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anonymous asked:

One thing I like about FP is that anytime him and Alice have a confrontation, he never starts it, and he never resorts to calling her sexist names like "bitch," "slut," or "whore." For all his tough guy/biker gang leader status, he actually seems like a real gentleman when it comes to women, hence why he expects that same of Jughead. Plus, he knows that if he dared call Alice stuff like that, she'd kick his ass. LOL

He is actually really gentlemanly he just likes the upper hand and he likes to tease. His pitfalls are his own - the gang membership and assisting in a murder and the alcoholism. But when it comes to fatherhood FP really tried to instil good traits in Jughead in terms of values and personality and empathy, hoping that Jug will go about it in a much better way than he did. He is the farthest thing from a role model but he tries

Joker Imagine - You Lose Your Virginity

WARNING: SMUT!!!! This is not for kids (But are any of my imagines tho?)

Originally posted by fuckyeahumbrellaboy

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Your P.O.V.

Being Joker’s girlfriend wasn’t easy, but I loved it. I loved spending time with him, stand by his side and feel special. He made me feel like I was one in a billion. Even tho he could be scary and really crazy, I loved him. Most people feared Joker for his behaviour which was good, but I knew him better. We’ve been together for just a few weeks, but it was enough. He was crazy and I was crazy, a perfect mixture for Gotham city. A crazy couple that likes to play with Batsy. We had a lot of fun, but then came the more personal part.

I was still a virgin.

The fact had made me nervous and to be honest I was scared. Joker wasn’t a gentle man, he was more dominating. I knew he had a rough grip so I was stressed about when the time would come. I was mentally ready, but I was just scared as heck. My old friends had told me that they were in pain, that it stung and some of them even bled. Knowing Joker he wouldn’t be any gentler than an ordinary guy, perhaps he was worse.

 Damn he didn’t even know. I had always came up with an excuse like ‘I’m on my periods’ ‘the wounds I got from the heist hurt’ or ‘I’m tired, sorry’ when he tried to take kissing a step further. Now he probably suspected something, which was ok. I knew I should tell him.

It was Valentine’s day, 10 p.m. and he would come home anytime soon. I had been up all day as he was on a heist with Frost. I had stayed on purpose, trying to prepare myself. Joker was surprised when I a blood thirsty little monster didn’t come with him to kill a few people who didn’t pay him back. While he was gone from the luxurious penthouse, I was thinking. I knew that I’d give him my virginity tonight. So I had taken a warm bath, I read loads of blogs where people talked about losing it. It was the same pain and blood kind of shit. But then I saw more positive posts. Some said that foreplay and lube could make it better. Also not everyone would bleed. So I felt a little better.

I sighed and grabbed my laptop. Then I sat down on our bed, on the dark purple sheets and I sat comfortably. Then I opened a tab and decided to do something I didn’t do that often, but I felt like I had to. If Joker would catch me, I’d be so embarrassed. I watched some more mature videos, yes porn. To be honest it was kinda hot and impressive how these people did all that. Maybe one day J could take me like that? Damn it was a thrilling thought. I got so lost in my thoughts by watching the video that I forgot to follow the time. The volume was quite high and a girl was moaning really heavily. I bet her moans were echoing through the house. I just watched keenly, slowly getting wet.

Then I heard footsteps coming closer loudly. My eyes widened and my breath hitched in my throat. Before I could sit up, Joker walked in with a gun in his hand. There was an angry look on his face. My heart jumped to my throat and I froze on the bed. ‘’Oh’’ He muttered and lowered the gun. Instead of being angry, he smirked. ‘’Is my kitten horny?’’ He purred at me. He still had his silver jacket on. He probably thought that something was happening here so he just hurried to me. A blush spread on my face and I shut the tab and then put the computer away. Way to go.

‘’We need to talk’’ I cleared my throat and looked away from my boyfriend. It was really embarrassing to be caught watching porn. ‘’Hmm I’d love to talk’’ Joker told me deeply and crawled in bed next to me. I noticed that I got tense. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him. His usually ice blue eyes were dark and his pupils were bigger than normal. ‘’I should..um..there’s..can you..no do you want to..ugh..’’ I wanted to tell him about my virginity, but I was so nervous that I didn’t make sense. I stopped stuttering when he put his fingers on my lips. ‘’Do you want me to fuck you?’’ He asked me shamelessly. My eyes widened a bit and I felt like I was a heat lamp by now. Why was this so bad?

‘’Kinda.. yes’’ I whispered and watched how his smirk turned into a grin. ‘’But there’s something..you should know’’ I hurried to say before he got started. Joker nodded and waited for me to tell him. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that it was ok. He should know. ‘’I’ve..I’ve never done this before’’ I spat it out shyly and expected him to laugh, but nope, he didn’t laugh. ‘’I figured’’ He replied calmly. I looked at him with surprise. Before I could ask him how, he kept going. ‘’You always had an excuse kitten. You could have just told me’’ He let me know and climbed above me. I looked into his eyes quietly. Joker sat on my hips, but he put most of his weight on his legs. 

‘’Sorry’’ I apologized for not telling him earlier. ‘’Hmm..it’s ok. But why didn’t you tell me kitten? Why’’ He pried while taking off his silver jacket, revealing his red shirt that wasn’t buttoned. I saw his toned chest and to be honest I liked that sight. ‘’I was scared’’ I admitted, knowing that being honest with him was the best choice. Joker took off his shirt as well before he leaned closer to my face. ‘’Why were you scared?’’ He purred quietly and cupped my face. I put my hands on his and took a deep breath, noticing how his scent of gunpowder and cologne calmed me down.

‘’I was scared because I know it hurts..and it’s kinda embarrassing’’ I admitted, finding it hard to speak when he started kissing my neck. J licked my skin and then started kissing me until he found my sweet spot. I whimpered,but muffled it by biting my lips together. ‘’It’s not embarrassing’’ He told me seriously before looking back into my eyes.This side of him wasn’t really familiar for me. He wasn’t angry nor overly happy and cheerful. He seemed like he genuinely cared about my safety. But there was also that smirk there since he caught he watching that video. 

‘’You know I won’t hurt you right?’’ He whispered into my ear. I licked my lips and closed my eyes for a while. ‘’..unless you want me to’’ He added darkly, but I knew what he meant with that. ‘’I trust you J’’ I let him know. All this got me hornier and I just wanted to get started. I felt impatient, but also shy and vulnerable. ‘’Look at me’’ He demanded and so I opened my eyes. His face was right above mine. ‘’I’ll take care of you. Why would I ever want to hurt my queen?’’ He looked at me seriously, but he didn’t seem angry. I cracked a smile and it was enough for an answer.

Then J pressed his red lips against mine. I relaxed into the kiss and shut my eyes again, kissing him harder. Joker opened his mouth a little so he could push his tongue out. I gave him access to my mouth and then he started exploring me like never before. His hand travelled down on my body so he was cupping my right boob. I tensed as he touched me and of course he noticed. J pulled back and looked deep in my eyes. ‘’Relax kitten’’ He demanded calmly. I nodded and took a deep breath. 

Then he grabbed the hems of my black shirt that I was wearing and he dragged it up until I was shirtless. I watched as he threw the shirt away somewhere on the wooden floor. The cool air made contact on my skin and I felt goosebumps rising. Then J got up, standing next to the bed. He unbuckled his belt and got out of his black jeans. I was wearing golden pajama shorts and black underwear. When I saw J in his boxers, I realized that this was real. He had a boner and man it looked huge. How could all that fit inside me?

‘’What did you think of when you watched it baby?’’ He broke the silence and got on the bed again. I sat up next to him and sighed. Was it so obvious that I had been thinking of him? Of us doing those things? ‘’You’’ I replied shortly. J put his hands on my shorts and dragged them off, making me raise my legs so he could take them all the way off. Now we were both in our underwear only. I couldn’t help but to be nervous, but I was getting really wet. ‘’Mmh baby..’’ He growled with a smile and suddenly dragged me on his lap. I put my hands on his muscled shoulders and bit my bottom lip.His grip was strong, but sure. I liked it.

‘’I’ve thought about you very very much baby..About you and me, together’’ He purred and then his hands played with my bra. He unclasped them and I felt them hanging by the straps. He had never seen me buttnaked before, but I didn’t mind that he would now. Then he slid them off of me and threw them away as well. My nipples were hard and I knew he noticed. I mean, my boobs were nearly in his face. ‘’You’ve got really nice tits’’ he smirked and cupped both of them. Then he gave them a squeeze, making me flinch because the sensitivity came so suddenly. ‘’I know you like them because you’re always staring’’ I chuckled and tried to feel comfortable. I wasn’t uncomfortable either, just nervous.

‘’Have you touched yourself?’’ J asked me seriously and then licked my left nipple. I bit my bottom lip and nearly moaned when he blew cold air on the spot before nibbling me with his teeth. He used his hand on the other one so I wouldn’t feel lonely. ‘’Tell me’’ He reminded me and kept going. As I opened my  mouth to speak, he bit me a little harder, making me moan. ‘’That’s my girl, don’t hold it back’’ He let me know more happily. ‘’Now tell me, have you ever touched yourself while thinking of us?’’ He wanted to know very eagerly. It made me think of the few times I had done that. It had all been very recently. He was making me a horny mess.

‘’Yes J mmh’’ I whimpered, getting wet for him. Then I looked at my horny boyfriend who got a dangerous dark twist in those pretty eyes. ‘’Dirty dirty girl’’ He rumbled deeply. Then he used his mouth on my other boob. I leaned closer to him so his face was hugging them. I wanted to get some friction, but I was patient enough. I knew that foreplay was important so it wouldn’t hurt so much. His warm hands squeezed my boobs a little harder, making me jump a little every time, but I liked the feeling. Suddenly he pinched both my nipples, making me gasp. ‘’I need to punish you for being a naughty girl, but not tonight’’ He warned me and then moved his hands on my back, sliding them down until he clutched my bum. He did it to press our clothed crotches closer. Then he leaned back against the bedpost and attached his lips on my neck.

‘’Damn..I can feel how wet you are’’ J admitted and grinded his hard on against me. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head from the unfamiliar touch, but the feeling it made. My clit was pulsing by now because I was so eager for his touch. ‘’Oh baby girl..how long have you been waiting for me?’’ He licked his lips and kept planting kisses on my neck and chest. ‘’A few hours’’ I answered shortly, focusing on the small amount of friction that felt good already.

