i want to bite that jaw

Cookies (M)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Wonho x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,

Word Count: 3,035

Summary:  You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.

A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.


Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.

Until you met 10A.

10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.

He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.

“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.

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Annon:
Hi I don’t know if you can do a bill Skarsgard imagine like bill brothers come to visit you two and you an bill have a little fun at night😉😉and in the morning his brothers tease you both about how loud you are and bill was defending you and yeah ejeje thank you!! “Smut” please thanks!       

@harleysgothamonline
Hello, desperate fangirl here! Could you possibly do an imagine where the reader and Bill get into a huge argument just having a screaming match and they are both screaming and crying and she’s hitting his chest out of anger, and then they both make up by kissing passionately and cuddling. It’s okay if you want to pass on that idea, I promise I won’t be butt hurt lol.

Warnings: Language, smut.

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I mixed two request, I’ve changed the roles just a little. This is my firs time writting smut and I really sucks… sorry about that, I‘ve tried my best, sorry for my horrible english.

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: “You moan like a princess”

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“Stop yelling, Y/N, my siblings are in the next room” Bill whispered trying to stay calm despite his girlfriend still yelling at him without reason

“I DON’T CARE THEY’RE IN HERE BILL” She yelled furiously, feeling her heart beating faster against her chest  

“Why are you so angry, Y/N? WHAT DID I DO NOW?” he asked without understanding, twining his fingers in his hair, starting to feel desperate.  

“I SAW YOUR CELLPHONE” She confessed with tears in her eyes “I SAW YOUR MESSAGES WITH THAT SLUT, BILL!”  She felt the bitter tears begin to slide down her red cheeks. Bill looked at her, he was furious, his girlfriend had been snooping on his cellphone without permission

“WHY DID YOU CHECK MY PHONE, Y/N?” He asked angrily, starting to yell too

“OH MY GOD! I JUST FOUND YOUR MESSAGES WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU…  Oh God , I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BILL!” She tried to look at him, but tears clouded her vision and she felt how her heart break into a thousand pieces. Bill stayed quiet, looking at who he believed was the love of his life, crying furiously in front of him and he felt like the worst human being.

“I’m sorry” He whispered with a broken voice, approaching her, trying to hold her, but she walks away

“YES, YOU SHOULD SORRY” She kept yelling, not with anger but sadness

“Y/N, it’s not what you think, nothing ever happened with her” He tried to hug her desperately and she hits him on the chest

“I’m not stupid, Bill” She hits him again trying to get away from him, but he was holding her tight

“I know you’re not, Y/N, please” He begged with tears in his eyes “I love you”

“No, you don’t” She sobbed as he embraced her

“Hey…” He whispered and takes her chin with his fingertips “Look at me, my love” Y/N turned to see him, Oh God! She loved his green eyes “You have to believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you” He said more relaxed

“But I saw the messages, Bill, you can’t deny it!”

He sighed heavily.

The truth was that in the last few months, Bill had been planning his marriage proposal to Y/N, and his best friend had agreed to help him with it, the messages really could be misunderstood because they just talked about meeting in certain places to talk about it

“She was helping me to plan my marriage proposal” he confesses in distress “Now it’s all ruined, but I don’t care because I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he walked to the dressing table and take the fake flowers from the clay vase, he reached into the vase and pulled out a small black box.

He went back to Y/N and showed it to her “It’s not as I had planned it, actually Gustaf and Alex were here to help me with it but… damn it! You’d to be a psycho girlfriend, dear!” Y/N looked at him in puzzlement, with one hand covering her mouth, feeling the stupidest woman on the planet, she was trembling and couldn’t control it, Bill rested his forehead on hers; she could feel his warm breath and breathe his favorite cologne that she loved it so much, chamomile and mint, she looked into his eyes “be my wife” he whispered opening the little box

“Oh my god”

“is it a yes?”

“Yes” She whispered almost inaudibly.

Bill took the ring and put it on her finger. He kissed her,  holding her tightly by the waist, but it wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was one full of desire. It wouldn’t be the first time they ended up having sex after an argument.

He was much taller than her, but Y/N manages to take a small leap by wrapping her legs around his waist; Bill walked with her and they lie down on the bed while still kissing

“Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you prefer to stay and kiss to see how this continues?” He said between kissed. Y/N looked at him and responded with another kiss even more passionate than the previous one.

Her hands had begun to play with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until completely removed. She loved to see him like that, she adored his milky skin and his Adam’s apple moving every time is swallowed, she loved his dilated pupils giving a special touch to the green of his eyes, and his velvet lips, Dear God.

Bill had taken her dress off along with her dark bra, his kisses had begun to run down her neck and shoulder making her gasp slightly, his velvet lips begging to fiddle with her left nipple making her squirm under him and panting wildly, his right hand low up brushing the thin fabric of her underwear, feeling as she began to get wet just for him, her thighs trembled.  

Y/N tried to control her hips, but she was desperate to feel some friction, so she took his hand and guide him inside her panties, he began to touch her gently rubbing her clit, she struggled not to moan to loudly, after all Bill’s brothers were in the next room. He slides his fingers inside her and she twisted her neck letting exposed to him, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to kiss it and suck it slightly causing it to form a small hickey that would disappear soon.

He stopped touching her “What happened?” She asked confused “Why did you stop?”

“It seems you aren’t enjoying what I’m doing” He replied, whispering in her ear. His warm breath crashing against her skin, excited her even more.

“Your brothers are in the other room, Bill”

“I thought you didn’t mind, sweetheart” He tested her, lifted one eyebrow playfully as he licked her earlobe, making her moan softly.

“Bill, please” she whispered

“I want you to scream my name” He slip another finger inside her and felt her scratching his arm.

“Bill” she whispered breathlessly as he began to move his fingers inside her, she moved her hips and moan against his neck “more…” She begged him

“I can’t hear you, sweetie”

“Fuck me, Bill” She begged, biting his jaw gently and arranging to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, touching his prominent bulge, he groaned at her touch and without thinking twice she moved her hand inside his boxers taking his erection.

“Shee-it, Y/N” He settled between her legs and gently slide inside her as he kissed her hardly, he lets out a small groan as she scratched his back in response, he started thrusting faster and harder

In a quick movement, Y/N was on top of him, riding his cock and scratching his chest with every movement she made, Bill held her by the waist to gain the most stimulation with each stroke. He loved her, he loved her waist, her messy hair and her breasts moving to the beat of both.

