my heart is so weak already


he’s so beautiful (´▽`ʃƪ)♡


(GIF is not mine, but I adore it) 

Requested: No! But the new trailer gave me so many ideas!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst. 


Everything has happened so quickly. You walked away from Peter for one second to go grab a drink and just like that your feet were dangling in the air, a tight metal arm wrapped around your waist.

 When you let out a blood curling scream the gymnasium became silent–and everyone looked your way. You struggled, making your heels fall off and hit the tile floor with a ‘clank’–and Peter looked at you helplessly, unsure how to exit without ‘Vulture’ noticing.

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My Muse

Genre: Smut | Fluff | Mini Series


It was very much so a compulsive physiological need. An addiction if you will. But to term it as such would be too much of an overstatement, or rather extreme. A more correct expression to describe this feeling would be an obsession, an idea or thought that continually preoccupied the mind of the beholder. Resembling that of wildfire, this manic craze that manifests on its own free will was unpredictable, uncontrollable and untameable. And although it was easy to ignite, to extinguish it was a challenge in and that of itself. Especially when there was only one way to satisfy what seemed to be my insatiable desire to touch, my desire to please and be pleased, and my need to control.  

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You’re My Alpha

Anon asked: can you make a theo raeken imagine/smut where the reader starts to hate the pack because since theo came back to town the pack told her to stay away from him/ are overprotecting asf but she finds theo attractive and theo convinces her to go against the pack & she become bad & they become the badass couple of beacon hills - I’m sorry for my english but hope you understood & I also love your page

Word count: 2459

Warning: Contains smut, blood, little bit of violence.

Pairing: Theo x Reader

A/N: Wow I had inspiration for this one! Hope you like it and thanks for the request!

The pack had warned me. I had been warned on numerous occasions, I couldn’t come near him. I didn’t have the right to be in his presence. He was dangerous, a threat, and I was in danger.

They were repeating it a lot and at the beginning I listened to them. I avoided being in the presence of the threat as best I could. I was doing my best. But I couldn’t chase away the emotions that roamed my body when I saw him, when I thought about him, his face, his eyes, his lips, imagining his hands on my body…

Theo Raeken.

I had done everything to avoid him, but he was the one who stick me when I was separated from the group. He had waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to isolate me in the locker room of the school, my back sticking against the lockers, him in front of me, hands on both sides of my head, his face so close that I could feel his hot breath against my lips. So close, I was dying to cross the meager distance that separated us to eat his appetizing mouth. I knew I couldn’t, I had been forbidden, and the pack had even become hyper-protective towards me. There was always someone with me. But not today. And he knew it. He also knew the obvious and burning desire I had for him and according to Stiles who hated him bitterly, Theo would use my feelings against me. Against the pack. But there, his body pressed against mine in the empty dressing rooms, the sound of our breathing being the only perceptible sound in the silence, it didn’t jump to my eyes. He was devouring me with his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y / N. Why are you hiding? Why do you stay the little wolf with the broken leg that drags out of Scott’s pack? Why do you need so much protection?” He whispered softly against my lips.

“Because I’m human,” I answered him just as gently, unable to detach my gaze from his lips.

“Stiles is too, and he’s not followed 24/7,” he added with a smile. That smile that was always makes me melt.

“Well,” I began, my mind empty of all answers. He had a point.

Theo put his hand on my cheek and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You’re strong, you don’t need them, you don’t need their protection. They slow you down, they want to hide your true potential,” he added in a sinister tone that gave me shivers of excitement in the back.

“They say you’re bad …”

“They say a lot of things … because they don’t like me … Scott wants to keep the control on his pack, that’s all he wants, he wants to keep you on a lead, he thinks you’re too stupid to act on your own will,” he continued, advancing a little more toward me. I drank his words like an alcoholic in need. He was right. Scott was stopping me from flourishing. He was keeping me in a cage.

My breath accelerated when I felt his lips resting against mine, magnetised. Theo put his hand on my waist and left the other against my cheek. I opened my mouth to ask for more, I wanted more, I needed more, to feel his skin against mine, his warmth, his smell, I wanted all this to belong to me.

“Let her go! ”

A wolf growl and then Theo was thrown away from me against the lockers. I opened my eyes abruptly to see the scene. Scott had rushed towards Theo, and held him brutally by the throat against the rickety locker. He was strangled and struggled as best he could, his face becoming more and more red. For his part, Scott was angry, his muscles were protruding under his t-shirt and even though he was back at me I could very well imagine the red eyes of the Alpha who was burning with hate.

Without thinking, I rushed at them shouting.

“Leave him alone!” I shouted, scowling at Scott’s back, not letting go.

“Why do you defend him all the time!” He grunted. “He’s evil! A traitor! ”

I stopped beating him, hesitant and then crossed Theo’s gaze who was still struggling. He nodded scarcely toward Scott and I understood.

“What are you doing here Scott … you followed me?”

Scott turned his red eyes at me, angry.

“Well …” He started.

“Why are you following me all the time?” I repeated calmly.

“To protect you!” He added grumbling towards Theo.

"I know how to protect myself!” I added, feeling the anger boil inside of me.

“No you don’t know! You are naive and silly, looks where it led you!” He raised his voice.

For my part, I was shocked by his words. I looked at Theo again. He was right; Scott thought I was weak, stupid and naive. And I was going to prove him wrong.

I backed up without saying a word and grabbed a Lacrosse stick that was dragging on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, but the rage blinded me. He didn’t like me. I wasn’t weak!

It was on this thought that I pushed as hard as I could the stick behind Scott’s head, which was thrown a few centimeters on the ground, thus releasing Theo who looked at me with amazed eyes, coughing. But Scott already started to get up again, angry, so I that time I didn’t hesitate and ran to him to knock him over and over with the stick until his face was covered in blood. The rage was burning my muscles and controlling my body. Then I ran to Theo, helped him get up and ran away from the locker room without a glance at Scott.

We were in Theo’s car, who was driving us to his hideout to make us safe. For my part, I was looking at my hands full of blood since we were in the car, my breathing jerky and fast, a buzzing in my ears. What had I done? And above all, why didn’t I feel guilty? The guilt would have consumed me and made me cry, but I didn’t feel anything.

"What does it do? ”

I turned to Theo who glanced at me, satisfied, while keeping an eye on the road.

“What does it feel like to be finally free and powerful? How do you feel after you have demolished the face of your alpha? ”

I held his gaze and felt a naughty smile stretching my lip.


It had been several weeks since I had joined Theo and left Scott’s pack. Chaos broke out everywhere in the city, fires, deaths, blood flowed afloat. And I still couldn’t feel guilty. I had Theo by my side, I felt strong, powerful, invincible and above all, I no longer felt constrained to Scott’s stupid regulations. Don’t kill? Death is natural and violence is in the nature of the human being. I had nothing to do with Scott and the others. My alpha was now Theo.

