i repeat no shirt

“Stardust, in you and in me”

I wanted to play with lighting effects and the boys wanted in on it apparently

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!


3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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Yuzuru’s reaction when someone compliments him that he is tall.(x)

But seriously, look at his face when that lady says he is tall!!! The smile on his face automatically dropped lol. And the interviewer is such a hardcore fangirl I can’t deal! She keeps repeating “kakkoi kakkoi”, saying he’s still cool and handsome!

Imagine Your OTP
  • OTP: *is playing "would you rather"
  • Person B: *is trying to get Person C's attention*
  • Person C: Yes?
  • Person B: Do you want to play with us? *Seductively pulls down collar of shirt to reveal bare chest (no nipples are shown) while talking*
  • Person A: *doesn't see what Person B is doing*
  • Person C: What?
  • Person B: *seductively pulls down shirt again while speaking* Do you want to plaaay with us?
  • Person A: *laughs at the voice but still doesn't see what Person B is doing*
  • Person C: *expresses bewildered disgust* No.
  • Person A: WhAT? Why nOt?
  • Person C: A, do you see what Person B is doing?
  • Person A: *turns to look at Person B*
  • Person B: *snickers* I was doing this. *Repeats shirt thing* Do you want to play~ with us?
  • Person A: *turns bright red*
  • Person A: Oh...
  • Person A: Well, we were playing "would you rather", wanna join?
  • Person C: *hesitates* Sure.

The person taking the video on Lili’s IG story is male. I repeat, it’s a male! They’re wearing a white button down shirt. Look at where the arrow is pointing. I think we all know who it could be… 😏

HSAU Drabble: Alex at the Zoo

Part I: The Zoo

“Hold me tighter.” Clarke mumbled, burrowing back into Lexa’s arms.

Lexa chuckled, complying with her wife’s demand. It wasn’t often that she was the big spoon, but she thoroughly enjoyed holding Clarke all night.

“It…almost feels like we’re in high school.” Clarke rasped, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Lexa smirked, squeezing Clarke’s hip. “You look like you’re still in college.” She complimented.

“You feel like you are.” Clarke replied, fingers reaching back to graze Lexa’s abs.

“Perks of being a young mom.” Lexa replied, grateful that they went with their gut instinct to have Alex at 25.

“And being an NFL superstar.” Clarke gloated, turning around in Lexa’s arms to face her.

“Hey.” Lexa murmured, kissing Clarke’s lips almost instantly.

“Hey yourself, pretty girl.” Clarke pressed herself against Lexa’s warmth.

“ZOO!” The warcry of their toddler shook clexa from their post sex bliss.

“Oh fuck.” Clarke mumbled, and Lexa grinned.

“ZOO! ZOO! ZOO!” Alex’s excited shrieks echoed in the hallways of their home.

“Gee, I wonder where we’re going today.” Lexa teased.

“God, I love her little toddler voice.” Clarke murmured. “Have you noticed she has a little lisp sometimes?”

“I have.” Lexa smiled, leaning against the headboard as she put an arm around Clarke, pulling her in and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Three, two, one..” Lexa murmured, and like clockwork, Alex ran into the room, a blur. She was wearing her underwear, her shirt nowhere to be found. Her hair was in a soft braid Clarke had done for her the night before. She ran into the room and nearly barrelled into Fish, who was peacefully sleeping in his corner. She rolled to a stop and glanced up, giving Clarke and Lexa a baby-toothed grin.

“Zoo!” She shrieked. And then, as an afterthought, “Hello mommas.”

“Good morning, baby girl.” Lexa grinned. “Where is your shirt?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Shirt?” She repeated. Then, she blinked. “I dunno.”

Clarke chuckled. “Who needs em, right?” She sneakily slid her hands up Lexa’s abs, grazing them approvingly.

Alex nodded, scrambling over to the edge of the bed. “I come.” She announced, grappling with the sheets as she struggled to hoist herself up.

“Help her.” Clarke pouted, and Lexa laughed, easily scooping Alex up with a well muscled arm.

“Thank you momma.” Alex dutifully chirped, moving to wiggle her butt into the nonexistent space between them.

“You’re very welcome.” Lexa laughed, kissing her head.

“So, why do you want to go to the zoo?” Clarke questioned. She knew it was a basic question, but she also knew that it was important to help Alex articulate her ideas, to develop her speech.

Plus, it was fucking cute to hear her talk.

“Amimals.” Alex squeaked.

“What was that?” Clarke grinned.


“Animals?” Lexa offered.

“Amimals.” Alex nodded.

“….Alright.” Clarke chuckled. “What kind of animals do you think we’re gonna see, baby girl?”

“…Raccoons!” Alex almost yelled in excitement.

“…Alex we could just hang around the trash bins at night if you’re so excited to see Raccoons.” Lexa smirked.

Alex blinked. “Raccoon lives in my trash?”

Lexa shook her head. “Why do you love raccoons so much anyway?”

Alex’s gaze softened and she placed a little hand on Lexa’s cheek. “They you momma.”

Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, and she kissed Alex’s hand, smiling uncontrollably.

Clarke couldn’t help her grin either, her heart warmed at the sight of their baby being so affectionate to her mother. Little Lexa indeed.

“What animal is your mommy, then?” Lexa asked softly.

“Lion!” Alex replied readily.

“A lion?” Clarke quipped. “Why?”

“Brave.” Alex nodded wisely. “And pretty.”

It was Clarke’s turn to blush like a fool, kissing Alex’s chubby cheeks, already wide for a smile.

“…We go?” Alex huffed.

“We will! What about breakfast, first?” Clarke reminded.

