i put him in a boot

I love that Cain just put him in the boot and then they all just stood there…well they got ready and everything but…

I just imagined him putting him in the boot somewhere else and bringing him there but this was kind of even better. Haha

Also loved Robert referencing their history with being shoved into the boot of a car

All so good

like honestly Atem is the guy who’s 100% fine to wear fake gold/gemstones and knockoff brands all over with 0 shame because “it’s about how you work it, not where you bought it”, but the trade off of that “I don’t care so long as it looks good” mentality is that if that pair of killer boots in the display window is the very last in his size and he has the money then he’s going in and spending $120 on boots like “okay but I needed these”

see also: “okay but these designer jeans looked really nice” and “Yugi I don’t think you understand… the cashmere scarves were on sale. CASHMERE!”

so honestly, could he be perfectly happy on a normal salary? absolutely. but it’s just really fate doing him a solid that Kaiba’s got the kind of resources necessary for those times when Atem gasps loudly at his phone like “RIHANNA PUT OUT WHAT?” and needs to go to the mall urgently

LEAKED Suicide Squad Script

Hi my name is Lime Green Jared Leto Joker Banksy and I have short green hair (that’s how I got my name) and icy blue eyes that are like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like marilyn manson (AN: if you don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I have pale white skin. I’m also a criminal and go to an asylum called Arkum in GOTHam. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I love hot topic and buy all my clothes from there. Today I was wearing a purple leather jacket and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, and black eyeliner. I even hav black teeth. I have lots of goffick tattoos with skullz and other goffick symbols.I was walking outside arkum. It was snowing and raining, so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Batman stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

hi my name is edward elric the fullmetal alchemist and i have two automail limbs (that’s how i got my name). i love making transmutations (AN: if you don’t like alchemy then get da hell out of here!). I also work for the military where I’m in the third year (I’m fifteen). I’m a state alchemist (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black jacket, black leather pants and black combat boots and a red coat. i was walking outside central command. it was raining so there was no sun, which made my automail hurt. colonel mustang stared at me. i put up my middle finger at him.

Fucked A New Hotwife! pt.1

Ok so this is my first post here.

Last night I met a new Hotwife/Cuck couple for the first time. He is very submissive to her, and she was craving someone very dominant that she could let go with. We had chatted by text for a couple of days and I figured we would meet in a few days have coffee and maybe meet and play in a couple weeks.

With all of the talk her cuck was super excited and was begging her to meet and play as soon as possible. I agreed we could play if we clicked and we made some plans to meet for drinks. She made a plan to put her cuck in a hotel room while we met and had a drink, she locked him in a chastity cage and made him sit in the hotel room wearing a pair of panties and his cage.

We had swapped pictures prior to meeting, but Jesus Christ was she good looking. She was wearing a tight black body dress and black high heeled boots. Great body, gorgeous face, perfect ass and tits. What she didn’t know was that earlier in the day I had stopped by the adult store and bought one of those remote control vibrating eggs, and I had some evil plans for it.

We ordered a drink and had a very nice conversation about what she wanted out of this and what her cuck was hoping to get out of this, all very helpful to me to make the experience perfect. After about 20 minutes I had her scoot around the table and gave her a deep kiss, I could almost feel her body melt as we kissed. I had her reach into the pocket of my coat where I had put the egg. She asked me what I wanted he to do with that. I told her to go to the restroom, take off her panties put the egg in her pussy then come back to the table and put her panties in the pocket she found the egg in. She said yes sir, and headed to the bathroom.She came back after a few minutes, and put her panties in my pocket.

I waited about 10 minutes before I first turned it on and when I did the look on her face was priceless. I only let it run for a few seconds because I just wanted her to feel it first, not to cum that quickly. We kissed for a little bit with me rubbing my hands over her back an occasionally feeling up her thighs, lightly brushing what I found to be a very wet smooth pussy. She shuddered a little every time I touched her pussy. I kept on turning the vibrator on for a minute or two, then off for a minute and she got wetter and wetter. Finally I turned it on and whispered in her ear that she could cum, if she could do it quietly sitting right next to me in this crowded restaurant. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head, and I could feel her body tense as the first orgasm of the night rocked through her little body.

At this point I was pretty turned on and she had been rubbing my cock through my pants for the last half hour or so. I needed to take her somewhere quick because I wanted my cock in that pussy before we went and felt with her cuck. I knew there was a place upstairs that wasn’t used very much, it was dark and had little chance of anyone just happening by to interrupt us. I took her upstairs and found a nice dark corner where there were a few hightop tables, and put her purse on a chair. We kissed deeply, and she was a fantastic kisser, as we kissed I reached down and started to finger her clit and rub that soaking wet pussy, I asked her if she wanted to cum again and she breathlessly said yes. I reached into my pocket and turned on the vibrator and stroked her clit with my other hand. It didn’t take very long and she came hard on my fingers. I put my fingers in her mouth and told her to clean her cum off of them, she sucked then greedily and cleaned them well.

