it makes me hungry just seeing it

I told a potential my fee & he laughed !!!!!

LI-TER-FUCKIN-LY ! Y’all this man responded, “Lol”.

Now, this is where a lot of sugar babies make an mistake. They allow this mans mockery of how much it cost to support their needs/wants sting, they allow themselves to become vulnerable to manipulative and cheap men

I simply explained to him in the most polite and bitchy tone ever (because ladies sometimes sugar may just in look like salt), “The outfits that you so politely complimented and admired, the makeup, the hair, nails, smooth legs, they all cost. So to maintain your desired image and my lifestyle that you wish to be included in (since you messaged me) you have to support me. In exchange for your support, I shower you in attention, affection, make men envious of you, and offer you an introduction to a diverse culture. I thought that was the kind of man you were, and the interest you had in mind. However I apologize that you cant afford me and my lifestyle and I wish you the best of luck!

See what I did there, “your desired image, make men envious of you, thought that was the kind of man you were, you cant afford me”. Subliminally bruising his ego. Sooo just to try and prove how much of a man he is, now he’ll be competitive, hungry to try prove me wrong. Which he was and immediately he began to retract his statement, and accept my offers. :) people just really want what they cant have…well cant afford.

& since he was acting all funny I will neeed my cash in hand before anythannnng.

This, ladies, is why you shouldn’t lowball yourselves

Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out.  I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months  and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly  being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

i look in the mirror, bags under my eyes, my hair up in a messy bun. heavy sadness in my eyes. baggy clothes. i just don’t care what i look like, i don’t care about anything

“you need to eat, you’re loosing weight like crazy.” yeah except i’m not hungry at all. i feel sick all the time. so i just keep drinking my powerade.

my eyes are bloodshot from crying for hours. my mom lays there with me and let’s me cry and tries to comfort me. the headaches always there.

i try to talk to new guys but nobody makes me feel anything. all i see is him when i close my eyes. i can’t escape him.

i go into my room and open the box with the note he wrote. “i’ll always love you.” i’m filled with anger as i throw things against the wall in a rage. just being in this room feels like the ghost of him is still here. how can someone love you so much, then they just don’t anymore?

i just want to sleep but i can never stay asleep. i wake up at 230 everyday and can never go back to bed. i’m so tired. my mind and body. is this what it feels like to die? because that’s what this feels like. it’s so much effort to make it through the damn day.

tick
tick
tick

waiting for time to go by because that’s what heals you right? so i wait and i wait. then i realize i have been staring at the wall for 20 minutes. how did i not notice?

“come out with us it will be fun!” i don’t want to go, i have to make myself. i don’t even know what fun is anymore. but i try, i plaster on the fake fun. because nobody wants to see the sad girl who can’t get over the guy who left her suddenly. so i pretend. but i feel like i’m suffocating the whole time. it’s exhausting to pretend.

when people talk about love, they never mention this part. it amazes me how one single person can destroy you and strip away everything that you are. i think of the girl i used to be. i want so badly to get back there. i worry that i’ll never be her again. and deep down i know that i won’t be. i know that i’ll survive, i’ve seen it in many others. it just nearly kills you in the process.

—  Chapters from my life

anonymous asked:

Do you think Spider-Man's metabolism is extra fast? What do people think of him always being hungry if so? And is it compounded by him being a teenager? Is he scared he won't grow because he can never get enough nutrition? Ton of questions, I'm sorry... but I wonder about whether the poor kid ever gets enough to eat 'cause heaven knows it never seems like the teenage boys I know do and it makes me concerned/curious (concernioused?) for what it'd be like for one with an extra fast metabolism.

Anon, I know this has been in my inbox for an eternity, (sorry) 

Peter is always worried about gaining and keeping his weight on, always. Peter will probably never stop worrying. 

  • Peter was already a skinny guy when he got bitten. And as a kid that was asthmatic, pron-to illness, and never really liked sports, Peter hadn’t expected to bulk up at all. 
  • But once he became a web-slinging hero he had to really watch his food intake. (and not in the way a normal teenage boy might have too) 
  • Peter noticed two things right off the bat- 
  1. He was always hungry, always. No matter how much Peter ate he somehow always felt like he had room for more. 
  2. If he didn’t eat to replace all the calories he burned on patrols he would lose weight fast. Like unhealthily fast. 
  • Peter kind of figures that having an extra fast metabolism and a healing factor was worth the vicious animal that was now his stomach. But the teenager would be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous. 
  • And it worried him for a couple reasons-
  1. The main thing that troubled Peter was the fact that Aunt May and he just didn’t have enough income to support his stomach, and Peter didn’t know what else to do about that other than getting a job and eating less.
  2. Peter also worried about how the lack of food must be affecting his body (if his obvious ribs and hips were anything to go by) than he was guessing not good.

(I privately head-canon- that because of not having enough food Peter never grew to his full height. (This isn’t to be construed into me thinking Aunt May didn’t do her absolute best, or that Peter was starving to death) I just think it’s a realistic thing to have happen- because if Peter could have enough food to fill him every single day, he would eat them out of a house quite literally)

  • Aunt May definitely noticed Peter’s garbage disposal of a stomach and she makes sure to cook more food and give Peter bigger helping on his plate. (she did it slowly so that Peter wouldn’t notice) 
  • Peter’s classmates also notice Peter’s new found appetite, and some people (MJ and Gwen) will pass him power bars or give him some of their food at lunch. 
  • While his other peers (Flash) make fun of him for it and tease him, (even forcing Peter to eat food off the floor-“hey aren’t you always hungry Puny Parker?! This looks good!”
  • Though I will say- when Flash once caught Peter changing in the locker rooms (Peter always changed in a stall so that people wouldn’t see how skinny he was, or his random bruises from patrol) the bully got really concerned-
    “Parker, who did that to you?”
    “Flash?!”
    “Who Parker, who?” 
    “I- I was skateboarding-”
    “That’s a load of crap, Par- Peter,” 
    “It’s just a few scrapes leave me alone, Flash” 
  • (Peter is pretty sure that Flash now thinks he’s being abused, but there’s nothing he can do about that now) And Flash kind of left Peter alone after that. (Though concerned and worried looks were levered his way now, often) 
  • The superhero community takes notice of the Spidey’s black hole of a stomach after hanging out with the teenager, and they all shove food at Peter too. 
  • Though at first Spidey was all spluttery and embarrassed, and the teen didn’t want to take their charity or pity. (Cuze sometimes the kid is a stubborn dork) But after some of them explained- “you do a lot for this city, it’s the least we can do to feed you kiddo”- in a few words or less, Peter now takes the food happily. 
  • The Fantastic Four have him over for dinners and when Peter hangs out with Johnny there are always snacks and or takeout. And it doesn’t really feel like charity, it just feels like family.
  • The Avengers will ‘trick’ Spidey into coming over after they’ve patrolled/battled together- “we need to check that wound, kid, come back to the Tower” -and then let the Spider stuff his face after they’ve stitched him up. 
  • Daredevil doesn’t dottle around the subject, he just throws food at the teenager with an exasperated (but fond) “I could hear your stomach growling from three blocks away, eat dammit.”   

So overall, Peter’s fast metabolism is a problem. But not one that he can’t deal with. And hey there are worse problems than always being hungry, he’ll grow out of it, right? RIGHT!? 

Don't touch

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin wrecks you for teasing him and touching his things. (Male!dom, vibrator, explicit language, dirty talk)
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Originally posted by mvssmedia

It was only about 9pm, but you had already become restless. Jimin said he would be home within the next hour, but you didn’t feel like waiting. An hour wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t teased you with those pictures and dirty text messages. “I’m so hard for you. I can’t wait til’ I get home so I can fuck you all night. Let me see you..” His words were simple and his messages short, but that didn’t lessen the effect they had on you. After a good half minute of you not replying, he sent a picture of himself, shirtless, sweaty, and hard, standing in the practice room mirror, an incentive for you to do the same. You could tell that it was a different room than the one he normally practiced in, the room that you always snuck off to during or after practices to make out or fondle each other in the short 10 minute breaks that he had. Promises were always made in that room, dirty promises of what would happen once you got home, and the thought of Jimin in his current state standing in the room filled with your dirty secrets, turned you on more than it probably should have.

You stripped yourself of all of your clothing except for your lingerie. It was the set that Jimin liked on you the most and you wanted to tease him a bit. You sat in front of your full length mirror with bent legs. That’s when you noticed the obvious wet patch in the center of your panties, clearly a darker shade of pink than the lightly tinted undergarments you were wearing. You decided to show it off to let him know just how horny you were. With both legs bent, you opened your legs, leaving one up and ran your free hand through your slightly messy hair, biting your lip seductively and looking in the mirror with innocent doe eyes. You knew the contrast would drive Jimin crazy, he loved when you acted innocent but he loved your slutty side even more and the combination was an instant turn on for him.

After taking multiple pictures from different angles, you chose the best one and wrote a caption. It said “look at what you do to me” and when you were finished adding filters and emojis, you sent the snapchat. You didn’t want your dirty pictures to stay on Jimin’s phone and accidentally be discovered if the boys were being nosy and looked over his shoulder, so you played it safe and only set the time for 3 seconds. Immediately a notification popped up on the screen that ~Jiminnie💕~ took a screenshot. You waited for his reply.

He sent you a selfie with the caption “I haven’t even done anything… Yet 😏”. You weren’t quite happy with stopping there so you decided to strip out of the lingerie and take a picture with your legs spread. Your face was cropped out so that he could only see you biting your lip, but he had a clear view of the rest of your exposed body, especially your glistening heat. No caption was needed and he replied almost immediately, but not without taking another screenshot. “Mmmm.. Make sure you save me some dessert” followed by another snap of him sticking his tongue out saying “I’m hungry 👅💦”. Just as you were about to reply to him, he snapped you again. “I almost got caught 😳” and his face mimicked the emoji as he looked away with a blush on his face. You giggled. “Make sure you hide that boner 🍆”. Soon after, he texted you that he had to go back to practicing and that he would be home in another 45 minutes. You didn’t want to rush him, but you needed him so bad. Even though it was probably the biggest thing on his mind at the moment, you still decided to remind him how horny you were and told him to practice well and hurry home.

So here you are, in your shared home, naked, horny, and lonely for a whole 45 minutes. What else were you going to do? At first you tried to preoccupy your mind by going on social media and listening to music, but that didn’t help. Mainly because the first song that came on was House of Cards and your tumblr feed was full of Jimin smuts and gifs of him being sexy or cute. Your core was throbbing and swollen, begging for attention, but you desperately wanted to wait for Jimin. 30 minutes, you thought running your hand through your hair.

Finally giving up, you opened tumblr again and clicked on one of the smuts. Although you were dating the actual Jimin, it was always interesting to see what fans thought he was like, especially in bed. Personally, you liked to read the kinkier smuts because they turned you on, but truthfully, you liked all of the stories. As you read, your hand skimmed down your body and you imagined Jimin touching you like he was in the story. When your fingers made contact with your wet heat, you whimpered, already so sensitive. Your hand moved as you followed along with the words, fingering yourself and moving based on what was written. You got lost in the feeling quickly and you didn’t even realize when you stopped reading, your hand taking over.

The sound of Jimin coming through the front door was drowned out by your own ragged breaths as you picked up speed, beginning to tremble at the stimulation. Upon hearing your moans and gasps, Jimin quickly put down his things, took off his shoes and hurried to the bedroom to find the door half open. He smirked at the sight of you, forehead glistening, fingers working feverishly at your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance and coming out again, slick with your arousol. He was mesmerized by your beauty as he stood silently in the doorway, bulge ever prominent in his tight pants. When he snapped out of it, he walked towards the bed.

Still lost in your fantasy, you didn’t notice him until he was fairly close to you and his words cut through the thick air. “Let me help you with that.”

Your eyes shot open, but your hand never stopped, hitting your bundle of nerves in the right way, making you moan and throw you head back again. Jimin took advantage of this angle and attacked your neck with kisses, moving your hair out of the way as he sucked marks into your flesh. The pleasure ricocheted through your body, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Who told you you could play with my things?” He mumbled against your skin.

“I’m s-sorry… I.. couldn’t wait.” You managed to get out, slowing your hand as his lips found yours. He grabbed your hand, moving it and replacing it with his own. His fingers moved slowly as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth. You moaned on his lips when he added more pressure to your clit, his fingers running sensual circles around the bud.

Pulling away from you, he took off his shirt, coming back down to kiss your lips briefly before pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift movement. His already hard cock sprung free and stood tall against his stomach, the sight sending heat to your core. You licked your lips at the sight.

He leaned over you, arms caging your body, lips connecting and moving as one. Before you could process it, you were flipped on top of him, lips never leaving each other. You pulled away and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, darkened by lust.

“Sit on my face.” He softly commanded. You complied, but still questioned him. But then you understood where he was going and carefully turned around and backed up so that you were hovering over his mouth facing his feet. You and Jimin didn’t 69 often, but you always loved it when you did.

You gripped his member with a firm hold and pumped him a few times. A drop of precum leaked from the tip and you ran your tongue over his slit, tasting him. He let out a breath of relief and the hot air hit your wet core, causing you to shudder. You felt his arms wrap around your thighs and lock you in place, bringing you closer to his mouth. Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to function properly when he started working on you, you took his length into your mouth and he gasped at the feeling. Bobbing your head a few times, you wiggled your ass over him, your clit begging for attention and you were sure you were dripping onto him.