I was waiting for Theo’s return, sitting in the car when my door opened and I was forced out of the vehicle before landing painfully on the ground grunting in pain.

“At last we find you, traitor!” Growled a voice that wasn’t unknown to me. Malia.

I wanted to get up, the rage bubbling in my body, but she put her foot on my face to stop me.

"Gently …” Another voice began. Scott, of course.

“ Why? She killed and massacred many people!” Malia added.

"She had to be controlled by Theo,” Stiles said.

An inhuman laugh shook my whole body followed by a dark silence.

“You’re so stupid, no one controls me,” I mumbled. “ This is who I am. ”

“Then you’re better dead!” Malia grunted, catching me by the collar to get me up to her height. It was the perfect moment, so I took the knife out of my belt and sank it into her stomach. I saw the light of her blue eyes slowly extinguish and her eyes darkened as she let go of me to put her hand on her bloody wound. I took advantage of the general consternation to place two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loud as I could, alarm between me and Theo. Immediately, my alpha came out of the shadows and jumped into the melee close to me, a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” he began before putting his arm around my waist.

“Theo …” Scott spited as he pulled out his claws while Stiles was with Malia.

“Tut tut tuut …” Theo whispered. “You’re not strong enough, Scott. You are no more than the shadow of yourself. Your little protégé will not come back and you will never control her again. She’s mine,” he finished, ferociously pressing his lips against mine. I groaned with pleasure opening my mouth and our tongues danced for a moment in a passionate ballet, temporarily forgetting our enemy who were facing us.

“Come on, darling, finish the work so that we can continue this,” he finished as he heads for the car, grabbing my butt as he passed with his powerful hands. I smiled and then turned back to Scott, who was staring at me with tears in his eyes.

“Y / N … please, listen to me …”


Scott didn’t have time to react and felt on his knees, with his hand on his stomach, blood flowing from the ball I just shoot. I had no regrets.

“I don’t have to listen to you. You’re no longer my alpha,” I finished before getting into the car. Theo made the tires crunch and we left the parking lot.

“Are you hurt?” Theo asked me, glancing at me as he drove.

I looked at my bleeding elbow, the only physical wound I had.

“No,” I replied.

“It was really sexy …” He added, licking his lips. “When you put them down like that, the guilt on their faces. It was … exciting. ”

I stared at him for a moment before approaching him like a cat, as sensually as possible while licking my lips, hungry.

“How exciting?” I asked  before putting my hand on his crutch, which was already starting to get hard when I had barely touched it.

He took his eyes off the road again for a moment to plunge his gaze into mine, burning with desire.

"Incredibly exciting. I wanted to take you there, in front of them, and fuck you until you were no longer able to stand on your feet. Until you cry and beg me to let you come. ”

My hand squeezed his crutch making him grunt. He couldn’t touch me, he had to keep his hands on the wheel, and I knew that it was a frustration to him, to the highest point. I continued to stroke his erection over his pants, first gently to raise the pressure, then more and more brutally, making him growl every time. Feeling that he appreciated the treatment, I undo his belt and jeans button before descending his zipper and releasing his privacy from the tissue barrier that imprisoned him.

“Fuck, Y / N …” Theo muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at the end of his surprises.

I leaned over him and lowered my head until my mouth was a few centimeters away from his reddened cock, not moving for a moment in order to raise the sexual frustration. Then I gave a chaste kiss before licking his cock which made him groan. Satisfied by his reactions, I didn’t wait any longer and began to suck him. First from the base to the bottom, then taking it all in my mouth while my hand kneaded his testicles still trapped in his underwear, creating extremely erotic sucking sounds. Mixed with the many moans that came out of his mouth, the excitement in me rose more and more and I already felt the humidity between my legs, sign of the obvious desire that I had at that time.

Then I felt his hand rest on my head and grab my hair to guide my movements and I let him do it. He kept groaning and grunting for a moment while continuing to move me against his erection, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t plan to let him come that fast.

I put my hand on his to remove it from my head and raised it to cross his eyes. I smiled and pulled my pants out; I straddled him and put my mouth against his neck, which allowed him to still have a good view on the road.

“Fuck, Y / N, you really want to do it now?”

For only answer I planted my teeth in his neck, strong enough to cause him pain but not enough to cause bleeding. I packed my panties on the side to clear my very wet entrance and took my other hand to place his erection in the right place. Then, before he could say a single word, I lowered on his hard erection while groaning in his ear.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunted in a hoarse voice and I felt the car zigzagging for a moment.

“And you’re so big,” I answered, licking his earlobe, satisfied. I began to move, first slowly, from top to bottom, still irritating him a little. But I wasn’t entirely satisfied and I didn’t intend to stop there.

I retired almost entirely before I plunged again, very quickly and hard. I felt the tip of his erection bump the wall of my inside and I groaned hard enough against his ear, which caused the car to zigzag again.

“Fuck Y / N!” Theo repeated with a pleasure grunt.

I continued my movements, fast, jerky, powerful, while continuing to groan his name. I knew he was dying to touch me. To take me, to punish me, to slap my ass. And to have the control was exciting me even more.

“I’m close …” He mumbled in my ear. I was close too.

“Me too ah …”

A few moments later Theo came in me and I had a very satisfactory orgasm that left me panting, still sitting on him. Then, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips, I left him to return at my seat, a satisfied smile on my lips.

“Y / N …” Theo began without looking at me, smirking.

“Yes sweety?” I asked him seductively.

"Wait a little until we get to the hide-out … you will get your punishment.”

I put my hand through my hair before answering.

“You’re the alpha…”

I Forgive You

I forgive you for hurting me
I forgive you for loving me for seven years, only to break my heart
I forgive you for breaking my heart in the most devastating way
I forgive you for cheating
I forgive you for ignoring me, for never even calling to break up with me
I forgive you for emotionally abusing me for all those years
I forgive you for taking all my pain, weaknesses, & insecurities & using them against me
To tear down my already limited self-esteem
I forgive you for constantly lying
For constantly making excuses
I forgive you for using me
For walking all over me
I forgive you for manipulating my love for you into putting up with so many problems
So many red flags
I forgive you for insulting me
For publicly humiliating me time and time again
I forgive you for saying such hurtful, scarring things like, “How do you think it makes me feel when one of our friends looks at a girl SMALLER than you & says she’s too BIG for them?”
I forgive you for wasting all of my time
I forgive you for tainting every good memory of my life over our years together with your betrayal
I forgive you for having no remorse
I forgive you

What I can’t forgive is myself
For putting up with you
For putting up with your intolerant, judgmental, & dysfunctional family
For always taking you back whenever you’d cry your eyes out to me because I never wanted to hurt you
For sacrificing my own happiness to stay in an unhealthy relationship to make you happy
For giving you a place to live when you needed it, rent free for 5 years, and never thinking that you were using me
For keeping the pain of our problems inside because I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, even my closest friends, because I knew they’d all judge me for not leaving you
For not having any self-respect
For never listening to other people’s concerns about how you treated me
For still dwelling on our relationship & the pain you’ve caused me after all these months
For not learning these lessons sooner
For not loving myself

Because that’s what it all boils down to, right? I didn’t love myself when I loved you.


