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so fresh so clean

okay so heres a quick niall imagine collab done by me and @squirrely83 . it was a convo that turned dirty and we thought we should share our misery with all of you! 

inspired by this glorious selfie:

its all about the freshly showered blowjob, yall :) enjoy!

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Imagine #4: Best Friend Luke helping you while on your period.

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

Requested: Yes

Request: CAN YOU MAKE SOMETHING WITH BEST FRIEND LUKE HEMMINGS? PLEASE

Word Count: 644

Warnings: Nope


You were moaning and groaning rolling in pain from the sharp stabbing sensation that was coming from your ovaries, it was that time of the month when the bloody river came and visited. This time around it was worse than last months, you had threw up from the pain of it and while on an empty stomach. The only thing that was really keeping you from going insane was your cat that kept purring and rubbing up against me.

“Thank you butter,” You mumbled not wanting to raise your voice all that much, a purr along with a soft bite was returned back to you. Resting your hand on the lower region of your body, massaging the area thinking that would help.

“Do you need a heating pad?” A voice questioned in front of you, jumping from the couch falling on the ground. A moan and another groan slipping past, “Jesus are you alright?”

“I’m going to kill you Luke Hemmings,” You spat out, taking his outstretched hand, he pulled me up from the ground. “I’m going to go and get a heating pad for you,” He told you after laying you back down on the couch, making sure to move around the pillows and blankets for you. “What are you doing here?” You wondered out loud, moving butter off the couch since he would keep walking on my stomach. I heard some shuffling and something fall from the liny closest, followed by a ‘Fuck’ and something being throwing.

“If you must know, I tried texting you and calling you asking how you were since I had a feeling you weren’t feeling so well.”

“You mean the facebook status I made?”

“Yeah, seeing your best friend post, ‘Why couldn’t the guy be the ones with periods? A garden gnome is stabbing me repeatedly for not being pregnant,’ made me slightly concerned.”

Luke walked into the living space, with a heating pad, along with the one blanket that you really wanted to cocoon yourself in but somehow it had gotten to be on the top shelf. He plugged it in near the couch, handing it towards you turning away when you lifted up the shirt tucking it underneath it. Than next handing you the blanket, he choose to take the blanket that you did have, reaching over to take the remote off the coffee table.

“What do you want to watch?”

“You’re staying?” You were shocked half the time, he would just come over here and help you out and then leave. Drawing his attention back towards his best friend, “Cuz I can, and I’m not going to be here for that much longer. There is an album that needs to be put all together,” He gushed poking you on the nose, before turning back towards the TV.

“I knew, I liked you for a reason,” Giggling pulling the blanket tighter around you, Luke smirking at the comment you made. “Yeah, Yeah you know you love me. You can’t go three days without talking to me,” He fired back in a playful way, “Who was the one that cried when I wasn’t spending the night for the third night in a row when we were seven?”

His cheeks heated up at the memory of that, “Shut up.”

“Who texts me literally everyday just to know how I am doing?”

“Secret life of pets, maybe?”

“Admit it, Luke you can’t go three days without talking too ME,” You teased, before holding back another cry of protest, from Luke suddenly laying his head on your chest. “Or maybe we can watching all the X-Men movies all over again?” Moving his head to look up at you, waiting for you to confirm or disagree with it. But you couldn’t say no to your best friend of thirteen year, “Sure I guess, just get some popcorn and tea ready.”

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BOOKS READ IN 2017: THE SUMMER PALACE (C.S. PACAT)

Laurent plucked a white flower from the low-hanging branches, and lifted his hand to tuck it into Damen’s hair, as if Damen were a youth from the village.

‘Are you courting me?’ said Damen.

He felt foolish with happiness. He knew courtship was new to Laurent, didn’t know why it felt so new to himself.

‘I haven’t done this before,’ said Laurent.

Before the Dawn (Part 3/?)

Summary: The Avengers are called to destroy a HYDRA weapon, but when they arrive at it’s location, they find you there. Bucky knows you’re highly dangerous, your powers even more so, but he can’t help but get closer to you.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (slower burn)

Word Count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, angst, and food/starvation tw!! (nothing is majorly detailed, but it is mentioned/is a theme!)

A/N: Apologies for this update taking so long, but school has been kicking my butt, and obviously, that comes first. Still, I hope you all continue to enjoy this series! (Also, I’m putting a Wanda GIF because I love her & she’s a bigger character in this part.)

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you’ll look good (in between my sheets)

prompt: person A and person B meet at a bar, each nursing a broken heart after a recent breakup. bonus for a selfie and smut. 

word count: 3,654 (*aaron burr voice* sweet jesus)

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

warnings: smut, daveed “i can charm the skirts off a nun” diggs, “okay so we’re doing this” reader. 

a/n: when i die, delete this so daveed never finds this sin. 

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Daryl x Reader - Happiness (Request)

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Daryl x Reader // Uncle Rick x niece Reader

Requested by @chihuotheartist​ :  Hello! okay im gonna ask you in english so everyone can understand xD, the request is a darylxreader, where the girl has a strong daughter-father relationship with rick who is really unsure to leave the reader completly alone with daryl ,maybe it could take place in the farm or in the prison ?idk you choose if you dont understnd something just text me

Hope you like it boo ♥

Reader is 21 years old

(Set on season 3)

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL GRAMMATICAL ERRORS

You loved it

The wind through you hair, the sun kissing you face and the closeness with Daryl

You love all of it and that’s why every time you go out scavenge, you always choose to ride with Daryl.

Same thought and same reasons for the man in front of you.

For Daryl, riding a bike means freedom but since the two of you grow close to each other, every time you choose to ride with him makes him happy.

He loves feeling you hug him from behind, and loves seeing your face through the mirror.

The way you smile and the way your (Y/e/c) eyes shine warm up his heart.

Everybody except you could see that there are strong feelings between the two of you…included Rick.

Rick was your uncle, and since your parents died in a car crash he was like a father for you, he took you in, and took care of you since before the apocalypse.

He’s very protective toward you and seeing you grow really close to the redneck make him uncomfortable; he knows that Daryl is a good man but he’s twice your age and that bother him.

However he doesn’t have the courage to say anything because he has never see you as happy as you are with Daryl, and seeing you happy, makes him happy.

Arriving at the prison, Daryl stops the bike just the time for Maggie to open the gate.

Once inside you get off the bike and stand beside Daryl: “So… do you wanna hang out with me?”

Before he could give you an answer, Rick get off the car and answer for him: “Daryl has the guard duty today, why don’t you help me unload our loot?”

You look at Daryl with a sad look: “I’m sorry, I’ll join you once I finish this”
“It’s fine, I won’t go anywhere” he answered smiling.

