not that that's going to be a thing until I do the pants and belt

Lip Biting

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 2.000+

Summary: Luke loves biting his lip out of habit and that is, according to some, the biggest turn on to date. 


“What?” He innocently questioned and looked up at you with his oceanic eyes that showed nothing else but what his tone was hinting at.

Of course he knew what he was doing.  

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Spice It Up

Originally posted by ljaureguis

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Actually this wasn’t requested lol I just felt like writing it

Note: Smut warning, y’all have been warned

Shawn’s P.O.V

“Why don’t you just tell her? She’ll understand I mean she is your girlfriend.” I sighed listening to my friend, me and Geoff decided to take a few drinks when we started talking about this…

“I don’t know how to tell her! ‘Hey Y/N! Listen I feel like we should spice it up a bit instead of having Vanilla sex and add a little kink!” I said flailing my arms having no idea what I was saying due to me being a little tipsy.

“Dude you’re not making any sense, here give me your phone.” before I could even protist he took my phone typing things in and handing me my phone.

“Relax i didn’t send it, wether you do or don’t thats up to you.” he said taking a sip of his beer.

‘Hey Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, we haven’t been having much ‘fun’ lately if you know what i mean ;) I love you and i just wanted to spice things up thats it, bye!’ You read the text and looked at your friend,

“I am not going to send this to her because this is stupid! I am going to tell her just not like this.” I say a bit frustrated

“Hey, if you don’t wanna send it then don’t.” he said shrugging but I started thinking about it there really was no other way to tell her, my fingers ghosted over the send button.

But this wasn’t my style of sending things, as I was about to delete it I accidentally hit send and jumped out of my skin, face turning pale.


“Good job I knew you had it in you.” I gave him a death glare showing him I never meant to sent it in the first place and his eyes widened.

“Shit.” we both cursed

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Originally posted by haroldmysmolbaby

Being a high class model you were invited to many dinners, events and places which you just couldn’t turn down. publicity was a major key in the industry that you just couldn’t fight. so when you were invited to dinner by a close friend named nicholas grimshaw you couldn’t turn down the invite for two major reasons. nick was one of your closest friends and your publicist defiently wanted you to go, she called it a ‘great opportunity.’ so you decided to go. although nick notified you that you knew a large amount of people going, you still weren’t sure. nick normally says things just to get you to rock up. feeling uneasy you assured him you will attend. 

it was friday evening, aka the date of the dinner. you had just finished running some errands and taking care of a few things before you arrived home awfully tired. you were laying on your bed for longer then you promised yourself before you finally found the strength to get ready for the dinner. you dragged your feet behind you walking to the bathroom to prepare your shower. once your shower was done you began your routine. you moisturised your face and then applied a minimal but effective amount of makeup. all you used was some contour, highlighter, eyeliner, mascara, a bit of a smokey eye and a bold red lip. you were satisfied with your final product and then began to dry and loosely curl your hair. after all the beauty was done you walked towards your walk in wardrobe and scanned your clothes for the perfect outfit for tonight. you found a gorgeous black yves saint laurent tight fitted dress that complimented your curves flawlessly. you paired the dress with a pair of black heels, two cartier love bracelets and your mini louis vuitton. you then threw on a coat and spritzed some of your vanilla scented perfume before heading towards the restaurant. 

once your uber had dropped you off at the restaurant you checked the time, 5 minutes late. perfect, you thought to yourself. you entered the restaurant letting the man at the door know who you are here with, he lead you to the table where majority of the guests had all ready arrived. to your surprise, nick was right you do know lots of these people, familiar faces like ed sheeran, irina shayk, rita ora, jeff azoff, stella maxwell, charlie puth, niall horan and the one and only harry styles. you smiled and greeted the all and introducing yourself to the unfamiliar faces you had just met. once reaching harry he pulled you in for a hug and winked as he left the hug, he then ordered you to sit in-between him and irina. you were about to protest when irina insisted and made room for you. you and harry had have a bit of history behind you both. you met first at an award show where he as shamelessly flirting with you the whole night. and you two have ran into each other a few times at other events which wasn’t quite good since it lead to a few sexual interactions in the bathrooms of expensive hotels and receptions.

the night was going great and you were actually quite glad you turned up. there were so many jokes and interesting conversations being held. it was after the main course had been served when harry had started being a little cheeky. he firstly kept on brushing his hand against yours, you gave him a look a few times and he just smiled and shrugged it off. he kept on touching your arm, hands and brushing his knee and feet against yours, but it wasn’t until you were having a conversation with irina about fashion week when harry let his hand roam up thigh through your dress. your breath was caught in your throat and your eyes grew wide before swatting harrys hand away. ‘y/n are you okay?’ irina laughed, ‘aha yes’ you breathed before turning to face harry. ‘what the fuck’ you said lowly not wanting to cause a scene. no one really knows about you and harrys fews sexual interactions and you would like to keep it that way. harry chuckled deeply and smirked before leaning over to whisper in your ear ‘baby how long are you gonna keep this act up before giving in.’ he asks. you shoot him a confused look. ‘what act?’ you ask short and sharp. he chuckles ‘love i know what you want, no need to pretend.’ he replied in his husky velvet voice. you stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom to give yourself a minute. once you arrived to the female restroom you touched up on your makeup and stared for a while in the mirror. lately whenever you see harry you’ve been feeling some kind of butterflies erupt. the worse thing is he’s very handy so when he touches you its almost like your heart bursts. suddenly the bathroom door flies opens and harry styles himself enters with a smirk. ‘baby’ he dragged out before walking towards you. ‘harry this is the girls bathroom’ your voice says nervously. ‘then we will have to be quick, won’t we’ he smirks. you were about to reply but then harry pinned your against the wall connecting your lips together. you count resist. you let your lips melt into his tender ones and your tongue glide alone his. he was just so amazing. harry deepens the kiss before letting his hands roam up and down your curves before pulling your dress up above your panties. harry didnt break the kiss as he touched and felt your sweet body before slipping your panties down before inserting his fingers to give you pleasure. ‘you’re so wet for me baby’ he breathed in your ear. you moaned out of pleasure and tilted your head back out of lust. harrys eyes danced and twinkled to the view of him almost cumming on his fingers. ‘fuck baby’ harry groaned. the bathroom was filled with heavy panting until your harmed took over and you took a hold of harry. you slid down and unbuckled his belts and unzipped his jeans sliding his boxers down to reveal harry styles and all his glory. harry kissed you deeply and then you felt his mouth move to a smirk and thats when you knew he was ready. harry then thrusted into you. your legs wobbles at the action and you let out a gasp. harry smirked in success and gave you a kiss on your jaw bone. when you both reached your highs you stopped and leaned onto the bathroom sink. you both just stared at each other before you turned around, fixed your dress and your hair before strutting your stuff out of the bathroom leaving a panting harry behind you. before you exited the bathroom your turned around throwing harry a wink and closing the door.

you walked back to the table sitting in your original spot. ‘what took you so long?’ stella asked from across the table. your cheeks heated up while the whole table was staring at you and nick was giggling. ‘my mum called’ you replied and smiled. ‘sure’ nick chuckled as well as everyone else. moments later harry walked back and took his seat next to you and smiled. ‘where were you?’ you asked him so you didnt look suspicious. ‘like you don’t know’ charlie said loud enough for the whole table to erupt into laugh and sly smirks. harry leaned into your ear whispering in his husky after sex voice, ‘good job baby’ and then went to eat his desert. holy fuck.


this is not my gif :)

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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Something They Need”

An imagine about the 15th episode of season 7

The reader witnesses the night Sasha gets caught and the day after it, that challenges not just Sasha and Eugene but also her

I’m following the storyline of the TV show, so I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected.
BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate without having read any other part!
You can find every other part of the series here

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

The sun had been already gone for a long time as you walked from bathroom over to the bed while you slipped your sleeping shirt over your body.
The bed you laid yourself on wasnt just any bed, it was Negan’s.
A lot had happened after the line-up, he had taken you with him to the Sanctuary, you had your own room here for some time, your brother Daryl fled from this place, Eugene came here and then Negan thought it would be safer for you to stay at his room and thats how you ended up here, laying under the dark sheets of his big bed.
But not only that was a change, over the weeks you went from hating and despising him deeply to building up a tiny bond to him, your relationship or whatever it exactly was had turned more relaxed and you could, to your surprise and even annoyance, even feel somehow comfortable around him.

You leaned over to the nightstand and turned off the light of the lamp before you sunk deeper into the thick pillows.
You were alone for hours now and normally you would have been even glad to have some alone time but this time, something was different.
Hours ago, you had have a deeper conversation with him and the tension he had afterwards let it seem like he had realized through it that you meant way more to him than he had confessed before.
Him being that tensed and now gone for hours gave you a little weird feeling, even when you didn’t even like to admit that this somehow effected you.
After all what he had done to the others, you shouldn’t give a single fuck about where he was and what you might mean to him.
But unfortunately that wasnt the case. 

You suddenly heard heavy steps coming towards the door and soon after that you saw Negan stepping in.
He still looked tensed, but a bit less than before while he run his hand through his dark hair, that looked like he had done that multiple times before.
He sighed quietly before he looked over to you.
“Sorry Sweetheart, didn’t want to wake you up”, he said taking his jacket off and turning on the light on the nightstand.
“You didn’t”, you said while you looked over to him.
“Couldn’t fall asleep without me?”, he asked slightly chuckling.
“You wish”, you responded with a small smirk on your lips, while somehow hoping that you’d get that more relaxed mood between him and you back.
But instead of that he chuckled slightly before he got a bit quieter again and went to the bathroom to shower.
You sunk deeper into the pillows once again while you felt some questions coming up in your head you would love to just get rid off.
Maybe he had just been working the whole time, maybe he had been just sitting outside doing nothing or well, maybe he had been with his wives to at least try to get rid of his thoughts.
And that question bothered you more than you liked.
You couldn’t think of him being there often since you where at the Sanctuary, he had been with you almost the whole time except when his men called for him because of problems and well, the last hours.
You heard the door of the bathroom opening again, Negan walking shortly after that over to the bed while his hair was still slightly wet, some strands hanging into his face.
He looked up to you while his glance softened a bit and the tension seemed to be finally gone or at least almost.
That shower seemed to have cleared his mind a whole lot more than the hours he had been gone, wherever he had been and whatever he had done.
You watched how Negan slipped under the blankets before shots let you jolt up and got followed by the beeping of the walkie.
“Boss, Shit boss, we captured a woman. She just intruded and-”, the voice of the man stopped as you heard a familiar voice coming through the walkie.
“Stop, No!”, was the only thing you heard but it was enough to indentify the person behind it.
 You couldn’t imagine that Rick would order anyone to do such an action that would go wrong anyways, that could just be a single action coming from her.
“Fucking fuck”, Negan growled jumping up again and grabbing his pants.
“I’m coming with you”, you said standing up again, in hope you could change something about how they treated her, even though you wouldnt tell him about your suspicion that it was her and just her, you needed to have more information about what was actually going on before you told him.
“Fuck no, you think I’m getting you into danger? Who the fucking hell knows what that shithead is tryna do, or if there are fucking more coming in”, he said pulling over his jacket.
“Then it wouldn’t be that smart to leave me alone here, right? I only have a knife”, you said knowing that he noticed that you were only using his own words against him, he knew that you could fight, but he also knew that even you probably wouldn’t be able to fight a big group alone.
“Don’t play that fucking game with me”, he growled grabbing Lucille while you walked over and pulled clothes over your body and stood before him crossing your arms.
“God damnit alright, but you’re staying with me”, he said opening the door and leading you into the direction where you heard the muffled voices coming from.

There were men running hastily through the hallways, looking for more intruders and stormed past you while holding guns in their arms.
You felt Negan getting an arm around you and pulling you closer to him, away from the men that would barge you away otherwise.
You walked around a corner seeing men pressing Sasha to the ground, one of the men trying to get a rope off his belt to give it to the others.
“You already know if there are more?”, Negan asked as he looked at the men. “Doesn’t seem so Sir. Got most of it checked as far as I know, seems to be just her”, said another dark haired man as he looked up.
You looked at Sasha’s body on the ground, her face turned to it not being able to see you and not being able to move.
“What now, Boss. kill her?”, another shorter one asked as you gasped slightly and searched with your hand after Negan’s arm to get his attention and started right as he turned to you.
“Don’t kill her”, you said determined while looking at him before he looked over to her and it seemed to dawn to him.
“Wait, is she one of-”, he said pointing with his baseball bat into Sasha’s direction while you slowly nodded.
You didn’t know if what you were doing here was right and if you got the others with that even more problems, but you couldn’t let him hurt or even kill her.
“Fuck”, you just heard Negan mutter before he turned back to his men.
“Get her in a cell”, Negan growled before you saw the man lifting Sasha up and dragging her along the floor until you weren’t able to see her anymore and you saw Negan turning around to you analyzing your face for information.
“You knew that it was her, huh? Thats why you wanted to come with me”, Negan said looking at you.
“Yeah, yeah I did. I recognized her voice over the walkie”, you said looking at him while you saw him shaking his head slightly while he began to chuckle.
“Hell, of course you did”, he said stroking over his jaw before you began walking back to the room.
The hallways were filled with less people than before, only a few men standing there with walkies in their hands waiting for more information while it got less and less until you came back to the room.
Negan opened it but stayed standing in the door frame looking at you.
“I’m gonna go and check outside, If everything’s alright again, but I’ll come back fucking soon, I promise”, he said before he smirked slightly before he swung his bat over his shoulder again and walked away, his heavy footsteps becoming more quiet with every second.
You laid down again, still hearing some men walking through the hallway as you first really realized what had happened.
Sasha was here.
And you were sure that she could have been dead if just some little thing went different.
God, the cells were disgusting things and just by the thought of your brother having to stay in there for so long made you feel incredibly uncomfortable but it was better than if you would have had to see her dying because of that plan.
You couldnt think of that her plan would have actually worked to kill Negan, nevertheless the thought of it working bothered you.
God, you could understand them for wanting him dead, you had have strong revenge thoughts too when you saw what he did in that night, except that you knew from the very beginning that actions like Rosita’s in Alexandria and Sasha’s now would do nothing but fail and probably make the situation worse and except that now, doesn’t matter how much you despised it, the thought of him dying send cold shivers down your back and let a lousy feeling create in your stomach.
You tried to suppress the thoughts that terrorized your head to finally fall asleep, knowing too good that all the feelings and fears you were suppressing over all this time would come back in your sleep as nightmares.
And that knowledge proved itself also in that night , even though this time something was different.
For the very first time you didn’t see one of your friends or your brother scream on the top of their lungs before you, blood streaming over their heads and bodies while you had to helpless see how they spit blood, their eyes wide open staring at you while they screamed for you to help them, before they collapsed and died still twitching and screaming in front of you.
No, this time it weren’t them.
It was Negan.

