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Not Holding Back

A Shawn Mendes fanfic based on his song “There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back” aka A Fucking Banger. From Shawn’s POV.

A/N: Oops this just happened. It’s different but I really like this one. Hopefully you guys do too :)


There was a tether between us so strong it was nearly palpable. She could be leading me off a cliff and I’d still follow her- hell, maybe she was leading me off a cliff. I didn’t care either way. I was in love. We were in love. 

We met for the first time while I was touring in Montreal. I was legal age there, so me and the boys went to a quiet bar on a night off. We sat at a corner table with a pitcher of beer, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. She found me anyway. Like it was meant to be. I feel as though I could’ve been anywhere in the world that night instead, but somehow we’d still end up meeting. It was inevitable. Unavoidable. Fate.

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We’re Good

Request: You and Shawn are dating, but you don’t like Camila and you get jealous so you’re very lovey dovey whenever Camila is around––happy ending / “How long have you been standing there?”

a/n: thank you all for being so patient with these updates!! I’m really trying my best to crank them out and balance my school life + social life!! You all rock I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

Going to the studio and just sitting in on one of Shawn’s sessions was always one of your favorite things.  You didn’t want to have a career in the entertainment industry, but seeing the process of everything behind making an album captivated you since the first time you saw Shawn recording.

           You sat on the outside of the booth with a table full of snacks that Shawn requested.  Playing on your phone, or scrolling through social media, was what you did while you listened to him.  He was in the middle of recording some vocals for a piano ballad he wrote.  His voice was your favorite thing to listen to and it soothed every part of you.  You couldn’t hear the music he was singing along to, but from hearing the verse he was singing, you knew that this would be your favorite song off his next album.

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Sex With Remus Would Include

• Making sure the other Marauders aren’t around.
• Constant reassurances that you are alright.
• “Are you sure love?”
• “Merlin Remus, I’m fine!”
• Lots of foreplay
• But it’s all focused on you
• “I just wanna make my baby feel good”
• Slow, passionate sex
• Eventually getting rougher
• MUCH rougher
• Always making sure you finish before him
• moans
• moans
• MOANS
• Throaty groans from him
• Hair pulling kink on both ends
• Dominant near the full moon
• He secretly loves you on top
• Him being louder than you
• The boys teasing you the next day
• Mainly because you can’t walk properly

(Can we take a moment to appreciate this beautiful smol bean. Okay? Okay.)

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

Life or Death (Hamilton x Male!Reader) 2

Words: 2200+

Warnings: blood, disapproval of same-sex relationships, sex mentions

A/N: by popular demand, i made a part two of this. i had no idea where the plot was going to go, but i guess this is okay? enjoy!

Part 1


You groaned, opening one eye. The sun was shining brightly down on you, burning your irises. You pulled yourself up off the fence, stretching your back from the awkward position that you were in all night. By the sun and the empty streets, it was probably around seven in the morning. You stumbled up, attempting to walk with your wobbly legs. You pulled your bag from the bench, and began proceeding in the direction of your house.

It took you a few minutes to get there, your grogginess getting the best of you. As you were walking down your block, you finally remembered why you were outside. “Hamilton!” You yelled, widening your eyes. You quickly touched your neck, feeling nothing but smooth skin. You looked at your clothes, blood staining them. “What the-ow!” You touched your face, the skin tender.

Oh right. Bruises.

