a devilish grin on his face.
“The more you say 'no’ to me , the more I want you.” he said , his voice low. “I can hear your heartbeat , sweetheart. It’s racing and your breathing … so shallow it’s barely there.” he said , his breath on her face intoxicating her even more. “You want me as much as I want you.. ”
Kai pressed his body firmly against hers and she could feel the bulge in his jeans had gotten harder. She lifted her hips from the sofa , pushing against his for a moment staring into his eyes , fighting the urge to kiss him. He was right , she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. A low growl came from deep inside Kai’s throat at her movement and he pushed back at her.
“No.” she said again , sliding off from under him onto the floor before getting up and starting to walk away.
Kai turned around and grabbed her by the hips in vamp speed , seating her onto his lap , her legs on either side of him. His hands held onto her as Y/N snaked hers on his chest and around his neck. They stared at each other for a long moment before their lips smashed against each other , demanding and hungry for one another.  He pulled her hips forward on him , falling into their perfect rhythm like they hadn’t spend weeks apart. Kai’s fingers caressed her cheek , then her jawline his fingertips feeling her veins under her skin, the warmth of her blood calling to him. His face changed for a moment and he leaned in , stopping himself at the last moment.
“Bite me …” Y/N whispered , taking him by surprise. Kai hungrily sank his teeth into her neck , getting a taste of her blood for the first time in weeks. She threw her head back , gasping at the feeling , her eyes closing for a moment. He cleaned up the blood starting to drip down her shoulder , pressing the flat of his tongue onto her neck not wasting a single drop. Their eyes met for a moment and it felt as if electricity was floating in the air between them. Y/N leaned in , cupping his face her tongue licking his lips tasting her blood on them. Kai moaned into her mouth , kissing her passionately while his hands tugged at her top , pulling it over her head in a split second. Y/N unbuttoned Kai’s shirt , pushing it off his shoulders and onto the floor somewhere. Her hands roamed his body as if it was the first time.
Kai’s lips hungrily attacking hers while his hand unclasped her bra tossing it onto the ground next to his shirt. Y/N moaned into the kiss , feeling Kai’s hands on her chest cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples between his index and middle finger as her hips grinding against him. Her hands held onto his biceps as his lips moved towards her neck , leaving wet kisses all over. Kai let his vampirism take over , biting her neck again as she moved closer to him never stopping her hips movements. Y/N dug her nails into his back , letting out a louder moan.  He backed her against the sofa , leaving kisses on the way down to her stomach stopping only for a moment , embracing her nipples into his mouth pressing the flat of his tongue against them , holding them in between his teeth for a second. His fingers got to her jeans unbuttoning them , his eyes meeting hers as he pulled down her jeans along with her panties nearly tearing them off her.
“MMmm , sweetheart , you are so wet you’re dripping …” he said, parting her legs , licking a bold stripe across her warmth , enveloping her clit in his mouth sucking on it and tugging on it with his teeth listening to her moans getting louder. She tried to reach for him , to pull his mouth closer to her warmth but with a swift move of his wrist her hands got pinned over her head with magic. His fingers held onto her thighs with force , definitely to leave bruises after. He leaned in over her , Y/N tangling her fingers in his hair pulling his face towards hers as his fingers teased her folds , the tip of his middle finger pressing at her entrance.
Y/N let out s soft moan , her eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. Kai’s lips found hers kissing her fiercely , demanding as he pushed his finger inside her heat , going in all the way in before pulling out leaving just the tip of his finger inside her. Y/N moaned into his ear , her breathing trying to catch up with her heart beat.
Kai’s eyes were black with lust and all he knew is he wanted her. He pushed another finger inside , curling them around at a slow motion making her back arch towards him before pulling out his fingers and repeating again and again. Her hips pushed down on his fingers as he pushed them in , meeting half way.  Y/N saw his purple / black veins show again , her fingertips tracing them for a moment before her back arched once again , her eyes starting to roll in her head.  She pushed him off her kneeling on the sofa, grabbing his wrist and licking his fingers clean earning a low groan from him , never breaking eye contact. Kai’s mouth hung open for a few moments , getting completely lost in the feeling. Her other hand rubbed his hard length through his jeans , feeling he is harder than ever.  Y/N’s fingers swiftly undid the buttons on his jeans , pulling the zipper down. She dipped her head , leaning in and leaving sloppy kisses on his neck while her finger traced his jawline before her hand snaked around the back of his neck.
