locked up in my room again

Otayuri Confession Senarios

-Beka visibly crying (because he thinks he is going to lose his best friend) telling Yuri he loves him. Yuri saying they have to stop being best friends because being boyfriends is so much better.

-Yuri one day losing his temper and yelling “ARE WE GOING TO BE BOYFRIENDS OR NOT?!”

-Mila and/or Viktuuri locking them in a room and not letting them out until they “define the relationship”.

-Parallel to Viktuuri’s kiss in Ep. 7 but then Beka pulls away saying sorry over and over again. Yuri rolls his eyes, kisses him again and says “shut up Beka”.

-“Innocent” Grandpa Plisetsky inviting Beka over one day and saying “oh so this is the hero that kidnapped my fairy’s heart?”

-Grandpa Plisetsky, Viktuuri and Mila gang up on and Beka tell him to stop being a coward then threaten with “a fate worse than death” if he hurts Yuri.

-Beka’s phone “accidentally” autocorrects ‘best friend’ to ‘boyfriend’ when he tags Yuri in a pic on Instagram.

-Yuri’s cat somehow bumps into one of them and causes them to kiss.

Closest Call Yet

Friday night at the Store was the closest i’ve been to getting caught by hubby.  I was in the store working and hubby called and said he was going to be in the area he he would pick me  up and asked what time to pick me up.  I told him we should be done by 10:00 and he told me i’ll see you then. It was a normal night, when i got to work Teddy took me right in the back so i could suck his cock.  All through the night every time Teddy would walk by my hans hand would grab my bare ass and sometime if  i was bent over the counter helping someone he finger would find my pussy.  About 9:15pm got everything cleaned up and locked down when teddy took me into the back room again.  By this time my pussy was so wet from all the feels during the night i was ready.  As soon as we got into the back office Teddy as all over me he was kissing me and he already has my dress up to my hips and one finger was inside my pussy.  He dropped his pants and I went right down to my knees to suck his cock hard.  Once he was hard he stood me up and bend me over the desk.   He was fucking me so hard that i came so fast on his cock. The next thing i knew there was someone at the front door buzzing to come in.  We looked at the security monitor and is was my husband ½ hour early.  At that point Teddy grabbed my hips and pulled me even tighter on his cock.  He then told me to look at the monitor at my husband has he was close.  A few more of his hard thrusts and he was about to cum.  Just has he was cuming inside me he told me to buzz him in.  a few more and his cock was drained in my pussy.  Teddy yelled out to Husband that he will be right out and told me to get my ass out front  while he got himself together.  I couldnt even get my thong on and as i walked out to see hubby.  As i kissed hubby hello i could feel Teddy cum running out of my pussy and down my legs.  It was a good thing we were closed and the almost of the light in the store were off.  Finally Teddy came out of the back and said  hello to hubby and i went into the back to get my pocketbook, OH and to wipe the cum off my legs.  We left and hubby drove home.  I got a text in the car but i didn’t check it  until i got home.  I was Teddy telling me that my hot little pussy needs more and he will be over at lunch time tomorrow.

Naughty Girl

| Request: “Hey can I request a dominant Dan X reader- dirty talk af & spanking, jealous Dan
I started my time of the month & can’t sleep & reading through all your stuff again lol” |

| Warnings: Smut, jealous Dan, daddy kink. |

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He hated parties for a reason.

[Y/N] was stood, talking it up with some guy as Dan stood and watched. Yes she was committed, but Dan was a jealous person, and seeing her talk to any guy made him see red.

He marched over to them, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away. “Dan what the fuck?”

“Shut up.” He said, pulling her into his room and locking the door.

[Y/N] stood in front of him, she looked hurt, she rubbed her hand against her arm, which was slightly red.

Dan ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, his cheeks were red and his eyes were full of anger.

“You know how that makes me feel.” He spoke harshly. “Fucking chatting it up with a guy and acting all flirty.”

She looked down at her feet. “I’m sorry.” She said softly.

“No you’re not.”

Dan picked her up, throwing her on his bed and crawling onto her. “You’re not fucking sorry at all.” He said, sucking roughly on her neck. “You know how I get.” He marked her chest as well. “And I know you fucking love me like this.”

Jealous Dan was the best Dan.

He rolled her onto her stomach, grabbing her by the hips and propping her up, spanking her on each cheek.

“And you know what happens to naughty little girls when they make daddy angry.”

There they were, the words that made a chill run down her spine.

Two more smacks, one on each cheek.

She heard Dan’s belt being undone, and his zipper being pulled down.

He ripped her panties down, pushing her dress up and running his hand down her spine, placing his other on her hip.

Without warning, Dan shoved into her, causing a loud moan of pleasure and shock to escape her lips, earning her another smack.

“Naughty girls don’t get to moan.”

He thrusted so roughly into her, the bed was shaking. “Shit.” He groaned out, grabbing her hips with both hands, his fingertips leaving a bruise, his nails leaving marks and causing her to bleed.

She held in her moans fairly well, until Dan huskily moaned out “Sweet fuck.” Before reaching his orgasm.

He pulled out of her, collapsing into her body, careful not to crush her.

“But daddy, what about me?” [Y/N] whined.

“Naughty girls don’t get to cum.”

All of You – Part 4 (I Love Her, Rick) – Happy Valentine’s Day!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: Y/N convinces Daryl to let her come to Alexandria with him, after fighting with him. Makeup Smut ensues as she convinces him to take her along. They drive to Alexandria and meet Rosita and Rick, Rosita is pissed at Daryl, and Rick contemplates how to deal with the new situation. Daryl takes Y/N home. Smut AF. Post-Negan AU.