You woke up laying in Negan’s arms like after every night the nightmares came for you.
You didnt like it and you would do a lot to change it, but he had the ability to calm you down in your sleep and not let the nightmares come up again when he was holding you.
The whole time you had been here you had always tried to not let him see you vulnerable or even weak and as long as you were awake you had the control over that, but as soon as you fell asleep this control was gone and with that also the filter that sorted out all the emotions you didn’t want him to see.
And of course he took that chance to have your body that close to his, even though it actually seemed that the main reason was that he cared for you
You lifted yourself slowly up, looked at for some moments at him, seeing him peacefully sleeping while the pictures of last nights nightmare began to fade seeing him that peaceful.
You slowly released yourself out of his embrace and walked over to the bathroom to get ready.
You don’t really liked knowing that you had a nightmare with Negan dying, not only because those nightmares tortured you also because it meant that you got more drawn to him than you liked to admit.
You could deny that while you were conscious, but you couldn’t lie to your subconsciousness.
You looked at the thin bracelet around your wrist, Negans spontaneous gift to you he found while you were outside of the gates which sparkled right now in the morning light.
Your glance wandered over to your leather jacket that hung over the door knob waiting for you to slip on.
it wasnt just any jacket, It was a gift from your brother to you when you were still living in the prison.
Some day he had brought it back to it from a run, you had no idea where he had found it and he just wouldnt tell you because he knew he could tease you with that but anyway it turned into something that had become important to you over time.
And wearing his gift now together with Negan’s now seemed somehow bizarre to you, and still, you put the jacket on.

As you walked out of it Negan walked already dressed and smirking past you into the bathroom and came shortly after that out of it again while he slighlty chuckled
“Today’s an important damn day for your friend”, he said chuckling while he looked over to you.
“What are you planning for her?”, you asked, hoping that his answer wouldnt mean pain or even worse for her.
“See if she’s fucking things up or taking a chance, you’ll see Sweetheart”, he said slightly grinning.
“I need you to let me talk to her”, you said while you looked at him.
“She’s getting some pillows and food when she isn’t acting as fucked up as last night, think thats enough luxury for the first fucking time”, Negan said grabbing Lucille that had leaned against a wall till then while you sighed.
“I don’t need a lot time, please”, you said swallowing and waiting for him to answer.
“Hell, only if she’s not being an asshole and there are no emotional incidents from her side”, he said stroking over his jaw before you raised your voice.

You walked down the hallways, feeling a little tensed as you came closer to the cells.
From afar you saw one open cell door and as you came closer you heard a male voice coming from its inside combined with the sound of unbuckling a belt.
“Fighting’s just gonna make it last longer. Which, for the record, is fine by me”, you heard him say while you felt a cold shiver running down your back before you got a picture to the mans voice.
You saw him sitting there, opening his pants before you heard Negan grunting next to you and drumming his bat against the open door.
“David! What the hell are you doing in here?”, Negan asked calm but with a tensed and dangerous undertone.
“Negan, sir-”, began that asshole to say but got gladly cut off by Negan.
“Do you really think I need you to answer that? I can see that you’re trying to rape this woman. Fuck, you were really trying to rape this woman, weren’t you?”, asked Negan looking at the man who looked trembling up to him.
Your glance went over to Sasha, checking if she was alright before you heard Negan’s voice again.
“This is some unacceptable behavior. Rape is against the rules here. I wouldn’t wanna be somewhere where it wasn’t. Someone in charge who let something like that fly…Whew”, Negan said while you saw him sliding his knife out of its bracket.
You knew what would happen next and you were nothing but glad about it.
He deserved nothing else.
“David. You really crossed a line here”, Negan said darkly while he held the knife between him and David.
“I’m sorry, Sir”, he said in a begging tone.
“You know what? I do not accept your apology”, Negan said shoving the knife through the mans throat, slid it out of it and let the body of that asshole fall to the ground,
“So-uh, someone gotta get-”, Negan started to say, pointing at her while searching for her name.
“Sasha”, you said, seeing how not only Negan’s but also Sasha’s glance wandered over to you.
“Thanks, Sweetheart”, Negan said slightly smirking before he turned to his men.
“Get Sasha here a new T-shirt”, he said, before he crunched down to her.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. Sorry ‘bout the rope, too. Probably overkill, but you did cause one hell of a fucking fracas last night”, he said loosening the rope that had been around her hands before he got up.
“You know what, Sasha? Probably wouldnt have regonized you till now, if she wouldnt have told me”, Negan said, before her head snapped over to you, glaring into your eyes.
“Wow, Sasha you better calm down, ‘cause it might be that she somehow saved your life with that and actually, I’m pretty sure that this was her fucking purpose. So you better be a bit grateful and listen to what I have to say”, Negan said before he got up and continued.
“You’ve got some beach-ball-sized lady nuts on you, coming in all kamikaze like that and big question here, and I need the damn truth on this one. Did Rick put you up to this?”, Negan asked pointing with his bat at Sasha.
“Rick? Your bitch?”, she asked while you werent sure if she was saying that because she wanted to lead the attention away from your group or if she really saw him that way, which would actually fit to her actions.
You saw her huffing slightly before she looked at Negans arm that found its way again around your waist.
“You’re his bitch too?”, she asked hissing looking at the hand Negan had put on your waist while you thought you didn’t hear right.
“No I’m not”, you growled looking at her moving slightly away from Negan.
You wouldn’t leave that hanging in the air, not that.
You heard Negan chuckle darkly before he pointed his bat at Sasha.
“Ohwowow you better watch your mouth talking ‘bout her, cause I can still change my plans with you and you better not like to see what happens then”, Negan said chuckling but with a growling undertone in his voice.
“Alright…Either way, you must’ve thought it was gonna be the end, coming in on your lonesome like that. But that’s not the fucking way it’s got to go. Just the damn opposite. See this, well this could be the beginning”, he said placing his knife next to her before he continued.
“This one is yours now. You can try to use it, take me out, but considering I am standing above you, holding a fucking baseball bat, that doesn’t seem real smart. Now, you can use it to slit your wrists, which would be a damn shame, but I get it. You’re obviously not on the shiny side of the street, given recent events. Now, you can sit there and do nothin’, wait for ol’ David to come back to life and eat your face, also a damn shame and kinda nuts, but, hell, to each their own. Or you can use that blade and stop ol’ Rapey Davey from becoming Dead-Alive Rapey Davey, save yourself, join the cause. I know what I’d do”, Negan said looking down to Sasha.
“What?”, she asked irritated.
“Well, I’m a man short. Hell, you can’t really call this piece of fucking shit a man, but still, I’m short, and you got those beach-ball-sized lady nuts, and I wanna harness the heat comin’ off of them”, he said before crunching down to her.
He wanted to use her, of course he did.
“You can help me run this place one day, all of us together, following the rules, workin’ on the same side of things. That’s all this was ever about. And it still can fucking be for you. I know it’s hard to picture, considering what I fucking did”, he said while you saw her glancing to the bat before Negan continued.
“Well but Sasha, we all got shit to get over. Take some time. Think about it. Whatever you decide, so it shall be. No pressure. And, again, I am sorry you had to see that, even though I know you have seen some fucking things. I just want you to understand we are not monsters”, he said before he stood up again, walked over to you, the hand back on you lower back before he looked over to Sasha.
“So she wanted to talk to you and man, she could persuade me”, he said chuckling before he looked at you.
“Have some nice lady talk, Sweetheart. I’m gonna wait in our room having some men talk with Smartypants”, he said chuckling while biting his lip before he winked at you letting you huff annoyed, before he walked away.
You looked at the corpse laying in the cell, before you decided to sit down in the door frame, away from the probably soon reanimating corpse and outside enough to see if someone was listening, because that was the last thing you needed.
“I’m sorry for that happening to you”, you said as you sat down and saw Sasha nodding before her glance got more narrow.
“Did you fuck him to persuade him?”, she asked chuckling bitterly.
“No”, you responded with an angry undertone to her before you continued.
“Just that you know, I’m not someone he can do everything he wants with. I never was his bitch, I’m not now and I’m never gonna be”, you said more calm while you looked at her.
She just grumbled a bit before she looked up again.
“So you’re sharing a room with that asshole?”, she hissed crossing her arms.
“Yeah, yeah I am”, you said swallowing before you saw in her glance that you couldn’t leave it like that.
“I had my own one for some time until he thought after some stuff that I should stay with him”, you said trying to explain yourself even when you knew that the situation was that muddled that trying to explain everything wouldnt help a lot.
“I did not let that happen without protesting though”, you added while Sasha chuckled again.
“Anyways, when you’re both sleeping in one room, why didn’t you kill him in his sleep?”, she asked quietly, her voice tensed while she kept looking at you.
“Sasha, it’s not done with just killing him. I’ve seen what the Saviors are capable of doing and that’s more than what they did in that one night and in Alexandria afterwards. Kill Negan and you kill with that not only yourself but everybody else home. They’d first kill you and afterwards they’d go home and slaughter everyone”, you said looking at her before an uncomfortable silence filled the small room.
You looked down to your wrist tried to not let her see the bracelet and to just keep it vanished in the sleeve of your jacket, but you were sure that she had seen it before and within the next seconds you were proven right.
“Is that the real reason why you didn’t? Or does he flatter you with enough jewelry to turn you against us”, she said nodding to your wrist.
“Do you really think like that about me? That he could turn me against you with giving me some bracelet?”, you asked bewildered while you were now the one who chuckled bitterly.
“No normally I wouldn’t but the fact that you’re wearing it makes it kinda suspicious, you know”, she said, an ironic undertone swinging in her voice.
You huffed, even though you couldnt deny that next to the reason you told her was that you didn’t wanted him dead anymore, doesnt matter how ashamed that made you.
In the end you had two sides fighting each other inside you, one side wanted your group to fight back, the other side just wanted Negan to stay alive. 
And even though you had those thoughts, he wouldnt ever be able turn you against your friends, not with a bracelet, not with anything else.
“Alright, I can’t do more than telling you that I’ll not change teams and that I’d never betray you, doesn’t matter what happens. He can’t use me as a weapon against you all and I’m pretty sure he knows that”, you said before you continued, knowing that you just had to persuade her to not lose a friend.
“I just want everybody to be as safe as they can be in this situation, that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to rise up and fight, I want you to. I just wanted you all to do it without having to see more people unnecessarily dying…we both just want to protect them”, you said trying to lead the conversation into a better direction.
The situation wasn’t easy for everyone and you really didn’t want to have people from your group being against you.
“Yeah”, she just answered nodding.
“And I…I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for everything what happened in that night”, you said swallowing.
You didn’t know if that was the best situation but you had to tell her that and who knew when you would get the chance to talk to her again that way.
This conversation was the first proper one you had with one of your group members since that night.
“You don’t have to be”, she said sounding a little bit softer while you nodded and a thought came up in your head that would solve a lot of your problems and would let a lot sorrow vanish.
“Can you answer me one question? I won’t ask for anything else after that”, you said swallowing.
“Yeah, alright”, she said nodding slowly.
“Okay..don’t tell me where he his or anything else, the only thing I need to know is if he’s safe”, you said  quietly and swallowing looking at her knowing that she knew what and who you were talking about.
With that you had more than just knowing about your brothers condition you had two more things at once, her having a prove you that you’re not spying for Negan to find out where he is and second you wouldn’t have to lie to him.
“He is”, she said quietly while you smiled thankful at her.
“Thank you”, you said while another small smile created on your lips.
Your brother was safe and with that a huge burden disappeared had dissapeared.
”Would you want me to take his offer?”, she suddenly asked nodding over to the blood covered knife on the ground before you swallowed and raised your voice.
”I won’t tell you what to do, the only thing I’ll tell you is that I don’t want you dead.”

You walked through the empty hallways having to think about Sasha and what she would do and if that was actually the last time you had seen her, doesn’t matter how painful that thought was.
You walked around the corner already hearing two familiar voices coming from the inside of Negan’s room.
You turned the handle and saw Negan sitting on the couch, Eugene in one of the armchairs towards him.
As soon as you walked into the room Negans glance wandered over to you and a smirk created on his lips.
“There she is again!”, he said winking while he chuckled before he pointed over to Eugene.
“I just told Dr Smarty-Pants what I’m planning to do with your friend from the cell, in case she wasn’t actin like a bitch to you again”, Negan said chuckling.
“She wasn’t”, you said before you sat down on the couch and looked at Eugene who nervously played with the stuffed animal in his pocket.
“So smarty, guess you’re burning to get to know my plans for her. Well, I dont think that she’s the fucking smartest for breaking in here thinking she wouldn’t get caught, but she has for sure not many scruples and that makes her a pretty good add-on for my men power”, Negan said chuckling while he looked over to Eugene.
“Short: If she actually takes the damn fucking knife to stab rapey Davey into his sick fucking head she’s on board, just like you Smartypants ”, Negan added grinning.
“I’m gonna keep you updated, so go back to your good work Smarty and I’ll tell you If I need you to do fucking more for me”, Negan said closing the little booklet he held in his hands and laid it onto the table while Eugene stood reluctantly up, walked to the door and looked shortly back before closing it.
“Bye Sir, bye (Y/N)”, he said nodding before he closed the door.
The room got for a short moment silent before you saw Negan looking at Davids blood on his hands that slightly splattered them before he raised his voice.
“If that shithead would have only touched you once, hell, I would have bashed him slowly into tiny fucking pieces”, Negan growled almost that quiet that it sounded as if he was talking to himself.
As you looked over to him he raised his head and locked his eyes with yours
“I might have my methods you don’t agree with but as I said before we’re no monsters,..I’ll not let anyone just fucking attempt to rape someone here”, Negan said while you nodded slowly.
“Thats good”, you muttered before he caught your glance again.
“You don’t have to tell me when you don’t fucking want to, really, but well I just gotta ask you that. Out there… fuck, did some prick ever try to do that to you?”, he asked in a tone that sounded like he had his struggles asking you that and to have the risk to find out something he just didn’t want to hear.
“No, never came that far that someone could attempt to”, you said looking at him while you could see how that answer relieved him.
“Good”, he said nodding slowly before he raised his voice again.
“In case any fucker ever comes to close to you or even tries to do that shit, use that knife I gave you and fucking slit him up if you can, doesnt matter what else you’re doing just scream for me, alright? I mean it, I dont want that to happen to you in any fucking way”, he said serious.
“I’ll do it, I promise”, you said nodding while Negan nodded relieved.