“…Hot dogs?” Alex cited her favorite food.

Lexa made a face. “What about a kale smoothie?”

Alex shushed Lexa, putting an index finger against her lips. “Shhh, momma.” Alex whispered.

Clarke grinned. “That’s my girl. But she’s right, you can’t eat hotdogs for breakfast.”

Alex frowned. “But….Smurphy…”

Clarke raised a brow. “Uncle Murphy gives you hotdogs for breakfast?”

Alex’s eyes went wide, and she knew she was in trouble. She wriggled free from Clarke’s grip and dove off the bed, running as fast her her little legs would carry her, back to the safety of her room.

Lexa snorted, watching in amusement. “Very nutritious.” She quipped.

Clarke shrugged, wiggling back into Lexa’s arms. “Gives us more cuddle time.”

Lexa smiled, kissing Clarke’s forehead. “I don’t know why she wants to go to the zoo so badly. If she wants to see a bunch of unruly animals, she can visit the delinquents for free.”

Clarke gasped, shoving Lexa. “Jerk.” She moved to get out of bed, but Lexa laughed, effortlessly pulling Clarke back into her arms.

“Fuck your insanely hot tattooed super strong biceps.” Clarke grumbled, but her true mood was revealed when she kissed Lexa’s arm instead. She turned to Lexa, kissing her jaw. “Thank you.” She murmured.

“For what?” Lexa quirked a brow, pulling Clarke flush against her.

“For Alex.” Clarke sighed in adoration.

Lexa grinned. “That’s half of your doing, my love.”

“I’m pretty sure she gets her sweetness from you, though.” Clarke whispered, her heart melting for Lexa’s kind eyes.

The two met in a soft kiss, sighing against one another’s lips, enjoying the blissful existence they’d created for themselves.

“Do you think we can get away with hats and sunglasses?” Lexa asked, after a moment of brief silence.

“I don’t think it’ll be that hot.”

“Clarke, I meant for privacy, so we don’t get swarmed for photos and followed around all day. Remember Saturday at the mall?”

Clarke smirked. “Babe, you’re kind of drop dead gorgeous. People recognize you from your lips alone.”

Lexa blushed. “And I’m guessing if I bring my wife and daughter along, we’ll be unmistakable.”

Clarke nodded. “But don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

“I just want to give Alex a normal time.” Lexa sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

“Baby, Alex is fine. She just gets jealous, so hold her.” Clarke laughed. “Now, we have to get dressed.”

“And leave the warmth of our bed?” Lexa teased, tightening her hold on Clarke.

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back, and Alex will be burnt out and exhausted.”

“Clarke Woods, you minx.” Lexa smirked.


It was several hours before the family arrived at the zoo, mainly because Alex had insisted on wearing a raccoon onesie.

Clarke had to explain to her that she’d have a heatstroke in them, and she trudged off grumpily, only to return in a limited edition Lexa Woods jersey.

Lexa had to explain to her that they would get noticed a lot more quickly if she wore that, and Alex trudged off once again, cursing her mothers under her breath.

In the end, Alex matched her outfit to Lexa’s, and while it was no less conspicuous than wearing Lexa’s jersey, she couldn’t find the heart to say no.

Both wore crop tops and jean shorts, looking positively fashionable for the summer. (Alex’s tummy stuck out a little, and she was proud of her self-proclaimed abs, like Lexa’s.)

Alex got her hair done in two little braids, and she was the spitting image of Lexa, sunglasses on her head, down to the same exact hat.

Clarke found it so adorable that she took nearly fifty photos of the two, saving one to tweet at the end of the day, when they weren’t recognizable in the public eye.

From there, it was a decent drive to the zoo, and they were off past the main gate, maps in hand.

Alex vehemently protested against her stroller, and when Clarke mentioned that she’d get tired, Lexa won both their hearts by murmuring, “I’ll carry her when she’s tired.”

This was Alex’s first time at the zoo, and she was positively bursting with excitement.

“Okay, Alex, where do you want to- Alex?” Lexa glanced up from the map, watching her toddler make a beeline for the crocodile tank on the side of the entrance, the crocodile pressed right up against the glass, looking lethargic as ever.

“There she goes.” Clarke whistled, Lexa hastening to follow after Alex.

“I’m not sure how I feel about taking our child to see so many depressed animals in captivity.” Lexa murmured, as they caught up to Alex, who looked a little scared.

“But the zoo is making changes.” Clarke reminded. “They’re helping to save endangered species and educate people.”

“I will put aside my inner protester for the sake of our child.” Lexa quipped.

“Mommies.” Alex whispered, turning to Clarke and Lexa with a low voice.

Lexa quirked a brow amusedly, sliding her arm around Clarke, squeezing her hip, as if to wordlessly say God, that’s adorable.

“What’s up baby?” Clarke asked, encouraging her to talk, knowing how beneficial it was for her development. She’d read somewhere that it wasn’t good to baby-talk a toddler, rather, to speak to them as an adult, but sometimes they couldn’t help it. They settled for a healthy balance of both, encouraging conversation and provoking thought.

“…Scary.” Alex gulped.

Well, that wasn’t quite the speech she’d hoped for, but Alex looked a little too frightened to form proper sentences at the moment.

Lexa eyed Alex thoughtfully. “Yeah? What kind of animal is it?”

“Alligator.” Alex whispered.

Lexa clicked her tongue. “Nope.” She replied, pointing to the sign. “That’s a crocodile, baby. You know the difference?”

Alex blinked. “Alligators are boys and Crocodiles are girls.”

“…No. What?” Lexa blinked, equally as confused.