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Originally posted by sail-not-drift

“But, I don’t understand! Why do you have to go?!” You shout to Daryl as he shoves a few shirts into a bag and searches his eyes around the room, zipping up the bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

He locked eyes with yours and his eyes dropped in sadness a moment before facing you again.

“I have to go, Y/N. They’re my friends… The only thing left I got in this world, besides you.” He gestured to you, his breath heavy as his heart pounded with nervous energy. He didn’t want to go, he wanted like hell to stay with you and spend his life wrapped in your kisses, but he owed Rick and everyone else so much more than that.

“I’ll come with you!” You say quickly as your stomach did flips at the thought of Daryl leaving you.

Daryl smiled softly at you at the thought, quickly shaking his head and his eyes turning sad again.

“Nah. I don’t want you out there.” He nodded outside the window, toward freedom.

You grit your teeth and glare at him, as he pulls a Negan and presupposes you can’t do whatever the fuck you want. You fold your arms and stare at him defiantly.

“Besides, I don’t know how Rick and everyone is gonna take you…” He says, staring at you biting his lip, hating having this conversation.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You snap angrily, shaking your body sassily about, with your arms still folding tightly around you.

Daryl’s eyes fall to the floor, staring harshly at it, “ You know, Y/N…” He says softly, not wanting to look you in the eye.

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You coughed into your hand, trying desperately to cover up the broken moan threatening to leave your mouth as Rami’s finger continued it’s work underneath the table. You tried to remain casual, answering all of his parent’s questions as you avoided his smug gaze. He loved watching you squirm, and though right now you couldn’t belief he would do such a thing, you had been the one to suggest trying a few more risky things outside of the bedroom.

“I fucking hate you,” you whispered as his parents both stood, clearing the dishes before the headed into the kitchen. Rami laughed as he grabbed your thigh and turned you to him.

“Wanna go see my old room?” he asked, smug smirk growing wider as you quickly nodded, grabbing his hand and letting him lead you up the stairs.

“God we are terrible. Fucking terrible disgusting people. Lock the door Rami, I swear if your mom walks in while I’m bent over your desk we are never fucking again.”


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Giving the doctor the good news.

“Hello, Mr. Eggman.”

“Oh, is it time for the next Sonic game? Go on then, tell me what role I’ve been given. Which villain is overthrowing me this time? Another monster of the week, or just another guy leeching my own traits? I better not be locked up in a room for the whole game again, I’m still pissed off about that.”

“Well actually, Mr. Eggman, you are still the villain for this one.”

“Okay, but what’s the catch?”

“There is no catch.”

“Eh…?”

“You have Sonic on the ropes.”

“……”

“And you have all these colossal robots running around, in this decimated city, with barely anyone capable of opposing you in any legitimate manner.”

“……”

“And… you’re successfully conquering the world. You’re successfully establishing the Eggman Empire.”

“……Conquering the world.”

“Conquering the world.”

“I’m successfully conquering the world?”

“You’re successfully conquering the world.”

“All on me?”

“All on you.”

“……”

“Go on…”

#1 Mitch Marner

Could you do a Mitch Marner imagine? Love your writing, by the way. Cant wait for the second part of the Matthews one!

Here you are Anon! I hope you like it!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 791

I want to hold him and tell him he’s doing a great job and that I’m proud of him.

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

“Mitch, open up.” you tried, knocking softly again as you leant against the locked door to your room. You were greeted with silence. It had been a rough night, the leafs had suffered a devastating loss after painful game in which they had frantically attempted to cling on to their singular goal for dear life. It really could not have gone worse. You felt for Mitch, you really did. He took losses so personally, tending to unreasonably blame himself. It pained you to see him so low and full of self-doubt. You sighed, sliding down the door till you were sat on the floor with your back against it. It was getting late but you simply refused to go to sleep whilst he remained in this state. That said, you didn’t think you’d be able to sleep anyway, knowing the pain he was in. Your whole body ached, you just wanted to make sure he was alright, and not being able to do so was killing you slowly. There was a faint click from above you, causing you to scramble to your feet. Trying the door handle again, you were elated to find it unlocked. You entered hesitantly, closing the door quietly behind yourself. The room was dark, with only the moonlight that peeked through beneath the blinds to illuminate it. Mitch was already curled up on his side on the edge of the bed farthest from you, with the covers pulled over himself and his back facing you. He was so still that the only indicator he was alive was the slight rise and fall of the blanket as he breathed. You sighed gently, moving to sit in the empty space beside him. “Hey,” you murmured gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t respond, continuing to stare blankly at the wall. “You know I still love you, right?” you whispered, kissing his cheek carefully. Deciding not to try and pry the guilt from him just yet, you settled beside him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you attempted to get some sleep. You were unsuccessful in your efforts. The sound of heavy breathing from beside you signalled that Mitch was dead to the world but you were still glad that he didn’t have practice tomorrow morning. Sometime during the early hours of the morning, Mitch rolled over, shifting so he could rest his head on your shoulder as he slept. You smiled softly at that, despite the way your eyes burned. You were so exhausted, but the thought of Mitch waking up before you and locking himself away again was enough to keep you awake. He didn’t begin to stir till sometime before seven, now spread-eagled across quarters of the bed. Still half-asleep, he rolled out of bed and padded across to the bathroom, then out to the kitchen and then returned back to the warmth of the covers. “Morning,” you greeted quietly. He groaned slightly, still not fully awake yet, and let out a large yawn as he rolled over to face you. You watched him blink a couple of times as he came to, his thick brown hair sticking up in every which way. You let out a small giggle, planting a small kiss to his lips as you savoured the few moments before he realised he was supposed to be moody. He was quick to chase another off you.

