let your vision blur

I Don’t Mean It (pt 9)

Taehyung ran as fast as his legs could take him, not worrying about who noticed him this late at night on the streets. He couldn’t believe how all these events had played off. He couldn’t believe he didn’t trust you, especially when you told him that you didn’t do it. The image you crying kept replaying in his head as he ran towards the building. He was suddenly scared to approach you. 

He thought back to the conversation you both had months and months ago. You both sat on the couch, while you had the TV on in the background as the two of you chatted. That was the first night that Taehyung realized he had fallen in love with you. The way he was so comfortable to open up with you and how you felt the same about him. It was like a connection he never felt before. 

He remembered you saying that you value trust as one of the single most important things in your life. And once that trust was broken, it would never be whole again. 

Not only did he probably break your trust, but he felt like he broke you too. He remembered the words he yelled at you, now realizing how hurtful they really must have been. 

As soon as Taehyung reached his building, he was waiting for the elevator with what little patience he had left. Seeing as you both lived on the 8th floors, he thought the elevator was his best bet but it seemed to be taking longer than usual. Just as he was about to start running up the stairs, the door belonging to the landlord on the first floor opened. 

Out came a rather old man and Taehyung knew he had to at least say hello, even though he wanted nothing more than to run up. 

“Oh hi there Taehyung…you look rather out of breath,” said the landlord

“Oh…haha yeah sort of” said Taehyung, awkwardly fiddling with his hands, waiting to be excused.

“Oh..you must have been helping your neighbor bring boxes down!” said the landlord. This caught Taehyung’s attention. 

“N-neighbor?” Taehyung asked.

“Oh yes! That lovely girl next door to you boys. She said she was moving soon” said the landlord.

Taehyung didn’t even say anything before he rushed up the stairs, knowing he had to stop you at all costs. He ran to your door and before he knocked, he tried to catch his breath and tried to think of what he was going to say to you. He knew earning your forgiveness was no easy task, but you would always forgive him in the end…right? You both had a few small arguments here and there but you had always forgiven him without much effort on his part. Would this time be any different?

Taehyung finally knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for you to open the door. While waiting, he thought back to all the times you opened the door for him with the biggest smile on your face. Was he wrong for wanting that again?

He could hear the door unlock and he let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Thankfully you were home. 

“You’re ear–” you said, but stopped as you finally saw who was at the door. You were expecting the movers to come by today, but you were surprised to see Taehyung at the door. You gulped, wondering if he had wanted to come to yell at you some more. 

“You..you’re moving?” Taehyung asked. He didn’t mean to start with that, but he couldn’t help himself when he noticed all the cardboard boxes that stood behind you.

You only stare at Taehyung, confused with the tone of his voice. You didn’t know what to say. “Y-yes” was all you could bring out.

“w-why?” he continued.

“I don’t have any reason to stay anymore” you said, tears starting to well up in your eyes again. Before he could say anything else, you tried closing the door on him, but he grabbed the door and pushed it back. He let himself in and you stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Y/N.. I’m so sorry” he said looking directly at you. His tone was guilt ridden. He almost couldn’t meet your eyes after noticing the tears, but he knew he had to stand his ground.

“For what exactly?” you say emotionless. If it weren’t for your tears, you could have been mistaken as a statue. 

“For..what I said before. I- I don’t know what I was thinking” Taehyung started, finally tearing away from your eyes as it was getting to much to take.

“You were thinking that I was some low-life scum who was only friends with you to make a few bucks” you said, finally letting the tears flow freely down your slightly rosy cheeks.

“No..I don’t think that of you. I didn’t mean it” Taehyung started pleading as he inched closer to you.

“No, you did mean it” You said, backing away when you noticed him trying to get closer to you.

“Y/N, please, i’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I did…I’m so sorry” Taehyung continued. His stomach started to turn when he thought that there was the chance that you didn’t forgive him this time around. “I heard my manager. He said he made the whole thing up to keep us apart, Y/N please….” he tried again.

You snickered back. “So…you only believe me now because you heard the truth from your manager….otherwise you still wouldn’t have taken my word. Am I right?” you said, with a sudden anger surging through your veins.

Taehyung thought about it for a while, and he knew that a part of what you said was true. He didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t do it, and he knew that he didn’t plan to hear you out either. But a part of him also wanted to keep on holding onto you, even if you had betrayed him.

When it took him a while to reply, you continued “I guess I have my answer….please leave” you said, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“No, Y/N please hear me out. Please, I’m begging you. Just forgive me this one time please? You’ve always forgiven me in the past, Y/N please” he pleaded, tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“You didn’t want to hear what I had to say, which I should do the same for you?” you asked as you glared back at him.

“I was dumb, Y/N you know me. I always make stupid mistakes, but you always found it in your heart to forgive me. Please, just this one last time, forgive me. I don’t want to lose you….There’s so much I wanted to tell you….” he said as his voice cracked a little at the last part.

You didn’t like seeing Taehyung like this. You always had wanted him to have that box smile on his face, and be the little ball of happiness that he was. But you didn’t know if you could ever be the same with him again. If he doubted you then, what’s to keep him from doubting you in the future? He broke your heart before you even had the chance of giving it all to him, before he even knew that it already belonged to him in the first place. Now, you were just trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, hoping that one day it will be like it was before. 