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The sun almost set when you find yourself climbing the tower’s ladder, Rick wanted you to make the inventory of all supplies

“I’ve the impression that uncle Rick did it on purpose”

Once you finally arrived on the top of the tower You see Daryl’s back, he was so focused on his task that he didn’t sense your presence, so you walk silently toward him and covered his eyes with your hands: “Guess who?”

“ah ah very funny (Y/n)”

“ But I’m not (Y/n) I’m the ghost of the squirrel that you killed the other day, give me back the hazelnuts you stole”

Laughing he shove your hands away: “You little smartass”  and he start to tickling you.

Both of you laughed loudly when suddenly, while you try to free yourself from Daryl’s grasp, you both fall on the ground, you on top of Daryl.

At that point your laughs stopped, and both of you stare each other, however it’s a different look.

“Daryl…” You whisper while he lift his hands and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

The two of you stay like that for minutes until Daryl got up, helping you.

“Thanks” you say keeping your hand into his.

“I can’t take it anymore” Daryl said before crushing his lips into yours.

You responded immediately at his kiss; it was an slow and passionate kiss, full of love and care.

All of sudden the door slam open: “Daryl have you seen my…niece” Rick stare at the both of us, he was shocked, he didn’t know what to do.

“Uncle Rick I…”

“Don’t say anything (Y/n) let me talk. I notice how you two got close in the last month and I didn’t like it” Rick says looking at you.

You feel ashamed, you didn’t want disappoint him, he was like a father for you and you wanted him to be proud of you.

“He’s too old for you, however, we’re in the middle of Apocalypse so, if the age gap isn’t a problem for you two, why should I care? With this I don’t mean I’m completely fine with that, I need time to elaborate but…what’s important to me is your happiness (Y/n) and if he makes you happy, I’ll try to be happy for you two”
You run toward Rick and hug him tightly: “Thank you uncle Rick, I love you”

“I love you too sweetpea…now go to eat something, you need it”

You smile at Rick and walk toward the door, but before leave the tower, you turn back and look at Daryl smiling at him.

A little smile appears on Daryl’s face.

Rick walk closer to him and whispers: “Daryl…you’re my brother, you know that but if you hurt her, I’ll make you pay for it”.

Daryl put his hands on Rick’s shoulder “Don’t worry, her happiness is my purpose”.


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Head Over Heels / Cheryl Blossom

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Cheryl Blossom was smitten with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and everybody knew it.

It was something that, despite everyone’s differing opinions, could easily be agreed upon regarding the pairs relationship. 

They had known each other for years-they couldn’t even remember a time where they hadn’t been friends. As they grew older, they ended up running in different circles but always remained close. Their relationship had only grown into something more a few months ago-though most people in town were expecting it to happen sooner. 

The two girls sat in (Y/N)’s room working on an assignment-however, the redhead was paying more attention to her girlfriend than her work. 

Cheryl watched (Y/N) as she shifted her position for the countless time. She was lying on her stomach-her books spread out in front of her while she flipped through their pages and wrote her notes. Her face morphs to express her confusion before her agitation grew not long after-being unable to understand what she was reading. 

Cheryl bites back her smile as her head tilts, in the middle of taking (Y/N) in. Her hair had been tied up messily and her face wiped clean of what little make up had previously been worn. Her jumper was fitted loosely unlike her jeans that fit her figure like a second skin. 

(Y/N) reaches a hand to her face to rub her temple gently, her painted nails on display-slightly reflecting the light in the room. 

The small groan released from the girl on the bed snaps Cheryl out of her trance. “Are you okay?” she asks.

(Y/N) looks over to Cheryl who sat at the desk against the wall and offers her a small smile. “I just can’t seem to figure this out is all. How are you going?” she questions.

Cheryl glances down at her own her work, not at all surprised to find barely half a page of writing. “Could be better I suppose.”

(Y/N) rose to her feet and made her way across her room. She leant against the back of the chair and glanced over Cheryl’s shoulder. “Is that all you’ve managed to do?” she inquires in bewilderment. 

The red head shrugs, shifting her head so she was gazing up at the girl. A smile makes a way on to her face as she watches (Y/N)’s eyes dart back and forth as she read the words in front of her. 

Cheryl lifts a hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. Her movements freeze before she glances down at her girlfriend. Her mouth forms a small, amused grin as she takes in her expression. 

“What are you thinking about?” she asks, still not seeming to gain Cheryl’s full attention.

“You,” she answers bluntly, still letting her eyes wander slowly.

(Y/N) snorts and pushes back so she was standing again, she moves to sit on the edge of her bed. Cheryl swings around in the seat so they were still facing one another.

“You’re very beautiful,” she insists, unable to stop her own grin once more. “I can’t help but admire.” 

“You’re one to talk.”

(Y/N) was rather realistic-she knew she wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world, or in town, but she could understand that there were some attributes she possessed that could categorise her as beautiful. Not that she thought about it often, beauty is such a subjective thing-one’s physical appearance wasn’t very high on her list of priorities. 

“I don’t get it,” Cheryl tells her after a moment of silence. 

“Don’t get what?” (Y/N) asks, her confusion written over her face. 

“How we ended up together. I mean, I know…but I still can’t comprehend it.”

(Y/N)’s forehead furrows, “Why is it so hard to understand?” she counters, pulling her legs up so she was sitting cross-legged. 

Cheryl crosses her own legs, one over the other, as she leans further back in her seat. “Well, I don’t know…I like you a lot,” she shrugs, “but we’re so different. I know what your friends think of us being together, what mine think and-”

“So you’re worrying about what our friends think? They’ll come around, Cheryl, I know they will. Once they see how happy we are. You are happy aren’t you?”

“I’m more happy now than I’ve been in a very long time,” she responds sincerely. 

“I’m glad. You deserve to be happy. Look, I can see that you’re kind of having doubts about us right now…and if you want some time to figure it all out,” (Y/N) begins, feeling her chest tighten at her words, “I can give that to you.”

Cheryl frowns, already hating just the idea of not being with (Y/N). “I don’t want that. I’m not doubting our relationship,” she says, rising to her feet, “I’m just considering how successful this will end up being.”

(Y/N) lifts her head so she could see Cheryl, she stands from her bed and slides her arms around the redheads waist. “You’re thinking too much. Just let this happen. Our relationship is new, but I really want this to work out between us.”

“I do too,” she sighs, pulling the girl against her and resting her chin on her head.

“Then please, stop over analysing everything,” (Y/N) smiles, tightening her hold. 

The two of them stood in the middle of the room, losing count of how long their embrace lasted. When Cheryl finally pulled back, she felt herself feel giddy almost at the sight of (Y/N) staring back at her. 