Later you found yourself walking closer to the cell, not really knowing what would wait for you in there.
You couldnt and also didn’t want to imagine that Sasha would have killed herself, even though you could think of her rather being dead than joining Negan.
You saw the door in front of you before Negan opened it and the first thing you saw was David’s corpse with Negan’s knife sticking in his skull that let a relieved sigh travel up your throat.
“You win”, you heard Sasha’s voice coming from the inside before you got to see her.
“No. You win”, Negan said slightly chuckling looking from Sasha to the dead man on the ground.
“Get some people in here. Clean this shit up”, Negan said to the men standing behind you and him before he bowed down to the corpse and pulled the knife out of his skull before chuckling slightly as he saw Sasha’s glance.
“What? You didn’t actually think I was gonna let you keep this, did you? You still got a ways to go before I’ll believe you’re fully on board here”, Negan said tucking the knife into its bracket before he continued.
“Baby steps. It is absolutely not personal. If the situation was reversed, I’m sure you wouldn’t believe me either. Still the way you saved yourself, the way you surrendered to me just now. That is a damn good start”, he said grinning.
“Did she surrender?”, Sasha asked nodding over to your knife while you heard Negan chuckle.
And to be honest, you were eagerly on what he was about to respond in front of his men.
“Well Sasha, you do know that you can’t compare your situation to her’s, right?”, Negan said looking down to her.
“So did she?”, Sasha asked again and before Negan could respond you glanced over to him before you turned to Sasha.
“No”, you said sternly while feeling Negans glance on your body, it got quiet for a moment and Sasha looked over to Negan.
”Yeah, yeah she’s right. But you have to know Sasha, that’s a singular exception. Not did it before, not doing it again and there’s no fucking other way for everybody else. That has to be clear to you”, he said before he continued.
“Well, we got to work on some things, Sasha. But I fucking promise you, I will try to make it fun”, Negan said before he stepped closer and turned a little more serious.
“Cards on the table a little birdie told me that Rick and the rest of your people are up to no good. And, well, that needs to change, and you’re gonna help me change it. We’re gonna find us a win-win”, Negan said while Sasha looked questioning at him.
“How? What are you-?”, she said but got cut of by him.
“Well hey, I’m gonna let Eugene get you some stuff to make you more comfortable, let you have a taste of what it is we have to offer. Spend the night enjoying it, ‘cause tomorrow is gonna be a big day”, Negan said grinning.
And with that he didn’t just leave Sasha irritated, also you.
You didnt know about him finding something out, having a spy or anything else, but to be honest, that didn’t surprise you.
Him having those suspicions would have, if they would turn out to be true, consequences for your friends, maybe even deadly ones.
And for some time now he avoided telling you those things or talking about suspicions about them That could just be a single action coming from her, as well as the consequences for them or your brother  probably knowing too well that he would endanger the small and fragile bond you had build up to him.

The door shut again leaving you with him standing on the hallway while his men went back to their work.
“Big day?”, you asked knowing too good that big days usually were only good days for him. 
“Isn’t everyday a big day with me?“, Negan asked chuckling while biting his lip as you raised your eyebrows.
“Well that sounded like an especially big day,…what are you planning?”, you asked knowing that when he was hedging that way, you could expect something you probably didn’t like as the real answer.
“Why ruin the damn surprise, Sweetheart?”, Negan asked grinning while you scoffed slightly.
“'Cause I don’t know if I’m that much into your surprises, Negan”, you responded sternly while crossing your arms.
“You better are ‘cause surprises are something I’m pretty good at”, he said smirking wolfish, alluding something that just made you roll your eyes. 
“Anyways”, you said before you continued. “I just hope that it’s not including you killing or punishing one of my people again”, you said with a serious undertone.
“Sweetheart, when my damn suspicion is wrong and they’re up to nothing but damn good and don’t fuck this up again, then nobody’s getting hurt and everything is peacy. Just like the agreement says. I’m a man of my fucking word as you know”, he said still grinning but more serious while you nodded slowly, still with your arms crossed.
You just nodded still looking serious at him before you began to walk back to the bedroom.

It was already late as you got yourself ready for the night and finally walked over to the bed, Negan already laying under the sheets while he watched you walking over to your side and slipping under the blanket before you laid back into the pillows.
“So the same procedure as almost every fucking day?”, he asked chuckling while he looked over to you.
“Huh?”, you muttered before you looked irritated over to him.
“You close your pretty eyes on your side, far far away from me just ‘cause you rather get a fucking nightmare than overcome your stubbornness and come over to me even though you fucking know they fuck off then”, he said chuckling while you scoffed shaking your head slightly.
“You think I don’t know you good enough now, after the assload of time I spend with you, that it’s just your stubborn head right now that’s holding you back?”, asked Negan chuckling while you huffed because you knew that he was right.
If you really didn’t want something, you wouldn’t do it and you were sure that he absolutely knew that and this time it was just your mind preventing you. 
You looked at him before you saw his smirk slowly vanishing from his face and he swallowed slightly before raising his voice.
”Jokes aside just that you know, I’m not into seeing you flinch and whimper.
Can’t fucking stand it to be honest. Now I don’t know what shit you’re seeing there but it seems like some fucking hard crap to me. So do whatever you want, come over or stay there, but you don’t have to deal with that shit alone”, he said in serious tone.
You looked at him, seeing in the way he looked at you that he meant it.
For some moments you struggled with yourself before you made your decision on what felt right in this moment even if it probably was nothing but wrong in the eyes of everyone else you loved.
Slowly you moved towards him and soon you felt how he laid his arms around you and pulled you closer.
You felt his body close to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you while you felt his warmth creating another one in your body, his warm breath on your skin creating goosebumps and your body relaxing slowly while you couldnt deny that it felt good.
And while you slowly dozed off into a sleep without any nightmares, you just hoped deeply that all what would happen tomorrow, wouldn’t turn out for badly for your friends, that nobody would get hurt and that the bond to Negan that slowly but surely grew stronger wouldn’t be endangered by himself.

part 15 - the season finale

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anonymous asked:

who is pete wentz writing songs about?

mikey way. okay, here we go.

so, in the summer of 05 is when most people think it started because fob and mcr played warped together, but, they had also played the year before and thats when i think it started. as many know, pete single handedly wrote the entirety of from under the cork tree, which was released may 3rd of 2005, which means he had been writing some of it the previous summer. most of the album is quite cheery, depicting the emotions of someone who is battling some darker force within themselves, but is also experiencing a happiness from someone else they dont think they deserve or should have (short version: an emo is in love). also, theres the parallel between dance dance and favorite record- dance dance depicts a literal and emotional dance, and then in favorite record you have “i cant remember just how to forget the way we danced”. so, based on research and educated opinion, i believe that the petekey fling started in 04.

then, the next summer both bands were again picked for warped, which only intnsified the relationship. after weeks of spending excessive time with each other and attending each others shows, the media took notice. in an interview that summer, when asked about it he responded “me and pete wentz arent dating. we are both heterosexual males… sort of… maybe… umm… next!”. on may 16, 2005 mikey was spotted at a fueled by ramen show watching fob at house of blues wearing a white jacket that allegedly belonged to pete. a few days later, pete posted a list on live journal of things that get him hot and bothered. on taht list were a.having a crush on a person i speak to nearly every day and b.white denim jackets….

on tuesday, june 28, 2005, pete posted the following on livejournal: “Amazing New Mexico sunset. im hanging on a bridge with my friend mikey from my chem. its all orange and pink above us. we went to another water park again. i love high fives again. totally back in love.” on july fourth he posted an entry that ended with “hot and miserable but totally back in love”. on july 15 he posted “Though I am over hearing your thoughts on haircuts and pants. I’m over us trying to be perfect tens for your little eyes. We don’t care what you think of us. Listen to a song and time your heartbeat. Let it be okay to fall asleep slow tonight. Think about a good friend. Think about god. Think about death. Think about someone elses hand clumsily on your belt in the dark. Think it will be okay. No more rants. No more poetry. Not tonight. True love for the believers”. on july 17 he posted “wrote you a goodbye note (you just wrote me off) on your arm when you passed out. bestfriends, exfriends- better off as lovers not the other way around. racing through the city in the back of yellow checkered cars. the takeoffs are the worst but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. and im sorry the way my moods flicker on and off like old light on your porch, but i know you wouldn’t have it any other way. sneaking in your window instead of out. the way you hold a cigarette cause you don’t know what to do with your hands when we are sitting this close. the way the waists of pants feel better at the ankles. the way you always were my best excuse for calling in sick on everyone else. i miss you”. which later became the song bang the doldrums, which was origionally titled summer of like (pete mentioned this in a rolling stones interview), which is now what fans call the relationship between pete and mikey in 05.

during that summer, fans claimed that mikey and pete didnt want to be photographed together, which is kind of suspicious…. but there are a few circulating the internet, and quite a few of mikey wearing clandestine (petes clothing line). at this time it was also common for fob and mcr to trade band members, mikey would play bass for fob so pete could take his mic into the crowd. pete also frequently watched mikey play with the stupidest smile on his face….

there are also fan reports of them being seen together. “ at my warped date i got there early in the morning and hung out by the fob bus because i wanted to get a pic with patrick and around 10 am the door opened and a very tired looking mikey stepped off with pete right behind him and they appeared to be holding hands until they saw the people around and they both refused to have their pictures taken together ”. and “during Fall Out Boy’s set (they were one of the closing bands that night) they dedicated one of the songs to Mikey, who was watching from the side of the stage. Pete said, “This song is about revenge. Right, Mikey? Revenge!” Mikey smiled and nodded, and during “Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy” he mouthed along to all the words.”

pete also posted at one point “i wish you were my bass, not just my friend”. on august 19 he posted “ Warped tour was fun. Since being home I remembered that showering and sleeping are fun too. My real feelings on the sunburst bass. I loved that thing. But then it started cheating on me with mikey way. I had to hit it. Its not my fault- spousal abuse is an ugly thing. I’m in therapy that includes playing lots of warcraft online. Writing messages on your arm for someone to see at a show is the new away message - stealing peoples real diary is the new livejournal”.

on september 4, pete posted “on the getaway car, the rush of blood to the head: it’s strange to find myself again back at the feelings of the blue cover after going through the red and the gold. its kind of always like that. i am sorry if i am not making any sense. but everybody likes to take chances and make bets. i always put my money on the longshots. and no matter where my head was in the world i always dreamed of waking up next to the biggest brown eyes i have ever seen/’meandyouunderneaththehoneymoon’. “go back to what it meant back then”: and you imagine yourself moving deep into the summer and disappearing, and for me it was always with you. and then things got crazy. you stopped calling me back. i stopped trying to call but not in my head. and then you got malicious but i’m guessing only because you learned from the best- take back your taste and all. i never thought it would be just me again. but that’s okay. we’re gonna hole up and wait it out. i feel like i can see for the first time, like i was born just in the last minute. wake me up. baby boy, you’re gonna be okay. hearts between our knees sticking to the summer sheets. are you catching my drift…. its gonna be alright. your love would be hell but its just not hot enough baby.” (Note… baby BOY)

after petes nudes were leaked, hey chris wrote him a public letter which contained the following: “you know the friends i have and you know how we feel about loyalty. you know who im talking about and you know they’re not happy either.” and shortly after chris posted pic of him and mikey saying he’d “found new love”

the summer of 06, peter once again had some interesting things to say. on july 7 he posted “im so sorry, but not really. (‘straighten up and die right’) i said i want to be rebuilt like a frank lloyd wright only without all of the water damage. or painted over like a monet only less blurry. she said “no, youre something different”. like what? “something better”. it gave me the rush of warm blood like you see in cartoon dogs right before their eyes pop out and all of the bells go off. my head is spinning like a car off of an icy guardrail. show me what you are made of. your eyes were always rolling but youd tilt your head so they were somehow always still stuck on me (have your cake and eat it too). i feel safe but not like a bet more like the way mothers feel when the lock the car doors in bad neighborhoods. i am blue waves across the red rootlike veins in the bodies drawn flat in medical books. i wonder at the way that someone can write thousands and thousands of pages about my insides. when i met you i gave you a name- not your own- but in my head so i wouldnt ever mix you up with anyone so ordinary- i cant tell you- but to me it meant salvation. you only wanted reaction. but i cant be bothered. not anymore. ill see you in the spring. first pew on the left. wear your white veil and dont forget the words. warped tour. sun drenched days. bestfriends. new roads. so long salvation. dont worry your pretty little heads. i am sleeping safe tonight.” then the next day, on the 8th, he posted “the fraternal order of the handsome boy. ive been watching you from afar. my breath on the inside window as you walk in from the carcandy caned lies in red and white against clashing patterns bending in and out of understanding. ”youre the stranger ive been dreaming of”, stranger than any ive ever known. love through a telescopic lens. when the air is clear i can see how perfect you are for me. late at night when the city sleeps i cast a spell on you to make you think of me the very same way i think of you. i only love how the words feel in my head when i write them. fireworks over the valley. how can i tell you i gut people for a living. that everything you say is likely to end up as evidence when i rewrite history. over and over again. how everything you do reminds me of something else, someone else. how i get paid to be humble and arrogant at the same time,to be chased and never caught. that i just want to stay up late and wake up early to talk to you. that i want to show you all of my jealousy and insecurity and have you not care. youre like a light switch and i just want to turn you on and watch them all shrink away. the words come out of my fingertips on impulse. it is instinct. my head cant keep up. i envy the comatose. i admire the bedridden. i am addicted to the way i feel when i think of you. ”im blowing smoke rings around the moon….” i wish i was the exact opposite of how the world knows me.”

then, there is infinity on high, which is basically completely about mikey (especially bang the doldrums, because it was born on live journal right after that summer of like…) and ab/ap, due to the constant reiteration of a past love, my favorite being fourth of july with “you are my favorite what if, you are my best i’ll never know”

also othe fact that neither of them can hold a true relationship with women without it ending badly. perhaps because there is someone out there that they are simply destined to be with…. 

so yeah. pete wentz writes a lot of his music about mikey way.