The eerie silence once again filled the room. Taehyung tried to walk to you again, hoping that he just had you in his arms, you could find it in yourself to forgive him. But you stuck your hand out, signaling him to stop.

“No. Leave.” you said firmly.

“Y/N…p-ple” he started

“LEAVE” you screamed back. You let out your sobs and fell to your knees, not having any more energy to continue.

Taehyung wanted nothing more than to run to you and hold you. To let you cry into his arms as he would probably cry back into yours. But he knew that you weren’t going to let him near you, even in your current position. He didn’t want to, but he walked out of your door, finally letting the tears fall. His vision blurred from the tears as he walked back to his own apartment, just a few feet down.

He walked into the silent and dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he already knew that it was just the boys looking for him. 

Eventually, the phone stopped buzzing after a few minutes and Taehyung plopped himself onto his bed, finally letting his own tears fall freely.

He just lost you. He lost the girl who he feel so deeply in love with. He didn’t even have the chance to tell you how much you meant to him, or how much he wanted to make you his. Instead, he took the heart he wanted to badly and broke it. He didn’t know why chose to believe his manager’s lies, because deep down he knew you would never do something like that. But it scared him nonetheless. He thought that if his manager was right, then he would end up hurting. So he hurt you instead.

And now here you both were, lonely, in pain, and broken.

A/N: So like…The series is not over. For those of you guys who like pure angst, and don’t want a happy ending, then I suggest you stop here. In the future part(s), I’m writing with the intention of a happy ending. Do y’all want part 10? What do you think is going to happen to Y/n and Tae?! Let me know~ I love hearing from y’all. The support I’ve gotten from this one series has been amazing and it’s been so much fun writing for you guys. Part 1 has reached over 1.8k notes and I’m still in awe. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

I’ll Be Good - Part 21

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 20 -  Part 22 (End)

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You’re caught out during the rescue attempt and have to make a difficult decision that could cost you everything.

Warnings: swearing, violence

Word Count: 2848

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! It ended up being harder than I thought… Angsty fluff is still fluff and it’s hard for me with this series to find fluff that doesn’t feel over the top with these characters. Hopefully it’s okay. Only one more after this!!! EEP!

Originally posted by khalblogo

“Y/N! You made it,” the Commander grinned at you from his place on the rooftop near the helipad. Your heart thundered in your chest, sending blood rushing in your ears at a deafening volume, you must have looked brittle and deathly pale, but you held your rifle steady, aimed with your normal fatal precision at his heart. “Did you bring your soldier this time, like we discussed.”

“He’s not here,” you fired back without a second of thought, your voice flat but stronger than you’d expected.

“Oh no point in lying to me, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “Of course he is.” A searing red streak drew your attention overhead. Tony. The Commander’s gaze followed the same trajectory as yours, watching the bright red suit sail closer and closer. “Though, I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting all of the Power Rangers.”

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How to "survive" a funeral without empathy

Wear glasses if you can and anything else that hides your face except for your own hair. This will make you look less approachable and help you hide your lack of reaction.
Keep your shoulders hanging and look on the ground, if someone wants to “connect” with you, tell them, that you need a moment to yourself or ask where the toilet is and leave.
Keep your eyes open, after about seven seconds their should be tears forming in them.
This will need practise as there are muscles involved you might not control or use at all usually. It will be easier if you focuse on something far away and concentrate on not letting your vision blur.
While your begin to cry “think sad thoughts” such as “They will kill me”. Later on you can return to that line of thought and use it as a trigger.
4.Talking to “kinsmen”
Instead of lieing you can say “I don’t know what to say”, “I can’t even imagine how difficult that must be for you”, “I don’t know if there is a way I can make you feel better, but you should know I am here, okay?”. It might not only be more convincing, but you can also make a game out of it, to keep yourself from being to bored.
At the end remember not to talk too much. People will write it off as sadness and leave you alone anyways.
5.Plan beforehand
Depending on how “close” you were to the dead person, you can plan different things. For example you can bring lots of roses and hand one to each person that attends the funeral. It will keep them from hugging you, make you look busy and offer you an excuse to flee someone’s company.

Good Morning, Sunshine

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) x Reader

Request:  “wade wilson/reader fluffy morning sex ?”

A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s five fics. Sorry for blowing up your dash.

You hated mornings.

As a somewhat functioning adult living in the daily grind, you knew early mornings were a requirement to have some kind of income. Before you met Wade, that’s all there really was: the daily grind. Since he walked into your life over a year ago, there’s certainly been some excitement added. He’s made so many of the things you hated, fun. You were convinced that it was impossible for him to make mornings anything better than average.

Wade, being the devious shit he was, decided he could do a lot better than average. So, naturally, he woke you up over an hour before your alarm was set to go off. Needless to say, you were less than pleased.

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Perfect Perfidy

ANGST JUMIN X READER. I pantsed this story pls forgive my sad trash soul.

You hop out of the cab and walk into the large apartment building after paying the driver, for some reason when you had texted Driver Kim to come pick you up he had responded with a text saying he had orders from Mr.Han and could not pick you up. You were confused since Jumin knew you were visiting your parents’ house and needed a ride but you dismissed it and called a cab, deciding to ask Jumin what had happened while you were gone.