I had her unzip my pants and take out my cock, I’m not huge, about 8 inches and I’d say average thickness. She got my cock out as we kissed and was slowly stroking the length of it. I looked her in the eyes and told her to get on her knees and suck my cock, she dropped like a rock and didn’t hesitate gulping my cock down like a hungry little slut. She was fantastic at this, her tongue swirling around the shaft of my cock as her hand slid up and down the shaft coated with her spit. I wanted to just let her keep going and shoot the first load of cum straight down her throat, but I had promised her a cream pie for her cuck to lick out so I held back. I had her stop and reached down to pick her up, I put her on one of the chairs next to us which was the perfect height for fucking. 

She knew what was coming and looked at me and said “the vibrator”, I reached between her legs and grasped the little string that was hanging out of her pussy and slowly pulled the little egg out. I didn’t let her wait long and slid my hard cock into her dripping little pussy, she let out a loud moan as the full length slid into her. Kissing me desperately she pulled my hips hard to get every inch of cock inside her. This didn’t last too long as I could feel her pussy tightening up as she prepared to have an orgasm, I could feel my own starting to build deep in my balls. Her pussy felt great and continued to squeeze my cock like a wonderfully hot wet glove, she wasn’t far from cumming, and I wasn’t going to hold back my own any longer. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear “I’m going to cum inside you, when you feel it you can cum too, but you can’t cum until I do” she nodded quickly and I could feel it wouldn’t be long now. As best I could I slid my cock in her tight pussy doing my best to hit the back of it, and that feeling started deep in my balls and I felt like I shot a gallon of cum inside of her. With the first shot of cum her pussy spasmed around my cock and she had the third orgasm of the night, cumming hard on my cock as I spewed inside her. It felt so good that I just kept fucking her for a couple of minutes, her breathing slowly returning to normal. I stopped fucking her and just let my cock sit there stuffed in her cum filled pussy, still hard I told her that she needed to clean off my cock before we left, she nodded yes and I slowly let my cock slip out of her pussy. She sank to her knees and gobbled up my cock licking the mixture of both of our orgasms off of my cock, my cum dripping out of her pussy onto the floor as she squatted in front of me. I stood her up after she had cleaned me off and tucked my cock back into my pants. I looked her in the eyes and said “Now lets go to the hotel and take care of your sissy cuckold”

Feel free to reblog this if you’d like and I’ll start working on part 2.

Jack hides Bitty’s clothes around the house to try and stop him going back to Samwell after he visits…

“Jack, have you seen my sweater?”

“No, sorry.” Jack put it underneath his bed this morning.

“What about my black jeans. I can’t find them anywhere.”

“I haven’t seen them either.” Jack put them and two other pairs up high in his pantry this morning.

Bitty comes out of the bedroom and walks over to Jack on the couch.

“I’m also missing my Falconers hat, a pair of lace up boots, two singlets, and my red shorts. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, sweetheart?”

Jack shakes his head at Bitty and tries his best to look innocent.

Bitty sighs and sits down, straddling Jack’s lap. Jack’s hands come up automatically to his hips.

“So if I was to look, say, in the pantry, or under your bed, or in the trunk of your car, or in your washing machine… I wouldn’t find any of my misplaced articles of clothing.”

Jack doesn’t know how to answer that, so it comes out as a question. “No?”

Bitty laughs and kisses his forehead. “Jack.”

“I just don’t want you to go,” he admits.

“I know.”

“Good.” Jack tilts his head up and Bitty obliges by leaning down to kiss him. He gets as caught in it as he always does.

Eventually Bitty pulls back, and Jack moves his hands out from where they’d wormed their way under Bitty’s shirt.

“Can we go gather my clothes now?”

The clock next to Dex’s dorm bed reads some obscene kind of number as his eyes are forcibly opened by the man he somehow let into his bed earlier on this night. In between shaking Dex’s shoulder and furiously whispering at him to “Get up,”, Nursey is pulling on a sweater, then a jacket, over his regular sleeping clothes, which is nothing but pajama pants. Through his stubborn, relentless prodding, he gets Dex into a jacket as well, and then they both put on their boots, Dex still hopelessly confused.

Nursey grabs Dex’s wrist, squeezing it with pent up excitement, and pulls him out the door, through the hallways, out into the freezing cold air. Dex frowns, deeply, almost a scowl, bundling up further. He can only disappear so far into his jacket. Nursey lets go and runs out onto the grass outside of their building. Then he stops, face turned upwards, and Dex finally gets why they’re out here.

It’s snowing. It’s midnight and the only lights around are the lamp posts lining the pathways, and it’s snowing. It’s not a particularly hard snow, but the constant flurrying of a snow that’s going to stick. Already there’s about four inches on the ground, bordering on something that may cancel practice if it continues long enough.

Nursey starts running around in it, kicking it to watch it fly and feel it come apart. Every once in a while he stops, just looks up and holds his arms out, letting the snow cover him in a blanket of biting cold and comfort. He’s like a child, finding glee and pure joy in the phenomenon that is snow. Like it isn’t just semi-frozen water. Like it doesn’t happen all the time. Nursey is acting like this is something amazing, awe-inspiring, and Dex starts to feel that way too.