She began to feel how the heat grew inside her and her calves began to tingle, as it happened every time she was about to reach an orgasm, she also felt how Bill’s muscles began to tense beneath her… “Y/N” He groaned as he clutched her breasts and took her neck to draw her closer to him and kiss her with passion finally thrusting their both into a climax.

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Y/N and Bill were in the kitchen making breakfast, they heard footsteps and laughter in the hall, Gustaf and Alex appeared and sat on the kitchen counter in front of both

“Good morning guys” Y/N greeted them while turning a pancake with the spatula

“Good morning, Y/N” replied Gustaf “How about last night guys?” he asked as he serve a cup of coffee, Y/N and Bill cross glances and laugh “I mean… we heard you arguing”

“And other stuff” Alex joked

Y/N felt her cheeks begin to turn pink and laughed nervously, she knew these two too well and they wouldn’t hesitate to joke “I don’t know which one is noisier, if my brother or his girlfriend” mocked Alex and Bill turned to see him angrily

Gustaf let out a loud laugh “Bill you moan like a princess”

Y/N laughed and watched Bill’s jaw began to tighten

“I mean… Dad would be very disappointed in you, brother” Alex stood up to reach a mug

Y/N laughed and walked over to Bill “Let him alone guys” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck “I love your moans baby, don’t mind them” she confessed giving him a kiss on his lips and gigglin.

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I want you to moan. I want you to gasp in my ear, pretending like you’re trying to hide the sound, like you’re trying to smother it, but I still hear it. I want your fingernails to dig into my skin and your lips to move faster and harder and deeper against mine. I want your eyes to roll back in your head and your body to push into mine, until we’re sticking to each other’s skin. I want to feel the heat radiating from your skin, I want to feel your muscles shake against my flesh. I want you to beg and I want you to throw your head back, shuddering for breath. I want your neck to be exposed for me to bite and your chest to be bare so it can be skin on skin, flesh on flesh. I want your legs wrapped around me, I want us to grind on each other so hard it makes your muscles clench and your jaw drop and your eyes have a look of pure ecstasy.
—  I want you.

kit-kat-ronnie  asked:

22 for Klance?? I want ppl to realise how strong my blue boi is

22 - “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”


Lance waits with Keith at the front of the dorm rooms, watching dead leaves get churned up in the cold, morning wind. Their breath comes out in visible clouds and Keith pulls his hood up around his ears. His large suitcase stands between them.

“You don’t have to wait with me.” He says.

“Nah, it’s fine. I was up. Figured you’d want the company.” Lance shrugs. He still wears his pyjamas underneath his coat. His short hair is spiked at odd angles from sleep. Keith smiles gently. 

“Well thank you. That’s nice of you.”

“Also someone said your brother was hot and I’m really curious.” Lance smirks. Keith elbows him sharply in the ribs, which only makes Lance laugh harder.

“Here I thought you were being a good friend.”

“I’m your only friend. The bar is pretty low.”

“Hey,” Keith warns. Lance’s smile falters. He presses the back of his hand against Keith’s but doesn’t dare to hold it. Not yet.

“Hey, you know I’m kidding. Hunk and Pidge really love you.”

“You’re so convincing.” Keith drones.

“I’m your roommate. It’s in my job description to sass you.” Lance bumps their shoulders. Keith concedes and laughs. He bites his lip and glances at Lance through his dark hair. His cheeks are flushed pink from the cold. Lance swallows. 

Despite their initial friction, Lance has become a valuable part of Keith’s university experience. He’s the only reason Keith has any sort of social circle, he’s the only reason his nutrition hasn’t collapsed completely… he’s the only reason Keith smiles on the hard days. Lance’s chatter and warm expressions have become a staple part of Keith’s routine, and if he’s perfectly honest, keith isn’t sure how he’ll make this christmas break without them. He sighs. Their shoulders still touch. Lance’s fingers brush against his.

“Lance…”

But Keith is cut off by a sleek sedan pulling to a stop in from of them. The driver cheerily pushes the horn, before emerging. He’s tall, broad, and pre-maturely grey in the fringe, but otherwise youthful and handsome. Lance lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, Pidge was right.”

Keith elbows Lance again.

“Don’t talk about him like that.”

“I can definitely see you’re from the same genetic stock.” lance teases. Keith blushes.

“I’m adopted actually.”

“Huh…” Lance blinks. He tries to not look visibly uncomfortable, but he’s at a loss for words. He just nods.

“You two are still hot though. My point remains.” 

Keith groans and shoves him. He tries to distract Lance from noticing the growing blush on his cheeks. The two push each other and giggle until Shiro approaches. 

“Bro!” He exclaims, before sweeping Keith into a crushing hug. Lance had grappled with Keith enough times, fighting over the last donut or whatnot, to know that he was anything but weak. However, wrapped up in Shiro’s much stronger arms, Keith looks small and even delicate. Lance laughs loudly as Keith wriggles and shouts.

“Shiro! Stop! Put me…!” He kicks out his legs and tries to slip through his arms.

“I missed you! C’mon! Too cool to hug your brother now?” Shiro finally releases the smaller boy. Keith pouts. Lance clears his throat.

“Keith, are you being rude?” Shiro arches an eyebrow in Lance’s direction.

“What?” Keith follows his gaze. “Oh yeah! Shiro, this is my…” He pauses. roommate felt way too impersonal, but it was also accurate. Friend? No… that feels wrong. More than friend? God, that’s too strong, and he doesn’t want Lance to panic. 

“… my friend, Lance. He’s also my roommate.” Keith covers all the bases he can. He feels it accurately tells Shiro who Lance is anyway.

“Hey, I’m Takashi. You can call me Shiro.” Shiro holds out his hand. Lance shakes it.

“Lance.”

“Thanks for looking after my brother.”

“Oh, I didn’t…”

“If Keith is still alive I know he had help.” Shiro laughs. Keith pouts. Lance grabs Keith’s wrist and rubs his finger along the soft skin on the underside. Keith sighs and feels warm.

“Well, Keith’s kept me in check too. I would have failed my exams if it weren’t for him.”

“Well that’s good. Glad he’s still focused on learning.” Shiro places his hands on his hips and beams like a proud father.

“Keith, sorry, but we’ve gotta head off if we wanna beat traffic.”

Keith nods. Shiro runs back to the car and pops the trunk. Lance grabs the suitcase before Keith gets a chance. 

“Lance, you don’t have to…”

“No, let me help.” He walks the suitcase over and hoists it up. “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.” He winks and drops it into the back. Keith shakes his head.