‘’Maybe..just maybe I won’t tease you too much now’’ He thought out loud. Then he rolled us over so he was on top. I looked into his eyes and now it was my turn to smirk. ‘’It must be tight in those boxers J’’ I whispered and touched his back with my nail, gently tho. ‘’Trust me, it is’’ He growled and then pressed his crotch against mine again, way harder than earlier because he was on top now. As I was about to moan, he pressed those sweet lips of his against mine, making me moan into his mouth. He grabbed my hair with his left hand to keep me steady. The feeling of him dry humping me was so good after waiting so long.

Then he let go of my lips, looking into my eyes silently for a while. He was probably finding it hard to keep control over his actions. ‘’Daddy’s hungry’’ He let me know. At first I didn’t get it, but I was quick to catch on. J went down on me and soon he bit my last piece of clothing, my undies. I watched as he slid them off very slowly, keeping eye contact while teasing the hell out of me. ‘’J’’ I whined impatiently, but couldn’t help but to admit that it was hot. His hands touched my thighs and then moved closer again. He moved his eyes away from my eyes to look at my heat. I felt a little shy and embarrassed again. No one had ever been this close to me.

‘’Oh you’re glistening..something needs to be done here’’ He purred excitedly and placed a kiss on my inner thigh. I squeezed the bedsheets and waited for him to do something. I didn’t even realize that I was holding my breath until he told me. ‘’Relax kitten, I’ll make you feel good’’ He promised me. I let out a long breath and then encouraged him with a smile. ‘’Please daddy’’ I begged him. Something twisted in his eyes and his grip got tighter, but I didn’t feel any pain. Then he licked my pussy slowly, from my clit to my opening. I gasped and then held my breath for a few seconds. J didn’t stop now. He kitten licked my wetness and then attached his mouth of my throbbing clit. I moaned loudly in pleasure. It didn’t hurt, yet.

J nibbled my clit with his teeth and made me arch my back. He put his right arm on my hips to keep me on place. ‘’Damn baby you taste so good’’ He complimented me and kept licking my clit. ‘’harder J’’ I whimpered, wanting more. I wanted him to take me harder. It was probably because I was so horny. ‘’Baby girl..I feel like after a few times you’ll be one feisty beast in bed’’ He chuckled and then pushed his index finger inside of me. He had long and kinda thick fingers. I had never felt that before from anyone else than myself and I had smaller fingers.

I chewed my bottom lip and whimpered as he started fingering me. It hurt a little, but it felt so good as well. Then I moved my hand to touch his arm he used to keep my hips down. J looked at my face to see if I was in any kind of discomfort.  He wasn’t smiling and he had a dark look on his smug face, but I could tell he was both happy but worried. He truly cared about me. ‘’Does my kitten enjoy this?’’ He purred and curled his long finger against me soft walls, hitting a spot that made me moan loudly. He noticed and kept pressing his finger against that magic spot. 

‘’Y-Yes’’ I answered him and tried to buck my hips, but it was useless. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers while using his other hand to pleasure me. Once he pulled out his finger, he pushed back two. This time he had more difficulties getting both in smoothly. I gulped and realized that it hurt a little. J saw it on my face and he stopped. ‘’Relax’’ He reminded me and used his thumb to rub my clit. ‘’Keep going’’ I told him a little unsurely. He listened to me and fingered me with two fingers, but he couldn’t get both fully in. My head leaned against the pillows and I squeezed his hand, but I still moaned out in both pleasure and pain. Soon he managed to get both fingers in and he pressed the magic spot again. 

‘’Fuck yes’’ I breathed out sharply. ‘’It wasn’t that hard to find’’ He told me proudly. I guess the magic spot was my G-spot. He was still slow with his fingers, but I wanted more now that I got more used to it. I wanted to feel him in me, to be connected with him. ‘’J’’ I whispered nervously and looked into his dark eyes. ‘’Yes baby?’’ He answered quickly and stopped moving his fingers. I felt how my juices stained the sheets. I couldn’t help but to think of the chance of bleeding.

‘’I want you’’ I told him honestly. J pulled out his fingers and climbed closer to my face. ‘’Do you want me now?’’ He questioned me with his sexy raspy voice and touched my bottom lips with the fingers he just used to finger fuck me with. I nodded and opened my mouth so I could taste myself. J pushed his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them clean. ‘’I’ll get a condom’’ He let me know. J pressed a kiss on my stomach, making me smile, before he got up. He walked to the dark brown drawer and opened it, grabbing a condom. Reality hit me again. This was it. I just hoped that he managed to remain as calm as possible. J wasn’t normal, but I couldn’t be happier to share this moment with him. No one else could replace him, never ever in a gazillion years.

J took off his boxers and then I saw his cock. My eyes widened. Now it looked even bigger. Pre-cum was dripping from his tip. He was stone hard. It would be a miracle if this wouldn’t hurt. I mean I barely managed two of his fingers and now that? He was at least nine inches long, at least! ‘’Do you want to put it on?’’ J asked me, knocking me out of my thoughts. He had holding the condom near me. I grabbed it from his hand and then ripped the small package open, revealing a slimy piece of rubber that would keep us away from infections and kids.

Then I looked at his cock. Was I supposed to touch him? What if I’d screw up? J noticed that I was staring, so he decided to speak. ‘’You’re adorable’’ He chuckled and then grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand close to his erection. My hands were trembling because I was so nervous, but damn I wanted this. ‘’Um..How do I know when it’s right?’’ I mumbled, feeling like my brain was running in circles. ‘’I’ll know, just roll it on’’ He encouraged me. His voice was raspier than normally. I grabbed his shaft and tried to keep a gentle touch. I had no idea if it hurt or what it felt like for him. Then I put the condom on his tip and tried to remember what I had learned earlier. I pinched the tip while rolling it on. Then I let go and looked at J for approval.

‘’Good, was it so hard?’’ J asked me and licked his lips. I shook my head no, but to be honest I just wanted to begin. ‘’Now baby girl you need to relax, okay?’’ He looked deep in my eyes while making me lie down on my back. ‘’I will’’ I promised him and took a shaky breath. Joker grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. Then he positioned himself close to my entrance, letting the tip touch me but he didn’t push in yet. My nerves were about to kill me.

‘’Hey, look at me’’ J demanded and I was quick to do so. He grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. ‘’Do it’’ I whispered and prepared myself for the pain. I gritted my teeth as he pushed his length inside of me, stretching my walls that had never experienced this. First I couldn’t feel pain, until he got an inch or two in. ‘’Fuck’’ I hissed nervously and tensed my muscles.J stopped and clenched his jaw. This wasn’t easy for him either. ‘’Y/N, take it easy baby’’ He reminded me. Tears stung my eyes, but it was mostly because of my nerves. I had been thinking too much all day and this was the moment all that stress and worry came out. It didn’t hurt so much that I couldn’t handle it.

‘’You’re doing good, now be a good girl for daddy and relax’’ J spoke slowly, but deeply. I nodded and relaxed after taking a deep breath.He kept going slowly. I felt the struggle, since everything was so tight down there. J never broke eye-contact while he entered me. Then as I thought things wouldn’t get worse, I felt a stinging pain. ‘’Ow ow ow’’ I whined and gritted my teeth. J didn’t stop, he kept pushing himself in. I knew that he had torn my hymen. ‘’I know it hurts baby,but it’ll be over soon’’ He promised me seriously. The tears rolled down my face, but I didn’t sob. Then he cupped my cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. I liked J like this, which I never expected. 

Soon he was all the way in. J stopped, wanting me to adjust to his size. I was breathing heavily because my nerves were unravelling. It stung and hurt as my walls stretched, but it didn’t get any worse. Actually now that he wasn’t moving, it didn’t hurt too much. ‘’You’re doing so good’’ J purred and tried to stay still. Man he had been weeks without sex and now he had to contain himself, which was a hard task for Joker. I was so glad that he cared about me enough to not hurt me on purpose.

‘’Move’’ I whispered after a while. He nodded and pulled back. I gritted my teeth, but tried to stay relaxed as he moved. J was almost all the way out until he pushed back in, this time a little faster without stopping. I grunted in pain but the pleasure made it bearable. J growled under his breath. I untangled our hands so I could hug him by putting my hands on his strong back. J supported himself a little better now and found a better position. Soon he was finding a slow but steady rhythm. One more single tear rolled down my face until I started to find pleasure coming above the pain. I moaned quite loudly now, allowing J to know that the worst pain was over. He smiled, but it quickly faded as he started to pace up.

My nails raked his back without me noticing. ‘’Fuck J’’ I cried out in pleasure. The feeling was new but so lovely. His big cock rubbed my soft and sensitive walls by every move and once he was in me, his tip hit the magic spot that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. ‘’Do you feel good?’’ He asked me darkly and he gritted his teeth. We were both getting sweaty, but neither of us minded. ‘’Y-Y..ah fuck yes!’’ I wailed out happily. J started breathing heavily and so did I, but I was a moaning mess as well. I bucked my hips against J’s to get more friction. I wanted him to go faster and not be so careful anymore. Just like I read the pain goes away after a few minutes. Now I felt simply amazing.

‘’Faster..’’ I whispered quietly, but he didn’t quite catch it. I knew he wanted to go slow to keep me safe which was sweet. J probably found this hard, since he actually gave a fuck about me. I knew how to make him take me harder tho. ‘’Fuck me harder daddy’’I told him loudly. J slowed down until he stopped. My ass was wet because I was legit dripping arousal. J put his hand on my jaw and looked into my eyes seriously. ‘’Y/N..don’t get me to the point where I can’t control myself’’ He warned me, but I knew he wanted it. Me being the crazy girl who didn’t follow rules anyway did something else.

‘’I know you want to..I can take you daddy’’ I purred and bucked my hips, already missing the feeling of him fucking me. I wanted more. I didn’t even care if it hurt a little bit. ‘’Y/N’’ J growled and shut his eyes. I smirked, knowing that I got him. ‘’I’m all yours daddy, look at me’’ I said innocently. When he opened his eyes I used my left hand to touch my clit. J looked at my actions for a few seconds until he lost it. He grabbed my wrist harshly and pinned it next to my head. ‘’Oh darling you’ll cry soon’’ He warned me angrily. Finally. 