You got into the elevator and scanned the penthouse access card, jabbing the highest level with your thumb, in a hurry to go home and meet Jumin after a long day and share a peaceful glass of wine with your love. The elevator door dinged and opened, serving as the front door of your shared penthouse. Instead of normally announcing your arrival like you normally would, you decided to give him a ‘surprise’ instead. You smirked as you walked in quietly after slipping off your black pumps and placing your handbag on the kitchen counter and walked towards his home study only to find the light wasn’t switched on. You furrowed your brows and walked to the main bedroom, you heard a faint groan as you neared the door and … panting?

You sped up in fear that Jumin was in pain and hurt but a light blush covered your face when the thought of him … relieving himself, crossed your mind. You slowly opened the door and your heart sunk as your hand flew up to stop the gasp that was about the escape from your mouth, you stood there silently, as if you were waiting for the scene before you to just disappear, hoping it was just a trick of your eyes but deep down you knew it was real and that you were torturing yourself as you watched, your soulmate, your lover, your husband, Jumin with another woman in the bed you two had previously shared together.

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, you let out a choked sob on accident when you saw her roll her head back in bliss, the bliss that Jumin was giving her. They both snapped their heads toward you once you had made your presence known.

“Juju, who is she?” the woman under Jumin asked, however, her question was answered with silence.

You stared at Jumin and he stared back, however it was hard to specify his expression because of your crying which blurred everything out so you angrily wiped at your eyes with your sleeves and tried to calm yourself down before looking at him again. He looked shocked and guilty, his mouth hanging open and completely unaware that the girl he was screwing crawled out and was redressing herself, you let out a shaky sigh and closed the door and ran out of their like your life was on the line, because you knew, if he called you, you would break.

You paused for a moment as you looked at the ring on your finger, you scoffed and painfully yanked it off your finger and slammed it down on the kitchen counter, grabbing your handbag and slipping your shoes back on and running into the elevator without a second thought as to where you would go or how you would get there, you jabbed your thumb on the carpark button and watched as the doors closed just as you heard him scream your name.

As soon as the doors closed your legs felt like jelly but you didn’t let yourself collapse, you brought out your phone and texted Zen.

I’m coming over, sorry”

Instead of waiting for a reply you switched your phone off and tossed it in your bag, you didn’t want Seven tracking you and you didn’t want to be reminded of Jumin if he called or texted you. You knew you couldn’t go to your mothers as you had just visited and assured her everything was fine, you didn’t know where Seven lived, Jaehee was already stressed as is and Yoosung is still in college, much too young to worry about things like this. Besides Zen was a close friend and you trusted him with your life.

When the doors opened to the carpark you spotted Driver Kim and ran over to him banging harshly against his window, he jumped in fright but when he realised it was just you, he rolled the window down.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what Jumin ordered you to do, I need you to take me Zen’s apartment, now”

Driver Kim nodded and started up the car as you hopped in, grateful he ignored however kind of mess you looked like right now. As you sat there in silence you allowed yourself to cry after sliding the partition up, you wished you could forget what happened, what you saw, but your life revolved around him,  even this flaming car smelt like him.

Your throat seized up as you cried only allowing a loud gasp to pass through once in a while as your lungs burned for air, your eyes swollen from irritation of you repeatedly wiping them and your legs and fingers quivering the entire duration of the ride.

You were a mess.

You felt the car come to a halt and lowered to partition.

“Thank you for the ride and please, I beg you, do not under any circumstances, tell that fucker Jumin where I am" 

With that, you waved Driver Kim goodbye and stepped out of the car before watching him drive off. You turned around to walk into the building but you were already greeted with a soft hug with who you guessed was Zen. His tight embrace triggered your break down and you leaned against him, melting into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest to muffle your cries. He stroked your hair silently as he rests his chin on top of your head for a couple of minutes before pulling away to look at you, you really wish he hadn’t.

"We should go inside babe, you can tell me all about it tomorrow ok? Did you eat?”

You nodded your head when in fact you haven’t eaten dinner yet, you had lunch at mums and left hers around 5 because you wanted to eat dinner with Jumin but you didn’t really feel hungry. As Zen led you inside, punching in the passcode for his door, you checked your wrist watch, it was almost 7 and you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.

You and Zen walked in and you were engulfed with warmth, his home smelt like Zen’s cologne, which wasn’t a surprise since he was the only one who lived here. You slipped your shoes off as Zen walked off and you put your bag down as he came back with a towel and a pile of clothes.

“You can borrow my clothes for now and the shower is just down the hall, I’ll sleep on the couch too” Zen instructed, you thanked him and walked into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as you stripped down, putting your hair up into a bun and stepped into the shower. 

It felt weird to use another man’s body wash but you were too tired to care. You tried to wash away your painful feelings as much as you could until you noticed your pruned fingers, you shut off the water and dried yourself off, accidentally looking in the mirror, it was still slightly foggy but that couldn’t hide your swollen eyes and tired face, despite feeling fresh after a long shower. You sighed and put the clothes on, ditching the track pants because they were too big and Zen’s shirt was practically a dress which hid his soft boxers that you wore underneath.

You walked out of the bathroom as you took you hair out of its up-do and spotted Zen sitting on the couch drinking a can of beer and reading what looked like a script. A thought crossed your mind as you looked at his beer and are reminded of the clenching pain in your chest and anxious feeling in your stomach, you wanted to know what it felt like to drink your feelings away, find out if you really can forget the pain of today.

Zen had noticed your gaze on his drink as you were standing there for some time, at first when he saw you he had blushed, struggling to keep the beast at bay, but when he saw your face his own expressed one of concern. He got up and walked to the fridge grabbing a can of beer and handing it to you.