“I know you are.” 

Lance sheepishly grins. He steps forward. His hands move awkwardly at his sides before he decides to gently punch Keith in the arm.

“Have a great christmas man.”

“You too.”

They share a quiet moment. Shiro counts to 10 before he interrupts. 

“Keith…”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Keith and Lance share a glance. 

“I gotta…”

“I know. I’ll message you.”

Keith waves before he slips into the passenger seat. Lance stays on the curb, his hands sinking into his coat pockets, and smiles. Keith feels emptiness erupt in his chest. His hand pauses on his seatbelt. The car’s rumble vibrates underneath him and Shiro releases the handbrake. He begins to shift out of park.

“Wait! hang on!” Keith releases his seatbelt and opens the door. Shiro swears as he quickly hits the break so he doesn’t roll over his brother’s foot.

Keith jogs back up to Lance, who stands with a shocked but amused expression. 

His eyes widen further when keith kisses him.

It’s quick and chaste. A light pressure and hot breath. Keith pulls away and Lance blinks.

“I uh…” Keith’s eyes dart to the side. “I want to talk to you about…. about something when I get back.”

Lance’s shock fades and he melts into a wide grin. He tips Keith’s chin up and kisses him. A bit longer. His eyes closed and his hand just barely cupping his jaw. He pulls away and brushes Keith’s hair out of his face. He’s always wanted to do that and it sent a thrill through his stomach. 

“I’ll call you tonight. I can’t wait until you get back.”

Keith beams. He bites his lower lip.

“Ok.” 

He starts to walk backwards and fumbles with the car door handle.

“I gotta…”

“Go! I know!” Lance laughs.

“We’ll talk!”

“We’ll talk.” Lance nods. 

Keith slips back into the car and barely notices the movement of them pulling away and driving down the road. He’s too lost in his own happiness and thoughts. 

“Soooooo…. not just a friend then?” Shiro teases.

“Shut up.” Keith rolls his eyes.

“My bro’s all grown up!” Shiro wipes away a fake tear.

“I said shut up!”

first impressions - peter parker x reader

w/c: 838

warnings: none!!

Could you do a peter x stark!reader where he comes over to get a look around and the ( homeschooled ) reader walks in in a croptop and tony complains like “ you know I don’t like you wearing that shirt bc it’s too ” and she interrupts notrlly caring “ revealing Ik ” and grabs an apple and turns to a nervous peter and says “ sup hot stuff ” and bites it then winks and leaves ? You can finish the rest. Sorry it’s so specific ❤️ 😂

a/n: i got this request ages ago and i really loved it but i just got the motivation to do it so here it is! i hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by hardyness

To say Peter was nervous to visit the Avengers compound was an understatement. Especially because this time he would actually be getting the tour, not just brought in for five minutes to be offered a job as an Avenger. As he rode in the car with Happy on the way there, a million thoughts rushed through his head. What if I break something? What if I go into an area that I shouldn’t go into? What if I accidentally say something rude to one of the Avengers? And then, as if his anxiety couldn’t get any worse, he remembered that Mr. Stark had a daughter that lived at the compound: you.

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Scarecrow Boyfriend

I’ve been wanting to do a Scarecrow bf for a long time! In fact one of my first requests from @tenefix​ was for a scarecrow! So this has been a super long time coming. Enjoy!

A long time again, when you were little, your brothers played a horrible joke on you. One day they took you through the cornfield on the tractor. Everything seemed fine until they asked you to go pick some to take home. When you got off the tractor you reached for the nearest stalk. They told you to go further, the best corn was that way. You did so, going deep inside and picking several ears. When you went back, they were gone.

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Our Little Secret - Part Thirteen

Summary: Your and Dean’s fight hits you hard, you don’t know how to fix it, you don’t know how to talk it out and now you have to work a case that hits a little too close to home.

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Kink(s)/Square Filled: Touch Starvation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 6500

Warnings:language, fighting, angst, smut, oral, feels

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I’m really loving these character and this series. Thank you for your wonderful responses. I also love the debate that this made last night, it’s so special to see people invested enough in these characters that they pick sides. A special thank you to the people who looked this over for me @atc74 and @sylverminx

This is unbetaed, all mistakes are my own

***THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS CLOSED**

The tears stream down your face, hot and messy, you don’t bother to brush them away. You don’t know where you were planning on going, your feet are stuck here in the dimly lit parking lot as your eyes search, brain on overdrive trying to think of something, anything to make this better.

A hand on your shoulder makes you fling around, scared, you hadn’t heard Sam walk up behind you, “Y/N?”

You don’t say anything, just wrap your arms around your friend and let him pull you against him as he tells you that everything is going to be alright.

His arms loosen and he pulls your face up, “Where are you going?”

“I-I don’t know,” you sob, the words tumbling out.

“Come on,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, “nothing’s open now anyways.”

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Into You [Side to Side Pt. 2]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request(s)(Ooh boy here we go):

  • Wow! I loved your Peter Parker imagine. Pleeaaassseee do more of those because damnnnn
  • side to side is soo perfect akhjjkfjkas im in love pls write another part
  • Park 2 for side to side?
  • Can I please get a continuation to side to side. Please!!! I loved it, could it be the smutty continuation please ❤️ Love your writing BTW

Word Count: 3148… I got carried away with this… Sorry/not sorry

Song: Gee I wonder… Into You by Ariana Grande

Summary: You and Peter work out what happened at the gym in the most sinful way possible… by doing it again. Only this time, you get it right.

Warnings: Sinsinsinsinsin, swearing, oral (both receiving), creepy Flash, idk if there are any warnings that aren’t smut related tbh

Author’s Note: I need to specify apparently, both Peter and the reader are the same age. Nothing illegal is happening in this, don’t hate on me. ALSO! This is my first smut ever. Pass me some holy water, y’all this is some spicy shit.

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Yo! Fr I feel like Harry's into that big dick pounding shit too! So imagine y/n is like 18-19 and Harry was her first. So they've been together for a while now and stuff and she's really kinky in general! But with Harry she's even more kinky! And like, one day Harry just decides to grab her by her waist, push her onto the bed, face first. Pull her panties down and thrust into her without a word. And he has her lifted up by her hips pounding tf out of her while she squeaks and whimpers!

Yo 👀👀 Being younger than Harry in general I feel is a kink.