Before I could answer, he grabbed the bedpost and let his anger out on me, just as I expected him to. J pounded himself balls deep in me, making the sound of skin slapping against skin echo in our room and probably the entire penthouse.’’Yes..Yes daddy’’ I gasped and rolled my eyes to the back of my head again. Then I curled my toes and felt a knot forming in my stomach. J was going really hard, harder now that I thought he would. ‘’Is this what you wanted?’’ He growled heatedly. I couldn’t even answer him. The pleasure and pain mixed together had me overwhelmed. My mouth was open and I was gasping between my loud cries of pleasure. The look in J’s eyes was so sexy but dangerous.

I had awakened a beast.

J kept slamming his entire length in me, until a strong feeling seemed to come closer. I guess I was close to an orgasm. Although I also read that most women don’t come the first time, or even the first few times. ‘’J’’ I tried to say his name, but it came out as a whisper. J growled and kept doing this hard work. A shiver ran down my spine and I struggled to breathe. It felt so good. ‘’J’’ I tried again and it came out a little louder. ‘’You’re close, I know’’ he let me know. Tomorrow would be a day I’d find it hard to walk. I just felt it.

As the feeling grew stronger, tears stung my eyes again. I wanted to let go so bad, but I found it hard. I blinked, letting the tears wash down my face. But the roughness was fucking amazing. I knew I wasn’t normal. ‘’Ah-’’ I screamed, but fell silent as a wave of pleasure washed across my entire body, feeling like a good slap. It’s like all my other senses numbed down, only allowing me to feel the amazing feeling. It made my abdomen muscles tense. I curled my toes and used my free hand to dig my nails into J’s back.

After a while I came back to my senses, still feeling like heaven, but something unexpected happened. I got super sensitive. It’s like every move J did was like twenty times more sensitive. ‘’J’’ I whimpered, still recovering from that hard orgasm. He didn’t stop yet. I screamed out and my body started shaking. I was pushing him, but I wanted more. I wanted this, but my body couldn’t handle much more. J noticed and then stopped. He pulled out and put my legs down. I squeezed them together, panting hard on the bed now. J took off the condom and I watched as he came seconds later. His cum cum shot on my body, landing on my stomach. His entire hot load just pooled on my skin as I panted.

For some reason I liked that dirty sight of being covered in his cum. But now I felt like I was on fire, but it was so worth it. J was breathing heavily and he ran his hand through his hair. I cracked a smile and I looked at my boyfriend. Suddenly I felt much closer to him, it’s like we were more serious. ‘’Thank you’’ I whispered tiredly, but I was so happy. J  looked into my eyes more calmly now. ‘’Well it’s not over yet doll face. I need to run you a bath, you’re bleeding’’ He let me know. My eyes widened. Then I sat up, ignoring the burning sensation. He was right. There was a little blood on the sheets. Fuck.

I wasn’t sure if he was angry or not, but I still grew nervous.’’Shit sorry..I-I’ll clean up’’ I promised him quickly. Before I could panic more, J cupped my face and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back. The kiss was sweet and salty, but it sure calmed me down. Then J grabbed my wrists and let me put my hands on his chest. ‘’Oh kitten just take it easy, it’s fine. Daddy isn’t mad at you’’ He assured me. ‘’I lov..’’ I started, but quickly shut up. His smile faded. Joker never told anyone those three words, at least not that I knew of it. He knew how to show his emotions, especially when he got protective over me or when he wanted to spend time with me. He knew it as well ,but so far he had never said that he loved me. I was kinda nervous now. Everything went well, but I went and tried to say those words to him.

Way to go.

‘’I loved it’’ I cleared my throat, talking about the sex. Maybe he’d think through it. J sighed and then stood up. I thought he’d leave me alone, but instead he picked me up in his strong arms. So he carried me to the master bathroom. ‘’I know what you were going to say Y/N’’ he admitted ,but I was unsure if he was angry at me or not. He wasn’t obvious like an open book. No, Joker was a nut that was hard to crack, but I was going the right way. ‘’Sorry’’ I whispered and looked down. He put me on my feet and locked the white bathroom door. My legs were numb, kinda feeling like jelly. So I sat on the edge of the tub quickly. Then I watched as J let the warm water fill the big tub, big enough for two.

‘’Don’t be sorry’’ He started a little angrily. Well sherlock it wasn’t easy not to be. I didn’t want to ruin a perfect night with my own stupid feelings in words. J kneeled down in front of me and rested his head on my knees. ‘’Do you mean it?’’ He wanted to know. A blush spread on my already rosy cheeks. Then I nodded, a little scared if I had to be honest. Instead of getting mad at me like I expected him to be, instead of hitting me neither, he did the opposite.

‘’Well..I think that’s good, so I know our feelings are mutual’’ He let me know mysteriously. Just as I expected, he wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ but he found a way to let me know. 

Well this was a perfect valentine’s day..

anonymous asked:

What changes happened during ep 28? I binged read the manga so ..

Anonymous said: I would be so grateful if you tell which chapter is the episode 28? 

@lumicuous said: I fully agree and I hope so much they’ll animate it the way it is in the manga! Though, I have a question… what changes in Episode 28 do you mean?


I’m putting all of these together again since they are about the same thing ^^.

Like I said in my other post, I didn’t like those changes. The one who got it worse was Mikasa, but the changes weren’t really good for Eren and Levi either, in my opinion.

But well, to make some sense of what I’m saying I need to explain myself a bit more, so let’s start from the beginning!


The scene I’m talking about is from Chapter 37 of the manga, and was animated on episode 28 with some changes. 

During this scene, Levi talks to Eren, Armin, and Mikasa and gives them instructions about what to do next, since they’re going to go separate ways. This scene occurs during the cart ride.

Levi first tells Eren he has to succeed no matter what. And just after that he addresses Armin and Mikasa. We got the first part in the anime quite well, so I can’t complain about that.

But in the anime, they moved the other part of the conversation to a scene later on. Levi then talks to Armin in a similar way as in the manga, but when he talks to Mikasa, is when the issues start. This is what originally Levi said to Mikasa:

This dialogue did happen in the anime scene more or less accurately. But in the manga, he continued and told her this:

This part was changed in the anime, and Levi told this to Eren instead. 

“And finally… Eren.
Learn how to restrain yourself.
Don’t succumb to rage and lose sight of the goal.
We can’t afford another mistake”.

“Yes, sir!”

This… changes a lot of things.

The reason Levi said this to Mikasa in the first place is because how she acted in the encounter with the female titan in the forest. She tried to attack her even if Levi told her not to. For Levi, saving Eren was the priority. He let this very clear to Mikasa during that time, and he is doing it again now. Because of Mikasa’s actions, Levi got injured. What Levi meant with these words was that her attachment to Eren is precisely what can backfire for her and put him at risk. She has to make protecting Eren her priority no matter what, and for that she has to keep a clear head and avoid getting carried out by her rage.

Mikasa is not going to forget about this conversation, and this exchange is going to be very important to her development. Many people did not like this change, and have explained the reasons extensively since then, so I won’t go much into it, since I’m trying to focus on Eren and Levi here.

Because for me, this scene in the manga was also very important for Eren and Levi’s relationship because it showed how Levi always put Eren first, and how he made sure to let clear his safety was the most important thing, just before they separated. He wanted to make sure Eren was protected properly now that he couldn’t do it himself. It doesn’t matter if you see Levi’s intentions as caused by duty, or by personal feelings; it’s a fact that he puts Eren’s safety as the most important thing.

Also, the way Levi’s face changes in the anime when talking to Eren compared with Armin and Mikasa didn’t help either. He speaks to them very calmly, but when it’s time to talk to Eren, suddenly his face gets… (I’m not going to discuss the animation because, lol) I don’t know what’s that, but he’s not happy! Here’s a comparison:

Of course to anyone who enjoys Eren and Levi’s relationship, these changes will be already a sad thing on itself. But what it personally bothered me by this change, (and the whole reason of this post lol) was the fandom reaction, especially by people who haven’t read the manga and get their vision of Eren and Levi’s relationship from the anime only.

And the reason is simple: Why would Levi say this to Eren? The conclussion many people reached was that this was caused by Eren’s decision in the forest, and the death of Levi’s squad.

I completely disagree with this.

Levi gave Eren the choice to do what he thought was best. He has repeated again and again how no one can know the outcome of that choice. Levi would never blame Eren for the death of his squad this way, he would not refer to it as a mistake, or something that happened because of Eren’s rage. I repeat,

Levi would never blame Eren for the death of his squad!

Even more when this has been already discussed between them. Remember this scene from Chapter 32?

So why then, the anime makes Levi talk to Eren like that? The most likely reason and the theory I agree with the most, is that this is because the anime also changed the final battle with the female titan in Stohess, and made Eren lose control, go into berserker mode, etc. So then, it makes sense for Levi to say this to Eren in the anime. In the context on the anime alone, this change is justified, even if this never happened in the manga.

So in my opinion, if I’m going to judge the changes just by that, they really aren’t a big deal in regards of Eren and Levi. I understand that the anime has to make changes from the manga to be able to adapt it, and it’s not going to be an exact copy of it. But, like I said before, the way some part of the fandom reacted to this is what upset me and why I wished they had never made this change.

There are people who think Levi hates Eren because of the death of his squad. Who think of Eren as just a bundle of rage who can’t control himself, it’s always yelling/crying, etc. The anime exagerates this a lot in many occasions. Levi telling him this, with that expression, did not help at all on that regard. I saw comments saying how Eren “is always messing everything up” and “it’s obvious Levi is fed up with him”. And usually those comments are followed by some remark like “how can people still ship ereri omg”.

So yeah… this is why this change is annoying to me, haha.

In the original scene, when everyone is asking Eren if he’s going to be able to seal the hole, Levi realizes he is uncomfortable, pressured, and he speaks to reassure him, he gives him encouragement and motivation, and he does this calmly, without getting angry at him. He never blames him for any mistakes or talks about his rage. That’s how Levi and Eren’s relationship actually is for me, and I hope more people saw it that way, too.

White Lace | [S]

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MusclePig™ [12:27] : Are you free yet?

The obnoxious vibrations of your phone distract you from the splatter of paint that had you preoccupied for the past couple of hours.

You picked up your phone from your table, the light from it seemingly unpleasant as you typed in a quick response.

You [12:30] : Do you really want to go out that bad?

MusclePig™ [12:30]: I haven’t seen you in a week, my heart and dick are throbbing for you.

You threw your phone down on to your bed beside the hardwood table that you were seated on, silently laughing to yourself as you read his last message.

That’s definitely something Jungkook would say. Over the past couple of months you had gotten to know him better, the both of you often bonding over anime or stupid memes; sometimes just listening to each other as he babbled on about a new plot he had thought of.