“Here have one, you’ll feel more at ease”

You grabbed the can after nodding your head in thanks and took a big gulp, the alcohol burned your throat but you liked it this time around, last time you had alcohol was with Jumin and you were drunk and reckless after three glasses of wine, after that fiasco he had banned you from any alcoholic beverages.

You sat down on the couch silently staring into nothing as Zen read his script, his company more comforting than small talk. The more you drank and the more you sat there in silence your mind began to wander, depressing thoughts filled your head as you tried to think of possible reasons why Jumin would do that to you, you knew that you were just a commoner and he was from a world of elites, the two of you were never meant to be, but you couldn’t figure out where you went wrong or when he started showing signs of malcontent.

You sighed as one drink turned into three and three turned into five, you were too tired to cry over this anymore, your eyes were sore and your throat felt scratchy and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You looked over at Zen as he read his script sometimes mouthing the words, his brows were scrunched up in concentration trying to memorise each word, you leant back as you watched him, he was a refreshing sight for you since he wasn’t an elite, you smiled as you felt your senses dim and the feeling of sleep cloak over you.

Zen checked the time on his phone ignoring all the calls and texts he had gotten from the RFA, it was nearing midnight. He looked over at you and found you asleep with your mouth hanging slightly open and smirked as an idea came to him, he opened the camera app on his phone and snapped a couple photos of you laughing as he did, as soon as he was done he picked you up and plopped you onto the bed.

“Jumin? Your hair looks kinda white”

Zen flicked his eyes back to you in surprise, you had grabbed his hand while half asleep thinking he was Jumin and pulled him into the bed with you.

“Can you sleep with me Jumin? You’re warm and I feel cold” you muttered.

Zens heart ached as you said his name again and sighed in frustration as he let you snuggle up to him, clinging to him like a koala would do to a tree. How did Mista trust find kid he manage to steal you away from him even in your sleep, his bed and his house? He scoffed before looking down at you, your face looked peaceful as you slept on his chest, a stark contrast from a couple hours earlier.

He turned on his side and draped an arm around your waist pulling you close, he knew this wasn’t the right thing to do when you were at your worst, it was obvious something major had happened, but he was going to ask you about it tomorrow and to his defence, you had confused him for Jumin, yanked him into the bed and clung to him like a lost child. Just this once he wanted to hold you close while he had the chance. 

He fell asleep holding you close, trying to shield you away from the horrors of the world even in his sleep.

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Please Trust Me ~ Part 3

Summary:  A requested imagine about Tyler trying to figure out if you are to be trusted because you started dating Josh.

Warnings: Panic Attack, emotional AF

Ratings: PG, not even a single swear word

A/N: Hey, sorry I’ve been away just been emotional, sad, tired and just an overall mess. The 1000 followers special is coming soon ahh and lthe last lot of requests..

Read the rest: Part one Part Two

Tag List: @marrsox @littlemrsbeliever @b0rky 

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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: There is no actual plot, just check the warnings.
Words Count: 1.2k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT - (no penetration)
Warnings: Dirty talk, fingering and mutual masturbation.

Originally posted by daisyjm75

Your naked bodies sitting on the comfortable mattress, your pants and grunts filled the air and the melody emitting from your bedroom could’ve sounded obscene to some innocent ears. The game was supposed to be simple, pleasing yourself by watching him while he was doing the same, yet your frustration grew by the seconds even if you took care of your pussy.

As your fingers kept going on your clit, rubbing, your free fingertips danced on your skin. They trailed down your collarbone to one of your nipple and played with it. Suggestively trapping your lower lip between your teeth, Chris watched intently, enjoying the show and licked his plumped lips as he applied the same treatment to his big hard cock.

“Chris, I need more,” you mewled, giving him your best and sexiest aroused gaze.

“What do you want, beautiful? Tell me.” He growled, eyes darkened with lust, his orbs couldn’t leave you at this moment.

“I want you to fuck me so hard. I want your cock inside my pussy now,” you spread your legs wider, facing him as his mouth mumbled curses on how hot you looked like this

“Patience, Y/N and you’ll get rewarded.” He fixed the rule and you groaned.

You cupped your breast and tugged on, taut peak hardening at the sight of his shaft so big that you wanted to suck so badly and you increased your movement on your inner flower.

“Baby, please,” your whine was covered by a whimper, your fingers circling your clit in slow motions. “Just touch me… anything!”

“Relax, we can enjoy ourselves together later,” Chris from the other side of the bed, stroked his length at rather same speed and after long minutes of masturbation without any caresses, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Chris, I swear if you don’t do something right now, I’m going to leave this bedroom and you can forget sex with me because it won’t happen again!” You cried in frustration and despite the darkness of the room, you could notice your boyfriend’s eyes widening.

“Oh, yeah?” Chris arched a brow, challenging your limits and you sighed.

You removed your fingers from your wetness and approached him, taking his hand out of his cock to place your legs on either side of his, sitting on his lap. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.


You kissed his thick lips, tongues swirling passionately, almost with anger and you nibbled his bottom lip between your teeth, releasing a low groan from his throat. Your fingers wandered on the bed and you grabbed the lube to pour a generous amount on your palm.

Settled down, you kept him in your hand and caressed him slowly as his hands placed themselves on your hips. Applying more pressure on his the tip, you used his pre-come to move up and down harder, and your boyfriend’s head fell backwards as he grunted at length. The simple beauty of his face at this moment had bewitched you and your mouth found his in a kiss that mimicked your heated moment.