It’s the type of thing where he’d be gentle and soft with her because she’s younger and he just wants to protect and love all over her and treat her like a proper princess. He’d coax himself inside her and fuck her with slow, deep thrusts, murmuring encouragement into her ear as his hips take her with a caring stride.

“You okay, sweetheart? Not too rough, am I? Feels good— Daddy feels good, baby?”

“That’s my good girl. Always so sweet and tight for me, yeah? I’ll take good care of you— make sure you always feel like the proper princess you are.”

“Squeeze for me, darling. Atta girl. Taught you well, didn’t I?”

But there’d be times she just wants him to fuck her all rough and dominant because, yeah, she’s a bit younger but she’s not made of glass. Sometimes a girl just needs to be man-handled.

And she’d tell him to be tougher— to pull her hair, scratch down her back, tug her nipples, bite her lips, and spank her until she’s red as a cherry.

Harry would chuckle softly, tugging her towards the bed gently as cupping her jaw with both of his big palms, leaning down to take her mouth in a heavy kiss that has her toes curling against the carpeted floor. He’d smirk into her mouth, mumbling his words slyly. “Get me my rings, will you?”

Then he’d have her put them on each of his fingers with her teeth, watching with furrowed brows as she sinks her pretty lips over each of his digits, the damp softness of the inside of her mouth making his hands twitch. She sucks each finger fervently, whimpering through a full mouth as she rocks against one of his bare thighs, wanting to feel him fucking her senseless.

He’d take her over his knee and swat at her bum until she’s dripping down her thighs, knees quaking as she mewls in pleasure. He loves the way his rings mark on her ass just as much as she loves the cold sting of the metal imprinting over her skin.

And when he finally rams himself inside her harshly, she let’s out a garbled scream, whimpering at the way he slams against her soft thighs and yanks at her sweaty roots.

Harry leans forward and presses their chests together, catching her lips in his mouth and chewing on them with no remorse as she squeaks and gasps onto his tongue.

“This what you wanted?” He growls through gritted teeth, going harder by the minute, digging his nails into her scalp as he uses his other hand to work her hips against his, fingertips kissing bruises across her waist. “Want Daddy cramming inside you so hard y’feel like you’re gonna break?”

“Y-Yeah…”

Harry tugs at her hair, her head snapping back to expose her sweaty throat as she swallows heavily, whining with need.

He skims his swollen lips over the center of her juglar, kissing lightly over the area, the sweet gesture contrasting his ruthless pace. “Want me to talk dirty to you, pet? Want me to make you feel like the dirty little thing you know you are?”

And she’d nod her head with enthusiasm, wanting to hear him call her names.

“Naughty little cock slut always begging for it, aren’t you? So used to having boys trying to take care of you, can’t get enough now that you have a real man fucking you right.”

Hurt one of us and you face us all ~The Originals~

You stomped into the kitchen, slamming your bag down on the counter. Your dried tear stained cheeks probably leaving foundation stripes over your cheeks along with the short lines of the weak mascara you wore. 

The bruise forming under your eye already visible from your angle. It pounding slightly. You had to stifle another sob from escaping your throat as another body moved into the kitchen without warning. As swift as a ghost. 

“Good evening darling,” Elijah’s voice came from behind you as you immediately turned towards the fridge. You quickly opened it, sniffing to keep back the tears. Ravaging around the three or four consumable things for you- the only human in the house. 

“Hey Elijah.” you quickly replied, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge trying to wipe at your cheeks and your eyes. You could hear him walking around behind you. 

“Are you hungry? I can fix you something? I’m sure you won’t appreciate a glass of blood” he remarked behind you. You forced a slight laugh, 

“No-no I’m fine thank you” you replied, taking a sip of your water. Carefully surveying the backdrop of the kitchen. You still not turning towards Elijah. They all had warned you. Kol, Rebekah, Elijah even Klaus had warned you about your boyfriend. The boy that you had been with for more than a year had finally showed his true colours tonight. 

He had cursed your name, uttered all your flaws, admitted that he cheated on you and enjoyed it, disrespected you and had lifted his hand against you. You should’ve listened to them. You should’ve listened to them because they knew who and what he truly was. 

“Y/N- may I ask you to turn to me?” Elijah questioned in his informative voice. 

You shook your head, forced to bite your lip as you didn’t want to cry about that pathetic ex boyfriend of yours especially not in front of Elijah. You heard him sigh and you could only imagine his facial expression. Regret, maybe a knowing glare but sadness. 

“Y/N” he soothed as he slowly put his hands on your shoulders forcing you to bite away the tears even harder. He slowly turned you around and his jaws clenched upon seeing your bruised facial feature. 

His hands gently cupped your face, his thumb grazing slightly over the bruise and then his eyes locked with yours. 

“Y/N, whatever might’ve happened- it is not your fault,” Elijah’s voice soothed as your eyes brimmed with tears once again. Then you heard footsteps behind Elijah and you ducked away but it was too late. Klaus had already saw you and he paced over to you. 

“What in the bloody hell is this?” he snapped angrily. You turned towards him slightly and his facial features morphed into anger. 

“Oh that bastard- how dare he!” Klaus exploded as Elijah opened a cupboard a few feet away from you. Klaus firmly took your face into one of his hands and inspected the bruise. Careful not to hurt you. His eyes danced in anger. 

“Death” he announced turning towards Elijah as well and you wanted to interject but Elijah turned and talked over you.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I have to agree with Niklaus” he spoke wetting a cloth in the sink next to you, “But first you need to tell us what happened” 

“I don’t need to know the full story to know I’m going to kill the lad” Klaus declared. 

“I’m fine- really just leave it both of you. It was just a misunderstanding but its over- ” you tried but Elijah slowly padded the bruise making you flinch slightly. 

“It is not fine- he physically abused you and most likely verbally and mentally and honestly Y/N he needs to be taught a lesson before meeting his maker” Elijah declared, slowly dabbing at the bruise a bit more. 

“Don’t try to tell us your fine your emotional state is all over the place” Klaus declared and you shrieked away from him. 

“I was just stupid- I should’ve listened” you declared. 

“You sure should have Love” Klaus declared as Elijah turned to his brother. 

“Niklaus you are not helping at the moment. I suggest you keep your mouth closed.” Elijah sarcastically replied. Klaus rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter keeping a watchful eye on what Elijah was doing. 

“He admitted he cheated” you sheepishly stated and Elijah clenched his jaw. You bit away tears that had suddenly creeped up on your eyes when you thought back at what he had said. Elijah saw and Klaus stiffened as well. 