You’d been avoiding going out with him over the past week, trying to focus on classes and the projects at hand. But Jungkook wouldn’t let you stay in this hermit hole that you had created for yourself.

MusclePig™ [12:31]: Pleasee~

You [12:33]: Pick me up in an hour.

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anonymous asked:

Per the IRC fundraiser: I would LOVE to read a blurb about Steve Cap eviscerating David Duke (or any other white supremacist) a la Chris Evans on Twitter :) (Hi. Thanks for using your powers for good!)

This didn’t go quite in the direction I hoped when I started, but I hope you like it anyway, Anon! 

Steve got a Twitter – really, Steve was assigned a Twitter – when he joined the Avengers, but he didn’t use it very often. He didn’t care for it, and forgot about it for long periods of time. People followed him, but didn’t expect much in the way of content. 

Then, one day, a tweet popped up from his account.

You shouldn’t punch Nazis in the face. You will incapacitate a Nazi for longer if you punch in the side of the head or the genital area.

What followed was an eyebrow-raising, thirty-tweet essay in which Captain America laid out the basics of hand-to-hand combat and offered advice for most effective techniques. Every time he could have used the phrase “your opponent” or “the other person”, instead he used “a nazi”.

When someone pointed this out to him on twitter, he tweeted back, ‘A nazi’ is fewer characters.

It was an amazing afternoon, but the news coverage of Captain America’s brutal new twitter branding didn’t really hit a frenzied pitch until the following day, when someone tweeted, So you think I should be punched in the face for my opinions?

Are you a nazi? Steve tweeted back.

I voted for Trump.

There was a gap of about half an hour, and then Steve replied, #trump wants people I love to die; at least to be unprotected from violence. Why wouldn’t I strike someone threatening my loved ones?  

At which point the President of the United States tweeted, Pathetic Captain America wants to punch the landslide who elected me. Captain: you’re fired!

And Steve tweeted, Donald Trump is scared of me. Watching a sad old man try to fire someone he doesn’t employ is hilarious.

After which it appeared the President may have lost his mind; his tweets, growing increasingly erratic, eventually threatened a nuclear strike against New York unless Steve resigned.

Bring it on, I’ll punch that too, or didn’t you hear about what happened the last time someone tried? Steve tweeted.

At which point the President’s twitter went dangerously silent.

The following day, the White House announced that the President had been admitted to the hospital with 'cardiac issues’, and was expected to sign resignation papers at noon.

“I’m hearing that the rest of the GOP finally pushed him out. I hope you’re proud of yourself,” Tony said.

“Jarvis was the one who advised me on how best to bait him,” Steve replied, stretching smugly.

“Pence isn’t exactly a cake walk.”

“No, but he’s never going to try to nuke New York, and he’s not so irrational he’d announce the attempt on social media,” Steve said. “My job is to make sure dangerous psychopaths don’t threaten the United States. One down,” he added, grinning.

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Thank you all for the support! I am sorry for filling everyone’s dashboards with my replies. I wanted all to have their answers and thanks! 

And don’t worry, Hanzo will deal with Jesse.

Relax

Pairing: Sam x Reader (set somewhere around season 7)

Word Count: 8,300 (longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: age difference (reader is 19, Sam is 28), first time!reader, gentle!Sam, light dom!Sam, language, dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, brief handjob, light praise!kink, multiple orgasms.

A/N: I co-wrote this with a friend, but she doesn’t have a Tumblr so I can’t tag her.



“God, I hate vampires,” you say, flopping into your makeshift bed on a red and brown loveseat. You’ve been working a vampire case with Sam alone for the past week and the creatures you just destroyed are still and always will be a pain in the ass for you to kill, even with 6’4 backup.

Sam watches you roll onto your back and smiles, the right corner of his mouth turning up into a smile as he grabs a plain gray shirt and black sweats and walks to the bathroom. “They’re vampires, what do you expect them to do, hand over themselves willingly?” He says sarcastically.

“It’s still a pain. I don’t know how you guys do it so well,” You respond, burying your face in the single, flat pillow buried against the back of the loveseat.

“It takes practice,” Sam replies casually. “Like everything else you learn.”

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Change Your Mind // Part 1

Synopsis: Jimin is finally returning home to Busan after a few years of college. His friend, Jungkook, tags along as well. Rather than being interested in the new sights, he finds his eyes following Jimin’s old friend — you.

Originally posted by helendrv

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin // childhood friends!au, fwb!au + love triangle!

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 5.8k

Includes: fingering

SERIES: Part 1 || Part 2

A/N: it’s back and re-written :’) for those who read it on my old blog, this’ll probably take a different route than the original ^^


It is around four in the afternoon, saffron rays of sunlight spilling past the windows of Jimin’s car. There are not any other noises aside the blasting tune of his car radio that pairs along with the booming bass. Jimin’s gaze is locked on the narrow road, clammy palms gripping onto the wheel as he frequently licks his lips out of anticipation. His friend, Jungkook, who is kicking himself back into the soft of the passenger seat, is singing along to every catchy song that comes up on the radio. They often exchange glances, waggling eyebrows that follow with a fit of chortles from their excitement.

They are finally heading back home.

After what feels like ages of Jungkook straining his voice to the flow of the melody, Jimin interrupts his pase and twists the volume down a couple of notches. “Are you nervous?” he asks, eyes peering left and right when he reaches the stop sign, “My house is just around this corner.”

Jungkook lets out a chuckle. “Why should I be? You said your parents are nothing to worry about and that your brother spends most of his time outside.”

“Yeah,” Jimin confirms, “but first impressions are everything.”

“I’m sure that they’ll love me,” Jungkook says with a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I cannot believe you lived in the same city as me all my life and we only met in college.”

Jimin grins and turns the corner. “Well, we did live on opposite sides of the city. What can you say? Ah, we’re here.”

Jimin brings his car to a slow stop in front of a rusting mailbox, still managing to messily park it with care. Jungkook’s entire self lights up like a child that had its interest captured by a simple scene, eyebrows raising and heart skipping. They both swing the doors open and close it with a loud bang before they skirt to the trunk of Jimin’s vehicle. Popping it open, they grab their bags from his ash grey car and the older boy gladly leads his enthusiastic friend to the front of his house. Every fiber of Jungkook’s being radiates with excitement along every step he takes towards Jimin’s front door. Jimin slides his keys in, unlocking the entrance then realizes something: he forgot his phone in the cupholder of his car.

“Here—” he says and hands Jungkook his bags—“place them inside and wait on the couch, I forgot something.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, dumbfounded and ready to protest; nonetheless, he does as he says and drops their belongings by the closest sofa. Jimin rushes to his automobile reaches inside to grab onto his device quickly, ready to dash back towards his house to save Jungkook from the pressing questions that could come out of his family’s mouth if they encountered him first; however, the second he twists on his heel he sees a face he knows all too well. “Y/N?”

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Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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Polar Opposites (Part 1) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s POV and Zach’s POV (Stated before a section)

A/N: Here’s my second request done! This was fun to write especially because the girl in the write-up is extremely similar to who I was in high school. Haha. And it’s the first time I’ve posted an imagine with different POVs. Please do tell me how this all works out or if you guys want me to stick to first person. Enjoy everyone!

Request:  Hey I was wondering if you can do an imagine where Zach falls for a girl after they talk about their favorite things and about what they want to be after high school. Like he’s passionate about being a marine biologist and he loves the sparkle in the girl’s eyes when she talks about her favorite books and how she says she wants to become an author or something along those lines. Maybe she even lets him read some of her writing?

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READER’S POV

He was the captain of the school’s basketball team, I was the student body president. He was often involved in after-school detention, I was always involved with extracurricular school activities. He was the class clown, I was the class nerd. He had girls running after him, I had boys running away from me. He was 6foot3, I was 5foot7.

I could probably go on with this list but I’m assuming you already catch my drift. We were polar opposites, which was why when our Media teacher chose us as partners for our upcoming media project, I couldn’t help but complain to him after class. Of course he stood by his decision and I was stuck with Zach Dempsey for a week.

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Monday after school

“So, what is the project all about again?” Zach asks me while spinning on his desk chair like a 5 year old.

“Can you stop doing that please, my head’s starting to spin now.” I say as I rub my forehead with my eyes shut. A soft sorry escapes his lips as he stopped.

“Mr. Andrews said I have to do a profile about you, and you have to do the same for me. We can use any media we like as long as we’re creative with it. I’m planning on doing a powerpoint.” I reply as I go through my notebook.

“I guess I’ll just do a documentary, it’s the easiest thing to do and I’m pretty good at video editing.” he says as he looks up at the ceiling.

“Alright, fine, let’s get started then.” I suggest and we both get to work. I take a blank piece of paper from my binder and start interviewing him.

“So Zachary Dempsey, would you care to tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes?” I ask him while clicking my pen.

“Interests: basketball, hobbies: basketball, likes: basketball, dislikes: the color orange, although funnily enough that’s the color of the ball.” he answers and I roll my eyes at him.

“Zach, I already know that you like basketball. I need other information.” I reply.

“Oh, so you want to get to know me better, eh?” he retors with a smirk growing on his face.

“Not known for his modesty.” I mumble to myself as I write it down my blank piece of paper.

“You need to chill Y/N, I was just kidding.” he says as he leans back on his chair and laughs. I exhale deeply and proceed with asking the questions for his profile.

“For the second time, please tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes.” I say.

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Jason

Batmom Series #1

Warnings: death, depression, mention of drowning

Word Count: 1136

Note: I have so many exciting plans for my Batmom series, but I wanted to start with this one that tugs at the heartstrings ~ K

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Your head was submerged under the water of the shower, as you hoped it would drown out the sounds of the world. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between your tears and the water. It had been a while since you let yourself cry over what had happened and you only let yourself in the safety of your shower. You remembered it like yesterday.

“Y/N….” Bruce said warily as he came back with a body in his arms.

“Bruce who is that?” you asked afraid of the answer yourself.

“Y/N.”

With just the sound of your name leaving his lips you knew exactly who it was. The world collapsed around you as Bruce set your son on the table, and you cried out for him. The pain was indescribable; like someone had ripped away the gravity from your world. Blood-curdling screams dragged out between hyperventilated breaths, and Bruce shed tears from the sound of you. He had come over to put his arms around you as the two of you sobbed and mourned for the death of your child.

Everyone knew that you were different, the hollow look in your eyes, and the lack of true smiles that stretched on your face. The funeral had been one of the hardest days of your life, as you depended on Dick and Bruce as your life support.