“Sometimes I think I’m not good enough,” Mitch blurted. You drew back to look at him properly, a hint of concern written into your features. “For you, the team-”

“Mitch…”

“I don’t get as many goals as everyone else. I can’t-”

“Mitch,” You tried but he continued to blabber. “Mitchell,” he finally stopped, looking up with wide, bright blue eyes. “The game wasn’t your fault.” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw. “You’re part of a team, it’s never just one player. And for the record, not everyone is Auston Matthews. Cut yourself some slack, from memory you have the fourth most goals for the leafs this season.” You didn’t miss the flush of red that tinted his cheeks as he glanced down at his hands, causing you to smile warmly and kiss him once again. “And you will always be good enough for me, no matter how many games you so happen to win or lose.”

He darted forwards, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, that unbalanced you and caused you to fall back onto the mattress as he kissed your temple gently.

“I really love you,” he murmured.

“I would hope so, or that would have been rather awkward.” you replied with a small laugh as his lips finally met yours.   

Lost girl | Peter Pan x reader

Trigger warning: abusive father

Tears streamed down my face, my heart raced as I cautiously watched my door. Waiting for my father to march in. A red handprint was visible on my cheek where he had slapped me. I find it sad what alcohol can do to a person.
I was too scared to sleep, so I stayed up and just stared out of the window. I had always liked stars, they calmed me down.
Hours went by and then the dreaded moment came. I heard my dad slowly walk up the stairs. Having no place to hide I began crying again.
Since my door didn’t have a lock I looked around the room for something to hold it closed. That’s when I saw my old Peter Pan book. At this moment I was ready to try anything, I just wanted to get away.
My father’s footsteps came closer and closer. The cold winter weather hit me when I opened my window. My dad had reached the top of the stairs.
I closed my eyes as I spoke.
“I believe.”
My dad threw open the door and stormed in. I had nowhere to go. The dark and twisted look in his eyes scared me, making me jump back in fear. I felt the windowsill against my back and I knew I didn’t have another choice. I jumped.
As I quickly neared the ground I shut my eyes and prepared for the impact. But it never came. I carefully opened my eyes, gasping when I saw what had happened. I wasn’t falling anymore, instead I was soaring through the air in the arms of a shadow. Below me I saw the lit up streets of London. The town looked beautiful from up here.
After a while we weren’t above London but above an Ocean. What looked to be mermaids swam at a fast pace, regularly jumping out of the water.
In the distance I could see land nearing.
We kept flying ‘till we reached the island.
Suddenly the shadow let me go, making me collide with the ground.
I groaned as I slowly pushed myself off the ground.
All around me (a/n are familiar faces) were trees. I couldn’t see anything through the darkness of the forest at night. The sound of a twig snapping made me jump up.

“Who’s there?” I asked, my shaking voice betrayed how scared I really was. About ten figures emerged from the dark woods. All of them seemed to be teenage boys.

“Look at that, boys. We have a newbie.” One of them said, I guessed he was their leader since the others stayed behind him.

“Who are you? Where am I?” The boys laughed a bit, making me glare at them.

“My name’s Felix, and you my friend are in Neverland. Now, what’s your name?”

“Y/n” I said, keeping my distance. I knew I wished for this, but could wishes really come true?

“Well Y/n, welcome. These are the lost boys by the way.”

“So are you like their leader or something?”

“I’m not, he is.” Felix said, while pointing to someone behind me. I turned around to see a young boy sitting on a rock. His dirty blonde hair was slightly messy and his green eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

“Hello, I’m Peter Pan.” He said, walking towards me. His British accent made my knees weak.

“This must be a dream.” I couldn’t believe it. How can Peter Pan be this hot? And of course I couldn’t believe the whole Neverland thing either.

“Trust me, it isn’t.” Peter said. “So Y/n, how would you feel about becoming the very first lost girl?”

“I’d like that.” I smiled, anything was better than staying at home with my father.

“Good, you didn’t have a choice either way.”

A/n two updates on one evening… I’m kinda proud right now 😂 anyway I hope you enjoyed it, and don’t forget to send in your requests if you have any ☺

grandparents just showed up and my sister and I are both hiding locked in our rooms so they don’t think we’re here aFTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME like I do not want to be attacked for being on antidepressants again no fucking thank you gtfo

Falling [Phillip x Reader]

Length: 1973+ words

Genre: ANGST

TW: Character Death

A/N: So I heard that George Eacker was 27 when he had his duel with Phillip- a 19 year old?? Anyways, this one took a lot out of me because Phillip’s death was already so painful, and now I have to describe his emotions as well /cries. I really tried to capture Phillip’s depression in this short fic. If you need me I’m going to be locked up in my room for a few days. 

“Why?” Phillip demanded. He was at the doorstep of Aaron Burr’s estate, his fists clenched by his side, and tears lining his eyes. “You’ve already denied me the right to see Y/N in her last moments, and now you won’t let me come to her funeral?!“ 

“Go home, son,” Aaron replied coldly. 

“Bu-”

“There’s no reason I should see you again.” He closed the door, and Phillip fell to his knees, tears freely falling from his face. Picking himself up, he walked sluggishly slow back home.   

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Protected (Part 2)

summary: reader witnesses something horrible and somehow Bucky ends up being her bodyguard

warnings: mentions of violence, some angst, swearing

word count: 1344 (woah)

a/n: Bucky will come to the rescue soon!! let me know if you like it!!