She realised in that moment just how much she liked (Y/N). As a person, as a friend, as more than that. Cheryl couldn’t imagine not having her in her life. She didn’t want to. 

The Night Sky

Yay! First fanfiction. Please don’t judge too harshly. Also very new to tumblr. This takes place before aCoTaR while Rhys is still under the mountain, five years before he meets Feyre. He has a dream on the night of Starfall in the future where he has a mate and everyone is happy. Feyre is still the breadwinner of the family back when she is 13? 14? Criticism is appreciated!

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After long day of scouring through the large, snow coated woods, searching for any poor animal that would find its way through her cheap arrow, Feyre trudged back to her little cottage stomped her snow dusted boots onto the small rug. Feyre looked down at her broken and tattered boots and sighed. She needed new ones. She placed her too small boots next to Nesta’s and Elain’s and sighed again. She looked around her cramped cottage as her stomach gurgled. The aroma of freshly baked bread danced throughout the tiny house and made its way to Feyre’s nose. The girl’s nostrils flared as she regarded the golden loaf of bread next to the oven with longing. Feyre’s stomach growled again and she frowned.

Feyre walked towards the the small, crackling fireplace and warmed her hands, blowing into them every so often for warmth. She stripped off her jacket, if you could even call the thin piece of dark blue wool a jacket, and hung the garment. She looked out the window and her grey eyes widened. The night sky was always the Feyre’s favourite thing in the world. She relished the moments when she was able to just lay back and admire the stars. She found comfort in its dark colours and patterns, of how you would never be able to count all of its stars.

Feyre walked up the stairs and winced as the stairs creaked with every gentle step she took, afraid of waking her two elder sisters. She passed the mirror of her bedroom and looked at her reflection. Her once shiny copper-gold hair was now dull and dry. Her eyes, once bright blue-grey and happy, only looked dark, with under eye bags, a result of restless nights and early mornings. She looked down and stared at her hands, red and cracked from the bitter winter cold. The girl sighed and reached the room and eased herself down onto the bed, wincing once again as the bed creaked. She laid down on the edge of the bed where her sisters slept. She lifted her feet, tucked them into the blanket, and wrapped the blanket around her small body, taking any warmth the patchy quilt offered her. The girl gazed out the window and sighed as she saw the night, her favourite thing, and knew that someone else was out there, watching, as she was at that moment. Slowly, Feyre’s eyelids drooped as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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The melody of the song playing at Rita’s, their inner circle’s favourite restaurant, was as happy as can be. With a bouncing melody that you could never forget, the group danced merrily through the night. Mor, already on her third drink, was a bright beacon of light in the night, with the lights reflecting her golden hair and eyes, and a smile brighter than the sun itself. Beside her was Azriel, dancing alongside her, swaying the beat. His gaze, warm only for Morrigan, was on Mor’s every move. Azriel grinned, even though his face did not usually reveal his emotions. He was happiest with Morrigan.

Rhysand smiled to himself as he knew that his brother was finally happy, despite his dark past. Beside them was Cassian, dancing with his mate. His mate, whose spirit was hot like fire and with a tongue sharper than a butcher’s knife, a perfect match to Cassian’s large ego and teasing jokes. Cassian said something and laughed. His brother extended his hand to his mate and walked towards the dance floor, joining Az, Mor, Amren, and the crowd.

The crowd suddenly went silent. One single glowing star fell. One that took everybody’s breath away, as two other stars followed the first. Lights cascaded the night as the bright stars fell, leaving a trail of bright twinkling light.

Starfall. Everybody’s favourite time of the year in the City of Starlight, also known as Velaris.

“Shall we?”

His gaze went to the direction of the voice. The voice that belonged to his mate. His high lady. She donned a black dress, a black piece of shimmery fabric hanging off her shoulders. Her hair, golden copper hair that reflected light with every turn and move, pinned up. No doubt Mor’s handiwork. He gazed into her brilliant blue-grey eyes and smiled. A warm feeling extended down the bond between them as she extended her hand towards Rhysand. Her eyes crinkled as she let out a smile that made his very heart stop beating.

Rhysand grinned back and reached out to his mate and clasped her hand. They walked over to the dance floor and held each other in their arms, comfortable in the silence. Their tenth Starfall together. Rhysand pulled back and kissed her on the head.

Feyre looked up at his violet eyes and said, “Thank you for spending Starfall with me. You make everything better just by being here.”

Rhysand looked down and wondered just how he ended up with someone as beautiful, not just on the outside but within. Her beauty and kindness, whispered amongst his people. Her love and care, for their family. Her laughs, a whimsical sound that you would willingly listen to every day.

“No Rhysand, thank you. Thank you for giving me this. A loving family,” she gestured to the inner circle. “A beautiful city with wonderful people,” she looked over at the citizens of Velaris. “And most of all, thank you for giving me the memories we’ve made over the past ten years. The best ten years of my life. I have enjoyed every single wondrous moment you have given moment we have spent together and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you Rhysand. For everything. I love you.”

With a hoarse voice, Rhysand whispered, “I love you too.”

Pure, unending torture. Rhysand sprang up, panting hard, sweat covering his entire body. The good dreams were always the worst. Anything that brought back memories of his family, of Velaris, always tore his heart apart and caused an abundance of agony. Every. Single. Time.

Rhysand gazed over to where Amarantha laid beside him on the silken bed sheets. Amarantha, knowing it was Starfall, made Rhysand service her longer than most nights. Rhysand pretended not to hear the whispers regarding him or the title he had won since being Under the Mountain. “Amarantha’s Whore”, they called him. He had to shut his eyes to refrain from vomiting. Rhysand laid down on his back again.

His mate.

Rhysand knew he would never have a mate. Would never be lucky enough to have one. He did not deserve one. He had done deeds far worse than one could imagine. Ones that he had to force to the back of his mind. For the past couple of years, his dreams had been getting worse. He had dreams of a beautiful young woman, a high fae. One far too good for him. One he did not deserve. The woman in his dreams had been visiting his dreams for years now. The only piece of light in this chamber of unending pain and suffering that had become his life. And yet he still didn’t know her name. He only knew of her brilliant blue eyes and golden hair.

Rhysand squeezed his eyes closed and tried not to imagined how his family was doing back home, as it would only bring more pain. His heart longed for even a glimpse of the beautiful night. Of Mor. Azriel. Cassian. Amren. He took in a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart.

Just five more years. Five more years.

Forty-four years have already passed. He could handle five more.

Rhysand shut his eyes once more and fell asleep with the need to see the night sky for the first time in forty-five years.

this is for @drcloyd because she started the angst and i sure as hell was gonna finish it (love you)


Daryl was driving. 