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The Signs As "Nothing Personal" Lyrics
  • Aries: "Mixed drinks, mixed feelings of elation. I should have known it was a one night invitation." - A Party Song(Walk of Shame)
  • Taurus: "In retrospect, I wouldn't do it again. Stop talking shit to every one of your friends." -Walls
  • Gemini: "You're only happy when I'm wasted. I point my finger but I just can't place it." -Stella
  • Cancer: "'Cause you left me, police tape, chalk line. Tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime" -Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)
  • Leo: "But I'm stuck in this fucking rut. Waiting on a second hand pick me up." -Weightless
  • Virgo: "She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands. Tearin' up the radio lost in the stereo sound." -Lost In Stereo
  • Libra: "I'll be yours truly unbelievable can't miss this chance to take you, out. Here's your invitation." -Hello Brooklyn
  • Scorpio: "Too much of anything is too much. Too much love can be too much." -Too Much
  • Sagittarius: "My lungs gave out. As I faced the crowd. I think that keeping this up could be dangerous." -Therapy
  • Capricorn: "And talk is cheap so make believe, your secrets find the grave." -Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal
  • Aquarius: "Party queen, cause a scene so ridiculous. Little dress, maybe less so conspicuous." -Break Your Little Heart
  • Pisces: "If I play my cards right I can make the big time. I could be a reason to stare." -Sick Little Games
Nothing says “sorry” like Roses

Namjoon x Reader

1.4k words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.” 


“What did you do?” 

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.

“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.

“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.

“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.

“That’s not all. I broke her vase…” 

“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”

He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.” 

“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered. 

“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.” 

You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.

But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.

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Forbidden Fruit

Ok so I wrote a thing based on my post earlier today in the interest of something silly and light-hearted. Thank you to @kittyboo8015 for reading over it and just being such a gorgeous soul-lifting human.

Read under the cut if you’d like or on ao3!

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The first time Levi saw it happening he blamed the lack of his reading glasses for what he’d just witnessed, passed it off as a misunderstanding. The second time was just plain weird.

And now here he stood for a third time, watching from behind a half-open door as his husband rolled his eyes back and slumped into the bedsheets, cracked sighs of relief sounding so loud in the otherwise quiet home. Levi gulped once, strangely aroused by the display but similarly aghast at what was occuring, a deep purple sphere being run slowly up and down Erwin’s tanned cheek.

Each pass caused another low moan, the man on the mattress unaware that his partner was even back from the store and Levi stared as Erwin’s toes curled in apparent pleasure - he’d never actually made it to the store, forgotten shopping-list having been abandoned unintentionally on the kitchen work top, the only reason that Levi had come home so prematurely.

He’d never stuck around before to see what would follow, previous encounters left alone with a hurried pace and the quietest close of the front door that Levi could manage, however he found himself enraptured and unable to move.

Erwin’s tongue flicked out quickly to taste the fruit, wet muscle taking the smallest of licks and all the blood from Levi’s brain sank deep into his crotch, nature’s bodily reaction catching him off guard and confusing his mind. He tried to concentrate on what was surely so wrong about the whole scenario, remove any sexual connotations - it was difficult though, Erwin’s whimpers of delight making Levi’s ears burn as hot as his groin. 

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tainbocuailnge  asked:

so YOU'RE the one who wrote that kill la kill essay book! i downloaded it ages ago but never got around to reading it fully for whatever reason (I will... one day....) either way it's been super inspirational in that you can just DO that, go and make a book about your fav seies. the other month i wrote a 14k post on a character from a different series i love bc if someone can write a book then I can write a thesis. so thanks for writing a book (even if i havent finished it lol)

The one and only ^^;

I’ll note that I never expected anyone to read the whole thing, though! The book was only ever really intended as a “masterpost” of essays to give folks a convenient place to find any Kill la Kill meta they might be interested in reading. To read the entire collection would be to expose yourself to waaaaay too much repetition, clunky writing, and salt!

I’m super flattered that you found the book inspirational, though, thank you! Honestly, one reason I keep all my old, embarrassing writing on my blog rather than delete it out of shame is because I want to show that formulating meta and analyses is just like any art or other skill: it takes practice. Nobody is just automatically fabulous at articulating their thoughts about stuff—heck, I’m still far, far, far from it—but that’s no reason not to try. You can just write about your favorite thing a bunch and eventually end up with a book! You don’t need any fancy degrees or specialization! And while what you put out may not all be great, every bit helps push you in that direction.