hate my ways? thats a personal issue. - joji (nsfw)

“Please, it’ll only be for a few hours!” Max whined, bugging you the 3rd time today. You pouted, stomping your foot childishly.
“But why?! Its stupid, he’s stupid, and I dont think he wants me there either!” You yelled.
Ah, yes. One of Max’s friends was having a birthday, and they were throwing a huge party for him. Who was the birthday boy? None other than George Joji Miller.
You had a deep hatred for him, thinking he was way too far up his own ass and too sensitive. Liking one thing one minute, hating it the next.
He found you annoying sometimes, but tried to keep it on a level where you two couldnt have any interaction whatsoever. But then again, you never liked to talk to him, so you didnt know much about his feelings towards you.
But Max, being his best friend, had begged you repeatedly to go. Although you didnt know why, you didnt ask.
Reluctantly you agreed, still kinda upset about Max wanting to drag you here. But you didnt have a choice.
Inside was loud and crowded, and you lost Max right when you got in. Frustrated enough, you went to the bar to get a drink and sat there majority of the time. Some people you knew talked to you, others you didnt know did, but eventually they’d leave for someone else. You swished your cocktail around, resting your chin on your palm. Max never came back to find you, and you were beginning to get real pissed. Here you were, a young woman on her own at a party for a guy she hated more than anything. Sighing, you decided to go look for him. You got up and left your empty glass on the counter, looking through the crowd to find the drunk aussie. You saw many people, but sadly, none of them were Max. You were beginning to lose hope since this was a huge fucking house, and there’d be no way you’d be able to find him on your own. You were about to yell out Max’s name when you were suddenly pushed into a closet. With a yelp, you latched onto the closest thing closest to you. “God damn, your grip is hard.” A deep, smooth voice said. Your eyes widened. “What-why-what am I doing in here with you, George?” You hissed at him. Joji chuckled and pulled you closer to him. His hand was around your waist and the other was gradually going lower. “Its my birthday, Y/N. I saw that you didnt get me a present, but Max did.” He whispered in your ear, making your face flush. “I-I told Max that whatever he bought was coming from the both of us. I didnt get you a present because I dont like you, George.” You said nervously, but coldly to the man holding your waist with his warm hands. Joji smirked and started kissing your neck. You sucked in a breath but didn’t do anything. For a while this happened, and all you did was nothing. “But if you hate me so much, why are you letting this happen?” He asked in between kisses. As if you werent controlling yourself, your fingers on the back his neck curled around his hair, and your head rolled back, letting his lips kiss you. “W-what?” You closed your eyes, small breaths leaving your mouth. “Why are you letting me kiss you…if you hate me?” He asked you again, quieter this time. His tongue grazed the side of your neck, only for his teeth to nip at the spot. He sucked on your collarbone, making a small moan leave your lips. He smirked at that, feeling in control of you. He opened his eyes and looked around for a chair, and spotted one near where he was standing. The hands on your waist went down to cup your ass, and that made you lift a leg up to Joji’s waist. He lifted you up, lips still on your neck, hands still on your ass. He walked over to the chair and sat down, making you straddle him. His hands left your ass and went up to the zipper of your dress, moving it down making you shiver. “Joji…” You moaned out, very unconscious of your words. He successfully got the zipper all the way down, and started to take it off your torso. You helped him, now only being in a lacy bra. He kissed your lips, and you could smell cigarettes, alcohol, and cologne he wore. The smell made but it was very intoxicating. You moaned against his lips, trying to get his baggy hoodie off.

He stifled a giggle, and pulled away from you to get it off. He wasnt wearing a shirt underneath, but hey, that didnt bother you one bit. “Damn..” You bit your lip, checking him out. He bit his lip and smirked at you again, tipping his head up a bit. “Take off your dress and lay down on the floor.” He instructed. You hesitantly nodded, kicking your dress to the side and sitting on the floor. Joji got up from the chair and layed down on his stomach, spreading your thighs. Your arms were stretched out behind you and your palms were on the floor, and as Joji did his thing, you slowly let your back lower to the ground. By the time your panties were off, you were on the floor, fingers gripping Joji’s hair and a moaning mess. “J-Joji! Ah, fuck! Th-there!” Joji sucked on your clit, his tongue licking up and down in a near area. He had three fingers in you, pumping at a rapid pace. You bit your lip and moaned again, his actions and deep moans turning you on. “I’m gonna..cum! Joji, s-stop, I-I’m so close..!” You yelled at him, but not exactly wanting him to stop. He removed his lips from your clit, still pumping his fingers but slowing down a bit. He chuckled at you, the hand that was hooked around your thigh now gripping your breast. “You’re so fucking hot, babe..“ He said to you, making you look away and pout your lip. He chuckled, and you could hear him removing his belt and pulling down his pants so his cock was exposed. Your eyes immediately darted to it, feeling the juices between your legs flow again. Your mouth opened, and you swallowed. He saw this and let out a small laugh. “What? Is it that-” “You have a big cock for a Jap.” You said, blank faced as you zoned out a bit. He laughed again, grabbing your ankle and hoisting your leg over his shoulder. You moved your other, spreading your legs farther apart. “You ready, babygirl?” He asked you, the head of his cock barely touching your entrance. You nodded, letting yourself relax. He pushed into you, making you moan a bit. When he started thrusting, your voice raised in pitch and volume. He let out a shuddery moan, throwing his head back. “Haah..oh, fuck…” You whimpered, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. Joji thrusted in and out of you, gradually going faster and harder. You moaned his name and cursed multiple times, as he did the same. “Oh fuck…Y-Y/N..” He moaned. Your hand went to rub your clit, making you grit your teeth and arch your back. Joji pulled out of you all of a sudden, flipping you over and entering you from behind. The side of your face was pressed against the floor, as Joji fucked you. You wished you had something to grip on, your fists clenched until your knuckles were white. Joji groaned above you, fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples. You bit your lip, feeling your end near. Joji was too, he rammed faster and harder, whimpering a lot more than usual. “C-cum inside me, Joji! Please..” You moaned out, not thinking clearly. He didnt respond, only getting ready to fill you up. “I’m cumming, Y/N..” He said to you, whining and whimpering. He stopped moving, and you questioned why, but gasped loudly when you felt him cum inside you. “Ohh, Joji…” “Y/N..” - You and George came out of the room a bit later, seeing the party was still in full swing. Your hands were pressed together and fingers laced within each other. He told you that Max and Ian were probably upstairs in the other bar, and thats where the both of you were headed. Once you spotted the Australian that dragged you here, you smacked him upside the head. Ian laughed and said hello, side hugging you. “So, do you still hate George now, Y/N?” Max smirked, looking at your hands. George answered his question by pulling you close to him and passionately kissing your lips, gaining attention from everyone else other than Max and Ian. Cheers and hollers were heard all aroundas George kissed you. All the while were your eyes wide open. When he pulled away, flashes were seen out of your peripheral vision, and he whispered in your ear. “You were even better than the birthday cake, Y/N.”
If you’re a bystander to a medical emergency...

A group of amazing bystanders did such an excellent job on a call yesterday I figured everyone could use a guide of what to do if you witness a medical emergency. (Even for you doctors and nurses out there-you may be the BEST provider ever but the prehospital environment can be pretty different and these are some great specific ways to help the patient’s overall care)

1. Make sure its safe to help. Seriously. Please please please do not put yourself in danger. So many people get killed every year stopping on the side of highways, ect-not only is it the LAST thing we want to happen, but it can also make a situation that much worse. 

2. Call 911. Get help going. Its okay if you don’t know exactly whats going on. Its okay if you don’t know if anyone else has called. They’d rather you call and have it be nothing than nobody call at all.

3. Stay calm. Take a deep breath. This is not your emergency, it is theirs and you need to keep a calm head to help. 

All Patients

Other than doing CPR if needed the MOST important thing you can do to help EMS out is to write down the patient’s name, date of birth, social(if you can get it), medical history, and allergies. You might be able to get information from the patient, a bystander who knows the patient, or a wallet/medical alert bracelet. This saves US so much time and searching.

When EMS arrives, be prepared for ONE person to calmly explain exactly what you saw. Helpful phrases are if the patient complained of anything before the emergency occurred, and if they made any abnormal movements(like twitching). Telling me the patient had a seizure when I’m not sure what you think a seizure IS, is a lot less helpful than ‘he started jerking, foaming at the mouth, and he peed on himself’. 

Don’t be offended if we’re doing things while you’re talking. We have just a few minutes to assess the patient, figure out what may be going on, stabilize life threats, and figure out how to get to the ambulance with the patient. Multitasking doesn’t mean we’re not paying attention or that we don’t appreciate everything you’ve done-it just means there is a lot to do at once. 

If you’re a medical professional, identify yourself but don’t try to take control of the scene. We have specific guidelines based on what we can allow bystanders(even doctors) to do. Its like this-I know how to start an IV, but I can’t go in the hospital and start an IV on your patient because you’re the one responsible for them in that setting and I have no ability to practice there. Believe me, if we need you to do something, I WILL ABSOLUTELY ask you. As it is, I’m just incredibly appreciative that the patient had a solid basis of care established. 

Unresponsive with no pulse

3. If the patient is unresponsive, ask another bystander to find an AED immediately. If you are the only person there do the following-

 Feel for a pulse by putting two fingers gently on the side of the patient’s neck. If there is no pulse or you’re not sure, immediately start pushing hard and fast in the center of the patient’s chest between their nipples. Hum ‘Staying Alive’ to yourself to keep the right rhythm(you’re aiming for at least 100 compressions per minute and you want to compress at least 2 ½ inches down on their chest.). Don’t stop compressions unless someone is there that can switch out with you, you become so tired that you cannot continue, or an AED arrives. Don’t worry if the patient has no pulse but appears to be gasping. This is normal and you’re not hurting them-its just something that sometimes happens when someone is dying. 

4. When an AED arrives, open it up and turn it on ASAP. Thats literally all you need to do. Its going to talk you through everything else. 

Unresponsive with a pulse but not breathing or only gasping

5. Tilt their chin back and put your mouth over their mouth. Pinch their nostrils shut. If its a child, put your mouth over their mouth and nose. Give 1 breath and watch their chest to see if it rises. If it does not rise, try to tilt their chin back again and give another breath. Give rescue breaths every 6-8 seconds. 

Unresponsive and breathing with a pulse

6. Roll the patient onto their side so that if they vomit, they won’t choke. Keep them safe and warm and look for any clues to what may have happened(did they bite their tongue? Did they urinate on themselves?)

 Responsive with various complaints(in no particular order)

7. If they have chest pain-give them 4 tablets of 81 mg baby aspirin. Seriously. Saves lives. Carry it in your pocket everywhere. 

8. Provide comfort measures specific to the situation(aka cool compresses for the forehead, ect.) General rule is to keep the patient safe and warm. 

9. If they’re a family member or you have access-gather the patient’s medications together in one spot for EMS to take to the hospital. 

10. If the patient is a known diabetic and feels that their sugar has dropped, the best things to give them are things like orange juice and peanut butter crackers-basically complex sugars and carbs. While better than nothing, candy bars and sodas are too sugary and will shoot their blood sugar up really fast only to have it crash again later if they don’t get complex carbs into them. 

11. If the patient is responsive but confused and you’re not sure if they can swallow, DO NOT GIVE THEM ANYTHING TO EAT OR DRINK. 

12. If the patient has been exposed to something they’re allergic to and they are complaining of things like feeling like they can’t breathe, like their tongue is swelling, they have hives, or are vomiting, ask if they have an Epi-pen. If they do, pull it out of the package, pull out the cap(but don’t put your fingers over where the cap was!!!) and push the pen firmly against their thigh until you hear a ‘click’. Count to 10 and then release the pen. You don’t need to take off their pants to do this. If they don’t have an epi-pen, give them 2 benedryl tablets.

13. The best way in the world to calm down someone who is having a panic attack is to be calm yourself. Eliminate external stressors, removing them from the environment if possible. Sit quietly with them, and talk softly. Ensure they stay safe and warm(seriously. 90% of first aid is keeping folks safe and comfortable). Talk them through breathing slowly to the count of ten in through their nose and out through their mouth like they are slowly blowing out a candle. 

14. If someone is bleeding profusely, the best and #1 thing to do is apply pressure directly to the site of the bleeding with a (preferably gloved) hand. If pressure doesn’t stop the bleeding and its an extremity wound, tighten a belt above the wound until the bleeding stops. Secure the belt at this point until help arrives to take over. 

15. Birthing babies! If baby is coming there isn’t really anything you can do to stop it. The best indicators that birth is imminate is the patient reporting a feeling of needing to go to the bathroom OR (no shit) the appearance of a head/hair in between the patient’s legs. Mom will do the work here. Your job is to keep mom calm, and to gently support the baby’s head/body as it emerges. It will be slippery so- Don’t. Drop. The. Baby. If you see the umbilical cord wrapped around the baby’s head, gently and quickly unwrap it before the rest of the baby is born. After baby is born, vigorously rub it dry with a towel to stimulate crying. If the baby does not cry/remains blue and is not breathing, wrap your hands around the baby’s chest until your thumbs encircle and push hard and fast in the center of the chest until help arrives or the baby pinks up/starts crying. Keep the baby at the level of the umbilical cord until it stops pulsing. Tie off the cord in two places 4-5 inches apart with a string or shoelace and cut between the strings. If baby is okay(pink and crying), place on mom’s bare chest, and keep both mom and baby safe and warm.

16. If you stop at a wreck, unless the patient is not breathing or is in immediate danger, please DON’T pull them out of the vehicle. If they have a neck or back injury, you could cause them more harm. Instead, place your hands gently on either side of their neck to stabilize it and remind them not to move their head until help arrives to take over. 