“Whatever he said, whatever he insinuated, whatever he made you feel- it was lies and you deserve better than that low life.” Elijah said as the tears started falling from your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and you didn’t hold back. 

You cried into him. Him holding you tightly. 

“I’ve got you y/n” Elijah soothed as someone else entered the kitchen. That is when you wanted to disappear.  You pulled away from Elijah as he turned to see who entered and it was Rebekah. You saw her confused expression and then she stalked over to you. 

“Bloody asshole” she hissed as she slammed her arms around you and hugged you, Elijah moving out of the way. When you pulled away from her Klaus was angry all over again. 

“I won’t kill him, I’m just going to hurt him” Klaus declared and Rebekah nodded. 

“I’m in” she hissed as Elijah nodded in affirmation. 

“Let’s go then- he hurst one of us, he has to deal with all of us” Elijah said and Klaus and Rebekah stalked out of the kitchen. 

“You mean everything to us, Y/N” Elijah’s deep voice interrupted the brief moment of silence,  making you look up, “Your our family wether or not your a Mikaelsson or not” he informed. You smiled slightly, when he returned it and disappeared leaving you in the silence of the kitchen. Just when you thought you were alone boots  thumping on the floor, Kol strode in with a bat comfortable seated on his shoulder. 

“So I heard that so called boyfriend of yours hit you?” Kol knowingly stated, trying to provide an encouraging smile. You nodded sheepishly biting your lip slightly but before you could try and talk him out of anything he interrupted. 

“Well, I finally get to try out my new bat” he smiled and you couldn’t help but laugh at the smile he gave you before leaving. You quickly ran after him but when you turned the corner he was gone a small smile still playing on your lips. 

jungkook scenario | a breach of contract

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

➸ prompt: I’m a vampire, and you’re a human who’s prone to getting hurt. Please take better care of yourself, or I might not be able to control myself!

➸ pairing: vampire jungkook x donor reader

➸ requested by anon | 1.2k words | fluff


When you first became Jungkook’s donor he made you sign a contract.

Rule 1: He isn’t allowed to feed from you if you injure yourself and loose a lot of blood. (This rule comes into play more frequently than expected, since you manage to hurt yourself so often.)

Rule 2: You must take good care of your body, eating well so that the blood Jungkook takes will satisfy him. (Jungkook has been helping you with this one. As his donor, you now live in his house, and he makes sure to keep the fridge well stocked with fruit and vegetables for you.)

Rule 3: This is a strictly professional relationship, so no feelings are to be developed. (Since feeding is such a sensual experience, a lot of vampires ended up mating with their donors. But from the very start, Jungkook makes it clear that he doesn’t want that from you. You’re his source of life, not his source of love.)

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Friends Don’t Do That (Hyungwon x Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request:
“hey can i request a hyungwon smut pls? in which he’s like needy and whiny – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Hyungwon X Reader
Genre/warning(s):  fluffy smut?
Words: 2.6k
Authors note: He is one of my bias from Monsta X so like I’m in love with him? Hope you enjoy this fic

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syauska  asked:

For the lewd ask-story meme, how about... category 5, option 2, with Viktoria and Yuriko (I assume those are the gender-swapped variants?)

(SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE A FULL CHRONICLE OF THE ADVENTURES OF VIKTORIA NIKIFOROVA, CHRONIC U-HAUL LESBIAN, BUT FOR NOW PLEASE LET THIS SUFFICE)

Bradley Serrano is an American skater somewhat known within the community for being a creep. Viktoria has seen him compared to Christophe and always grimaces at whoever’s doing the comparing. Chris is a pervert, sure, but the only person he ever makes lewd comments about is himself. Chris has enough brains in his head to know that hovering over someone almost a full foot shorter than you is predatory, and that backing someone into a corner makes them deeply uncomfortable. 

Viktoria had a feeling that they wouldn’t be able to escape figure skating in a city full of figure skaters. Not even at a club.

“I would tell you not to get involved,” Chris says, watching Viktoria slowly unfold her legs, the crimson soles of her Louboutins reaching towards the floor as she slides off the barstool. They’re still dressed for the gala, even though they left ten minutes after it started when Chris huffed into his champagne glass and Viktoria hissed I could not agree with you more out of the corner of her mouth. “But I don’t think you’d listen to me.”

“Well,” Viktoria says, smoothing out the lines of her dress (Dolce and Gabbana, Fall/Winter 2015, Pink Tulle and Rose) and reaching up into her hair to pull out several strands. They fall about her chin, still curled elegantly. “You’re not wrong.” She hands Chris the rest of her drink, which she has been pretending is a martini. It’s vodka in a martini glass. She hates gin, and hates vermouth even more. 

“Godspeed,” Chris says, and knocks back the rest of it. 

Viktoria crosses the room to where Bradley has cornered his unwilling prey. She’s a dark-haired slip of a thing, with wide brown eyes and glasses on her nose. She’s wearing an unflattering and shapeless black dress with full-length sleeves and a crew neck. Someone’s grandmother’s idea of a little black dress. Also, a hideous striped blue satin sash around her waist.

She’s cute though, and is doing pretty well at tottering on a pair of pretty high heels despite her other fashion choices.

Viktoria sucks in a huge gust of air and releases it in a bleat of, “Darling!” that catches both of their attention. 

Bradley turns and raises an eyebrow. Viktoria came up in the senior division with Bradley and has always entertained fantasies of someday jabbing the heel of her stiletto into the meat of his foot and saying something cool and dramatic like, “I eat two-bit skaters like you for breakfast,” but she’s saving it for a time when she can afford to have the ISU expel her from competition for a season. Maybe it’ll be how she announces her retirement. 

“Darling, I’m so sorry, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Viktoria pushes past Bradley’s shoulder and takes the girl in her arms. She’s stiff against Viktoria’s shoulder. 

“So you know each other?” Bradley asks, trying to sound friendly. He’s not a friendly person, so it fails miserably. 

“Haven’t you met my girlfriend?” Viktoria asks, and if possible the girl stiffens up more. I’m rescuing you!! she wants to yell. Let me rescue you! “She’s at all my competitions. Isn’t that right, Kitten?”

“Um,” mumbles the girl. “Yes. That’s–yeah.”

“Oh?” Bradley says, and he and Viktoria aren’t even trying to subdue the open hostility in their eyes anymore. Your quads are sloppy and so are you, Viktoria shrieks from the front of her mind. “Do you have a favorite?”