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Arriving home, I quickly locked the door. My back against the door I finally felt like I can breathe again. I closed my eyes only to open them after a few seconds. I could still see his eyes and that smirk, shivers running down my spine. I took off my backpack and placed it on a barstool in the kitchen. I took off my shoes and jacket. Being inside, I was warming up again, but only physically. On the inside I felt cold and uneasy. I hadn’t turned on the lights yet. I didn’t need to, honestly. The lights from outside illuminated most of the living room and the kitchen. But I felt exposed so I closed all the curtains in the living room and in my bedroom. 

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The Men

There is the man who died before he could see me as an adult after taking years of his life to raise me the way he thought I needed to be raised even though he couldn’t love me the way I needed to be loved.

There is the man who doesn’t know I carry half of his DNA.

There is the man, my brother, who frustrates and infuriates me but would cross oceans to protect me. 

There is the man, Jesus Christ who died because he loved me more than any life he could have lived on this earth.

There is the man, my Heavenly Father, who I’ve walked away from time and time again, who I ignore and forsake even though he will never forsake or give up on me.

There is the man who touched me in his garage before I ran away.

There is the man, related to me, who locked me in a room ten feet away from my mother and tried to seduce me.

There is the man I met young, when I was on fire for God who lived states away and looked at me like a friend because my friends were far prettier than I. Then I moved closer and he moved closer and I was too scared to feel anything for this man and I brushed him aside when he did see me. Then he met his chosen and beloved and they married and grew a family and I felt selfish and stupid for feeling hurt because it was my fault. 

There is the man who gave me my first kiss after too much alcohol shortly after I was 21.

There were all the men who I kissed the summer after college because kissing felt too good to stop.

There is the man who was blurry and dashboard blue and the words he wrote and an ocean away who spit out the falsified objects of affection.

There is the man who flirted with me, made me feel special, took me on my first date, held my hand, stole my bracelet, and was doing the same with several other girls. 

There is the man I was in my very first relationship with at the age of 27 but only for a few months and I felt more friendship for him than was fair so we parted ways.

There is the man who I can’t get over. The one who I gave my virginity, the one who I’d give my heart to, the one I’ve never felt things as electrifying as I do when I’m with him. He’s the one just beyond my reach terrified to let me in. The one I’m pining over, broken up about, confused in blurriness because. 

And then there’s you. The one I could never have, would never have, the one I would have given up everything for. The one I met through poetry, the one I wrote poetry with, about, for. The man I dream about, the one I’ll never feel. You’re my alternate reality but you’re getting married and I don’t know why I feel so hurt and abandoned, because again, that’s so selfish of me. 

There are men who don’t and won’t see me because I’m not ideal. The men who create a fear inside my soul that I’ll end up alone because I’m the perfect combination of too much and not enough. 

Every one of these men made an indentation in my skin or left a bruise, or cut open a wound. I’m either beautiful because of them or despite them.

What Do We Know of Love?

Ah, yes. Another Soulmate AU… in which Molly and Sherlock find their matches through a government agency and are legally required to marry. Cue angst… and fluffiness, of course. This is pretty much just me decompressing from my Big Bang fic and trying to find my muse again. 

Mycroft stared up at the walls of St Bart’s and sighed. Straightening his shoulders, he slowly made his way inside and past the bustle of weekend workers to the depths of the building. Here, in the fluorescent-lit halls, the only sound was the click of his shoes against the tiles and the occasional tap of his brolly.

The door to the lab was locked and the room was completely dark, but he knew… he knew she was in there.

Running. Hiding.

Glancing up at the CCTV camera in the corner, he raised his eyebrow. Almost immediately, his phone buzzed with an incoming message from his PA.

55249

He nodded to the camera in thanks and inputted the code on the keypad. The automatic lock slid back and he slipped inside. He shut the door behind him and reached for the lightswitch.

The lights flickered on to reveal Molly Hooper sitting on a stool at the far end of the work bench. She didn’t look up at his entrance, her focus completely on a piece of paper in her hands. Her hair had fallen out of the elegant updo and her white gown was rumpled and slightly dirty from her run across London. But it was her expression of utter defeat on her face that brought him up short.

Taking a moment to compose his words, he slowly made his way over to her.

‘I was wrong, you know.’

Mycroft stopped a few steps away from her.

She smiled sadly and traced the edges of the paper. ‘I was selfish. I thought I could change his mind… convince him that love wasn’t a weakness.’ A tear fell onto the paper. ‘But I was wrong. Because if this is strength, I want no part of it.’

He tilted his head. ‘You don’t mean that.’

Molly took a shaking breath and swallowed thickly, her eyes shining with fresh tears. ‘No, I don’t,’ she whispered. ‘But I wish I did.’

‘You are what he needs, Miss Hooper. Whether he believes it or not.’

Sniffling, Molly forced a laugh. ‘He may need me. But he does not want me. And he will never love me.’

‘I regret to inform you that you are once more very much in the wrong.’

She glanced over at him.

Settling on the stool next to her, his legs brushing against the folds of her gown, he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and sent off a quick text. Three minutes was all he had now. Hopefully it would be all he needed. ‘You see, my brother is an idiot. A genius, yes, but an idiot nonetheless. Comparatively, of course, to myself. He does not believe in anything intangible, anything that cannot be quantified.’

Molly’s left hand twitched involuntarily, drawing Mycroft’s gaze.

‘May I?’ He gestured toward her arm and, after a moment’s hesitation, Molly let him take her hand. Turning her palm face up, he brushed his thumb across the pale white initials along her wrist.

WSSH

‘He has spent thirty years begrudging whatever deity, universe, god, or what-have-you, that he was marked, determined to defy the inevitable. And when he met you… well, you are unquantifiable. How could it be that a stranger had been predetermined to be his perfect match? How could some unproven force break his soul in two and place the other half in someone inferior to his brilliance?’