Jimin wasted no time flattening his tongue against you, dragging it through your folds slowly, collecting your arousol on his tongue and flicking at your sensitive nub. Your thoughts were momentarily clouded by the pleasure until you felt Jimin throbbing in your mouth, waiting patiently for you to return the favor. You rolled your tongue around the head before dipping down to take more of him in your mouth. Trying not to focus on how fucking good his tongue felt on you, you gripped him at the base and began bobbing your head up and down on his length. A guttural moan escaped his lips as Jimin pulled you farther down to suck on your clit roughly. Your movements stuttered a bit before you forced yourself to continue to move. He then started shaking his head side to side against you and you had to pull away from him to whimper his name.

“J-Jimin ohhh, right there!” You sat up and let your hands work on him as your body was taken by the pleasure. Jimin’s tongue was always amazing but today was something else. You felt your body tightening up as your climax approached, legs trembling beneath you. Now you were unconsciously grinding on his face and spitting profanities into the air. Jimin hummed from under you and the vibrations went straight up your core. One of your hands let go of him to pinch at your nipples, adding to the sensations and bringing you closer to your end. You weren’t entirely sure if you were still pumping him but you could feel your hand squeezing him as you tried to regain some motor functions. Jimin’s tongue travelled up and down your slit, dipping in to tongue fuck you and then going back to licking and sucking.

You could feel it building up, but your orgasm still took you by surprise. You let go of Jimin entirely in favor of gripping his muscular thighs for support as your body shook on top of him. The unexpected snap in your core made you scream for Jimin as your back arched and white flashed behind your eyelids. You were unaware that you hadn’t been breathing until you took a deep breath and opened your eyes. Jimin didn’t stop his ministrations, however, wanting to drag out your high for as long as possible so when you began raising off of his face from the overstimulation, he gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you back down to his mouth making you squirm and cry out.
Your nails dug into his legs and you practically started hyperventilating on top of him, so he let go of you with one more kiss to your clit and let you roll off of him.

“Mmmmm, baby you taste good.” Jimin licked his lips to clean you off of them and you let out a dry laugh of disbelief that he just did that to you.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked him breathlessly, still shuddering from the sensitivity. He giggled and rolled to his side to put an arm over you.

“Punishment for being so impatient.” He said placing a kiss on your cheek. “But now you have to make it up to me.” This statement reminded you about his unattended boner that you abandoned in favor of your own orgasm and you suddenly felt bad.

“What were you thinking?” You asked slowly, although completely ready to please him however he wanted.

“I was thinking you play by my rules tonight since you like to break them so much.” He moved a piece of hair away from your face and smiled widely. “You seem to think its cute to send those dirty pictures to me when I’m at practice. Well I don’t appreciate it.”

“You asked for it. You said you wanted to see me so I showed you all of me.” You were staring at the ceiling, scared that if you looked into his eyes you would see the intensity and sheer darkness that possessed his gaze and you would be trapped, lured into him by lust. His hand moved up your torso to cup one of your breasts and a sigh escaped your lips. “You sent me pictures first anyway. How do you think your dirty messages made me feel?” You bit your lip, glancing over at him and getting immediately intimated by the passion in his eyes.

“Even so, I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” He gave your nipple a pinch to emphasize his words and you mewled, letting your body give in to him, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Stand up.

His voice came out low and dominant, telling you that this was a command and not a suggestion. He removed his arm and hand from your waist and you blinked at him before hesitantly standing at the side of the bed. You moved back so that he could see more of you and you tried to hide the shakiness and unsteadiness of your legs from both your previous orgasm and the excited anxiety building up in anticipation for his next words.

“Turn around.” He commanded as he soaked in your body, silently admiring your beauty. When you turned, your asscheeks jiggled a bit and you knew he would enjoy watching them bounce. “Touch your toes baby girl.” The words fell out of his mouth so smoothly you didn’t even comprehend his request at first. The use of your pet name told you just what kind of mood Jimin was in. You slowly bent over, slightly self conscious even though you have exposed yourself to him many, many times before. He sucked in through his teeth making a sharp noise. “So fucking pretty.”

The feeling of your juices dripping from you made you blush. You were always such a mess around Jimin and he knew it. He knew that only he could get you this worked up. You peeked through your legs and observed Jimin causally pumping himself, eyes glued on you and yours on him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and you knew he was restraining himself, forcing his hand not to go too fast so he wouldn’t cum all over himself right then and there. The bed behind you shifts after the moment of silence and soon your boyfriend is hovering over your bare bottom. You feel the heat radiating from him and unconsciously lean back towards him before he catches your ass in his palms, rubbing light circles in the skin.

“You’re so fucking wet right now baby girl, you should see yourself. You’re literally dripping.” He leaned over you so that he was closer to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, who made you this wet?”

“You did.” You reply in a meek voice.

“Speak up.” His voice was still smooth and seamless but it had a dangerous edge to it that made you shudder.

“You did Jimin.” You practically moaned his name.

His hand came down on your right ass cheek and the sting made you squeak, but his hand rubbed the sore spot tenderly and only made you want him more. He stood straight again and moved closer, his cock coming in contact with your folds. You whimpered as he moved ever so slightly behind you.

“But you see, I’m not convinced you want me anymore. You seemed to be doing just fine with your hand…” You knew what he wanted, so you decided to play his little game.

“I was thinking about you Jimin.” You tried to make your voice sound as innocent as possible and by the way his dick twitched along you, it affected him.

“Apparently not because you obviously forgot my one rule.” He stopped moving. He waited for a reply and you had to find your voice to recite it.

“Not to touch myself.” You huffed.

“That’s right. But since you touched yourself you must not want me to touch you.” He moved further away so that only his hands rested on your ass.

Your body was craving him and he was giving you nothing. He was so close that you could feel his heat, but he refused to give you friction. Your legs were beginning to shake from the position but you paid no attention to it, only hoping that he would be nice and give you what you both wanted. But he didn’t.

Jimin backed away from you altogether, undoubtedly with a sly grin playing on his lips. He clearly hadn’t had his fun yet and it was obvious that you wouldn’t be getting a break from the teasing anytime soon. You heard shuffling behind you but you didn’t dare to look at what Jimin was doing. You bit your lip in anticipation.

“Come here.” A command that pushed you into action immediately. You walked over to where he had positioned himself leaning against the headboard of the bed, hand near his painfully hard erection but never touching. “Sit on my lap, baby girl. I wanna talk to you.”

Your body reacted before your brain, quickly crawling onto the bed and moving to sit between his legs, the slight friction enough to make him sigh. You leaned back into him as his arms came around your waist to secure you in his hold. Lips moved onto your neck leaving a wet trail of kisses from your collarbone to that sweet spot behind your ear. The kisses weren’t gentle though. This was not soft, loving boyfriend Jimin, this was dominant, possessive, devilishly playful Jimin. Every action he took was purposeful and calculated, from the dark marks strategically placed on your neck to the contrast of his feather light touches teasing your lower lips and inner thighs.

After Jimin was satisfied with the blossoming flowers forming on your skin, he sucked lightly on your earlobe and spoke softly to you.

“Baby girl,” He started. “what do you want me to do to you?” His sudden question caught you off guard, but you were fully prepared to answer. He placed his fingers against your clit adding pressure, but he didn’t move.

“I want you to fuck me Jimin.” Plain and simple. Your hips moved slightly against his hand, hoping to get some sort of friction. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

“Me too, but now I have to punish you. You need to learn that there are consequences for breaking the rules.” You moved a little more against his hand, inadvertently grinding against his erection that was pressing against your ass and lower back. His other arm tightened around your waist, effectively restricting your movements, and you whimpered. His fingers slithered down to your wet entrance, pressing against you teasingly. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes.” Your voice was shaky and breathless already and Jimin just smirked, loving his effect on you. Two of his thick digits slid into you easily and you let out a loud moan.

Don’t move.

He commanded sharply as his fingers began moving inside of you. He started off with an agonizingly slow pace, reaching deeper into you with each push. You were breathing heavily and your heart felt like it would thump out of your chest, but you forced yourself not to move against him. Jimin’s free hand spread your legs farther apart and then moved up to grab at your breasts.

“Do you want me to go faster?” The teasing tone in his voice was killing you.

“Please..” You breathed and he complied, picking up the pace a little bit and going deeper. Jimin hit your g-spot almost immediately after and your head lolled back onto his shoulder as another moan escaped your lips. You whined his name as he abused the spot. His free hand left your breast and turned your head towards him. You opened your eyes enough to catch his gaze before his lips attached to yours and you groan against him.

His fingers were now moving rapidly inside of you and you began to forget everything. Your mind was consumed by the pleasure he was giving you and you became a moaning mess in his grip. A shock of pleasure ran up you as his fingers found your clit and moved expertly in time with his pumps, drawing more noises from your lips in between your pants. Unconsciously, your back started arching and your legs began to tremble. His command was soon forgotten as your hips moved on their own and rocked with him. It took a few moments for Jimin to notice, but when he felt you moving against him he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you and returned them to your waist, leaving you to sigh from the emptiness you felt.

“What were your instructions?” He growled and you whined when you remembered. “I told you not to move but you didn’t listen so I guess you want to do this the hard way.” He shook his head and sighed. His hand reached for something that was sitting next to him, something you hadn’t noticed before, and at the sight of the object you whimpered and begged.

“No, Jimin please!! I promise to be good, just please don’t use that.” He held a vibrator in your view and you wondered what he would do with it. Normally if he brought it out you were in for a long night of overstimulation and orgasm denial. It was your weakness and he knew it.

Jimin twisted the vibrator in his hand and inspected your body. You knew how much he loved playing with you, but you could tell that his patience was also running low. He was testing himself to see how long he would hold up and you knew he didn’t have much longer.

“Turn around, I want you to face me.” His words floated past your ear and you moved off of him to turn and straddle his hips. He gripped your ass and pulled you closer to his body so that you were against his throbbing cock and he bit his lip as he looked at you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in and kissed you, hands tangling in his hair, hips grinding down onto his. His fingers pressed into your ass as he stilled you and pulled away, looking into your eyes with a deadly look. “Watch yourself.” He threatened.

“I can feel how bad you want to fuck me.” You whispered into his ear. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.” You nibbled on his neck, earning you a low groan from him. Leaning closer, your chest pressed into his so he could feel your nipples against his skin, hardening from his warmth. It was like he had a small break in sanity, allowing you to do whatever you pleased, exercising what little power you had in this moment to the fullest. This only lasted for a moment however, as Jimin snapped out of it and smacked your ass with some force.

“You’re pushing it.” He growled. “But you’re right, I do want to fuck you. But don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. You’re still being punished and I’m still in charge.”

You nodded excitedly in compliance and waited for Jimin to make the next move. He turned you back around and slid down the bed a little so that the both of you were laying down, propped up by pillows.

With his hands on your hips, he lifted you up slightly and told you to guide him to your entrance. The stretch of your walls felt even better due to your pending orgasm and you whimpered at the feeling of him easing inside you. When he bottomed out you both sighed in relief and stayed there for a moment, not daring to move. He picked up the vibrator again and leaned closer to your ear.

“Are you going to listen this time?” He asked and you nodded. “Good girl. Here are your instructions, stay quiet. You can breath, just don’t make any noises. I want to see how long you can handle it before you’re screaming my name.”

“Can I bounce on your dick?” You asked innocently.

“No, try not to move, although I doubt you’ll be able to keep still.” He said, a devilish smirk crossing his lips. The last thing he said was “Follow instructions.” And with that, he turned on the vibrator and pressed it to your clit.

The sudden stimulation caused you to jump a little and you almost moaned out loud, replacing the noise with a gasp. After a few seconds Jimin started moving inside of you slowly, releasing a groan of relief. The feeling of him filling you almost overrode the vibrations and you bite your lips hard to stop yourself from moaning his name. But his voice in your ear stole some of your focus.

“You like this don’t you baby girl? Me fucking you while using this vibrator turns you on doesn’t it? You’re getting wetter by the second.” His dirty talk wasn’t your favorite but it turned you on more then you’d like to admit. His pace picked up as he beckoned you for an answer. You nodded hard and tried to control your breathing as best as you could.

With the press of a button, the vibrations intensified and Jimin pressed it harder onto your clit making you want to scream. A squeaking noise came from the back of your throat but Jimin let it slide as you wiggled on top of him trying to reduce the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Heavy pants were now coming from both of you as you tightened around him, causing his pace to increase even more. He began moving the vibrator around your clit, adding friction and you sighed loudly, determined to follow his directions and keep quiet, but you were struggling. Your knuckles were turning white from gripping the bed sheets and your thighs were visibly shaking, all of your energy focused on not making a sound.

Jimin began to lose himself as he was also being dragged toward the edge and his moans got louder in your ear. He bent his legs to push farther into you and your toes curled as your hips took on a life of their own and started moving in sync with his. Your pants were louder and you didn’t know if you could hold in your noises much longer, but you bit your tongue and squeezed your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. Thankfully Jimin had just about lost his patience and given up, pumping himself deeper into you as he spoke, voice needy and breathless.

“I need to hear you, baby girl. Say my name.” He moaned in your ear. A loud moan broke through the room that was almost a scream. His name rolled off your lips when he hooked his arm around one of your thighs and brought it up to your chest, reaching deeper inside of you and hitting that spot that made you forget how to breath.

He pulled the vibrator away from you and threw it somewhere else on the bed bringing the now free hand around your waist. He planted his feet firmly on the bed and you knew what was coming next. He kissed the side of your neck briefly before moving his other arm to your waist and securing you to his body. Mid-inhale he snapped his hips up into you making the breath catch in your throat. You didn’t have much time for recovery because his pace picked up instantly and you were caught in his strangling hold around your middle. Short pants in between Jimin’s hard, rapid thrusts were all you could manage as you were bombarded with pleasure, teetering on the edge of release. You had no idea how many times you had said his name, but that was one of the only words that your brain could process so you used it like a prayer.