Clarke grinned, chuckling amusedly. “No, baby. They’re different species. They’re not the same.”

“Ohhhh.” Alex nodded, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Why are we whispering?” Lexa questioned.

“Because it’s sleeping!” Alex whisper-yelled, ironically.

Lexa laughed. “Alex, it’s enclosed. It can’t get to you. But thank you for being polite, and not screaming. You don’t have to whisper, you can talk lowly.”

Alex looked tentative, “…Wake up?” She half asked, half mumbled.

“I don’t think he will. He looks pretty comfy.” Clarke replied with a smile.

Alex looked deep in thought with a furrowed brow. “Momma?”

“Yeah, pretty girl?”

“Can you…win a crocodile?”

“Win?” Lexa smiled. “What do you mean?”

Alex looked lost in thought, trying to piece together the words. “Um, you fight crocodile?”

Clarke snorted a laugh. Some nearby visitors looked appalled at the suggestion of animal cruelty.

Lexa blushed. “Alex I don’t need to fight it-”


“I think it’d be a tie.” Clarke lied easily, taking Alex’s hand. “Why don’t we move on?”

Alex nodded excitedly. “Raccoons?”

Lexa smiled, taking her other hand. “Maybe. But I hear they have some pretty neat giraffes.”

“Ooooooh.” Alex drawled. “Like Smurphy.”

“That’s right.” Clarke laughed. “Just like Uncle Murphy’s favorite animal.”


“Zebras…’n…lions…’n tigers…’n giraffes, and….monkeys! And birdies! And piggies, n’ owls, snakies, ugly lizards-”

“How long has this been going on?” Clarke questioned as she approached with a bag of popcorn and a soft pretzel for Alex.

“…A while. She’s trying to list every animal we’ve seen so far.” Lexa explained, balancing Alex on her hip, strong arms holding their tiny daughter.

Clarke wore an amused look. “And you let her go on like this?”

Lexa clutched her heart with her free hand. “I love her so much, Clarke. I love watching her talk, even if it’s nonsense. She reminds me of you.”

Clarke scowled. “Are you saying I talk nonsense?” She smacked Lexa’s arm playfully.

Lexa smiled. “No, I meant…the way she gets excited when she talks about things she’s passionate about. I see so much of you in her.”

Clarke swooned. “Funny, I see her as mini you.” She turned to Alex, who was gazing at the pretzel longingly, the same way Clarke and Lexa looked at each other.

Clarke laughed. “Here, baby.” She handed Alex the pretzel as they sat down at a table, watching Alex happily munch on it with her baby teeth, making little excited squeals like a hungry kitten.

Clarke was content with popping a piece of popcorn past Lexa’s lips, feeding her with a wry smile.

“What?” Lexa blinked.

“Isn’t this too unhealthy for you?” Clarke smirked. “Too buttery?”

Lexa rolled her eyes. “I have cheat days, Clarke.”

“Oh? Do your cheat days allow for dessert?” Clarke drawled in a low voice.

Lexa grinned. “You’re playful today.”

“Seeing you being a doting mother turns me on.” Clarke shrugged innocently, sliding a hand on Lexa’s thigh.

“Clarke.” Lexa whined. “Not here.”

“People aren’t even look-”

“Oh my god.” A third, younger voice interrupted them, followed by giggles. Clarke and Lexa glanced up, noting the overly excited teenager regarding them with a huge smile. “You’re Lexa Woods! And Clarke Griffin!”

Alex turned around from her seat, scowling with her pretzel in hand, cinnamon dusting her mouth. She looked instantly grumpy, seemingly aware of what was next.

“Oh boy.” Alex mumbled and rolled her eyes.

“And baby Alex!” The girl gushed, her grin widening. “You’re so adorable!”

At that, Alex’s frown slowly spread into a smirk as she nodded, smiling a cheshire toddler grin. “Piture?” She asked in her toddler accent, and Clarke and Lexa exchanged surprised glances.

“That would be amazing, thanks!” The girl nodded, and Lexa noticed that she was wearing a Grounders shirt with her number on it. She smiled at that.

“You take.” Alex instructed, moving to pose between Clarke and Lexa.

Clarke snorted a laugh. “Baby, she wants a picture with you, not of you.”

Lexa chuckled, scooping Alex up into her arms.

“Ohhhhh.” Alex chorused. “Sure, honey.”

“Honey?” Lexa mouthed to Clarke with a surprised look.

“She’s been spending too much time with my mom.” Clarke sighed apologetically, as their fan laughed. “Come on over, Lex has long arms. She can take a selfie.”

The girl was absolutely thrilled as she came to sit beside them, smiling broadly for the picture, shaking a little in her excitement.

“Thank you!” She gushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch. I’m just…I’m such a huge fan. Of both of you. My girlfriend and I…well, we didn’t really have a role model couple to look up to until you guys.”

Clarke smiled brightly, clearly touched by the words, sharing a loving glance with Lexa. “Thank you, that’s so sweet. You aren’t bothering us at all, don’t worry.”

Lexa nodded. “That’s very sweet, thank you.” She added, noticing the girl digging into her bag, likely for a pen. “Can I…sign that jersey for you?” Lexa offered with an amused smile.

The girl flushed, looking thrilled. “I was going to ask you! If it’s not too much!”

“Pretzel?” Alex offered like a puppy, tilting her head to the side as she offered the girl her half eaten pretzel.

Clarke rushed to grab the pretzel, laughing it off. “Alex, you can’t offer people food you’ve eaten.”

Alex blinked. “Yummy.” She insisted.

The girl grinned. “Thanks anyway Alex. I’m a huge fan.”