Thankfully, Paul never argued with him. Daryl always drove on their runs, it was a silent agreement between them–as most of their agreements were. Daryl would nod, or Paul’s eyes would soften, they were able to read each other without having to say much. It’s why they worked so well together. 

Well, they were in the process of making it work, Daryl knew he was a lot for people, and Paul was patient and kind enough to take it slow with Daryl. 

They had kissed three weeks ago, and social norms suggested that maybe they should have moved ahead right now–at least, that’s what Daryl had been told when he was growing up with Merle. It wasn’t like that with Daryl. Daryl needed to take things slow, for his personal peace of mind, and also to make sure that the other person wasn’t just going to take off. Daryl thrived off emotional bonds, he enjoyed sex, but didn’t need it–Paul said Daryl must be demisexual. Daryl didn’t care either way, those things would come eventually, for now it was this–small touches, going on runs together, sharing a trailer, getting to know each other in the darkness of the night. 

“Music?” Paul asked–Daryl liked that he thought of Paul as Paul and not Jesus now. “Since you’re not in the mood for chatting today.” he said, but he was smiling playfully. 

Daryl still frowned, because behind all of Paul’s jokes and sarcasm, there was truth. “Sorry,” he mumbled, and he swallowed his self-hatred and pride (it was hard to exist with both those things at the same time) and moved to put his hand on Paul’s. “Just thinkin’.”

“About what?” Paul’s voice was a notch higher, elated with just this; Daryl making the move to hold Paul’s hand. 

“You.” Daryl mumbled. 

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Handle With Care

What happens when you’re getting frustrated over your Byron and Shelley essay - *Cole Sprouse voice* angsty Bughead


They’d been careful about everything. 

He’d been careful about the way he cupped her face when he first kissed her, brushing his thumbs over her petal-soft cheeks, contrasting deliciously with the way he poured all the longing, all his time spent dreaming, for this moment against her lips. 

He’d been careful about the way he reached for her hand when he walked her home, that rainy night after looking for Polly in the woods. He’d jerked his hand back twice before leaving his hanging between them, heart rising into his throat when it was Betty that laced her fingers through his without a word, not even interrupting their conversation like it was the most natural thing in the world. And then she’d kissed him and he swore he could have died happy, right then. The warmth of her hands on his face made him feel safer than he’d felt in a long time now, like he was being protected rather than left to endure the cold world all by himself. His heart was glass, cracked and fragile, and he felt as if he’d thrown it at her, sure that she’d catch it, cradle it. 

He’d been careful when Veronica called him Betty’s boyfriend for the first time. His heart stopped and then resumed in double time as the words hung there in the air - Betty’s boyfriend. They hadn’t defined what they were yet and as much as Jughead was ok with that, ok to wait for as long as they both needed, he couldn’t help but love the tingling that spread into the tips of his fingers at the title. He turned to her with a carefully blank face, blinded by the smile she’d offered him in return. This was it for him.

He’d been careful when he paced up and down in front of her, standing at the end of her bed while she sat on the duvet, chest heaving, shirt askew and hair a mess. He couldn’t get enough of her. Every kiss, every touch, was something new that he didn’t know he’d been missing until now. But now he had it he couldn’t imagine a life without it. But here he was, a knot tight in his stomach and appearance as equally dishevelled as he tried to find the words to talk about how he felt. He tried to explain his feelings in a way that didn’t make it seem like it was anything to do with Betty - it wasn’t her, he desired her more than he knew what to do with. That was kind of the problem, because he’d never had that before. He told her about his lack of interest in any other girl before her, how she’d knocked the air right out of him and now everything he thought he knew about himself was being called into question. He knew, though, that he wanted her. He just wasn’t sure in what way, how much. He wasn’t sure he was ready to do that just yet. He couldn’t meet her eyes as he babbled, scared to see any pain in them that he might have put there. He stumbled when she was suddenly in front of him, stopping him in his tracks and resting her hands on his where they were held in front of his body as he played nervously with his fingers. 

“It’s ok, Jughead. We’ll take it slow. I… I love you,” she’d whispered, so quietly he wasn’t sure he’d really heard the words. 

“Say it again,” he choked out, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. 

“I love you, Jughead,” she’d said more forcefully. 

“I love you, Betty,” he’d replied without hesitation. 

He wasn’t careful when he told her they shouldn’t be together anymore. 

He’d seen her, laughing and joking with Archie at lunch, throwing her head back in carefree abandon at something his redheaded best friend had said. She looked radiant, weightless. Was she like that with him? He didn’t know. It was possible he was weighing her down, and he didn’t need another guilt on his conscience. She was holding his heart still and if she realised, if she dropped it, he didn’t think he’d come back from that. But he couldn’t give her what she needed, he was broken.

“Why are you doing this, Juggie?” she’d pleaded, a river flowing down her cheeks. He couldn’t breathe, everything he’d feared doing was coming true as he watched her wrap her arms around herself and shrink before him. 

“It’s just for the best,” he’d replied, turning away and not looking back, even when her echoing sobs reached his ears. 

It took him a while to realise. She hadn’t dropped his heart. He’d ripped it from her grasp and thrown it, shattering it into a million shards - and he’d taken hers with it. He saw in the way her skin was drained of the usual rosy glow. How she had dark circles under her eyes, stray hair flying out of her ponytail. In trying to save them both he’d done the unthinkable. 

“Please, Betty, please I’m so sorry.” He was on his knees on her bedroom floor, hands grasping at her thighs where she sat in front of him on the bed, trying not to meet the storm in his blue eyes. “I-I didn’t want to ruin you, like I ruin everything else. I thought I could save you, that you could get more from being with someone like Archie, I-”

“And who gave you the right to decide what I should have, Jughead? What I want. That’s something that’s all for me, that no one else can ever do.” She was fire in that moment, her eyes blazing behind unshed tears. 

“I’ll do anything - anything - Betts. To show you how much I need you, how much you mean to me. If it takes forever, I’ll do it. Please, please, please…” He couldn’t stop the hope from bubbling up at the feeling of her fingers underneath his chin, bringing up his crestfallen face. 

“Shh, Jug, shh,” she cooed, stroking a hand through his hair to try and calm him. He hadn’t even realised until that moment that he’d been hyperventilating. “I’ve got you, Jug, it’s ok. I’m here,” she soothed, rocking him gently backwards and forwards. 

It was her turn to be careful as she lifted him gently from the floor, lifting the covers and tucking him in beside her, pulling him to her chest and whispering comforting nothings to him until his breathing evened out and she was sure he was asleep. She’d make him see that she needed him as much as he needed her, he could count on it. 