I love him, Dex thinks suddenly, fiercely, unexpectedly. They’ve been dating for a month now, hardly anything, though it had been a long time coming. It’s only been a month, but Dex knows, now, that he is in love with Nursey. For all Nursey’s midnight romps out into the snow, Dex knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dex walks towards him, snow starting to fall on him, now, too, as he isn’t protected by the building anymore. Nursey turns, hearing him coming, and grins so wide that Dex wonders at how the happiness inside of Nursey right now doesn’t just explode out. He puts his hands on Nursey’s face, cold and gloveless from the quick dressing, and pulls Nursey’s face to his.

I love you, he thinks, and kisses Nursey’s smile.

“Hunk put Keith down he’s going to combust!” Based on the Actor AU by @ackerchou and the fic by @lordofthebigtimesupernatural where actor Keith gets hurt while filming. They decided to decorate his cast like the armor boot!

Second Edit: Heres the actual link to the fic! Thank you to the anon who pointed out the link took you to a history article (sorry!)

Imagine Draco walking in on you getting dressed

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“Y/L/N, are you coming or what?” Draco barged on your door. “You wouldn’t want to miss this game, I reckon!”

“Just give me a minute!” you replied, shouting at him through the door.

You were standing in front of your dresser, trying to decide what level of warmth you would need from a sweater if you were going to be out for the game. It was the only thing missing from your attire; you’d already put on you jeans and boots, and you’d put on light make-up. 

“What’s even taking you so long?” he shouted from the corridor, impatient.

You and Draco were great friends, and he liked having you around before his quidditch matches, so you understood why he was being so pressing.

“I’m coming!” you shouted back, finally grabbing a sweater, but just as you did so he opened the door, barging into the room as he proclaimed “That’s it, I’m coming in!”

He froze as soon as he saw you, his eyes growing wide as he took in the sight of you in only your jeans and bra. The garment was pretty tame, being plain white, but it was still a shock to both of you. 

“Draco!” you shrieked, bringing the sweater to your chest in an attempt to cover it and blushing furiously.

“Right, I’ll see you after the game,” he gulped, not meeting your eyes, before running back out of your room. 

Later on, during the game, he missed an opportunity to catch the snitch because his eyes had caught sight of you in the bleachers. As soon as he saw you, the image of the swell of your breasts and your hair falling around them came back into his mind with the force of a buldger, and he turned crimson as the disappointed shouts brought him back to the game. Thankfully, no one was close enough to see how red he got, but he just knew it would take a lot before he could shake off the image.


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263 AC  ♛  “My father insists on attending.  Insists!” Taking the chair beside the king, Tywin leaned back with his boots stretched out in front of him and signaled for wine. 

“I would not have thought him capable,” Aerys confessed, adjusting his crown as it threatened to topple.  Though he had worn it for nearly a year, the heavy circlet of red gold still did not rest easily upon his brow.  

“Making a mockery of me and mine is my father’s sole talent. He would not miss my wedding for the world, or so he claims.” 

Aerys voiced his sympathy.  “Does she know?” 

“Not yet.” Tywin studied the women shaded by a silken canopy as they took their midday meal. One of them, at least. “My betrothed is already marshaling an army of porters, seamstresses, and confectioners. Had we had such numbers on the Stepstones, Maelys would have been defeated within a month. She will be crestfallen when she learns Tytos the Tame shall play the host.  At least he has finally tired of his milk cow. I suppose I should kneel and thank the gods we shall be spared her presence.” Tywin swirled his wine and took a deep draft.

“I could preside over the feast,” Aerys said quietly, not looking at his Hand.  “Tytos would give way before his king.”

Tywin’s surprise quickly turned to pleasure.  “Thank you, my friend.”  He returned his gaze to the queen’s companions.  “Joanna will not be disappointed.”

Gabriella Wilde as Joanna Lannister  ♥  Toby Regbo as Tywin Lannister  ♛  Christian Lees as Aerys Targaryen  ♥  Tamzin Merchant as Rhaella Targaryen


Idiot..you could have died…

Sorry, I’m not good at comics- @yazzdonut‘s highschool au is now a fav mostly cause highschool aus are always nice. anyway take this sad idea, Jamies parents put him in boot camp and accidentally sets off one of his handmade bombs-losing his leg and putting him in the hospital. Jamie doesnt seem to mind the missing limb but Mako is always worried he’ll die,but hey Jamie gets to stay at home with Mako now!

i can’t stop laughing bc this poster

is the one yuuri keeps the closest to his bed and i just keeping thinking of him when he first got it and wondering where the fuck he was going to put it and then he sees the space near his bed and his immediate thought is ‘it’s going here fucking stop me viktor nikiforov’ and that night, before he goes to sleep, he grins like a loser and pictures himself as the one on the floor, kneeling before this victorious prince, kissing his boot. 

best purchase of the year. yuuri’s been blessed

What an absolutely intoxicating performance by Mitch Grassi. I had never heard of him or Pentatonix before the Grammy’s last night, but God damn! That man has a serious set of pipes on him.