If possible, Molly’s shoulders dropped even further. Her voice wobbled as she said, ‘So I had no chance. He was set against me from the beginning. And the only reason he accepted me was because of this.’ More tears fell on the paper in her hand.

Mycroft sighed heavily and took it from her. The letterhead at the top bore the mark of the Soulmate Registry and from his brief skim of the contents, he deduced that it was the confirmation letter of her match to Sherlock and the resulting legal requirement to marry.

‘That may have been true at first,’ Mycroft stood and tucked the letter into his breast pocket, making note to push the new legislation negating the Soulmate Marriage Law through as soon as possible. ‘But you are his Soulmate. And whoever designed this whole thing… well, they must have known you would change his mind.’

Laughing humorlessly, Molly shook her head. ‘No. No, I didn’t. I failed. And I don’t know how much trouble I’m in now, but I… I can’t marry him. I tried… I really did. But…’ She closed her eyes. ‘I fell in love with him… and I couldn’t hear him promise himself to me, to love me… not when I know it’s not real.’

‘Wrong.’

Molly’s eyes went wide when it wasn’t Mycroft’s voice that spoke, but a familiar deep baritone from behind him. Mycroft stepped aside and turned to the doorway. Haggard and disheveled, his tuxedo torn and his bowtie missing, Sherlock was breathing heavily and staring at his runaway bride with a thunderous expression. But Mycroft could see the relief in his eyes.

Stalking across the lab, Sherlock zeroed in on Molly with singular focus. She swallowed thickly and jumped to her feet, nearly stumbling over the train of her dress in her attempt to back away from the approaching storm.

‘Sherlock,’ Mycroft said warningly.

Halting a few feet from her, Sherlock struggled to rein in his temper. ‘You ran. You left me at the altar and ran. No phone call. No note. No bride. Just an empty church and my Soulmate somewhere in London, hiding from me.’

‘I didn’t want to force you…’ she whispered. 

‘Force me?’ His face darkened and he glowered at her. ‘I would not have been waiting for you at that altar if I did not want to be.’

Her breaths coming rapidly, Molly stared up at him in hesitant hope. Sherlock took another step closer.

Molly stepped back and a flash of sadness crossed Sherlock’s face.

‘Do I make you feel so unwanted?’

Molly glanced away, unable to stop him from deducing her unspoken answer.

Suddenly, he reached out and grasped her hand. She shuddered at his touch, the warmth of his hand warming her aching heart. She tried to tug her hand back, but he held fast. His own mark burned at the very touch of her, the pale-white MEH throbbing in sync with his racing heart.

He murmured, ‘You are wanted, Molly Hooper. I want you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that…. I’m sorry that it took you leaving me at the altar for me to see that a future without you is a future I want no part of.’

Molly stopped struggling, caught in his earnest, vulnerable stare.

‘I want to have your kindness and compassion, to see your brilliance and courage. I want to be your husband, your Soulmate… the good man you inspire me to be. Everything I didn’t know I could ask for, I found in you.’

Her mark burned hot as his finger lightly caressed the pale flesh.

‘You were right about one thing, though. I am a selfish man.’ He closed the distance between them, holding her hand captive against his chest. He was close enough now to see the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, to see the thrum of her heartbeat in her throat, to hear the slight hitch in her breath when his body brushed against hers. ‘So what makes you think I’ll ever let you go?’

Molly licked her lips, her mouth suddenly quite dry. Her pulse raced against his fingertips as she breathless asked the one question she needed answered above all else, ‘Do you love me?’

Their future together balancing on the edge of a knife, Sherlock knew there was only one way to truly convince her of his feelings. Cupping the back of her neck, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Immediately, the world around them faded as their marks burned bright, the sign of two souls not only meeting, but accepting the other. Molly gasped against his mouth, her eyes going wide before slowly closing as she melted against him. Sherlock caught her around the waist and held her tightly, relief and joy flooding his body as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss.

Having slipped out some time before, forgotten by the couple, Mycroft stepped away from the lab door and pulled out his mobile.

Wedding Scenario Beta is now a go. Regroup the wedding party.

Aries: Tearing yourself up for other people will never do you any good, it is time to focus on you.

Taurus: You are loved, and you are so so valid, and I know my words may sound hollow to you but they will forever ring true.

Gemini: Take your meds, and never let yourself fall that in love with anyone like them ever again.

Cancer: Explain to them why you lock your doors and windows, and where the monsters hide in your room.

Leo: Stop running away from your past, you can never really outrun who you used to be.

Virgo: They’re now just a ghost, but eventually they’ll stop haunting your daydreams.

Libra: Throw out their pillow, their t-shirt, their old video game, and eventually you will throw out the memories of them too.

Scorpio: Time to throw open the window. You are not a prisoner anymore and it is time to come back to the real world.

Sagittarius: You are not a metaphor, and the train wreck you’ve decided to make is not beautiful, it is just tragic.

Capricorn: Stop getting high, it will never mean you are actually getting better, just better at covering it up.

Aquarius: I know those dreams are beautiful, but hold them up to the light and you’ll see where all the holes lie.

Pisces: Your feet are made for things other than running. Now, it’s time to dance, sweetheart.

—  This week’s horoscope.
Adventuring

Prompt: Fingers

Rating: M (NSFW)

There was nothing that got him more aroused than watching Lucy grind her foes into the dirt…and her in that little red dress.

He watched as she fiddled with the lock, hissing a few choice swears when the lock decided to be difficult that night. Again. The front desk promised up and down that they would fix it while all the guilds were out celebrating the closing night of the Grand Magic Games.