“Um, well,” the girl stammers, and Viktoria feels her breath against her breast. She loosens her grip so that she can pull away if she wants to–oddly, the girl doesn’t even seem to notice. “I really love her free skate from this season, but my favorite of all time is–two years ago, she skated to Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity and she wore that rust-gold hankerchief dress with the swirling details on the bodice–”

Oh shit, goes Viktoria’s inner monologue. This chick literally knows who I am.

“But her Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien program will always hold a special place in my heart, as well.”

Bradley says, “Sounds like you caught yourself a fan, Vickie,” and Viktoria wants to sock him in the jaw so hard that a shiver goes down her spine. 

“Fucking bite me,” she snaps, and drags the girl away, both of them tottering on their heels as they lean on each other. They get across the room before Viktoria pulls away and straightens the girls’ hideous dress and very lovely hair. “Hi, sorry, I just–he’s a bastard, and you looked really uncomfortable, and I–hey, sorry, just a question, but do you know who I am?”

“Yes,” the girl murmurs, and leaves it at that.

Viktoria nods to herself, glances around the room and sees Bradley still staring like the creep he is. “What’s your name?”

“Yuri,” she murmurs, and Viktoria thinks how odd, because this girl is beautiful and slight and a name like Yuri doesn’t suit her at all. She adds, “It’s a girl’s name, in Japan,” because Viktoria must be doing that thing where she thinks so loudly that the room can hear it.

“Okay, Yuri, can I kiss you?”

Yuri squeaks. 

“It’s just that he’s not going to go away until–”

“Um, yes. You can kiss me. Um, yes. Please? Yes.”

Viktoria grins and leans down to kiss her. She smells like something fruity-sweet, apples or cherry blossom, and her lips are a little chapped. Her hair is so thick that it immediately integrates into Viktoria’s fingers when she sets her hand on Yuri’s jaw. 

Oh, goes something in Viktoria’s heart. Oh.

They part ways after a moment because someone bumps into Viktoria and she has to catch herself against the wall. There is a blush high on Yuri’s cheeks, and her hand is clenched in that stupid blue ribbon.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Viktoria asks. “Could I–anything you want. Could I?”

Yuri nods slowly.

GAY! I’M SO GAY!! Viktoria shriek-texts to Chris later, as she and Yuri are riding a cab back to the Sochi Marriot. Yuri had two champagne cocktails and she’s giggling quietly to herself at something on her phone as her hand inches up underneath Viktoria’s skirt. They’re staying in the same hotel. Viktoria is starting to think that maybe she should know who Yuri is. I AM A BEACON OF QUEERNESS IN THIS TAXI RIGHT NOW. HELP ME?

Do you honestly want to be helped? Christophe texts back.

Viktoria thinks about how badly she wants to put her mouth between Yuuri’s legs, how she wants to watch her tits fall out of her bra and feel the weight of them in her hands. And, because Viktoria is the worst kind of U-Haul lesbian on the face of the planet, she briefly lets herself fantasize about marrying Yuri in a ceremony by the sea. 

No, Viktoria says. That was more like an existential cry for help. Like I know I can’t be helped but I can still ask for it you know????

Use protection. I slid a dental dam under your door. Please don’t try to move in with her.

No promises, Viktor says, and then slides her phone back into her purse, takes Yuri by the back of the neck and glues their faces back together. Yuri’s hand moves fully up under Viktoria’s skirt and Viktoria can’t believe that she actually chose to wear underwear today.

They make it into the hotel with few mishaps, aside from perhaps the fact that Yuri takes off her shoes and sprints into the lobby barefoot, heels dangling by their straps from her fingers. Viktoria follows her and presses her against the mirror of the elevator, kisses down her neck. 

“How do you walk in those heels?” Viktoria asks, sloppy. “They’re so tall.”

“Ballet,” Yuri hisses. “Lots of ballet.” 

“Oh, oh.” Viktoria is imagining Yuri’s feet en pointe and this is not productive. Will she ever be able to wear this underwear again? Probably not.

They slam into Viktoria’s hotel room at top speed and Viktoria all but tosses Yuuri onto the bed, crawls on after her and immediately presses her whole face underneath Yuuri’s skirt. Let me die here, Viktoria thinks as she presses her nose against Yuri’s damp panties. I would be so happy. 

“Viktoria,” Yuri whispers, and Viktoria pulls her head away for only a moment so that she can pull Yuri’s underwear down. They’ve got poodles on them. Viktoria is in love

“Call me Vika,” Viktoria says, and sets to eating Yuri out with the kind of focus usually reserved for step sequences and braiding her own hair.

In the morning, Yuri is gone. 

Viktoria tells herself that this is fine. 

When the video of Yuri performing Stammi Vicino goes viral, Viktoria realizes where she might have erred. 

Don’t, Chris texts at one in the morning.

Viktoria does.

Sex with Drunk! Tom would be like

a/n: I don’t know if this is exactly what the anon wanted but I tried. I’m so sorry if don’t correspond to your expectations. I’m really I’m.
And I’m sorry for the grammatical mistakes as usual. Forgive me guys for this poor writing.
Actually forgive me father, I’ve sinned.