They were careful their first time. The bridge had been mended between them long ago but the walls had come crumbling down. He memorised every inch of her body beneath his, the way she moved under his touch, the way her lips dropped open in pleasure - because of him. She held him in return, reassuring and steady the whole time. He didn’t know love felt like this.

She didn’t say anything as she wiped away the stray tears from his cheeks afterwards, where he couldn’t contain the exploding emotions inside any longer. She kissed each closed eyelid as their breathing slowed, settling into a unique harmony that could never be replicated. 

Yes, he was broken and so was she. But together they made a whole.

Nightmares

Okay here it is. I got 2 requests one where the reader had nightmares and one with the readers first time. (Both with Elijah) I have never written smut besides this so please tell me what was good and what i should change. 

There’s about 1.5 k words in this and an overuse of the word “Baby”

Originally posted by klopehybridss


I have never run that fast. My eyes started watering just from me thinking what he could do to me. I ran even faster. The man’s expression didn’t change. He looked murderous. He wanted to kill me. I had to run for my life. I looked over my shoulder to see how far i had gotten, but i couldn’t see him. Before i even knew it i ran into him. I let out a scream struggling against him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME” i yelled, kicking and screaming to get away from my killer. “LET ME GO”

“I’m gonna kill you.” he said before extending his fangs, and digging into my neck.

I woke up screaming next to Elijah. He quickly got up and turned on the lights. I was breathing quickly, and there were tears streaming down my cheeks. I kept seeing the man following me.

“Y/N. Y/N. HEY HEY RELAX” Elijah yelled over my sobbing and screaming. He put his arm around my trembling body pulling me close to his body. “Hey tell me what happened” he said after i relaxed a little.

“I… i love you Elijah but i’m scared” i cried. I didn’t want to be scared of his vampire side. But what if he one day lost control. I didn’t know how to tell him. How should you tell someone you’re scared of something that’s a part of them. “What if you lose control.” i whispered.

“It could happen. But no matter what i would never hurt you” he whispered. I relaxed a little more. I noticed how we were now laying. Elijah was on his elbow while i was on my back. I leaned up and kissed him lightly, but before i knew it he had his hand behind my head bringing me in again.  

“Elijah…” i whispered but he caught me off with another kiss. I kissed him back rougher than before. I pushed him so i was on top of him. I straddled his waist and started kissing his neck.

“Y/N… Stop.” Elijah said when he realised it had gone too far. I was a virgin and i was actually really uncomfortable about anything regarding sex. Elijah knew i wanted to wait and he knew how i felt about it. He had been so kind telling me that he was fine waiting, and that he was totally okay with whatever i decided to do.


“Elijah i wanna do this” i whispered still slightly uncomfortable. I did and to have sex with Elijah, but i was scared. The man is 1000 years old, he had probably slept with countless of women, and done everything in the book. And here he is with a virgin who knows everything she knows sex ed and like two tumblr posts.

“You sure love. You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do” he lifted his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my hear. I smiled knowing he meant what he said. He really did care for me. That alone made me decide i wanted Elijah to be my first time.

“I’m sure.” i said. Elijah flipped me over so that i was on my back, and he was hovering over me. He pulled off his shirt revealing his toned body. I had seen Elijah shirtless before but this was different. It was so intimate. I ran my hand from his shoulder to the waistband of his sweats. Before i could even think to pull them off him Elijah grabbed my hand stopping me. I was about to ask why he did it but when he pulled of my tank top making naked waist up i shut up. I brought my hands up trying to cover my breasts with my hands.

“Don’t. Y/N you are so beautiful you really don’t need to hide anything from me” he said pulling my arms away from my chest. He leaned down and kissed me before starting to kiss my jawline and neck. I moaned slightly when he sucked a hickey on my neck. I blushed embarrassed at the sounds he could get out of me. “Don’t be embarrassed baby” Elijah laughed before returning to my skin.

“I am though. I don’t know why.” i whispered heart flushing to my cheeks. I wanted to cry in that moment. I didn’t even know that having someone kiss my neck would feel good. I felt the tears burning in my eyes and i tried desperately to blink them away so that Elijah didn’t notice.

“Hey what’s wrong. Do you wanna stop” he asked getting up. I pulled the covers over my exposed body before replying.

“I don’t wanna stop it’s just… you have been with so many people and i don’t know… i feel like if we do this and i’m bad, you’ll leave” i said now there were tears streaming down my face. I knew Elijah wouldn’t do something like that, but a part of me was scared he was gonna be disappointed.

“Hey i’ll never leave, and i know you’re gonna be great. And yeah you don’t know anything but you’ll learn. I’ll teach you” he said the last part with a smirk on his face. I dropped the covers and pulled Elijah back on the bed. We started making out again and this time when he started kissing down my body i didn’t stop him. He placed my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I moaned again and again i felt embarrassed but i didn’t stop him. Elijah started kissing further down my body until he reached the waistband of my nightshorts. He pulled them down revealing my black panties. He got up and pulled his own sweatpants off. I had never seen Elijah this exposed before.

“You’re so beautiful baby” he whispered while pulling down my panties. I smiled at his sweet words. Nobody could ever make me feel as good as Elijah did. He got up and pulled his own boxers off before reattaching his lips to mine. I kissed him back with passion.

“Elijah, please i’m ready” i whined when i felt his dick rub against me. I wanted him no matter how scared i was. Elijah grabbed my hand and kissed me but this time it was sweet and slow. I felt him at my entrance. He pushed t´just the tip in but i already felt tears in my eyes. It hurt so bad. I tried keeping the tears away but they surfaced.

“Baby do you want to stop” Elijah asked wiping the hears away from my face. I shook my head no and told him to keep going. I could see on him how much he hated hurting me. “Baby you’re hurting” he said trying to pull out again.

“Elijah it’s gonna hurt if we do it now or if we do it 100 years from now. Please” i whispered trying to hold back the tears and pretend like it didn’t hurt that much. He slid back in and this time without stopping.

“Are you okay baby. Tell me when to move” he sighed. The feeling confused me. It hurt but at the same time i felt a bit of pleasure. I nodded my head telling Elijah to move. The first time he did it hurt as much as the first time he entered me. He kept moving and after a while the pain disappeared and i started feeling pleasure. Only pleasure.

“Elijah” i moaned quietly. He smirked and leaned down to kiss my lips again.  I kept moaning his name feeling more confident. Elijah grabbed my legs and put them around his legs and the feeling got way more intense.

“Fuck” i moaned as Elijah picked up his pace. I only realised what i had said when he chuckled. I never curse. I rarely imagined this moment but the few times i did i never imagined cursing. I blushed and tried to hide my face.