Fuck, Jimin~,” Your voice was shaking from the intensity of his hips slamming against your ass cheeks as he rammed into you. “I’m close.” The last part came out as a gasp as he hit that spot again and you felt your abdomen tightening up. But his pace slowed down slightly, just enough for him to be able to speak coherent words to you, his hot breath fanning against your neck.

“Not that easy baby girl, you gotta work for it. Ride me.” He helped sit you up on top of him and you automatically got to work, hips rotating on his before bouncing in his lap. Jimin let out a groan as he played with your ass that was out on display for him. Your legs felt weak and you started taking shallower bounces, unable to lift yourself up as high. Jimin’s hands found your hips again and he helped lift you up, bringing you up and down on his shaft as he panted and grunted beneath you. His hips met yours as the pace steadily increased, each thrust sucking him deeper into you cavern. Slapping noises filled the room mixing with your gasps and loud moans. Jimin was now moaning under you, voice getting higher as he started losing his rhythm.

Sitting up against your back, Jimin wrapped his arms around you. The intensity of his thrusts drove you closer to the edge and you felt how close you were, chasing after your high desperately while begging Jimin to help you get there.

Please Jimin, I’m so close!!” You whimpered as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his hair. He nibbled on the skin of your shoulder and neck, creating dark love marks that you knew would be there for days but you didn’t care. He breathed heavily on your skin, making you even hotter than you already were, his sweat mixing with yours where you were connected. He moved one hand off of your hip and reached around to pinch at your clit. You almost screamed at the sudden stimulation and Jimin groaned into your shoulder when you tightened around him. Your movements slowed temporarily and then picked up with renewed fervor as you felt your orgasm so close you could taste it.

The hand in Jimin’s hair tightened its grip and you pulled him closer as he kissed up and down your sensitive skin. You felt hot, burning like fire, so hot that you thought your back would meld together with Jimin’s front. You both fell into a rhythm of panting and grinding, moving as one entity, connected in more ways than one. The only thing you could focus on was Jimin. He clouded your thoughts, the feeling of his plump lips sucking on your skin, the stretch of your walls around his throbbing cock, the expertise of his fingers as he flicked at your clit, the sound of his low groans and pants in your ear as you tighten around him, everything.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you let out a deep groan as it pulsated through you. You came with a call of Jimin’s name, the word so beautiful as it rolled off your tongue.

AHHH JIMIN,” You shouted. “S-shit, I love you so much!!” Your words affected Jimin as your hips rolled erratically against his, your walls convulsing while you trembled on top of him. He rode out your high by chasing after his own. His hand moved back to your hips as he pulled you down on his shaft repeatedly, thrusting up to meet you with harsh slapping noises. Your wetness made him slip easily in and out of you, the sound of him entering your drenched hole pushing him closer to his peak. You moaned his name some more, partly because he felt sooo good inside of your sensitive walls, and partly because you knew it turned him on.

You could feel his muscles clench behind you, his defined abs coming out as he pressed against you. With a few more languid strokes he came inside you, his warmth filling you as he cursed and moaned your name, throwing his head back in pleasure. A sigh left your lips as he pumped slowly in and out of you, milking himself dry. When his hips stilled, you closed your eyes feeling exhaustion crawl through your body, overtaking your muscles. Jimin dropped his head into the crook of your neck while he caught his breath and you allowed your body to go limp in his hold.

“I love you too, (Y/n).” Jimin whispered as he kissed a hickey he’d made on your neck. There was a short pause of silence, your breaths finally slowing down to a normal rate. You shifted slightly.

“Yup, I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow.” You groaned and Jimin laughed.

He leaned back until his back hit the mattress and you found the energy to roll off of him, his soft length falling out of you. Jimin got up and retrieved a warm wet rag to clean you up with. After he took care of you he cleaned himself before throwing the rag into the laundry hamper and plopping down next to you again. He pulled you closer and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. He pulled away after a little while and rested his forehead against yours. You nuzzled noses with him and gave him another peck before cuddling into his chest and tracing a circle around one of his nipples with your finger.

“So how was practice?” Your voice sounded a little hoarse. Jimin sighed as he wrapped an arm around you. You kissed the mole at the base of his neck before he replied.

“It was a little bit more difficult today since I was trying to hide a boner for half of the time. I couldn’t really focus because all I could think about was being inside you.” You bit your lip.

“Well was it worth it?”

“Hell yeah.” You both chuckled. “I forgive you.” He said and you looked at him confused. “For touching yourself. Just next time, wait for me, kay?” There it was. He was back to being cutie Jimin with his adorable eye smile that you couldn’t resist and you couldn’t say no to that face. You nodded and kissed him again with heavy eyelids.

“Goodnight Jimin.” You mumbled as you closed your eyes and tucked your head into the space under his chin. He kissed your forehead and whispered a goodnight to you before turning off the light. You both fell asleep quickly and you dreamt of the morning you would have with Jimin when you woke up.

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A/N: Idk I wanted to try something different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys enjoyed :)

My biggest fantasy is gaining weight without even trying and being unable to stop, either because of a feeder or because of my own gluttony and lack of self control.

I want to force myself (or be forced by someone else) to overeat, stuff and gorge myself on far more food than I need, until eventually my body becomes so used to massive portions of fattening foods that I’m unable to stop eating, that a whole tub of ice cream becomes a small and unsatisfying snack that only serves to increase my appetite. I want food to become such an important and vital part of my life that I can’t go for more than an hour without binging and stuffing my face, even if I try. I want to go through the amount of food that would currently last me a whole month, daily

I want to look at myself in the mirror every day and see that I’ve visibly put on weight, and know that there is nothing I can possibly do to lose it or even to maintain it, and that I will only get fatter and fatter for the rest of my life until I reach the point of immobility, and that I’m helpless to stop it. Helplessly stuff myself with more and more food every day, speeding the process up and causing myself to need more and more food to feel full. I want to try to diet and be forced to confront the fact that dieting only makes me fatter because I lack the willpower to go for more than a couple days without eating everything in the house in one massive binge.

I’m not particularly athletic now, but I want to feel myself lose what little muscle mass and stamina I have, powerless to stop it from happening. I want to get so winded walking from my couch to the kitchen to get a snack that I have to just sit in the kitchen floor to stuff myself, too tired and weak to stand back up and walk my food to the couch. I want to binge uncontrollably and then pass out surrounded by wrappers and crumbs, without even being able to muster up the energy to drag myself to the bed. I want to get so fat and lazy and out of shape that I can’t walk up the stairs at all, my body would just be too heavy and flabby to lift my weight up them. I want to be so weak that lifting the television remote is a struggle.

I want to get so fat I can’t see my own feet, or even my thighs past my massive hanging belly. Too fat to masturbate, too fat to walk more than ten feet at a time, so fat that my arm flab prevents me from putting my hands together because i just cant reach all the way around my huge gut. So fat that I have to have clothes tailor made for me, because no company makes clothes THAT large. So fat that I have to eat twenty course meals in one sitting to even feel not hungry, and that I have to eat even more in order to feel full. 

I want to be imprisoned by my own gluttony and obesity, unable to do anything about it. 

Let Me Make You Feel Good (Joker x Reader)

So this one is a request from the lovely @markipliervsdarkiplier 

Request: “Hello, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write an imagine with an awkward girl working for the joker as his maid and he takes a liking to her and shows it but she’s very shy and awkward, I don’t mind smut if you’ll write it:)” 

I did my very best with it and I hope you guys like it. This is the first time I’ve really written smut so I really hope it’s good, if not then feel free to send me some advice and pointers! Sorry this one is a little longer than usual but once again, hope you guys like it! And just letting y’all know, requests are ALWAYS open so if you have any ideas or anything just let me know! 

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This job was not the one you had in mind when asking around for jobs. Somehow a friend had landed you a job with one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City. The Joker. Well known for his extravagant clubs, bank robbing, and his low profile business he ran. He was not one you wanted on your bad side. Although he terrified you to the bone the pay was good and he had never done anything to you. He helped you get by and that’s all you needed from a job. You were a maid or even a personal assistant of sorts. You essentially took care of his house, cleaned, cooked, did laundry, etc and basically did everything he asked you to and in return you complied to your silent agreement of never asking questions. This was not the scene you belonged in. You were rather innocent you supposed, never really dated, never gone out to a club except for when Joker needed you to, always preferred to just stay home and do nothing. The two of you were complete polar opposites.

“Y/N I need you to do something for me,” he spoke in a low voice.

“Anything Sir,” you immediately answered. It wasn’t as if you could say no, that would be a one-way ticket to a bullet hole through your skull.

He looked you up and down and handed you a dress. You lifted it and realized that there wasn’t much dress to it, more of like a long t-shirt of sorts. It was gold and sparkly, strapless, a beautiful dress if it were longer maybe.

“Go put this on. I’ve got something a bit more special for you to do tonight,” he spoke with a sinister look on his face.

“Oh sir, I don’t think this would look very good on me. Maybe I can just wear what I’m wearing?” You never begged but this was one of those moments where you deemed it necessary. You wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that. It’s just not you. You were comfortable in your skinny jeans and slightly revealing t-shirt. He shook his head and showed you his signature flashy grin.

“Oh hunny I wasn’t asking. Go put it on. Now,” he demanded.

“Well I just don’t think it suits me is there-”

“No Y/N there isn’t anyone else to do it. Go put it on before I lose my patience,” he interrupted. You nodded and moved to the back room to switch out of your clothes into this all too short dress. Once you had stepped into the tight dress you made your way back into his office.

“Alright sir. Can I ask why I’m wearing this?” you inquired.

“Ah yes. You see tonight I need you to come to the club with and help me with a certain problem I have,” he purred. You had only ever been to his club once or twice as it wasn’t really where he needed you. “There’s going to be a man there tonight and what I need you to do is to wear that dress, seduce the bastard and then bring him up to me.”

“Oh no sir I’m no good at that. I can organize papers or I can stay here for the night? I could clean up or maybe go pick something up for you? I’m not good at this. I can’t talk to men. I’m really sorry,” you babbled. He rolled his eyes and looked back at you.

“Do you really think I’m asking doll? Now come with me. You may be one of the best maids I’ve ever had but don’t think for one second that you aren’t replaceable,” he said with impatience. You were shaking, you hadn’t been this nervous in a while. You stared at your hands and shook your head.

“I don’t think I can do this…” Your voice was practically inaudible but somehow he had heard.

“Jesus Christ Y/N what is wrong with you? It’s not hard. Why are you being so difficult?” His voice was starting to get a little louder with each word.

“Well just this dress makes me look ginormous and I’ve never really talked to a guy very much other than well… you. I don’t have the confidence or the swag to convince a man to follow me. I’m just not that girl. He’d take one look at me and leave the damn club.” The words came out of your mouth faster than you had anticipated and by the time you were done he was staring at you in complete disbelief. He stalked towards you and you instinctively back away before colliding with the wall behind you. He had gotten so close that he now had you trapped between him and the wall.

“Y/N. You can’t be fucking serious right now. You look incredibly sexy and you’re a very attractive girl. Surely there are plenty of men itching for you out there,” he spoke quietly. “And lord knows I’d like to know what you can do with that sexy little body there baby doll.” You closed your eyes and looked down to focus on your feet. He tilted your chin up so you could look directly into his stormy blue eyes. “Mmm so how many men have gotten to see this beautiful body put to work hm? Five? Eight? Three?” He looked at you with a tilted head waiting for your response. After an awkward silence he finally understood what your silence meant. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You nodded, absolutely itching to get out of this awkward conversation.

“Yes okay? I’m a virgin alright? The only thing I have ever done is kiss a guy and it was a mistake. I don’t have the balls to talk to that man. I can’t do it J.” He just stared at you, temporarily shocked at your sudden revelation. “Can I please go now? I would really like to just stay at home and take a bath or read a book. I’m barely cut out for this life J. I’m good at cooking and cleaning that’s about it. Please just let me stay,” you begged.

“We’re not going out tonight Y/N. You and me are going to have a night in to ourselves,” he said pushing himself completely against you. You had never said anything but you found this man sickeningly attractive. You knew the things he did, you knew how crazy he was but it didn’t matter to you. Not one bit. “You, my sweet little innocent Y/N, are one of the most exquisite creatures I have ever seen walk this earth, and I am going to show you just how you affect me.” His voice was low and predatory, almost as if you were an innocent gazelle at a watering hole and he was the hungry lion waiting for his prey.

“How about I make you something to eat and then I’ll just see you when you get back from the club?I’ll do some cleaning and whatnot?” You could sense just how nervous you were about this situation, you never really knew how to react to this powerful man before you, especially when he’s proclaiming his desire for you.

“Oh but see why would I want that when I can have you instead?” He tilted his head in an innocent manner as if what he said hadn’t affected you to the bone. You cheeks flushed a bright red and it elicited a wide grin from him. His hand brushed the side of your arm causing goosebumps to form on your soft skin. Just this simple contact made your head fall back slightly and your eyes flutter close. His hand traveled from your arms to lightly caress your ass and give a gentle squeeze. A small whimper fell from your parted lips. “Mmm does my little baby girl like that? Tell daddy how much you like when he touches you,” he urged.

“I like when daddy touches me.” You slightly nodded and leaned into him. This is so wrong, he’s my boss, what am I doing? You thought to yourself. He grabbed your ass a little harder this time drawing a soft moan from your full lips.

