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Boxing Lessons
Tom is giving you boxing lessons for the first time and ends up being more into your physique than your techniques.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Includes: Smut, DaddyKink!Tom, Rough!Tom


I stood behind Tom with my arms crossed over my chest as I watched him swiftly punch at the speed bag. Well, I had my eyes more on his bare back, watching his muscles tensing and relaxing over and over again, something to bite my lip over. He dropped his arms to his sides as he threw his head back, catching his breath.

He turned to me once he did. “Your turn.”

“You don’t expect me to be that fast the first time, now do you?” I asked with a single raised brow.

He chuckled, taking his water from my hands, “no, but I want you to try.” I fixed the wrap on my hands as I walked over to it. “Can you reach it, Y/N?” He teased.

I looked back, shooting him a nasty look as his eyes scanned up and down my body. “Yes.” I turned back and quickly began imitating his movement, just not punching it as fast.

“There you go. You’re doing great, darling!” He encouraged me as my arms quickly grew tired.

“Can I stop? My arms aren’t gonna hold up much longer.”

He laughed, stepping close behind me. “Keep going.” His hands hovered under my arms, making sure they wouldn’t fall.

“Please.”

“Thirty more seconds, I know you can.”

“Honestly, you suck. You really, really, really suck.”

“You wanted to learn how to box.” I rolled my eyes knowing he’s right and pushed myself to get through the last of it. “Alright, that’s it.” I dropped my arms by my sides and leaned into him. He draped his arm around my neck, “you’re great. A few more times on that and you’ll begin to get used to it.”

“What’s next?”

“The punching bag. I can show you some techniques.”

“Mmm… okay.” I nod my head as got off of him. We walked over to the punching bag he managed to install when he first moved in. I stood in front of it, “show me the technique.” I told him as he put water bottle down on to the nearby bench press.

He walked back to me, standing behind me with a hand on my waist. “So, you’re gonna want to put this foot forward.” He grabbed my bare thigh, pushing it outward, “and your legs gotta be spread apart a bit past shoulder width.” He muttered, pressing himself a bit into my backside.

I moved my leg out, “like this?”

“Good. Now, bring your hands up just above your shoulders.” I did as he told me. “Now, stand as straight as you can.” He pressed his hand against my stomach.

“I’m not standing straight already?”

“Almost.” I straightened out, ‘accidentally’ pressing myself into him. “Perfect,” he muttered to me before sighing. He cleared his throat, “this is a, uh… basic stance.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s the best stance for punching. Give it a try.” I jabbed a few times at the punching bag. He grinned, “you’re a natural.”

“So, what’s next?”

“If you put your hands up by your temples with enough room to see your opponent past your hands,” I followed along, moving in to the position he said, “this is a high stance, so that once you’ve closed the space between the two of you, you can use this to block their hits that’ll be coming towards your face. You want them to hit the lower parts of your arms. But you’ve gotta be careful now because all of this,” he ran his hand over my torso, “is exposed to be hit.”

I looked back at him, “so, what’s the stance called where you’re up against me and copping a feel?”

He laughed, “the you-look-great-in-this-sports-bra-and-shorts-and-I-can’t-help-myself stance.”

I turned around around to him leaving little space between us as I unraveled the wrap from my hand. “Maybe I could show you some of my techniques since you can’t help yourself so much.”

I let the wraps fall to the floor as he smirked at me. “Yeah, I wanna see what you’ve got, baby girl.”

I fold my arm around his neck, my hand snaking it’s way to the back of his hair. I pulled him down into a deep kiss. He held onto either of my hips, pulling me into his hardening member. My free hand untied the string on his gym short and looped my fingers into the band making his kisses a bit more aggressive. I took my hand from the band, slowly wandering over his lower stomach.

He bit down on my lip and tugged on it gently, turning me on. He brought his lips back to mine, bringing his hand over my ass to squeeze it. In one swift movement, his big hand smacked my ass causing me to moan against his lips. I could feel a slight smile on his as we kissed. His hand moved from my butt to between my legs, rubbing me over the thin cloth of my shorts.

I brought my lips to his neck, kissing his most sensitive spots and swiping my tongue over the skin, listening to the soft groans escape his lips as his fingers worked a little faster.

I kissed down his toned chest and torso, slowly bringing myself down to my knees. His hand moving up my body as I moved before resting on the side of my neck. I kissed his hip bones as I slipped off his shorts, agonizingly slow and let them fall to the floor. I dragged my hands against his hard length being held down by the band of his boxers. I plant gentle kisses to his cock over the cloth, keeping my eyes up on him.

Tom bit down on his bottom lip, watching me tease him. I hooked my hands in to the band on his boxers, allowing his long cock to spring free. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back the grin, but failing miserably.

“You like what you see, baby?” He questioned a bit of laughter in his voice.

“Absolutely, daddy.” He grinned, hearing that name.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I placed my tongue on the base, licking my way to the tip before slowly taking him in my mouth as much as I could and pumping the rest in my hand. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand, pushing farther down onto his cock. His control turning me on immensely.

“That’s it, baby.”

I placed my hands on his hips as he pushed down nearly his entire length. I moaned over him and brought one of my hand to his balls, cupping and gently squeezing them. He threw his head back, his breathing heavier as he still held me down on him, quickly thrusting into my mouth making my eyes water. I pushed myself off of him, catching my breath.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, “you always do that so well, darling.” He pushed the free strands of hair off my face with his free hand and wiped away the tears down my cheeks.

I wrapped my hand around his length, pumping him up and down quickly. I slid my other hand down into my own pants, gently rubbing my clit. He watched me touch myself and him as he muttered, “fuck.”

I licked the precum from his tip and lips fell apart as he ran his fingers through his lose curls. I bit down on my bottom lips, innocently looking up at him. He cupped his hand beneath my chin and I stood. He pulled my hand from my shorts and yanked them down to my thighs, his fingers sliding over my slit before pushing past my lips and thrusting his middle finger into my core as his thumb rubbed over my clit. His lips kissed my neck as he pushed me back, stepping out the shorts pooled at his feet until my back hit the cold mirror wall.

Tom pushed the shorts all the way off my legs and kicked them aside. He slipped in a second finger, thrusting his fingers quicker.

“Like that, baby.” I moaned out, throwing my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

He smirked, pulling his fingers out from my core, bringing them to my lip, “taste yourself for me.” Without hesitating, I took his long fingers into my mouth and slowly gliding my tongue along them. “You are so sexy, Y/N.” He muttered, pulling out of my mouth and replacing it with his lips.

Tom grabbed at my thighs, lifting me off my feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. His grabbed his cock, placing self at the entrance of my core.

“How badly do you want me, darling?” He questioned against my lips.

“So bad.”

“Beg for it.”

“I want you to fuck me so badly, daddy, please…” I kissed him, “please.” With that, he thrust into me with all the force he could. I let out a loud moan.

“Like that?” He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Yes, daddy.”

He continued thrusting into me with all the power, his hand snaked to pussy and he began quickly rubbing my clit. I could tell he already wanted to cum the way he touched me, leaving me a moaning mess as he groaned.

“Tom, baby-”

He stopped thrusting and looked at me with raised brows. “Who?” He teased, pulling himself out of my pussy.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.” I moaned as he rubbed his cock between my lips and against my nub.

“That’s what I thought.” He muttered, taking my hand off the back of his head and holding it over my head.

He slipped inside of me with ease, thrusting a bit slower than before. His hand held my arm tightly above head as my walls clenched around him, he growled a deep, “fuck.”

I could feel the heat, building up inside of me as my breathing turned into panting as he brought me closer to the edge. He brought his thumb back to my clit, noticing how needy I had become. My free hand grabbed at his bicep, digging my nails into it and feeling it flex repeatedly as he rubbed my sensitive nub. I began bucking my hips into his and pulling him closer to me with my legs.

“Look at me when you cum, baby girl.” He whispered to me.

Those words did it for me. I looked up at him like he wanted as my nerves unraveled and slew of curse words slipped from my lips. My toes curled and my eyes fell shut from the immense pleasure. I let go of his waist, sliding down against the mirror to my knees. Tom let go of my wrist and I wrapped my hand around his cock as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the glass as his hand rest on my cheek, rubbing the bottom of my lip of my mouth that I left open for him.

I pumped his cock as his breathing became heavier and grunts and moans left his lips. His hand moved to the back of my ponytail, tightly gripping my hair before he came. His warm cum made it’s way into and around my mouth. He caught his breath, his chest heaving up and down as he watched me swallow his cum.

“Fuck,” he chuckled, “you’re such a good girl.” I stood up on my slightly trembling legs and leaned into him. He rest his forehead on mine instead of the mirror. “We’ll have to finish sessions like this from here on out.” He suggested as he grabbed my ass.

I laughed, “we didn’t even get to finish the lesson, Tom.”

“There’s always next time to pick up where we left off. Now, how about we head upstairs for a shower?” I smirked and nod my head, knowing he’d be up for a round two.

Title: Coach Negan

anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse)
Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are.
Word Count: 3,448
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)

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A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

Sneaking In

I thought I was being quiet. I swear I was. 

But then again, Stealth wasn’t exactly my middle name. So, you could imagine the noise I made when I tried sneaking back into the Bunker. You’d actually think I couldn’t care less about what the Winchesters thought about my midnight rendezvous, but I was mortified about what Dean would think.

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“3AM”

Tig Trager x Reader
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He checked his watch before he mounted his bike, pulling out of the TM lot and headed to you. It’d be 3am before he made it to your house and he expected that you would be fast asleep.
He debated just going to his own house, sending you a text to say he made it back from Washington safely and asking you to call him when you woke; but he had been good in Tacoma, regardless of the ‘what happens on a run stays on a run’ rule, and he was so incredibly horny that he couldn’t wait to have your gorgeous body under him. Fuck going anywhere else, he was gonna to go sink into his girl.


You were curled up in bed, blankets draped over your body that was clothed in only his tee shirt and a pair of panties. You were laid on his side of the bed, a gesture he found endearing. You were so innocently sweet, he knew he didn’t deserve you. Yet every time he gave you an out, a free pass to end your relationship, you committed yourself even deeper to him. He loved how much you loved him, and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he loved you too.


He switched on your lamp and crouched beside your bed, running his fingers through your hair and pushing a few pieces that framed your face out of the way as he leaned towards you and pressed a kiss into your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered open and he spoke to keep you from being alarmed at his presence.

“Hey, doll,” he smiled as your eyes locked on his and you yawned, stretching as you attempted to awake completely.

“I missed you,” was your groggy reply as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“I missed you too baby,” he grinned, standing and stripping down to his boxers as you rolled back to your side of the bed and he crawled in beside you, pulling you into his chest.