I’m a firm believer that fiction deserves to be talked about because it is important and influential, so I definitely want to inspire others to think critically about fiction with my work. It’s inspiring to me that you felt inspired!

(But holy moly, I can’t say I’ve ever written 14,000 words for one essay. I gotta get on your level!)

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Evergreen                ( 1 / 2 )

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CS secret relationship/forbidden love AU

Killian is wrong, she knows he is; they are not cursed. But she also knows he feels trapped between a rock and an even less forgiving place. It was never about her. It was never about whether he loved her enough to fight for them – nothing could be further from the truth. It was about him.

AO3//FFnet  – Also Part 2 is now written

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A/N: Special thanks to @seastarved who read snippets and everyone else who listened to me <3

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“You’re sure no one saw you?”

It’s a fair enough question to ask, she thinks, what with her back to his chest at the foot of her bed, his hands tucking the hair over her shoulder.

Being seen would null and void the point of him sneaking in here in the first place.

There are so many questions skipping through her mind and yet that’s the only one she can think to say, her heart tripping with her thoughts. Tripping and faltering – the way that every thought and feeling coursing through her is a little desperate to find solid ground, a little unsure as to where exactly that might be. And each question is changed with every pound of her heart, with every touch of his lips to the corner of her jaw, the crook of her neck.

So, that’s all she manages to ask. Not ‘how did you get in?’, not ‘Killian, you shouldn’t be here’.

The castle is flooded with people – diplomats and their entourages, soldiers and servants from several different kingdoms – and the likelihood that someone saw him in the corridor – in her wing, breaking into her room – is unbearably high. He hadn’t even bothered with a heavy cloak like she usually does when she tip-toes across his gangplank. Nothing but his usual cloak and dagger (literally and metaphorically); clad in leather and shadow.

Killian’s voice is a deep whisper behind her ear.

“Ye of such little faith, Emma.”

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I Can’t Stay Away From You

A little something I cooked up for @allgirlswrestlingclub Drabble Day: Super Sappy Prompts #19: “I can’t stay away from you.”

Sami Callihan/OFC

“Heeeeere is your winner, and the new number one contender for the CZW Junior Heavyweight Championship: Samiiiiiii Caaaallihaaaaaan!”

I had to play it cool at least until we got away from the ring - he’d just beaten seven shades of shit out of my tag partner, after all - but as soon as we got behind the curtain I full-on launched myself at Sami, laughing delightedly and clinging to his back despite his half-hearted, grumbling attempts to dislodge me.

“Lookit you, mister hot shot! Gonna have that gold around your waist in no time!”

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The Devil Within (Void!Stiles x reader)


A/N: just got an inspiration to make a short one shot, nothing much. Also have tried to write some Sherlock smut, but I’m getting along very very very slowly. Can’t get a hold of the mood for some reason, sorry.

I had just arrived home, my bag lay on the floor next to my bed where I had just let it fall. I looked out of the window, surely I had closed it when I left. Then again the handle was stiff and I rarely bothered by closing it entirely, since I needed to use a hammer to do that. I also checked the mountain ash that I had poured under the windowsill, just in case. I didn’t want the werewolf in my living room accident happen again.

The night had started to fall, the stars coming out while the moon hid behind clouds. I suspected it would rain tonight, I needed to free warmly the next morning, no doubt of it. Just when it had started to get warm the weather had to change.

I pushed myself away from the window, clicking yet another lamp on but nothing happened. I didn’t see anymore light than the one I had already light up, and I tried again. I cursed under my breath, I hated it when this happened. Especially when the sun went down soon to leave me in the dark for over four hours before bed time.

I was snapped out of my frustration that I put on the lamp, when I heard movement close to my bedroom door and turned, but saw nothing. The shadows were dark, like black holes against my wall, so deep you could drown in them. I frowned. First my lamp dies and then I start hearing noises. Sounds like a perfect day for me.