“My beautiful little flower, daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he purred in your ear. Realization sunk in of what was really happening. The Joker wants to take your virginity you thought to yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to get ahead of myself like that. I’ll go get your laundry folded and a shirt ironed for tonight,” you rambled as you backed away from him. He leaned his head back as he dramatically rolled his eyes. You attempted to scurry away from the awkward encounter before he firmly grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him leaving little to no space.

“Princess what’s wrong? Don’t be scared baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel real good,” he whispered in your ear. His words sent a tremble through your body. This was a bad idea and you knew it but there was something so irresistible about him. “Just let go of everything baby. Relax and enjoy doll.” Deep down you knew he was right. You had spent all your life sheltered and innocent, away from the real world so now was times to let go of all that. This was a new life and it only made to bring along a new you.

“I’m nervous…” you muttered as you twiddled your thumbs. He lifted your chin so he could look at you in your Y/E eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft warm kiss to your lips. He pulled back to look at for reassurance. You nodded slightly and felt his lips crash against yours softly but slowly increasing pressure. His hands explored our body as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You moaned into his mouth as his hand reached your  breast. This was so foreign to you, you couldn’t help but tense as his hand slid down to your clothed centre. He sensed your nerves and pulled you in to his chest.

“Relax doll, it’ll be okay,” he murmured. This was the kindest you had ever seen him and you didn’t know what to think.”Let me make you feel good baby girl. Let daddy take care of you,” he said quietly. You nodded, giving him the go ahead to proceed. His hand made it’s way back down and started to apply slight pressure to your clit. It wasn’t like anything you had ever felt. It was amazing. Your eyes fluttered closed and he took this as a go ahead to reach inside your leggings and touch you more personally. The pit growing in your stomach made this all too real, it made you realize that all these years you had been missing out on these wonderful feelings. “Mmm you like that baby?” He didn’t have to ask, he knew by the look of sheer pleasure on your face. Little did you know, this was just the beginning.

He could feel your wetness through your thin panties and pushed them aside as he slid a single finger in your dripping core. You let out a quiet yelp at this foreign feeling. It was odd, but it was good, so, so good. He purred in your ear. He loved knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He could barely hide his growing erection through his grey sweat pants. Your eyes widened as you looked down, noticing his erection through his pants. He was pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, curling his finger to hit your most sensitive area. You let out a louder moan than you had intended but the feeling of him was out of this world and this was only with his hands.

He pulled your hand and placed it over his hard cock, urging you to touch him. He guided your hand to lightly grip his length, your hand on him making him let out a loud groan.

“Baby do you want to do daddy a favor? You’ll like it doll, I promise,” he said to you. You nodded and he urged you on to your knees in front of him. “Alright princess. I want you to pull down my pants and boxers,” he encouraged, “that’s it princess, just like that baby. Alright baby girl, I want you to lick it a little bit,” he instructed. You gave the tip of his hard cock a small kitten lick, getting a taste for the new experience. He threw his head back and basically growled. “Mmm alright, now take a little bit in that pretty little mouth of yours.” You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. There was something strangely erotic about doing this for him, letting him control you. You could tell he was trying to go slow and gentle but it was proving to be very difficult. “More baby, take more,” he said through gritted teeth. You started to go down on his hard cock, taking him as far as you could without gagging. “Oh fuck baby girl, make daddy feel good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you up and down his hard member.

You realized that at this moment you didn’t need to be scared of him. Yea, you were his maid and he had never hurt you before but this was so incredibly personal and he wanted to make it as special as he could. He started to pick up the pace making his cock hit the back of your throat. The feeling was uncomfortable as he was hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled and tapped his thighs hoping he would take the hint and stop assaulting your throat.

“I’m sorry baby, follow me,” he said to you as he took your hand. He grabbed your hand and kicked open the door to his lavish bedroom. Your face flushed at the realization of everything that was happening. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he instructed. You sat down on the comfortable bed and scooted to the edge, waiting for his next move. He slowly stalked towards you, a dangerously erotic look in his crystal blue eyes.

Once he reached you he kneeled down in front of you, sliding down your pants and panties with him. No one had ever seen you like this so the thought of what was about to happen scared you. You had never seen anything like this. Of course your old friends had mentioned it and had talked about their exciting sex lives, but you had never gotten to anything even close to this.

He leaned forward and reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head. He took your hardened nipple in his warm mouth, swirling his tongue, igniting your sensitive bud. He moved on to the next one before planting wet kisses down your stomach and then reaching his final destination. You took a deep breath in, trying to relax a little bit.

He flicked his tongue on your clit and it sent a shiver down your spine. He thrived off your reaction to him and proceeded to assault your clit with his tongue, licking and sucking the sensitive nub. You could feel pressure building in you as if you were about to explode. You couldn’t control your screams and moans of pleasure and he loved it.

“Oh god, daddy please!” you begged. He let out an animalistic growl at the use of his nickname which only encouraged him to make you cum quicker. He plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy and it immediately sent you over the edge. The way his tongue felt on your clit, the way his fingers curled to give you the best experience possible, the feeling was out of this world.

“God princess, you taste so good holy fuck. Daddy was hungry,” he said with a wink. You looked down and noticed how painfully hard he was and you felt bad. You wanted to please him as much as he had pleased you.

“Fuck me.” Those two words changed everything. He stood up and lined his hard cock up at your entrance. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You heart rate was up by a million but it could also be the amazing orgasm you had just experienced. You were definitely nervous but you knew you were in the right hands.

Without another word he stretched your pussy, going slow and making sure not to hurt you. He let out a loud moan at the feel of your tight walls around him. It hurt. God it hurt so much, you had never had anything like this before. You winced and gritted your teeth together to distract you from the sensation down below. He stayed still for a moment reveling in the feel of your pussy.

“Can I move darling? This is killing me,” he said huskily. You nodded and scrunched your eyes together. He noticed your uncomfort and placed a sloppy wet kiss on your forehead and interlocked your fingers with his. He pulled out before pushing back in again, his cock hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed. A few minutes of slight pain and discomfort then turned in to immense pleasure as he pounded your tight pussy and rubbed your clit. The all too familiar burn in your stomach returned and you knew that you were close to cumming again.

“Oh god yes please keep going, I’m so close,” you begged. He grinned showing his silver teeth, the sinister look turning you on even more than before.

“Daddy’s making you feel so good right princess? Gonna cum for daddy?” Everything that came out of this man’s mouth just brought you closer and closer to the release you needed. His laboured breath and powerful thrusts proved to you that he was close too. He exhaled heavily with every thrust. You were so overwhelmed with sensation that the only way you could think to release that tension was to drag your nails down his firm muscled back, this only drove him crazier than before causing him to thrust deep with every stroke.

“I’m so close, oh god yes. Please i need you so bad,” you pleaded.

“Me too baby, make daddy cum princess.” His words finally pushed you over the edge, releasing all the tension in your body. You cummed with a scream and your pussy clenched around his hard cock. The clenching of your pussy made him fall right off the edge with you as his cum sent hot spurts of cum into your pussy.

He collapsed on top of you in relief and exhaustion, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

“So? How was that doll?” His grin proved that he already knew the answer to that question.

“It was good. Yea. Really good,” you admitted. You finally realized that you were fully naked in his bed and immediately shot up to gather your clothes. “Thank you Mr. J, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow. What would you like for breakfast?” He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“All work no play kitten? You’re not going anywhere baby doll,” he said as he pulled you on to the bed with him. “Also, I would like pancakes tomorrow morning doll.”

The night ended with you falling asleep in his arms having sweet dreams about silly nothings and his beautiful face.

Liberty Pt.8

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Waking up disorientated, hella crying, sexual assault mention, bodily harm, flashbacks and nightmares, fluff, sam and wanda fluff. Interrogation, Pierce being an asshole.
Smut, not full blown tho, thigh riding, please tell me if i’ve forgotton anything

Word Count: 3861

A/N: I hope everyone likes this chapter, it’s taken me like a week, i hope its not too bad. though there are some sensitive subjects listen in the warnings. Just to say, if anyone has suffered any form of assault, people are willing to listen and my ask/message box is always open. Stay strong guys n dolls.
I’m also very effing tired so sorry if there are any mistakes

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7


Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.


A sharp tingling in his fingers was all Bucky could feel as he made way from his spot on the quarterdeck.

Shit, shit, shit.” Bucky seethed. He scrambled towards your unconscious body. Wanda was shifting you into the safety position, gently moving your dead-weight limbs in the correct way.

As Bucky approached you, he took your tired body into his arms, carrying you bridal into his cabin, “Wanda, I’d like you to tend to Y/N, please, in case there’s anything wrong with her. I need to sort out Rumlow and Pierce.” His voice was gruff and worn.

‘Course, Captain.

After gently resting you on the bed, Bucky stormed out of the cabin in haste. As he approached Rumlow’s lifeless body, he gave it a swift kick in the head with his right foot, earning a sharp crack of the bones within.

That’s what you get for fucking with my patience, prick.

Bucky, what are we gonna do with Pierce?” Sam grumbled as he hid the dead body behind a crate, grimacing.

He’s going to clean up this mess.” Bucky scowled, pointing down at the blood and tissue slapped against the decking.

Sam scurried towards the hatch that opened to the bottom deck, holding his pistol in a white-knuckled fist.

Pierce, Captain Barnes wants you.” Sam earned a huff and a disheveled man approaching from the dark shadows of the decks below. “Now!


Is there something you need, Captain?” Alexander rolled his eyes.

Ah! Pierce! Just the man I needed, I need you to clean this mess up,” Bucky commented, his dramatic gesture towards the dark trail dripping with sarcasm.

As Alexander grabbed the mop and bucket from the side of the ship, he began to mop what he thought was vomit, but when the stench of iron filled his withering lungs, he wondered why Brock hadn’t come back from…

Where’s Rumlow?” Alexander asked shakily, not full of fear but anger.

If thou looks thou shalt find,” Bucky mumbled matter-of-factly whilst pretending to pick at his nails.

As the elder man followed the crimson trail he found the deceased body of Brock.

What on earth-

Tell me what he was planning.” Scowl, jaw clenching, brows furrowing.

I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alexander exclaimed, practically shaking in his worn leather boots as Sam held the barrel against his matted grey hair.

Bull-fucking-shit, Pierce, tell me what Brock was doing, what he was planning against Y/N, or even me for all I know, or I promise Sam will put a bullet in that thick skull of yours just like I did to your little partner in crime.” Bucky was full of wrath, but he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up his crew.

We targeted her because… She’s young a-and pretty and-

“Because you’re both disgusting pigs that objectify women and try to force them to satisfy your needs. Let me enlighten you, on your future journey aboard my ship,” Bucky sauntered closer to the disheveled man in front of him and continued in a low whisper, “now that your little friend has tried my patience and trust and I have had to waste a bullet, you will do as I say until I am done with you, you will not lay a finger on anyone, including myself and Y/N. I’m taking your firearms and weapons, henceforth taking your dignity. Consider yourself a man of the brig, Mr. Pierce.

Sam lowered his pistol and stuffed it into his belt, keeping a watchful eye on Pierce as he continued to clean up the bloody mess on the brown flooring.

I’ve got my eyes on you. Keep on cleanin’, white boy.

~

Who’s going to get rid of the body?” Wanda asked, biting her fingernails.

She had tucked you into bed once she finished cleaning the cut on your throat and the blood from your sweat sodden skin. She had the decency to change you out of your confinements too, the fabrics were chucked into a metal bucket full of hot water so the blood wouldn’t stain. Your limp body had made it hard for Wanda to dress you in a spare blouse, but the hard work had paid off.

I was the one to kill him and I think I should be the one to chuck him overboard. Sam, would you think strapping a pair of boons to his feet would make him sink?

I think it would, Buck.” Sam snorted.

Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

With that, Bucky made his way to the main deck. He never intended to kill anyone, but when someone threatens someone he cares about most dear, his simmering anger turns to an over-boiled rage that cannot be contained. Sometimes he could control it, sometimes he couldn’t. Not this time, anyway. Shooting Brock Rumlow’s brains out was a rational thing to do, seeing as he was holding a very sharp dagger to his lady’s throat.

What he didn’t understand was why. Why? Why did he target you? Was there something Pierce wasn’t confessing? Was it something else?

He would never know now unless Pierce spilled his guts, and that’s why unwanted guilt washed over him like cold water as he steadied the dead body over the edge of the ship.

May the gods have mercy on your soul Brock Rumlow, because I fucking won’t.


As you woke up, you realised it was far from dawn due to the faint white rays of moonlight pouring through the small windows. Through tired, cloudy eyes you looked at your surroundings. You were in yours and Bucky’s shared bedchamber, though he was nowhere in sight. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the large hand on the eleven and the smaller hand near the twelve.

How long had you been out for?

You looked down your body to find that you were dressed in one of Bucky’s worn blouses, who dressed you? Who cleaned you? Was Brock dead? Was everyone OK?

You had so many questions.

You carefully slipped from beneath the silk sheets of the warm bed and tiptoed towards the cabin.

Bucky?” You called, your vision was still foggy from sleep, and you felt a throbbing sensation on the side of your throat. You peered into a nearby mirror and discovered you had a small gash on the side of your neck from where Brock had fallen behind you, his dagger had obviously caught but you were lucky it was just a small cut and no a full slice across the front.

Y/N? How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

“I, er, I don’t know really,” You gulped, tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke, “Everything… Everything is just… Lord, I’m sorry Bucky-

Hey- no need for that, my love, none of this- NONE, of this is your fault. You’ve just been the victim of a very fucked up person, this was all HIS doing, not yours, don’t you even dare, for a second, think that you should blame yourself.” Bucky then tugged you to his chest as you let a few tears slip, you felt strong hands rub your back and stroke your hair as you breathed deep breaths.