“We assure you, Ms. Heartfilia, that we will have it fixed by the time you return to your room.” they said.

“Our priority is our guests every comfort.” they said.

He was considered dense by most, but even he knew it was just a way to get the famous Lucy Heartfilia out of their faces. She could be quite terrifying when on her war path, as she demonstrated two days ago with the one-on-one battles.

Anyone who didn’t throw themselves out of her way were fools. Anyone that promised something to the celestial wizard and didn’t uphold it were even bigger fools.

Natsu couldn’t help but be extremely amused as she grew frustrated, knowing better than to interfere at great personal risk. Five seconds later, Lucy sighed and twisted the key, doubling with a hard bump of her hip on the door; it popped open with a crack, probably broken. Just watching her manhandle a fucking door got his body whirring.

“These guys are not getting a good rating from me.” she muttered, already slipping inside and leaving the door ajar for him. “'We promise that we will fix it immediately, Ms. Heartfilia.‘” she mimicked a mousy tone, kicking off her heels as she went. “Thank Mavis tonight is the last night in this chintzy hotel.”

He shut the door behind him, checking that it could still lock. After hearing the mechanical gears grinding in the door, he nodded in satisfaction before turning around to face the hotel room and a very irritable blonde with champagne in her system.

Overall it had been a fun night. When all the guilds got together at the palace, it was always a party. He ate his fill of food, played his bucket list of pranks, and didn’t steal the crown this time! He even got to beat Sting in an arm wrestling contest.

His heart was warm at the sight of his guild enjoying themselves and letting loose after a stiff competition. Stiff competition, he thought with a chuckle, for second place. Fairy Tail always won because they were the best.

But, what warmed his heart the most was Lucy. The sight of her in that red, form fitting cocktail dress and the red stilettos filled him with much more than admiration. He spent most of the night diverting his attentions to her, watching her move through the crowds with that megawatt smile. Oh, but when she was walking away was the best view.

The way she greeted rival guild members like old friends or quickly shut the occasional hopeful smuck down got him riled up, praising every lucky star in the sky that he got to escort her: that he got to put his arm around her and be in her personal space. Natsu Dragneel had the privilege of touching her, being at her side. Nobody else.

It was thoughts like those that left him short of breath, a burn pounding away in his chest.

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956 // Morning sesh

Woke up a little late today because i seriously think that i’m on PMS week now. This is why i’ve been so lazy moving around and i just want to eat and sleep the day off or lock myself up in my room the whole day.

What’s funny is that when i opened my eyes this morning i just thought “what the hell, i don’t want to spend my remaining days on this trip in bed—like i need to get up now”, and so i did. I washed my face and made my bed but upon looking at my phone i thought “ugggh the weather is nice, and i needed to be under the sun or my body will perish so i opened up the balcony door and just sat down for awhile and enjoyed the heat. But then again never have i ever took a selfie upon arrival to this place so my vain self said “okay let’s take a quick pic and binyagan mo na ‘tong place na ‘to and announce that your presence has finally arrived.” Lol. Me and my silly monologues. But yeah, took quite a lot actually. Hahaha. And nagpa-cute lang din ako sa snapchat account ko kasi inaamag na, hayuup.

Pero ayun na nga, i’m awake now. So, what’s the plan? Calling out @beauinparanoia, @chescarriffic, @lurkingchaos, @kwento-sa-likod-ng-sxlita, @beautifulthieveries and for those who are JUST in the area whom i cannot tag just because—ene? Haha.

Thoughts on watching “Captain America: Civil War” on Blu-Ray again...

Steve:  *Is responsible for leading and then botching the mission in Lagos, Nigeria because he brought an unprepared team member AND totally misread the situation in the first place - leading to 11 people dying and many more injured.*

Wanda:  *Is responsible for the 11 people she killed by not being able to control her powers and being untrained enough for the mission.* 

Steve and Wanda:  *Fluff off the 11 deaths in about two lines of dialogue, plus a couple of furrowed brows during the meeting with Ross.*

Steve and Wanda:  *Never refer to the screwed-up mission or the 11 deaths again. Doesn’t really seem to bother them.*

Wanda:  Waaaah! You locked me up in my room!  How dare you??  *Proceeds to escalate airport fight to deadly proportions, causing injuries and millions of dollars in damages*

Steve: Literally CHOOSES NOT TO DO the Right Thing (which is protecting the many) and runs off to save his one pal instead, becoming the catalyst for many more deaths and injuries and millions of dollars in damages – thus giving up the right to be Captain America (and he knows it; hence his throwing away the shield).

Fandom at large:  Everything Steve does is right because he’s Captain America!  We love Steve and Wanda!