But I love myself now. More than ever.

I love the person I’ve become
Stronger, smarter, more resilient, happier…

So, thank you.
Thank you for being weak enough to lie & cheat
Thank you for being a coward & never calling me to end our relationship
Thank you for hurting me in a way I could never have even imagined hurting you
Thank you for making me realize what a wonderful, deserving person I am

I’ve learned & I’ve grown so much. And now I know what I won’t put up with in my next relationship.

Thank you for setting me free for the guy out there who actually deserves me. I can’t wait to give him all the love I have bottled up inside of me that I would’ve wasted on you.


❛ But what I’m doing now is taking back who I used to be! ❜
❛ I came to save you. I came here to meet you. ❜
❛ I must do whatever the winner of the duels tells me to do. ❜
❛ If it’s for someone you love…how you feel about others doesn’t matter. ❜
❛ You keep lying to yourself for as long as it takes. ❜
❛ I feel it’s hard for me to deal with a place where there are so many people.  ❜
❛ People find it hard to doubt those they’ve fallen in love with. ❜
❛ They can’t even imagine they’re being deceived and used. ❜
❛ I am a doll with no heart… ❜
❛ I thought that no matter what befell my body, my heart wouldn’t feel the pain. ❜
❛ I don’t want to look at the real stars. ❜
❛ You really don’t know what’s happened, do you? ❜
❛ By all means, stay in this cozy little coffin. ❜
❛ No matter where you are, I’ll find you for sure.  ❜
❛ I used to think that sincerity was valuable… ❜
❛ The star that was originally an angel, but chose to become the Devil. ❜ 
❛ If you won’t defend your precious things, people will take them from you. ❜
❛ Believe in miracles, and they will know your feelings. ❜
❛ I loved the look in your eyes when I hurt you. ❜
❛ I suppose you have no choice but to revolutionize the world. ❜
❛ It’s that memory that’s been supporting you up until now. ❜
❛ You stand here before me because of the illusion you’ve created! ❜
❛ At that time, at that place, who was actually there and who was not? ❜  
❛ Eternity means lasting forever, right? ❜
❛ I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy, being forced to last so long. ❜
❛ Eternity doesn’t exist in this world, does it? ❜
❛ It’s just that one could think that a heart that longs for eternity is beautiful. ❜
❛ Do you suppose happiness is something close to us, after all? ❜
❛ What a coincidence. That tea is poisoned too. ❜
❛ I’ve betrayed you all along. ❜  
❛ For a moment…you looked it. ❜
❛ That may be, but we, we are leaving on our own free will. ❜
❛ It’s a big mistake thinking you’re the only one who can turn into a car! ❜
❛ But that’s the sort of person who receives miracles. ❜
❛ Perhaps geniuses are incapable of human emotion. ❜
❛ But was that really such a good idea? ❜
❛ Am I wrong? In the end, you and I are the same. ❜
❛ That’s what allows you to enter the dueling arena!  ❜
❛ Only those with beautiful memories are allowed to wish. ❜
❛ That sort of sacrifice is what is always demanded. ❜
❛ I always thought you were stronger than anyone… ❜
❛ I’m the one who’s always been there in her heart! ❜
❛ Yet I have no problem taking him from you. ❜
❛ You must hate me for what I’ve done. ❜
❛ I want everything to disappear! ❜
❛ It’s like something was stolen from you and made you a coward! ❜
❛ Without a care in the world, flaunting the power you all were born with! ❜
❛ I can’t just ignore everything that’s happened. ❜
❛ What I want is to surpass everything. ❜
❛ I want to become like him. I want power like his. ❜
❛ We should all just hurry up and forget all this. ❜
❛ That’s how the world works. ❜
❛ But sincerity by itself changes nothing. ❜
❛ I’ve taken enough risks to buy the power to change the world. ❜
❛ Dresses don’t go with swords. ❜
❛ Now it’s my turn to go. ❜
❛ This is…this is…I know this! ❜
❛ But…I’ve seen this before. ❜
❛ Why does she fight on? ❜
❛ Don’t you think this is strange? ❜
❛ Somehow, they all start to look the same, and that frightens me. ❜
❛ Girls are…in the end girls are all like Rose Brides. ❜
❛ So don’t be afraid of this world where we’ll meet… _________! ❜
❛ Open your heart and talk to people, and anybody would accept you, I’m sure. ❜
❛ I don’t want the power to revolutionize the world. ❜
❛ Even if I’m not worthy of you, please, be with me for at least this instant. ❜
❛ God made both men and women, because that is the most ideal combination. ❜
❛ I already took mine off. ❜
❛ Because I love him…because I love my brother! ❜
❛  I don’t know what it was, but if something was taken from you, then take it back! ❜
❛ I always thought you were stronger than anyone…and yet now you seem so weak. ❜
❛ I’m the one who’s always been there in her heart! I’ve beaten her in the end! ❜
❛ The way before you has been prepared. ❜
❛ Ancient creatures died and left naught but fossil fuels, like coal and petroleum. ❜
❛ Without that sacrifice, our present energy civilization would not exist.  ❜
❛ I know that you’re the same as myself.  ❜
Belle wanted to believe that everything would be okay, that the Beast would be okay. But as she sat, his head cradled in her lap, she knew time was running out. It had already run out for Gaston, though that had caused her only a momentary pang of regret. He had been a horrible man. While she never would have wished his fate on anyone, she would not bother to waste tears or time on his memory.
The Beast, though, was another story. She didn’t want him to become a memory. She wanted him to stay there, with her, alive and well. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was for inadvertently sending Gaston to the castle in the first place. Yet looking down at him, she knew that her chance to do that was quickly slipping away. The Beast’s breathing was labored and his eyes were shut tight, the pain clearly overwhelming his body. Softly, Belle reached down and ran her fingers along his cheek.
When the Beast felt her touch, his eyes opened. “You came back,” he said, looking at her with pure love. He lifted his paw and brushed back a lock of Belle’s hair.
“Of course I came back,” she said, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. “I’ll never leave you again.”
The Beast lifted his shoulders in the slightest shrug. Then he sighed. “I’m afraid it’s my turn to leave,” he said, his voice weak.
Belle shook her head. No! she wanted to shout. Fight! Don’t just give up! Not after all we’ve been through. It took me so long to find you. Despite her best efforts, the tears began to fall. The Beast’s head was growing heavier in her lap. As she stared down at him, she felt her heart already breaking. Against the odds, the Beast had shown her true beauty. He had shown her it was okay to be different. He had shown her it was okay to feel lost and made her realize how desperately she had wanted to be found. She had learned that things were not always what they seemed, that people could surprise you. He had given her the one thing she had always longed for—something more. And now? Now he was dying in her arms.
Struggling for words, Belle choked back a sob. “We’re together now,” she said. “It’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”
“At least I got to see you one last time,” he said. As he spoke, his paw dropped from Belle’s hair. His eyes closed. His breathing grew slower, and then it stopped altogether.
With another sob, Belle threw herself over the Beast’s still body. He was gone. And she had never told him she loved him.
—  The Beast’s death scene, from the BatB novelization (requested by anon)
favourite rap monster photoshoots

this boy is model material AF and if you aren’t convinced then prepare to wack yourself on the head after reading this post. to those who well and truly already know this, enjoy this post to your hearts content. :)