“Mom I’m right here,” Dick said as he fell into your embrace. You cried as you held onto him; the only son of yours right now, and held tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

When Bruce brought home Tim and Damian, you accepted them with open arms and they became your next two sons. You loved them both every bit as much as you did Jason, but a part of you would always be missing.

It was one day when Bruce and Dick had just gotten home from chasing after a new crimelord that went by Red Hood. You were coming back from restocking bandages when you heard a quiet and rushed conversation between Dick and Bruce that made you stop for a second to listen.

“We have to tell mom,” Dick whispered harshly to Bruce.

“No it will absolutely destroy her and we’re not sure yet.’

“She has the right to know, it’s not fair to her or anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, she is a good mom to Damian and Tim, but you and I both know that she has never been the same since him.”

“We can NOT tell Y/N Dick.”

“Tell me what?” you asked as you emerged from the shadows of the Batcave, holding the bandages that you had gathered for Bruce. ‘What is going to ‘absolutely destroy’ me?” you asked with air quotes and emphasis on their repeated conversation.

“Dick…” Bruce warned as you could see Dick start to open his mouth to say something to you.

“I’m sorry mom,” Dick said in response to the light warning.

That was all that was said that night that left you with a million questions popping in your mind. What could Bruce be hiding from you that Dick wanted to tell you so badly? And what on Earth did it have to do with Jason? It wasn’t until a couple days later that you would find out.

Bruce had gone out again and by now it seemed like everyone knew, except for you. You were in the Batcave cleaning when you got curious as to what was on Bruce’s computer; it was seemingly analyzing something. It wasn’t your fault that the sequence was finished and you saw what it was. A loud bang filled the cave as you dropped what you were holding, seeing what it read.

Red Hood, the new crimelord running Gotham is your son. Your son, the one that died in an explosion caused by the Joker.

“You weren’t supposed to see that Miss,” Alfred said from behind you as he had come to see what the loud sound was.

“He knew and didn’t tell me,” you whispered to yourself. “He knew and didn’t let anyone tell me.”

“I’m sure Master Bruce had his reasons.”

“Reasons to not tell me that my son is alive?!” you raised your voice, immediately regretting it as it was Alfred.

“Y/N I had my reasons,” Bruce said hearing the tail end of your conversation with Alfred. “He’s not the same Y/N. He’s running the drug game.”

“I don’t care he’s my son. And Dick was right I had a right to know. You didn’t have the right to keep this from me, Bruce,” you told him as you walked up to him indignantly.

“I’m sorry it was for your own good.”

After a bit of silence, you finally said, “I want to see him.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“I wasn’t asking,” you replied still upset that Bruce had kept something of this nature from you.

It had been several weeks since the last conversation you had with Bruce about Jason. You had watched as he and his father battled on top of the building that he had kept Joker in. You had seen all the headlines as people began to recognize him for working outside the law to clean up Gotham; for doing what Batman wasn’t able to. You had seen it all but you never expected to come into the Batcave and see him standing there in his new get-up. You walked up to him and put a hand to his new helmet.

“Jason…”

He flinched away from your touch a bit and didn’t reply.

“Please…just…let me see that you’re real,” you begged him as tears welled in your eyes.

He sighed but reluctantly pulled off his helmet. It was undeniable that he was Jason. He had aged since the last time you had seen him of course, but you could recognize your son anywhere.

You held your breath and hesitantly put your hand up to his face, and rubbed your thumb across his cheek ever so slightly.

“Hi Ma,” he finally said breaking the silence that had filled the air since he had gotten rid of his helmet.

Tears fell from your cheeks as he grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. He had grown so much and was taller than you, and you could feel his own tears falling onto your head.

“I missed you so much Ma, you have no idea.”

history-rover  asked:

You asked for it. When the Scot Ties The Knot AU. 😜

okay, bit of background. we were talkin in discord about scottish twitter, which then transmuted into a talk about scottish romance novels, and then i brought up the greatest romance novel premise i’ve ever heard of: when a scot ties the knot by tessa dare. i’ve never actually read this book besides the back cover and some choice passages from my friend @galpaladvns who got it for her birthday or smth (all i really remember from that night was @funnythingsandphysics hunting through the pages for the smut which apparently took ¾ths of the book to get to?) but basically….. what happens next is the rough premise of the book, but viktuuri. and (very heavily winged) historical, because @kazliin and i are in agreement that there should be more period drama viktuuri anyway 


When a Russian is Rushin’ to Marry: Or, the Unexpected Consequences of Inventing a Boyfriend

“I’m so jealous of you,” Phichit laments as he helps Yuuri get ready for the evening’s events. “I remember my first season like it was yesterday. Everything’s so exciting and bright your first time around; I wish I could experience it again!”

Yuuri says nothing, only turns slightly to watch the way the light catches on his blue brocade waistcoat in the mirror. “I don’t know,” he admits after a moment. “I’m probably going to be dreadfully old, especially in comparison to young Mr Plisetsky who’s also debuting this season.”

“Well, sometimes people like a late bloomer,” Phichit chides, patting his forearm. “Now turn, so I can help with your ascot.”

Yuuri lets him adjust the silken material with a weary sigh. He’d been putting off his entrance into society for as long as could be deemed socially acceptable, mostly for his nerves. But with each passing season, his parents would get more and more concerned that he wouldn’t marry and settle down, and eventually he’d caved. Tonight’s soiree would mark his debut, and it was about as quiet an affair as he could manage. Still, the thought of being approached tonight with potential suitors continues to threaten to overwhelm him at any given moment. 

“Deep breaths, Yuuri,” Phichit offers kindly as he pats at his now properly-tied ascot. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“You sound more confident about this than I feel,” Yuuri retorts. Phichit helps him into his tailcoat with a grin.

“You’re a divine dancer, Yuuri,” he points out. “Who could say no to you?”

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Studio

Namjoon x reader

genre: smut

summary: namjoon is working on his music in the studio and he is stressed out so you help him relax

requested by: bts-is-love-exo-is-life

word count: 2.5K


‘When are you coming home?’

I don’t know baby, I’m still at the studio. I’ll text you when I head back home.’

You sighed, putting your phone down on the couch next to you. This was starting to get really annoying.
Namjoon was constantly at the studio, and yes you knew it was his job, he had to be there, he had to work.
But you started to feel like you were not as important anymore.

Even though he showered you with kisses almost every time he saw you, stayed with you up late when he had to get up early, you weren’t being intimate as much as before.
(Idk im not good at English)

You were selfish, you wanted him all the time and you were not denying it.
Sometimes you even felt like your neediness started to annoy him so you were scared that he was going to drift away because of that.

Usually you’d keep texting him and calling him, which was probably not a good idea, but tonight you decided to try leave him alone.

After what seemed like hours, when it was actually half an hour you texted him again.

Namjoon, I need you. When are you done with work?

He didn’t reply. So you waited a bit- until you texted again.

‘I wish you were here..

You were disgusted by yourself and by your selfishness. Couldn’t you just drop it?
No, because you were a needy, annoying bitch.
You kept texting him.

Again, no reply.
Now you decided to call.

You honestly expected him not to answer but instead, he picked up immediately.

“Namjo-“you started purring.

”(Y/N)! Can you stop already? You texted me a million times asking when I’ll be home, I don’t know! I’m working! I do this for a living (Y/N) and I can’t always be there when you feel like it! I’m trying hard to balance our relationship with work! So stop being so needy goddammit!“

And then he hung up.

He hung up on you.

And he yelled at you.
Namjoon never did that. He was never this mad at you.
Your hands were shaking and you didn’t know what to do next. You had a scary feeling you were not gonna see him tonight at all.

You hated yourself for this. How could you be like that when you knew about everything that he said? You knew how hard he tried and you still wanted more. You could not stop yourself. Ever.

Not even now.

So you put on your shoes and took your car keys.


Opening the door without knocking you stepped into the studio quietly trying not to catch his attention.

You could see him sitting by the computer, papers scattered all around the table, his back turned to you.

He seemed really stressed.
He was messing with his hair, sighing, shaking his head no while listening to the beat through his headphones.
His foot was tapping on the floor and his hand was scratching on the table lightly.

You decided not to call for him.
So you just stepped forward and touched his shoulder gently.

He turned around quickly, not knowing what was happening, but when he saw who it was his face changed.

Sighing, he took his headphones off and raised an eyebrow at you.

”(Y/N), what the hell are you doing here right now?“

He turned around in his chair completely, now facing you.

You stepped back, not knowing what to say exactly.
His gaze was confusing you. Making you stutter.

“I just..”

He still held his eyebrow up, waiting for an answer.
You felt small under that look he was giving you. The feeling was not pleasant at all.

“I just wanted to say sorry-”

“And you couldn’t do that over text?“he snapped at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that. Actually you weren’t planning what to say at all. You just drove all the way to the studio to see Namjoon.
And you had no idea what to do now.

Seeing as you were at the loss of words he sighed.
”(Y/N) I’m sorry I yelled at you but I meant what I said. I really need to work. I need to finish this and you are not helping. I’m very stressed and you’re making me feel worse.“

Seeing the look on my face he continued. “I’m sorry but I had to tell you. It is what it is.”

You were hurt by his words even though you knew you shouldn’t have been. You deserved it.
But still you couldn’t take it.

Sucking it up, you nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheeks.

You were looking down at the floor and you could still feel his gaze on you.

“Is it okay…if I stay here? I-I won’t bother you I just… I miss you all the time and-”

You stopped after seeing him close his eyes and put his index finger on his temple.

You bit your lip, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah, sure.. You can sit there on the couch and do..whatever.“he said motioning with his hand towards the black couch behind you and then turned back to his work, ignoring you again.

And seeing there was nothing else you could do you obeyed and you took a seat.


Time passed slowly and the only sounds in the room were your breathing along with the faint sounds of the music coming from Namjoon’s headphones.

Watching Namjoon working hard, the way he was running his long fingers through his hair, the way he bit his lip occasionally was making you really frustrated.

Sexually.

Because you and Namjoon haven’t been doing it for weeks now. That was one of the reasons you were acting this way.

Having nothing to do you started tapping your foot on the floor loudly, but Namjoon couldn’t hear it.
You started to groan out of boredom but he didn’t notice that either.

You rolled on the couch, sang, even got up and walked around the studio a few times. But he didn’t notice any of that.