He wanted to badly to let you rest, save the homecoming sex for the morning, but the aching in his boxers told him that he wouldn’t be sleeping if he didn’t take care of himself first. He slid his hand down your back, caressing your curves before landing on top of the lacy panties you wore, giving your right cheek a squeeze before moving his hand back up to dip under the material and run over your bare skin.

He knew you were still awake when you pressed your ass back against his hand and he groaned at your willingness to help him as he rolled you on your back and climbed on top of you, his already-hard member pressing into your lower stomach as he attached his lips to yours.

He couldn’t help but whimper when he felt your hands running down his chest and stomach to reach into his boxers and grab his dick, stroking it as you kissed him back.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he pulled his mouth away from you, gripping the hem of your shirt and hoisting it off of you before tugging down your panties, soaked with your arousal, and tossing them both aside.

He palmed your core, dipping his middle finger inside you as he stared into your lust-filled eyes. His whole body twitched at the feel of your wetness beneath him as your hands still worked to stroke his shaft.

He couldn’t hold off much longer, he needed to feel you.


“Turn over darlin,” he commanded sweetly and you did what you were told, flipping over and coming up on all fours in front of him, pressing your heat against his pelvis while he looked down at you, his bottom lip bit between his teeth.

He leaned over you, supporting himself with his hands to the mattress on either side of your body as he pressed his mouth against your neck, sucking on your pulse and guiding his cock across your folds before entering you abruptly, eliciting a squeal of surprise from you as you tried to keep quiet.


You were so hot, wet, and tight around him, as soon as he was inside you his entire demeanor changed. Your pussy was begging to be pounded and that’s exactly what he intended to do. Stroking in and out of you, over and over again as you clutched the sheets, bit your pillow, and moaned his name when he delivered a firm smack across your ass. He reached underneath you and palmed your tits, giving them a squeeze as he pulled on your hard nipples making you gasp with pleasure.

He loved the sounds you made when he fucked you.

With one hand affixed firmly to your hip, he ventured down to your center as his cock moved in and out of you, stroking your G-spot.
As much as he wanted to cum, he didn’t want to do it until you got yours first. It made his all the more enjoyable when you were satisfied too.

His fingers of his right hand began to circle your clit, causing you to moan louder at the new stimulation, but when his left hand moved to dip his thumb into your tight virgin asshole, a deep guttural groan escaped your throat. He could feel you were about to come as he worked in tandem with his hands to send you quickly over the edge, both of your holes spasming around him as he smiled at the cute little noises you made when you were coming down from your high.


His own release was building inside him now. He pulled his hands from their previous positions and pushed you down flat on your stomach, holding you down and straddling you while his cock was still deep inside you. At this angle he could pound into you more deeply, fill you up even more, and he did, grabbing your face and turning it to the side so he could lean down and kiss you.

He pounded into you relentlessly, causing your moans to fill his mouth as you bit down on his bottom lip, sending his orgasm coursing through his body as his seed spilled into you with each final, rigid, thrust.

Man did it feel good to be home.

Castiel’s Trench Coat

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Pairing: Castiel x Reader (featuring Sam & Dean)

Word Count: 1,145

Warnings: angst/fluff, comfort

A/N: This was requested by @mycuddlycorner! I hope you guy enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was only twenty degrees outside and you were passing the lake on your way home.  Only some of the lake would be frozen.  The deeper the water was, the longer it would take for the water to freeze over.  When your friends dared you to stand in the middle of the lake, you refused.  That didn’t stop them from shoving you towards the ice.  Once your feet were on the ice, they wouldn’t let you get back onto solid ground.

“Just do it [Y/N],” Nash said.  “All you have to do is make it to the center of the lake, and then back.  No big deal.”

“Why don’t you do it then,” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Think of this as your initiation into our circle,” Nash smirked.  “Now go on, the lake is frozen.  This should be as easy as cake.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing they wouldn’t let you leave without doing what they wanted you to do.  You set your bag down on the ice so they wouldn’t run away with it.  Maybe this was just apart of high school.  Or maybe that’s what you made yourself believe.

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Trying to catch up a little on my requests, sorry if you’re still waiting on one!

Request from @itsalwaysnarnia: Could you possibly make a fionn imagine? I know this account is about jack, but I was just wondering. I know fionn is super private about his life some maybe it could possibly be about him trying to keep you relationship a secret during Dunkirk promo but sorta failing at it? Thank you for your amazing writing!

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one, I’m less familiar with Fionn than Jack, so I don’t know how much this feels like him, but there we go. Hope you like it!


“So Fionn, you were spotted on set with a girl. Everyone wants to know who this mysterious woman is in your life,” a couple of middle-aged American chat-show hosts asked, a little too brazenly. Fionn grimaced, trying to keep it internal but visibly failing. One woman had just told him to wash some dishes and ‘stay humble’, and now they were prying into his private life.

“Um yeah that’s Y/N, she’s good friend from home.”

“Really?” a tart voice responded, “’cause these photographs suggest she’s a little more than a friend.” A photo appeared on the screen behind them, showing him with a petite woman in his arms, lifted off the ground.

“You seemed pretty excited to see her,” the other continued.

“Yeah, she came to visit me on set. We hadn’t seen each other in a while so I was pretty excited.” He attempted to make it clear that he wasn’t going to offer any more on the subject, and turned to Harry, silently pleading for help.

“So, how about them dishes, huh Fionn?” Harry said all too transparently. Fionn inhaled deeply, just wanting to sink into the ground. Or your arms. Your arms would be good.

“So you’ve been so busy at the moment Harry, with this film and the upcoming promotional tour of your solo album, I guess there’s been no time for romance lately?” a young woman asked in an interview. Fionn sighed gratefully, glad that the romantic attention was turned on Harry. He was much better at handling the personal questions, having been doing it for so much longer. It still astounded Fionn that people would ask about their personal lives so openly and without shame.

“No, I’ve just been focusing on my work at the moment. My family and friends are the priority when I get some time off anyway.”

“No special lady in your life then?”

He chuckled. “No, not like this one here”, he said playfully hitting Fionn’s arm. Fionn closed his eyes and silently cursed Harry and his big mouth.

“So you’ve got a girlfriend Fionn?” the interviewer asked.

Harry interjected, “Oh my word, he never shuts up about her. He gets those puppy dog eyes when he talks about her, you know.” He was just teasing, but Fionn shot him a warning glance that screamed at him to shut up.

“You won’t be able to walk down the street,” the interviewer said.

“Well, people keep saying that and I keep walking so…”

“You’ll have girls clawing for your attention,” he continued.

Fionn shifted in his seat as Harry smirked, “You’ll be batting them away, mate.”

He picked up the banter, “You know all about that, don’t you Harry. You’ll have to give me some tips.”

“You’re gonna need ‘em, we don’t want you getting in trouble with the missus.”

His shoulders slumped and his head dropped, “For god’s sake Harry.”

So much for keeping his private life private and his relationship secret.

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 You wondered through the hotel lobby, suitcase in hand, and found a seat on the sofa. Harry had helped you plan a surprise visit for Fionn during the press tour, so had promised to meet you in five minutes to take you up to Fionn’s room. He stepped out of the lift bang on time and rushed over to hug you, having bonded when you’d visited Fionn on set. He took your bag for you and led you up to the rooms.

“So Fionn is still on promo duty, but you can wait in my room with the guys until he gets back,” he said, letting you in. Tom, Barry and Jack were already in there, beers opened, and greeted you as you entered. They chatted amiably with you, and it was less awkward than you feared. You had met them all before, and they were all lovely, but even so you shifted in your seat, checking your watch every few minutes. The time seemed to drag reluctantly by. You were desperate to see Fionn, having not held him in your arms for three weeks.

“He won’ be long now, I’m sure,” Jack said with a smile.

“You excited to see him?” Tom asked, and you nodded vigorously.

“We talk a lot, we skype pretty much every night and text throughout the day, but I miss the feel of him, you know? It’s so hard not touching him for so long.”

They all nodded knowingly, having had more than their share of long-distance relationships.

Your conversation was interrupted by footsteps down the corridor.

“I think that’s him,” Harry said, checking the time. “Y/N, hide!”

Barry shoved you behind the bathroom door as everyone feigned normalcy. You heard the door open and Fionn’s voice swam into the room, “Thank god I’m done for the day, I’m shattered.” He sounded drained, both physically and emotionally. It took all your will-power not to rush into his arms then and there.

“Rough day mate?” Tom asked. He must have nodded as there was no audible reply, but you heard a body sink down onto the bed.

“I reckon I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up,” Harry said in a sing-song tone.

You took that as your cue and crept out from behind the door. Seeing Fionn’s face light up when he caught sight of you made your heart swell in your chest. He stood and you rushed over to him, falling into his embrace without a word. He nestled his cheek into your hair and gripped you tightly around the waist. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You breathed him in and whispered that’d you’d missed him too, before kissing him tenderly.

“Guys, come on. PDA much?” Harry laughed.

You pulled away smiling, and without taking your eyes from Fionn’s you replied, “You can fuck right off Harry. I think you can deal with it as you did such a crap job of keeping our relationship secret.”

Harry chuckled somewhat guiltily as Fionn winced. “You know about that then?”

You nodded, entirely failing to be angry. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I’d rather not have people nosing about into our lives, but it comes with the job, right? And if the world knows I love you… well, that’s not so bad, is it?”