1. GQ Korea Magazine (2015)

i would do chem just for him

ummm ya boi was sporting some hella hot-nerd + skaterboi looks pls appreciate

2. Nylon Magazine (2015)

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Shu Headcanon (valentines part 3 edition)

Your gasps and moans were music to his ears.
His finger moved faster to get a better reaction from you.
You held onto the sheets and yelled out his name.
‘Heh..dirty woman..say it again.’
'Shu…’ you say in a strained voice.
His finger started hitting your g-spot and pleasurable shudders ran through your body.
'I want you. All of you. Do you understand?’ Shu’s voice is deep and demanding.
'Ye-yes! Yes Shu!!’
You felt how wet you were, the noise turned you on more. But you still needed more too.
'Then should I take you? Completely? As only mine?’
'Yes!!’ God, it’s all you’ve ever wanted!
'Then give me your life. Let me have your weak human soul.’ He says in your ear.
You feel that cold shiver down your spine again.
Shu stops and makes you look him in the eye.
'Tell me.’ He demands.
'Yes.’ You say earnestly, 'I love you. So only Shu can take my soul. You already have my heart ’
Something changes in his eyes and he kisses you.
'I’ll take you as mine forever you know…’ His lips against yours.
'I know.’ You stroke back strands of his hair. 'I want that.’
He moves to your neck and pauses.
'You will die for me?’
'Yes.’ You take a deep breath and close your eyes.
His lips kiss your neck gently before his fangs sink deep into your flesh.
You gasp in pain. His fangs were in so deep and the blood was pulsing into his mouth.
’S-Shu!’ You panic as you feel lightheaded, his hands soothe you, one strokes your hair as the other holds you close to him.
There must be an enormous amount of blood loss already.
Your eyes open and you notice you can’t focus on anything.
It was getting dark, your head was fuzzy and you started to numb.
Shu was close to the point he should stop if he wanted to change his mind, if you wanted to change your mind.
He stopped, 'Y/n? Do you still love me? Even now?’
Shu’s voice was faint, but you clung onto it desperately.
You hear him hum happily as you feel his fangs again.
This was it. Goodbye Shu.. goodbye world…

You wake.
Why was you awake? In Shu’s room?
You groan as your throat burned. You felt dried blood on your chin, around your mouth.
Shu gathers you to him.
'You’re awake.’ He kisses the top of your head.
'Heh? Shu?’ You look up at him. His handsome face, his brilliant blue eyes, his strong..tasty looking neck.
Huh? Tasty? You could smell it.
It made your mouth water.
Shu noticed this and smirks.
'My bride, are you thirsty?’
'B-bride? I am very thirsty.’ You hold your throat as it burns again.
He flips you so you are on top of him, he exposes his neck to you.
'My love needs to feed on bothersome..but I guess it’s my duty now.’
'F-feed?!’ You gasp and realise how looking at his throat, the thick throbbing vein made your stomach rumble and your theist constrict.
' look so feral…’
'Bite me..drink from me. And tell me how I taste.’
You lower yourself down to him and the smell of him drives your senses mad. He smelt so delicious…
You find yourself kissing his neck, tasting his skin. Feeling the vein beneath it.
Sharp little fangs emerges inside your mouth but before you knew you had them in his neck.
Shu grunts and holds you steady.
You drink his blood as if it were wine. So tasty…
He moans more and you grind against him.
His hands on your hips. Sliding down your panties. Pulling down his own.
You need to feel him as you drink him. You need all you can get of him.
Every part of Shu inside you…
He starts fucking you and immediately you are drawn into a heaven of blissful pleasure. It felt so good, so intense.
You stop drinking now and then to gasp and groan at this never ending orgasam.
He pants as he fucks harder, 'I know..’
He growls and bites into your breast. He drinks from you and soon both of you burst into flames of hot pleasure.

Shu has you wrapped around him, both if you covered in sweat and blood.
He strokes your hair.
'Heh..I was just thinking how happy I am.’
You look up at him.
'I’m glad you died for me. I’m thankful.’
You smile shyly and cuddle into his chest.
'I love you. This wasn’t how I was expecting valentines to go you know…’
Shu chuckled. 'Me either…but I’m glad your mine forever now.’

au where cas is colorblind and experiences pure color for the first time (‘with these cool glasses, cas, i saw them online’ 'im not sure about that dean’), and is fascinated by the blue sky, the red cars and berries, the golden sunlight but most of all he’s fascinated by green

his heart tightens as he sees all the colors the leaves can be, and he doesn’t understand how people can just step on grass so green and alive… he’s already tearing up until he turns around and sees a happy, beaming face and twinkling eyes with the most gorgeous array of green and gold he’ll ever see.

weak-kneed, cas takes a few steps forward, cupping dean’s face in his hands. dean looks surprised, blushes, and sam observes with a shocked smile once cas whispers a choked, shaking, “dean… your eyes.”