• everytime Tom is drunk he wouldn’t be able to stop talking
• he’d talk to every single person on the place he’s Spiderman at least twice
• he’d try to prove it doing a back flip or a side flick
• “Oh my fucking God. Thomas Stanley Holland don’t you dare try to do this”
• and as a good girlfriend you wouldn’t let he precedde with this insanity
• “Here you are. Guys, this is my girl. Isn’t she perfect? She’s so perfect”
• now he’s talking to every single person on the place that you’re his girl
• his dork side would emerge
• a lot of bad puns
• he’d get emotional over the problems of the world and sometimes maybe he’d cry over them (and he’d cry for the purest things in the world like “snakes don’t have arms”)
• Drunk! Tom likes hugs
• a lot
• he’d just hug everyone
• “Tom, give me this beer. I think you should drink some water now and sit a little bit okay?”
• “No, I’m going to dance.”
• Don’t try to argue bc hardly it’s going to listen (Drunk! Tom do whatever the fuck he wants unless it’s something that’s going to make him break a bone *of someone else*)
• even drunk he’s such a good dancer tho
• you wouldn’t be able to stop looking at the way his curly hair fall down on his face and at how beautiful his smile is
• he’d ask you to dance with him
• actually he’d drag you to the dance floor
• again don’t try to fight on this with him bc Drunk! Tom do almost what the fuck he wants
• everything would be fun and games until a sexy song begins to play
• the sexual tension would start with you running your fingers by his arms (oh lord, Tom’s arms I can’t handle) until you rest your hand on his neck tangling your fingers in the hair on the back of his head
• he’d shiver under your touch and that would make you bite your lips
• his hands would be in your waist and his eyes would be filled with lust
• you’d start to move your hips in the beat of the song and would let a soft kiss on his jaw so he’d grab your waist to pull you even closer
• one of his hands would hold your chin as he pass the thumb on your lips
• he defiantly didn’t expect for you to suck it so he’d let a throaty moan escape
• turing you around, Tom would pull you close enough to his chest be stuck on your back
• Drunk! Tom gets excited so much easier and at this point you’d feel his boner and why not tease him more?
• you’d start to moving your hips slowly up and down making him groan
• he’d move one of his hands to your throat and would start to kiss your neck
• you’d moan with one particular kiss on your sweet spot and he’d be able to feel the vibration through his hand
• that would let him even harder if it’s possible
• until the end of the music you’d provoke this poor baby without pity
• but as it ended he’d grab you by the hand and would take you to the most dark and hidden place
• before you even have time to ask what’s wrong he’d kiss you so hard
• he’d would raise on of your thighs to his hips and pull him even closer to your body
• he’d move his lips to your neck filling the hole area with kisses
• “Tom, you’re drunk. This is not a good idea. What if someone caught us?”
• “Darling, that is half of the fun”
• and with that phrase he’d turn you around and pull your underwear down in like three seconds
• his fingers would be stroking you making whimper
• as soon as he thought you’re wet enough for him (bc even out of his normal conscious state of mind he would always put your pleasure and comfort in first place) he’d take off his fingers of inside you
• and he’d suck his fingers just to feel your delicious taste
• he’d slowly penetrate inside you while grab your arm and bite your shoulder to hold a moan
• as he starts to thrust against you he’d start to moan and groan louder
• “Tom, we can’t keep going if you don’t be quiet.”
• now he’s biting your neck so hard to make sure he can drown any sound
• with one hand he’d rub your clit and with the other he’d play with your boobs
• he wouldn’t stop saying “I love you” and moan your name on your ear
• one of your hands would fly to his hair as soon you’d feel your walls clenching against his dick and the other would crave your nails on his arm
• that would be enough to make Tom cum inside you moaning your name *really loud*
• still shaking bc of your orgasm you’d have trouble to fix the clothes of both of you since Tom is drunk and can’t do that alone
• “Baby, I think I’m drunk. Let’s go home”
• #ProtectDrunk!TomFromTheWorld

Stress Relief - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW)

I currently have no life…For real, sent me your requests, I have a broken wrist and nothing better to do than write “x reader” things because I enjoy them.

Another piece with Logan, this time, he needs to relieve some stress. Totally NSFW by the way, fluff and SMUT yo. First one I write actually, so, sorry if it sucks. So, yeah, you know.

PART TWO

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When Logan came up with the idea of making a new school for mutants, you didn’t expect it to be that stressful. It had been quite some times since Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters closed. After the professor’s death, it just wasn’t the same anymore…But there were still kids all around the world in need of help. Kids that parents chased away, kids that were forced out of their homes, or kids that were just too powerful to take care of themselves without hurting anybody else. You agreed with your boyfriend, there was a need for a new school…Ororo and Kurt directly jumped in. They missed teaching as much as you. And eventually, you opened your own school. Jean Grey’s institute for higher learning. You didn’t really like the name, as you and Jean never seen eye to eye (probably because Logan used to be crazy about her, and that she was a bit jealous that he completely forgot his feelings towards her when you entered his life), but you thought it was a cute hommage nonetheless.

Logan and Ororo became headmasters, and you were happy that you’d declined the offer to be one, because it was Hell to take care of a school like that. You didn’t know how Professor Xavier did it all those years.

A particularly stressful day took you to Logan’s office.

On the door was a handwritten note stating : « Taking a break, fuck off !! ». You smiled at it, imagining Logan becoming very angry at whoever knocked on his door…Whoever but you.

You knocked.

-Can’t you fucking read !! I’m busy !

-Busy relaxing ?

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anonymous asked:

I’m not sure if you’re someone who gives writing tips, if not that’s okay. I get it. But I was curious. If you’re having a dialogue where the character is ranting, the words are kinda just flying out of their mouths and it’s a lot of words, how would you format that? Like, would you put it all in one paragraph, do you interrupt it with an action (s/he said, waving wildly) or would it just be dialogue?

I do as often as I can! I get a lot of asks, so I apologize to those whose questions I don’t get to :( But I enjoy talking about how I do things/what I’ve learned! Just keep in mind that writing is an art and, like all art, there’s no one true way to do something. So everything I suggest is just that– a suggestion!

Lots of Words Rants!

So you have a character who’s saying a lot of words in a big rant! 

1. Static unbroken rant. The benefit here is that the reader, generally, naturally reads this very quickly! It’s probably what you’re looking for when you say “a lot of words” and it definitely stuns both the reader and the other characters! For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says, mouth a thin line. “Right. Okay. Well I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. I think it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The silence is deafening as she takes another sip of her coffee, Damien’s mouth opening and closing as he tries to come up with a response. He looks around the table, hoping to see similar shock, and receives another unpleasant surprise when no one will meet his eyes.

There are two problems that I’ve had with the Big Wall of Text. One, it can lose the reader! Despite emotion or content, it’s easy to skip from the first sentence or two to the last line or two. Some readers will read it quickly, but others might skip it entirely.

Second, with no physical movements, it can be hard to get back into the scene, especially since unbroken rants w/o movement generally end in silence.

2. Active Unbroken Rant. Breaking up a rant with action keeps the reader’s attention and makes them read a little closer. It also has the benefit of giving the rant some texture by escalating or deescalating the emotion in each part or by providing emphasis.

“You want to know what I think.” She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something. “

Damien’s jaw tenses and she can tell that he wants to lean away from her as she stands, looming over the table, coffee forgotten. All around them, the other rebels are staring at her wide-eyed.

“I think,” she continues, biting off the ends of her words, “that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something, something like basic human rights, before crowd sourcing validation and then–” she bares her teeth “– you think that it means shit  when they don’t speak against you.” 

He doesn’t look away from her, not to the left or right where his devoted followers are, as usual, sitting uselessly. She can barely stand it.