He smiled and leant down towards your lips, “No, it’s not so bad.” He held you close and kissed you, proving how much he loved you.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
3 861
warning : smut
summary : Reader and Kai are friends with benefits.
*not my gif
note : this one is a little different than ones i’ve written before , i may also have gotten carried away a little. 😅
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Y/N had just gotten back from classes at her college, dropped off her bag downstairs and heard noise from her bedroom. Quickly and quietly she walked up the stairs to see what who was the intruder , though she already had a pretty good guess. She took a few steps taking a peek into her bedroom , exhaling in relief.
“What do you think you are doing ?” asked Y/N , her hands crossed on her chest leaning on the door frame. No matter how hard she tried , there was no way to hide the playful spark in her voice. Kai was going through her underwear drawer , pulling out bras and panties , checking them out and tossing some of them onto her bed. He turned towards her with a smug smirk on his face holding on a pair of  red panties in front of her.
“I like those. Why haven’t you ever worn them ?”
Y/N sighed taking the panties from his hand , gathering all the stuff from her bed and returning them back in the drawer. Kai was like that - he liked touching things , mostly her and she was not complaining.
“You look fantastic by the way. Love those ripped short shorts …and that tight almost see through white top…” he took a step towards her. “And that black and white plaid shirt tied on your waist. Nice.”
“It’s hot outside.” she said smiling innocently. “And you are avoiding my question…”
“Because your outfit is distracting.” said Kai snaking his hands around her waist. “You are distracting.”
Y/N pushed his hands off her trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when his fingers touched her bare skin. Their arrangement had been sex only , no feelings except there was a problem now. She had feelings for him and if he found out , what they had was going to end. It had been Kai’s only condition - no feelings or they are done.
“Waiting for you , of course.” said Kai taking a step towards her , as she took one back away from him biting her lower lip. Kai’s smirk never left his face until her back hit the wall. “You weren’t answering your phone. Were you trying to avoid me ?”
“Me ? Avoiding you and your hot hybrid sex ? Never.” she said , her hand palming him through his jeans. Kai snaked his hands around her waist , picking out her phone from her back pocket while pushing her body closer towards his. Y/N’s hands snaked around his neck , her eyes locked on his. “Battery died.”
Kai glanced at her phone , finding out her battery really had died. He couldn’t explain to himself why the thought of her ignoring him angered him almost as much as the thought of Y/N being with someone else besides him. Kai tossed her phone onto the comfy chair a few meters away and gave her a devilish smirk before scooping her up and smashing her body against the wall while his lips were hungrily attacking hers. He tugged on her lower lip for a second before pushing up his crotch at hers.
“MMm Kai.. someone’s eager today.” she said smiling. “Door ?”
He snapped his fingers closing and locking the door with magic before his lips touched hers again. Something about the kiss was different. It was way more demanding than usual and she liked that. His crotch grinded against hers as his lips kissed her jawline driving her crazy. Everywhere he touched her it felt like flames licking up her skin.
“I want you.” said Kai in a low seductive voice , his forehead resting against hers for a short moment before their lips collided again. “You are never going out of town for more than a day again. Not without me.”
Kai’s hands roamed her body before he tossed her on to the bed in vampire speed. Tearing off her shirt before leaning in to kiss her again. His hands pinned hers over her head. Y/N had missed him , his lips , his touch , his voice - everything.  It had been a short unplanned trip and they hadn’t had the chance to do anything before she left and now Kai’s touch felt even more magnified now.
“A week. A whole week without you.” whispered Kai to her. “That was the biggest torture I’ve had to endure.”

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Your owner 2.0

OKAY EVERYONE PART TWO. HERE IS PART 1. HIGHLY ADVISE YOU TO READ IT.

Group: BTS

Member:J-hope/Jung Hoseok a.k.a the creature that shines brighter than the Sun

AU: Hybrid/owner

An: Hobi is special to me. i’m sorry it took an eternity to write this.

PART 3


“So let me sum things up- you are not my dog Hope, you are some sort of a spirit that has possessed the body of my dog.” The boy on my bed rolled his eyes, made a face palm, shook his head, the rusty red hair wiggled cutely on his head and his doggy ears that I’ve been playing with all those years, moved in the most disappointing manner ever.

”Not a sprit, I’m a hybrid. I was born human with the ability to turn into a dog.” A stupid question was forming my head, but before I was able to ask it, he managed to answer it. ”No, neither of my parents is a dog.” I was shocked that he answered before I asked so my mouth was opening and closing trying to make sense of the situation. “How…” He just flashed me his pearly-white million dollar smile that made me melt a little and stated “I’ve been living with you long enough to read you like an open book. So let’s try to sum it up one more time, shall we?” With sweet annoyance in my voice I started to talk again.

“Ok. So you are a hybrid and you’ve been living with me for the last four years. But even that doesn’t make sense because in human years you have to be around 30 years old, which you are not!”

”Correct. I am my age, which in human years is 24, because I am a hybrid. If a real dog is 4 four years old and in human years he is 30 in hybrid years is six years less.” Well, officially I was confused. The whole situation was unbelievable as it was, but now the whole year calculations got me flustered.

“Wait, it’s nine in the morning, my dog is not my dog, you are not a dog at all, you are a mythical creature, you are not a mythical creature. Understand me, I’m lost. Heck, I’ve been talking to you, hugging you, sleeping with you for four years. You have been watching me for four years. Changing my clothes, writing my homework…oh God! I can’t believe it.” I ruffled my own hair angry.

A dark laughter stopped my racing thoughts. Looking up, I saw the boy on my bed jumped on his feet , his whole body flexed and muscles ripped, his ears stuck to his head and his tail was shaking lazily on the small of his back. His whole presence gave off a dangerous vibe that only a minute ago was happy and somewhat confused.

Hobis’ face changed, a deadly smirk made its way on his face. His tongue gently made a swirl around his lips, giving them a nice puff.

You know this feeling when someone is watching you intensely and you look away by default? Me. The tension was too much, which made me look away from his face. I closed my eyes and prayed to the stars that he won’t say what I thought he will.

A deadly low, raspy whisper made its way to my ear, making my whole body shiver at his voice. “You have done other things too Y/N. I remember every time” his large hand locked itself around mine “this small hand lead to your sinful lips and the sound that escaped them.” There it was, he said it. “Stop. Let’s not talk about it.” Blush spread on my cheeks. ”I can’t Y/n, I really can’t. You know what it did to me? It drove me crazy.” He talked as if he was in real pain. Collecting everything that has left from my courage I  looked up to him.

 “You are scared. Good. I’m no good, Y/n. Everything I want right now is to mark your whole body with my signatures. And I will do it. Now. I will give you the chance to stop me. Say stop and I will never ever bring up the things I want to do to you.” “I will never stop you.” “Thank god.” 

Ice cold lips attached themselves on my hot neck. The contact made my whole body shiver, my legs started to give up, making him hold on me even stronger than before. My skin was soon covered in beautiful purple roses created by a creature with dog ears and a freaking tail. At a certain point his whole attention was on a sweet spot exactly on the crook of my neck. The pleasure was overwhelming. All the times I have tried to satisfy myself weren’t anything compered to this and he hasn’t even touched me. “S-stop. P-p-please…stop.” My voice was barely a whisper, a beg for help. 

Suddenly the attack on my neck abrobutely stopped. Soft fingers pulled my face up to see a gaze full of lust and want. A look full of promises that weren’t kept. Eyes so dark that you can get lost in them. His lips were glistening beautifully in the morning light. They curled into a wicked smile. 

“You don’t want me to. Y/N, I know you better than anyone. I know what’s on your mind. Your desires, your wants, I know them. I designed you. Do you really think that turning into an animal is the only power I have? I walk inside your dreams, I control you. Haven’t you noticed? Ever since you took me your dreams are different. With every year they got wetter, with every year you started waking in the middle of the night way more than before. The moon held each and every one your moans Y/N and then she gave them to me as a present. And I kept them in my heart waiting for you to turn legal and find out who I am. Every night when you held me close to you, because you had nightmares, I shifted so I can hold you in my arms and your dreams always turned from bad to good. I am a dream controlling hybrid. I mess with your brain,” our breaths almost mingled in one. He is too close. Soon, I am going to cross a boundary I shouldn’t. A boundary where there is no turning back.

” I create your desires. And your desire now Y/N, is me. So let me, please, let me kiss you.” Blank. That’s how I felt. There was nothing on my mind. Not my parents, who can come in any minute, not how wrong that was, not how crazy it was, it was only me and a god, depiction of beauty and probably a lot of trouble. 

“You don’t need permission.” I barely said before I was spinned and pushed on the mattress of my bed, plush lips covered mine in a kiss full of strange emotions and wrong decision with unavoidable consequences. There was no fight for dominance, I gave up mine before he asked for it. Hobis’ kisses weren’t gentle, but they were also not rough. He was kissing slowly and passionately one second and the next he was biting on my lips making me moan from the pain. Animalistic growl left his throat, which vibrated through my whole body. “Make this sound again and I swear to the gods…” In an unsuccessful attempt to catch my breath I detached my mouth from his. This clearly didn’t make him happy and before I could take a breath he was making beautiful roses on my skin again. “Am I a garden or somet…Ahhh.” He sucked hard on the sweet spot from before. “You are not a garden, you are my canvas.”

“Y/N honey, are you awake? Are you talking to someone? Who is in there?”

Well, shit.


Masterlist or even better read part 3

Imagine #65

A/N: Remember when I told you I’d do an imagine based off of a previous imagine (IMAGINE #52) I did? You can read that first if you’d like, but I’d be concentrating on only one part from there.

“How he shows you he loves you:  It was the gesture you found adorable because it didn’t only mean that he loves you but it also meant something else for him. When you’d go out grocery shopping and would already be checking out the items you’ve bought at the check-out counter, Isaac would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on either your shoulders or on top of your head.”

I actually forgot about this until I stumbled upon Jess and Gabriel’s vlog… you can watch it here >> X <<  (it’s at 10:00 mehehe) so you can say that it was also inspired by the video LOL! And like always, if any errors occur, my apologies :)

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“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Isaac placed a kiss on your cheek before going ahead and looking for the specific cream you used to make your famous carbonara that Isaac and the pack seemed to love, it would always be gone the minute you’d place it on the table.

As you looked through the aisle that contained the canned mushrooms, you pushed your cart towards the middle in search of the usual can of mushrooms your mother bought when she taught you the recipe.

While you moved the grocery cart further in search for the brand, you felt as though someone was following you. You didn’t mind it though since you thought that you were only imagining things, and since the grocery was packed with people doing some last-minute buying for their meals for Thanksgiving, your mind could just be playing tricks on you that maybe the person was just doing the same thing and looking for the same brand of mushrooms.

Pushing the cart some more, you finally stopped to reach for the brand you were looking for on the shelf. Once you were checking to see if it was the right one, a figure suddenly approached you making you jerk in surprise and drop the can.

Shortly after the can of mushroom slipped through your fingers, you heard an ow coming from the person in front of you.

“Oh my, I am so sorry.” You apologized almost frantically, trying to reach for the can that unfortunately dropped on the person’s foot.

“No, no.” The man said, stopping you from reaching the can. “It’s fine, here, let me.”

“Thank you,” you replied, taking the product from him and putting it in the cart. “Sorry about your foot, by the way.”

“Yeah, no big deal.” He just scoffed, acting like it didn’t bother him. “Just glad it was a pretty one who dropped it.”

At this, you suddenly felt taken back at his words.

“Yeah, sorry.” He suddenly apologized with a chuckle, “I’m not really good at this but I just had to say hi-”

“Oh,” It was the only thing you could think of at the moment, not really sure how to respond to the sudden forwardness this guy was emitting. “Well, hi to you too.”

“- And can I just say how pretty you are?” He smiled before reaching out his hand and introducing himself. “I’m Daniel, by the way.”