Cuddling with Winwin
  • adfg my first request for a memebr of the china line
  • i’m so excited for doing this, i love this baby so muchhh
  • he’s just so adorable and innocent and he’s so clueless all the time
  • is imposible not to love him am i right or what
  • shoutout to anon for requesting this!!!
  • also, give this cutie lots of love dO YOU HEAR ME
  • tbh, i don’t see sicheng being a clingy person
  • maybe sometimes he would do cute things for you like playing with your hair or back hugging you maybe
  • but normally, you’re always the one who starts the skinship
  • and when you do it’s not even something crazy 
  • is just simple little things like honding his pinky
  • or maybe give him a little kiss in his cheek
  • but even innocents things like that gets him SO flustered
  • but, going to the story, you guys were alone in the dorms that day and the rest of the members wouldn’t comeback until some hours
  • and since the moment were taeyong said that he was doing nothing but thinking about cuddling you
  • there are times when the only thing he has in his mind is wanting to hold you and kiss you and repeting you for hours how much he loves you
  • he just can’t do it and he feels so upset and disappointed in himself
  • don’t get him wrong, though
  • he’s so deeply in love with you, he would do ANYTHING for you
  • the problem is just that he doesn’t know how to show it to you
  • but you noticed that every time he feels like this the way he acts is really different so it’s easy to tell
  • he gets really silent and tries to avoid your gaze at all costs and he keeps playing with his fingers
  • he just really wants to cuddle but the words won’t go out of his throat and it killing him
  • so you have to do the first move before he explodes of something lmao
  • “sicheng? since we have the dorms for ourselves what if we watch this movie that i just found in netflix, uh?”
  • “ah, s-sure thing baobei”
  • also he’s scared of having awkward moments with you while cuddling
  • this sounds a bit weird?? but like
  • he just would never be able to forgive himself if he makes his own partner feel uncomfortable while doing something that both of you are supose to enjoy
  • and of course you noticed this
  • so, when you cuddle, you do it while watching a movie or before sleep
  • and in that way y’all avoid any awkward moments because you’ll be busy watching the movie or really sleepy
  • and he’s so grateful towards you for being so compressive, you have no idea
  • and while cuddling it’s always the spoon, always, it’s the most convenient one for y’all
  • for you because you’re always the little spoon, so you get him to backhug you and sometime to recive some kisses
  • and also is convenient for him bc you can’t see his blushy face and smiley face
  • so there you were
  • sicheng’s arms were around your waist, with his hand under your t-shirt, exploring your skin, his touches were making you feel more and more sleepy
  • and do you remember that i told you about cuddling before sleeping?
  • that’s the moment when he opens up the most to you
  • when he heared you yawing he smiled and putted you closer to his body
  • he even dare to leave a few kisses in your jawline and neck, making your heart race
  • “i-i really love you, y/n, really”
  • “i love you too, sicheng”
  • he would never get tired of hearing that words coming from you
  • you were able to make him feel so weak with simplest things
  • while you are sleeping he always gets really sincere with his feelings
  • asking to an sleepy you to forgive him for things he can’t control
  • “i’m so sorry for being like this, baobei, you deserve so much better, and i promise you that i’m trying my best, y/n”
  • my heart is broken why is this suddenly so angsty
  • little he didn’t know that you weren’t asleep yet
  • hehehe >:)
  • “i know you are, baby and i really appreciate it”
  • you turned around to see his face but even before you could even blink he was already kissing you
  • his soft lips felt like heaven and he never stopped touching you in that dedicated way that always drove you crazy
  • you snuggled up in his chest, the sound of his heart calming you
  • “sleep with me a little, baby”
  • you could tell that he was smiling without even looking at him
  • “sure, baobei, the movie you choosed was so boring that i was going to fell asleep anyways”
  • “ugh, shut up sicheng, you know that i choosed it randomly”
  • he giggled at how adorable you looked while being angry
  • “you’re an angel, right? you’re just too good to be real”
  • ok, so i’m gonna finish it here bc idk if this is what y’all expected??
  • but, anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it anyways lmao <3
Take Care

An unfinished fic I totally forgot I had been writing. Pregnant Bulma is sick and an awkward helpless Vegeta tries to take care of her. 


“Hey, Dad? Have you seen Mom today?” Trunks asked Vegeta. He was toweling off, straight from the shower room in his training area. He had one down the hall from Vegeta’s. He hadn’t trained in months, and Vegeta had been so pleased to see his son active, that the question threw him off guard.

“What? Of course I’ve seen her. Just this morning.”

“At breakfast?”

“No. She always eats later than I do.” He smirked knowingly at his son. “Lazy woman…” But Trunks’s eyebrows furrowed.

“We were supposed to work on something earlier today. She wasn’t at the lab, so I came up here to train. I just figured she forgot.”

“Hn. You’re mother doesn’t forget easily.” He frowned slightly. “Why don’t you just read her ki if you can’t find her? It’s weak, but it’s not that hard to find.” Vegeta said gruffly. Trunks sighed with exasperation.

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Pour some sugar on me

Harry, Ron and Hermione are at a muggle club. How they had Harry agree to this is still a mystery to him. He is not feeling it. At all. He is standing awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor, while people keep bumping into him. It would be easier to just dance, like the rest of them, but there is no way in hell! Instead, he watches Ron and Hermione dance in a tight embrace. He blushes as they start snogging like there’s no tomorrow. Bloody fantastic! The music changes and some dude starts singing something about love being like a bomb. Ron and Hermione seem to agree. Harry sighs and wishes he could vanish on the spot. But disapparating in the middle of a muggle crowd would probably end in a hearing at the Ministry. Head Auror or not.

He looks around, trying to ignore the fact that he’s basically standing there all alone like some idiot. That’s when he sees it. Across the room, barely visible. But he would spot it anywhere. A wisp of blond hair. His heart starts beating faster. No, it can’t be. Not here. He narrows his eyes, tries to see past the sea of people. He starts to move forward unconsciously, pushing people gently but firmly out of his way. And then he stops dead. Because this has to be some kind of trick. An optical illusion of some sort. It can’t possibly be true. Draco Malfoy, embraced by a muggle girl, moving carelessly to the music. His hands are on her waist, while her arms are thrown around his neck. They’re grinding their hips together in an almost obscene way. Harry can’t look away. He has to swallow around the lump in his throat as Malfoy moves his hands up and down the girl’s waist. Harry can only see her from the back, but that doesn’t matter, because he can see Malfoy’s face. His lips twitch in a little smirk, his eyes are closed. He seems to be utterly consumed. Harry is shocked. He didn’t anticipate to see someone he knows tonight. Let alone Malfoy. Like this. And he certainly didn’t anticipate how that would make him feel. All weirded out and confused.

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Warning: This contains sex. If you are uncomfortable with this topic, please do not read this.

Masterlist linked in bio.

Something is different every time I come home.

It feels different, like the air surrounding the constraints of my house is building up an extreme amount of pressure around me. With every step I take I feel as if I’m being pushed back, and every step forward ends up a battle between my body and my heart.

There was a time where I believed this was because the hours of the day felt longer and I pushed my body past its limits. Coming home felt more like a chore for me, because my nights consisted of extra work at the office and a nearly one hour drive back home.

But the more I’ve tried to figure out why there was an uneasy feeling in my chest and a pit in my stomach whenever I walked past the front door, I’ve began to realize that it wasn’t the long hours or the agonizing drive back to town that made my home feel different.

It was Y/n. She’s different.

She isn’t here with me anymore. I often find myself feeling alone, resorting to bottles of wine or champaign to keep me off the brink of insanity. She used to always be with me, I can’t remember a time she wasn’t by my side. She was everywhere I turned, with her hand in mine, lips against my skin, her soft voice muttering the three words that consumed our relationship.

Those times when she was there for me, it was almost strange for us to not be together. We were a package, there was barely anything that was “I” anymore, it was always a “we.” And that was something that began to scared me. I was unappreciative of love, unappreciative of affection and the feeling a woman had given me. I was so immune to the euphoria it gave me that I had moved onto other things. I put my love life second.

She was never a first choice to me anymore. She was in the back of my mind, pushed far away from the life I was living. She could tell I was disconnected from the relationship we had, but she kept telling me she knew I loved her and that I was completely blinded by ignorance. She refused to leave until I told her I didn’t love her anymore.

I didn’t tell her that. I couldn’t.