I let the lamp be and walked over to my bed. I take my phone out of my pocket and start tapping. I open my music library and put on The Devil Within by Digital Daggers and take my notebook from my bag, taking it on my bed and letting it fall to lean on my thigh. I hummed the tune, going through the pages of my book, my pencil case still in my bag.

I will keep quiet
You won’t even know I’m here
You won’t suspect a thing
You won’t see me in the mirror
But I crept into your heart
You can’t make me disappear
Till I make you

Then I heard the sound again. It was like shoes sweeping over the wooden floor, being dragger over the surface agonizingly slow, tauntingly ghosting in the air. It drove me mad. I jumped up from my bed, slowly walking closer to the shadows, ready to get pulled into the darkness when white spots started to appear in the black shadow. I jumped backwards, a real human being walking out of the darkness only for me to realize it wasn’t a human being. It was a figure that resembled me of a walking dead corps. A corps I once knew, the body of my close friend’s that had been possessed by this awful spirit that had come to me  to haunt me.

”Hello, dove.” He mused with a smile on his pale face. The bags under his eyes were so unnaturally dark and he really did remind me of R from Warm Bodies. Then again he was possessed by an evil fox spirit which only proved how natural this situation was in the first place. By then I had backed away three steps, my face held a horrified expression.

”How did you get through the ash?” I stuttered. I held myself in a self hug, my arms wrapped around my front, my shoulders down but tense.

”You really didn’t expect that to stop me, did you?” He asked, humored by my scared figure and by trying to stop him and really believing in succeeding. ”I thought you would be smarter than that.” He took slow steps further which made me only back away more. I tried to keep the distance between us, but would soon hit a wall or a furniture if I’d need to continue this long enough.

”What do you want?” I questioned knowing I would lose myself if I would not get answers soon.

”I’m not going to hurt you.” He said as he closed the distance in between us. I had stopped backing up but his closeness did still affect me. ”I’m here just to keep an eye on you.” He smirked.

He kept studying me with his eyes, his ears taking in the lyrics in the song and he moaned, his eyes closing for a second. ”You have a great taste.” He groaned in pleasure with his low and raspy voice. He opened his eyes, leaning a bit closer and breathed into my ear, ”A song just written for us two.” And he laughed evilly, pulling away as panic took over me.

His dark eyes observed my weeping form, my arms holding myself together even if I was already breaking from the inside.

”Get used to me darling, as I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a little terrifying when you can wake up at 2:30 in the morning and hear gunshots and write it off as people out in the woods near your neighborhood hunting, only to find out that it was actually someone breaking into your neighbor’s car, stealing his concealed carry, and firing it into the street.  The fact that I can hear gunshots past 2:00am and not think anything of it is ridiculous in and of itself.  Gotta love America.

Shower - Bucky  x Reader Valentine’s Day One Shot

//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ONGOING FANFIC.//

//WARNING: ROUGH SMUT AND LANGUAGE.//

WORD COUNT: 2,108

You have been working with The Avengers for a while now, and have gotten familiar with everyone… but Bucky. Bucky, or The Winter Soldier, as you really knew him, kept to himself most of the time. You only really heard him talk when you were on missions or when you were giving mission reports. Although you didn’t tell anyone about it, you honestly wanted to get to know him better.

He was mysterious, and also pretty hot. 

But of course, you wanted to keep everything professional, and for fear that you would lose control if you got to close to him, you never approached him.

It was February 13th the day that you got back from your latest mission. Sweaty and exhausted, you had retired to your room, wondering what you would do the next day. Valentine’s Day. Or, as you liked to call it, Singles’ Awareness Day.

You decided that you would rent some movies and eat an entire bucket of ice cream on your own, while pretending not to be thinking about what Bucky would look like naked.

“Alright. Good job, all of you. Especially you, Agent (Last Name). I heard you took a pretty big part in this mission,” Steve had stayed at Stark Tower during the mission. It had only been you, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky, and everything had remained purely platonic. 