Fuck, Y/N,” your boyfriend gave a harsh squeeze to your butt and his fingers ran along your slit, teasing your wet folds and he finally pressed a thumb to your clit, rubbing it.

His digits created a path up to your entrance and his teeth traveled down to your breasts eagerly, nibbling your nipples for longer while two of his fingers cascaded to your soaked pussy, exciting your clit as you slid the skin of his shaft more energetically in your fist.

"Chris,” you breathed out against his beard and the actor smiled smugly, his arm wrapped around your waist to bring you closer to his torso and the feel of his chest hair against your breast had your peak taut hardening.

Your mouths parted, your wet tongues searched for each other, touched, caressed and intertwined in a battle that none of you wanted to lose. Your tongues danced together to the music of your panting breaths and your unveiled groans, moans that were the only audible sounds in your house.

Oh fuck, Chris. How can you make me so wet?” You cooed, hips thrusting to create more friction on your clit and he immediately introduced two fingers inside you, telling you to ride it.

“What I know is I’ve never been so hard before, sweetheart,” he sighed against your neck and peppered kisses on your skin. His lips reached your sweet spot and sucked a bruise, leaving you like a real mess as the feel of his cock in your fist brought him to paradise.

“Years ago if I had imagined the things we would do when we first met,” you panted and his low chuckle sent a new wave of pleasure to your core, his fingers pumping up and down.

Chris watched your face carefully drawing out the ecstasy of your hand motions on each other. Your breathing became more and more jerky; you almost tended to leave his shaft to abandon yourself to the bliss his wise touches gave you, but the dark gaze he locked on your eyes told you otherwise.

With a free hand, you rolled his balls between your fingers and his went down to knead your booty. For longer, your hand pumped along his hard cock and your boyfriend worked harder his fingers inside you as his thumb drew circles on your rose bud.

Glued against his chest, you could feel your hearts beating faster and the animalistic sounds leaving you. You couldn’t give your attentions anywhere else as your surfaces shuddered, feeling each other’s warm breath and sighs dying on you.

“Will you come for me, Y/N?” Chris suggested in a hot tone, sensing the orgasm making its way to you as you kept clenching around his curled digits and you surrendered.

No more words being said, you let out an enormous moan as your vision blurred, your muscles tensed and you reached your climax. Your head fell on Chris’ shoulder and your strokes became sloppy, increasing as he twitched. You kept going until he reached his own peak and he released a heavy breath calling out your name as powerful and uninterrupted spill of his come gushed out of his vibrating cock to smear your lower abdomen.

Both exhaling deeply and coming down from your high, Chris eventually withdrew his digits from your wet folds and lapped them clean, humming a light moan of approval.

“Next time, you want to do this,” you breathed after kissing his shoulder. “I’ll tie you up and ride you so slowly that you’ll beg me to have the best orgasm I will ever give you.”

“Is that a threat?” He kicked an eyebrow and you shrugged, a smirk curling your lips. Never in bed had you ever been commanding, but this session gave you an obvious boost of bedroom confidence.

The same mischievous expression on your face, you looked down and collected a part of his precious warm nectar between your fingers that you brought to your mouth and your tongue licked them until the last drop of come.

“Hmm,” you moaned out, closing your eyes and your boyfriend was abruptly speechless in front of you, watching in arousal with his lips parted.

“Fuck,” Chris gasped and pinned you to the mattress, settling his head between your legs.


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He lured you here.

Not intentionally, but still. With those eyes seemingly darker than any other. Those pink full lips that curled gorgeously over his teeth when he smiled. And those hands, every time he rubbed them together made you imagine what it would feel like to have them on you.

You blinked out of your trance realizing you were thinking about him way too much again. You looked around the large dancehall watching everybody move to the pounding beat. The DJ was shouting into the mic, hyping everyone up as he kept the music going.

Sighing, you dropped your chin into the palm of your hand as you sat idly by yourself in the lounge seat and stared out into the large crowd. Your friends that you came here with were somewhere in there having there fun without you. You came here for a purpose anyway which you were searching for in this club.

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The bridge - Dean x Reader

Request:  An imagine where a witch throw the reader by a bridge? Dean catches her in time, and they are hanging off the edge? The witch starts pushing Dean and he has to decide to let the reader fall and save himself or fall with her and dying? Angst please!! 

A/N: This one was a request for an imagine, but it became a little longer than planned, and there might be a part 2 in the future, so I turned it into a one-shot for the moment. The gifs and the pics used don’t belong to me, I found them with google images. English isn’t my native language, so apologies in advance for any mistakes.  @kbrand0 @mrswhozeewhatsis @dashing-through-the-nope @getyourrocksalt

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, and more angst.

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another world pt. 6

Originally posted by jaehynu

pairing: johnny x reader
genre: walking dead!au
summary: Who knew gun firing could be so romantic?
warnings: none

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You woke up to a bright ray of sunlight, and smell of pancakes.

It’d been so long, too long since the last time you had anything close to the delicacy, but you’d never forget the smell of them. 

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@gillianders0n :)

Description: based on the song ‘Endlessly’ by The Cabs. Bucky makes a quick decision that will change both of your lives :3

Sorry it took so long!!!!


Originally posted by natinhas

Bucky held your hand as you walked back to your apartment from the restaurant. 