He said… He said he would have slit my throat, d-drained me and t-then used my body as a toy or s-something,” you hiccuped then, wincing as the scene replayed in your head, “and he said Pierce would be in on it too- and he said something about not risking Blackbeard- my father’s blade again.

Listen, you’re safe now, I… You know what I’ve done to Rumlow, he’s long gone, probably eaten by a shark or stolen by a siren by now. Though, Pierce is being kept in the brig behind bars, away from everyone else.” You furrowed your brows then, but before you could speak Bucky finished his sentence.  “I’ll let you kick his ass soon, maybe shoot him in the foot.” You let out a watery giggle then, sniffling slightly. You saw the devotion in Bucky’s soft eyes then, along with his loving smile.

You realised then, that you loved this man, this big soft soul wrapped in steel skin, with silky brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean tides. You didn’t want to say it so soon- so you just tugged his head down to yours so you could press a tender kiss to his lips. It was a passionate kiss, but there was no tongue, or groans or moans. Sheer bliss and you pulled away only slightly, your lips ghosting over his.

May I ask who took care of me whilst you done whatever you did?

It was Wanda, I-I didn’t know whether you would have wanted I, a male, to touch you whilst unconscious, so I asked Wanda, a female, and your friend, to help you. Seeing as she’s uh… tended to your… womanly needs before-

Hush, James, I know what you mean. Thank you for respecting me.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, inwardly sighing at the warm contact as his hands cupped your jaw. “I’m hungry, but… I think I should get some clothes on first.


What do you think will happen?” Sam asked quietly as he stood behind his love, head resting his head on her shoulder.

I don’t know, Sam, just know, that whatever happens, we’ll find a way out of it, we always do.” Wanda murmured, her hands resting on the ones draped gently across her shoulders, stroking his knuckles softly.

Hey, look up, see that? Shooting star, better make a wish, darlin’.” Sam chuckled, his eyes stuck on the beautiful lass in front of him, she was his wish come true, so he didn’t have to ask for anything more.

I couldn’t wish for anything more than you, Sam.


You had spent the hour with Bucky in the main area of the cabin, you hadn’t exited the large room, therefore, you didn’t have to change. Bucky had kindly gone to the galley and fetched some bread, fruit and wine for you. You both sat by his desk, munching away.

As the clock chimed one, you and Bucky both bid goodnight to Wanda and Sam once they popped their heads through the door to do the same. As you both got comfortable in bed, you shuffled closer to one another, basking in each other's’ warmth and company. You felt Bucky yawn, his hard chest heaving against your cheek, causing you to yawn also.

Yawning is as contagious as the black death, dare I say,” Bucky muttered tiredly, the vibrations of his voice relaxing you. His hands absentmindedly delved underneath the loose fabric of the baggy blouse that adorned your frame. His fingers traced light lines from your waist to your shoulder, slightly edging the blouse further and further up, the sound of even breathing and steady ocean waves lulled you to sleep.


During the early hours of the morning, you were jolted out of your sleep. Bucky had awoken too - having the ability to feel what you’re feeling - he felt the sweat roll down your temple, your erratic breathing and the tears burning in your eyes.

You were on high alert, you felt so panicked and scared. It hadn’t been a whole day and you were already having night terrors, Brock’s disfigured face haunted and tormented the insides of your eyelids, screaming into your dreaming ears, the feeling of cold steel still against your throat and sticky blood coating your skin like thick paint.

Bucky could feel you going into an erratic, panicked state and he shuffled closer to you to try and make you feel his gentle, calming touch. As his calloused hands made contact with yours, you looked at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t breathe and your head felt too heavy for your body like a siren out of the water.

Shh, Y/N, it’s okay, he’s not here, he can’t touch you anymore, he’s dead, he’s gone, long gone. Breathe with me, darling, breathe nice and deep, there we go,” You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck whilst your shoulders heaved with muscle-straining sobs. Bucky’s voice alone eased you to calmness again, and you slumped against him, tired and spent from the panic attack.

I hope God has no mercy on that wretched man because I certainly won’t.” You groaned. You felt your head throb with pain from a number of tears you had shed now and then.

I said the exact same thing, doll, I said the exact same thing. But just remember that I’m here for you, Wanda is here for you, so is Sam. You’re welcome to jump aboard Steve’s ship and talk to him or Peggy as well, they’re basically… only next door.” He finished his words with a firm kiss on your forehead. You snorted a little, rubbing your tired eyes.

You twisted your head to look at the large grandfather clock, it was only three in the morning and you still had time to rest but you were so, so petrified of the pictures flashing behind your eyelids again.

Then the reality of this whole situation combusted inside your chest, the realisation that your father, the most feared pirate in all continents, was probably out roaming the seas looking for you. What if he was angry? You shook the thought from your mind when you realized that you never owed him any explanation; he had tried courting you off with a strange man that was only interested in sex and breeding to keep his bloodline going, he paid barely any attention to you and he shrugged you off most of the time.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Peggy… They were your home now, not Port Royal. Your father could attempt to steal you away from the man you love and take you back to the island but there was a high chance of him being at the pointy end of everyone’s swords.

Most of the crew had taken a liking to you, apart from Pierce and the late Brock Rumlow, obviously, the thought made you shudder again.

Y/N, darling, please rest -” Bucky whispered, his fingers gently ghosting against the skin of your neck. His large hand gently cradled your head as his thumb soothed over your earlobe, making you relax into his touch. You peered down to see the covers tangled between both your legs, putting them on show.

Bucky- you never told me about that scar -” You ran your finger lightly over the thick scar on thigh, the tissue was painted in pinks and whites small tinges of red, the pattern almost resembled that of a map, like it was a guide to his soul. The thought made you smile a little and Bucky’s hand came to rest on yours as you traced the jagged edges of the memory etched upon his skin.

“I was a boy- probably about nine or ten years old, I had knocked over an oil lamp on my father’s ship and where the flame had caught my trousers the oil seeped straight through, I was running around like a lunatic, shouting for my father and the fire didn’t stop,” You peered up at Bucky to see him smiling, as if it was one of his fondest memories. “one jackass decided to pour rum on my leg, yeah, rum. The asshole thought it would extinguish the flames but alas, it did not. By then the mixed chemicals were already singing off my skin and I ended up with a third-degree burn, it was much bigger what it seems now, much bigger, it was so, so painful, as well.” Bucky grimaced as he looked down at the scarring.

Well, Bucky, it definitely isn’t ugly, I assure you that.” You smiled up at him, your fingers still dancing around the seams of his beautiful flaw, and you felt him shiver at the contact. You pressed a light kiss on his jawline, lingering a bit longer than usual.

Are you trying to give me a love bite, Miss L/N?” Bucky teased, his voice low and drawn out as his head tilted sideways, giving you access to the soft and stubble skin of his neck and jaw.

Hmm, maybe, Captain Barnes, though one does not know how to do such a thing.” Your comment didn’t surprise him, but he pulled back to look at you anyway.

Would you like me to show you, angel?” His blue eyes gazed down upon yours as he spoke his words, his tantalizing bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

You were unsure of what was to come, but you nodded your head anyway. You knew Bucky could sense your nervousness, as he pulled your face closer to his and took your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna kiss you here,” one short kiss to your jaw, “here,” a lingering kiss to the area underneath your ear, which made you sigh only slightly, “and all round here, angel.

Bucky began to lather your neck with kisses filled with lips teeth and tongue, Bucky worked his mouth over the soft flesh, earning a sharp moan to leave your throat as you felt a wonderful feeling between pain and pleasure envelope your mind. He nibbled softly, his tongue soothing over the spots almost instantly, but you moaned aloud when he blew cool onto the dampened spot, and you subconsciously hiked your thigh upwards and over his strong one.

Bucky shifted and grabbed a hand-mirror from the nightstand and pointed it at you, gently tilting your head. Your jaw went slack when you saw a pinky-purple splotch on the side of your neck, though you didn’t get a chance to react because Bucky had gone back to attacking your neck with more and more kisses.

He bit down a harder on the spot over your jugular as your cloth covered heat made contact with his thigh. Bucky’s large hands left your hips and neck to grasp your bum, making you straddle his thick thigh.

You wanna rock them pretty hips against my thigh, my love? Hmm?” Bucky’s gravelly voice sent shocks right through you. “Let me show you how useful this big ol’ scar can be sweetheart.” His words could be deceived as innocent if spoken in a different manner, but they were so erotic you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

Oh, Bucky, I- how does this feel so g-good?” You dropped your head to his broad shoulder as his hands found your bum, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading your cheeks so you ground down harder onto him and so he could feel almost all of your heat against the sensitive skin of his scarred thigh. He paid no attention to the erection that tented against the large blouse adorning his body, his focus was on you, your body, your facial expressions, and most of all, the feeling of your damp little pussy grinding against him through a barrier of thin cotton.

You felt the pressure on your clothed clit as it dragged against the rough skin of his thigh, the knot in your stomach tightened further and further, making your legs quiver over his and your hips stuttered so badly that Bucky had to guide you himself, pushing you down a little bit harder, making you splutter out a moan.

Bucky’s eyes met yours and he could see that there was no colour left - your pupil had blown so wide he could barely see any of the pretty Y/E/C that usually resided there.

Mhmm, keep rocking your hips my love - the contact of your pussy against me might just send me over the edge alone, God.” He pulled your neck down so he could press his mouth to yours again, your moans and gasps giving him access to explore your lips and tongue with his tongue.

One of his hands drifted over your loose blouse and cupped your breast, squeezing it gently and his thumb grazed over your nipple through the thin fabric.

Are you gonna cum, angel?” You hummed against his mouth, overridden with euphoria and pleasure. Bucky took a moment before using his hand that was on your breast to part your lips, his tongue brushed against yours and he sucked it slightly, making you grind your hips hard into him, resulting in that final tug in the knot of your stomach to release.

Unngh, Bucky- Fuck- Captain-” You groaned loudly, you swore the ship rocked again as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

That’s it, kitten, just ride it out. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Did it feel good, my love?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from arousal and it made the slick wetness of your heat coat the insides of your thighs.

Mmm, yes, B-Bucky it was… wow.

Do you feel a bit better now? A bit sleepy?” He shifted your legs so they were fully straddling his waist, you felt his hard erection press against your stomach and sighed. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you mumbled in thanks and pressed a lazy open-mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking slightly.

Bucky gasped at your bold movements, feeling your soft plump lips suck at his neck, then your teeth nipping gently and your tongue darting out to sooth the red skin in little strokes.

You raised your head to him, lids heavy with post-pleasure. “Mhmm, I just gave you a love-bite Captain Barnes, and it’s almost as pretty as you.

Your arms hooked around his broad shoulders again, trying to bring yourself closer to him, you kissed him slowly and softly, but your clumsiness got the better of you, making you fall down on top of him, your chest pushing against his firm one as you sat on his waist. With this angle, you felt his hardness completely against you, but you were so tired you hadn’t caught yourself falling asleep on top of him, your wild hair fanning behind you.

Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.


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Doubt it | Taehyung, You

Based on song - ‘Breath’ by Lauv, please read the lyrics or listen to the song before/while reading this!

Warning: Like over the top angst

I should leave, ‘cause you deserve better, better

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, causing him to smile. “What’s up?” he asked, rocking you from side to side.

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The Ways We Say I Love You

(based loosely off of this beautiful piece of art by UpTheHill)

In the mornings, the sun rays hitting your pale skin, the way you’d slowly saunter towards me, bending over and observing me, as if you were trying to remember every possible detail as quickly as you can. You think I’m asleep, but I’m not. I see the little flutters of your eyelashes, the small little freckle on your face that you always try to glamour before going out, the way your pale blonde hair sticks out in a very un-Malfoy-ish fashion after you’ve just woken up. The way you’d slowly maneuver your lips over mine, straddling my hips, ghosting your warm lips over mine as you whisper silently, “Time to wake up sleepyhead.” The way you’d threaten me, while smiling lightly, to hit me with the pillow you held in your hands if I didn’t get up soon. The way I’d flip you over and you’d start giggling as if it was the funniest thing ever as I’d pin you down and kiss you. The way you’d lead me slowly into the kitchen, your sweatpants hanging low on your hips, giving me a glimpse of last night’s adventure. The way you’d sit me down on the breakfast counter, giving me pancakes and a warm cup of coffee. The way you’d giggle over the useless things I’d tell you as we sat there, submerging ourselves in the worlds in each other’s eyes. The way you’d play with my fingers, tracing the small calluses on my hand and the scars from school, nodding along to my half-hearted explanations as our hearts beat in sync. The way you make my heart flutter just by looking at me, the way your breath hitches when you see me enter a room. 

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Word Count: 1577 

Pairing: Tyler x Reader


My hands were shaking so bad when I got off of the airplane this morning. I kept drinking water and by the time I saw Mark in front of the airport, I had around ten empty bottles stuffed inside of my backpack. However, when I saw him a wide smile enveloped my face and I ran as fast as I could to give him a hug. Now we were outside of his house and I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown because I would be meeting all of his friends. He looked at me as we were grabbing my bags out of the back an put his hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, they’re going to love you.”


His words were comforting but they didn’t stop my chest from tightening when I took a step inside. As soon as I walked in I saw four people sitting on the sectional. 

“Y/N, this is everyone, everyone this is my friend, Y/N.”

The smaller guy with blue hair widened his eyes and looked up at Mark.

“Oh no Mark, are you replacing us?”

“Shut up Ethan.”