“Hi, Daniel.” You reached your hand and shook his.

As he tried to attempt to make a conversation by asking you what were you doing here (boy, I’m grocery shopping, what does it look like I’m doing?), your fingers started to fidget with the ring on your finger as you nodded with a smile and replied to some of the questions he asked. At this point, you were trying to muster up the courage of not being rude and just telling him straight out.

“So, could I maybe ask you-” At that, you cut him off from continuing his question any further.

“I’m… actually married.” You stated. Hearing the words, the guy looked a bit shocked as his eyebrows furrowed saying, “wait, what?”

“Yeah,” The guy looked down on your finger for confirmation. And when he saw the golden band and the large sparkling rock on your finger, all he could manage was an, “Oh.”

“But, like, you’re really young.” The guy looked at you again.

“Yeah, I’m Y/A.” You replied.

“Wow, that’s fast,” All you could do was just smile.

It wasn’t too long before he bid goodbye saying that it was nice talking to you, embarrassment could be seen in his face, and it didn’t take long for Isaac to come back with an arm full of the creams you needed for the pasta.

“That’s a lot,” you could only giggle when he had the big smile on his face showing that he was proud that he didn’t get lost in the groceries again, but he shortly noticed something was up – that something happened while he was away for a good 3 minutes.

“What happened?” He asked worriedly, almost dropping the packs of cream on the floor as his shoulders seemed to sag.

“There was a guy-” you whispered.

“There was a guy?!”

“Shh!” At the volume Isaac asked with, you tried to hush him because you didn’t know if the person was still in the hearing distance. “Not here.”

“A guy?!” he shouted in a whisper. “What happened? What guy? Who’s the guy? Where is this guy?”

He looked around the aisle as his ears turned a pink shade, a shade you knew all too well when he got mad or annoyed at something or someone.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked repeatedly.

“Later, Isaac.” You replied in a low voice while you pushed the cart farther from the aisle you were at. “I just want to leave.”

At those words, your husband’s eyes widened and the pink shade that colored his ears turned darker. “That bad?”

Isaac looked behind the both of you, eyes still looking for any particular guy.

“Isaac, let’s just go.” You hooked your arm with his trying to pull him away as you pushed the cart in front of you to the checkout.

While you were placing the products you bought, you suddenly caught a glimpse of Daniel a few check-out counters behind you. Isaac noticed this and turned to see where you were looking at and almost the exact time he spotted the guy you were talking about, he saw Daniel was looking at you.

You waited and watched as the prices showed up on the screen while the lady manning the counter checked the product’s and bagged them in the brown paper bags, her small talks making you smile.

As you waited for the other products to be bagged, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and a chin on top of your head. Isaac’s arms pulled you against him as you looked up and saw that he was looking at you with a smile, the giggle you were trying to hold down was showing as your lips pursed - you already felt the vibe that he already knew where the guy was and this attempt was to show that you were already with someone else – that you were already married to someone, for crying out loud.  

Crowley’s Christmas Wish

gif is not mine

Title: Crowley’s Christmas Wish

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Word Count: 819

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by @emilyymichelle from my Christmas drabble list! I hope this is okay and I hope everyone loves it! This is my first attempt at a Crowley fic! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Christmas wasn’t going as planned here in the bunker.  You needed to get out and take a breather.  Sam and Dean were arguing about not having enough coffee.  Then they argued about what Christmas movie to watch when you proposed the idea.  You walked away from them in the middle of their quarrel, but they didn’t notice.

You grabbed your jacket, walking up the bunker stairs.  You made sure you had your hat, gloves, scarf, and most importantly your gun and your phone.  As a hunter you never know when you’ll need to protect yourself.  As you walked down the road, you checked your phone for any texts.

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Here’s some Sam fluff in honor of @buckysberrie birthday!! You’re the sweetest person and I hope you have an incredible day! You deserve it!

When Sam woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, he immediately panicked. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago to you curled up beside him. Now, the space next to him in bed was cold.

Sam got out of bed, checking the bathroom first to see if you were in there. You weren’t.

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You were sure you were going to burn a rut into the floor with your pacing back and forth. The thing was no matter what you did you couldn’t calm down. You were on edge because your boyfriend was having his knee surgery done and while yes you were there in the hospital waiting for him, you were not allowed into his surgery even though you were a nurse. It was a “conflict of interest” they said and with that you had almost caused a scene in the middle of the hospital. Niall turning to you and placing a soft kiss on your forehead telling you “everything will be fine love, I’ll be out before ya know it and ya can be me nurse and take care of me after!” was the only thing that stopped you from doing so.

The sound of footsteps drew you out of your thoughts. You stopped pacing and looked up just in time to see a doctor approach you. “Miss? You’re here with Niall Horan correct?”

“Yes. Is he okay? Things went okay right? Can i see him” You realized you were rambling and chuckled a bit to yourself. “Sorry I’m just really on edge”

The doctor chuckled himself and led you over to a seat. “He’s just fine, still a bit groggy. You can go in and see him. Once he’s woken up a bit more and papers are signed you’re free to take him home”

Niall hadn’t taken long to wake up more from the anesthesia and not long after you two were pulling into the driveway. Once you parked the car you turned to Niall. He looked so peaceful as he had fallen asleep on the ride home. His head was smushed against the window and soft snores were coming out of him. You hated to wake him but you were sure he’d be more comfortable inside, in a bed.

“Ni…Niall” You ran your hand through his hair, scratching at his head a bit. He mumbled to himself and opened his eyes. He turned his head toward you, blinking his sleepy eyes, and yawned. “Babe we’re here, how about we get you inside and all cozy in bed.”

He just shook his head yes and leaned back against the window. You giggled and got out the car to grab the wheelchair and bring it over to his side of the car. Getting Niall into the wheelchair and into bed was quite of a challenge but you had successfully done so. He was now sat in bed with some pillows propping him up. You took a seat on the edge of the bed next to him, grabbed his hand and ran your thumb back and forth across his hand. “How are you feeling babe? Any pain? Anything you need?”

Niall turned to you and gave you a soft smile.
“I’m just fine love. No pain at all, ya know being a strong man and all. Id be set to just watch some golf and maybe eat some food. I’m starving! Since your my nurse and all would ya be so kind as to make me some food?” He gave you a big cheesy grin and chuckled.

You just rolled your eyes and smiled. “I guess I could do that. Remote is next to you so you can turn on golf. Your medication is on the nightstand as is a glass of water to take them with. Do not, I repeat, do not even attempt to move or get out of bed. If you need me holler okay?” You leaned over and ruffled his hair and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

Niall grabbed your hand as you pulled away and pulled you back to him. He gave you a soft sweet kiss on the lips and gave you a smile. “Thank ya love, don’t know what I’d do without ya.”

You just blushed and left the room smiling like a fool. You went into kitchen and began making Niall some food. As you were heading back into the bedroom with Niall’s food you heard him grumbling to himself.

“Damnit. Why are ya so far away?!” You giggled silently to yourself as you walked into the room. There was Niall leaning over to the nightstand struggling to reach the glass of water. “Having trouble love?”

Niall huffed and stopped reaching once he heard your voice. He looked up at you and frowned. “Why is the nightstand so far away? I was jus trying to take these two pills but I can’t reach me water” He held open his hand to show the two pills he had mentioned.

“Niall James Horan what do you think you’re doing?! You can’t take two of these! You’re only supposed to take one every 4-6 hours!” You huffed, placed his food down on the bed and grabbed the two pills out of his hand. You placed one pill back into the bottle and handed him the water and pill.

“Oi! Why are ya yelling at me? I jus got me knee cut open!” He took the water and pill and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m just trying to make sure you stay alive babe. Taking two of these could of been dangerous. I’m not trying to yell at you, just trying to make sure you recover correctly. Im sorry if that makes me be a bit stern and such. It’s just how I get since it my job.” You sat on the bed next to him and gave him a small smile.

“I know love. And I love ya for it. And I am thankful for ya. Couldn’t of asked for a better person to take care of me. My own at home personal nurse.” He gave you a big cheeky smile and a wink then pulled you into his arms and rested his head on your shoulder.

“How about we eat and watch a movie? You can pick since you’re the patient” You giggled and got up to grab the food and remote. You sat the tray on Niall’s lap and snuggled in close to him. Niall flicked through the channels and finally stopped when he saw When Harry Met Sally" was on.

“Oi look love, it’s one of ya favorites! We can watch this one since it’s a good one and as a thank ya for taking care of me.” He turned to you with a smile on his face and planted multiple kisses all over your face. You giggled and swatted at him to stop even though you didn’t mean it.

You honestly loved him being goofy and already back to his normal self after such a long day. Plus you didn’t mind taking care of him at all. Yes being a nurse was your job, but it wasn’t why you didn’t mind taking care of Niall. You didn’t mind because he was your boyfriend and you loved him.

After he stopped attacking your face with kisses you shared a long sweet kiss. You rested your head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear “what would you do without me?”

You knew he was rolling his eyes you didn’t even have to look. You knew he really did appreciate all that you did for him, not just now but in general. Niall loved that you were always looking out for him, from making him his favorite meal to making sure he got plenty of sleep you always had his best interests at heart and he loved you for it.

A/N: Uhh this one may or may not be new? We’ll never know. Merry Christmas. x *thanks gif source*

Pop

Sometimes, you think you can connect to someone who you later realize you’re only attached to because they fill sort of emptiness that needs to be taken care of. This connection can reach to great lengths from playful dates around the block to sudden heated bedroom games under the covers. I never knew I, myself was doing it until I saw her. I always announced that I liked someone anonymous to avoid any further confrontation about my love life. I finally had my anonymous person.

I was a house party thrown by a close friend and was sharing a drink with Olivia, a former fling who I had been hanging a lot with recently. She was one of the few people I was comfortable around and no matter what people said, I still enjoyed her company and it sort of shifted into a whole new direction when I noticed her acting different. All of a sudden, she always wanted to be around me and it got a little overwhelming. I was never one to know to handle someone’s feelings so I didn’t give myself any other choice but to keep whatever it is she thought this was, going. We were having what I thought was a stifling conversation when she leaned in and kissed me. With no warning, just went straight for it. I pulled away, not even a second later and looked puzzled into her eyes as she looked back at me in dismay. “I’m sorry.” She muttered and walked away, flustered.