No matter how many times he’d held it, he still loved the feeling of your smaller hand in his. It felt as though the contact was a physical bond that couldn’t be broken, that you couldn’t be torn apart as long as you held hands. He knew it was silly but it brought him comfort and reassurance, so whenever he got the chance he would reach over and hold hands with you, usually entwinning his fingers with yours. 

Sometimes it wasn’t always the oputune moment to start hand holding, especially when he was driving, or taking out hydra agents on missions, but you didn’t have the heart to let go when it brought him so much comfort.

“I love holding your hand.” He spoke up, swinging your hands a little.

You chuckled, “I noticed.” You leant over and kissed his clothed shoulder quickly. “I love holding your hand too.”

He smiled at you, dimples appearing in his stubbled cheeks.

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Scrying on the Cheap

I often see a lot of posts about scrying, and how it involves black mirrors, or oil on water with a candle or something similar. But technically, you don’t necessarily need these things to divine for images or information. I’ve found over the years that many locations (esp your house) has everything you’d need to scry on the cheap or on the DL.

Here are some things I’ve used to scry over the years-

Wood paneling or wood laminate flooring. Nothing like sitting in a chair and staring off at your ugly 40 year old walls and finding images hidden in them.

Marble flooring, or any stone flooring or repetitive laminate/vinyl flooring. I like to stare off while  i’m taking a shit and see what images I can find.

Carpeting- the higher the pile, the better. I like stuff that has a lot of unevenness in the texture, because then I can form symbols as I stare off. Office carpeting and high traffic carpeting suck for this, fyi.

Popcorn ceilings are my absolute favorites for seeing stuff. Maybe only second to textured walls (which are standard down here in AZ). For even more fun, add a ceiling fan to the mix.

The method for using these things is not much different from traditional scrying. Loosen your vision, stare off and let things sorta blur. See what you see- sometimes you’ll see all sorts of stuff, sometimes you won’t. Think of it like finding pictures in the clouds. Don’t be afraid to mess with the lighting- low light vs. brighter light. And sometimes I find that doing this while half asleep produces a better result, because then I’m not overthinking what I’m looking at, or what I’m seeing. 

But the best part for all of these is that they’re easy to find and basically free to use. Any generally textured surface will work in my experience, so feel free to try other stuff that’s not listed above.

Stuff. Things. idk how to end this.


Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader
Prompt: @scarletraine requested 38 “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” and 27 “I’m Pregnant.”
Wordcount: 1,450
Warnings: nope, though I think Graves himself should come with a warning.

A/N: Yeah I feel like this is kinda rubbish, idk but I’m sorry. I should’ve been revising but instead I am trash so I wrote this. Also thank you to everyone else who has sent me prompts/requests. I am working my way through them (slowly) but my exams start on monday so I may need a week off. But after this next week I will be back with a vengeance

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moonlightharrys  asked:

ooh do number 86?

Here you go love :) Prompt was “You said you’d never leave, no matter how hard things got.” Enjoy xo

Juggling the bags of groceries in your hands, you turned the key and shoved the door open with your knee. Not bothering to close it behind you, you made it to the kitchen without dropping the bags until you reached the counter. That was when the tears began to fall. You rested your hands on the countertop while your vision blurred as you let it all out. Your entire body shook with sobs. You couldn’t do this anymore.

You suddenly heard a sound, causing you to stand up straight and wipe your eyes. But you quickly realized it was just something outside, a neighbor mowing his lawn, or perhaps the postal carrier. Remembering that you’d left the front door open, you walked over to shut it, turning the lock. You leaned against the closed door, your shoulders still shaking and your heart pounding in your chest.

“Stop crying,” you told yourself, wiping your soaked cheek with the back of your hand.

You returned to the kitchen to unload the groceries. As you put the vegetables in the refrigerator, you secretly wondered if they would go bad after you left.

After you left…

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Should Have Knocked First|| Liam Dunbar SMUT (REQUESTED)

Anonymous: Heeyy you️. Omg I love your blog so much🙌🏼. Okey hmm can you do a Liam Dunbar smut? Like he’s on his bed with his Mac and he’s watching porn and he’s really reeeeaally hot and the reader, who is his best friend come to his house and see him masturbating himself and he sees her and omfg have rough sex and he makes her cum like 3 times?🙊. Love u❤️

A/n: let’s just say Liam isn’t innocent in this imagine. DON’T READ THIS IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT SEX IS! (OR UR 13 SKIP THIS)

WARNINGS: sex, rough sex, masturbating, SEXUAL CONTENT

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You were already running late, like you always do…


Liam grabbed his laptop and sat on his bed, lately he has been having these sexual dreams about you and him and since you are running late, he thought he would masturbate. He logged into his mac, going onto a porn site he normally goes onto, clicking onto a video. He pulled his boxers down, revealing his erection, his hands grabbed the shaft of his dick, he started to move his hands sliding up and down on his erection, he bite his lip as he started to feel a sensation, completely unaware that you were finally here ….