Returning to the couch behind him, feeling defeated (because you were obviously trying to get some attention from him) you flopped down.

But then you got an idea.
There was a high chance it was going to annoy him, but it was worth a try.

Smirking like a little devil you are you took out your phone, posed and took a selfie.
Checking if it was seductive enough, you sent it to him waiting for his reaction.

A second later, his phone buzzed and you squealed quietly, waiting for his reaction. You’ve always wondered how boys react when you send them a pic.

He reached for his phone and sighing he unlocked it.

You could see yourself on his screen for a second, and then he put the phone down.

He didn’t even look at it more than a second! What the hell?

Determined to get his attention, you took a few more, all featuring the same pose, the same face expression, with a little change of hair or maybe lip biting.

He just ignored them all.

Time for a bolder move.
Taking your phone again you laid down on the couch, letting your hair scatter around your head and your cleavage expose a bit, you took a pic featuring only your lips and tongue licking the top lip seductively with a bit of cleavage.

You hit send.

The phone buzzed again, he sighed a bit more frustratingly and he unlocked the phone.

This time, he looked at the pic longer.
That meant you were slowly getting what you wanted.

You seem really stressed. I could help you out maybe?’

As soon as he saw the text he put his phone down again, shaking his head.

You noticed how he was tapping his foot even more now and you could even see his head slightly turning towards the phone as if he was checking for any new messages.

He was getting the point of the game.

You took a minute and didn’t send him anything for a while. And then when he least expected, his phone buzzed.

He was now staring at the screen, you laying on the couch, your lacy red bra exposed and tongue out again.
You were teasing and you were going slowly.

You heard him huff, he didn’t put his phone down this time at all.
Now he was openly waiting for more.

The next pic of you was without a bra, shirt up.
You threw the bra away, so it fell next to his feet and he noticed.

Looking down at it you could see him tensing up a bit, he let go of his pen and his hand slid down his pants.

You sent another bra-less pic but at a better angle. You were really enjoying this game.

You knew that the only thought in his mind now was ‘she is laying shirtless on the couch behind me’.

For one final strike, you slid your pants and panties down just a bit and you pit your hand in, as if you were rubbing yourself.

You took a pic showing your whole body laying down and as soon as his phone buzzed meaning that he got the text, you moaned.

And you knew he could hear it because you saw him turning off the music seconds ago.

After staring for quite a bit, you noticed his hand moving up and down in his pants, so you sent this.

Daddy, I want to help you, please let me.’

You felt excitement, you’ve never done something like this before. You were literally a few feet away from him, almost naked, taking pics, teasing him.

His phone buzzed, he got the text. And as soon as he read it he pulled his hand out of his pants, pulled his headphones down and turned around in his chair facing you finally.

You were laying there on the couch half naked, looking him right in the eyes as he was taking in the sight in front of him.

You pulled your hand out of your pants and you grabbed your breast teasing him further.

“Take everything off.“he suddenly demanded, his voice an octave deeper than usual.

You almost squealed from excitement as you started taking your clothes off quickly.

“No. Do it slow.“he said lowly, biting his lip.

You obeyed, looking him in the eye, as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free.

“Daddy…"you moaned, wanting to help him out.

He then instructed, "Touch yourself. But slow.”

You did as you were told, all the time, looking at him.
You could tell already that wasn’t going to let you cum. He does that when he is mad at you.

His eyes were a darker shade, he was biting his lips, letting out low grunts.
The sight was making you wanna go faster with your hands but you had to obey him.

You let out a small, shaky moan, earning one from him. You closed your eyes, immersed in your own pleasure.
And it would’ve been boring if it weren’t for the sounds of slapping skin and the low grunts he was letting out.
Because you were already used to touching yourself when he wasn’t around. You knew that he knew that and he was now torturing you.

“Namjoon…"you moaned his name as you slowly built up to your high.

"Are you close baby?"he asked.

"Y-Yes…”

“Stop."he said suddenly. You knew this was going to happen. "Stop touching yourself.”

You did as you were told, feeling a bit annoyed, but you knew with him, it had to be like this so you didn’t complain.

He got up from his chair and stood there looking over your whole body licking his lips at the sight.
“Come here. You know what to do baby.”

Practically hopping up from the couch, you crawled over to him and kneeled down.

You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.

“Wrap those lips around me now."he ordered and you did.

First licking up and down his shaft, and then kissing the tip, tasting the precum you slowly took his massive length in your mouth completely. You felt like gagging but you didn’t, you went even further, your lips touching his lower stomach.

He groaned. "That’s it baby, hollow your cheeks.”

You moaned on his length, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“That’s it. Do that again."he kept saying through moans.

The sounds he was making were making you more horny than before and you could help but let your hand wander down between your legs.

It didn’t take him long to notice that.
Smirking deviously he stopped you.

"Ah, no baby. Did I let you to do that? Hand on my thighs, now.” he ordered, growling lowly.

As you put your hands on his thighs, he pulled himself out of your mouth, finally letting you breathe.
He grabbed on your hair, smirking again.

“Open wide and stand still baby.”

Gulping you looked up at him, knowing what was going to happen next.

“C'mon, open that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said, still smirking down at you.

As soon as you did, he pushed himself in forcefully making you gag.

“That’s it.” he grunted, gripping on you hair tightly. “You wanted to be a dirty whore. So now you are.”

He started pounding into your mouth, not letting you breathe.
You were gagging, and he was loving it.

He kept pounding, groaning loudly until he saw tears pooling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.

But he knew you were enjoying this nonetheless.

Stopping what he was doing, letting you catch some air he ordered you what to do next.

“Take it in your hand baby. I want to cum all over your face.”

You got excited again, feeling a stinging feeling in your lower stomach, you needed him inside you.

You started to jerk him off, and in just a few moments you felt him twitch in your hand.

“Faster baby. I’m really close."he moaned loudly, biting his lip.

And just a moment later he shot his load all over your face letting out a groan of relief.

"Ahhh, baby you did good.”

You smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

He started to put his pants back on.
You were confused.

“What about me daddy?"you asked, biting your lip and then licking the cum off your fingers.

His face got serious all over again.
"Put your clothes on and go home. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get home. Or your punishment will be even worse.”

You got up on your feel, kind of defeated, you wanted him to pleasure you as well.

“Hey.” he said suddenly.

You looked up and he pulled your naked body to him kissing you hard.
He groped on your naked ass, pressing himself into you.

But before your hands could even find their way into his hair he pulled away.

“Go.” he growled, licking his lips. “I wont be long I promise.”

And you smiled. You were getting old Namjoon back.


A/N : hey i know you didn’t ask for the daddy kink and all, just wanted to spice it up a little bit, hope you liked it ;)

Heartbreak

Bucky X Reader X Pietro

Summary: Bucky calls you after being gone for two weeks on a mission to break up with you. Devastated from the abrupt break up, you sit alone in the kitchen of the Avengers’ tower when an unexpected speedster comes to mend your broken heart.

A/N: I was thinking if I should make this into a mini-series? Should I? (your replies are more than appreciated. 

Words: 1,222

Warning: Fluff!! Heart break. Crying.

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You look at your phone to see nothing. No messages, no missed calls. Well what were you expecting? That he’ll call you after your break up? That was never going to happen. The next time you see him around the hall ways of avenger’s tower, you’d be back to how the two of you were at the very beginning. Strangers.  But now was very different. You’re strangers who shared memories of a past relationship.

The two of you were inseparable since the day he asked you to be his girl two years ago. The moment you met him you knew you’d fall for him badly. You just didn’t expect him to fall for you. But that was it. You just fell for each other and it stayed like that. Your relationship with him was very shallow to begin with. It was only until you noticed him acting different that you knew he had fallen out of love. You knew for the past five months and you just wished you had done the same. He finally had enough of trying to fall back in love with you. It was hopeless. He just didn’t feel the same way anymore.

You just sit in the kitchen looking at your phone, waiting for something. He was supposed to be back from his latest mission two weeks ago. You were worried sick until last night when he called you to end things. It wasn’t what you were expecting his call would be. You thought he’d just check in on you, tell you that he was fine and that he was on his way back, that the mission took longer than expected, but no. He called you tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way anymore. It was then you realized that you’re feelings for him was deeper than you thought.

You tried calling him back but he wasn’t answering any of your calls. You weren’t about to give up on him just yet, until you saw he changed his relationship status to “in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff”. You didn’t realize that they were happening under your nose this whole time. You knew that there was still tension between them from their past relationship but you didn’t expect them getting back together all of a sudden. It hurts. You didn’t really mind that he was dating Natasha. You just wanted a break up that wasn’t dumping you on the phone and finding out he’s back with his ex on social media. You knew everything anyway, you just wanted him to tell you. But you knew that he was never the type to explain himself. Sergeant Barnes would have given an explanation, but that Bucky was long gone. Your Bucky, was the Winter Soldier Bucky and you loved him nevertheless. But now it’s over.

You hear footsteps coming from behind you and you instantly turn your head to see if it was him. It wasn’t, obviously. He wasn’t coming back, well not in your arms that is. You hurriedly wiped the tears from your eyes and weakly smiled at the silver haired speedster who just walked in.

“(Y/n)? It’s 2 in the morning, what are you doing up?” He asked as he wiped the sleep off of his eyes.

“I-I should be asking you the same thing?” you joked as he sat in front of you.        

“I was just going to get a snack. I usually wake up in the middle of the night to have snack. Fast metabolism means you’re hungry almost every time.” He said as he sped to get a bowl of cereal. “How about you, printessa?”

“I was just… I couldn’t sleep. It’s just that… nevermind.” You say as you look at your phone again. There was a moment of silence between you and the speedster. You look up at him to see him with his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re not trying to read my mind like Wanda are you?” you both laugh at you comment.

“There’s that smile I’ve been wanting to see.” He said as he sat down next to you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing. It’s just that you were not being yourself for the past few days. I have a feeling it’s Barnes, no?” He stated.

“Well you caught me?” You raised your hands up as a form of your surrender. Pietro laughs at your action and you bring your hands down to your waist. He stops for a moment and just looks at you.

“What?” you ask him and snaps out of his thoughts.

“Nothing.” He answers with a faint tint of red on his face

“No really, Piet, what is it?” You ask raising an eyebrow.

“I just thought he was stupid for leaving you, printessa. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve met.” He says and blushes a bit.

“Ha! I bet you say that to all the girls, Piet!” You laugh as you walk towards to living room.