Her words come faster now, like a flood after the damn has been broken. “I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on. So if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

So with breaks for action/reaction, you get a scene that’s a little more urgent than the one without action. Action helps the emotion build in the rant whereas the static rant feels more like a slap in the face.

The downside here is that you have to build the tension and keep everyone’s  body language appropriate to the scene.

3. Broken Rant (active or static). So it’s a rant and you want the fast-talking character to be the star of the scene. Seems counter-intuitive to have another character talk, but it can actually help speed up the reading of the scene while also showing that this rant is dominating it. For example:

“You want to know what I think,” she says. She shakes her head. “Right. Okay. Well, I think it’s interesting how you only look for an opinion when people owe you something.”

Damien jerks like he’s been slapped. “What is that–”

“I think,” she continues, giving no indication of hearing him, “ that it’s really convenient that you wait until you can deny someone something–”

“Hey–”

“–something like basic human rights,  before crowd sourcing validation and then you think that it means shit when they don’t speak against you. I think you’re a coward and that no amount of intimidation or ass-kissing will break through the denial you’ve got going on.”

The silence rings around the table, the tension so think between her and the other rebel that no one dare move.

Eliza leans forward and picks up her coffee. “So,” she says, still staring him down, “if you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re a hero or that we can’t do this without you, you should wait until you actually have something on me.”

The little interjections from Damien, and the way I’ve broken them off, shows that things are happening very quickly. It’s a broken back and forth that both ups the tension and the speed!


Hope this helps! If you have any more questions feel free to drop by, I’ll try and get to them asap :)

Sweet Dreams **

Request- Hi! Could u do a Bucky imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she had a wet dream about Bucky and tells Wanda and Nat about it and the boys hear the conversation and Tony gets all protective and all? You can choose the final!!I love your blog btw♡ from @awesomebrokenangelworldus-blog

Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1763

Warnings: There’s a wet dream! that’s pretty NSFW.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry this took a while! I hope this is alright!! Please let me know :) xo 

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Four Weddings

Part 1 of this really fluffy series that I’ve been trying to write for what feels like ten years. I hope you guys enjoy it! Please send some feedback and fill this out to be added to my tag list! 

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Language and cute stuff 

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

Tom was an idiot, he was sure of it. The only reason he even decided to go to these stupid weddings were because Joanne was going to be there, she was going to be at each of the weddings, and of course, when he found out she was seeing someone else Tom just had to RSVP with, “Yes I will be attending, with one guest.”

Now it was three days before the first wedding, and he was just as single as ever. “How hard can it be to find a girl to go with me to a few weddings?” he remembered telling himself when he sent in his RSVP months ago and had since forgotten about it. That is until his old friend, Jerry, who was getting married, sent him a message. It read, hey man! Can’t wait to see you and your girl at the wedding, been too long. Tom knew he was royally fucked.

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Hot Water

Pairing: Theo x Reader (bc I’m theo trashhh)

Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it’s actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it’s kind of heated so yeah)

Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him.

A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I’m LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;)


HOT WATER


I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I’d been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he’d be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him.

I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn’t like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text.

I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he’d been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he’d changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense.

My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face.

I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind.

I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer.

I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott’s number.

It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Y/N?” A panicked voice asks.

“Scott? What’s wrong?” I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe.

“Y/N, we’re coming over to your place right now!” Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise.

“Scott-” I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened.

I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo’s oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night.

I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I’d rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside.

After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep.

Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I’m standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. “He’ll heal, okay? Just remember that,” he whispers.

“What?” I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight.

Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. “It’ll be okay,” she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response.

As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he’s basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster.

He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo’s arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he’s trying to conceal his pain from me. I don’t care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek.

“Are- they h-” his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest.

“Stop pushing yourself,” I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. “And no, my parents aren’t home. They’re staying at some hotel for the night.”

He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. “Okay, let’s just take it slow,” I whisper and he nods again.

Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him.

“There you go,” I encourage. “Only two more steps till the top.” He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath.

“You know I love you, right?” He states through uneven breathing.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going.

“Raeken, you’re not quitting on me now,” I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me.

I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile.

“The bathroom,” I say. “I need to get him washed up.” They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won’t hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.)

I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels.

I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. “Are you good to deal with this on your own?” He questions.

I scoff, patting him on the back. “If anyone can deal with Theo, it’s me.”

“True,” Scott laughs. “We’ll all be just a phone call away.”

“Yeah!” Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves.

“Anytime.” He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him.

I turn back to Theo, who’s propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me.

“What the hell happened?” I query.

Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Trust me, Y/N,” he remarks. “Whenever you take off my shirt, it’s far from hurting me.”

My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. “Just saying,” he laughs.

“Raeken you’re very lucky that you’re injured right now.”

“The person in pain would say otherwise.”

I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath.

“Sorry,” I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “It’s okay, just finish undressing me.”

“Normally, we’re in different circumstances when you say those words.”

“Oh, trust me I know,” he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh.

I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I’m able to hoist him up with little help on his part.

“Fuck,” he says incoherently. “How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?” Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words.

I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup.

Theo’s fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. “Let me,” I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him.

I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face.

The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. “I’ll go get some bath salts,” I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn’t hurt for him to test them out.

“Okay, just come back quick.”

My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response.

I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately.

I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me.

Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there’d never be a day that I would get tired of the sight.

“Y/N,” Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. “Stop staring,” he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me.

“Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?” I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face.

His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. “Theo!” I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched.

“Sorry, but payback’s a bitch,” he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me.

Theo’s eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. “You’re going to kill me,” he growls.

I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement.

“Now who’s staring?” I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly.

“If it weren’t for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of.”

“You’re drooling, Raeken.”

“Please come in here with me,” he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion.

“I’ll have to think about it,” I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought.

“Please,” he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars.

“Okay,” I agree, his eyes lighting up. “But, only to scrub you down.”

Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo’s back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin.

I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo’s back were way too underrated.

I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo’s mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. “Feel good?” I ask, my hands pausing.

He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. “Don’t stop,” he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss.

“Can you lean back for me?” I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others.

I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn’t stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him.

I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more.

“I honestly don’t deserve you,” he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while.

“You still haven’t told me why you ended up like this,” I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.

Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex

(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).

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Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.

Daryl had recently confessed to you that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.

Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.

You smiled playfully in response and squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs dangled on the edge.

You smile and kneel down in between his legs as you graze your hands up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created. You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep control.

“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.

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