…I think thats it for now unless anyone else has any other additions! Remember, stay calm, call 911, do CPR if needed, get patient information written down, and KEEP THE PATIENT SAFE AND WARM. You go lifesaver you! :)

anonymous asked:

Saw u did Requests So religious!shy!closet!sean And punk!cool!fuck church!felix Meet after Sean has been drooling over him, and re fucks him the green bean in a church bathroom or something? Degradation? Some pain maybe? And/ Or daddy kink? (I just luv relegious smut) (that's weird) (I'm weird) Go nuts Please

You: that’s weird I’m weird

Update: I changed this up a bit so that they only do bj’s bc my son is PURE thank u very much

Jack’s eyes would flitter between the faces in the church. There was his family, his friends, people from the neighbourhood and of course the people that conducted the ceremonies he went to every Sunday. But there was also a face that stood out, a face with a septum piercing and harsh look on it. The boy would be leaning against the back wall of the church, clearly disinterested in socialising with anyone. Jack watched as a couple approached the boy, disappointment etched on their faces. His parents? It didn’t matter anyway, because the punk looking boy would huff and move from his spot against the wall, making his way across the room. The timid Irishman would watch his every step, until he realised that one- his own parents were talking to him and two- that boy was coming his way. Jack would shake his head, tuning into the nagging that was his mother.
“Wha’s up, Ma?” He would ask, acting as if he hadn’t been totally gawking over the punk.
“I want you to make a new friend, Jack. Felix has a few uh- ‘problems’ I suppose you could say- when it comes to making friends. He just needs someone to set him on the right path, and who better than you, dear?”
Jack would look at her, eyes wide as he stumbled over his words. He would be cut off completely as the punk joined then, his hand resting on Jack’s waist. “I’m Felix, and you must be Jack?”

The boy talked so eloquently for a typical punk, his voice calm and put together. Something that Jack most definitely was not, considering the Swede’s hand was still ghosting over his waist. Jack wouldn’t be the only one to notice this action however, as his mother instructed that the two boys go outside and freshen up and get to ‘know each other better’. It seemed however, in Felix’s mind that getting to know someone meant pinning them against the brick wall out the back of the church, as that’s exactly how Jack was currently positioned. The Irishman would cower in fear, knowing that if the punk chose to attack him he had no possible option of defence, other than curling in on himself and hoping for the best. And so that’s what he attempted to do, but this would just encourage the Swede to pin his wrists above his head, leaving him helpless. It was clear Jack’s interpretation of what was happening was far from right however, and Felix leaned down and left butterfly kisses across his neck.
“Saw the way you were looking at me, babydoll. Saw those shreds of temptation in your eyes. You want me- no- you need me, don’t you?”
Jack would gasp and splutter, cheeks flushing a wild and noticeable shade of red. “I- I don’t know what'cha talkin’ about?”
Felix would smirk and chuckle at this, shoving his thigh between Jack’s before grinding it upward. “Oh?” Felix would pause, “but your cock seems to know?”

The words would seem so vile and naughty to Jack, considering he was born and raised inside a religious household. He’d never followed out on those urges, had never followed out on that feeling in the pit on his stomach. Had always thought it was a bad thing, but with the way the punk was rubbing against him, his mind was too cluttered to even be certain anymore. One thing Jack knew for sure, is that his mother would kill him; but somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he knew she never had to find out. So, Jack would let out that breath he was holding in, and would slowly and nervously push his body further into Felix’s. A smug look would flood the Swede’s face, his hand coming up to stroke over Jack’s cheek. “I’m gonna take you to the bathroom and fuck you like you deserve. Mm? Is that okay?”
The timid boy would nod, gasping quietly. “Want that. Please?”
Felix would show his first act of kindness, gripping Jack’s hand in his as they stalked their way into the bathroom. The silver haired boy would shove Jack into the closest toilet stall, locking it behind himself. Luckily for them most of the people had migrated out the front of the church to eat and talk, so they would have just enough time to themselves.

And this is how Jack would receive his first kiss. Felix’s lips pressed to his in a desperate manner, tongue sliding into his mouth. And Jack knew straight away that something was different about this kiss as a metal stud ran along his tongue. The punk lived up to his status, pulling back with a smirk and flick of his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched Jack’s shocked expression.
“I- fuck me,” Jack would spit mindlessly, backing against the stall’s wall as Felix walked closer and closer to him, pinning him against it.
“Think since you liked my tongue piercing so much, you might like it somewhere else too? Want that don’t you, sweetheart? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want daddies tongue.”
Jack would hold back a squeal, cheeks beginning to hurt from how bad he was blushing. Felix had no filter, in fact Felix had no shame whatsoever. And he especially didn’t have shame as he dropped to his knees in front of Jack, waiting for a reply as his fingers fumbled over the boy’s leather belt. The Irishman would speak softly, eyes flickering between the floor and Felix’s out of utter shame and embarrassment. Yet still, he would manage to get out exactly what Felix wanted to hear. “Want your tongue, daddy.”
Felix wouldn’t taunt the boy any further, instead making work of undoing the boy’s belt and pants so that he could slide them off.

From there he would be full steam ahead, wrapping his lips around the tip of Jack’s cock. The boy would already be shaking, he had never touched himself, let alone been touched. But Felix didn’t give him much time to think, the metal stud flicking over the slit of his tip. He would sink down further, mouth wrapping around the Irishman in a way that was so wrong it had to be right. He would pull back, running his tongue along the underside of the whining boy’s cock. He knew all along Jack wouldn’t last long, but with a final kitten lick the boy would already be cumming down his throat, hands shaking at his side in uncertainty. Felix would grab them and thread them through his hair, assuring the boy that it was perfectly okay. Felix would rise from his position on the floor, hushing Jack as he trembled. The latter would give himself time to calm down, eyes squeezed shut as he continued to lean into Felix for support. And fuck it, he thought, he’d already broken about ten rules, why stop now? Turning to Felix with a look of sudden confidence, he would speak. “Wanna suck you off, please- please lemme, daddy?”
And who was Felix to deny him?

The silver haired punk would help Jack get to his knees, stripping himself of his own underwear and pants because he knew the boy would be far too shaky. Jack would be awestruck, eyes glistening upward as they flicked between Felix and his dick. He was long and thick and his tip was already slick with pre-cum. Jack would follow the boy’s previous actions, slowly licking the underside of his cock before wrapping his lips around the tip. Felix was far more used to this than Jack, yet still he found himself adoring the boy. He looked so innocent and timid, he really was a pretty thing. The Swede wouldn’t be able to think straight as Jack began sucking him off, struggling to take more and more of him in his mouth. And still, he persisted, focusing on opening his throat so that the punk could slide in more and more. Felix would thread his hands through Jack’s hair, not being shy as he pulled and tugged at the locks. He even began thrusting slowly, fucking Jack’s mouth as he grew closer. And the church boy would take it so well, eyes welling with tears as he worked to pleasure the punk. It would be worth it too, as Felix’s hips stilled, cum flooding Jack’s mouth and throat.

Felix would peer down, a smug look on his face. “Who knew church boys swallowed, huh?”

Originally posted by harrywavycurly

harry has been writing songs in his office all morning and you have grown impatient since he’s only spent a few days with you on his break. he’s been extremely stressed about his new album and hasn’t spent anytime with you. all the filming for his upcoming movie had taken a load of time out of his break which he swore he would make up to you. but he is also writing and recording. you don’t mean to sound clingy or anything but you were just dying for attention from your lovely boyfriend. somehow you’ve ended up cooking cupcakes hoping harry would smell them and come down to eat but you’ve been waiting at the kitchen table for over 20 minutes with no sound of harry.

you’ve had enough so you walk to your bedroom having come up with a plan to get harry to pay you some attention. you creep into harry and yours shared large wardrobe into the secret draw you’ve managed to hide away from harry. you slowly and thoughtfully go through all the lingerie you have stored in your draw until you find the perfect piece to make harry second think. you slowly undress yourself and lightly pull the expensive red laced panties and bra on. you let your hair loose from your pony tail and let it fall into soft curls that bounce on your shoulders. you give a little twirl to the mirror and spritz some vanilla perfume on to add a touch. you then prance your way to the bathroom harry and you shared to touch up your makeup that you applied earlier today and add some red lipstick to make the look even more sexier. Just keeping the look simple you then decide its time to grab some attention from your man.

you slowly tip toed into harrys office to see him writing with his back to you. ‘harrrrrryy’ you spoke quietly as you dragged out his name. he replied with an inhuman noise in-between a hmm and yes. he still hadn’t turned around yet which started some anger in you. all you wanted was some attention. ‘watcha doin’ you ask a little bit childishly. ‘love, you know I’m working on the album ill be with you in a minute’ harry replied in a rushed but stern voice. Thats when you decided to just go for it since all day harrys been saying he will be with you in a minute. aka his way to get you to shutup. you slowly walked to harrys chair standing behind him. you started to massage his shoulders and you got him in his sweet spot which caused him to give a little moan. ‘y/n what are you doing.’ he breathed. he’s been so stressed lately so you decided to give him a treat. and maybe you aswell. ‘you know i don’t like it when you lie baby’ you whispered cheekily into his ear as you nibbled on his ear lobe. ‘baby when did i lie?’ harry asked in an airy breath while he tilted his head back and shut his eyes. ‘all day you’ve been telling me you’ll be with me in a minute’ you slowly whispered and then all at once you dug you fingers into his shoulder blades massaging his knots out hard. harry jerked a bit at the sudden movement. ‘i don’t like it when you lieyou whispered sternly and seductively. harry groaned, you knowing his weaknesses. you let your arms drift passed his shoulders and down towards his chest and then core. your body leaned forward as this action continued letting harry smell your sweet sent of vanilla, you knowing its his favourite. ‘baby’ harry moaned. ‘shhh’ you whispered. you twirled his office chair around letting him have a full view of his little surprise you had on for him. once the chair was turned harry scanned your body which followed with a visible gulp down his throat. his eyes were wide not knowing where to start. you crawled forward straddling his lap with your arms roaming his chest. you start peppering kisses on his jaw, neck and chest. the room was filled with harrys sweet moans rebounding which turned you on 1000 times more then you already were. some urge inside of you got you all heated up as you locked lips with harry. it started with one full long lasting tender kiss until it lead into lots of sweet tender kisses at a fast past both turning hot and flustered. harry was always a handsy guy, him always feeling whats his. his hands were roaming around your body he always leant towards your ass and boobs since he just loved how full you were. you moaned at his touch which to harry was music to his ears. he grabbed you hard and pushed you towards the wall having all dominance in his hands. this is what you loved, when your baby took control. he was grinding into you as you both continued to kiss so passionately. 

things escalated quickly once harry took you both to the bedroom. not breaking a kiss you unbuttoned harrys silk shirt and you let your hands roam around his chest. harry was ontop of you and had already unhooked your bra. harry started from your neck and slowing dragged his kisses down to your core and just above your panties. he slowly slid the red material off and smirked at your heavy panting and trembling legs. harry lost all patience and tore your panties off you. he stared at the treasure laying infant of him before he began with his work. you always wondered how his tongue moved and how he was capable of making your body surrender like that. his tongue roamed your pussy and whilst your eyes rolled, you almost seeing stars. but tonight wasn’t just about you. you  pulled harrys head out from your legs and he stared at you confused with his wet lips in a pout. you pushed harry back onto the bed and undid his belt and pulled his jeans down. you made sure to kiss and treat harry well in the meantime. ‘fuck y/n’ harry groaned. you smirked in pleasure before you lined yourself up with harrys dick. you both then went full swing at it. him hitting your good spot numerous amount of times. both full of sweat you moaned in pleasure. ‘fuck harry baby’ you groaned in success and pleasure. you opened your eyes to see harrys head back and eyes shut. you admired you baby and leaned down towards him to place a short kiss on his cheeks. he opened his eyes and gave you a lazy smile. ‘i love you y/n’ he whispered, ‘i love you to harry’ you breathed out in absolute awe. you both reached your highs and you fell down beside him on the large bed you both shared. the silk bed sheets kissed your skin as you both layed their and breathed softly. harry turned his head towards you and you did the same so you both held eyed contact. 

you love that man so much. 


this is not my gif :)

hope you enjoyed. x IC

Off-Limits Part 5

Off-Limits Part5

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex

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Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part Six

Part Seven

Now, there’s only a few things that Bucky decides he isn’t exactly great at. He has no fucking clue how to use a cellphone, for one. And he really doesn’t understand that hair-grease went out of style a long time ago, so styling his long hair is just an absolute wreck now.

Finally, and possibly the most important one, Bucky truly cannot grasp the concept that he cannot do certain things at certain times.

Even in the 40′s, Bucky was notorious for committing different acts during inopportune times.

In Bucky’s eyes, every time is a great time to have Y/N pinned to the hallway wall with his fingers lodged up her dress and his mouth encasing her neck. He can’t see why anyone would think differently.

At least, right now is an absolutely prime moment for him to pleasure her.

There’s a chance someone will walk by and see, or even hear what’s going on; but Bucky brushes the thought aside when he hears Y/N whimpering when his fingers brush by her clit.

“Buck..” She moans breathlessly, her fingers gripping into his shoulder blades. “Just fuck me already.” She huffs, growing far too wound up to go without his cock pounding into her.

And she doesn’t have to tell Bucky twice.

In an instant he has a hand pulling at his belt, tugging the metal away from the leather so he can access the button of his dress pants. “Bucky, not here.” She groans, looking over to the light emitting from the busy kitchen.

People were already piling in the tower for Y/N’s coming home party and if Bucky’s being completely honest, they’re all too damn early. Who arrives at a party an hour early anyway?

Bucky just sighs, dropping his hands to her hips before hauling her over his shoulder. He’s not gentle with it and he knows for a fact she doesn’t want hint o be from the little moan that slips past her lips.

He moves fast, his cock craving some type of attention under his pants.

Reaching her door, he watches as one of her hands comes up to type in the passcode.


Bucky remembers the numbers just in case and enters the door, kicking the steel contraption shut behind him. “Bedroom.” She directs, her hair flying across her face as she hangs upside-down.

Bucky takes in her pristine room, the gold decals and decorative drapes. It’s a room for the wealthy - no doubt.

“How tall are those windows?” Bucky asks, completely distracted by the large scaling windows that scour across her living room. He’s never seen windows that big in his entire life. They’re fucking huge.

“I don’t know Bucky, go to the bedroom.” She groans, rolling her eyes as he stays in place. “I think they’re like 15 feet or something.”

Bucky shakes his head, looking at them closer. “Gotta be taller than that. I’m around 6 feet and thats way more than three of me. I mean they go from the floor to the ceiling. How tall is your ceiling?”

“Buck, I don’t know. Now if you don’t hurry up and fuck me I swear to god I will walk out of here and go to the party.” Y/N mutters, feeling Bucky’s hands sliding on her legs.

“Well who doesn’t know how tall their ceiling is Y/N?” Bucky almost scolds, blowing Y/N’s absolute mind at how he can go from a needy, grabby man to one who is interested in windows. “And you have an hour until the party, we have plenty of time.”

She groans, moving her hands to grip his hips. “I guess I’ll just have to get Steve to fuck me, huh?”