I sighed and took giant swig from my beer when I felt a forceful thump against my back, pushing me forward, leaning on the skinny table beside me for stability. Feminine giggles heard behind me as I saw another friend of mine with a new girl I hadn’t recognized but was responsible for breaking me out of trance from her clumsy actions. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She spoke, unable to contain herself. Her smile was the first thing I noticed, it was different; Her eyes, with a hint of nervous and unamusement. “Sorry Cal.” my friend, Blaire, pat my upper arm, smiling and ran off with the mysterious brunette, who quickly turned her gaze back at me and back. I downed more of my drink, furrowing my eyebrows and headed slowly in their direction. I momentarily made small conversation with people along the way so I wouldn’t make it too obvious I was following her. I tried to forget her but she kept reappearing wherever I went. With every person I spoke to, eye contact was rarely given because I could not stop looking at her. Her face was now plastered in my mind and so was her smile. She was definitely not afraid to let it stretch across her face. Her nose crinkled and she leaned slightly forward, sometimes covering her mouth to hide her insane smile. Before I knew it, the person whom I was supposed to be engaging in a conversation with was gone. I should’ve expected that.

My beer bottle was conveniently empty and I approached the table with the cooler in which they were provided and popped off the cap without an opener with my savvy skills. “Excuse me.” That familiar voice spoke behind me. She gave me that smile, for some reason, made me feel so different inside. I smiled back and stepped aside as she reached into the cooler and retrieved a bottle. Her body’s searching motions made me assume she was looking for a bottle opener and I turned momentarily to set my own bottle down to help her in attempt to potentially start a conversation. “Hey, I can open that for you, if you’d-” Pop “-like,” I chuckled, still finishing my offer to see her sipping from her self opened bottle already. “Thank you, but I think I’m all set.” She smiled through her teeth and turned to walk away. My first thought was what just happened as if it wasn’t simple enough. I furrowed my eyebrows and sat down. I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Olivia standing there, fiddling her fingers.

“Oh hey…” “Cal, about what happened earlier tonight,” “You know what, don’t even mention it. We don’t have to dive into that. We both know we had a little too much to drink and shit happens.” Her eyes narrowed slowly down, sulking. “It’s alright.” I gave a small smile, patting her arm and her walking away. I broke out my trance once again as I felt a tap on the opposite shoulder. “excuse me… you must really like beer to always be blocking this cooler,” the voice spoke sarcastically. “I could say the same about you, you can really ingest a bottle,” “Actually, it’s for Blaire.” “What? Blaire can’t walk anymore and help herself like a big girl now?” I said shaking my head in Blaire’s direction while she stuck the middle finger at me grinning. She, however, smiled politely and shook her head. “Well, she can’t really open a bottle quite yet so I guess that’s why she has me.” Pop She set the water bottle I was drinking aside and tossed the beer cap in the basket. “Where did you learn how to do that?” “It’s an ancient technique.” “And I thought I was the only one who conquered the bottle cap trick.” “You must be Calum.” I blinked, taken back by her sudden knowledge of who I was. “I’m sorry, have we met?” I furrowed my eyebrows at her. “Uh no, Blaire just mentions who her friends are casually. She refers to you as, um, beer boy? And I assumed that meant it was cause of something like this.” “Nice. You know me, who are you?” “Y/N.” I held out my hand to shake hers and for the first time, I was feeling awkward around a stranger. “Thanks Y/N. I’m glad I can count on you.” Blaire bumped her shoulder, taking the bottle from her. “So… Have you met-” “Yeah, Blaire you’re about 4 minutes late. Thanks for trying though.” I sipped my beer, shaking my head. “Beer boy?” She broke out laughing. “Sorry I didn’t think that’d come up but since it did, now I know you guys talked plenty. I hate to break this up but our ride is outside sooo, I’ll catch you later.” She fist bumped me, clicking her teeth and pulled her away as she gave that familiar soft smile and mouthed a goodbye. I sat back down and started clearing bottles out of courtesy and I noticed a black rubber object peeking from between a few empty bottles. I pulled it out and saw it was a miniature bottle opener attached to few keys. I looked them over and saw Y/N scribbled onto the handle in silver ink. That little sneak. I quickly slid it into my coat pocket and with a smirk and walked away before anyone saw.

Hello there boys and girls and everyone in between! So a little change in plans for this A/N. Due to the number of people asking to be tagged in this little fic, I’ve decided to move all tagging to the end. That way, it’s not making for this huge chunk of text at the beginning of the story that might deter some from reading it. Can I just say, though, how nice it was to have so many comments? So many people have sent asks and messages about this fanfiction and it really warms my heart. Anyway, without further ado, The Tower Part 3; Enjoy!

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‘The Tower’ (Part 3)

Part 2

You groaned gutturally, long and slow. Against the quiet of the woodland, though, it seemed even louder and more brash. The twittering of wildlife was quiet in your ears; your senses were only coming back slowly. The world remained black for quite a while as the thrum of the thicket gradually grew in volume. When the world was no louder than a rumble, your sight slowly began to return.

A kaleidoscope of greens and blues greeted you, the sight of the forest ceiling feeling oddly welcoming. You lifted your heavy head and attempted to sit up, cursing the wooziness you felt. Placing a hand on the back of your skull, you felt a tender lump and turned to see what had hit you. A particularly thick branch was swinging limply.

“Maker’s breath,” you hissed, letting your legs wake up before trying to stand. That wasn’t what slowed you, however. Your skirt was ripped up to the knees where a particularly large cut lay on your ankle. Hitting the floor had taken more of a toil on you than you’d originally thought. On top of that, even more bruises littered your skin – and as you attempted to stand, you felt your right ankle give way and you were on the floor once more.

Eventually, with the help of a nearby tree, you were able to make a go of standing upright. Walking was the next challenge. By leaning on branches, grasping at logs, and even crawling at times, you were able to wobble your way forwards.

Or at least, you hoped it was forwards.

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KAI PARKER FIC

Bruises (Pt. 1)

My fave, @fandomimagineswithme, asked me to write a Kai fic, so this is my first one and i’m hoping it’s not a flop!

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Malachai Parker, or so he claimed to be, sat hidden behind the rounded corner of the girls bedroom, his head against the wall, knees to his chest as he took in quiet, ragged breaths. She’d found him outside, running, crying, and though she had no idea from what, the good in her heart told her that bringing him in was the proper thing to do. The girl’s room was warm and inviting, full of light and colorful family photos, essentially the opposite of Kai’s, and it seemed to emit the same radiance as she did. He was clothed in a black tee and torn old grey jacket, frayed and dirty around the edges, and his full lips seemed to bend down into a permanent frown.

“Here, tea,” the girl entered the room, shutting the door quietly behind herself, raising a finger to her lips. She was wearing a floral printed white blouse paired with a high waisted black skirt and cute little brown boots covered in the mud from outside. She held a steaming blue mug of tea in her hands, and she kicked her boots off as she sunk slowly to the floor and handed it to the boy, who outstretched trembling hands.

“Thanks,” he muttered, eyes anywhere but on her as he took a sip.

The girl watched him as if he were some foreign creature, her eyes darting to his sunken blue eyes, colorless cheeks, and-

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, reaching out towards a purplish blue bruise on Kai’s wrist.

He snapped his arm quickly away, as if an instinct, apologizing at one, “s-sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” she said apologetically, “I shouldn’t have….”

She continued watching, not saying a word until he put his mug down. Once he did, he finally locked eyes with her, getting a good look at her pretty face for the first time, instantly feeling himself freeze over. She looked so sad over a stranger, so, human.

“Are you okay, Malachai Parker?” she asked softly, genuinely. 

“You can call me Kai,” he responded.

“I like Malachai,” she smiled, little dimples alighting her cheeks “it’s nice.”

“Oh,” he said, taken aback, “alright.”

Her smile faded, fully aware he’d avoided the question, but not pressing him for more, she pushed herself up and walked away before quickly returning with a hoodie in her arms.

“Change,” she insisted, “I’ll wash your clothes for you, they’re pretty dirty.”

“It’s really okay,” Kai shook his head.

“Kai,” she sighed, giving him that pout and bright eyes.

“Alright,” he said, standing. He just stood there, waiting for her to realize.

“Oh! Right, sorry, I’ll go,” she said, handing Kai the pullover and stepping out the room. As she left, she couldn’t help but catch sight of him in the reflection of her window. He pulled off his black shirt, and her hands went flying to her mouth as she caught sight of his beaten and bruised body. Initially, she’d been worried the her biggest clothes wouldn’t fit him, but he easily slid the clothes over his skinny and underfed body. She quickly ducked behind the wall before he could catch her looking, eyes wet as she shook her head in disbelief. She went to put his clothes into the wash before returning with her composed self back in order, wiping at her eyes before she entered her room again.

Kai stood awkwardly near her bed, eyes drifting up as she drew close. 

“These smell like you, like, really nice,” he said, toying with the sleeve of her clothes.

“Oh,” she smiled bashfully, cheeks warming, “uh, thanks.”

A sort of tension seemed to hang between the two, and not sure what to say, she quickly added, “your clothes will be done soon, I put them on quick wash.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I mean, I can wait for them but I don’t want to hold you up, so if you want me to go…” he trailed off.

“No, it’s okay,” she insisted, “wait.”

She sighed and suddenly sunk straight down onto her bed atop the fluffy quilts, rubbing at her temples with agitation. She felt his weight sink slowly down beside her, and she raised her head to catch the worry in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kai asked.

“What’s wrong?” she laughed sadly. “What’s wrong is I found a stranger out by himself in the middle of the night with nobody, and he hasn’t mentioned once where he came from or where he’s planning on going. He won’t tell me about the bruises he’s covered in, and now I’m scared to let him go back to wherever he got those bruises,” she said, jaw clenched as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Kai didn’t say anything, rather, he didn’t know how to.

“Who are you, Malachai Parker?” she asked quietly.

“I think the word you’re looking for is what,” he said after a long silence.

“What?” she asked, eyebrows furrowing as she raised her head.

“I’m not-” he stumbled, not quite sure how to open up, “I’m not like you.”

“How?” she pressed on.

Kai closed his eyes, giving his head a little shake as he searched for the right way to show her. His eyes fell to a silver ring around her finger, and he signalled at it before gently sliding it off of her hands and placing it into his opened palms. He then proceeded to quietly whisper some sort of strange incantation, and the girls eyes widened as the ring began to melt into his flesh, silver goo dripping across his fingertips. Liquid dripped down before vanishing all at once as his blue eyes opened hesitantly.

“That’s how,” he said softly.

“You’re- You have magic?” she gasped quietly. He expected her to be more horrified than happy, which is why he was taken aback by the grin that split across her lips.

“It’s not that simple,” he uttered. “I don’t have magic, I steal it.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“I’m a heretic, but, I’m also a siphon. The rest of my family, well, they’re all perfect little heretics, but me, I’m just the dysfunctional outcast. The only way I get my magic is by taking it from other people, so, that doesn’t go down very well with the gemini coven, you know, ‘crazy sociopath’ and all.”