It took me months for reality to hit—when I started feeling lonely and misplaced. I needed her, I needed what she had given me. It kept me sane, it kept me grounded. She gave me a set of direction, to know where to end up by the day’s end. Without her, there really is no start of a new day, or an end of a night. Every day is the same, and there was no sense of time.

Nothing moved without her.

I frown as I’m greeted with silence and complete emptiness. A place where I used to feel comfort and love has turned into a place that makes me feel anything but whole. It’s as if a part of me evaporates and every inch of me feels cold and numb.

If I were to just make her understand how wrong I’ve been, maybe the hurt in my heart and the squeezing in my chest would disappear. If she would to just greet me at the door, the way she always had upon my arrival, maybe the parts of me that died along with my relationship would begin to feel whole again.

But I never know what to say to her. I never know what to do. Because even though the both of us live in the same square feet, reaching out to her is as hard as ever. And it’s all because I never appreciated the times I was able to.

I slowly head to our bedroom, desperate to fight for the woman I had fallen in love with. I’ve waited too long to fix the pieces I’ve broken, and I’m convinced that if I were to waste another night with an empty side to the bed, I would completely break, too.

“Y/n?” I call, slowly opening our bedroom door.

“Y/n, baby, I really have to talk to y—“

I halt when I hear the voice of my love through the bathroom door. Her voice, the delicacy and sincerity of it, filling the increasingly deep spaces around us, almost patching up every crack between us.

"So tell me you’re strong, tell me you see. I need to hear it, can you promise me to keep your eyes open, my love”

My eyes flutter shut, resting my forehead upon the bathroom door, embracing the passion and beauty she always had within her.

To hear her, in such a way that I do now, brought me to a point of emotion I’d never experienced before. Every minute, every second I’ve spent without her is overwhelming me with utter guilt and sadness. She deserves better than me, so much better than me, yet she still hasn’t left me the way I left her.

I’ve always questioned it, why she hasn’t left me. She wouldn’t have had lost much, only the shadow of what once was my greatest and deepest love for her. She held on and never believed I’ve ever stopped loving her. She knew that in the end of all our conflicts, our love would conquer all. She knew that.

"So show me your fire, show me your heart. You know I’ll never let you fall apart if you keep your eyes open, my love”

In my moment of weakness, my shaking fingers grip the door knob to open the door. My love, Y/n, is the first thing I see. If not, the only thing I see. She’s lighting candles around the already filled bathtub, dimly illuminating the darkened bathroom.

Her head whips around when she hears the creek at the door, her once peaceful demeanor now uplifting into happiness when she looks at me.

"Harry!” She smiles softly, placing the lighter that was once held in her hands gently onto the edge of the bathtub. “I made you a bath. I know you’ve been working really hard lately. I taped the football game you missed last night, made the water extra hot, and have a towel out for you.”

I haven’t taken my eyes off of her yet, keeping my gaze right on her beautiful face, desperately hoping she can feel every bit of me craving every bit of her.

“And since you’re picky with the amount of bubbles you like in your bath, I left your favorite scented ones right by the shampoo. Lavender and kiwi.”

My heart melts as she speaks, her sweet consideration and thoughts for me making every inch of my body feel warm.

If there’s one thing about our relationship that has stayed the same through all this time, it’s her heart. It was always the most evident part to her. She genuinely cares and loves for me, always finding ways to make me happy and put me first. And even though I’ve given her nothing but hurt, she still cares for me the way she always had.

“Will you be joining me?” I ask, tilting my head slightly to the side as I look at her t-shirt covered body.

She picks up the lighter again, fiddling with the object between her digits. She presses her her lips crushing together in a straight line, hesitation evident in her lips.

“Oh, um—no. I have a lot of work to do and I’m assuming you want to be alone after yo—"

“Please” I whimper, my voice cracking, not giving a damn if I sound desperate and vulnerable.  

"I—I haven’t held you in a while.” I breathe out, my eyes fluttering shut, taking it everything in me to not run to her right now.

She bites her lip as she looks at me, as if searching for any trace of doubt in me. I need her, I need her back. I need to love her again, need to feel her love on me and feel her heart against mine. I won’t be able to live with myself if I break her away from me. If I don’t let her know how much I need her in this moment, she’ll never know, and she deserves to.

“O—okay. I can join you, then.” she blushes, fingers brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

We both undress until we are both bare in front of each other. And it’s now that I’ve come to realize the beauty of what we are given; everything we are gifted with. I haven’t seen her in such a state in a while, it’s impossible for me to resist myself as my fingers glide against her sides.

“You’re so beautiful, angel” I whisper, pressing my lips against her neck, “such pretty baby.”

She hums, wrapping her arms around my waist as placing her head gently against my chest. I brush my fingers through her hair as I kiss the top of her head, embracing the feeling of her body against mine.

“You should go in before the water gets cold.” she giggles.

I chuckle slightly, maneuvering my body from hers before I step into the bath. The water stings at first, but I quickly get immune to the temperature against my skin. She follows my movements, stepping into the bath and sinking into the water.

Her back is against my chest, her arms laying on top of my legs. I smile softly before I dip my hand into the water and rub it onto her skin. She hisses at the burn, but relaxes once the heat begins to sooth her muscles. Once her skin is covered in water, I wrap my arms around her waist. I place my cheek upon her back, drawing hearts along her abdomen.

Holding her from behind, I begin to move my lips along her damp shoulder. I’m not kissing her, not yet, but exploring every inch of her body with my most loving features.

“Missed you.” I mumble, my lips now feathering light kisses where her shoulder meets her neck. “Been missing you so much.”

Her head lulls back onto my shoulder, a small whine leaving her lips as she grants me more access to her now chilled neck. I kiss along her throat, keeping each kiss on her skin for seconds at a time.

"I’m so sorry, baby” I mutter, “I love you, I always have.”

My throat tightens as a tear slowly falls down my cheek. I hear her suck in a small breath as my fingers brush her chest, over where her heart beats.

"Come closer to me, you’re so far away.”

And both figuratively and literally, I feel her coming closer to me than she ever has before. We were touching, all parts of us meeting again into a loving bliss, and my surrender on keeping her away from me has become a treasure.

I lean closely to her ear, placing my lips upon her skin. My fingers find their way to her clit, the pads of them making slow but pressured circles against it.

She shivers as she moans my name, but quickly recovers after I whisper a raspy "Turn around.”

She does so as slowly as possible. We both know this isn’t urgent intimacy, it’s a time for us to become one, to connect in ways we haven’t in months. It’s a time for our love to resurface to where it belongs.

She grabs my face between both of her hands, lowering her face so that our foreheads and noses are touching. She kisses me passionately, her thumbs rubbing along my flushed cheeks. I grab her hips, lifting her up so that she can sink down on me. We both leave the kiss to moan, our heads back for only the slightest moment before she puts her face against mine again.

She moves her hips slowly, occasionally grinding her hips against mine. My teeth clench together as she slides against me after a couple of moments. Her eyes glisten as she looks passionately into mine, biting her lip as she watches me moan under her pleasure.