A giggle escaped my lips and a girl, who I remembered was Amy, got up and gave me a hug. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“You too! Mark’s told me so much about you.” It was true, when they first started dating she was all he talked about. He called me after their first date and we talked like we were in high school again. I was just glad that he had found someone that made him so happy. Amy grinned and walked over to Mark and hugged his torso. I looked down at the other two that were sitting down and tried to remember their names. The girl’s name started with a K and for a second I thought that maybe it was Katelyn.

“Hi, I’m Kathryn.” So close.

“Nice to meet you.”

The other guy had yet to say anything but he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. It made me kind of uncomfortable and I worried that my make up was smeared from when I fell asleep on the plane. 

“Um, Y/N, this is Tyler.” Tyler seemed to shake out of his trance and smiled widely at me, holding out his hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mark’s talked a lot about you.” A shy smile made it’s way to my face as I shook his hand. We stayed like that for a while until Mark cleared his throat.

“Ok well we’re having a movie night tonight so Y/N, unpack your stuff, I’ll show you to your room,” he turned to Tyler “and you order the pizzas.” I was already walking down the hallway he pointed me towards, so I didn’t see the devious grin that he sent Tyler, or the worried glare he received in return.

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“Y/N!! Are you ready yet?” I had just taken a shower and was getting dressed in something more comfortable when Mark’s booming voice echoed throughout the halls. 

“Yea! I’ll be down in a minute!”

I was wearing my Led Zepplin shirt, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of fuzzy panda socks that I had gotten for Christmas last year. When I got to the bottom of the steps I could smell pizza and popcorn. Amy walked out of the kitchen with three giant bowels of popcorn balanced on her arms and I offered to carry some for her. She thanked me and we made our way into the living room.

The scene I saw before me sent a wave of anxiety up my spine, for two reasons. One Amy and Mark were both sitting on the love seat and Kathryn was sitting in the chair, leaving the only other place to sit, in between Ethan and Tyler on the couch. Ethan wasn’t the problem, Tyler was. I felt so nervous around him and I couldn’t tell if it was because he was so handsome and muscular that it was intimidating, or if it was that he was so handsome and muscular that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. The other part was that the movie they had picked out was a horror movie. 

“Oh my God, Mark, no. I hate horror movies!”

Mark smirked and motioned towards Tyler. “Don’t worry, Y/N, Goliath, here is scarier than anything in this movie.

I pouted but didn’t say anything else as I sat down between the two guys. We watched the movie in silence until halfway through Mark got up to use the bathroom. When he came back it was in the middle of a particularly scary and tense part and right at the jump scare he screamed and shook my shoulders. I screamed so loud my throat felt raw. I shoved my head into Tyler’s shoulder and grabbed his upper arm as my whole body shook while Mark just stood back, laughing. 

It would have been the stereotypical cutesy, romance scene, except Mark ended up scaring Ethan too, so he was hiding in my shoulder, probably shaking even more than I was. 

"What the fuck, Mark?”

“God, Ethan, you sounded like you started puberty all over again, just more violently!”

“Well I wouldn’t have screamed if you didn’t fucking scare us!”

They continued to bicker and I completely forgot about the position I was currently in until Tyler moved his arm. I looked at him, mortified, and began to apologize profusely until he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. The mortified look remained on my face but now it was directed at the floor instead of Tyler, who kept his eyes locked on the movie. He didn’t look at you but you were grateful for that because you had entered full tomato-mode. 

Eventually Ethan and Mark ceased the bickering and you all continued to watch the movie until everyone fell asleep. When you wake up you keep your eyes closed and try to snuggle in closer to the warmth that was pressed against you. It responded by pulling you closer and you opened your eyes to see Tyler just a few inches from your face. You gasped and got up carefully as not to wake him, and looked around to see that everyone was gone. 

You walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

Y/N

Sorry to leave you and Tyler alone but Ethan and Kat had to get groceries and 

I promised to take Amy on a coffee date. We’ll all be back soon, don’t break anything ;)

Mark

“What the fuck.”

Tyler was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him up but your stomach was growling like your uncle at Thanksgiving dinner, so you decide to make pancakes. You played some music softly from your phone and swung your hips lightly to the beat. Not paying much attention to anything else other than the task at hand, you didn’t notice when Tyler walked into the kitchen and sat at the island. After you but the first batch on the skillet you turned around to get a plate but nearly screamed when you saw him watching you. 

“Oh please, don’t stop because of me. I just came in to see what smelled so good.”

Your face had gotten brick-red and you tried not to stutter. “I was just making pancakes, I woke up and was hungry so I decided to make up breakfast. The others went out somewhere.” Tyler looked at the note Mark had left and gave it a weird look but didn’t say anything else.

He watched you as you continued to make the pancakes, occasionally offering to help, to which you shut him down.

“But you’re the guest, I should be making YOU breakfast.” He got up from his seat and made his way over to you. 

“Really, I don’t mind.” He kept walked closer until you were backed up against the counter and you could feel his breath on your cheek. Both of you started to lean in and you were just a few centimeters apart when you heard the door slam open.

“GUYS! THERE’S A HUGE FUCKING CAT OUT HERE! THIS GUY’S WALKING IT ON A LEASH!!”

Tyler took a step back and huffed, “Dammit Ethan.”

“IT’S SO BIG IT LOOKS LIKE IT SHOULD BE WALKING HIM.”

Tyler had moved to the other end of the kitchen by the time Ethan and Kat had gotten to the kitchen, several bags of food in their hands. They looked at our red faces and smirked at each other but didn’t say anything as they began putting the groceries away. The door opened again and this time Mark and 

Amy walked in and grinned at the two of you.

“Soooo, what did you guys do while we were gone?”

“Um, I made pancakes.”

“Mhm.” Mark squinted his eyes at Tyler and everyone got a plate full of pancakes and took them into the living room, but Tyler stayed back. I was turned away as I got my own plate of food but was interrupted when He spun me around and pressed his lips to my own. It was quick and sweet, and when he pulled away he rested his forehead on mine.

“I think Mark planned this.”

“Me too.” We laughed and were smiling like goofs at each other when Mark slid back into the kitchen.

​​​​​​​"I did!“

twin andrews part 4 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by starlitsummersky

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part five:

a/n: wowie lil nuggets we’ve reached part 4 im having a lil happy dance over here! im so overwhelmed about how much you guys are liking this series so im more than happy to get busy making parts as long as you’ll are loving it so let me know!!🥂👱🏻‍♀️💛🤓💐🌈💚🌻ps: if you’ve missed a part click on the masterlist in my blog ✨

“ugh i hate calculus with my whole heart” i mutter flicking through my text book pooping a few gummy bears in my mouth. it was free period so Betty, Kevin and I decided to try and study for a calculus text tomorrow.

my brother and he’s team mates were also here with veronica and jughead sitting off to the side taking in everyone’s conversation. i catch him glances at me which cause me to smile and fiddle with the ends of his jacket

reggie was going on about his theories on who killed jason and everyone was getting pretty fed up with his antics

“it couldn’t have been a jock-” i groan closing my book “reggie can you just stop! jesus christ” he turns in his seat smirking at me.

“well well well my little vixen what’s gotten into you-” i roll my eyes “im trying to study and i can hear is your idiotic voice so it’d be wonderful if you just shut the hell up!” i smile sweetly the room snickering at my response.

“terribly sorry my lady- please continue working” i curse under my breathe turning my attention away from reggie and toward the brunette leaning against the far table, a smirk drawn on his face, i give him a wink causing his chest to shake as he laughs

my attention is brought back when reggie bellows jugheads name, i move out of the chair and over to reggie, “seriously?” he ignores me and continues to interrogate jughead

“what was it like suicide squad? when you shot jason?” “you didn’t do stuff to the body right? like after?”

i turn to jughead awaiting his response “its call necrophilia reggie, can you spell it?” he replies emotionless. he’s arms folded across his chest

“come here you little punk” reggie launches himself over the couch and rushes up the jughead not before archie jumps in front of him pushing reggie in the chest away from the two

i sigh relived that my brother was protecting him even though they weren’t the best of friends right now

everyone stands “boys” veronica warns touching chuck on the arm, i look at her puzzled at how snug she was being with yet another jock

i push past moose and grab reggie by the shoulder “would you just stop for a minute-?” i spit annoyed at the air head “leave him alone” i warn. he pushes up his selves glancing from me to jughead to my brother and then back to me.

“wait is that jugheads jacket your wearing princess?-” my brother shoves him once more “god just shut up reggie”

“what do you care Andrews?”

he glances quickly to me before back to reggie “nothing just leave him alone”

i smile small at my brother but it’s short lived as reggie speaks “holy crap”

“did you and donny darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood brother thing?”

my brother shoves the raven headed boy, jugheads eyes going wide stepping away from the table and outstretching his arms shielding me from the two. i push past his arms and place a hand on Reggies chest “walk away”

anger flashes in his eyes “no can do princess” and with that he grabs my brother and throws him into the vending machine the glasses smashing, arms around me waist tug me back and i try and fight it until i realise it was jug.

Chuck and Jughead are up trying to pry the two apart as they wrestle on the ground Reggie getting one solid punch to my brothers eye before giving up the fight and letting Chuck drag him up holding him against the wall to stop him from causing further harm.

i move toward him anger moving through me like a tidal wave, “don’t you ever speak to my friends like that ever again- and i swear if you lay another hand on my brother i will make sure you cannot reproduce got it?” i sneer and he wink at me “god i love it when your mad” a flick switches and i punch him right in the eye.

he tries to break free from chuck as i continue to hit him annoyance taking away “you little jerk” i yell being lifted off the ground and dragged out of the room by the beanie wearing brunette

he walks me over to my locker as we see the principle enter the room walking away with the two jocks “i can’t believe him” i mumble slamming my hands against the locker

“hey don’t let him get to you” he places his hand on my shoulder and i exhale loudly “yeah i know- i don’t get how you can deal with it jug- what he said was totally out of hand and im sorry-” he shakes his head “don’t worry about it i seemed to have both andrews in my corner anyway”

i smile down at my feet “did you and archie make up last night?” he shifts on his feet “uh- no no we didn’t we just talked and yeah” i sigh “will you ever?” he shrugs again “i don’t know- i want to tell you it’s just” he clears his throat “it’s fine jug, ive got practice ill see you tonight at the rally?” he nods “yeah”

“(y/n) wait-” i turn and face him “will i be getting my jacket back anytime soon?” he chuckles, my eyes widen i had totally forgotten that i hadn’t returned it to him since he gave it to me last night “my bad” i shrug off the jacket and he shakes his head

“no no- keep it for now- it’ll give me an excuse to see you again-” i blush but continue to remove the jacket “i have practice so ill be in my uniform so it’ll just be in my locker so please take it, the game can be your excuse”

he reluctantly takes it from me and places it in his locker “i don’t think ill ever be able to wear it again, you wore it too well so now it doesn’t look as good on me anymore” he gives me a smug smile “yeah yeah whatever jones, i love that jacket on you-”

“see you tonight” i yell to him as i walk myself toward the girls locker room, great a whole period of my two favourite people; Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge.

after what seemed like the longest hour of my life the bell finally rings ending the period and i give a silent prayer as i now have an excuse to put as much distance as i possible can before i launch myself at veronica for breaking a thousand girl codes.

my head was aching from listen to her trying to tell Betty how she realised she did was wrong but she wasn’t the only one involved and that apparently she was being a ‘good’ friend and ‘protecting’ betty because cheryl would’ve gone in if veronica didn’t.

im almost in the clear until i hear the all to familiar voice calling out my name, i bring my hands to my mouth and scream into them before slapping a smile on my face and turning to face the raven haired girl.

“okay so i understand your mad at me for what happened between me and your brother and I just want to apologise” i pause before i answer trying to think of ways to place it nicely.

“look ronnie i wouldn’t have given a crap if you hooked up with my brother okay he can date and kiss whoever the hell he wants but when you add my girl to the mix that’s where i draw the line, you knew how betty felt- you both did yet not one of you thought to yourself maybe i shouldn’t smash b’s heart to smithereens” i smile sarcastically

“if your goal was to piss me off to the point where i actually can’t stand to be near you then congrats you’ve done that. im annoyed and hungry so quite frankly don’t approach me until ive calmed down because i swear i will take you down and i really don’t want to make an enemy out of you”

i move past her and make my way to my locker to grab a few things before heading home to change and prepare for the rally tonight it’s supposedly forecast to flash flood but for some wack reason they’re making us cheer in the pouring rain. yay school spirit

“hey andrews”

“oh for fuck sakes can’t a girl just be left alone!” i complain turning to see the smug look of Reggie Mantle, black eye and all. “not in the mood Mantle shove along go find another cheerleader to torment.

i begin to walk out of the school reggie still hot on my heels “but your my own and only vixen i swear” i furrow my brows at the boy and ignore him as i begin my journey home

im almost at my house when I realise reggie still trailing behind me “jeez reg what are you walking me home?” i complain trying to pick up my pace “we aren’t in school anymore you can leave me alone and stop acting like an asshole”

“oh c'mon (y/n/n) i thought we were past this” he complains stopping at the gate to my house “guess we aren’t” i say enthusiastically giving a thumbs up for encouragement before slamming the front door and flopping onto the couch.

the front door opens and closes but im too tired and grumpy to move so i stay out sprawled out onto the couch “why is reggie outside our house?” archie asks moving my legs so he could sit down.

i sit up and take the apple from his hand “reggie who?”

“you ready for tonight?” i ask the blonde girl fiddling with my hair as we start the walk toward school

she nods her head and to swinging her blonde pony tail “im actually really excited- my first pep rally as a river vixen” she giggle spinning around in her uniform

“well miss betty cooper you were made to be a cheerleader, us vixens are lucky to have you” i encourage her attempting to calm the nerves i know she has.