Bucky starts walking towards the bedroom, his jaw ticking at her words. She snickers behind him, licking her cherry painted lips as he slams her down on the bed.

“Steve could never fuck you the way I can, baby.” Bucky snaps in her ear, his body falling on top of hers. She squirms under him and gets her hands out from his weight, wrapping them around his shoulders.

“Bucky,” She hums, pressing teasing kisses to Bucky’s cheek. “Take it off.” She tugs at his dress shirt, watching the thin material stretch across his taut chest as he moves an arm to flitter with the buttons.

The shirts gone in a second, discarded carelessly on the floor. His belt was already undone from their earlier position, so Bucky takes only a moment to snap his button open on his trousers and tear the teeth of the zipper apart before his pants fall to his ankles.

He kisses her, teeth knocking together in a rushed kiss as he wrestles with his briefs, nearly ripping them from his thighs flexing.

Their tongues swirl together, not even battling for dominance at this point as they just want to maintain physical contact. “Take it off.” Bucky sighs into her mouth, tugging at the very dress that nearly started this whole thing.

Bucky thinks back to that damned sales associate and how if she sucked at her job just a tad more, their first kiss would’ve happened much sooner.

Bucky’s wearing far too few clothes compared to Y/N and he notices this when his cock rubs against her dress.

“Make me.” She challenges, ticking an eyebrow in his direction. As imposing as Bucky’s frame might be, she showed no sign of intimidation. He’s actually quite impressed actually.

“I could just rip it off you and call it a day, but I don’t think you’d appreciate that very much. Would you?” Bucky asks because honestly he’d love to rip the thin material from her so nobody ever gets to see her killer body in it.

He’s a jealous man, he admits that much.

“Don’t you fucking rip this.” She snaps, tugging at the base of his hair as she nibbles along his collarbones. He moves closer, lacing his fingers in the slit of her dress. “Bucky, I’m not fucking around.”

“Then I suggest you take it off, doll.”

He flicks his fingers along her exposed thigh with feather light touches, eyes melting into her gaze. She looks impatient and annoyed with Bucky’s antics but he fucking loved every second of it.

“Just fucking lift it up.”

“Now that’s not the same as being able to feel you against me as I completely wreck you. Either use the zipper or I’ll rip it.” Bucky teases, feeling her teeth nip exceptionally hard at his neck.

And god, does that feel fucking terrific.

“Oh for fucks sake.” She grumbles, pushing Bucky off of her so she can stand up fully. She lifts her hair from her exposed back, moving a hand behind her so she can grasp the zipper.

She’s take her sweet time and Bucky can tell it’s just to spite him, but at this point he only wants to be inside of her so he doesn’t care anymore.

“Okay, fine.” He snaps, pulling her down by the waist and into his arms once more, holding her under his chest as he grinds his hips down into hers. He moves the slit up her legs, watching and waiting to see her panty covered heat.

But, he’s surprised at what he sees.

“You’re not wearing underwear, I see.”  He hums while burying his index and middle fingers between her slit, running them across her slick to spread it around.

She moans lightly, tugging at his hair again. He brings his fingers to his mouth, catching a taste of the juice he so desperately craved throughout the day. She tastes amazing, so amazing in fact that it makes Bucky groan around his digits in pleasure.

“So, you were just going to walk around that party knowing very well you were one leg-lift away from showing everyone your pussy?” Bucky cocks an eyebrow at her, scowling.

She smirks up at him, biting her lip and running her hand along his aching cock. “Knew you’d come find me before the party, figured it would make for easier access.” She moans, fluttering her lashes at Bucky.

“I’m the only one who should be graced with this pussy, okay? Don’t need my girl showing it off to everyone in the room.”

“Your girl, huh?”


He finds her clit again and strokes against it, her head falling to the side as she sighs. Bucky knows he might be too territorial, as the two aren’t even together, but he doesn’t care - she’s his girl as far as he’s concerned.

She drives him absolutely crazy. Like this morning when he caught a glimpse of her in the swimming pool with the tiniest fucking bikini he had ever seen. Her pert nipples poked through the white top she was wearing and the bottoms were nothing but some string connected to a thin strap of material in the from, flaunting her entire ass to the complex.

Bucky would’ve done something had Tony not being sitting out there reading in the sun. Bucky just wanted to fuck her brains out but the fact her father was sitting there tamed the twitching his cock was doing.

He ended up going back to his room to stroke one out at the thought of her body on display like that. It was more of a hate-jack-off than anything but it was more than enough for Bucky to blow his load all over his stomach.

God, Bucky wanted nothing more than to pull her from the pool and pin her to the lounge chairs scattered along the pool yard to go down on her. He wanted to bury his face in her sweet pussy and eat her through orgasm after orgasm.

“I quite like that.” Y/N smiles, brushing a hand through Bucky’s hair.


“The fact you think of me as your girl. Possession is pretty hot.”

Bucky speeds up his metal fingers along her core, the metal kissing her folds every time he pushes against her back wall. Her teeth encase her bottom lip, eyes shut wildly.

“Fuck me.” She snaps her eyes open and demands, brows furrowed in frustration.

“Was planning on it.”

Y/N eyes flit down to Bucky’s hand thats stroking his cock with slow pulls, tugging the pre-cum from his slit. Tingles spread through Bucky’s spine, up from his core as he tugs on his cock even harder.

He nudges her thighs apart, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck as he nudges himself against her clit. He rolls his hips, choking on a breath as he thrusts against her wetness.

“Would you just fuck me instead of teasing me?”

“Shut up.” Bucky mumbles, enjoying the feeling of her against his cock without the negative commentary coming from her mouth. “Watch the attitude of I won’t even fuck you.”

“Like that’s such a change to what you’re doing now.” Y/N gasps as he rubs against her clit.

“Be nice.” Bucky comments, watching his cock glistening with her juices and fuck, it drives him crazy.

“Fuck you.”

Bucky rolls his eyes at her sassiness, a large part of him thoroughly enjoying the exchange. He was all too used to people tiptoeing around his feelings, but not her. She would bite at him with vigor just to piss him off and he would go right back. It was the normalcy he loved.

He fastens his cock to her entrance, pushing himself all the way in. She curses during a whimper, nails digging into Bucky’s shoulders. He pulls out and drives in harder, setting a rhythm of rolling his hips into her.

“So fucking wet.” Bucky groans at the feeling of her warmth taking his length. He swivels his hips feeling the sloshing of her juices around the base of his cock.

Bucky lowers his lips to leave a purple splotch on her neck, only to be stopped by her fists on his chest. “So help me god if you give me a hickey before I need to go talk to over a hundred people.”

“Fine.” Bucky nearly pouts before pulling at the top of her dress, dragging it down below her breasts. He dives down, biting and sucking at her breast to leave marks all over it while his hand holds the opposite one.

“Oh, Bucky!” She cries, her thighs squeezing his hips. She grabs the side of his face to pull him in for a firm kiss, toothy and salty from the sweat between the two of them.

She’s moaning above him, almost uncontrollably. Bucky’s quite satisfied with that.

Bucky’s so much bigger than her so each thrust he takes knocks her back further on the bed. He briefly wonders what it would be like to fuck her against a wall but he pushes that thought to the back of his mind when she lets out one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

“Oh, James!”

He doesn’t know why, but every fucking time she moans his name he feels his body still and he’s sure he’s going to cum no matter what.

Bucky goes wild for a moment, his hips thrusting hard into her so he can read places otherwise untouched. She whimpers and moans into his shoulder, dragging her nails so hard down his back he’s sure she’s going to make him bleed.

“Fuck - fuck,” Bucky groans through gritted teeth, gasping into her chest as he rockets his hips into hers. His fingers leave marks along her hips, purple and blue splotches. “Gonna cum if you keep that shit up.”

Bucky knows she’s not doing it on purpose but the sheer feeling of her walls tightening along his cock so tight he isn’t even sure how he’s moving, well fuck, it’s more than enough to make his stomach clench with pleasure.

He pinches his eyes shut, propelling his cock in and out of her while trying to prolong his impending orgasm that’s creeping up on him. he brings a hand down to rub circles across her clit, pressing the rough pad of his finger to the nub.

“Oh, oh fuck! James, fuck!” Her high-pitched noises break Bucky from his gaze on her pussy just enough so he can look at her. Her eyebrows are furrowed in near pain and her red lipstick is smeared along the corners from all the kissing. And then..he fucking feels it. God, does he fucking feel it. She comes harder than ever around his cock, so hard that her hips spasm and the pulsing of her walls force Bucky into his own orgasm.

He couldn’t even hold back if he wanted to.

So, he cums inside of her with a deep groan and a swear, then her name and another swear and another until he feels his hips finally calm the fuck down.

She swallow him up in another kiss when the calm down, sweat running down Bucky’s forehead. “Gotta get to that party, huh?”

“Or we could stay here all night and keep doing this.” Bucky tries, falling onto her body before peppering kisses along her chest.

“I’d love to, but this is a party for me and I need attention to live. So, let’s go.”

Bucky can’t exactly stop the pep in his walk as he enters the party room. He knows how he looks, like a man who just got the life fucked out of him. His ties still crooked and he knows because he couldn’t fucking get it straight, not with his shaking hands from his post-orgasmic jitters.

But, when Bucky looks beside him and sees her, he knows he’s not the only one looking different. She looks freshly fucked, despite the fixed hair and makeup. It’s all in her eyes, the eyes that show more lust than anything else.

They part ways when Bucky sees Tony and he makes his way to the bar where Steve is sitting with Clint.

He watches her though, watches how she smiles and shakes hands with people with the same hand that was grasping his cock earlier.

And Bucky’s doing good, not getting jealous from the lingering looks that fall on her or the introductions with men suitable to date her. He’s doing really fucking good.

“You had sex, didn’t you?” Steve grumbles from next to Bucky, leaning against the bar to look in the same direction. “At least you look like you had fun. Just hope she’s worth it.”

“She’s more than worth it.” Bucky smirks, nodding towards Y/N in the center of the room. His smirk falters when a man moves forward to kiss her cheek, her eyes changing from lust to caution. “Who’s that?”

“Him?” Steve asks, looking at the same man Bucky is. “That’s her ex-boyfriend. Real prick that one, treated her like shit and left her crying every night. Wouldn’t doubt it if he tries to sweep her off her feet again tonight.”

Ooohhh Ex-Boyfriend drama…

Laundry Trivia

I was asked to do prompt number three from the AU prompt list post, enjoy :)

****WARNING: tiny bit of smut****

(I like to picture him in the outfit from s2ep7 “Down the Mississippi” the one where he has a black tank, red bandana, cargo pants that make his butt look great, etc. so thats what i based it on) 

(AKA this one ^^^) 

“Ha! I got that right. Take off your jacket.” 10k stares at your arms excitedly as you spin the desk chair you’ve been sitting in, pull off your leather jacket and toss it aside. 10k stands up and hollers playfully, then sits back down on the end of the bed. 

It’s not like you have anything to study for. School and everything else as you know it is gone. But when 10k found an old history book, he insisted that you and him play a studying game he used to play with his girlfriends pre-z. 

You hated the fact that there had been other girls in his life. “How do you play?” you had asked, an edge in your tone, trying to ignore the fact that he said “girlfriends” instead of just “friends.”

“It’s easy. We ask eachother history questions. And if you get a question right, you get to make one of the other players take off an article of clothing. Whichever article the person who answered chooses.” He smirked and grabbed your arm. “C’mon, we’re staying in this house for the night. We’ll have our own room. And I won’t make you do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” 

You didn’t want to play, but his soft smile and welcoming arms pulling you down the old hallway seemed to convince you otherwise. 

So here you were, playing the game with him. So far, he had made you remove your shoes, socks, and jacket. You had made him remove his goggles (which he argued didn’t count as clothing) his shoes and socks, and his scarf. 

You stare at your jacket, now on the floor by the window. You sigh as you hear the voices of Addy, Warren, Doc, Vasquez, and Murphy out in the foyer. 

You stare into the history book and look for a difficult question, hoping to stump 10k so you wouldn’t have to take anything else off. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable with him anymore. It was that the first person with everything off was the loser of the game. And you had both decided that the loser’s punishment was to make Murphy angry somehow. Not smart, but it was the only thing you guys could think of that wouldn’t cause death. Not definitely, anyways. 

“Okay, I’ve got one.” You move your eyes up to his, keeping your head still. His eyes are burning with passion and excitement, and you can’t help but smile behind the book. “Who was the Greek Goddess of Love?” 

His brows furrowed; his eyes lowered to his now bare feet. “Greek Gods ‘nd goddesses, hmm… shit, I forgot about this stuff.”

You laugh to yourself. Bingo. 

He looks up quickly and suddenly. “Is it you?” 

You roll forward laughing. “No way.” You hand the book to him. 

“Nope! I was kidding! That didn’t count!” he pushes the book back into your lap. You giggle.

“That so counted. You were all serious and everything.” 

“NO!” 10k screams, lurching forward. You squeal and roll the deskchair backwards until you hit the wall. He grabs you by the waist and picks you up with almost zero effort, as if you were a feather. You squeal and kick and watch his biceps flex as he carries you across the room, hoisting you over his shoulders like he does to his rifle. 

He throws you onto the bed and crawls over you, kissing you deeply on the lips. His kiss is fierce, urgent, hungry. He pulls away and whispers “Aphrodite. Take off your shirt.”

You don’t move your eyes from his as you silently obey. He watches your every move like a hawk. 

He stays over you in a push-up position, kissing you deeply and passionately. You return the favour, running your hands over his shoulders, across his neck, and through his dark hair. 

After a while he pulls away, only an inch, and opens his eyes, staring blue daggers down at you. “My turn. Who will be Y/N’s first time?”

You smile and open your eyes. “Tommy,” You whisper. “Now take off your shirt.” 

10k moves his finger to your lips, shushing you, even though you both know the others aren’t going to hear. 

He leans back and stands on his knees, pulling his black tank off slowly, letting your eyes roam all of his perfect ridges and muscles. He really is beautiful, you think to yourself for the millionth time. He playfully balls his shirt up and throws it lightly on your face, smiling. You laugh and toss it at his face. He smiles and throws the shirt to the side, right by your discarded jacket. 

He leans back down and kisses you, sticking his index fingers in the belt loops of your jeans. You reach for his belt and unfasten it, then throw it down. 