“Me too.” Alex answered cluelessly, watching as Lexa moved to sign the back of the shirt she was wearing.

“Thank you so much!” The girl beamed. “Enjoy the rest of your day! Bye, Alex!”

“Buh-bye.” Alex waved enthusiastically.

As soon as the girl bounded back to her group of friends, Alex turned to her moms, eyeing them wryly.

“Someone’s getting used to the attention.” Clarke quipped.

“It helps that she wasn’t flirtatious.” Lexa replied, kissing Alex’s  head.

Lexa stole a bite of Alex’s pretzel, and Alex squealed.

“Hey!” She whined.

“I’m your mom, I can finish your food.” Lexa replied with a wink.

“Ohhhhh.” Alex nodded, patting Lexa’s cheek. “Okay.”

Lexa grinned, kissing a chubby cheek. “Did you have fun, baby girl?”

Alex nodded, and then paused, quizzical.

“I know that look.” Clarke grimaced. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Alex sighed, dramatically clutching her heart. “No Raccoons?” She asked, her lower lip quivering.

“Not here.” Clarke sighed, rubbing her back. “But…do you really want to see them?”

“Yes!” Alex leapt up. “Yes yes yes mommies.”

Lexa exchanged a surprised look with Clarke, but remained silent.


“Lexa, cheer up.”

“Clarke.” Lexa rolled her eyes good naturedly. “It’s eleven PM, I’m out by the dumpsters, I’m cold, you promised me sex, and why-”

“LOOK!” Alex, who’d been staring patiently, waiting for almost an hour, shrieked when she saw what she was  looking for. A family of raccoons had come out, digging their way into the trash, scurrying back and forth with containers in their grasp, a safe distance away.

“MOMMA!” Alex nearly roared, shaking with excitement like the girl who’d asked for an autograph earlier that day. “IT’S YOU! IT’S YOU!”

“Gee, thanks.”

In the AM :: Im Jaebum

Hello friends! Mafia/gang au were always my favourite after watching KHR haha. So I finally gave a shot at it! I was really inspired by two amazing tumblr writers so I would like to thank them for motivating me to write after reading their work! A massive thank you to @narika-a who wrote a scenario with mafia GOT7, the plot of this fic is mainly developed from their scenario with Youngjae. And a special thank you to @jungk0oksthighs​ and their amazing mafia au fic giving me the final push to write this! I hope everyone enjoys it!

(Bless the soul who took this picture)

Word count: 28K (Mother of god)

Warning: coarse language, drunk people, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.

Jaebum pov

I watch her through the tinted windows of my car before wandering to the red digital numbers glowing on the dashboard. It read exactly 2 AM on the dot. A small smirk stretches across my face as I watch her bend over to lock the front doors of the run down pub cueing me to proceed with the schedule. It was all perfectly timed, in exactly 5 minutes she will be in the optimal position. I slip out of the black Camaro closely following her in her haste footsteps as she made her way back to her dingy apartment. At exactly 5 minutes time she stood in front of the dark alley, wasting no time I lunged forward grabbing her by the back of her jacket’s collar and pulled her into the dead end. She opened her mouth to scream so I quickly shut her up by slamming her small frame into the graffiti covered brick wall. She lets out a small cry which was then quickly followed by soft sniffles. Her body quakes under my strong grip and I almost felt slightly bad, just almost.

“Stop crying!” I order turning her around to face her tear streaked face.

Her eyes were squeezed shut in utter terror.

“Yah look at me girly, that’s the least you could do after stealing over 40 grand from my business!”

To say I was taken aback was an understatement when she started to yell.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! I’m dirt broke! Why else do you think I am out this late working at a shitty run down pub in the fucking ghettos?! I already had a shit day with creeps like you trying to take me home so for gods sake just leave me alone!” She screams finally opening her eyes to reveal the warmest (e/c) hue I’ve ever seen.

I would be more appreciative of them if they weren’t full of rage and sending daggers into my soul. I shook my head to clear out the doubts that started to swim in my mind. My perfect plan was flawless to the second but a small detail may have been missed, I may have gotten the wrong girl? No impossible, she must be acting innocent.

“Don’t lie to me!” I yell out in frustration causing her frustration to skyrocket as well.

She flails her arms smacking me in the face causing my already boiling anger to overflow.

“Let go of me you freak! Do you think I would be out here in shit city at 2 AM if I stole 40k from you? No! I would be at home rolling in silk sheets in piles of money you idiot!”

Okay I’ll admit, even though she was infuriating seeing that she was so keen on lying I couldn’t help but find her charming, especially at the wild reasoning she spewed on about. I roll my eyes roughly turning her to face the wall once again.

“Alright, that was funny at first but now I’m done,” I sigh ripping her long wool jacket clean off her back.

The seams of her coat tore open with a satisfying pop along with the plain white t-shirt she wore underneath. I toss the torn fabric across the snow covered alleyway leaving her cold and vulnerable in the cold night air. Her fierce aura left her body as quick as it came as she started sobbing once more, hugging herself as she stood there hunched over with a thin ripped shirt. I could clearly see the cold winter air biting at her bare skin where goose bumps started to form, however I couldn’t seem to find the signature dragon tattoo that was supposed to litter the vast majority of her back. At that moment I knew I fucked up.

“Fuck…fuck I’m so sorry. I-I got the wrong person. Haha surprise?” I nervously grin finally letting her out of my iron grip that will probably cause bruises to bloom all over her body later from man handling her.

Her lips quiver as she spares me one final look with her large doe eyes before bursting out in tears and making a mad dash out of the alley.

“Hey!” I called out, it wasn’t supposed to sound so threatening but I guess being friendly and approachable was not my forte. At my voice she sped up, disappearing around the corner.