Half of what he said took a couple of seconds to process, but she figured it out eventually, scooting herself sideways to face Kai.

“So, the bruises?” 

“My father,” Kai said coldly.

She sat there in shock, brain going crazy as she took it all in, and suddenly she was bent forward, wrapping her arms tightly around the heretic before he could say anything. She sunk her face into the back of his neck, squeezing him lightly and gently rubbing her hand over the small of his back. Kai went stiff for a moment, but then cautiously sunk into her arms, eyes closing as he breathed her in, this feeling unfamiliar to him.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, releasing him. “For what you’re going through, and for making you tell me.”

“I’m sorry I let you take me in,” he said, to which her eyes narrowed. “It’s clear to see you’re a perfect girl with a perfect life, and I don’t want to get in the middle of that and mess it up,” he sighed.

“Maybe I don’t want a perfect life,” she murmured, eyes fixated on Kai’s.

Kai took in a shaky breath before standing and heading over to the girl’s window, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to prevent her control over him to continue.

“Malachai,” she said, taking his hand from behind.

He felt his heart go crazy, biting at his lip to restrain himself.

“You need to let someone in,” she begged, “I want to be that someone.”

Kai turned, eyes opening, “Don’t you see? I can’t be selfish with someone like you,” he said. “You’re precious, human, I just can’t-”

“Don’t,” she pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Thank you, for taking me in, for showing me more kindness in one night than I’ve ever been shown in my life, but, I have to go.”

He raised his slender fingers to her face, gently pushing her stray hairs behind her ears, the faintest of smiles tickling his lips, “goodbye.”

And then he was gone.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
3 644
warning : smut
summary : (in the new Prison World) Reader gets sent into the Prison World with Kai. One day Kai comes back and finds out she had sneaked into his room while he was out of the house.
*not my gif
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Three months.
That’s how long it had been since Y/N had arrived in the Prison World. It was still a mystery to her how exactly that had happened. First few days had been hell for her , with Kai either torturing her using his magic or following her around trying to get her to talk to him. She hadn’t had a clue who he was at first , then he had told her his story. Y/N had ran away , trying to hide from him - it was a big world after all , but Kai had found her.

“I promise I am not going to hurt you. I might annoy you but never hurt you.” he said wrapping his hands around her , ignoring her protests and attempts to get free. “I don’t want to be alone again. Trust me , neither do you. Just give me a chance.”


After that things had gotten better , sort of. Kai still had a bad temper and they often fought over the smallest things like how hot the coffee should be or if the pancakes had been fluffy enough. He had had only one request , though he made it sound more like an order. Y/N was not to go into his room. Naturally Y/N had been always curious about what could be inside that would make him forbid her to enter. Over the following weeks Y/N had started to feel attraction to him. There was something about the way he acted when he was angry that turned her on every time and a couple of times she found herself dreaming smutty dreams about him which only added more to her desire to be with him.
That was the case this morning.
Y/N walked to the kitchen in her PJ’s only to find a breakfast left for her and a note with her name on it…

Off to the store.
Be back before lunch.
- K.

Kai had made her her favorite breakfast - chocolate chip pancakes with coconut cream on top and a cup of coffee with steam coming off it. Y/N took a sip , nearly choking when she found out there was cinnamon in the coffee. She loved cinnamon in her coffee and he had made sure the start of the day for her would be perfect even without him around. He was being extra nice to her lately and she had no idea why.
A thought popped into her head as she was eating her pancakes , her gaze drifting to the clock on the wall on the left. It was 10.45AM which meant she had time to go and maybe find out why Kai wanted to keep her away from his room. Y/N got up quickly nearly running towards the second floor , taking the stairs two at a time. A minute later she stood in front of his bedroom. For a moment she hessitated , then she placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it. The door had always been locked , but not this time…
Y/N smiled to herself , carefully pushing the door open. Kai’s room was pretty basic , a king size bed on the wall straight ahead of the door , a desk near by the window and a walk in closet to the left. As far as she could gather , there wasn’t anything in there he’d want to hide from her. Her fingers trailed his desk and she sat on his chair , spinning it around a couple of times. There were a couple of pencils on the desk and blank parchment paper. The drawers had locks and she fought the urge to try and open them so instead she got up and tossed herself onto his bed.
“Woww.” she muttered , her head resting in the softest pillow ever. “Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to left me in here. Cuz he knew I’d want one of those.” she laughed to herself , turning her head around taking in Kai’s scent. It was everywhere in the room , intoxicating her. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment , the dream she had had earlier popping into her mind.
In the dream Kai had sneaked behind her as she was getting ready to go to sleep and pushed her onto her bed , crawling over her. His lips on hers , kissing her without letting her take a breath for more than a second and then his hand had pushed into her PJ bottoms teasing her for a few minutes before his fingers had entered her… Sadly for her the dream had ended in the middle of nothing when the alarm clock had woken her up.
Without realising it Y/N hand slid down her stomach and into PJ bottoms , her fingers lightly rubbing her swollen clit. It had been nearly 2 hours since she had woken up , yet the feeling was still there and the dream had felt so real. Her eyes fluttered closed , a low moan escaping her lips. Her other hand squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Y/N had no idea how long she had been there and then suddenly the feeling of someone’s eyes on her made her open hers. Kai was standing by the door , looking at her with an unreadable expression on his face. Y/N froze for a second , pulling her hand out of her PJ’ bottoms and getting off the bed quickly with a terrified expression on her face.
Kai hadn’t expect to find this when he got home , not exactly anyways. The past few weeks he had been the one sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night , manipulating her dreams. He didn’t know what those feelings he had meant , all he knew was that he wanted her…and he had fought the urge to grab her and have his way with her in the real world for weeks now. But this changed everything. Y/N hadnt even realised he had returned and just kept teasing herself onto his bed. Every moan tumbling off her lips making Kai want her even more. He had to yet again fight the urge to whoosh himself on top of her ,pin her hands over her head and fuck her senseless.