She moans, her mouth remaining open as my hips move up to meet hers. I continue to pleasure her as I begin to kiss her again, tongue rubbing against hers and lips mushing together in the most delicate ways. I take my hands away from her hips to her hair, where the hair tie holds every piece out of her face. I let her hair down so that it flows below her shoulders. I admire it for a moment, but quickly gather her hair between the palm of my hand and fingers, almost as if her hair is up again, and pull her neck neck down. She whimpers from the pleasure, her breathing harsh as I suck on every inch of her neck. Her fingers scratch my shoulders, but it’s the feeling I’ve missed ever so dearly.

"I love you. So much. My everything.” I pound into her faster, one hand in her hair and the other on her hips, giving her my all, in the most gentle way I can muster.

“Your everything” she manages to breathe out.

I run my lips against her again, every part of her, from her collar bones to her shoulders, and from her shoulders to the crease of her under arms.

“I’m there” she groans, I’m close.”

She reaches out for my back, and once she does, she slides ever so closer to me. The new position drives the both of us wild, and every part of our will-power disappears even faster than before.

She holds onto me, squeezing me, just like she used to. And she’s closer to me now, closer than I could have ever wished for, and I could never love her more.

blueberryrain  asked:

♡ If you don't mind answering, I wanna know what are your favourite Jungkook and Tae scenarios that you have written? xoxo

We don’t mind, you can ask us! well we like everything we’ve written of course hahaha but yes, there are some that are like all time favorites since we wrote them, so meet our top 10 (that turned to be a top 11 because we’re weak, lol) in no particular order:

Taehyung 💕

Jungkook 💕

Hope you have a nice time reading them if you haven’t already, love you lots 💗 

xoxo, admin Mars and admin Em!

Originally posted by goktugeminsafli

I got this request from @amanda13parker this is actually a plot she had in her mind and asked me to write and I was more than happy to do this. The character and plot was her, I literally just filled in words, thank you for letting me do this for you, love 🖤

I never wanted to be here, but I am and as the time passes I think I sort of like it, like him. I’m a scientist, was, I don’t know, maybe I’m a mad scientist now.
I used to try and create cures in a white lab and now I’m under The Jokers house in a basement creating deadly viruses.
I’ve come to find out, I’m good at both.

He came after me a few times and I rejected him, not in my best interest, the man doesn’t take no for an answer. The next time he came down to the lab he killed everyone there, except me. He had his men blindfold me and drag me to a van, it was freezing outside, I remember that much.
He didn’t do much torturing though, he knew I needed to remember everything, I needed to know what I was doing and I needed my focus. In a sense I’m a prisoner but I wouldn’t leave given the option.
I live here, upstairs in the room next to his, which at times is not that quiet and I’ve had nights where thinking of him, him and me, I’m not so quiet either.
The Joker, Mr. J is what he prefers from me, has made passes at me, at least that’s what it seems like. Even though he’s like that with just about everyone.
When he comes into the lab I don’t let him touch anything and he respects that but he has to have his hands on something and that’s usually my waist.
He stands behind me as I’m in a full white lab coat and he sets his hands lightly on my waist, I can feel the cool temperature of his hands through the coat and through my slip underneath.
Since I realized I might have something for this green haired man I never go a day without something black or something lace underneath my coat with a white slip over it. When he touches me the sensation is times ten just knowing I’m ready for him at any time, but I would never tell him that.

“What do we have here.” The sound of his cane and heavy feet startle me and I almost drop one of the glass tubes.

“Just some lab work Mr. J. Just a casual Friday.” I smirk but keep my eyes focused on my work.

He runs his hands above my work, being careful to not touch anything, I watch him from the corner of my eye till he makes his way behind me.
‘Again, he’s going to do this again. It’s such a tease and I get so frustrated.’ I’m yelling at him in my mind. I know what he’s capable of and I know what I’m capable of.
He’s got his ways without me but he’s also got a lot of ways with me.
He’s hands rest on my waist again, the feeling sending a chill through my body. A breath leaves my lips as he leans over my shoulder, I can smell him, I can almost taste him.

“What if we switch up casual Friday doll.” His voice is a low whisper in my ear and I can’t help but press my thighs together.

“What, uh did you have in mind Mr. J?” I swallow hard after the words come out.

He lets a hum out in my ear and his hands move up my waist, my hands hold onto the metal table I’m working on. He doesn’t say a word as he presses his hips towards me and I can feel how hard he is.
It’s usually a touch and go with him, this is different. My knee gives out as he presses against me and he catches me by grabbing me tighter.

“When was the last time?” He purrs.

I know what he’s asking but I’m finding it hard to find my voice, I swallow hard again and let out a deep breath as he presses his knee between my legs behind me.

“With someone, before I came here.” Which was over two years ago, a shaky breath leaves my lips as his knee slips further up.

He grabs my lab coat and lifts it enough so his knee can fit between my legs, he puts his hands on he metal table next to mine and he lifts his knee.

“You’re fucking soaked.” He groans in my ear.

He takes one hand off the table and moves my hair from my shoulder and gently kisses the skin there, he grazes his metal grill against my neck and bites my shoulder softly. My knuckles are white from holding onto the table so hard, my stomach is already swirling.
He lifts his knee so it’s pressing against my center and his hands go back next to mine as he grinds his knee up into me, I can feel his hard dick pressed up against me each time he moves up.

“F-fuck.” The word barley comes out, my mouth hung open from the feeling, its overwhelming.

I begin slowly moving my hips against him and I let out a moan, my knees feel weak already, my heart is pounding and I’m already close to my climax.
He presses his lips to my ear and growls, he holds himself pressed against me and flexes his dick and I let out a slight whimper. I grind on his leg, my hips pushing further back like I need more of him, I have no rhythm and no form because I’m already so close to coming on his leg, I can feel the jean fabric against my thighs and his heavy breathing in my ear.
I can’t take it any longer and I let out a loud moan as my body moves with each wave of ecstasy that rushes over me, my breathing rigid. My legs are weak and I’m holding myself up mostly by my arms as my hips slowly rock on his leg, letting me enjoy each and every small and big wave that comes through.
My head falls forward as his knee leaves from between my legs, I can feel myself dripping down my thighs and I let out a deep breath.

“We’re not done baby girl.” He grabs my wrist and tosses me against the wall in the basement, my head hitting the wall first.

“What that he’ll, Mr. J!” My legs still weak as I fall the the ground, my hand dabs the part of my head that was hit and my fingers have blood on them.

I go to stand up, using the wall as support but I’m brought back down as he kicks my legs out from under me, I let out a small scream as I fall again, the spot where his foot hit is throbbing, tears are making their way up but I fight them down. He comes over and laughs, that infamous cackling laugh in my face and grabs my hair pulling me to my feet.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long.” He growls and he presses my chest up against the wall. His hand moving from my hair to the center of my back.