“No, I mean it.” He speeds past you and pulls you to the couch. You land on his lap with his face a little too close to yours.

“So I’m guessing you don’t do this to all the other girls too, huh?” You say as you look into his eyes.

“Only when she’s you.” He tucks your hair behind your ear and lets his hand stay on your cheek. He looks from your eyes down to your lips. You do the same and all you could hear was your synchronized breathing. You inch your face closer to his and he closes the gap between your lips. You snake your arms around his neck as he pulls your waist to get you closer to him. As things were getting heated you hear someone purposely cough loudly. You pull away from the speedster and see Bucky standing by the elevator with his duffel bag in hand. His eyes look darker than usual.

“Nice to see you move on that quickly.” Bucky says sarcastically. You stand up as he walks towards you.

“Bucky, I…. It was…” You start to stutter. Your eyes start to water again

“I think she should ask you the same thing? “ Pietro says as he steps in between you and Bucky.

“Stay out of this Speedy. This is none of your business” He says as he shoves Pietro to the floor. He quickly gets back on his feet and lands a punch on Bucky’s face.

“She is my business you jerk!” Pietro says as he dodges a punch from Bucky’s metal arm. You just stand there watching them. You try to catch your breath as more tears fall from your eyes, blurring your vision.

“And what exactly makes you think that?” Bucky says as he throws punches at Pietro which he avoids easily.

“You breaking things off with her.” Pietro says and Bucky suddenly stops.

“I-it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to…” Bucky stutters.

“ Mistake? How was that a mistake when you’re back with Natasha?!” You say as you feel your heart shattering to a million pieces again. Pietro rushes to you and wraps his arms around you as you burry your face in his chest.

“(y/n), I’m sorry…” Bucky says as he tries to approach you.

“Pietro, let’s go.” And he speeds you into your room.

Rockabye (pt.6)

genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin 

word count: 3.3k 

You still couldn’t believe Jae-Eun called Jimin dad. That was his first word. Yeah, he’s mumbled words here and there but never once called you mom. He normally just screamed to get your attention and that seemed to work pretty well.  The fact that Jae-Eun called Jimin dad shocked you. It was so unexpected and crazy because the two haven’t even been together much and even when they were, it was for only a couple of minutes.

Jimin felt so bad, not because Jae-Eun called him dad but because he still hasn’t called you mom. You understood, though. He was only around 7 months old and you figured his brain hasn’t quite figured everything out yet. As much as it hurt your feelings, you knew Jae-Eun would never understand, let alone do anything on purpose considering his age.

Your phone buzzed you out of your thoughts and you looked down to smile at who it was that was texting you.

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Tempt

My first submission for Ash’s 2k Challenge :D for the threesome prompt. SO sorry it was late and I hope it was worth the wait!

Negan/Reader/Arat

Synopsis: Negan always had a talent for reading people. All it took was seeing you look at one of his strongest lieutenants to get the wheels turning in his head.

Contains: threesome smut, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, penetration,  language

All it took was a look. One simple look. You had allowed your eyes to linger on her pretty features and athletic curves a second too long. It was all he needed to see to get the wheels turning in his head.  You remember that day well. You remember the mischievous smile that curled his lips when he followed your gaze to Arat. You should have known right then and there, your dear husband was plotting something.  Negan always did have a remarkable talent for reading people. He could pick up on the most subtle of twitches in the features and be able to interpret their meaning. He could learn a person’s weaknesses, fears, aspirations and desires simply by speaking to them for a brief time. His keen hazel eyes flickering over their every move, analyzing their body language in order to serve his own needs. In your spare time, you’d often wonder what his occupation was before the world went under with the walking dead. 

 It wasn’t long after that, you noticed Negan had Arat coming by the wive’s quarters more and more for seemingly unimportant tasks. More often than not, the pair had simply shot the breeze in his study, sipping whiskey and engaging in some witty banter. They would usually ask you to join them, much to your delight and embarrassment. When it was just the three of you, you learned Arat was a significantly different woman. In front of the other Saviors, she was fierce, tough and formidable. Determined and hardworking. Around the other men, she remained serious and stone faced, never once even cracking a smile. But when there was no one around, Arat proved to be a rather charming woman with an enticingly smug air about her. Truly, she was everything you aspired to be. You both admired and envied her for that. And though she was not one of Negan’s wives, it was no surprise that the Savior leader had proposed to her before. Many times. But Arat seemed to enjoy serving Negan in other, more useful ways. Being one of his top lieutenants certainly had it’s fair share of perks after all. 

Before the dead started walking, there were times when you fantasized about being with another women. Several occasions where you touched yourself to the mere thought and there were more than a few that had caught your eye. Unfortunately, besides a couple of raunchy drunken make out sessions with other equally curious friends in club bathrooms, you never got the opportunity to fully explore. And it wasn’t as though you weren’t currently surrounded by the other beautiful wives, some who perhaps shared in your desires as well. But Arat was different. And maybe it was because she was different, that drew you to her.

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The First Time In Forever

A/N despite the title, this has NOTHING to do with Frozen. Lol.

Spencer x Reader

“I’m sorry, but you’ve never had an orgasm?”

Your best friend Spencer Reid was staring at you with an incredulous look on his face, turning away from the Game of Thrones episode you were watching.

One and half bottles of wine and a GoT-athon, and the conversation had turned… wrong. Just plain wrong.

You can’t even remember what exactly had happened on the screen to make you comment that you’d never had an orgasm, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

You were open with your best friend, but not that open. Although… rather than blushing like you’d have expected him to, he just seemed shocked and appalled.

“Nope,” you replied, seeing his eyes bug out.

“Are you sure? Y/N, you’re 27.”

“I’m well aware of how old I am, Spencer. And yes. I’m sure. At least… I think I am.”

He quickly topped his wine glass up, this revelation was obviously making him turn to drink. Well, more to the booze that he already had.

“You think? Explain…. Because you’ve come to into work before raving about guys you’ve banged.”

“So you DO listen to those conversations…” You were surprised, he normally just rolled his eyes and buried his head in a file.

“I listen because you and Penelope talk very loudly, although sometimes it’s at a pitch that I’m sure only dogs can hear…. Ouch! Don’t hit me! Anyway… Stop going off track.” He rubbed his arm where you’d hit it.

“Why are you obsessed with this bit on information anyway? Does it matter that I’ve never had an earth shattering moment. I still enjoy fucking.”

“But what’s the point if there’s no orgasms? And what do you do when you can’t sleep at night?”

“Spencer Reid!! Well, next time your eyes are darker than normal, I’ll know what you’ve been doing all night. And there’s plenty of point.. Sex is fun. And it still feels good. Its just….I dunno. No man has ever managed to make me tremble. At least, that’s what I’m led to believe happens.”

“And… Erm.. You’ve never managed to make it happen either yourself?” The tiniest amount of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“I’m getting you drunk more often, Spence. The team would never EVER imagine you having this conversation. And no. I’ve tried.”

“You must be doing it wrong. I’ll send you some links later on how to masturbate properly.”

You shifted on the couch, your jaw dropping. “You will not! And anyway…. You don’t even have a vagina. What makes you so sure that I’m doing it wrong?”

“Because if you were doing it right, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“And you think you know how to do it right?” You knocked back the last of your drink.

“Yep… Never had any complaints when I’ve been getting a girl off. And I used to talk Austin through doing it all the time when we couldn’t see each other.”

You spluttered your drink out, wiping your mouth with your hand.

“Austin… That bartender you used to see? You’re saying you used to have phone sex with her?”

“Yes.”

“I am learning so many new things here tonight Spencer.” You shook your head at your friend and colleague, feeling buzzed.

“If you let me send you the links, you’ll learn something else too.”

“Spencer!!”

“What.. Orgasms are one of the best things about life. Everyone deserves to have them, especially you. It’s a travesty that you’re not sure if you’ve had one or not. You’re missing out.”

You couldn’t not laugh at this conversation. You knew Spencer wasn’t as sweet and innocent as everyone made him out to be, he couldn’t be, he was a grown man. A very attractive grown man. But still….

“Spencer, this sounds like the plot of a really really bad porno. Any second now and you’ll be offering to give me one,” you sniggered.

“I will if you want. I could either talk you through getting yourself off, or just do it for you.”

“Reid, I was joking.”

“I’m not. Offer stands. Like I say, everyone deserves orgasms.”

You became very quiet all of a sudden and you realised you were actually considering his offer. You did sometimes feel like you missing out, and maybe you were doing something wrong… You still enjoyed sex and stuff but it would be nice if you got to finish too. You’d just never had that knee trembling, deity worshiping moment.

You completely blamed the wine for this.

..

Half an hour later, after the rest of the wine, much deliberation on your part, and much assurance on Spencer’s part that no this didn’t mean anything, no this wasn’t his way of trying to get you into bed although it would be easier to do this in the bed, and no he wouldn’t have to see anything, and you were lying in bed.

You were under the covers with your pants off but your underwear on and Spencer was lying on top of the covers, propped up in his side. The lights were out and the only light came from a thin sliver of moonlight where your drapes weren’t quite meeting.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t look at me whilst we do this,” you whispered.

“Fair enough.” Spencer rolled onto his back, looking up at ceiling.

“Sooo….”

“Alright so erm…. Try thinking about something that does turn you on. Maybe a sexy scene from a movie or something,” Spencer’s voice had dropped and had become a soft, low cadence that was soothing but instructive.

You closed your eyes and tried to picture your favourite sexy scene.

This just felt wrong.

“Start running your hands over your body first, slowly feeling your skin. Pay attention to your breasts, maybe pinch a nipple or something.”

You did as he asked, feeling extremely self conscious about what you were doing. You let your hands move up and down your body a few times, squeezing your breasts and teasing a nipple through your vest. You’d removed your bra when you’d got in but had refused to get naked. You so couldn’t do this….it felt.. Silly.

“Reid, I can’t do this.”

“You can if you want to,” he told you.

“It feels silly doing it to myself with you here. Like I’m listening to an instructional video or something.”

He rolled to his side again. “You could just let me do this for you this once. And then when you know what you’re missing out on, maybe you’ll feel more inclined to figure it out for yourself.”

“But…. It’s weird…”

“Only if we make it weird. It’s up to you Y/N.”

“Erm….Oh God. Okay… Do it,” you felt yourself blushing horrendously as Spencer pulled the covers back and slid under, lying closer to you and rolling onto his side so that he was facing you. He tugged the cover down slightly to your waist and then placed his hand on your tummy.