“Don’t baby.” he said and pulled my arm away. He quickened his thrusts and i felt an unfamiliar built up in my stomach.

“Elijah” i said unsure of what was happening. He grabbed my hands before whispering in my ear.

“Let go baby.” he told me. I did as he said and felt unbelievable pleasure run through my body. Elijah came quickly after me. He rolled off me and pulled me closer to him. “Are you okay love” he asked and i nodded my head. I had never been more okay than in that moment.

coming back to you

Clexa Week 2017 Day 5 - Canon Divergence

Summary: After being shot by Titus, Lexa is visited by some familiar faces on her way into the afterlife who help her to realise that maybe there are things worth fighting against death for.

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When she wakes up it no longer hurts. Not physically, anyway. Emotionally, Lexa feels a little bit like she’s been repeatedly attacked with a blunt sword – apparently dying does that to a person – but one glance down to her stomach is enough to tell her that the sticky black stain that spread across her front when the bullet entered her has disappeared. She touches the skin through the material of her shirt anyway, just to make sure, but there’s nothing, not even an inkling of her earlier pain.

As her fingertips brush over the area where the wound should be, it all comes flooding back. Her heart throbs painfully within her chest at the memory of Clarke standing over her dying body, hands applying pressure to her stomach, her face glistening with tears as she watches Lexa slowly slip away from her.

The tears sting in her own eyes and she tilts her head back as she tries to blink them away, unwilling even in death to show that weakness. A lump forms in her throat and she closes her eyes, wondering if she’s bound to this pain for the rest of eternity.

“She’ll be here too, after a while.”

Lexa’s eyes startle open at the voice and she gets to her feet, only to see a familiar figure walking towards her, dressed in her usual furs and with the recognisable swagger in her step.

“Anya?”

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Lessons

Request:

Hiii! Can I request a smut scenario for monsta x minhyuk? It could be a make-up sex or like when he suddenly gets jealous and he teaches you some “lessons”,whatever is comfortable for you to write ;) thank you!!

A/N: 

Thank you for your request! Here is the Minhyuk smut! You can say that I got a bit carried away with it because I’m not really the most comfortable with writing smuts, they always tear my brain in half, however Minhyuk is my bias from Monsta X so I guess I couldn’t help but get creative with it :P I hope you enjoy it!  

                                                                                                        - Ray :)

Jealous Minhyuk (Smut/ Fluff)

Reader x Minhyuk 

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Minhyuk watched bitterly at her running her
fingers through his hair over and over again. He watched her smile at his jokes. He watched her maintain eye contact with him in the mirror, not once looking Minhyuk’s way. He watched all this as he leaned against the corner wall of the dressing room, eyeing them over the screen of his phone.

His fingers wrapped around his iphone tighter as he tried harder to focus on his phone. Another musical laugh made his ears burn as he watched her throw her head back in laughter at his words.

He watched Shownu wink at her in the mirror of the dresser, watched her look down in embarrassment, watched her cheeks turn a shade of pink, watched her go back to gelling his hair, watched him lean his head into her hands.

His knuckles turned pale, his jaw clenched and he saw red when that shy smile drew on her face.

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antisocial-author  asked:

Would there be any way I'd be able to help with your paperwork? I'm distracted pretty easily but if I can help I'd be happy to if it meant you'd be less stressed...I hope you have a nice day!!

“Well but of course. I would rather enjoy some help. Here, why don’t you try and answer these prompts.”

He slid the thick slab of paperwork across his desk, before motioning towards the paragraph in particular.

“Pursuant to “Guidance for Council Justices, March 23, 2017,” this letter follows the format stated in Appendix A. This Notification is submitted by the Dark Figment Division of Void Segment 27b, LLC, as per “Notification (21 FS 807.90(e)). Direct any questions to Mr. Darkiplier, M.F., Figment Affairs. Dark Figment Division LLC has no intentional or known conflict of interest or any appearances of impropriety. All figments of the council organization have stated they have no  conflict of interest. The submission showing substantial equivalence for the emotion loneliness in option with sadness has been received by no trials. The emotion is based upon predicate, approved testing for which trials showing safety and proper usage were completed.”

Dark lifted a brow and waited impatiently, and as their eyes finally snapped to the bottom of the page, lifted it away and tucked it back neatly into the pile it had been driven from. He looked rather self-satisfied as his voice finally charmed its way to the surface.

“I doubt you would be of any help, lovely. Thank you for the offer.”

Hidden Stars Pt.2 (M)

Pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |  -   [Drabbles]

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader,  Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst 

Word Count: 5,553

Description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Jungkook and his girlfriend.” The words leave Yoongi’s mouth, and you immediately feel as if a hole has been punched through your chest.

“S-sorry what did you just say?” You knew that you had heard him perfectly clear, but there was something inside of you that didn’t want to register the words as real, or truthful.

“I said Jungkook and his girlfriend. They’ve been fighting so much these past few months, I don’t know why. Two years together, and you’d think they’d learn how to handle each other.” Yoongi laughs, but you feel the whole in your chest grow even wider.

“Two years?” You whisper, more to yourself in disbelief than to Yoongi, but he takes it as that.

“Yeah, long time right?” You don’t say anything as you try to turn all of your attention to the tears currently pooling in your eyes, and trying not to let them spill over. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth, and try not to blink, but it proves futile as you feel a wetness start to streak down your face. Yoongi sees the tears, along with the way your hands were starting to shake.

“Woah Y/N, what’s wrong?” You see Yoongi jump up from his seat, round the table, and pull a chair up next to you. He notices you trying to keep your hair down, so that he can’t see the way your tears were starting to flow faster.

“Hey, look at me.” He whispers, and you turn hesitantly towards him, but only slightly.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi takes his hand, and lifts it up to tuck the fallen hair behind your ear, putting your tear stained face on full display.

“I-I don’t know if I should, I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person.” You sniffle out, as the weight of the situation comes crashing down on you. Jungkook has a girlfriend; a girlfriend that he’d been dating for two years. One that probably loves him a lot, and thought that these past few months had just been a rough patch in their relationship. One that didn’t know that Jungkook has been cheating on her for months with some random girl.

And that random girl was you.

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I Need You [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anon requested: “okay but can you please fuck me up with some angsty 31, 27, and 9 with my boy Tim Drake? Please?”

A/N: Holy…. okay this combination is… omg okay I’ll try not to make myself cry

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warning: Death

Word Count: 1399

Prompt 9: “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.”

Prompt 27: “You keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you.“

Prompt 31: “Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay.”