“Fuck me , Kai … Please … ”
A low growl came from back his throat , feeling her small hand pushing its way into his boxers , her fingers wrapping around him and her thumb making circles on the tip of his thick shaft. He didn’t think it was possible for her to drive him crazier but there she was. Kai was going to have his way with her and this time … he wasn’t going to be gentle. He pushed her roughly onto the sofa , removing his jeans/boxers as fast as he could. Kai teased her folds with the tip of his hard length , pulling her hips towards him before intertwining his fingers with hers over her head. He pushed in with one rough thrust deep inside her making her scream out.
“Fuck Kai…”
Y/N arched her back pushing her hips down on his , feeling every inch of him inside her. He was going at an agonisingly slow motion pushing in deep and pulling out almost completely , listening to her begging for him to go faster. He had forgotten how tight she was , how much he loved feeling her around him.
“Bad girls don’t get to make demands , sweetheart.” he whispered to her , thrusting in hard and deep , going in faster. Y/N clenched her walls around his thick shaft earning a groan from Kai. His thrusts were getting rougher and faster every time , making her body jolt forward and her head hitting the armrest of the sofa , pulling out the air from her lungs each time. “..and you have been very bad these past few weeks… Walking around in your underwear , wearing those short skirts just begging me to take you right then and there.” he trailed off.
He wrapped his hand around her neck holding her still , each thrust rougher and deeper than the last. He felt her walls clench around his shaft again with more intensity and Y/N didn’t have to tell him she was getting closer to her release. Kai lifted her leg over his shoulder , thrusting in deeper and as fast as he could , cheating for a few seconds using his vampire speed watching her whimper under him. He could feel getting closer to his release too.  
“Kai I’m c-close..” she moaned out , a tear rolling down her cheek from the roughness of his thrusts , her fingers playing with her clit matching every thrust.
“I know baby girl , just hold it for me … a few moments longer.” he groaned , his thrusts getting sloppier but never losing their speed.
Kai loved watching her lose herself to him like that. He didn’t even remember what their fight had been about , what had happened to get him so upset with her , he’d deny her and himself moments like these. He swatted her hand away , replacing her fingers with his playing with her clit , going in rough eights then rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger causing her moans to get louder , turning into small screams.
“K-Kai .. I can’t -”
“Let go , sweetheart.” he groaned , watching her trash and squirm under him screaming his name. Her walls contracting around his shaft , pushing him to reach his orgasm.
“Fuckkk …”
Kai kept thrusting hard and deep until both of them had finished properly before collapsing on top of her , both of them trying to catch their breath.
“We are never fighting again.” he said out of breath, resting his forehead on hers. “I can’t … I can’t survive being away from you like that again. … I … I am sorry for hurting you , I don’t know what - .”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss , lightly biting on his lower lip , her hands pulling at his hair.
“It doesn’t change anything.” she said softly. “I am still crazy about you and love you more than ever.”
“I love you too , princess. And I’ll make it up to you , I promise…” said Kai , getting up from the sofa , helping her up. He took his shirt and put it on her , doing every button himself before getting his boxers on. Y/N got up , feeling slight pain between her legs , a small 'ow’ tumbling from her lips. Kai glanced at her with concern for a second before a mischievous grin showed on his face and he grabbed her legs , tossing her over his shoulders.
“Where are we going ? I have to put on some pants or a skirt …” Y/N laughed.
“Kitchen … I am making you the best damn lunch in history and then … ” he said , his hand sliding up her thigh lightly teasing her folds with his fingers. “ … you are mine.”

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MASTERLIST March / April 2017

MASTERLIST MAY 2017
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DOCTOR REN II // masterlist


A/N: As requested by many of you, here’s part two with your desired smut. I honestly love writing these kind of AU’s (mainly these modern kind) so if you’ve got any ideas, please send them in! I’d love to write more AU’s for you all :) Anyway, enjoy and thank you for reading, pls let me know if you want more! [previous part]

Warning: NSFW

Word Count: 4.6K+


“Take a small break, I think you’ll need it.” Watching the man walk out of the examine room, you let out the biggest breath. It was almost as if you had held it in the entire time. You never thought you’d feel that flustered around the man. Sure, he was very attractive, but he was also quite vexing. Yet, here you were, knees weak with a thudding heart.

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