“thanks (y/n/n), im so glad your back” i wink at the blonde “so am i- i did really miss you a lot, seems like everyone’s life just sort went on with me” i smile sadly.

we enter the locker room and my good mood seems to have diminished completely “ronnie!” Betty calls to the raven haired girl gesturing her over so we could walk out onto the field together

“looking good ladies” veronica compliments offering me a small smile, i decide to return it “we good?” she questions and i take a second to respond “yeah lodge we’re good”

she smiles placing both hands on our shoulders “now should be go and show some school spirit” her grin wide and preppy cheerleader tone on point “lets go!” i return the enthusiasm throwing up some spirit fingers.

we rush onto the field bouncing on the balls of the feet and get the crowd up and alive, it was pouring down and we were soaked as soon as we stepped foot onto the field. the bleachers filled with umbrellas to shield themselves.

the mayor steps up to the podium and gives a small speech dedicating the rally to the late jason blossom before introducing josie and the pussycats and the river vixens to start their performance

the music starts and we launch into the routine all eyes on us as we swish around our skirts doing a few flips but mostly choreography from one miss blossom. i grab my poms and start catching jughead staring right at me, it throws me off but i mange to get back into the groove a blush covering my face

we finish our routine and coach runs across the stage and introduce the almighty riverdale bulldogs. they break through the banner my brother at the front of the group wearing jasons jersey. i freeze sickness washing over me, i turn instantly to see cheryl turning white before catching my gaze and bolting off the field.

betty & veronica rush off the field following her but i decide against following them and walk toward my brother whom was amongst the crowd talking to one jughead jones

puzzled i jog over smiling brightly as i approach the two “whatcha talking bout” i ask smiling shyly at the brunette, i bump hips with my brother “nice way to spook everyone arch” i tease and he just shakes his head

“so?” i raise my eyes brows glancing between the two awfully chummy “uh arch just apologised and well im going to give him a second chance” jug speaks playing with the back of his neck

i smile to myself jumping up and down before launching myself into jughead, he stumbles but wraps his arms around my waist holding me up before setting me down “thank you” i mumble into his ear before turning and punching my brother playfully in the arm

“about time you big idiot”

“ow!” he exaggerates rubbing his arm “oh stop being a baby” i roll my eyes at him the boy laughing at the sibling banter

“Pop’s?” i ask the two and they nod i start walking and the lag behind “c'mon what are we waiting for!” they laugh and share a glance before jogging to catch up to my long strides

“can i ask yous something” archie asks me as we start our short journey to pop’s “shoot” i tell him adjusting my gym bag on my shoulder before jughead removes it from my slinging it on his own shoulder

“what’s with you two, why have you been wearing jughead’s jackets are yous like a thing or-?” i giggle glancing at the brunette next to me who decides to stay quite

“it was pouring down on the way over from the dance, i was cold so he leant it to me and i wore it to school the next day to return it. is it really that big of a deal?”

he shakes his head “not that it’s really any of your business anyway right jug?” he looks at me wide eyes glancing between his best friend and his little sister “i mean yeah”

i laugh at his nervousness and push open the door to Pop’s spotting B & V already sitting in a both toward the back, i don’t wait for the boys i just continue down and slip in next to veronica

“ladies” i smile at them and betty turns in her seat looking at my brother and he’s best friend, i realise instantly and cuss under my breathe “they don’t have to seat sorry my bad” she shakes her head and speaks out to the boys as they wait for permission to join us”

“you wanna join us?” they both share a smile “only if your treating” jughead comments walking over and sliding in next to me placing his arm along the back of the booth

i watch as my brother does the same sharing a glance of respect with betty then laughing at something veronica said as we all sit cozily in our booth waiting for our food to arrive engrossed in our own little world.

i feel jugheads arm drop slowly resting on my shoulder causing me to wriggle closer to him sharing a smile with the brunette before returning back to the conversation

last nights drama had fizzled away, friendships mended and on their way to being so for now we sit happy and content wonder what tomorrow brings and in this moment i smile this, this was home.

-🌹

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slytherin/hufflepuff relationships

slytherin: MALE

Hufflepuff: FEMALE

(I take requests for other houses/genders/sexual preferences)

  • “I’d offer you breakfast but you didn’t make any”
  • “its okay im not hungry”
  • “WHAT COME ON”
  • *muffled giggling*
  • the babe incident:
  • “okay bye see you tomorrow”
  • *low voice* “okay bye see you tomorrow YOU DIDNT WANNA SAY BABE IN FRONT OF YOUR FRIENDS CALL ME BABE CALL ME BABE”
  • *laughing* “OKAY OKAY BYE BABE I LOVE YOU”
  •  no no no this cannot be happening it just slipped out im sorry
  •  
  •  
  • “did you-”
  • “NO”
  • “im pretty sure-”
  • “NO you must have misheard I said I love… fruit?”
  • *unimpressed* “you hate fruit”
  • “I’ve had a recent revelation that maybe I don’t dislike it as much as I believed.”
  • “I love you too.”
  • blushing
  • bLUSHING
  • BLUSHING
  • BLUSHING
  • shopping for food
    • *picks up lettuce* “this matches my outift”
    • *grabs the first yellow object they see in the cart* “this matches MINE!”
    • *uncontrollable laughter*
    • “what?” *glances at package*
    • *rolling around on the floor*
    • “OH MY GOD WHAT ARE CONDOMS DOING IN OUR CART”
    • *tears rolling down cheek*
    • *blushes profusely and throws box at laughing slytherin*
  • slytherin being too proud to apologise for small things like leaving the fridge door open or the seat up or untidy living room
  • Hufflepuff realising this and not pushing the slytherin to apologise
  • but totally making them apologise for putting cONDOMS IN OUR CART THAT WAS THE MOST EMBARRASSING THING EVER OH MY GOD
  • “say fuck”
  • “what?”
  • “I’ve never heard you swear before. say it.”
  • “no”
  • “come on, L/N, say it. say fuck.”
  • “NO”
  • “I won’t leave you alone til you do.”
  • *picks up book and starts reading*
  • “ughhhhh, come onnnnnnn fuck fuck fuck fuck”
  • “if you don’t shut up ill give you something to swear about”
  • “fuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk”
  • *gets up to leave and accidentally knees slytherin in the crotch*
  • “OW MERLIN WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR”
  • “OH MY GOD IM SO FUCKING SORRY LET ME HELP YOU MERLIN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
  • *smirking*
  • *rolls eyes and accidentally bumps heads as she bends down to pick up something he dropped*
  • “ouch”
  • “shit sorry”
  • SMALL GESTURES THOUGH
  • slytherin not wanting to be overly romantic because thats not who they are
  • Hufflepuff not wanting to smother them or be overly embarrassing/romantic
  • so it would be things like
    • “I brought you coffee. just the way you like it.”
    • *confused* “hot?”
    • “like your boyfriend”
    • “you weren’t in class today so I brought you the notes”
    • “you forgot to tuck your shirt in and the professor’s coming down the hallway don’t get a detention”
    • “you can borrow my owl. I know yours isn’t great for long-distance flights if you want to send that to your parents”
  • ROASTING EACH OTHER 
  • ALL. THE. TIME
  • “wow the snow is so beautiful”
  • “you know what else is beautiful”
  • “what?”
  • “me”
  • the slytherin finding it so funny that she can roast him and everyone else
  • the Hufflepuff accidentally roasting a professor
  • “are you almost done with that, L/N”
  • “you know what I’m done with? your attitude.”
  • *blankly stares*
  • “OH MY GOSH PROFESSOR IM SO SORRY”
  • only receiving a single detention because the professor found it so utterly hilarious
  • the slytherin wishing he could have been there to see it
  • but all the hufflepuff’s friends were happy to fill him in
  • the slytherin casually dropping into Hufflepuff conversations around the school to just be near the Hufflepuff
  • the Hufflepuff not having the confidence to do the same around Slytherins because she is half-half / muggle-born

I have to stop myself but I have so many more so maybe part 2????

Are you Daddy’s lady fwiend? Pt.3

Calumxreader

Word count: 1,700+

Warnings: Some bad words but that’s it.

part 1    part 2 

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When I got to my apartment, I felt drained.

I couldn’t help but feel as if Calum being upset was my fault.  He might have regretted me meeting kaiden.

He probably didn’t want me to be a mom with him, he just said he did so Kaiden wouldn’t be upset anymore.

I let my bag fall on to the couch and went into my rom. Ready to sleep for eternity.

I put on some sweatpants and a shirt and got under the covers, plugging in my hone to charge. As I Laid back on the bed closing my eyes, I heard my phone ring. Turning over, I reached for it, seeing that it was calum calling I sat up and answered.

“Hey,” I bit my lip, not sure of why he was calling since he didn’t even say bye to me when I left.

“I love you princess” His voice was groggy, tired, and it seemed as if he had been crying. Nonetheless, hearing those words made me smile and made my stomach fill up with butterflies, no, Dinosaurs, made my stomach fill up with dinosaurs having a party.

“I love you too” I played with my hands, closing my eyes, still fearing what he would say next.

“I-I’m sorry, for acting like a douche when you left. Just know that I love you and I’m so fucking thankful for having you in my life. Thank you for being so good to me, and now to Kaiden. I Love you.” You heard him sniffle, and got worried.

“Cal? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” I got up and started pacing.

“I-I’m okay princess, don’t worry about me.” He sniffled once more and hung up the phone.

I called him back but he wasn’t answering.

I kept trying, leaving him voice mails, until he texted me.

Squishy Cal <3: Go to sleep. I’m okay

While vague, his answer did calm me down. I knew Calum wouldn’t hide something from me. If he said he was okay, and that was it.

He wouldn’t keep anything from me.

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CPOV:

This couldn’t be happening.

I was running late. Like really late.

And today I had to open the shop earlier, because I had appointments all day. Weirdly enough, Mndays were quite the popular day to get tattoos, that’s why my schedule was so full today. I had a guy in at 7:30 to get inked.

It was currently 7:45.

To top it off, my mom couldn’t watch Kaiden today.

I had no idea what to do.

I grabbed my phone, deciding that I would take Ky with me with work, when I hear the text message notification. I ignored it, I didn’t have the time to socialize right now.

I put Kaiden in his car seat, got behind the wheel and drove the shop.

“Jet Black Heart” was the second most important thing I’ve ever done. The first one being Kaiden of course. I had always wanted to be a tattoo artist, so while I was in high school, I worked my butt of trying to get enough money to someday open my own shop.

My parents gave me the best graduation present, they bought me a place where I could put my shop. It was quite big actually, and it needed a lot of work, but luckily it was all aesthetic work so I could do it at my own pace. For 4 years I worked 4 days a week at a restaurant, as a waiter. Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays were spent as an apprentice Kyle Harris, who had taught me everything I knew about design, technique and tattoos in general.

Finally, at age 22, Jet Black Heart was born.

It felt fucking great.

When I parked my car behind the shop, I got Kaiden and put on my sunglasses. I walked inside from the back door, carrying Kaiden on my hip, and saw that the guy I was meant to tattoo at 7:30, was waiting outside, leaning on a Porsche.

I scoffed, I hated tattooing rich kids.

I opened the door, and mumbled a come in to him. He took off his sun glasses and walked in.

“It’s eight o’clock,” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m aware.” I put Kaiden down and motioned for him to go into the room where I chilled when there was no one here. He looked up at me.

“I’m hungry daddy” Crap!  I didn’t make breakfast!

This day couldn’t get worse.

“I’ll get you something in a little bit yeah? Just go into the TV room and wait there.” I ruffled his hair and looked up at the guy, who was holding in his laughter.

“What’s so funny mate?” I asked as I looked at the agenda, looking to see if he had given me a design.

“You got a kid?” He looked amused,

I stared at him, contemplating whether or not I should answer him “Yes,” even if he was a douche, I couldn’t be rude to a client.

He chuckled. “There’s this thing called condoms dude. It doesn’t feel the same but it saves you from taking care of that” He pointed to the room where Kaiden had gone in.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, your dad should’ve used one of those.”  I grabbed my phone and plugged it in to charge. I saw that y/n was the person that had texted me.

My love <3: Good morning babe :)

“What did you just say to me?!” I ignored him and answered Y/n.

Squishy Cal <3:  HI baby,are you busy?

I hoped she wasn’t working early today.

I found the design I had previously made for the guy, Jungkook apparently, and told him to go into the tattooing room to the left. He clenched his jaw, but did as I said anyways.

My love <3: Not right now, why?

Squishy Cal <3: Can you come over to the shop? I didn’t have time to make breakfast, and I’ve kaiden here with me, hungry.

My love <3: I’ll be there in 15. Is McDonald’s okay?

Squishy Cal <3: It’s perfect.

Squishy Cal <3: Thank you princess <3

I went in the TV room and saw that Kaiden was watching cartoon. “Y/n will bring food in a little bit bud”. He looked up.

“Mommy?”  I nodded and he smiled. He leaned back on the black couch and kept watching TV.

I went into the tattooing room and washed my hands and put on a new pair of rubber gloves. I checked that I had my machines ready and grabbed a new needle. I stood in front of douche guy and opened the needle in front of him. He just looked at me while I sterilized the needle.

“Take off your shirt,” I told him, since in my agenda it said that he wanted a back piece.

“You’re not gay, are you?” He took off his shirt and waited for my reaction. He was buff, but nothing compared to me of course.

I smirked. “I’m not. And If I was, I wouldn’t be interested. So don’t worry” I cleaned his back and laid the stencil on him. “There,” I moved aside so he could look at the stencil placement on the wall-length mirror. “Is it okay there?”