“Fuck!” I hiss under my breath, kicking her jacket out of the way to follow her.

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Cheat - Klaus Mikaelson

Originally posted by aurorarebeka

Klaus x Reader

Request: Yes

Rating: Smut

“Love, stop that.” I straddled Klaus as he sat on the couch.

“Hmm, stop what Klaus?” I ground my hips into his.

“Stop grinding on my like that, you’re gonna make me hard.”

“That’s the point, babe.”

“C'mon, i’m tired. Let’s just go to bed.”

“What do you mean you’re tired? You either painted or read all day.”

“I’m just tired. Lets not do this now.”

“But Klaus.. We haven’t done it in over a week.”

He grumbled something under his breath so that I couldn’t hear. I didn’t ask him to repeat it because he was already in a bad mood.


“Okay.” I repeated after him.

He pulled the bottom of my shirt up and lifted it over my head. I unclasped my bra and let it fall. his hands reached up, cupping my boobs in his hands squeezing lightly.

“I love this.” He moaned, as he used his forefinger and thumb to pinch and pull at my nipples. He ran his thumb one more time over the hardened pebbles and dragged his hands down the sides of my stomach.

“I think we’re wearing too much.” I whispered in his ear.

He nodded.

I got off of his lap and he stood up too. First he pulled his shirt over his head and then worked on his pants. At the same time, I took the rest of my clothes off.

When he was finished undressing, he sat back in the same spot on the couch. I knelt between his legs and took his semi-hard length in my small hand. I pumped it a few times before sucking on the tip in my mouth.

“Fuck, just like that darling.” He grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed me onto his fully hard length. I looked up at Klaus. He had his eyes glued shut and his head thrown back.

I bobbed my head a couple of times before getting up and sitting back in his lap. I hovered over his aching length.


“Yea?” His hands found their way onto my hips and he dug his nails in. His head still thrown back

“Do you want this?”

He bit his lip and squinted his eyes open for a quick second, glancing at me and then at my boobs. “I need this. I need your pussy so bad babe.”

It was a good enough answer for me. I took his length and positioned it at my entrance. I rubbed his tip back and forth along my clit.

He moaned and turned his head to the side as if he was ashamed to be making any noise at all.

“Fuck me already y/n.”

I placed my hands on his shoulders and sat down on his length. My hips met his as he filled me entirely. He pulled me up with his rough hands and slammed me back down. His gaze travelled to where our two bodies where connected and slowed his pace. The grip on my hips loosened as he stared off into space

“C'mon babe, harder.”

He let out a grunt each time as I kept bouncing on his dick. I clenched my muscles around him.

“Shit y/n you’re so tight.” He scrunched his eyebrows up and gritted his teeth together. “Don’t stop baby.” His hands reached for my boobs once again and he toyed with my nipples.

With one last bounce his head threw back and he came inside of me. He rubbed his eyes, wiping some of the sweat off his brow.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“I was y/n.”

“No you weren’t.”

“God, why does it even matter?”

“Because…Klaus. I love you.”

He didn’t answer. He just lay there, running a hand through his hair, staring up at the ceiling.

“Don’t you love me back?”

“I’m so sorry”

“Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I cheated on you-”

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. (You guys I am seriously going to hell. I’m sorry if the ghosts of the founding fathers find this, full permission to haunt my ass. ALSO! Credit to the artist :) )

“Bad boys don’t get to come. Bad boys get punished, am I clear?” Alexander addressed.

John Laurens whimpered signaling a yes, but that didn’t work for Hamilton.

“I said, do I make myself clear? Repeat what I said,” Hamilton growled, taking off John’s shirt and boxers in a quick motion.

“Daddy said that bad boys don’t get to come with Daddy. Bad boys get spankies and punishment,” John repeated.

“You’re not getting spankies, not today, I am far too tired from my meeting today little one. What ever shall I do to my boy?” Hamilton asked, pulling open the drawer and pulling out lube and a light pink vibrator.

John whimpered at the sight of what was in his hands.

“Oh wait- How could I forget?” Hamilton said, turning around to get rope.

John sat there naked on his lower half, shaking at his fear of what Hamilton was going to do. Hamilton directed John to get on his hands and knees, well not exactly his hands, but to lean on his shoulders and knees as his daddy tied his hands behind his back, making sure they were secure. Hamilton lubed up the vibrator without saying a word or making a sound. Hamilton shoved the vibrator in his bum without prep, making John cry out in pain and pleasure.

“I will be back in 40 minutes. If you can make it without coming, I will reward you. If you come, I will start the 40 minutes over again. Do I make myself clear?” Hamilton clarified.

“Yes,” John said, shaking his head violently.

Hamilton set an alarm for 40 minutes and put the vibrator on the lowest it would go. Hamilton kissed John’s lower back and left the room, closing the door behind him.

When Hamilton’s alarm went off, he sat up from the couch and opened the door, revealing his little shaking on the bed. Hamilton had been listening to John’s moans and screams for the last 40 minutes. John was lying in the same position when Hamilton entered the room.

“Did you come?” Hamilton asked.

“N-No, I-I di-didn’t Daddy,” John stuttered as Hamilton turned the vibrator off, making him sigh.

“Good boy. Did you learn your lesson, Prince?” Hamilton sighed as he slowly took out the vibrator.

John moaned as the vibrator was removed. Hamilton began to untie his hands.

“Y-Yes Daddy. Ma-May I come?” John croaked.

“Go ahead,” Hamilton smirked as his baby exploded with pleasure. “Good boy. I’ll go clean you up. Stay here,” Hamilton said as he opened their bathroom in their room and got paper towels and a makeup remover wipe.