Kai hadn’t said a word to her , his eyes following her every move as she made her way to the door. Kai had blocked her way and didn’t seem to have any intension of letting her go through it. Y/N kept looking at the ground.
“Oh sweetheart , don’t look so scared and ashamed.” said Kai in low calm voice. “I am not angry you got in my room without permission. However …” he lifted her chin up and she noticed his eyes were black. “… I am quite upset you teased yourself on my bed.” he paused for a moment , his fingers stroking her cheek in a loving way. He wanted to be the one touching her like that.
“I … I um… I’m sorry.” she said , panic starting to take over her.There was no way to tell what he’d do next. “It won’t happen a-again.”
“You are right about that , sweetheart.” he said with a devilish smirk. “I am going to make sure of that.”
Y/N looked at him with a puzzled expression than took a step back from him , then another seeing how he wasn’t moving from the door. When she was halfway back to the bed , Kai stepped towards her and she tried to run past him but he used magic to shut the door and lock it. Her hand was on the door knob , the other on the door trying to open it. In the end she rested her forehead resting against it and then she felt someone behind her. Slowly Y/N turned around coming face to face with Kai , who didn’t look angry at all. He was looking at her as if she was his pray. Kai braced his hands against the door caging her in , slowly leaning towards her.
“Sorry for closing the door like that.” he said in a low voice. “I just can’t affort to let you go. Not yet anyways.”
Kai listened to her heart beat and her breathing both of which had changed completely in the past half minute. Her eyes were darting between his eyes and his lips , then she blinked fast a couple of times and swiftly sneaked under his hands. He smiled to himself , turning around and grabbing her by the waist before in a flash he pushed her onto his bed , leaning over her , making her drag herself up until her head hit the headboard. Kai standing this close to her , looking at her the way he did - with a mix of seduction , anger and domination - was driving her nuts. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second.He brushed his fingers through her hair for a moment.
“What are you going to do to me ?”
“I am going to teach you a lesson , sweetheart. You can’t break the rules without concequenses…”
Kai slid back off the bed pulling her hips down. Y/N shifted on the bed and he pinned her back onto it with magic , holding her hands over her head. He popped up in his closet for a moment coming out with a thin rope and tied her hands to the headboard.
“You didn’t think I’d let it slip because its the first time did you?” his voice low and seductive. “No , no , no …”
He snapped his fingers and her clothes / underwear went flying off her body torn to pieces , leaving her completely exposed to him. He bit his lower lip at the sight of her on his bed. It was finally real , not a dream he had given her. Kai leaned over Y/N , burrying his head in the crook of her neck leaving wet sloppy kisses which slowly he turned into purple splotches. Kai’s finger trailed agonisingly slowly down her naked body towards her heat. His fingers teased her folds for a few moments , spreading her arousal around before he pushed two fingers inside her , watching her throw her head back. Y/N bit her lip trying not to moan out. Kai’s thumb rubbed her clit in figure eights , the pressure getting harder by the second.
“Kai … ” she moaned out. “I’m s-sorry.“
“I know you are sweetheart … but lets not pretend this isn’t what you wanted to happen.” he whispered to her. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about this , haven’t you ?”
Y/N gulped. How did he know ? She tried to think of a moment she had slipped up but couldn’t focus on anything besides him right now. His lips hovering over hers , his fingers curling inside her slowly , exploring every inch before he pulled them out and pushed them in again and again at a faster pace. A soft moan tumbled off her lips and she could see Kai’ smirk hearing it ,pushing and curling his fingers inside her faster every second. The louder her moans were getting the more he speeded up his actions and just as she was about to cum he pulled his fingers out leaving her stranded on the edge.
“What the …”
“Oh , sweetheart..” Kai tilted his head , “You didn’t think I’d let you cum did you ? You are not going to cum until I say so.”
Y/N pushed her hips down at him looking for any kind of friction , but there was none. She closed her eyes for a moment remembering the feeling of Kai’s fingers assaulting her , his lips on her body ..
“Please Kai …”
Instead of finishing her off , Kai leaned over her , his lips hungrily kissing hers. Y/N opened her mouth wide open , allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. She moaned into the kiss , his hand snaking around her neck squeezing it lightly for a moment as he left kisses down her neck and onto her chest. Taking in her breasts into his mouth , moaning as he did so. Kai’s hands squeezing them and rolling her nipples between his middle and index fingers. Y/N arched her back off the bed a little , a louder moan escaping her lips.
“Please …” she begged again and again , as his lips trailed down her stomach leaving kisses and wet splotches on their way to her heat. He rubbed her clit in rough eights for a few moments , while leaving soft kisses on her tights getting closer and closer to where she needed him most.
Kai enveloped her swollen clit in his mouth sucking on it while roughly pushing in two fingers inside her without any warning. Y/N let out a small scream at the feeling, her back slightly arching from the bed. He curled his fingers inside her , exploring every inch before pulling them out all the way to the fingertips and pushing them in again. Y/N moaned out pushing her hips down on him.
“I want to touch you..” she cried , pulling at the rope tying her hands to the headboard. “Please let me touch you.”
“No.” said Kai sternly. “Naughty girls don’t get to make demands sweetheart.”
Her walls clenched around his fingers , a louder moan escaping her lips. Somehow Kai had found her g-spot and almost each time he pushed in his fingers , he hit it. His tongue flickered on her clit for a moment before he blew a light stream of air onto it getting her even closer to the edge again.
“K-Kai … I’m clo-se” she moaned out , her eye lids flittering open and closed catching glimpses of Kai’s face. He looked at her with such lust and domination it turned her on even more…and just as she was about to get her release there was nothing. Kai shoved his wet fingers into her mouth , watching her gag and trash under him a single tear rolling out of her eye. She didn’t know how , but this gesture turned her on even more.
“Did you think I’d let you cum this time , princess? Tsk tsk .. No , no…” his voice dropping a few octaves. Kai pulled his fingers off her mouth leaning in towards her. “What kind of a lesson would that be?”
He traced down her body with his fingers , lightly rubbing on her clit for a moment getting her back a step from the edge before denying her her release once again.
“Please Kai ..” she begged.
Kai shook his head. “No.”
His hands cupped her breasts , squeezing them tight rolling her nipples in between his index and middle finger before he pressed the flat of his tongue onto them.
“Please Kai .. I need you. ” she begged again.
He growled and looked up at her , purple black veins under his eyes showing for a few seconds. Y/N hadn’t realised how hot he looked when his vampirism showed.
Kai lightly rubbed her clit before pushing his fingers inside her again , this time three fingers stretching her out a little. He couldn’t help but think how good it would feel when he got the chance to fuck her the way he wanted - so rough she wouldn’t be able to walk for days. Or maybe he’d play nice the first time. He hadn’t made up his mind yet.
“Kai ..” she moaned out his name as for 4th time he got her to the edge and denied her the pleasure she craved. Except this time he left his fingers inside her.
“Please what sweetheart ? You want to cum ?”
Kai was enjoying this , she could tell. If only she hadn’t had been pinned to the bed…
“Yes .. please let me cum… ”
His fingers curled inside her again once then stopped again.
Kai leaned over her , their foreheads almost touching , his eyes gazing into hers as he curled his fingers inside her once again. Y/N bit her lip , her eyes rolling in her head. He was driving her insane - playing with her like that , making her crave him more and more… All she wanted was him , right in this moment.
“Please Kai…” she begged him again. “Fuck me.”
Kai grinned hearing the words he had been waiting for her to say. His fingers curled inside her again , pushing and pulling at a faster speed , his thumb rubbing her clit in rough eights right before he pulled away again , getting off the bed stripping off quickly and getting onto the bed again. Kai parted her legs , leaning in burrying his face in her core , his tongue sliding inside her while his nose lightly brushed against her clit.
“Please..” she begged as he suddenly stopped again.
He pushed two fingers in , curling them inside her cheating with vampire speed pumps. Y/N threw her head , arching her back a loud moan following as he slowed down for a second and picked up the pace again. She was almost at the edge , half afraid he’d deny her the pleasure she craved again , half afraid she’d cum before he had told her to.
“MMmm cum for me baby girl.” he said , his tongue flickering across her clit for a second before his lips began sucking on it again.
“Kai Fuckk” she moaned out as a strong wave of orgasm washed over her. All the built up pressure getting released at once making her scream out his name. Kai kept devouring her , not stopping or slowing down for a second , pushing his fingers inside her again cheating using his vampire speed as he thrusted and curled them insde until another release came. Y/N trashed and screamed his name , suddenly realising he had used his magic to undo the rope tying her hands. He pulled himself up and just as she thought maybe she could get some control , Kai pinned her wrists over her head again , his grip so tight there would definitely be bruises the shape of his finger tips. His fingers stroked her cheek gently.
“Sweet innocent Y/N…” he whispered. “I’ve been wanting to make you mine for weeks … now there is no way I’d ever let you go.”
“Then don’t.” she whispered.
After what he had done to her in the past hour , she never wanted to be away from him. Kai teased her entrance with his hard lenght , pushing just the tip inside of her and pulling out then repeating again listening to her moans. Without warning he thrusted in deep , making her body jolt forward. He was filling her to the brim.
“Fuck Kai.” she screamed out. He pulled out almost completely and then thrusted in even deeper with bigger force than before making her scream out again. Kai breathed heavily , intertwining his fingers with hers as another hard deep thrust followed. He was going in a slow pace , stretching her out before picking up the pace. Every thrust knocking out the air from her lungs leaving her wanting more. Her mouth hanging open , gasps and moans escaping her lips.
“You’re so tight..” grunted Kai.
He thrusted in deep , hard and fast over and over again. Kai wrapped his hand around her neck , holding her in place while swinging her leg over his shoulder. Y/N held onto his wrist for support as his hard length pumped inside and out of her going in deeper than before bringing her closer and closer to another release. Being with Kai in the real world felt much more magnified than what had happened in her dreams. Her mind was cloudy but a part of her was starting to wonder if those dreams she had had been all part of her subconcounce or maybe something else.
“K-Kai , I’m clo-se..”
“I know sweetheart , so am I… ” he grunted , his thrusts getting sloppier but never slowing down. Kai’s hand reached to rub her clit , drawing rough figure eights on it , turning her moans into little screams. Y/N’s walls contracted more frequently around his shaft making him groan each time that happened. She was a whimpering moaning mess , her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her back slightly arching from the bed as she came screaming his name and trashing under him. Kai’s eyes were on her the entire time , a smug smirk on his face hearing Y/N scream his name again. Her orgasm triggering his.
“Fuck..”
Y/N felt Kai come in hot spurts inside of her, his thrusts not slowing down until he was done. He released his grip on her neck leaning in to kiss her , taking the last of her breath away before collapsing on top of her. Kai was breathing heavily , his hot breath tickling her skin. He placed a soft kiss onto her neck , feeling his fangs come out. There had been another thing he had wanted to do , all of his self control slipping away as his emotions blurred into hunger. A split second later Kai sank his teeth into her coroted artery , Y/N’s nails digging into his back as he fed from her.
“That feels amazing.” she whispered.
Kai rolled off her looking at the ceiling for a moment before turning towards her. Y/N had already turned towards him , her eyes gazing into his. There was blood dripping from his chin , her blood.
“So sweetheart… Did you learn your lesson?”
Y/N nodded , she had learned a lesson.
Except she was sure it had been the wrong one.A few days passed and Kai had gone back to acting the way he had before their intimate moment , then Y/N sneaked into his room in the middle of the night snuggling closer to him. Kai had had his eyes closed and Y/N had assumed he was sleeping but then in a flash he was on top of her , his hand on her neck.
“I guess I haven’t learned my lesson as well as I thought …” she trailed , seeing Kai smirk at her. “Care to refresh my memory ?”

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I’d like to bring a bit of attention to Gimli’s last shot (see: Figure 1) in The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003). It’s lovely, it’s joyous, it’s brief, but it’s also terribly clever. 

“Why” you’re probably wondering, “is a shot of Gimli in awe of falling petals… clever?” 

It seems strange, I know, but with the help of The Silmarillion (1977), and a bit of patience for long text posts, all will become clear! 

To those who have not read The Silmarillion, which is entirely understandable because of it’s admittedly Biblical writing style and swift pace, I’m going to provide a summary of relevant points. You can read the bolded lettering and understand the basics of what I’m conveying, but try to read the unbolded bits as well if only to further your understanding.  

  • Eru Ilúvatar (God) is the all-powerful being who creates , or existence. This means that he is the only one who can create other beings without answering to a higher power because he is the highest power. 
  • He creates: the Ainur, the Maiar, Elves, and Men, respective to time of creation and power. 
  • The Valar, the fourteen Ainur who shape Eru’s into Arda, the world of which Middle-earth is only a continent (see: Figure 2), can create other beings only with Eru’s consent. 
  • Eru keeps secret from the Ainur and Maiar the dates he has set for Elves and Men to “wake”, or come to be, in Arda
  • Note: Eru doesn’t create the Dwarves.

“Then who does?” you’re likely wondering. 

  • Aulë - the Valar known as the Smith for his dominion over the “substances of which Arda [i]s composed” as well as his ability to forge those substances - is intrinsically creative

This is an excellent trait for making the Two Lamps or Melkor’s Chain, Angainor. However, Aulë grows impatient of waiting for the awakening of Elves and Men because he simply wants “learners to whom he [can] teach his lore and his crafts” (Tolkien 49). 

  • Thus, Aulë is driven to create dwarves, an unauthorized creation of sentient beings, upsetting Ilúvatar.
  •  In order to appease Ilúvatar, Aulë nearly destroys his beloved creations via hammer-blow. (see: Figure 3 below)
  • Luckily, Ilúvatar has mercy on both the Dwarves and Aulë. Seeing that the Dwarves are independent of Aulë because they cower in fear of destruction via hammer-blow, Ilúvatar deems their destruction unethical.

Of course, everyone is not so forgiving. 

  • “[F]earing that the other Valar might blame his work”, Aulë makes the Seven Fathers of the Dwarves “in secret” (Tolkien 49).  Secrecy - which indicates a lack of trust - is how he upsets his wife Yavanna Kementári, who holds dominion over all living things, including all flora and fauna. The latter of which involves trees. 

Let’s play: “How mad is she?”! 

  • Yavanna is not as mad as she could be, but upset enough to inform Aulë that “because [he] hid[] this thought from [her] until its achievement, [his] children [the Dwarves] will have little love for the things of [her] love” (Tolkien 51). 
  • She also says, “[Let] thy children beware! For there shall walk a power in the forests [Ents and the trees they protect] whose wrath [the Dwarves] will arouse at their peril” (Tolkien 53). 

Let’s play: “What could be the worst possible response?”! What Aulë says, of course: 

  • “Nonetheless they [the Dwarves] will have need of wood” (Tolkien 53).


This powerful familial and marital conflict is why Dwarves and organic beings - such as trees and Ents - are not fond of one another in any way. 

  1. Trees do not appreciate being felled by Dwarvish axes. 
  2. Consequently, Dwarves do not appreciate being physically destroyed by the same timber they need to fuel their forges. 