Well, I will tell you one thing, he put the queen Bey in a fucking body bag, when it came to performing last night. He put her on notice that there can only be one queen and you better believe her name ain’t Beyoncé, it’s Mitch, bitch.

The whole bands got great voices, but when Mitch busted out the gorgeously high pitched “bah bah bah bahhhh” out of the gates, I knew we had a star on our hands. Everything about him screamed superstar. Starting with those absolute electric silver boots he was sporting, to his little bounce dance he had going, all the way down to his double finger point at himself at the end. It’s honestly a sin the camera even panned away from him. Every second he wasnt on screen was a crime. It’s a fireable offense on the camera mans part. It was a one minute performance, but it was the best one all night. I don’t want to hear Beyoncé whispering to us for 10 minutes, when we could have the real queen serenading us.


A Man Named Mitch Grassi Stole The Grammys Last Night.

By Thegurubenchwarmer


The angel was staring intensely down at his phone screen, but as far as Dean could tell he wasn’t reading anything, and he wasn’t typing.

Dean whistled to get his attention. “Hey. Anybody in there? Cas?”

The angel finally looked up, a little surprised to find Dean standing there. “Oh. Hello, Dean.”

Dean raised an eyebrow at him. “Everything okay… Are you having a staring contest with that phone?”

Cas’ cheeks colored a little. “Umm. No.”

“Looked like it,” Dean said, sitting down in a chair across from him, and putting his boots up on the table unconcernedly.

“No… I–nevermind…”

“Ahh, come on. That’s not fair! You can’t start to tell me and then stop. What is it?” Dean leaned forward eagerly.

“Umm… I’m just–trying to decide what to respond with to Y/N’s text message…”

Dean’s eyebrows lifted and he smiled at Cas. “Really?” His smirk grew wider as Cas looked nervous and his cheeks colored a little. “What did Y/N say?”

Cas put his phone down on the table so Dean could read the screen.

“’Hey Cas,’” Dean read allowed. “Wow… Yeah, that’s a tough one,” he teased, his grin widening still. 

Cas cleared his throat and grabbed his phone off the table. “Fine. Never mind…”

“Cas! Cas, come on! I’m joking! Let me help! Okay… Okay,” Dean said. “How about–and I’m just spitballing here–’Hello, Y/N. How are you?’”

Cas stared at him anxiously. “You think that’s all I need to say?”

Dean laughed and nodded. “To start? Yeah.”

Love Sick, Lafayette x Reader

Prompt: 15. “Can I kiss you?” + Lafayette Drabble

Words: 304

Author’s Note: Lafayette always needs to be characterized as a bumbling dummy. Too cute.

Warnings: Badly translated French. Very short.

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“You sure you’re feeling alright, Laf?” You questioned your friend, who had yet to touch his beer or speak more than a simple greeting. Meanwhile, his friends were well into their third round and were already starting to bother the table next to you.

“I’m fine, might be getting sick.” He murmured unconvincingly.

“Oh yeah,” Laurens drawled, “You’re sick alright. Love sick.” A swift kick from Lafayette’s leather boot quickly shut him up, but certainly didn’t put a damper on his mood. Laurens immediately began animatedly chattering with Alexander, something about ‘lovebirds’ and ‘weren’t the French supposed to be smooth?’.

“Can I speak to you outside?” He asked you, gesturing to the door of the bar. You shrugged, allowing him to escort you into the dimly lit street. Once settled beneath a streetlamp, he practically burst at the seams with, “Je sais que je n'ai pas beaucoup d'argent, ou un nom de premier plan, mais vous me rendre plus heureux que je ne pensais que quelqu'un pourrait, et je crois que si vous me donniez une chance que je pourrais vous rendre aussi heureux que vous me faites.” He watched you expectantly, nervous. His hands fidgeted, he avoided direct eye contact.

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to translate, Laf. I only caught about half of that.” You reached for his hands, steadying them. He considered his next move carefully.

“Can I kiss you?” He finally whispered. He was met with silence and he knew he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Now, Lafayette, I’m not a fluent French speaker, but I know for a fact all of that doesn’t translate into ‘Can I kiss you?’.” You teased, eliminating the distance between you. He towered over you, and you never felt so safe. “You’d be stupid if you didn’t kiss me right now.”

Translation (At least, as reliable a translation as Google can provide) : I know I don’t have much money, or a prominent name, but you make me happier than I ever thought someone could, and I believe that if you gave me a chance I could make you as happy as you make me.

Ficlet: Rumor

“You’re busted.”

Leia looked up from her datapad. Her eyes were a bit sluggish; she’d been reading this expenditure report for the better part of two hours. But even though he was blurry, she could still make out the larger-than-life form of her husband, standing near the front door. His hands were on his hips and he looked annoyed.

“How so?” she asked.

Han walked further into the room, sidestepping both her shoes and the stuffed nerf Anakin had left on the floor before Luke had taken him and the twins to a surprise lunch. “Holonews says you’re leaving me for the prince.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Which prince?”

“You got more than one?” He dropped to the conform couch and put his boots up on the table in front of them.