Hamilton returned, setting John on his bum. Hamilton cleaned up all the cum that got onto the bed and the cum on John. Hamilton took the pomegranate scented makeup wipe and wiped away the running mascara and John’s baby pink lipgloss.

“Cuddle?” John whined as he threw away the dirty wipes.

Hamilton smiled and got into the bed with him, throwing the fuzzy black blanket and comforter over them. John sighed and laid his head on Hamilton’s cozy chest, lightly rising and dropping. John kissed his chest where he was laying.

“I love you, Daddy. Thank you,” John yawned tiredly.

“Mhm, love you too baby.”

We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040


It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.



“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

HOW LIFE WORKS (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: omg u should do a bellamy x reader where the reader is pregnant but bellamy doesn’t know and they broke up (u can decide the reason) and after years they come across each other and he sees her w a kid and a guy (her bff but he doesn’t know) and gets super jealous bc he still loves her, they fight, and then she finally tells him that the kid is his as happily ever after (PLEASE DONT DO AU) thankyou so much!! 


 It’s funny how life works. Everything has an odd way of connecting itself together, almost as if it’s meant to be. Sometimes it’s too uncanny to be a coincidence. You walk through the forest, your mind travelling to Bellamy - your past love. The last time you had seen him, a massive fight had broken out between the two of you. 

It was no one’s fault, really. The two of you were just under too much stress after Mount Weather and it had all been piling up until one day, two years ago, you both exploded. It was about nothing and it was about everything. 

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Ask: Hiiii ❤️❤️❤️ can you do one where shawn and you fight. You were jealous of this girl that was all over shawn in a bar and he got extremely jealous of a guy that was over you in a bar. You scream, throw things and even take a break but as soon as you were about to leave, both shawn and you realize how stupid this is. you are the love of each other’s life, it can’t end because of this and you get back together ❤️

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“You are a disgrace! An absolute disgrace! I cannot believe you let your daughter see you in this condition, Theodore. She was so worried about you! I wish I could say that I’m surprised right now, but honest to god the only thing that surprises me about this is that you’re not in here with some peroxide blonde tramp!”

Theodore rolls his eyes, wincing as his sister-in-law’s shrill screams penetrate his throbbing skull. “Is she still here?” he mumbles, glancing over at the pink haired doll lying crumpled on the floor beside him.

Arabella scowls at him. “Yes. I had planned to take her and Hazel to school early this morning, but she insisted that I come up here to check on you first.”

He nods, and pulling himself up off the ground Theodore silently breezes past Bella and strides down the hallway toward his daughter and her cousin.

“Lila Grace,” Theo forces himself to smile through the piercing pain in his temples. “Go change out of your uniform, sweetheart. You’re not going to school today.”

“What?” the child frowns. “Why not?”

“Because I’m taking the entire day off work so you and I can spend some long overdue father-daughter time together.”

“What?!” three distinct voices reverberate around the corridor.

“No school! No school!” Lila Grace sings over and over again as she dances around her dad’s legs.

“Do I have to go to school, Mom?” Hazel whines.

“Theodore, I really don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Bella hisses, ignoring her daughter’s repeated tugs on the sleeve of her shirt.

“I just have one quick errand to run this morning, Gracie, but after that I promise I am yours for the rest of day. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yes!” she exclaims. “I love you so much, Dad!”

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run, rabbit.

part one of my superpowers au

Abram doesn’t know who he is anymore.

That sounds odd, but everywhere they go, he has a new name.

Alex, Stefan, Chris, and those are just the ones he can remember.

His memories started fading around Stefan, where Mary had managed to slip them past the staff of a run-down motel after narrowly escaping the Butcher’s men.

“Abram, listen to me.” she had said, grabbing him by the shoulders hard enough to bruise the skin underneath his shirt. “I need you to repeat after me.  Don’t look back. Don’t slow down. Don’t trust anybody. Do you understand?”

He had repeated those words with cold accuracy, like the bite of a bullet as it tore right through you. She had hugged him after that, a foreign thing to both of them. Affection wasn’t a common thing between them anymore, not after Abram danced with death a week before. Since then, Mary was like the ghost of a mother he once had. Her hands gained more unfamiliar callouses, and they lost their familiar softness as well, becoming akin to brittle branches on a dying tree. Her face became gaunt and sunken with malnutrition. Her face looked as if someone had clipped the skin at her cheeks back with clothespins. Abram brought this to light and offered her some of the grapefruits he had stolen from a fruit stand they had passed.

She only shook her head and pushed it back towards him. “You need it more than I do. Now hurry up and eat so we can leave. We’ve been here for too long.”

Then they were running again, and Abram’s memories blurred together like a wet watercolor painting.

Then they vanished and he was a new canvas for Mary to disguise.

She hadn’t been the textbook definition of a “good mother”, but she had kept him alive for 17 years and that’s all that mattered.

And, after all those years, now he was burning her body.

She had been bleeding out for the past mile and a half, he recalls. And then she had collapsed at the wheel, sending their car skidding into the white sugar sand.