He unzips your jeans and begins to slide them down, until you stop him. “Lock the door?” You whisper. He nods and gets up, walking toward the door. You hear a click, and you assume the group does too, but you don’t worry about it too much. It’s not like you get much privacy in the apocalypse anyway. 

“What the hell was that?” Warren stands up and cocks her gun. She looks around anxiously, almost walking right into the coffee table where the group had been playing cards. 

Doc and Addy share a smirk, and try to hide their laughter. 

“What is going on?” Warren shouts, giving them the “Imma woop your ass” look. They only laugh harder. Vasquez and Murphy stare at them questioningly, throwing their cards down. 

When Addy finally catches a breath, she looks up at Warren. “That, my friend, would be 10k and Y/N.” she busts out in laughter once more. 

Doc gasps for air. “Yep. That was the sound of a door being locked.” 

Vasquez chuckles. Murphy rolls his eyes. 

Warren smiles. “Of course it is.” 

“It was bound to happen.” Vasquez leans foreward and picks his cards back up. 

“Good Lord,” Murphy says, leaning back into his chair. “I’m taking a nap.” 

Locked out (Demon!Dean x Reader)[smut]

Genre: Supernatural

Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smutty as hell/forceful

Request: Super smutty Demon!Dean imagine? Please, please!?

It had been just over a week since Dean had walked out that room - it didn’t feel the same, and something told you it never would. His inky black eyes used to scare the hell out of you whenever you saw them, he used to try and hide them from you and Sam but it must have slipped his mind at times - it was only when the incident happened that things had changed…

A couple of days before 

You hated hunts where you had to dress up, how come it was you always as the bait and not one of the boys? You understood that it was an all male Vampire nest that were targeting young women to turn them then keep them as their slaves for the rest of their eternal life, but why you? You came out of your room wearing a tight burgundy vest top tucked into a leather black mini skirt with the high heel boots you never thought you would wear. You had never felt so uncomfortable in your life. Clicking your way into the kitchen you washed the remaining eyeliner and red lipstick off your hands in the sink ’why did I use waterproof?!‘ All of a sudden you felt someone press up against you, slightly bending you over the sink whilst rubbing their hands up and down your hips and back “Well sweetie, if I were a Vamp, Id defiantly have you as my slave” a familiar voice whispered into your ear sending a flutter of pleasure through your stomach, only to then playfully nip your neck before slapping your backside and walking off out the door. Dean Winchester. Why Dean Winchester? You composed yourself and carried on out the door after him, preparing yourself from the hunt you had lied ahead of you.


Sitting at the dinner table staring into the darkness you thought about that night and why it was on your mind so much; ever since Dean had come back he seemed to be more interested in you than ever, slapping your arse at every chance and commenting on how your chest bounced as you walked. You liked it. 

Sitting opposite you was Sam, wearing a plaid shirt as always; and next to you was the man himself - you only snapped out of your daydream from the feel of Dean’s warm hand touch the top of your thigh, you exhaled a little too deeply and he noticed, squeezing you even harder causing you to knock your dinner plate off the table “Oh god, I’m so stupid!” you complained, standing up out of your chair, forcing Dean’s hand to slide off your leg “Are you okay Y/N?” Sam asked starting to stand as well, Dean shot up in an instand and held your back and gesturing his hand as though he was pushing Sam away using the force “She’s fine” he said sharply “She’s just exhausted” he continued looking at you. It may have just been the light but you could have sworn he flashed his black eyes at you. He took you by the hand before you could protest “Ill make sure she gets some rest while you clean this mess up” he said ordering his brother like he always had - Dean led you to your bedroom as the sound of clinking china became distant.

Dean tucked you into bed ever so gently until he heard the bunker door open then shut again, a sly smile came across his face “Be a good girl and stay here, ill be right back” he said propelling himself from the bed, slithering out of the door way and down the hall, you instantly threw the covers off you and peered your head round the corner of the door frame - you heard three distinctive locks of the bunker door and spotted Dean walking back down the hall starting to undo his belt, he haddent seen you yet so you bolted back to your bed and placed the covers back over your body, trying to remember exactly how you looked before you left. Re-entering the room he slipped a chair under the doorknob and continued to you, holding one hand behind his back “What was it?” you asked innocently “Just locking the door so Sammy cant get back in” he replied laughing “What? Why?!” you shouted sitting yourself upright “Because we don’t want to be disturbed” he said through a smile as he grabbed you round the throat, pushing you up against the wall behind you; he nipped the exposed part of your neck “Remember what I said on the night of the big Vamp hunt Y/N?” he reminded you in between sweet kisses, oh god did you remember; you moaned as a reply - his response was biting down on the vein in your neck, it felt as though it was going to burst but it was counteracted by the wetness that started to fill you down bellow “Well, now I’ve turned you” he said bringing his arm out exposing the arrangement of belts and ropes he had collected in the short period that he was gone “Now its time to make you my slave for all eternity”.

The rope burned against your wrists as he tied your right hand your left and hoisting you off of the wall, arms outstretched above your head and arse just about off the bed; Dean stood proudly above you, standing on the bed holding the other end of the rope “You don’t want this Dean, its that thing thats inside of you” you yelled out to him, you didnt want him to stop but you wanted to make sure the real Dean was there “Oh but dont you see?” he said bending down slightly to meet your face, his hand wandered downward; caressing your breasts and grabbing the bottom of your shirt, pulling it upwards briskly he exposed your jet black bra whilst tying the knot tighter by wrapping your shirt around it as well - he pushed your chin up towards his face with his index finger and showed you his emerald green eyes “I do want this” he replied flashing his eyes back to black “I want this so bad!” he said more aggressively throwing you down onto the bed again and straddling your chest; he still held the rope firm in his grasp while he forced your mouth open, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down as well as his underwear, exposing what your body was yearning for. Gripping you by the hair he pulled his face close to yours “Now youre going to take me in your mouth, and youre going to obey. Ive done the walk to the bins many times and im telling you that he is already on his way back. So, are you going to be my good girl” he asked sliding his head into your wet mouth, you bit down hard causing him to yelp out in pain. “No” you shouted with a smile of delight, you knew what was coming; with a face of pleasure Dean flipped you over onto your knees, the rope now making your hands stick to your back, he wrapped it around your stomach and added to the tangle of shirt and rope “Guess we have to do this my way” he laughed pulling down your trousers and undies and thrust his finger into you hard, constantly pounding his finger into your g-spot making you moan with delight he asked once again “Now, are you going to be my good girl?” “No” you screamed halfway through a moan. He slipped another finger in causing you to scream even louder into the mattress “I said, are you going to be my good girl?” he repeated pounding you as hard as he could “YES!” you squealed, slowing his pace he removed his fingers from you, wiping your wetness onto the covers; lowering his face onto your entrance slowly l lapping up your juices to clean you up 'accidentally’ pushing his tongue in too fair every now and then - deciding you were wet enough he flipped you back over again so he could face you, lining himself up with your slit he rubbed himself against you and you hummed a slight moan at the relaxing feeling “P-Please” you called out “Say my name” he ordered “Dean, P-” you were cut off by him sliding himself slowly inside you penetrating you ever so slowly “Oh god, Dean!” you shouted as he picked up pace, he slammed himself into you over and over while you screamed repetitively - he dug his nails in harder with every squeal you made. Hitting your g-spot every time you felt your orgasm pooling up inside you, it wasn’t until you tried to silence yourself that you heard the pounding “Dean, I know you’re in there let me in!” you heard the muffled shout of Sams voice from outside “Nearly here” he winked at you “Better hurry up and finish you shouldn’t i?” he teased as he pounded into you harder. The unmistakable flutter of wings drew your attention to the other side of the room - there stood Castiel gawking with a tilted head and Sam unconscious on the floor; Dean offloaded himself into you, triggering your own orgasm causing you to scream louder than you ever had before. 

“I dont understand, Dean whats going on” Castiel asked innocently “Just showing Y/N who’s boss Cas nothing to worry about” Dean panted.

“I don’t understand

cookiemini4-deactivated20160907  asked:

Can I request a gd smut scenario where his gf is teasing him in front of his members

Originally posted by ibgbang

Red pumps tapping against the black tiles of one of Seoul’s newest night club, you had wondered just why you agreed to show up to this party with G-dragon. He wasn’t even your ‘official’ boyfriend and yet here you were hand in his as the male idol sat down and talked with his fellow groupmates. It was the last day of their world tour and the boys wanted to celebrate their hard work in no place other than their home country.

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Scream Pt.1

Plot: idea thanks to @flyingpainsdaisies ;)
“reader is a professional killer i’m Gotham and Joker accidentaly ruins it one of her jobs and after that he becomes obssesed with her but, she keeps refusing and playing hard to get!!”

Authors note: I think I might make this into a fic idk. I might have to see everyone’s response first or tell me if you guys want me to continue!

Warnings: death, guns, swearing

Killing… that’s what I knew best kill , move to the next and kill some more. Whether it was recreational or for pay. That’s all I’ve known since I was the tender age of 11. Thats when my mom was murdered, shot in the head execution style all because of some gang affiliation by The Red Dragons of south side. Her limp body laying on the cold streets of the south side Gotham. That’s when shit hit the fan and so did I. I just started going crazy after that , I mean what was an 11 year old to do when she watched her mother get murdered right infront of her eyes? I eventually learned how to handle guns and heavy artillery. I then went on to wipe out the whole Red dragon chapter in Gotham. Now I’m just a contract killer doing my own thing and getting my share.

I had just walked into this night club, fancy place might I add. Gold and black everywhere with little purple accents glinting in my eye from time to time. It was rumored to be owned by the jester of genocide himself, The Joker. The music was loud and I could feel it in my chest. Just how I liked it loud enough to drown out the bad thoughts. I walked around looking for my target, yevgeny kevnicoft one of the many leaders of the Russian mafia here in Gotham. From what my contact told me he’s supposed to be here in this very club tonight. I took a seat in one of the booths looking around, checking my surroundings looking for an exit. There he was walking into the club right on time. I was getting ready to get up when a large looking man stepped in front of me.

“M'am the owner of the club would like to have a word.” I scoffed trying to look over his shoulder for yevgeny.

“Kind of busy here, come back another time” I said as I pushed him. He grabbed my arm

“Now” he said dragging me toward the VIP area.
“You don’t have to be so rough” I said smirking up at him. As I neared closer I could see it, the bright green hair and the red lipstick. I entered the area and sat down taking in my surroundings. That’s something I always had to do since she was murdered, I have to know everyone’s move or else. A growl snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him dressed in a burgundy dress shirt and some slacks.

“Hello there doll, I had to bring you over here you just… caught my eye and when daddy see’s something he likes he just-” he said getting up circling around me
“He just has to have it” I rolled my eyes and scoffed still trying to search for yevgeny if I messed this up it would cost me big time. He grabbed my face and growled.

“Your attention is on me at all times you got that?” I nodded, I needed to get out of here quick and fast and kill yevgeny before it was too late.

“If you excuse me I have important business to attend to.” I said getting up and trying to leave. He grabbed my arm and sat me back down

“You leave when I say it’s time to leave.” I leaned back in the booth and and tensed. I obviously wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“So what’s your name sweet?”

“Y/N” I answered blankly. Maybe if he thought I was boring he’d let me leave.
Yevgeny neared the VIP area. This was time I got up and pulled my gun out and tried to shoot him but he ran out of one of the exits. I quickly ran towards the exit trying to get through. I got outside and fired at him again this time hitting him in the back of the neck. I walked up to him and shot him in the back of the head, just for good measure. Just then the cops showed up I attempted to run away but was handcuffed. I thrashed and screamed trying to get out the cops grip.

“I think it’s about time she payed a visit to arkham.” Once I heard the word arkham I lost my shit. I couldn’t go to Arkham, I’ve never been locked there before. Maybe some small institutions but never Arkham. I heard that’s the rabbit hole to insanity, the place where the sane go to become insane. I screamed and thrashed even harder maybe I could just try and run for it again. I pulled away and was wacked in the head with a gun.

I woke up strapped to a metal table with a belt in my mouth. I wiggled and thrashed about until someone came into the room. Her name tag read Dr.V.Sinelli.

“Hello Y/N I’m Doctor Sinelli and I’ll be administering your electro shock therapy today.” I started to scream, I had never experienced electro shock before. She turned on the machine and got the paddles.

“Tell me Y/N why have you killed so many people? Is it because the voices tell you too or is it a deep emotional problem because of the death of your mother?” I slipped the belt off of my mouth and spit in her face.

“Fuck you, you stupid old bitch” she wiped the spit off her face and turned the machine all the way up. She pressed the button and put the paddles on my head. I screamed as the electricity surged through me. I couldn’t see or breath all I could do was scream.

I was escorted back to my room. All the walls were see-through I looked to the cell next to me and saw him. The Joker. He was sitting on his bed with only arkham sweat pants on looking right at me. I took a seat on my bed and stared back at him.

“We meet again doll face , fancy seeing you here” I just stare at him, no words could come out of my mouth. Maybe it was the electro shock or maybe it was how he looked, sitting there in his sweatpants. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

“Your bruises must explain your lack of words” he said pointing to my forehead. I looked at my reflection in the wall and saw 2 red bruises on my forehead, I’m guessing from the electro shock paddles. I couldn’t look at myself I had bruises on my forehead, my make up was smudged, blood running down the side of my face and my hair was all over the place. I just layed down and got under the Arkham issued bedsheets, thin and cold. I drifted off to sleep to dream about my mother being killed over and over again. Like my mind was some fucked up broken VCR replaying one of the most tragic moments of my life. I woke up screaming and that’s all I could do for the rest of the night is scream. Scream until my throat got raw and I focus on the pain. Scream like it was nothing. Scream so I could forget about everything and forget about her and what happened that night. Scream until I lost my voice, scream until I lost whatever humanity I had left.

[TsukkiYama] Christening the Bed (Haikyuu!)

Note: this is my first fanfic ever, after reading and digesting too much smut fanfics I’ve finally decided to write one. Forgive me for the errors, I’ll try to be better next time. I hope you like it. Thanks for reading :3

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi

Title: Christening the Bed

Author: @hinata-de-coco


“Woah. Is that all of it? I think that’s the last box.“ Yamaguchi smiled and stood proudly inside their new apartment.

“That’s all of it. Thank you for using our services.” The two movers bowed and approached the door.

“Ah! Thank you for your help!“ Tsukkishima eyed Yamaguchi as he’s waving goodbye to the movers. His eyes didn’t fall to notice that one of the movers is actually blushing while waving back at Yamaguchi. An annoyance shot through Tsukkishima. He hurried to the door and closed it loud enough for Yamaguchi to frown.