Leia turned to him, tucked a leg underneath her and set the datapad in her lap. “Han, I think we need to talk,” she said.

“Great. Here we go,” he said. She was amused that his face didn’t crack at all. If she didn’t know him better, if they didn’t know this routine by heart, she might have been worried. “You want me out of here by seventeen hundred tonight?”

“That’s right. The princes are coming over at six.”

His lips flattened into a straight line and he nodded. Leia almost laughed. “Been a good run, Princess,” he said, slapping his knees and standing up. “Let me know when I can see the kids.”

“Of course,” she said. Then she tossed the datapad in her lap onto the floor near Anakin’s toy. “They’ll be back in an hour. I don’t suppose you’d mind a proper farewell to our marriage?”

The only real break in his face was a quick lopsided smile before he covered it up with a reluctant nod. “Sure,” he said. “You’ll be a nice warm-up for the girl I’m apparently sleeping with.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, reaching for his hand. “Sounds good.”

Leia pulled and Han fell and she was grateful, as always, that they shared a sense of humor about the rumor mill. 

Sweet Revenge

Anonymous said: “Can you please write an jackson wang imagine when I pull the I’m leaving you prank on him because he keeps pranking me Thank you”

I hope this was what you wanted! Thank you for the request <3 <3 </p>

Enough was enough. There was only so much you could take, and you had reached your limit. 

It was time for some sweet revenge. 

It had been funny when he rearranged everything in your kitchen cabinets so you couldn’t find anything, you had laughed when you had put your feet into your boots only to find them filled with water, you didn’t even get mad when you opened your bedroom door only to have a raw egg fall on your head. You weren’t phased when clingfilm was taped across the front door after a long day of work, and you forgave the time he replaced the hand soap with honey.

But as you pulled feathers from your hair, you knew this had to stop. By the time you realized that your favorite hat was full of them, it was too late. Feathers were everywhere, on the floor, in your hair, all over your clothes and some still floated around in the air.

You walked around your apartment, looking for ideas. You had never been one for pulling pranks, just watching them, and you didn’t know where to start. 

As you wandered into yours and Jackson’s shared bedroom, you noticed your suitcase sticking out slightly from the closet. Jackson must have bumped it that morning getting his clothes, and you made to put it away. That’s when the idea came to you, the ultimate prank that would put an end to this feathery, sticky, wasteful nonsense.

Now all you had to do was set it up and wait.

When Jackson walked through the front door several hours later, he wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on the couch waiting for him with a glare. He knew the moment he walked in that something was wrong. You didn’t great him with your usual kiss, didn’t ask how his day was, didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“Hey babe.” He said hesitantly. “Something wrong?” 

You looked up at him, and he noticed the glassy look in your eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

He felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him, in an instant he felt like everything he had worked so hard for was gone. “Wh… What?” Surely you were talking about something else. You had to be. Maybe you meant that the trip the two of you had planned for next month wouldn’t work with your schedule?

“Us.” You clarified. “I don’t think we’re going to work. Who were we kidding anyway? This has to stop.”

You watched as Jackson dropped his bag, looking like he didn’t quite believe you. “Did something happen?” He asked, and his voice cracked slightly. “Babe, if I did something wrong, please just tell me, we can talk about this…” He walked over to where you were seated, sinking down on his knees in front of you. You could see tears welling in his eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt.

“It’s not that you did anything, we just… Jackson, we could never really work. Haven’t we been lying to ourselves for long enough?”

“I… No, you love me. I know you do.” There was a desperation in Jackson’s voice that made your heart feel like it was breaking, and seeing him cry made you cry too. You sniffed, telling yourself that you needed to stick with the plan. You stood, unable to look at Jackson anymore, and began walking over to the bedroom.

“If you’ll just talk to me, please, we can work this out. Is this about my parents? Your parents? People on the internet? Just ignore them, they don’t know us, they don’t know how much I lo–”

You turned around abruptly, facing Jackson almost nose-to-nose. “I’ve made up my mind, Jackson.” You opened the door, walking over to the bed where your suitcase sat.

“We’ll talk in the morning, it’ll be better then–” He stopped when he saw your suitcase, and his knees gave out. That was when you knew you couldn’t keep up the charade. 

You hurried over to his shaking form, kneeling down in front of him and putting your hand on his cheek. “Jackson, hey, look at me. Don’t cry, I’m sorry, it was a prank, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.” 

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? For being gone so much?” You realized he wasn’t even listening anymore, and leaned in for a kiss. He froze the moment he felt your lips on his, and looked reproachful when you pulled away.

“That’s not fair.” He whispered. “You can’t kiss me after dumping me.”

“Baby,” You said, feeling utterly horrible as you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “It was a prank, a joke, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” His eyes were red, and he wiped his nose with his sleeve as he tried to understand. 

“I love you, I would never leave you.” You said, but he still didn’t look like he could believe you. “Look,” You said, standing to get the suitcase and bringing it back over to him. “It’s empty, see?” He watched as you opened it, and he took a deep shuddering breath.

“It was a prank?” He asked weekly, and you nodded. 