You hated it; all the lonely nights in a cold bed, the fear that wrapped around your heart every single night, the sinking feeling of being ignored, the disgusting injuries and nauseous smell of blood.

You loved Tim, you loved him more than words could explain. What you didn’t love was the fact that his life seemed to be complete without you. Sure, he claimed to love you with all his heart, but where was he? If he wasn’t out being a hero and saving lives, he was whisked away by the amount of work he had. It was an endless cycle and you wondered if he ever considered putting you, his girlfriend, into the picture.

You tolerated it. You were patient and you waited, and waited, and waited. No matter how much it pained you, you kept waiting like a lovesick fool. Perhaps you were some lovesick fool to stay with someone who sometimes didn’t even bat an eye at you.

And then one day, you finally snapped.

“Hey Timmy.” you said cheerfully when he entered the apartment in a hurry. However, all you felt was a rush of wind as he shuffled past you. “Tim?”

“Not now, I’m late for patrol.” he muttered quickly, hastily changing into his costume. 

Now, you were already upset. However, he had ignored you all day–again–and he didn’t even offer a greeting.

That was when it all came pouring out.

“You’re always patrolling!” you blurted out, stomping your foot. Tim, who had just finished putting his costume on, froze as his eyes widened in shock. You never shouted at him before.

“What–”

“I hate this, Tim!” you continued, “I hate being the least of your worries! Every night, I go to sleep alone and every morning I wake up to an empty bed! And you know how scared I am each time that happens? I don’t know whether you left for work already or you never returned from patrol, because you don’t even bother to leave a note, or send a simple text saying you’re okay!” By the end of it you had tears of frustration running down your face. “You know, you keep hurting me and I just keep coming back to you, and frankly I don’t know how much more pain I could take!”

Tim frowned. Usually he would be consoling you and apologizing, but he had been having a rough time too. He was on multiple cases that seemed to only lead to a dead end and the crime rate was at its peak. He was frustrated as well.

“Look, can we talk about this after my patrol?” he sighed, already sliding the balcony door open. He wasn’t even waiting for an answer.

His impatience and attitude towards your outburst only fueled your anger, and so you hissed, “You walk out of that door and I’m not gonna be here waiting for your ass to come back.

For the second time that night, Tim froze. He stood on the balcony, staring at you as if you had killed someone. 

“W-What? [F/N], no.” He shook his head in denial. He had not just heard you threaten him with that.

“Make up your mind.” you challenged, crossing your arms. “Well?”

“[F/N], you’re being irrational right now.” Tim warned. He opened his mouth to say something else, but there were police sirens in the distance, and Tim spun around, his body facing the direction the noise came from.

Someone needed his help.

“Tim, are you seriously–”

“[F/N], can we please talk about this when I get home?” Tim said quickly. “Someone is in trouble. Please, I promise we’ll talk.”

You released a breath of defeat and hung your head low. Although you were angry, you couldn’t deny that there was someone out there who could by dying right now. Gotham needed him.

“Fine. Go.” you said quietly.

“[F/N]–”

“No. Just go.” You said in a defeated voice, your voice cracking at the end of the statement. Tim looked at you sadly before dashing to you and giving you a peck on the lips, the first kiss he had given you in a very long time.

And just like that, you were a lovesick fool again.

“Someone needs me right now.” Tim whispered when he pulled away. “I’ll be back.”

As you watched him go, you mumbled weakly, “but I need you too.”


It happened so fast.

You didn’t know how that monster knew about you, but that wasn’t what mattered right now. 

You need to run

You need help.

You need him.

But he was gone. He was out saving Gotham.

You couldn’t even find the courage to scream when it struck you.


When Tim returned to the apartment, he was tired, but he was also worried about you. You seemed furious with him, and understandably so. He hadn’t been a very good partner lately, but he loved you. He loved you more than his poor heart could take, so he was going to do anything he could to make it work.

He had gone over hundreds of scenarios and possibilities in his head, but he never expected to see you on the floor, blood surrounding you and splattered on the walls when he entered the apartment.

No words could describe the shock and utter despair and fear he felt. He rushed to your side, lifting you onto his lap with shaky hands.

“[F/N]? Oh god. [F/N]! [F/N], open your eyes! Please!” Tim cried, trying desperately to get you to regain consciousness. He had tears in his eyes, staining his cowl.

“Please, please wake up.” he pleaded, his voice expressing the pain he was feeling.

“T-Tim?” He gasped when he heard your breathless voice.

“[F/N]! I’m here. I’m here.” Tim said, cradling your face with his hands. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave you, I should have never left. Oh god…”

“Tim… Tim you have to listen to me…” you murmured, your voice small and feeble. It broke his heart.

“No, you have to save your strength! I’ll get help–”

“No… Timmy… I-I’m not going to make it.” you choked. Tim shook his head madly.

“Don’t! Don’t say that, you’re going to make it!” he protested, clearly in denial. You sighed and, with all your strength, you lifted your hand and tucked on the fabric covering his face. Quickly, he removed the cowl.

The sight would’ve broke anyone’s heart. His eyes were red and glistened with tears. His lips were wobbling and he was sniffing as he struggled to control his tears.

“Tim… I-I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” Tim sobbed, holding your hand like his life depended on it. The tears wouldn’t stop.

“Shh… Tim, don’t cry.” you cooed, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears even when it took everything you had.

“Please don’t leave me.” Tim begged tearfully, “I-I need you [F/N].”

You smiled gently at him, your eyes showing so much love and affection. There was no trace of the anger you held for him before, and it only made him cry even harder. 

Sometimes you don’t get what you want in life, and you know what? That’s okay. You’re… you are strong Tim. You are my hero, my Timmy. You’re going to get through this.”

Tim shook his head. “No. I can’t. Not without you.” He was choking up. He could barely see you with how blurry his vision was.

“You can…” You closed your eyes slowly. “You… must…” Your hand went limp and dropped to the floor.

“[F/N]?” There was no response. “[F/N]?! No… please, no, you can’t–please! Please! I beg you! [F/N]!!!”

Tim brought your body into his arms and cried, not caring if he got your blood on his clothes. He held you tightly and refused to let you go, because he couldn’t. He lost too many people in his life, he couldn’t lose you too.

But he did, and in his own home out of all the places. He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault. This wouldn’t have happened if he had listened to you and stayed, if he was there to protect you. 

Tim had saved countless lives. He was always there when people needed him.

Yet the one person who he failed to save, who he failed to be there for when needed, just had to be you.

anonymous asked:

Does Claire prefer Owen in button-down shirts or others ;)

None, and preferably no pants, either ;) 

Claire didn’t completely get the appeal of The Amazing Race and Owen’s obsession with it. A season or two she could get. Nearly 30? That was beyond her comprehension. However, she appreciated and admired his dedication, and if he wanted to spend the Sunday afternoon on the couch, marathoning the episodes he’d missed – well, she could deal with it. After all, he never complained when she had The Shark Tank on.

