pin her down

Our paladin planning to break her oath

Paladin OOC: “If I’m going out, I’m going out big, you can’t unring the bell.”

Paladin (Who is a dragonborn): “As I’m pinning her down I lean over her and whisper “Die” before using my breath weapon at point blank range.“

DM: "I’ll count that as an automatic crit. The room starts to smell like burning flesh, and her face starts to look like Anakin Skywalker’s.”

The rest of us had to role to see if we threw up from the smell.

Next Round:

Paladin: “I’m going to hold her hands down with my knees, throw my shield to the side, and two hand my flaming axe on her face.”

DM: “Okay, roll to attack.”

Paladin: “…Nat 20.”

DM: “Okay, roll double the fire damage since you’re basically attacking a 3rd degree burn victim.”

Paladin: “Okay I rolled 44 damage.”

DM: “Wow okay. You slam your flaming axe down into her head again, and again, and again. The amount of blood and facial tissue spraying around the room is more than you would find on a battle field, even the barbarian looks horrified at the massacre going on in the corner.”

Paladin OOC: “Hey, I said I was going out big.”

anonymous asked:

And problematic things Finn did to Rey: Refused to stop taking her hand after being told once. Once is enough. Physically assaulted her by climbing on her, sexually harrassed her by asking a pointed sexual question when they were alone, abandoned her, put her in danger on Starkiller Base, made her a target because he was too useless to fight effectively.

Wow. You know, I’m not surprised that these are your arguments, because these are the same tired complaints I’ve seen Reyl0s yawn on about ever since last December. FinnRey fans could practically argue against these in our sleep. However…sure. What the hell? I’ll answer anyway.

Refused to stop taking her hand after being told once. Once is enough.

Did you miss the part where Finn was literally pulling Rey out of danger? Taking her hand and tugging her is much quicker and more effective than yelling, “RUN,” waiting for Rey to react, and then seeing if she even catches the danger in time. Had Finn not taken Rey’s hand, she would have died. She would be gone. Blown up. History. Besides, I’m guessing you took a pee break when Rey crawled over to Finn after he got briefly knocked out from the explosion, because she offered her hand and was perfectly comfortable with physical contact after that. She understood why Finn was taking her hand before. 

Physically assaulted her by climbing on her,

Climbing on her? Seriously? Using her head to prop his hand on and stand properly in his seat is not “climbing on her.” Was it rude? Maybe a bit, but Rey was only slightly annoyed and got over it in 0.5 seconds. You’re making it sound like he forced himself on her lap or pinned her down in her seat or something. That’s…not a good look on your part.

sexually harrassed her by asking a pointed sexual question when they were alone,

What? Are you talking about? Are you referring to him asking if she had a boyfriend? That’s hardly sexual. It’s basically like him asking, “Hey, are you single?” Since when does that indicate sexual harassment? Is asking a girl on a date sexual harassment to you? 

abandoned her,

And then, you know, came back to save her, which was the whole entire point of his character arc. That would be like saying Han abandoned Luke before the Death Star mission, and then turning the movie off right before Han swoops in to have Luke’s back. 

put her in danger on Starkiller Base,

Receipts?

made her a target because he was too useless to fight effectively.

Yeah, Finn lost the fight on Starkiller, but you know the funny thing about your point here? You know the hilarious part? The only reason either of them were in danger in the first place was because of Kylo. You know, the Dreamboat™ you think is so perfect for Rey. In fact, let’s unpack some of the terrible things Kylo has done to Rey:

  • Knocked her unconscious and then proceeded to carry her against her will onto his ship.
  • Invaded her mind, a procedure that Pablo Hidalgo has confirmed is physically painful for the victim, and rubbed her insecurities/private thoughts in her face. Please note he was also doing this in order to get info to murder his uncle with, but I’m assuming you don’t care about Luke either, so I digress.
  • Murdered Han, a friend of Rey’s, before Rey’s very eyes.
  • Immediately chased after Rey and Finn in the forest and taunted them with Han’s death. (”Han Solo can’t save you!”)
  • Threw Rey into a tree.
  • Seriously injured Rey’s good friend, just because he could.
  • Had Rey locked over a cliff, a very threatening situation that was clearly meant to frighten Rey into joining his side.