“Revenge for all the pranks you’ve been pulling on me. I think it might have gone a little too far, though.” Jackson sniffed loudly in response, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and he let out a tired laugh.

“I guess I was asking for it.” There was a moment of silence between you before he spoke again. “So you’re really not leaving me?” 

“Never.” You said, and his grip on you tightened, as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“I think this was worse than feathers in your hat.” He pointed out, and you had to agree. “You know it’s my turn for revenge now, right?” 

You made a face, even though Jackson still couldn’t see it. “My plan was to get you to stop pranking me.” 

“You could have just asked.” You could tell from his voice that he was pouting, and you pulled away enough to peck him on the lips once again.

“I did.” You sighed. “And you responded with clingfilm across the door, remember?” 

He nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, and you felt a wave of relief upon hearing it. “This was a pretty good prank, you know.” He said thoughtfully. “And you’re really good at acting, I even thought you were serious for a second there.”

“Oh really?” You snorted.

He nodded. “But your tears were totally fake, it was a dead giveaway.” 

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by the words. “I will have you know that those tears were one hundred percent authentic.”

He rolled his eyes, standing and pulling your to your feet at the same time. “Sure they were. Did you chop unions before I got here or something?”

You shook your head. “Nope, seeing you cry makes me cry.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then gave a slightly breathless laugh. 

“How am I supposed to be mad when you say stuff like that?” He complained as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You could tell that he wasn’t actually annoyed though, and decided that really, your plan had been a success.

Poker Game 3

The second week of poker and football went just about the same lots of hands all over my body and long kisses and even some on kissing on my breast. And the party ended with teddy fucking me in the back room before i had to go home.  This past week was week 3.  

I got to the store about 7:00 again, and helped Teddy setup and then gave him a blowjob before his friends came over.  When i asked Teddy where the clothes were he said he had a different outfit for me.  He went into the closet and took out a pair of black suede knee high boots.  I love them, he handed them to me and said i really deserved them.  Then he gave me a black bowtie and said he had one more surprise.  He went into the front for the store and came back with a gold chain that he put around my waist.  He said i looked great.  I told him i liked the but he didn’t have to do it, then the told me to look at the clasp. When i looked at it it had his initials on it.  I think it actually got me ever wetter.  So that night i had on boots bowtie and the gold chain.   As his friends came they each gave me a kiss and felt me up, my ass,  my breast and one fingered my pussy as he kissed me hello.  The game was the during the night, got them drinks and snacks got some nice tips and was felt up all night long.  When i was ready to leave the guys all wanted me to stay,  Teddy told me to call hubby and tell him you will be out a little longer then usually with your friend.  When i went to get my phone there was a message from husband that he was going to diner after the game, so i didn’t have to lie (LOL) to him.  I went back in and told teddy i could stay until the end of the game. More drinks for the guys more tips and more hands all over my tits ass and pussy.  I was so horny by then,  When the game was almost over a few of the guys went to leave.  I walked them to the front of the store and they all gave me long kisses with lots of tongue and hand all over me.  When i went back in the back of the store Tony was still there with teddy and they were cleaning up the poker stuff from the table.  When Tony went into the bathroom teddy lifted me up and put me right on the table, I asked him to wait until Tony left but he said  i made him so horny today that he couldn’t wait anymore.  He laid me on my back on the table and lifted my legs, he dropped his pants and he was rock hard and with one trust me inside me.  I was on my back feeling every inch of him inside me.  That when i came on his cock just before he filled me i didn’t even noticed that Tony was right there behind teddy with his cock in his hand. Teddy told me to just stay where i was and i was to let Tony go next.  Tony wasn’t as big as Teddy but he was so thick. He got between me legs and lifts my legs towards his shoulders and push that thick cock inside me.  He didn’t take too long to cum maybe 5 minutes he when he pulled out my pussy was dripping cum all over the table.  He pulled me up and kissed me and told me how tight and wet my pussy was.  i just  sat on the table as teddy walked him out the front of the store.  When teddy came back he siad how great I am and how lucky he is.  I got dressed and wet home with my pussy dripping.  I got home before husband undress and wet right to bed.  Husband come home about 45 minutes later and went right into bed and went to sleep.  As i laid in bed i realize i still had the gold chain around my waist with Teddy Initials on it.  I smiled to myself and went to sleep so satified

Touch me again, I dare you.

Some guy was throwing his change on my counter for something, and I think that’s rude as hell so I just politely put out my hand and manage to catch a quarter. He fucking takes the quarter out of my hand, throws it back on the counter and slaps my hand away. Like excuse you, you don’t have the right to touch me in any way first of all and second of all you’re being rude as fuck. To boot he tried leaving a bunch of his garbage all over my counter, so I gathered it up and handed it to him with a smile while saying “You don’t want to forget this!” He sort of just confusedly took it and left. That’s what you get for being an asshole. I was almost crying.


“Hi! Can you write one where you and Jax recently broke up and one day you see Jax taking Ima to his dorm at a club party and you go home and later try to move on from him, but Jax finds out then gets jealous and tries to win you back? I’m sorry if it’s too long. It’s okay if you don’t want to write it! Thank you!”