Claire put a stack of papers she was trying to go through on the coffee table, abandoning the idea of concentrating on them, and scooted closer to him. Owen lifted his arm to tuck her into his side and pressed a kiss to her hair without looking away from the screen, his expression the one of a boy in a toy store, all excitement and glee. “What’s happening? Tell me,” she murmured, trying to figure out if she recognized any of the characters, but only half-following the show was making their faces blur into a gray mass.

He launched into a detailed description of the current season, throwing names and facts at her that bounced right off of Claire without registering with her. She tried to focus on his words, her eyes sliding over the screen, snatching pieces of dialogue here and there and taking note of the setting, but his voice was low and soothing, and his general presence downright distracting. Her fingers running over the hem of his beige Henley shirt, she allowed herself to sink into the comfort of his warmth, his voice washing over her and pulling her into a soft cocoon of deep contentment.

Claire lifted her face to press a small kiss to his neck, breathing in the scent of pine and his aftershave and laundry detergent, her hand fiddling with the button of his shirt - the very same one that she always slept in when he was away. She had no idea how long he owned it but it was soft and almost velvety to the touch from being washed so many times, and his scent never went away. She knew this was why she loved it do much. That, and the fact that when Owen was wearing it, her only desire was to rip it off. Pretty much like now.

She skimmed along the collar, a feather-light touch to his skin to keep his attention. Another kiss to his collarbone – and a sharp intake of his breath that didn’t go unnoticed. A flick of her fingers, and another button snapped out of its hole, making Claire’s mouth curl in anticipation and triumph. If it was up to her, Owen would wear this shirt and nothing else for as long as they lived, the fine lines of his arms and defined pecs stretching the pale fabric and accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the perpetually undone buttons offering just about enough to let her imagination run wild and make her yearn for more. Sometimes less was more indeed, she could not argue with that.

It was a miracle she didn’t take him up on that offer to consult in his bungalow on the day of the incident – something she never told him and probably never would.

She glanced up, smirking under her breath as her hand slipped inside, looking for more skin, feeling his muscles tighten just a little under her touch. Pressed her mouth to his pulse point in the curve between his shoulder and his neck, feeling dizzy from the blood that rushed to her head.

“Are you bored?” Owen asked, his voice laced with amusement and his hand running lazily up and down her spine.

Claire pulled away and then shifted, throwing her leg over his until she was straddling his lap, one hand flat on his chest and another one trailing alone the v-neck of his shirt. She offered him a coy smile, her head tilted to her shoulder. “No. Why?”

His eyes went dark, the shift from game to love nearly tangible, shooting up her body like a zap of electric shock. He tossed the remote aside and then he rolled her easily on her back, pressing her into the cushions with a devious grin, his lips latching on hers.

“What about the show?” Claire murmured between the giggles.

“I’ll DVR it.”

anonymous asked:

Tbh Wanda loves using her powers to pin down her partners while she rides them

Originally posted by platanoypapaya

Wanda’s eyes glimmered down at the beautiful girl pinned beneath her body, whining and writhing in anticipation.

You both loved to play this game.

The game where you would bend to Wanda’s every will, letting her take control in her own playful and incredibly sexy way.

With her, there was no need for physical restraints. No necessity for your wrists to be held behind your back or on each end of the headboard with rope, silk scarves, or handcuffs - though, sometimes they were brought in just to mix things up. No - the two of you had discovered there was something you both found much, much more arousing. When Wanda used nothing but her powers of physical manipulation to keep you exactly where she wanted.

Tonight, you were Wanda’s plaything.

“Look at you, my sweet girl.” Wanda hummed. Her breath faltered when her clit brushed against your pubic bone, before it left on a shivering exhale. She took the time to drink in the image before her. You had already stripped each other of any clothing. You were reclined on the bed between her legs, hair a sexed-up tousled mess and chest expanding with every panting breath you gulped. She had you wrists arranged stretched above your head, kept there by a swirling red energy.

Wanda’s gentle fingertips found the silk smooth skin on the inside of your forearms and they trailed their way down the bare flesh of each arm. When her touch reached just below your underarms, she applied some pressure, allowing her fingernails to bite ever so lightly into your skin as she carved her path down your sides. You fought back a moan, intoxicated by the way she dominated you with such a cherishing touch.

Her warm, familiar hands found their destination on your hips, where she gripped before closing her lips to yours in an innocent enough kiss that soon turned breathy and desperate. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss when her lips began to pull away, but your longing was immediately relieved as her kisses travelled to your jaw and cascaded down your neck to your collarbone.

A tingling sensation on your pelvis caught your attention and you cast your eyes down your body to see that Wanda had removed her hands from your hips. You were now anchored there to the bed by glowing red wisps that tickled your skin delightfully. Your head lolled back against the bed covers in submission while Wanda brought herself upright.

She wasted no time in beginning to grind down on you, her hand resting just below your ribs to steady herself as she moved. With every roll of Wanda’s hips against yours, came a strangled whimper from your throat and instinctive desire to buck your hips in return. But no matter how desperately you wanted to meet Wanda halfway, any attempt was impossible.

Wanda reached behind her back and ran her fingers through your wetness. You sucked in a breath when she slipped two fingers inside of you and began to curl them upwards in a beckoning motion. She didn’t relent in the rolling of her hips into yours, but instead timed each act with the other to create a dizzying rhythm of pleasure in your core.

Just when you could have sworn it couldn’t get any better than what Wanda was already stirring inside of you, a startling but oh-so-welcome sensation took over your clit. You didn’t even have to look down to know that all you would see was Wanda’s scarlet magic. And your hands would have been clutching and clawing at the bedspread if they weren’t secured well above your head by the exact same thing.

The stimulation to your clit was so wonderfully intense, your eyes squeezed shut and it felt like you were crashing through new dimensions of colour and light. You began to shake as suddenly the most incredible orgasm of your life was crashing through you.

Wanda’s soothing kisses to your neck and shoulders coaxed you back to reality. You felt so gloriously spent.

“You are so stunning.” Wanda breathed against your skin, and then lifted her head up, her weight resting on her elbows, and looked down at you.

Mustering enough energy from somewhere, you lifted a hand to tuck her long ash brown locks behind her ear, your fingers lingering on the delicate skin of her cheek.

“You are so magical.” You said adoringly and Wanda’s face tinted pink. She hid in the crook of your neck and again began to pepper you with kisses, nibbling tenderly every now and again.



No more please.