Lazily he began drawing patterns with his finger tips, them skimming over the fabric of your vest top.

“Relax, Y/N. Relax,” He said in that same low voice and you let out a breath, keeping your eyes closed.

Spencer’s hand stayed in the safety zone for a while, gently stroking your stomach, your arms, your shoulders. It was relaxing, and you felt yourself beginning to feel more at ease with this. It was just Reid. He wasn’t bothered by this, why should you be?

He let his hands move lower under the covers, tickling the tops of your thighs lightly, grazing over the soft material of your underwear as he moved his hand back up, sliding it over your stomach and onto your breast.

“Many men actually neglect the breasts, they assume that woman don’t actually find having their breasts fondled all that sexy. In actual fact, the majority of woman have said that they wish their partner would spend more time on them, some woman even claim to have climaxed solely from having their nipples stimulated.”

As he said that last part he spread his fingers and then closed them slowly, catching your nipple between them. Moving his hand gently back and forth, he rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your breathing hitched as he used his fingers to swipe over the now hardened nub, teasing it gently.

“Am I allowed to…..?” he moved his hand to the strap of your vest and you nodded, still keeping your eyes shut as he pulled down your top, exposing your breasts to him. You thought you detected a change in his own breathing but you couldn’t be sure. Feeling him moving on the bed, he heard his voice again.

“Can I….can I use my mouth?”

Oh fuck….

“Not down there you can’t!” you blurted out, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Okay. But I can use it here?” he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation causing you to bite your lip. You nodded.

Spencer lowered his mouth to the breast closest to him and moved his hand over to the other one. He began peppering light kisses over the swell of your chest as his fingers circled and teased the puckered flesh of your other breast. You weren’t going to lie, the sensation was wonderful and you started to forget the awkwardness of the situation and to actually enjoy it. His lips slipped over your nipple, pursing around it and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he pulled it’s twin at the same time. You moaned, not beings able to stop the sound.

You could feel his lips change shape, he was smiling at the sound. Carrying on he repeated his actions, grazing his teeth over the skin and sending jolts of pleasure down into your groin. Giving one long hard suck, he released it from his mouth and dragged his hand down your torso and over your panties.

“I need you to spread your legs slightly. You’re clenching them shut,” Spencer whispered and you realised you were. You moved them, allowing him access.

He placed his palm flat on your groin and began rubbing his hand back and forth, applying a small amount of pressure, but not particularly paying attention to any one area.

“Another mistake guys make is going straight for either the clitoris or the vagina, forgetting the whole area is sensitive, even more so once someone is aroused. The clitoris is the most sensitive part though, it has over eight thousand sensory nerve endings all in a tiny area. Some woman can come in a matter of seconds from having their clit stimulated, others take longer, even up to hour. So you have to be patient. But most people aren’t that patient, which is where you could be missing out.”

He ran his hand up and down your covered centre and you winced slightly, realising that your panties must be feeling damp.

“Can I take these off? We can leave them on if you’re uncomfortable…. ”

You raised your hips in response, helping him quickly pull them off and then settle his hand back between your thighs. He’d already seen your breasts, to hell with it.

“Are you sure I can’t use my mouth down there?” he asked again, his long fingers dragging up and down.

“I’m sure… Cos it’s not like I’ll be able to do that to myself right?”

“True…..”

You allowed your legs to move slightly further apart as his hand explored.

“So if you’re doing this yourself, you need to remember to that keeping lubricated is important. Chaffing can be a problem, for guys and girls. Don’t start stimulating your clit when it’s dry, in my experience, the sensation is better when it’s wet. You can use lube, or you can lick your fingers first. Or you can use your own arousal, like this.”

To demonstrate, he pushed the tips of two of his fingers into your opening and you gasped. Retracting them he slid them forward, using the slick from his fingers as lube.

“You’re so wet, Y/N.”

“Spencer! Don’t say shit like that to me….. ”

But oh god, how delicious it had sounded coming from his mouth.

“Why… It’s the truth. It’s good, it means what we’re doing is working.”

“What you’re doing you…..oh…. Ah…”

Your words trailed off as he pressed his fingers to your clit and began massaging it, moving his fingers in a circular motion at first, he’d then switched to a more pressured side to side movement, changing between the two.

“There’s so many nerves ending here, Y/N. You can’t really go wrong with how you stimulate them. Some people use their whole hand to massage it like I’m doing now. Others just use one or two fingers like this.”

He changed his positioning, applying just two fingers directly to your clit and rubbing faster. The pressure was more localised than with his whole hand and felt more intense. He carried on for a few minutes, heavy breaths exhaling from your body. You bent one of your legs at the knee and placed your foot flat to the bed, your legs suddenly feeling restless.

“Other woman like having their clit tapped or smacked.” He demonstrated again, making a tapping motion on you. It felt okay, but not fantastic and you shook your head.

“Not a fan? Some girls aren’t. Okay and then we have that magic elusive spot that some people can never seem to find. The g spot.”

He slid his fingers through your folds, your lips separating as he slid two fingers inside you, your hips bucking off the bed as he did.

“Most women need clitoral stimulation to come, which is why most don’t orgasm during penetration itself unless they or their partner is playing with the clit too. That’s a mistake that men make, not working the clit as well or even being offended when the woman starts to touch it herself. They’re missing out though. There’s nothing better than being inside a woman whilst she orgasms, trust me.”

He started moving his fingers slowly inside, curling them.

“The most sensitive part of your vagina is the first two thirds, or there is a spot right at the top called the A spot, but that’d hard to reach by yourself. Your g spot is located about two to three centimetres along the front wall and feels pebbly and rough. You can’t feel it unless you’re aroused. So you should be able to feel this… ”

Spencer pressed his fingers to it and you felt the familiar sensation that you felt during sex. Rather than thrusting his hand in and out, he simply manoeuvred his fingers against it making you start to pant.

“Y/N, use your hand on yourself.”

You followed his instructions and slid your hand between your legs, using two fingers rather than the whole hand. You tried to mirror his actions from before, feeling light headed as he worked his fingers inside you.

“You can use your other hand to pull back the clitoral hood if you like, but some woman find it too sensitive.”

“This… This is fine… Ugh… Oh.”

This WAS fine… More than fine in fact. It was….Oh god there were no words to describe it.

“Apply a bit more pressure, Y/N. ”

“Help me…” you gasped out as he slid his hands from inside you and placed his fingers over yours.

Interlocking his hand with yours he pressed down, guiding you in your movements.

“Your skin is flushed and I can hear your heart racing.” He lowered his head back to your chest and sucked your nipple back into his mouth as your hands moved together between your legs.

Your leg started to twitch and you tried to slow your movements, feeling slightly funny.

“Nope… Carry on. Let go, Y/N. You’re nearly there. ”

Spencer continued working his fingers against yours, his lips sucking against your chest.

Your gasps grew louder and your legs trembled, your hips involuntarily bucking from the mattress. You could feel a pounding in your head, hear the blood rushing through your veins. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to be on fire and you felt like you’d never felt before.

“Oh god…. Oh fuck… Oh fuck, Spencer.” Was this coming? Oh jeez, it had to be….. You could feel yourself contracting inside, your whole body quivering. You were dizzy but in the best possible way, and you continued to expel expletives from your mouth as the feeling racked through you, subsiding after around twenty seconds or so, although it felt like longer.

Spencer removed his mouth from your chest and his hand from yours, and you felt him wipe it on the sheets. You did the same with yours, and then slowly opened your eyes to see Spencer looking very pleased with himself.

You couldn’t speak, not yet. You just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing for a few minutes. When you finally could think straight, you realised your boobs were still on display and you hurriedly pulled your top back up.

“Shame…. I was enjoying looking at those,“ came the comment from your companion.

You glanced over at him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“I both love you and hate you for that.”

“Why both?”

“Because you were right. That was the best feeling ever. And I definitely hadn’t had one. But if I can’t replicate that myself when I’m alone…..”

“You will. Now you know what you’re doing.” he told you.

“But if I can’t?” You felt shy again.

“Then…..I can always help you. Or do it for you. I don’t mind. And it’s not like I’m not getting anything out of it. Giving an attractive girl orgasms makes me feel good too.”

“You think I’m attractive?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I’m not blind.”

Oh.

Hmmm.

“What about….what about actually making you feel good. Like… Well. Finishing you off too.”

“Well,I’m not gonna lie, that was extremely frustrating for me. But I enjoyed it. And I’ll just cold shower when I get home or something.”

Or something. You giggled, knowing what the ‘or something’ might be.

You shifted your position on the bed, moving closer to him and placing your hand on his groin, seeing the surprised look on his face.

“Hey, no. I didn’t do this to get something in return.”

“I know you didn’t. But I want to. I may not have been able to get myself off, but experience tells me that I’m quite good at getting other people off. And we’ve already crossed the friendship line of no return. Why not cross it even further. If you want to….”

Feeling a twitch underneath your hand, you waited until he nodded and moved to the buttons of his jeans.

“Spence… ” you stopped. “Thanks, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

Grinning, you started unbuttoning his jeans, feeling happier now you knew you could pay him back.

All Is Fair in Love and War

                                     *pictures and gifs are not mine*

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean

Author: @oppsiwrotemorefanfic

Summary/Request: @geek-girl-67 Oh could you do one where sam dean and the reader are in the middle of a prank war, and dean knows sam and the reader like each other, so while the reader is trying to pull a prank on sam in his room or something, dean handcuffs the reader to bed frame runs out the room urgently calls sam then shoves him in locks the door and obnoxiously yells out that they aren’t getting out until they confess their love or whatever and it all builds up to them having sex and Dom!sam coming out to play. 

Word Count: 2227

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Dom!Sam, a little fluff

*I’ve never written smut before so this was an interesting challenge. Sorry it got so long, I just got really into the story. Feedback is welcome!*

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i will NEVER get over this beauty of an episode.

max’s desperate plea to make ethan come to the hospital killed me

dylan trying his fuckin hardest to save cal’s life but failing killed me

elle stroking cal’s hair killed me

the sadness on everyones face killed me

everyone crowded near resus looking at ethan killed me

ethan ignoring everyone killed me

connie telling charlie to ‘go with him’ because she knew he needed someone and that someone was charlie killed me

ethan saying cals name desperately as if he expects hes still alive and its just a joke killed me

ethans face crumpling when cal doesnt reply killed me

ethan crying over cals body whilst saying ‘no’ over and over again killed me

the tears in charlies eyes killed me

everything in that episode killed me