Recall: the very pillars of Moria are hewn into the shapes of trees because Dwarves, unlike Elves and Men, cannot walk through a forest safely. Therefore, imitation is the closest Aulë’s folk will come to experiencing a walk through the woods. 

Indeed, we can use Gimli himself as an example of the result of this hatred, for in The Two Towers (1954), he claims that it is madness which drives Merry and Pippin beneath the boughs of Fangorn Forest, home to - you guessed it - trees and Ents! He has been taught by Gloin that one must be psychologically disturbed if they desire to willingly interact with trees outside of exploitation. 

This is a hatred deeper even than that which divides Elves and Dwarves because it is caused by mutual fear.  


Now. Hopefully, I haven’t lost you, because we’re returning to the original point I was attempting to enforce: the above shot of Gimli the Dwarf (see: Figure 1) is terribly clever. 

If you are a fan of Tolkien’s works - as I suspect you are if you have reached this line of my incredibly lengthy text post - you are aware that Gimli undergoes a plethora of character development. 

The distrustful, bigoted, and materialistic Dwarf we first encounter…

…becomes the Dwarf who would willingly die fighting beside an Elf in battle. 

Indeed, Legolas of the Woodland Realm becomes Gimli’s dearest friend. The two explore one another’s worlds after the War of the Ring concludes. 

  • Legolas visits the Glittering Caves at Helm’s Deep at Gimli’s request, and Gimli visits Fangorn Forest at Legolas’s request. 
  • Even more so, when Legolas sets sail for Aman, Gimli is permitted to come with him. 

This is possibly the largest light-hearted middle-finger that has ever been given to Aulë, Yavanna, or any of the Valar. Permission for any race besides Elves to visit Valinor has never been granted before to a Dwarf. 

“But Leah…when do we really start to see this change?”

Evidence of this change is conveyed in The Return of the King via Gimli’s last shot, or Figure 1. 

Peter Jackson may have cut out the scenes showing Legolas and Gimli defying social norms by experiencing one another’s worlds, but he implied that it happened in a single shot: 

Gimli son of Gloin, a Dwarf, is shown appreciating the petals falling from a tree. And just like that, it is implied that an Ages-old conflict between Dwarves and the natural world…may be coming to a close. 

PART TWO // THE DATE | MASTERLIST


Summary: Getting the same order every day following the afternoon classes you took at the University, your life had been your education. That is until Kylo, a Barista at Java the Hutt’s cafe, walked into it. Suddenly, your world was stained by love and Kylo’s past, causing everything to change.

A/N: @cryxlowrites​ and I have decided that we’re gonna post this once a day since we’ve almost finished writing it and we have more au’s in store so expect another one tomorrow! Enjoy, feedback is welcomed!

Warning: None

Word Count: 8.7K+

Tagging: @stressedoutkylo


YOU WHAT?!” Rey exclaimed on her end of the line, nearly blowing your ear out. “He actually asked you out?! And you actually said yes?!” She shrieked as you couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t think it’d actually happen but, I mean, what are the chances? Right? Wow, this is great! You’re gonna dress hot, right?

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FRIENDS - Story


She was tired.

Her head hung low between her legs, coiled in her own emotions she had accustomed too, and kept locked away.

She was very tired.

The tears on the brim of exposer, only added on to her misery.

She was alone.

Isolation; it was the thing she feared most, but wanted desperately.

It wasn’t her fault that she grew up alone, in a single floored house fit for only her and her parents. It wasn’t her fault that she barely had a piece of transmission with her family…she was shy and quiet – they thought she was different.

There would be days where she would skip into the cornfield just in front of her home, feeling the surface of the leaves make contact with her skin, and sensing the small pebbles that scraped against her shoes. What she loved most, was lying down in the middle of the field, shaded by the arms of the plants, and hypnotized by the white linty clouds above her head.

There’s nothing better than this. She would always say.

She loved to draw; it simply fascinated her how someone could create such beauty with only a canvas and paintbrush. She admired the precision of the brush as it was dipped into the paint and danced across the canvas.

As a child, she would take from her mothers closet – her paints – and isolated herself in the shadows of the crops, painting what she saw – beauty. She would draw until the sun kissed the lake, (it was just a fence past Mr. Thomas’ house and a path to the left.) It would amaze her how the paints would stain her fingertips; the mixture of colours reminded her of the rainbow she drew once. Her mother – already infuriated with her for invading her closet – would always refuse to let her enter the house until her fingers were “so clean I can see my reflection”.

But she wasn’t a little girl anymore; all was just a faint memory. She lost her innocence at a young age,

Painting is for little girls.

 

Drawing can’t be a job? You’ll never survive on that pay

Her innocence tattered once she realized society craved power and money. She hated the manipulation of this generation, it was the reason why so many children dispose of their dreams and do what society tells them to do.

Fuck society.

She lifted her head from between her legs,

Help me.

She rested her head on the wall,

Why? You wanted this. Her mind reminded her, she scoffed.

No one would want this.

 

She shut her eyes,

You did.

 

Her mind was her constant battle, it said it told her the truth…she was delusional, tired and sick in the mind, which only frustrated her more…she couldn’t trust herself, she was unhealthy.

You need a friend.

She pressed her fingers hard against her temples, easing the migraine that consumed her thoughts.

 

I have a friend.

A smile curved on her lips as she thought about Elliot. She met him while almost missing the bus home; he moved his knapsack from the seat beside him and let her sit. She remembered him focused on the ridges on the floor,

“You know,” he started,

 

“The world’s a shitty place”

 

During the entire bus ride, it was the only thing he said…and she couldn’t agree more.

 

“It’s like we’re the same person,” she answered quietly.

 

The bus ride continued, she watched as the crowd became smaller. Her mind wandered as she stared down at her tarnished shoes.

 

She noticed that he kept tugging on his hoodie, and held his head low.

 

“Why do you wear that hoodie?” She asked, biting her lip nervously. He shrugged, lifting his head slightly,

 

“It’s my favourite hoodie…I wear it everywhere I go”

 

She nodded, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see her with his hood in the way.

 

“What’s your name?” He asked, finally turning to her,

 

She hesitated on answering; she was shy, and thought back to what her mother said to her about talking to strangers.

 

“…Y/N” The reply sounded uncertain, as if lying. He looked at her and gave her a small smile,

 

“Is that your real name?” His attempt at sarcasm resulted in him sounding as uncertain as she did.

 

“Yes” She chucked, it became a habit to look down while she laughed, she hated her smile, she hated her laugh…and she thought by looking down others wouldn’t be able to think the same.

 

“Elliot.” He said, extending his hand out of his sweater. Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but let another smile leave her lips, while thinking of her having the unimaginable… a friend.

 

Elliot’s not your friend.  

 

The pounding in her head ceased to vanish, it only travelled deeper into her head.

 

Yes he is stop lying.

Her bottom lip was held between her teeth as she fought the urge to scream, she removed her fingers from her temples and brought her head back between her knees again,

Just when you thought things were getting better…

 

The blood pulsed in her ears, it was never going to get better, she would always feel like this…alone, isolated and dejected.

A faint knock was heard from her door,

“Hi” Elliot said, seeing his head pop in from the gap of the door.

 

“Is this a bad time?” Elliot asked, shuffling into her apartment,

“I mean, I can come back in an hour no pro-“

“Its fine,” she said promptly,

“Stay.”

Elliot nodded timidly; he made his way to her kitchen and stuffed his head into the fridge,

“Do you ever eat?” He asked,

“Other than ramen noodles and sour patch kids?”

“No” she replied, peeling herself from the wall,

“You should eat,” He said, pulling out a sandwich from his hoodie,

“I made it for you” He placed the wrapped sandwich on her table.

“Thanks.”

Silence overtook the room, as she picked at her fingers.

“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully. He never liked to intrude into her personal life; he only asked when matters were drastic.

“I’m fine,” she answered, keeping her gaze low.

“I didn’t ask if you were fine, I asked what was wrong”

She stayed silent.

He’s not your friend.

 

She picked at her fingers harder,

He’s not your friend.

 

You don’t have friends.

“Nothing” She finally answered, meeting his gaze.

Elliot nodded, before motioning to her T.V.

“Binge watch a show?”

She gave him a weak smile and kindly obliged.

Elliot scrolled through the selection of shows, her eyes wandered and eventually focused on nothing.

You’re zoning out. Her mind teased.

Elliot wrapped his arm around her shoulder once he picked a show to watch,

“You’ll like this” He said, pressing play.

Her T.V flashed the show Friends, it was her childhood show, but she didn’t want to upset Elliot since he was so thrilled to show her it.

Her head rested on Elliot’s chest, something they always did when watching practically anything. Elliot involuntarily played with the ends of her hair, and she loved it.

“Like it so far?” He asked, she couldn’t help but feel his breath on her skin, and listen to his quickening heartbeat.

“Yeah” She said, becoming completely tensionless once she heard him chuckle. Elliot was like her, isolated from the world and hid in his own emotions…it was why they got along. Hearing him chuckle was like seeing a blue moon…rare, but exquisite.

She lifted her chin so she could face Elliot. His eyes trailed from the screen to her eyes. His eyes wandered nervously,

“Y/N?” He whispered, scanning her eyes. The moment seemed endless with anticipation. 

Without a moment more, his lips were linked with hers. The settling feeling in her stomach made her heart pound, she felt wanted.

Elliot pulled away, giving her a shy smile; 


“I like you a lot, Y/N” He said, 


“It’s kinda scary”


She gave him a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she felt her cheeks turn crimson. 


Her attention was then fixated on the bickering of her vexatious mind,

He’s not your friend.

Shut up. She retaliated.

He’s not your friend, Y/N. You know it.

Aggravated, she turned away from Elliot and pressed hard against her temples.  

Shut up.

“Elliot-“ She turned back to where Elliot sat, but the space was empty.

“Elliot?” She called, leaving her current spot and scouted for him.

“Elliot!”


A firm pair of hands grabbled her torso and pulled her back,


“Relax” Elliot said, keeping her in his embrace. She felt warm tears stain her cheeks, as the emotions flooded her body. All the years of silencing her anguish trembled her body, she had no control. She turned so her face hid in his chest. Elliot’s hold became tighter, it was his way of showing comfort…it was his only way. 


“What’s wrong with me?” She dug her face deeper into his chest. Elliot pulled her from his hold in order to meet her eyes. 


“Nothing’s wrong with you okay?”


“You’re the only person I consider normal… you see the world the way I see it, a different way” 


Silence flooded the room, and Elliot pulled her into his embrace again, 


“Will you stay the night?” Her request came out as an almost inaudible whisper. Elliot stayed quiet for a moment. He then cautiously kissed the top of her head, letting out a comfortable sigh.


“Okay.”

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