Tony Stark (with not too much screen time but making the most of it…): *Takes complete responsibility for all his actions, especially blaming himself for Ultron even though he’s clearly NOT completely responsible. In fact, takes utter responsibility and blame even at the expense of his own health and well-being.  Cares probably way too much. Listens to the pain of a mother who lost her son in Sokovia; lets it affect him personally and terribly. Tries to the utmost of his ability to keep the Avengers safe and together. Pays for all their shit, including stuff they blow up and destroy – and probably funds an army of lawyers and advisors to pay damages to the people injured and the families of the people killed as collateral damage on Avengers missions.  Keeps Wanda SAFE in a SAFEHOUSE because she’s a visa-less foreign national who could be killed by Ross’s goon squads or imprisoned without bond at any time - also because she just KILLED 11 PEOPLE. Feigns going along with Ross even though he doesn’t trust Ross, because he wants to keep everyone safe and together and knows politicians don’t stay in power forever and that contracts can be negotiated. Tries valiantly throughout the story to use reason and rationality, offers of compromise and negotiation, to get Steve to at least listen to his side – because guess what, the Avengers actually do need accountability. Is rebuffed again and again but still tries. Brings Spider-Man to the airport SPECIFICALLY to “web ‘em up” and capture HIS FRIENDS WITHOUT HURTING THEM and finds it’s Cap’s side that escalates the war. Has to endure the grave injury of his best friend Rhodey and no doubt blames himself for that too. Goes to Steve’s side IMMEDIATELY when he gets the evidence that Bucky was not the Vienna bomber, to try to make things right. Bravely goes alone in a helicopter through a raging ocean storm to the Raft, at tremendous danger to himself, to try to find out where Steve is – knowing Ross could lock him up, too, and no one would be the wiser. Is stunned and appalled by what he finds there, but has to play the high-stakes game and get his information and get out if he wants to somehow save the Avengers and help Steve.Has to endure the cruel jibes of Clint, which he hides his feelings about.  Escapes the Raft, flies more than 6,000 miles to Siberia, ALONE in the armor, to try to make amends. Almost succeeds– until he finds out his erstwhile friend kept the most terrible of all secrets from him for two years. Reacts as any human would (since he JUST SAW video footage of the murders of his parents, and the murderer is standing right there…).*

Fandom at large:  Aggghhh!  Tony locked up Wanda and brought a child to the airport fight and then he attacked Bucky!  He’s a spoiled rich guy with no feelings and no morals! 

“Civil War” screenwriters Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely (on the Blu-Ray): Steve is better than Tony and a greater moral character.

Tony Fans: ………wtf

Private Chamber

Hey folks, so here’s another nasty story about banging Kylo Ren. Spent more time on this one, it’s a bit longer but not overwhelmingly. Hope you enjoy it!! ;)
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I paced the hallway nervously several times before I reached his door. I knew sooner or later he would sense me so I choked down my fear and stepped up to his door; with a surprise he opened it immediately. He probably knew I was out there the whole time, I thought and grimaced to myself.
I was a little curious as to why he had his mask on. He didn’t have it on earlier, why the sudden need for concealment?
“Hello again, Kylo Ren. Found your mask, I see.” I said, nearly floating into his room.
“These are risky times. The resistance scum lurks and one must always be prepared.” He responded quickly and led me into his room, locking the door behind us.
I looked around at the dark room, the lights were very dim and I didn’t see a bed. Just a small table, and a few chairs against the wall.
“Nice place, but where’s your bed?” I turned to look at him. He walked over to the small table with his arms folded behind his back, “Darkness never sleeps.” He looked at me and after a brief silence he continued, “Just kidding…” He pulled a handle on the wall and a bed folded out. I was not expecting to see silky smooth, bright white sheets. They looked immaculate as if untouched by any human before. I assumed he rarely slept, and immediately felt the need to tuck him in and watch him drift off, but I also wanted his naked body on top of me again.
“Wow, much nicer than mine, commander. Jeez, if I get promoted again will I finally get some decent sheets like these?” I laughed nervously and looked around the room.
“Don’t be so nervous.” Kylo whispered behind his mask and stepped towards me, he was now only inches from me. I looked up at him, so tall, such strong, broad shoulders. I put my hands on his huge biceps and sighed. I don’t know why you make me so nervous all the time, I thought. He put his arms around my waist and I reached up to lower his hood, smiled and pushed him onto his bed. I thought I heard him laugh as he lied down putting an arm behind his head and the other on his belt.
I kneeled down at the end of the bed and started unbuckling his boots, I took them off one by one and looked up at him, noticing an erection in his pants. I blushed, and started for his belt when there was a buzzing at his chamber door. He growled and sat up.
“I’m not to be disturbed right now.” He yelled.
“Sir, it’s very important.” A voice said over the intercom.
Kylo got up in a rage and opened his door. I hid behind his bed and peeked to see a worker I had never seen before, I couldn’t hear what he was saying but he looked flustered. I was relieved to know that I wasn’t the only one a little unnerved by him.
“These matters concern your general, do not disturb me again.” Kylo Ren said grimly.
“I beg your pard-” he was suddenly choking and gasping for air. Kylo had his hand up from several feet away and was force choking him. I had to hold back my laughter and excitement. He threw him out and slammed the door shut. The lights flickered and he looked over to me. I couldn’t help but smile at him. Seeing him so angry and violent made me want him even more.
I got up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Won’t you take that mask off now?” I quietly spoke, trying to hide my racing heartbeat.
“The next person who intrudes on me is getting a light saber through the chest.” He put his hands on my back and tapped his fingers along to his racing thoughts. I pulled him over to his bed again and sat him down. I tried to inspect his helmet but could not figure out how he took it off. Sensing my frustration he removed it at last and looked at me with his big, dark eyes; his sweet lips pouted and his black hair curled around his face. He looked so tired and weary. I leaned over to kiss him and he closed his eyes. For the first time, I felt a vulnerability coming from him. I sensed he was unsure about something, but didn’t know what. I backed up to look at him as a whole again, as if reevaluating him.
“Stop trying to figure me out.” He said, and his brow furrowed.
I felt my face burn red, and tried to steer my thoughts back to where they were before the intrusion.
I looked down at his bare feet and got up.
“Lie down.” I said, and he obeyed. He put his hands behind his head and smirked at me. I straddled his legs and reached for his belt, unbuckled it and noticed his lightsaber under his robe. I’d never seen it before. Why was he armed now? What was he expecting to happen? Before I could reach it, he snatched it and put it on his night stand. I tried to ignore this, and got the belt off around his robes; I pulled his long black clothes over his head, his gloves came off and down onto the pile of clothes in the corner. I had to stop and admire him, lying on his pristine white bed, bare chested with his black leather pants still on, his handsome face staring back at me in anticipation.
He breathed hard and I reached down to the thick bulge in his pants. I caressed it and it grew larger. I unbuttoned and unzipped, leaned down and wrapped my lips around a giant, throbbing cock. I swirled my tongue around the head and Kylo trembled. I glanced up and caught his dark eyes watching me. I continued to gently suckle on his cock, and moved down to his balls. Licking them and stroking his penis with my hand. He was shaking now. I started kissing his thighs while I jerked him off. I licked up and down his cock, feeling every vein with my tongue and he ran his fingers through my hair. He was so gorgeous, his eyes closed and mouth gaping open in pleasure. I bobbed up and down while he moaned and panted faster. On the verge of orgasm, he stopped me so I started kissing his happy trail up to his stomach and chest. He held me in his big arms and kissed me. I touched his handsome face, feeling the stubble on his chin, and staring into his beautiful eyes. In the right light they looked almost green. He was so gorgeous, I brushed his soft, black hair back behind his adorably large ears, kissing them and biting on his earlobes,
“I want you inside me now.” I whispered.
He growled deeply and started pulling my long black night gown up over my head as I kissed his neck. He grabbed my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and I slid his huge cock inside me. I was riding him while he lied his head back, “I love fucking you, Kylo Ren… This is all I think about.”
“How about… I just keep you in here as my slave… I could fuck you whenever I wanted…” He said between breaths.
“Ohh please do.” I said and he smiled up at me.
He leaned forward and picked me up, threw me on my back and started fucking me with all his might. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. I grabbed his ass, and ran my hands up and down his back feeling his soft skin and powerful muscles. I felt his strong arms and chest; his hair hanging down in front of his face. He thrusted hard, biting his lip, and started massaging my clitoris with his huge fingers. I couldn’t hide screaming with pleasure. He was so handsome covered in sweat, his naked body dripping on me. I kissed his chest and neck and lips and he shivered; moaning louder, I felt his hot cum inside me. I held him tight and came hard while he continued humping. I locked fingers with him and stared into his eyes, he was so gorgeous, so young and eager to please. Still hard inside me, he turned me on my side and lied on his back so that we were in a sort of scissor position. He slapped my ass and pushed his cock deep inside me. I moved my hips in a circular motion, faster and faster. I held his leg tight in front of me and we fucked each other until he was shaking again, “Kylo, I want to taste your cum.” I spoke into the cold, dark air. It must have been nearly morning now; hours had gone by like an eternity of bliss. He breathed harder, pulled out his cock and masturbated himself; I rolled onto my back and he kneeled over me. With a long sigh he ejaculated all over my face while I held out my tongue. I licked his cum off my fingers and swallowed while he watched, panting, mouth gaping open, drenched in sweat.
He finally collapsed next to me and closed his eyes. He fell asleep immediately. I pulled his white sheets over us, lied my head on his chest and held him tight. I looked upon his handsome face again and stroked his hair until I too fell asleep…