There hadn’t been much of a goodbye, as he had been too busy weeping to do nothing but nod as she screamed empty words as him and he repeated them back to her like a broken record. Satisfied, Mary smiled as he nodded rapidly, then didn’t move at all. Neil didn’t cry then, his reservoir drying up almost instantaneously. Wordlessly, he took the bright red canister of gasoline from the trunk of the car, then began dousing the car in it. Mary’s body wouldn’t move, and the sickly velcro-like sound that came from trying to peel her blood slick body from the vinyl of the car seat sent him dry heaving into the sand more than once, so it stayed put where it was. He reached out and closed her dull brown eyes with two fingers, lit a match, and threw it into the car. The gasoline caught immediately and the stench of burning flesh caused Abram to throw up the remaining bile in his stomach, his chest going into spasms long after his stomach had been emptied. While the fire blazed, he reached in and grabbed bleach white bones from the seat and plunged them into the foamy sea next to him. After washing the bones off in the water, Abram let the burns on his hands heal themselves before digging into the sand and scraping his hands raw again. He placed what was left of his mother into the self-dug hole and cried, turning the white sand gray with uncontained sorrow.

Abram shoveled sand back over the hole and placed a single shell on the mound, marking the grave of the woman who raised him up and taught him to run, the woman who hardened into glass to protect her son, the woman who had given way after standing tall for so long

Abram picked himself up, took one last look at the embers of a past life, and ran.

Mary Hatford was no more, and neither was Abram.

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punished (jeremy gilbert one-shot)

Prompt: Your best friend Jeremy went on a hunting trip per Alaric’s request, and he specifically asked you to stay home. You, of course did the opposite and it almost cost you your life.

Requested: imagine number two with Jeremy Gilbert (picked from THIS list)

Pairing Jeremy Gilbert x Reader

Warnings: smut, lil rough smut maybe, spanking, nsfw image

A/N: I’m rereading this and holy shit this sucks. I’m sorry everyone. I’m still working to improve my smut writing. I hope you guys don’t dislike this as much as I do.

Jeremy pulls you inside your home and he slams the door shut and locks it. You wince and jump as he lets go of your hand and runs his hands through his long brown locks. He remained silent for a few more moments before sliding his hands across a small dresser and knocking everything down.


He sits down on your couch and runs his hands through his hair once again. You are tempted to pull his hands away, but you hold yourself back. After all, you directly disobeyed Jeremy’s order and this time, you put your life at stake.

“You know, normally I get mad, but I brush it off because you’re okay. You only want to help and I understand that, Y/N, believe me I do.” Jeremy looks at you tiredly and your heart wrenches. “But this time you put yourself on the line to save me. How the hell would I be able to live with myself?”

Jeremy whimpers and you immediately walk over to him, engulfing him in a hug he eagerly returns. He wraps his arms tightly around your back and yours immediately go around his shoulders. He holds you close and pulls you into his lap, as though he’d lose you if he let go.

“You’re the only person who keeps me sane, Y/N. You’re my beautiful best friend,” Jeremy whispers against the crook of your neck and nuzzles you. “God I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re all I’ve got, Jer,” you rub his head and hold him close. “If scheming behind your back means that I get to keep you alive, I will do it.”

“What?” He pulls away slightly and looks up at you.

“If I hadn’t stepped in, Michael would have killed you,” you whispered, unable to meet his gaze. “Elijah was in town and decided to warn me, so I immediately went to Rick and it turns out that Klaus told Stefan the same thing.” You brush the hair out of his eyes and kiss his forehead. “I’m so happy you’re alive, Jeremy. I’d gladly risk myself for you, for a person who is so full of determination and light,” you whisper and kiss his closed eyes.

“I love you,” Jeremy whispers and his warm breath hits your neck as you look down a him, ready with your usual reply. “No, Y/N,” he whispers and lays gentle kisses along your jaw. “I’m so in love with you.”

“Jer,” your breath becomes caught in your throat as he removes himself from you, ready for rejection. “I never thought you’d say that.” He looks up at you and you place your lips against his, as though in a rush.

Jeremy responds fervently, one hand splayed across the small of your back as he intensifies the kiss. His free hand reaches up and lightly tugs your hair, causing you to gasp. He takes that opportunity to let his tongue slide into the crevice of your eager mouth. Your tongues wrestle as Jeremy lets his hands wander to your ass. You gasp and he removes his mouth from yours only to place it alongside your neck.

“You’re so, so beautiful Y/N,” Jeremy whispers against your neck as he lays soft, fluttering kisses against the base of your throat. “I can’t believe I almost lost you tonight.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily, Gilbert,” you chuckle breathlessly and tug on his hair as he sucks down on your sweet spot.

“Who says I want to?” His lips quirk up one end as he looks down at the mark near your collarbone.

You let out a small hum of appreciation before moving your lips to Jer’s neck, causing him to whimper slightly. You kiss the side and slowly make your way to the small patch of skin just below his ear. You nip him lightly and he lets out a low moan, gripping your ass roughly. Smirking, you begin to suck on his sweet spot until a purple splotch covered it. You feel Jer’s erection growing underneath you and you gasp, closing your eyes to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jeremy groans and tugs your hair. “I’m so upset with you but I love you so much.”

“Take your anger out on me,” you whisper and his breath hitches in his throat, eyes darting to yours.

“W-what?” Jeremy squeaks out as you slowly stand in front of him.

“Take your anger out on me,” you whisper again, hoping that he catches on to what you’re saying. His eyes grow dark as a smirk makes it way to his lips.

“Oh dear, sweet Y/N, you’ve got no idea what you’re in for, do you?” Jer whispers and pulls you close. He lifts  up your shirt lightly and lays a small kiss on your bare stomach, close to your navel. He looks at you and waits a moment before his expression hardens and he suddenly smacks your ass. “I asked you a question.”

“S-sorry. I-I don’t know what I’m in for, no,” you whisper and look him in the eye as you bite your lip.

“It’s okay,” Jeremy whispers, resting his chin against your abdomen as his right hands rubs the area he smacked. “Sorry, babe. I know it stings, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.” Jeremy sits back and watches you. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Yes,” you nod immediately, never breaking eye contact. “I need this,” you whisper as Jeremy snarls.