“What? Who told you that?” You laughed nervously. You had taken a huge part in this mission, but you hadn’t bragged about it or anything. You didn’t want to come off as a boastful person.

“Bucky.” Steve replied.

Oh my God. That man.

“Oh. Well, I guess I did - not to be bragging or anything.” You shrugged.

“You can be proud of achievements without bragging, you know,” Steve smiled at you and you smiled back.

He was hot, too, but he didn’t give you shivers like Bucky did.

“Alright, thanks Steve,” you started walking off, but Steve spoke again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Oh no, was he asking you out? Were you going to have to reject Captain America?

“Nothing much - ice cream and movies.” You told him. “I don’t really make a big deal about Valentine’s Day.”

“I don’t really get the point either. Whatever, you know? Natasha kept trying to set me up on a date this morning, but I told her that I wasn’t ready for it. Anyway, have a nice day, (name),” he shrugged.

Good, he thought that a day devoted to love was as pointless as you did!

 You then walked up to your room thinking about what ice cream flavor you would get.

//THE NEXT MORNING//

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Natasha winked at you as you passed her in the hallway. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Natasha,” you smiled at her.

What was that about? 

You kept walking. You had a kitchen in your apartment/room, but you hadn’t stocked it up yet, so you just used the main kitchen like most everyone. You knew you looked like a mess, but at this point, The Avengers were like family, so walking around in your pajamas and bed head really didn’t matter, right?

Turned out it did.

Of course, Bucky was there, eating cereal in the table near the main kitchen.

Normally, he would be in and out already. Due to his PTSD, Steve had told you he hardly slept, causing him to get up in the middle of the night. He usually got his food then and then walked back to his room or trained. You hardly even saw the guy.

But today he was sitting there, reading the paper and pretending not to look at you when you walked in the room. You ignored him, you were thinking about him, but you were so tired that you didn’t care. “G’ morning, Buck,” you mumbled sleepily.

Damn, you just wanted to get some breakfast and now some hot guy was staring at you while you looked like a mess. Why you?

Oh no.

Was this why Nat had winked at you in the hall earlier?

That woman.

“Hello, (name),” he said. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

“Something funny?” 

“N- no.” He sounded confused and sad, like he was hurt.

You softened. How could you be mad at him?

“Sorry I snapped. Still tired,” you played it off.

“It’s okay,” 

That was pretty much the whole conversation.

“You doing anything today?” He piped up suddenly.

“Nah.”

“Okay,”

“You need me for something?”

“No.”

“Okay,” you concluded.

You finished pouring milk over your way-too-large bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios and grabbed a spoon before heading up to your room.

“Hey - uh, could I use your shower? Mine is broken. Sorry if it’s sudden,” Buck piped up.

“Uh… okay? Is Tony fixing it?” 

“Yeah. I just finished up with a workout session and I’m sweaty, so.” He shrugged, as if that explained everything.

“Uh - alright. Follow me,”

You led him to your apartment and then to the bathroom. You got out a spare towel while he was at his apartment grabbing something to change into. A few minutes later he came back and thanked you several times. You smiled at him, glad you were sort of connecting with this god of a man.

Before you could walk out of the bathroom, he grabbed your arm. “Do you need to take a shower today?” He asked.

What the fuck kind of question was that? You laughed it off. “Yeah, but I’ll do it later.”

“I was just thinking,” he bit his lip. “Maybe we could - conserve water?” He smirked at your surprised reaction.

“Bucky?” You questioned. 

You wanted to be professional.

You had to refuse the offer.

You almost said something.

And then he pulled his shirt off.

His abs.

Why? Why you?

Eagerly, you pulled your shirt and pants off and he smirked even more when you turned around so he could take your bra off. You shivered when his metal hand touched your shoulder, but you didn’t pull away. Slowly, he pulled off your bra. “Buck…” You moaned as his flesh hand traced circles down your back.