“Liam I’m finally here” you groaned, walking up the stairs that lead to his room. You opened the door completely unaware of his current state “okay sorry I’m late, but I have a good reason, I was getting movies and popcorn and oh-my-god, your naked and wanking yourself” you rambled, dropping your bag, your eyes looking anywhere but his, “(y/n)” Liam said, standing up quickly and walking up to you, his hand grabbed your chin, as he pulled it up roughly, “I think you should be punished, for not knocking first” he said, shaking his head, his lips crashed on yours roughly, taking you by surprise, he pulled away, “Liam what are you doing?” you asked, breathing heavily , “you’re so hot” he whispered seductively, “are you high?’ you asked, completely oblivious to his lustful eyes, “high for you” Liam said, as he grabbed you and chucked you on his bed “ow Liam” you whined, looking up at him as he put all his weight onto your body, his lips crashed down on yours roughly, “mph” you said, Liam’s teeth grabbed your bottom lip, tugging roughly on it, making you gasp, he took that as an advantage , slipping his tongue into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist roughly, holding you down on his bed, his mouth left yours, his lips trailed wet kisses down towards your neck, making you throw it back “Liam” you moaned out, making him smirk against your skin, his hands ripped your shirt open, making you groan, “Liam you could of just taken it off” you said, Liam didn’t reply as he ripped off your bra, as well as your pants and undies, “Liam” you yelled, his mouth latched onto your boob, sucking it harshly, you bit into your lip hard, as your hands gripped his hair, making him growl, his erection pressed against your core making you close your eyes shut, his mouth finally left your boob, you felt him push into you fast, making you let out a squeal, your eyes shot open to see his eyes full of lust and something else. “Liam” you gasped, gripping his biceps tightly, “good you feel amazing around me” he whispered into your ear, fastening his pace, going harder. “Oh, Liam, yes” you moaned out, your head hitting his pillow, “cum baby, cum” Liam growled out, making you squeeze your eyes shut, “Liam” you moaned, reaching your orgasm, thinking he was going to reach his, but he didn’t, he kept on penetrating in and out of you, going rougher, “Liam stop, oh god, im going to orgasm again” you moaned out, making Liam increase his speed even more, “that’s the plan babe” he moaned out, gripping the sheets. Your hands gripped his sides, as you felt a tingling feeling again, you let out a loud moan, as it came, making your vision blur slightly, “Oh god if you keep going I’m going to cum again” you gasped out, clearly out of breathe, “good, threes a charm” Liam said, thrusting into you deep, “like seriously Liam, I’m starting to feel dizzy and-” you tried to say, but you were cut off by Liam’s sharp thrust, “and I feel like im going to orgasm again” you said, trying to focus on his eyes, but your vision was blurred, “god Liam” you moaned out, your voice was hoarse, your grip on his  waist loosened, you started to feel that sensation again, but Liam was in his own sensation to realise you were orgasming. He let out a loud moan, as he climaxed in you, your vision started to black out, as soon as he pulled out of you.

“That was amazing” Liam gasped out, looking at you, his face went from happy to concern, “(y/n), are you dead?” he asked, sitting up on his elbows, he listened to your heart, he let out a breath as he heard it beat. He pulled the blanket over you, pulling you close to him, his lips pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, “I guess we can talk about this tomorrow” he said, smiling widely…..

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Mondays (Taeyong smut) is

It was Monday, the worst day of the week since you, of all people always had the worst of luck. You thought you where cursed for not picking up the phone when your mom called you. Today your boss yelled at you for something your co-worker did, Your piping hot coffee spilt on your bare legs causing a huge red mark to appear on your leg, and to top things. You had gotten your hair done the day before, and it rained so hard it was like the tears of fangirls when they see their bias body roll shirtless, but you not having an umbrella your hair was soaked. You basically wanted to cry by the time you came home. You were angry and stressed out about how horrible your day was. Walking into your living room you Saw Your boyfriend Taeyong; Lying on the couch with no shirt on. You instantly blushed seeing his well sculpted chocolate abs. He looked at you through half lidded eyes as if you were a piece of chicken. “How was your day babygirl?” Your cheeks instantly turned as red as a tomato; Taeyong only called you Babygirl when he was horny. He always had random urges that lasted for a long period of time. You never knew why he was like this, but you didn’t complain. “My day was horrible thank you very much.” you said as you walked towards Taeyong bending over giving him a light peck on the cheek, but before you could get up he quickly pulled you down. your face was on his chest and your legs were dangling uncomfortably off the couch. ‘What the hell is he doing’ you thought to yourself. “Tell daddy your problems.” He said huskily while gently stroking your wet hair. “Well lets just say I’m having the worst of luck. My HAIR! I got it done yesterday and now its soaked!” you said angrily. “I’m really stressed and I just wanna relax for a little.” you drew little circles around his abs as you spoke. “Daddy can help you with your stress,“ you didn’t even have time to question what he meant. Taeyong got and picked you up carrying you to your bedroom laying you down on the king sized bed. You looked up at Taeyong who was looking deep into your eyes analyzing your expressions. Without thinking, You got up from the bed not letting him do anything…Yet. Taeyong stood there confused and irritated by your sudden actions he expected the usual routine of just having sex and going on with his life normally, but this, this surprised him snapping him out of his sexual high. You walk away hoping to get a good reaction from him, and you did. Teasing taeyong made you feel like you were the one in control. He grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the wall. “No, no, no babygirl. That’s not how we do things around here.” Taeyong trailed kisses on your neck making his way down to your thy; sucking and biting hardly. he left violet marks down your body. You moaned softly as you felt his breath on your thigh. He snaked his hands up your leg his fingers hooking into your underwear, roughly pulling them down your legs he started kissing up your thighs. He took off the rest of your clothes leaving you completely exposed. Suddenly, You let out a loud moan as his tongue did magic to your clit. You were backed against the wall flushed as he ate you out. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder giving him better access to your womanhood. You grabbed his hair encouraging him to go on. “Fuck! I’m close~” you moaned out loud as you felt yourself getting closer, he wasted no time in covering every part of you with his tongue, your fingers shakily threading through his hair he hummed against your clit, the vibration sending your nerves into knots as you arched your back to feel even more of him. Your body tensed and you let a really loud moan as you came. Your vision blurred and you jerked uncontrollably. You panted heavily and you were picked up once again and placed on the bed. Taeyong took your wrist in his hand and placed them above your head. “You won’t run away from me this time.” He smirked and removed his boxers and revealed his member he positioned himself at your entrance and leaned in to kiss you as he pushed himself into you violently. You gasped out loud by the sudden action. After a few seconds your moans and the lewd noises of sex fill the room. “Fuck, Babygirl you feel good” he moaned breathlessly. You felt yourself near your edge for the second time that night. Your walls tightened around taeyongs member as you felt yourself come. Soon after taeyong came releasing himself inside of you. He pulled out of you and laid next to you. The sound of both of you panting was the only thing that can be heard. “I guess you can say that your Mondays aren’t that bad; Now can you?” He said laughing. “Shut up” you giggled. “My hair is still ruined.” (Idk why I would ever take the time to write such trash but this story is pretty dank) -Admin J