He nods, no wanting to speak, apparently. Once he lays on the seat I start tattooing him, carefully following the lines of the stencil on his skin. He wanted an Aztec type of design, and while it looked complex, to was actually quite easy to do.

About 20 minutes in, I hear the door open. “I’ll be right there, just give me a minute!” I wiped off the guy’s skin, ready to get up and see who it was who had just walked in.

“Take you time, I’ll be with kaiden.” I heard Y/n’s voice and took a deep breath. I didn’t know if I was ready to see her, after last night.

I saw the guy turn is head, trying to get a glimpse of y/n and I chuckled and moved his head to rest against the seat. “Stop moving.”

“You’re very demanding.” He closed his eyes. “Was that your wife?”

Without thinking too much about it I answered him. “Yes.”

He chuckled, “Take care of that one. She’s good in bed.”

I stopped my movements and stared at the smirk growing on his face. “What did you say?”

“I said she’s good in bed.” He kept smirking. “Or on the couch, against the wall, on the floo-“

“How the fuck would you know?!” I had put the machine down and was having a hard time not beating the daylights out of him.

“Well, I was her first.” He cracked a devilish grin.

I stared, not believing him. I knew this! Y/n had told me that she lost her virginity to a guy named Joe. He was just trying to rile me up.

I took a deep breath and took the machine in my hand again. I kept working despite the thought swirling in my head.

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After about an hour, I was done and I could finally stop any contact with douche guy. I cleaned the tattoo one last time and started cleaning the equipment and disposing of the needed as he looked at his ink on the mirror.

“Looks good man” He said as he grabbed his shirt and started to put it on but I stopped him.

“I have to bandage it first” He groaned and I rolled my eyes. He did however, let me do my job.

After giving him the instructions on how to take care of his fresh tattoo, I walked over to the cash register and charged him. He gave me his card and I swiped it. Giving it back, I looked behind me and saw that y/n was cleaning the TV room.

“Leave that alone, I’ll do it later” I gave douche guy his receipt and smiled when I saw Y/n approach me. I wrapped my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “Thanks for feeding my kid” I chuckled.

Our kid” She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder, she looked ahead and stiffened.

I saw douche guy smirk. “y/n”

“J-Jungkook?”

That’s Jungkook right there  ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑

He’s from a Kpop band called “BTS”

ALSO: i’m not a tattoo artist, therefore all of the tattoo info in this chapter is based on what I saw on the show Ink Master and or through google.

Thank you so much for the feedback I’ve been getting!

Hope you like it, if you want part 4, just request it :).

The first person that requests part 4, will get an itty bitty spoiler ;) Only if it’s off-anon.

-Nat.

Never become too comfortable

I’ve been meaning to write this for a couple months now, but could never bring myself to it - Probably because I am disappointed in myself. I had a Tumblr before, but was perviously out’ed by someone who knew me on another SM platform, and I was a part of the SB IG community. Anyways, onto the post… I learnt this the hard way, and I don’t want anyone else to make the same mistake that I did. From February-June 2016, I had a vanilla BF, three sugar ‘BFs’, and was seeing other men as well. I was literally making over $20,000+ a month. If you want to know how I did it, lets just say, sometimes I had to go on 3+ dates a day. The worst part was pretending that I was hungry, meal after meal (LOL - three meals a day, back to back sucks). I met a man that I named “Oyster POT” from my IG posts (May 2016), and he was providing me $10,000 a month - it wasn’t easy, and he always wanted to talk, but that’s expected I guess. It was very time consuming and exhausting, so I dropped all the other SDs I was seeing. THAT IS WHERE I WENT WRONG, I became too comfortable! Fast-forward to November 2016, Oyster POT ended up being very ill, and he told me he can no longer support me. I already burned the bridges with the other sugar daddies. If I did not burn those bridges, the land developer BF would be proposing in a couple of months (we were together for nearly 2 years), and I would be set for life. The moral of the story is… never become too comfortable. As cliche as it sounds, people change, and things happen. Protect your ass. 

As we all know, humans are one of the most ever-changing things out there, therefore, business with humans may not be consistent. 

Stay

Request: can I get a sad imagine please?

Hope you like it!Xx


Denial.

She’s in denial.

She cant wrap the fact that her parents are gone around her head. When she got the news, she dropped everything. Every single feeling she should have been feeling, she wasn’t feeling.

She felt numb.

Her uncle flew from New York to L.A to be with her and take care of her. She was the only child after all.

He was worried about her though.

It’s been a month and all she’s done is take showers and brush her teeth, then crawl back into bed and stare at her wall. She would decline the food and drink  her uncle would offer by pushing the tray away or throwing away the food.

Her friend came by during that month.

“How is she?” She heard her friend ask her uncle. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see anyone or anyone to see her.

All she wanted was her parents.

“Hey,” she heard her friend say softly, like if he spoke any louder, she’ll break. “C'mon babe, you have to eat. "When he didn’t get a response, he sighed. "At least drink some water for me. ”

Nothing.

“We’re all worried about you,” he hesitated before saying, “Harry’s been asking me about you. ”

Harry.

Harry and Y/N go way back since sixth grade. Been friends for a year before they decided to try the relationship thing in seventh grade. They were doing great, held hands and hugged in middle school, kissed in high school. They lasted for six years before they broke things off during their senior year all because Carly, captain of the cheerleading team decided to kiss him in front of her and Harry not doing anything about it.

They also broke up because they were arguing more than they were talking and being all lovey Dovey like they used to before their relationship went downhill.

He still didn’t get a response or a head movement, nothing.

Before he could say anything else, the main entrance door slammed open against the wall and rapid footsteps were running up the stairs before a breathless Harry appeared on the door.

He looked at her uncle and started talking to him. “How is she?”

“She won’t eat, Harry. She’s unhealthy and unresponsive. She’s getting skinnier and paler and I’m worried sick. She hasn’t even shed a tear. "Her uncle exclaimed in a whisper.

Harry looked at the girl he loves and his heart broke into little little pieces. He was there when her cousin died three years ago and it wasn’t as bad as it is now. Yeah she cried a lot when her cousin died and didn’t speak to anyone for three days, but this was different. Her parents died.

"Can I..,” he cleared his throat and blinked the tears away. “Can I have a few minutes alone with her?” He asked her friend and uncle.

They both nodded and pressed a kiss to her temple and cheek before leaving the room, closing the door behind them.

Harry took off his shoes before crawling in behind her and wrapping his arms around her. He pressed a few kisses to the back of her neck before resting his cheek on her shoulder. She grabbed his hand that was wrapped around her chest and squeezed it before the first sob came out.

And then tears and gasps and more sobs.

He pulled her closer to him if that was possible and pressed more kisses to her neck and shoulder.

“I’m right here, baby. ’M right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here with you for as long as you need me to. ”

He cried with her and held her.

When her crying stopped and her breathing was back to normal, she turned around in his grasp and buried her face into his neck. He laid on his back and brought her on top of him so they could be more comfortable before she started speaking.

“The last thing I told them was that I hated them. "She whispered, a whimper escaping her lips. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and he pressed a hand to the back of her head, pressing a kiss to her temple. "They wouldn’t let me go to the college I wanted to go to so I told them I hated them. ”

“Oh, love,” he sighed, pressing another kiss to her temple. “I’m sure they know you didn’t mean it. They know that you love ‘em. ”

She shuffled and looked up at him with wide eyes and a pout. “Please stay with me. "She whispered.

He smiled and looked down at her and pressed a kiss to her nose. "Always stay with you no matter what, yeah? I love you,” he whispered.

She pushed herself up with her hands that rested on either side of Harry’s head and smiled down at him- a genuine smile. “I love you too. ’M sorry about Carly and how much of a h-”

“Sh,"he chuckled, "lets talk about that another time. Right now though,” he groaned when he rolled them over. He got of the bed and helped her off the bed. “We’re gonna go on a walk and then we’re gonna go eat some really juicy delicious hamburgers, yeah?”

Her smile faded and the blank look came back. She let go of Harry’s hands and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I do.. I don’t want to go anywhere, Harry. I’m not that hungry anyway. "She muttered, starting to crawl under the covers.

But he wouldn’t have that. He pulled the covers off of the bed and chucked them on the other side of the room.

"Harry!”

“I’m not going to let you starve yourself. ”

“’M no-”

“Yes you are! You’re skinny as a twig!”

“Does it make you love me less?”

“Wha…love, I’m just worried about you.”

She scoffed. “Great, the one person who I thought wouldn’t pity me, pities me. ”


“I never said anything about pitying you! My god…”

“Well, come back to me when your parents die and see if you want me to pity you!”


“Love, please just… can you at least come downstairs so you can eat?”

“I can’t harry. I just can’t. "She whispered, tears clouding her vision.

He sighed and sat next to her and grabbed her hand. "Why not?”

She looked at him. “Anywhere I go in this house, it’ll remind me of my parents. I don’t want to see them in pictures. I want them back, Harry. It’s been a month and I thought I’d get better, but I’m not. I.. I miss them. It’s like,” she clutched her chest and gasped for air. “It’s like part of me left. I didn’t think that the last time I saw them would be the last time cause you never think the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t. ”

He brought her temple to his lips and pressed a hard kiss, letting a few tears slip down his cheeks.

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore, Harry. Please take the pain away, just make it stop. Please. "She sobbed, clutching her chest.

He let out a sob and closed his eyes tightly. "I would in a millisecond, Y/N. ” he whispered against her temple. “But I can’t and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I can’t take away your pain. ”

Suddenly, she stood up and walked out of her room and down the stairs where her friend and uncle were. She walked past them and to the small hallway where there are family pictures before taking one of the wall and letting out a small sob before smashing it to the floor.

And she continued to do that until she reached the photos that were by the stairs. She lifted one up, but an arm stopped her and pried it out of her hands.

“Stop, don’t do that. "He whispered.

"The family in those pictures don’t exist anymore, Harry. It’s gone. They’re gone. I lost everything that mattered to me! I lost my cousin, I lost you and now my parents! They’re gone!”

He’s never seen her so..damaged and fragile and he wishes he could do something, but he can’t. All he can do is hold her until she’s calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

He carried her to her room and laid her down before crawling in with her. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m right here. Not going anywhere. Didn’t lose me. ”

“Please don’t leave,” he heard her mumble tiredly. He grabbed her hand and brought it up his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Never. ”

{ kingdom come }

pairing: polyhamilsquad x reader (john-centric)

prompt: none!

t/w: i don’t think there are any. it’s mostly fluff!

a/n: literally no one asked for this but i just really like small!john and you’ve seen a glimpse of how he acts in the past 2 chapters of five’s company. the proper thing for me to say is “i want to give you insight on how john is feeling/thinking because character development. wow!” but in reality, i just wanted to write some fluff with my precious baby

i write john with a bit of a little headspace so you’ll see a bit of those themes come out here!

also this title is lame but i was listening to kingdom come by the civil wars and it’s a nice song and kind of fitting for this.

enjoy!

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Alex figured John would be like this for a couple of days. If it lasted for more than a week then you would get worried.

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Nurse - Tyler Seguin (smut)

Requested by anon: omg ur smut is amazing!!! could I request a smut w maybe jamie benn or tyler seguin where he gets in a fight and then you take care of him?

A/N: I have to apologize for two things: one, I’m sorry it took so long; two, I’m sorry, I know that it isn’t great (not even okay). I hope that you don’t hate it.

Word count: 1265

Warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Swearing. Smut. Bathe me with holy water because this is filthy.

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Originally posted by schneiderforpresident

“Do you need anything from the kitchen?” I scream, opening the door of the freezer and leaving the now unfrozen pack on ice and grabbing a bag of frozen corn. We definitely need to get more ice packs; the amount of frozen food we waste on Tyler’s bruises is just ridiculous.

“A bottle of water, please.” I hear my boyfriend’s voice from the living room.

I open the fridge and get two bottles of water, using my hips to shut the door and I go back to my really bruised boyfriend. Tyler is laying on the couch, holding a bag of frozen peas against his cheek and petting Cash with his other hand.

“Shirt up, bad boy.” I command, wanting to look at his also bruised ribs. “He got you good.”

Tyler is not a physical player, so when he got into a fight it was pretty clear that it wasn’t going to end well for him. The game against the Washington Capitals had been heated since the first minute, both teams playing rough, lots of chirping involved… but when certified goon, Tom Wilson, dropped the gloves I didn’t expect Tyler to do the same. So here we are now, with my boyfriend lying on the couch with a nice cut on his cheek and a huge bruise on his ribs.

“How mad are you?” He asks, helping me to pull his shirt over his head to get a look at the purple area.  The bruise is almost pretty, different shades of purple and green coloring the area.

“I’m not mad.” I answer him, holding the bad of frozen food against his side. “I’m more worried than anything else.”

“I’m fine, doll.” He says, pressing a kiss on my cheek. “But I could get used to this.”

“Get used to what? Be used as a punching bag?” I wonder, reaching out to get the bag from his hand and get a look at his cheek. The doctor had applied butterfly stitches to the cut on his cheek, but that hasn’t prevented it from getting swollen and bruised.

“Uh huh.” Tyler shakes his head, rubbing circles on the skin of my thigh. “I could get used to have you as my sexy nurse.”

“Oh, so now I’m a nurse?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“MY nurse. MY own personal nurse.” He emphasizes the word ‘my’. “I’m very sick, you know.”

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Touchy Feely- Morgan Rielly

Originally posted by vanzish

A lot of Mo love lately which will please to no end! So here’s the second one in two days! Enjoy our lovable goofy Mo!

Warning: one bad word

Anon Request: Hi can you do a Morgan rielly one where he is just really touchy that day whatever you guys do he won’t like leave you alone always by you

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              Ok this was getting ridiculous.

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