“Turn around for me,” he whispers and you spin on your heels, your ass now in his face. Your short skirt made Jeremy moan, his erection growing immensely.

“Take your shirt off,” he sits up, elbows on his knees.You quickly turn around and look at him, confused. “I don’t need to repeat myself, do I?”

You shake your head and quickly remove your shirt, allowing your nude mesh bra to come to his view. Jeremy leans forward and grabs your clothed breasts in his hands, gently kneading them as you whimper under his touch.

“I want to hear you, princess,” he whispers and removes his hands from your breasts to your ass, squeezing gently and causing you to moan. “Just like that. I want to hear how I make you feel.” You nod as he continues to rub your ass, your hands moving towards your breast in hopes of creating more pleasure.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jeremy yells out and immediately removes himself from you, leaving you vulnerable and confused. “You cannot play with yourself, touch yourself, or bring any sort of pleasure to yourself. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper and remove one hand from your breast. He raises his brows at you and you nod, melting under the intensity of his gaze and removing your other hand as well.

“Good girl,” he whispers and smacks your ass. “Take off your bra,” he whispers, biting your bare abdomen in the process. You quickly oblige, throwing your bra across the room a few seconds later. Jeremy’s lips slowly move up towards your breast, sucking and nipping on the skin around it.

“J-Jer,” you squirm and breathe heavily as his lips finally find their way to your sensitive buds. His left hand grabs your right breast, taking your nipple between his index finger and thumb while his mouth works on your left side. You let out a soft scream as he takes your bud between his teeth and smirks at you.

“You’re so sexy,” Jeremy whispers and sits back, lounging on the sofa. He pulls off his shirt and unbuckles his belt, slowly pushing down his pants and pulling out his erect member. You stood there, eyes wide and mouth silent as you took in his size. Jeremy was huge, thick and large as his eyes raked over your body. He wrapped his hand around his member and moaned, slowly moving his hand up and down his length. You tried to move forward and help him, but he held up a hand.

“Don’t move, Y/N. Let me watch you squirm as I touch myself. Watch my cock grow and wish you could have it in you, in your mouth,” he whispers and you shiver, the pool in your panties only growing bigger. Jeremy moans your name as he continues pumping his member.

You watch him and squirm, wishing that you could find your release with him. You watch his face as he causes himself pleasure while thinking of you. You wish it was you that was giving him the pleasure instead, you wish that he would ram his thick cock in and out of you. Before you can stop yourself, you move your hand down to the pool of your panties and you slowly push your panties aside and rub your folds.

“Y/N!” Jeremy yells and you look up at him, just then noticing what you had done. “I thought I said no touching yourself?”

“Y-yes,” your eyes widen and you nod. “I-I’m so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again,” you whimper and Jeremy stands, walking over directly behind you.

“Damn right it won’t,” he whispers and his hand immediately pushes past your panties and slaps your opening. “THIS,” Jeremy pinches your folds together and you yelp, arching back against him. “This is mine,” he growls against your neck, letting go of your folds and finding your clit. “THIS,” he flicks your clit and you moan loudly. “THIS is mine. No one but me can play with it. Understood?” You nod quickly and his hands rub your slit. His free hand smacks your ass much more roughly than before. “I need words, Y/N. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper breathily and Jeremy hums in appreciation, his mouth marking the side of your neck as his hand moves quickly over you in an almost animalistic manner.

“Who does this beautiful, soaking pussy belong to, Y/N?” Jeremy nips your earlobe as his slim fingers rub circles against your slit.
“Y-YOU!” You scream out as Jeremy rams two fingers inside of you, his thumb working on your clit.

“All mine,” he growls, his fingers rapidly moving on and out of you as his thumb flicked your clit repeatedly.

“I-I’m so close,” you whimper and Jeremy’s movements stop almost immediately, causing you to whine. “W-Wha–?”

“I’m punishing you,” he whispers and rubs his erection against your clothed ass before removing himself from you completely. He smirks as you turn around to face him. “I’m gonna go take a cold shower, babe.” Jeremy winks and quickly walks away, leaving you flustered and breathless.

Masterpiece - Domestic Linstead Part 2

A/N: So last week after posting the first domestic prompt, my girl Sherri and I were talking and I said something about the responsibility the writers have to make the fandom feel better when all is shit. That never felt more true than today, and to quote my dear friend @justkillingtimewhileiwait: *dramatically swinging cape over shoulders and fastening it*: “WE WILL SAVE YOU!!” (with fluff that is haha).

Brought to you by an amazing @justkillingtimewhileiwait and her biggest fan (me).

Enjoy darlings, and together, we can totally make it four months!

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twistedaydreams  asked:

i just thought of something: anti wasn't wearing the shirt™ in epidemic. all he did was drop in for, like, two seconds before disappearing. ever since october, anytime he's appeared, he's only worn the shirt™, even in the detention videos. not only that, but sean's been reblogging a lot of stuff & tagging it with cryptic words/phrases lately. is it just me or does it seem like history looks like it's beginning to repeat itself?

alSO I REALIZED SOMETHING ELSE. you know how anti told us he’s always there, always watching? we can technically say the same to him; “we’re always there, always watching” (idk it just hit me all of a sudden and i thought it was worth sharing lmao)

That’s a really good observation, actually! And you are 100% right. Both about the shirt thing and about history repeating itself. I honestly think he might pull some Anti bullshit when he’s away in LA OR when he gets home. Kind of leaning towards when he gets back to Brighton bc he loves seeing the fanbase explode lmao