Originally posted by nkmto

Unlikely Hero

Fandom: Marvel/Deadpool 

Character: Wade Wilson 

Reader Gender: Female 

Summary: When you and Wade end up in some deep shit, you didn’t expect the situation to end up how it did. 

Warnings: Swearing, Violence 

Word Count: 1844 


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Headlights (Gray)

Requested by fakedith 

Full prompt: “We need to get him to the hospital… Now.” + “Keep your eyes open.” + “You gotta wake up for me. Please.”

A/N: This was supposed to be short, but oh well lol ;)

Originally posted by oppasbitsh

    “Today is a good day,” Kiseok revelled as the three of you walked out of the bar after celebrating their team’s Show Me the Money 5 victory.

    You nodded in agreement and Sunghwa added, “Yeah, but I think it’s tomorrow now.”

    Kiseok scowled at him. “You get my point.”

    “That’s why I agreed,” Sunghwa said, elbowing Kiseok playfully.

    You laughed, slipping your hand into Sunghwa’s. “You two are like an old married couple.”

    “No we aren’t!” they both said in unison.

    “Besides,” Sunghwa continued. “What about you and me? We’re the only ones with any potential to be an old married couple.”

    “Did you just propose to me?” you asked, though you hadn’t taken him seriously at all knowing he was rather drunk and his general point was right anyway.

    “No!” he exclaimed. “I just, um… Sorry.”

    You laughed. “It’s fine. I’m just teasing you, babe.”

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1. “That’s the problem, I don’t want to hate you. Because if I hate you then I’ll have nothing left.”
3. “If you love me, then why are you leaving?”
5. “Everything hurt.”

Requested by 3 different anons.

I thought these would work well together! Xx

Stefan Salvatore X Reader


“I’m sorry Y/N.” Stefan’s voice was low, almost in a whisper.

It caused a shiver to ripple up your spine as his words played in your head like a broken record. You tried to fight your eyes from tearing, but the pain grew and you couldn’t hold it any longer.

“So this whole time, you never really loved me, did you?” You muttered, stomach churning.

He furrowed his brows as he took a step to you. “Y/N, I am deeply in love with you. I would do anything for you.”

You couldn’t believe what you heard. “If you love me, then why are you leaving? Why are you doing this to me?” Your voice cracked at the last word, making you breathe out a soft whimper.

He hated seeing you so upset. Knowing that you were hurting. And though he wanted nothing more than to pull you into him, he couldn’t. “I-I can’t stay.”

“Why!” You yelped. Anger now boiling inside of you.

Stefan pursed his lips, as he took in a long deep breath. “Because I can’t have anything happen to you. Ok? When You almost died-” he paused swallowing hard as the memory of you flooded his mind, making him cringe. “It hurt! Everything hurt! And I can’t lose you.”

You shook your head, gently placing your hand on his cold cheek. “Stefan, nothing is going to happen to me. Please, just stay.”

Your touch made his stomach flutter. And though he wished to stay in that very spot. To keep you staring at him, he remembered the sound of your ribs cracking and your heart stopping.

He stepped back, away from you, quickly licked his lips. “I can’t. I’m sorry. You can hate me, resent me, whatever. I just want you to be safe.”

The tears were blurring your vision, and you let out a huff. “That’s the problem. I don’t want to hate you, because then I’ll have nothing left.” You whispered.


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Crowley X Reader

Request: Hello, I just want to say that your blog is awesome! I was also wondering if you could do a request for me: The reader finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her and Crowley comforts her and a couple of months later the ex comes back, begging for forgiveness and Crowley tells the ex to back off because the reader’s taken? Thanks very much and keep up the awesome writing!

Request: Hi, do you think you can do a one shot where the readers boyfriend kind of breaks her down and stuff so the reader wants to sell her soul to Crowley in exchange for her being everything her bf wanted, but Crowley tells her that he can’t give her what she already has? (Sorry if it is bad, this is my first request. I love your one shots btw :) )

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