“What, you gonna cum just from that?” He gave a low chuckle and you shivered again. “Turn around for me, doll.”

He bit his lip harder when he saw your tits bouncing up and down with each movement. You had always had big breasts, but you guessed this was the first time he had really realized how large they were. He groaned and reached for them. He traced circles around your nipples till they were hard and perky. You moaned continually. 

“How long have you dreamed about me naked?” He chuckled.

You went red.

“So you have.”

“No I haven’t!” 

“Then why are you blushing?” 

“Cause that’s a weird thing to say!”

“Wanna unbutton my pants for me, doll?”

“Are you sure about this Bucky?” You asked him.

He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you? I couldn’t even be around you, I would get erections and have to hide them,” he explained while looking at your tits lustfully.

“Okay, Bucky…” You said, you came over fast, slamming him against the bathroom wall and started making out with him while unbuttoning his pants as fast as you could. You had to be on tip-toes to reach his mouth, but you managed it. Soon his pants were in a pile on the floor. You could feel his erection through his boxers… you could also feel how big he was. You were both moaning as you teased his large cock through the fabric.

“You tease. Take them off. Let me show you.” He winked.

You nodded and pulled down his boxers. His cock… it had to be 8 or 9 inches. You gaped and he pushed you down on the floor.

“Wait,” you scolded him, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. “This will be more comfortable.” You told him.

“Alright, do you like it soft or rough - and when I say rough, I mean rough,” He told you.

“Rough, babe,” you moaned just looking at him there, naked and erect.

“Okay. Just remember, you asked for it.” Buck said, winking again. 

“Wait, what if people hear us?”

“Do you really care? The longer you worry, the longer it will be from when I shove myself inside you,” he reminded you.

“No, I don’t, daddy,” you whined.

“I like it when you call me daddy. Now get on your hands and knees, bitch.” He turned harsh and scary for a second, but you didn’t hesitate or get scared. He was even sexier when he was mad. He spanked your ass before literally ripping off your underwear with his cold metal arm. 

“Ow!” You cried.

“Shut up, slut. Now suck daddy’s cock for him,”

You liked the feeling of his long penis being shoved in your mouth. Eagerly, you deepthroated him, choking on your spit and enjoying every second of it. By his loud moans, you knew he enjoyed it, too. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off his cock.

“Good little bitch. Now you and daddy are going to play a game.” Bucky told you. He turned so dark and lustful when he was aroused, and you loved it. “The game is that daddy will tease you, and if you touch yourself, you get punished.”

You nodded in understanding.

He rolled you over and marveled at your dripping wet clit for a second before leaning down and teasing it with his tongue. Oh God, this man was good. He was tracing letters on your clit with his tongue, though, and you tried to find out what it was… J… A… M… E… S… he was spelling his name.

And then B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N.

And then B-A-R-N-E-S…

You came when he finished his last name, your cum making a mess on the sheets. “You moaned a lot, but you didn’t touch yourself. What a good little bitch you are,” he told you, holding up your chin before nearly suffocating you with a surprise make up session.

“Bucky you’re so sexy when you’re turned on.” You told him.

He slapped you. “You don’t talk unless daddy tells you you can.” He scolded. “Now you need to be punished.”

He went to the bag he had brought his clothes in and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. “You brought stuff for sex in the bag?” You laughed suddenly.

“Shut up, slut,” 

You closed your mouth.

He put the two handcuffs around the bedposts, and then around your wrists. He had also brought a vibrator, which he shoved into your pussy and turned onto the highest setting. Lastly, he grabbed a choker collar from his bag and put it in your mouth, the red ball preventing you from speaking, only to moan and groan at the pleasure. He then sat down in a chair across the room and watched you moan and have spasms from the pleasure the vibrator was giving you. He wasn’t going to let this end until you came again. 