My mind is so torn, the last time he hit me was in the beginning when I was leaning the rules, I must of done something wrong but I’m not paying attention to that right now, I’ve been wanting this, him, for a long time now.
He pulls my lab coat off by grabbing the collar from behind and ripping it down, the buttons don’t stand a chance.
He presses his dick up against me again and I moan, wanting him, needing him.
His hand reaching around my throat as his other hand unfastens his pants, I feel him, his warm dick against the back of my thigh.

“Whats this? Were you waiting for me?” He rolls his head back and pulls a knife out from His shirt and cuts my slip, the tip of his knife leaving a red trail down my spine.

Another deep breath and slight moan comes from my lips, I hear the knife get dropped and he tears the lace underwear off from the back and drops them by the knife.
I pressed his tip though my slit by pressing my hips back, and I’m digging my nails into the basement wall in anticipation.
The anticipation doesn’t last long as he moves behind me and thrust his hips hard and I let out a scream, he doesn’t wait for me to adjust to pick up his pace, his hand in my hair extending my neck as far as it will go back.
After a few seconds I do finally adjust to him, I can hear how wet I am with his every thrust that only seems to get harder. My screams and groans turn into loud moans of need for more. He’s relentless, the sound of his hips hitting my ass grow louder, and my nails are cracking as I dig them harder into the wall.

“Don’t come you fucking slut! I hear you at night, I know exactly how long you can last.” He pulls my head back by my hair till my back is arched and my head is resting on his shoulder.

A wave is already going through me from his words, the hair on my arms is standing up and I let out another scream, this time it’s his name. He doesn’t hesitate, he goes faster, I’m trying to keep my footing but my hips against the wall is my only support. My stomach is rolling and my mind is going hazy as my eyes close and my hips get pressed harder into the wall.
I hear him shuffle in his shirt and he pulls out a smaller knife, he digs this one into my exposed shoulder and carved a J in it, slowly.
It’s a combination of screams and groans, the pain adding to the fire I feel in my body, I can smell the blood from my shoulder and realize it is deeper than I thought.
He growls and licks the new carved letter and it stings and I cry out while he laughs behind me and only goes harder.
My mind trying to make sense of everything, the mixed pain in my shoulder and swirling in my stomach, the way he threw me and the words he’s said have my whole body in shambles. I don’t have to say a word and I feel him slow down as his dick twitches inside me, the sensations taking me far over my climax, I take it as a sign and I clench around him, wanting to bring my head forward but I can’t, I moan his name again and again as I reach my climax and come back down slowly.

He steps back from me and I stumble to the ground, my head spinning and my stomach still giving off a flexing feeling.

“You’re so easy.” He laughs, adjusting himself in his pants, “But you’re so fucking good.” He groans and palms himself.

He walks out of the basement and leaves me on the floor. I lean my head against the wall and waist a few minutes before getting up, I put on what’s left of my lab coat and find some safety pins to hold it together the best I can.
I go back to working, knowing some of these chemicals can’t be left out too long before they start effecting me.
I clean up the lab slowly, my legs take a few minutes to adjust and my knees still give out once or twice but I finally walk up the stairs and look around before running into my bedroom. I hear Mr. J next door, I can’t make out the words but he sounds upset. I rinse off in the shower connected to my room and change into a small black dress for dinner.
Mr. J requires me to dress up for dinner, even if he’s not here and eat every night at the dining room table, I hate it, but I do it .
I slip on a pair of red heels and walk down to the dinner table, I sit and wait, wondering if he will even be here tonight.
The cane gives him away first, I hear him walking down and he takes a seat next to me. After what happened, I can’t help but give him a smirk and I blush red.

“Don’t.” His hand comes across my face and then he grabs my chin tight and makes me look at him, my eyes watering, “Don’t think you’re anything special sweetheart.” He pushes my face away.

I put my hand to my face and a few tears fall down my cheek but I catch myself and sit up straight, “Just kill me Mr. J, if you’ve got nothing else for me, if I’m nothing to you after all this time,” I stand up and slam the glass plate against the table, smashing it into pieces between my hands, “Then do it.” I lean in close to his face and spit.

I grab a piece of the broken plate and walk back into my bedroom. I suppress the tears and push them back down to boil.
Mr. J and I have had two years together, we have had a lot of late nights together, he’s told me things and I don’t think he meant to but he did and he never took them back. He’s never had to threaten me to keep quiet, he knows I’m devoted to him, to my work.
His sexual passes were slim but the passes of him caring about me were there.
He’s been protective of me, killing guards because they try getting a little too close, making sure I’m well taken care of, he has a hard time asking if I need anything so instead he gets me everything. He’s taken me out, his hand never leaving my back, his eyes never leaving me.
I’ve helped him sober up after many drunk nights where he’s spilled secrets I’d take with me to my grave, he’s more complex than he leads on to be.
I know he can’t say he loves me, I don’t know if I would even call it love from his end but it’s something. I know he feels something.

I curl up in my bed, laying on top of the blankets and holding the piece of plate under the pillow. My eyes are heavy and I let them close.

“I can’t live without loving you.”

Those are the words I woke up to, Mr. J’s arm around me and his head resting on the pillow behind me. I let out a sigh and put my hand over his.

“You don’t need to say anything else.” I keep my voice a whisper.

“I do though.” His words are soft but I feel the head of his pistol against the back of my head.

I can’t help but let a few tears fall, he can’t live without loving me, so he would rather live without someone to love.
He’s so much sicker than people think.

“Just let me go.” I whisper, wanting out of his arms.

“I am.” His voice is lower.

“You’re such a selfish motherfucker.” I let a few more tears fall and take a deep breath as I hear him cock the gun.

“I love you Amanda.” The gun goes off.

It’s silent, until his own screams echoing though the house, my blood spread across his face and the bedroom. He kisses the J he carved into my shoulder hours ago. Pulling my lifeless body closer to him he whispers 'sorry’ over again and again.
He won’t ever admit to making a mistake but he understands the saying “You don’t know what you have till it’s gone.” on a deeper level now.
And Gotham will suffer from his guilty conscience till his last breath.

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Can you do a Stuart x reader where Stuart and reader are best friends and go to high school together and she gets cat called all the time and Stuart gets mad and tries to fight everyone who does it to her. One day he gets so sick of it and when someone cat calls reader he punches the guy in the face. Readers breaks up the fight and Stuart accidentally says ‘stay away from my girl’

Character: Stuart Twombly from the move “The Internship”

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I was talking to a mentor and they told me that the things we worry about are “very human things”. Jesus has already conquered….everything. Victory of the Sacred Heart. So they told me me letting worry run my life was me giving the devil permission to “steal my moments”. Self-sabotage.

I thought, I don’t think I have the strength to NOT give in.

And then it clicked: mercy. That’s the point. You literally *cant* spontaneously generate strength or trust on your own. It’s a gift of God’s mercy.

“When I am weak, then I am strong”.