“This is a bad idea, Chibs.” you warn, pulling at your black lace crop top, a pair of leather shorts showing off your shapely legs. Chibs takes a final drag from his cigarette, dropping it on the floor and putting it out with his boot.

“He misses you, lass, and I can tell you miss him.” You can’t deny his words, these past two weeks being the hardest ones of your life. “You look amazing, sweetheart. If he doesn’t take you home, I sure will.”

Smiling, you gently bump your shoulder with the Scot’s, thanking him silently. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Thatta’ girl. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Chibs throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you up the lot and into the clubhouse, party in full swing. You smile at the croweaters that catch your eye on the way in, them returning the smile and waving kindly at you.

While Chibs gets you and him a drink, you scan the room, not sure how to feel when you don’t spot your ex boyfriend. Tig grins when he sees you, pushing the lady off his lap and walking over to you, throwing his arms around you. “If it isn’t my favourite girl.”

“Hi, Tiggy. Sorry I haven’t been around, everything is a bit of a mess right now.” you explain, his eyes slightly glassy as he watches you, the smell of whisky lingering heavily on him. You’ve always gotten on well with the other MC members, the older ones and younger ones all treating you like family.

“Don’t sweat it, doll, just glad to see you.” He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, before going back to his woman of the night, sadness covering you as you realise how much you miss this club. The atmosphere, the people, the family. You knew that if you didn’t get this shit sorted with Jax, you’d probably never have it again.

“Here ya are, love. Get that down ya.” You take the beer from Chibs, taking a few swigs, the cold liquid fizzy as it passes down your throat.

You’re listening to Chibs flirt with some croweater when your gaze is pulled to the other side of the room, Jax entering from the apartments. It’s always been the same with him, a magnetic pull that somehow tells you when he’s around. It’s surreal, but he must feel it too, his eyes instantly breathing you in, surprise evident on his face.

You just stare at him, not knowing how he’s going to react. Is he going to be pissed that you’re here? Glad that you’ve come back for him? Upset?

Your questions are quickly answered, Ima surfacing from the same place Jax did, her hands pulling at her shirt, that famous fucking smirk on her face.

Her arms slip around his waist, him being pulled out of his trance. She leans up, whispering into his ear, his eyes remaining on you the whole time. Your heart feels like it’s literally breaking, regret written all over your ex lovers face as you crumble in front of him. He doesn’t correct it though, letting Ima pull his face to hers, her lips claiming his in a messy fashion.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” you whisper, slamming your half drunken beer on the bar and storming out, leaving a very confused Chibs by himself. He looks across the room as you leave, noticing the very reason for your upset. Shaking his head at his younger brother, he turns his back on him, letting him know just how he feels without even saying a word.

It’s been three months since that dreaded day. The day you lost the last shred of hope you had left for your broken relationship, for the broken man you left behind.

“You ready to go, babe?” Liam calls, his voice travelling up the stairs. You had to move on, you deserve to at least try to be happy, even if deep down you know you’re aiming for a unreachable goal.

“Two minutes!” you respond, throwing your phone and lipstick into your bag. You’d met Liam about two months ago, a sweet boy who asked for your number at your work place. You said yes, met up for lunch one day and hit it off, and you’d been dating ever since. Things were pretty serious between the two of you, but throwing yourself in the deep end seems like the quickest way to get rid of the outlaw biker who refuses leave your mind.

Leaving the bedroom, you jog down the stairs, meeting your boyfriend at the bottom. You were about to go to meet some of Liam’s friends, the four of you going on a double date to the new diner in town. If someone would’ve told you a few months back that you’d be going on double dates and spending time with a completely different set of people, you never would’ve believed it.

“I’m just gonna fill up before we go get Tyler and Abby.” Liam turns into the gas station, pulling up at an available pump and stepping out to fill up the car. “You okay to go pay?”

You nod, grabbing the bills from Liam’s hand and undoing your seat belt, heading inside the store. Once you’ve paid for the fuel, you turn around, slamming straight into a hard chest.

“Sorry, love-” You look up, smiling shyly at the man, shock on his face once he realises who you are. “Jesus, (Y/N). If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Chibby.” You reply, letting the Scots man wrap you up in his arms, the familiar feeling making your heart clench. You pull back, your common sense kicking in. “Wait, is he with you?”

Before he can reply, the bell above the shop door signaling that someone has just walked in. You hear his voice before you see his face, a thousand and one emotions running through you. “Tig just called, he’s just been to-”

Jax finally reaches the two of you, his voice dying in his throat as he sees who his brother is standing with. His mouth opens and shuts as he stares at you, completely caught off guard.

“Hey, Jax.” you say calmly, hoping that if you act like you’re unaffected, it’ll convince the two men in front of you, even if you can’t convince yourself. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” He smiles at you, your knees just as weak as they were the day you first caught a glimpse of that smile, the smile that could bring you so much light, even on your darkest of days.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” You scold yourself for forgetting about your company, your boyfriend now making his way over to the three of you in concern. Once he reaches you, he stands by your side, slipping his arm around your waist, claiming his property like some kind of animal.