And you did.

Cum was flying everywhere, it was going to be a mess to clean up, but you didn’t care.

Bucky came over and removed the vibrator, handcuffs, and choker. “You made a mess all over the vibrator!” He yelled. “Lick it off, bitch.”

Eagerly, you did.

“Are you ready to have me inside you?”

You nodded.

“Daddy is letting you speak. Tell him how bad you want it,” Bucky ordered.

“I want you in me so bad, daddy. I want to cum all over your cock!” You whined.

“Alright. No more talking, whore.”

He grabbed you suddenly and shoved his cock inside you, and you let out a moan. Grabbing you by your hips, he moved you up and down his penis, letting you flail around like a rag doll. He groaned and you groaned back. 

“Say - s-say my name, slut,” he forced out between moans of pleasure.

“Buckyyy…” You whined.

“Again!” He ordered harshly.

“Buckyyy!” 

“AGAIN!”

“BUCKYYY! BUCKY I’M GONNA-”

“ME TOO, DOLL. DADDY’S GONNA CUM TOO-”

You both came on each other, moaning and groaning with the amazing feeling.

“Daddy says you can speak again.” Bucky panted.

“I love you, daddy,” you whined, exhausted.

“I love you too, doll,”

“So much for a shower.” He laughed.

“We really do need one now, don’t we.” You giggled.

“Yeah… let’s go take one, then,” Buck said, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You leaned against him and then you both walked, naked, back to the bathroom.

My Captain Swan Fics

A collection of my work

~One Shots~

Nothing but a Dirty Pirate

Rated: M

Words: 2,031

Summary: Canon divergent post Neverland based on a prompt from anonymous. David walks in on Emma and Killian during lazy morning sex and completely flips out.

Washing the Nightmares Away

Rate: M

Words: 1,956

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An Unlikely Pairing

Originally posted by cisco--ramon

Summary: (Unrequested) Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, shows up at school one day.

A/N: Just a one-shot I thought of, nothing too special about this one. Again, from my old blog

You sat in the Glee Club room with everyone else as you were waiting for the school day to start, the room had become your hangout place. Everyone was talking, until a sudden presence in the doorway quieted everyone.

“I still hate the stench of public schools.” Your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe.

“Oh my god, what is Satan doing here?” Santana groans with a pointed stare at Sebastian as he enters the room.

“Well, I have the day off, and I thought I’d come and see my competition. Well, you’d technically only be competition if you even had a chance at winning. But that’s besides the point. I also came here to see my girlfriend.” He leans against the piano, waiting for the reaction.

Blaine, your brother, who is currently the only person at McKinley who knows about your relationship, groans. Everyone hears him but pays little attention, instead murmuring  to themselves.

“But why is he here?” Sebastian looks at you and winks while everyone is distracted. He knows you haven’t told New Directions that you two are dating.

“I thought he was gay.”

“No, actually. I’m 100% straight. It’s just fun to flirt with guys.” Sebastian chimes in, still leaning against the piano.

“If you’re here to see your girlfriend, why are you standing around here?” Mercedes questions him, and Sebastian just looks at you.

“Guys,” you sigh. “Sebastian is my boyfriend.”

“WHAT?” They all shout at once.

“You’re dating Satan?” Santana asks you.

“Y/N he’s the enemy.” Kurt admonishes, his deep distrust of Sebastian showing.

“Yes, we’re dating. And relax, we’ve been dating for a while, if something bad was going to happen it would have already happened. Have the Warblers even tried to sabotage us recently?”

“Blaine, you knew about this?” People start to question him, and he gets defensive.

“Guys, guys, don’t pin this on Blaine, I told him not to tell you.” Sebastian takes his chance to move from the piano and stride languidly towards the group, taking a chair and sitting in it backwards, so the back of the chair is facing them and his long legs are slung on either side.