“What’s wrong, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi’s green eyes met his.

“You’re being too FRIENDLY.“ He growled. He wondered why he is so angry. It’s just a wave and Yamaguchi is his but he can’t understand why he’s still so jealous.

Yamaguchi’s brows furrowed. Maybe he’s wondering what caused Tsukki’s weird behavior now. His mouth formed an `ah’ as if he just guessed why Tsukki’s like this.

“Sorry, Tsukki. I didn’t notice you were jealous.” Yamaguchi moved over to where was standing and gave him a hug.

“J-jealous? What the-“

“I. Love. You. Tsukki. Only you.” Yamaguchi breathed into his shirt. His breath warm against his chest. His hair tickling his chin. Tsukkishima felt a surge of happiness. This dork clearly knows how to handle him. He knows too much. He could bend him to his will and he’s fucking got him around his little finger.

Tsukishima sighed and returned Yamaguchi’s hug and broke off seconds later.

“Let’s look around the house.“ Tsukkishima said.

“Yeeees.” The happy reply came as the green-haired dork held hands with him.

They went to see the kitchen first. The kitchen is spacious. The white walls and white tiles made the room looked ultra clean.

Yamaguchi ran his hand over the tiles. “Wow! This faucet has a heater! Tsukki, look!“ Yamaguchi opened all the drawers. No tile remains untouched. Yamaguchi was skipping happily inside the kitchen, like a mother who’s too excited to use it.

Tsukkishima stood by the door, leaning on its jamb. Admiring his lover as it’s fussing over the kitchen. Images of Yamaguchi standing in this kitchen with nothing but an apron on flashed in his mind. Damn it, he’s getting hard.

Yamaguchi turned to him. He tilted his head to shake his dirty thoughts away.

“This is wonderful, Tsukki. Now I’ll get to cook for you everyday.” Yamaguchi seemed oblivious to the fact that his smile is so precious and that the room lights up whenever he does. Tsukkishima summoned all his willpower to prevent himself from charging at Yamaguchi and taking him right there, on the kitchen floor.

“Let’s go.“ He growled. He wanted to be out of that room fast. He needs a distraction or else he will really take Yamaguchi there and now’s not the time for that. They’ve got things they need to unpack.

Yamaguchi opened the door that’s 2 doors away from the kitchen. It’s the bedroom. The walls were also white. It looks bare aside from an air conditioning unit and a wall clock. The time reads 9:00 am. They’ve got plenty of times to unpack and go shopping for dinner later.

Yamaguchi pushed the door leading to the veranda aside.

“Tsukki, look! Look! The view from here is stunning!” Beneath them is a a huge playground with lots of kids running around. Beyond that is the Tokyo skyline. Towering building one after the other decorated the view.

Tsukishima smiled. He’s so grateful he picked this one. This apartment is more expensive than an average one but he wouldn’t mind paying more if he gets to see Yamaguchi like this.

Yamaguchi turned to him wearing his ever glorious smile that could melt Tsukkishima. “I’m so excited to start a life with you, Tsukki.“ Damn, Yamaguchi. Why won’t he stop saying cute things?

All his inhibitions flew out of the window and in two strides he was kissing Yamaguchi. Hungrily. His lips devouring Yamaguchi’s, sucking all the sweetness Yamaguchi’s lips could provide. He was crushing him. His delicate body under his mercy.

“Tsukki…” Yamaguchi breathed.

He carried Yamaguchi to the bed. Tsukishima admired the sight before him. Yamaguchi’s flushed face is very much in contrast against the white sheet.

Tsukishima took his shirt off, his hands flew to Yamaguchi’s hair and his fingers twisted in his green locks.

“Why don’t we christen the bed?“ he breathed against Yamaguchi’s ear. Yamaguchi lied there. Panting. Waiting for Tsukkishima’s touch. Tsukkishima’s erection is hurting him. It felt like his jeans is going to rip any minute from now.

He pushed Yamaguchi’s shirt upward and took one delicious nipple in his mouth. He loves this dork’s smell, he loves his taste. He flicked his tongue, toying the taut nipple. Yamaguchi’s breathing came at irregular intervals. His fingers twisted and pulled his blond hair.

“Tsukki…ah…” Yamaguchi whimpered.

Yamaguchi’s right hand flew to Yamaguchi’s other nipple. His fingers pulled. Yamaguchi arched his back as his fingers rolled his nipple in between.

“T-tsukki, the windows, ahn.“ Tsukkishima ignored him. There are no other apartments near this one and they’re on the sixth floor. Actually, Tsukkishima wouldn’t give a fuck if someone will see them doing this. He wants the world to know that Yamaguchi is his. Only his.

“Undress me.” he commanded.

Yamaguchi’s trembling fingers came to find his belt. Yamaguchi’s knuckles brushed against his sex through his jeans. A tingle journeyed down his gut to his erection.

“Fuck.“ he said breathlessly. “Hurry.”

Yamaguchi pulled his jeans and his underpants down. His erection became free. Yamaguchi gulped. The enormous thing is pulsating. He felt heady and wondered how a thing like this could fit in him perfectly.

“Yamaguchi.“ Tsukkishima snapped, lifting Yamaguchi from his thoughts. “Turn your back against me and lift your ass up.”

Yamaguchi obeyed him, his glorious ass in the air. Yamaguchi trembled from embarrassment and excitement. Tsukishima felt high with pride. His beautiful lover is so small, so delicate, and is under his mercy.

He reached for the lotion in his jeans pocket and poured the cream on Yamaguchi’s hole. And in one swift motion, he’s inside him.

“Ah!“ Yamaguchi gasped. His face flushed. Tears were hanging at his lashes.

Tsukkishima began to thrust. He can see all of Yamaguchi’s glory in the morning light. His hands clamped down Yamaguchi’s waist. They’ll bruise later but whatever. He loves seeing his marks on his lover’s body. It makes things feel more…real.

With every thrust, he seems to be going deeper and deeper. And with every thrust, Yamaguchi’s moans were getting louder and louder. Yamaguchi suddenly turned around while he’s still inside him. Some good old missionary. Tsukkishima continued to pound into Yamaguchi.

“I, ah! L-like seeing your face, T-tsukkiii…”

Tsukkishima’s chest tightened and something hot flowed to his dick. How can he be saying cute things at times like this?

“Fuck…“ He breathed. He pounded harder and harder until Yamaguchi’s legs were wrapped around his hips. Until Yamaguchi’s nails bit his back. Yamaguchi buried his face deep in his neck. He’s tightening, he’ll come any second. Tsukkishima too. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Nngh…Tsukki, please!” he screamed. Yamaguchi’s plea is his unbecoming. His eyes clamped shut, his mouth slacked open as he poured his everything to Yamaguchi.

Still panting, Tsukkishima rolled off and hugged Yamaguchi tightly.

“Don’t Tsukki, I’m sticky.“ Yamaguchi motioned towards his belly which is covered in white liquid.

“Like I’m not the one who caused that.” he said matter-of-factly.

“Hehe. Oh, we’ve got to unpack things but I’m so tired. Geez, Tsukki. You’re insatiable.“ Yamaguchi pouted, scolding Tsukkishima.

“It’s your fault! You’re too sexy for your own good! Stop being like that and I’ll let you off.” He’s a little annoyed. No one can make him lose control like Yamaguchi does. He’s annoyed at himself for not thinking rationally whenever Yamaguchi’s around.

Yamaguchi smiled widely and hummed, “Never. I love you, Tsukki.“



After Watching 50 Shades of Grey - Dan Howell *Smut*

You and Dan are inspired to try something new after seeing the world’s worst film….

PLEASE NOTE - I would quickly like to say that I in no way support or condone the 50 Shades of Grey Trilogy. I am strongly against sexual manipulation, harassment and non-consensual sex (obviously) This one shot it merely for entertainment purposes. Enjoy :)

btw - Consent is sexy


It was a friday night and Phil had decided to go up North for the weekend to see his family so you and Dan had the house to yourself. Movie night was nearly every night in the Howell/Lester/YLN household but the two of you rarely cuddled up together for fear of making Phil feel awkward. 

While Dan was in the kitchen making popcorn and grabbing the two of you glasses of orange juice you threw Dan’s classic black and grey duvet (or comforter if your American) onto the L-shaped sofa and opened your laptop. The illegal movie website you always used, cause god forbid you guys actually leave the house to see a film, now had 50 Shades of Grey and though you had heard all of the controversy surrounding it you were kind of curious. At least this way your weren’t paying and therefore supporting the film. 

When Dan returned he was awkwardly carrying a large bowl and two glasses. You giggled jumping from the sofa to help him. 

“So what would you say to watching Fifty Shades bear?” You asked biting your lip nervously

“Wait you want to watch that? I thought it was rape culture or something” Dan narrowed his eyebrows at you. Timidly you climbed over him on the sofa and quickly pecked him on the lips before sitting between his legs and leaning your back against his chest. He took your hand in his.  

“Well yeah but I think we need to watch it before we get an opinion on it you know? For ehm…” You tried not to laugh “research purposes" 

The opinion trick always seemed to work on Dan so he shrugged and pulled the duvet up to cover your legs indicating for you to start the film.

The film began and before any of the infamous sex scenes started the two of you couldn’t help but laugh and more often that not cringe at the storyline and acting. It was awful and in many way similar to twilight though instead of Edward showing Bella how he sparkles Christian shows Anna his ‘play room’ - neither of you could decide which scene was worse.

The two of you were about to give up when the first sex scene started and an air of tension grew in the room. It wasn’t like you and Dan didn’t have sex, you definitely did, but when Phil was always in the room next door it always seemed too weird and well, it had been awhile. 

Just after the first sex scene you felt something press against your lower back and Dan’s breathing became hitched. You pressed your lips together to stop from smiling, he was getting hot…

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You Don’t Scare Me (Part 3)

Part 1
Part 2

Warning: This part is 95% smut

“I think you should stay in this bed with me actually”

Dan’s black eyes staring into yours was intimidating yet even more more exciting. You simply reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. In a sudden movement, you dug your claw like nails into Dans skin, listening as Dan cursed in a pleasured voice while quickly leaning down to you and connecting his lips to yours. The kiss was quite a soft but more on the side of rushed and aggressive, his lips plump and sweet with the slight metallic taste of blood. Whether it was his own blood or someone else’s, you didn’t know. But it wasn’t going to stop you.

You drag your sharp nails down Dans back, the feeling causing Dan to release a moan into your mouth and his hips to grind down into yours. Small droplets of crimson red trickle down Dans skin, running over the sides of his torso.

When he feels the blood on his skin he is surprised. Its been so long since he himself bled, only used to have other beings blood on him.
He gets a sudden need to show his dominance, sitting up on his legs and taking hold of your wrists.
He brings them above your head and holds them their in his firm grip. A mewl leaves your lips , slightly shocked but his sudden actions.

“Oh Kitten, I am always in control” Dan informs you with a sly grin on his face. His voice sounds different, almost evil.

His black eyes flicker up to your fluffy ears that are twitching, catching his attention. His body moves up as he begins to nip and tug slightly on them with his teeth before moving down to your neck. He releases your wrists from his grip, allowing himself to tear the nighty you were still in. Another meow leaves your lips as the material rips from top to bottom, revealing your bare chest to him, the only item of clothing left on your body being a cute pair of panties.

“Fucking gorgeous” Dan mumbles, mostly to himself as he leans forward and takes one of your nipples between his lips.
He takes care, pleasuring your breasts for a while. You begin to pull at the material of his top, a way of showing him that you want it gone. Dan sits up, pulling the material over his head quickly, wanting to get back to his previous actions. His skin is pale, his torso decorated with scars that look to be years old.

Dan’s fingers work fast at undoing the buckle of his belt, sliding the leather out of the belt loops and throwing the useless item aside. Dan gets up, off of the bed and stands on the ground, undoing his black pants and allowing them to fall from his legs. Excitement courses through your body, making you sit up on the edge of the bed.

“On yours knees, Kitten” Dan instructs, pointing at the ground in front of him.
You take no time in following his orders, and soon enough you are pulling his boxers down, watching with wide eyes as his erection springs free and stands to attention.

You take hold of his length, looking up into his eyes as you begin to kitten lick the tip. You can feel yourself getting wetter at the sounds of his moaning and cursing. His hands are in your hair, his thumb stroking your fluffy ear as your head bob up and down his length.

“Thats enough. On the bed, on your hands and knees”

You do as told, getting in position and listening as Dan kneels on the bed behind you. His rough fingers find the sides of your panties and slides them down and off of your body. Dans hands take hold of your bottom, massaging the flesh and feeling the softness of your skin.

“Fucking perfect” He groans.

You weren’t used to hearing these things about yourself, your now dead “boyfriend” was always calling you things like “freak”.

A pleasure filled mewl leaves your lips as Dans fingers run up your wet folds.

“You’re so ready for me, Kitten” Dan speaks.

Dan takes hold of his length, rubbing it around your entrance, teasing you before his slowly slides in. He moans out in please, the sound sending an electric shock through your body.

He begins to thrust into you, starting off slow but his pace building up quickly. It’s not long until Dan is pounding into you, taking hold of your tail and pulling lightly on it. He reaches around your body with his hand that isn’t holding your tail and begins to rub messy patterns onto your clit. You warn him that you are about to come, and with his permission, you let go. You clench around him as you feel him release into you, all sorts of profanities leaving his lips.

Dan lets go of your tail and collapses onto the bed, laying on his back. You curl up into his side, your head rests on his chest as his arm tugs you closer to him. You begin to purr as you feel the comfort of being beside him.
You look up into Dans eyes, they are no longer black, but they have returned to the warm brown.
Dan suddenly sits up on the edge of the bed, facing away from you, as he does this, you notice the the blood and scratches you gave him had completely disappeared. Dan stands up and begins to get dressed.

“Where are you going?” You question, covering your body with the soft sheets, your tail peeking out of the side.

“Well Kitten, I am hungry. You see, I got a bit distracted by you before i got to eat earlier” Dan says.

“Well… Can I help.. in some way?” You ask. surely he can drink your blood without killing you… right?

“I couldn’t do that to you. I don’t want my pretty little kitten dead”

“can’t you… you know.. without me dying?” you question, feeling a little dumb.

“Oh darling, this is not like those romantic teenage movies… You would die. I can smell the sweetness of your blood, I can tell what blood type you are. I would not be able to stop.”