“Yeah, I’m good.” you respond, part of you wanting to rip Liam’s arm from around you, the expression on Jax’s face one of defeat, heartbreak. The same look you wore just months ago. “Pass my love on to everyone. See you around.”

You leave too quickly to receive a response, your partner trailing behind you, your mental state not feeling up to answering the pile of questions you’re bound to be asked once you get in the car.

You look back at the lost biker in the store, his eyes locked on yours as he watches you walk away from him, again. Only this time, he knows he has to bring you back to him, no matter what it takes.

You sigh in content as you sink into the bubbles, music playing lowly in the background as you take a well earned bath.

Today has been a long day, or at least it feels like it has. After bumping into pieces of your past life, the life you were trying to move on from, you had to deal with a relentless Liam, who wanted to know what your connection was to the murderous bikers in town. This then led to the two of you having a full blown argument. You’d jumped out of the car about thirty minutes out of town and refused to get back in, walking all the way back home.

You massage your temples as you soak, silently begging for your head to stop pounding, the pain making you feel physically sick. All you wanted was five minutes of peace from your overactive brain.

You feel like screaming when you hear the door knock loudly from downstairs, closing your eyes and deciding to ignore whatever company had decided to bother you.

After about fifteen seconds, you hear another series of knocks, more urgent this time. Cursing under your breath, you pull yourself out of the soapy water, quickly wrapping a towel around your body and heading downstairs, ready to release your wrath on whoever was behind the door.

Yanking it open, you see the last person you expect to be at your house. “Jax?”

He moves his sights up and down your body, you wishing you would’ve grabbed your dressing gown rather than a towel that barely reaches midthigh. Once he meets you eyes, you raise your eyebrows in question. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not.” he sighs, running his fingers through his undone locks. “Can I come in? Just give me five minutes. Please.”

Going against your better judgement, you hesitate, pulling the door open widely and letting him step inside. He smiles thankfully at you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he walks inside.

“What are you doing here, Jackson?” you ask stiffly, wanting the man in front of you to know that you’re not going to take any shit. You’re not the same woman you were three months ago, and he can’t just turn up at your place and expect everything to be okay.

“I miss you, (Y/N).” he confesses, your eyes going as big as saucers as you debate whether you even heard him right. “I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go, and watching you walk away from me today-”

“Are you serious right now?” You watch as he swallow nervously, enjoying his discomfort. He looks down at the floor, sighing and shrugging his shoulders, like he knew that this was how you’d react.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me walking away from you when you told me I wasn’t strong enough for this life.“ you spit, all your pent up anger slowly making its way to the surface. “Didn’t care the second time when you humiliated me in front of the club by fucking that whore!”

“Babe, please just let me-” He knows better than to try and make some bullshit excuse, his sentence stopping once he sees the rage on your face.

“It wasn’t me walking away that got to you yesterday,” you seethe, “it was the fact that I’ve moved on. Found somebody beyond the one and only Jax Teller.”

He stand silent, his eyes heavy with unshed tears as you unload the pain and suffering you’ve had to hold in. You shake your head at him in disbelief, chuckling humourlessly. “You let me go, Jax. You broke my heart, and that’s all on you.”

Silent years slip down your cheeks as you hold your towel close to your chest, the fluffy material moving between your fingers and acting as some sort of security blanket, stopping you from completely falling apart.

“I know I don’t deserve you, (Y/N). I know it, hell, everybody knows it.” he says timidly, breaking the tense silence. He sniffs as you look at the floor, your tears falling as you refuse to meet his gaze. “But you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, the only girl I will ever love, and I hope that means something to you.”

Your bottom lip quivers as you try to hold in your sobs, the ache in his words chipping at your ice cold exterior, bit by bit. His white trainers step into your view, his figure so close you can smell his intoxicating scent. Just one whiff of him makes you want to forget everything and throw yourself in his arms. But that would be naive.

“I pushed you away, because I don’t want to see you end up like everybody else I love. Broken or dead.” He grabs your face in his large, rough hands, the image of him blurry as you try to blink away your tears, clear your view. “But without you, I see no end to this, (Y/N), no reason to carry on, to fight.”

His thumbs gently caress your skin, your body feeling more alive than it has in months. “I know it’s selfish, I’m a selfish man, but you’re the only thing that I’m certain about in this world.”

You feel like the air has been released back into your lungs when he locks his lips with yours, his hands fiercely cradling your face as you come alive under his touch. You’ve never felt something so passionate, so raw , in your life, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the place he hasn’t been allowed to go for months.

You’re both breathless as he pulls away, your heart begging you to join your lips back with his and never break apart. He presses his mouth against your forehead lovingly, one of your favourite things that he does, before he begrudgingly let’s you go, moving towards your front door.

“I’ll always love you, (Y/N). You know where to find me if you feel the same.”

Originally posted by geezerwench

A/N - Decided to end this on a bit of a cliff hanger/make up your own ending?! Thought it’d let you guys make your own interpretations individually :) hope you liked!! Xx