“Look, I know you guys don’t like me. I don’t expect you to. Well, I expect one of you to.” Sebastian looks at you and winks, giving a proud smirk when he makes you blush. “But I mean, I decided to spend my entire day off with my girlfriend at her…poor excuse for a school.” He shudders slightly and looks around with disgust at the last phrase but continues. “Plus, you all know me, I can be ruthless, cold, I’d go as far as heartless even. But I love Y/N, I mean ask Blaine he’s seen us.”

“It’s true, it’s actually kind of sickening sometimes how they are together.” You get up from your chair and go to Sebastian, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the chair.

“Heyyy, can we talk? Okay great, come on.” Once you’ve successfully gotten him into the hallway (how does he manage to walk so smoothly even when he’s pulled?) you stick your head back into the room.

“Just a sec.” You close the door, unaware that they could still see you through the window. All is quiet in the room as they try to hear you and Sebastian.

“Why did you come, Sebastian?”

“What, no ‘happy to see you’ kiss?” He smirks, and you reach up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss him, but he catches you and deepens the kiss, taking a step forward to close the gap. You respond immediately, intensifying the kiss until you have to break away to air.

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“Oh. My. God.” Kurt is the first to speak, saying what was on everyone’s mind.

“I feel like I have to go wash out my eyes.” Brittany comments, and people murmur their agreement.

“I’m the one that has to deal with this all the time, guys.” Blaine says, and people all apologize.

“Shhh, they’re talking again.” Mercedes quiets them.

~~~~~~~

“But seriously, Sebastian. Why did you come?”

“Because I want to spend the day with my girlfriend. Even if it means being inside a public school.”

You smirk, a habit you developed from Sebastian. He smirks to himself, pleased that he was rubbing off on you.

“Well that’s nice of you. But please, don’t be a jerk to them.”

“I’ll try. But only because I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him again, quickly this time, and head back into the room.

“We’re back.” You announce, as you sit back down in your chair and Sebastian takes the one next to you.

“Fine, just please don’t make out like that again.” Rachel says. “It was disturbing.”

“No promises.” Is all Sebastian says as he takes your hand, pulling gently. You concede, getting up from your chair and going to sit in his lap, turned so you can see him like you usually do. You see people looking at you, but you give them a few pointed stares before settling in and talking to Sebastian.

“Does this always happen?” Kurt questions Blain.

“Unfortunately, yes. But you should see him with her, he’s different. He cares about her.” He motions for the group to gather at the other side of the room while you talk to Sebastian.

“Guys, I know you may not like Sebastian, but Y/N really does, and he likes her.”

“Okay, well I don’t see any problem with it. Besides, it’s not our business to be involved in her relationship, as long as they’re both happy. The most we can do is be accepting.” Mercedes says, and everyone agrees.

“If Y/N gets hurt though, I’m kicking his ass.” Santana adds, and people agree again. The group disperses, and turns to see you and Sebastian kissing again, like you were in the hallway.

“Oh my god the images.” Artie says and covers his eyes.

“Y/N, please. I’m your brother I don’t need to see that.” Blaine says as the group comes to stand in front of you and Sebastian. You pull away, both you and Sebastian looking at the group in front of you. Mercedes is the first to speak.

“Y/N it’s come to our attention that you’re dating Sebastian, and although he is ‘the enemy’, we wanted to say we’re happy for you. Just please, don’t kiss like that in front of us.” You get up from Sebastian’s lap, and hug Mercedes.

“Thanks you guys, that means so much.” Santana walks over to Sebastian and looms in front of him.

“If you hurt her, I will hurt you pretty boy, so treat her right.” Sebastian just stands up and adjusts his shirt.

“I already do.” He comes over to you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling.

“Come on, Babe. You can give me a tour of this wretched place. Or we can go get coffee.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, with a hint of a smile. “See you guys later!” You call out as the door shuts behind you.

“They really are good together.” Quinn comments as everyone sits down again.

“Yes, they are.” A chorus of people respond.