I Thought You Would Never Hurt Me Part 2 - A Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 1

Carl’s POV
I am such an idiot! I thought to myself. Why did I fuck this up? I had the most perfect girl and now I lost her over some girl who doesn’t even matter to me. I hated myself for causing her so much pain. I had to see her. I walked back over to Daryl’s house. I knocked and no one answered. I knew Daryl was still out so I let myself in.

“Y/N?” I asked. No one answered.

I walked upstairs and checked her room. She wasn’t in there; I heard noise coming from the bathroom. I knocked on the door and I heard the noise stop. I knocked again and tried to open it but it was locked.

“Y/N, please open up.” I was getting worried.

“Go a-away.”

I shook the door and it still wouldn’t budge. I finally forced it to open and my heart shattered into a million pieces as soon as I saw what was inside.

Y/N POV
There I was sitting on the floor, razor in my hand, my wrists covered in blood and tears falling from my eyes.

“Carl, I, I” I tried to speak but nothing came out.

“Y/N” he said rushing over to me and hugged me. He grabbed a wash rag and wet it down placing it on my wrists.

I couldn’t even cry anymore. All the pain had gone away and I was sitting there on the floor of them bathroom with Carl. I was empty. 

“Y/N, why did you do this?” I heard him ask.

I couldn’t even speak. I just sat there with my razor still in my hand staring at the floor. 

“Y/N please answer me baby”

“I wanted to feel pain” I admitted.

“You promised that you would never do this again.”

“Yeah, and you promised me that you would never hurt me Carl. But i guess promises are made to be broken” I said looking up at him.

He just sat there with guilt and hurt on his face. We sat on the bathroom floor for what seemed like hours and he finally cleared his throat and was about to speak but he stopped. 

“Carl” I finally said, “you really want to know why I did this?”

He shook his head yes.

“You cut me so deep, Carl, and I wanted to feel that same pain on the outside.” 

“I honestly hate myself for hurting you, Y/N. I know that sorry won’t undo any hurt that I have caused you. If there is anything I could do to make it up to you, please let me know.” He says with tears building in his eyes.

“Carl, will you just hold me?” I ask him.

He moves over to me and pulls me into his arms. It made me feel so much better, as much as I hated to admit it, I was happy that I was in Carl’s arms. 

“Y/N please forgive me. I don’t want to lose you. I love you so much” 

“I love you so much Carl. I forgive you, but please don’t ever make me feel this low again.” 

Carl kissed my forehead. “I won’t ever babygirl. I will love you and treat you like a queen for as long as I live”