So you know, anything Finn might have done is absolutely microscopic compared to what Benny Boy Wonder was up to in TFA. I think you need to sit down, watch TFA again, and seriously consider the reasoning behind you thinking the way you do, because I have a very hard time believing that you nitpicking Finn for all of these non-issues, yet letting everything Kylo does slide, isn’t driven by racism in some way. 

The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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signs as the black girls you’re bound to meet in your life

aries: she can probably beat you in arm wrestling, and while she won’t brag about it without prompting, if you decide you wanna act like you’re the HNIC, she’ll be quick to take you down a peg. your absolute best friend or the worst nightmare of an enemy, like she won’t go all out of her way to fuck with you, but you’ll be fucked with. remembers everything. not exacty the “mom” of the friend group, but lowkey responsible… unless she’s bored. 
taurus: the friend who makes sure you ate and pulls snacks out her bag if you didn’t. always down for a laugh. falls asleep when y’all hang out at the house. not about short-term friendships or relationships, so if you end up in one with her, remember that she can and will cut you off at anytime bc this means like… nothing to her lol like yall are friends but it’s not that srs. loyal until you hurt her then just fades back out your life without a word unless you decide to fix your mouth to ask why, then get ready for an earful. 
gemini: takes screenshots and has all the receipts, so don’t think about lying on her unless you wanna be all the way exposed. her room either looks like a five-star suite or like all the drawers barfed on the bed and chairs (and maybe floor), just depends on what day of the week it is and if anyone’s coming over. dressed to kill. nice until you do something wrong, then don’t know you. has EVERYTHING in her bag. knows all the sales. most likely to slash your tires.
cancer: carl thomas - emotional.mp3. just so many feelings. super nice until she’s SUPER NOT. the actual mom friend if your mom had you at 14 and was growing up with you. like, she’ll hold you when you’re sad, but she’s also down to go hit the club afterward. always watching, like in the beyonce-peeking-through-the-blinds kinda way, she knows everything, she’s just not saying anything. super loyal as long as you return the favor. geniunely surprises you when you find out her kinks. 
leo: highest expectations in the crew besides virgo because… well, have you seen her? have you seen the effort she puts into herself, her career, her life? seriously, like keep up. big softie deep down inside who just wants to be loved and treated like a princess but also worshiped like a queen like, why is this so hard? turns to mush inside if someone she likes is around, but trying to act like they’re no big deal and annoying bc she’s not gonna admit someone has that much hold on her. like things just so, so stop FUCKING with her stuff.
virgo: going to the top and not gonna let anything stop her… but if anything does they’re breathing fire and huffing smoke and being pissy about everything. always has advice and if you don’t take it, it serves you right when shit goes wrong. petty and stands by it. bougie but usually cute about it. probably has an impressive, color-coded day planner or everything scheduled into her phone. biggest betrayal is purposefully getting in her way. 
libra: super cutie who wants everyone to get together and bake a cake full of rainbows (but also somehow an evil genius if need be?). never ask her to pick where y’all are going to eat, because she’ll end up trying to take a vote or something instead of outright picking. always has a crush on/kinda sorta thing with somebody (changes/rotates constantly depending on who’s paying her attention), or the one in a relationship that she’s 149% all about. loud. kinda goofy. same room dichotomy as gemini, ‘cept hers is pillow paradise.  
scorpio: nicest person with the shortest temper, and the worst part is that it SMOLDERS. the living embodiment of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. the friend you go to when you have a bad breakup bc she’ll put you in tight-ass dress, do your makeup, post you on ig to make sure your ex sees, and then take you out on the town to forget everything except how bad-ass you are. gotta check on her periodically cuz she’s not about to let anyone know when she’s suffering (she’s the one who Gets Shit Done, what does she look like asking for help?)
sagittarius: sweetheart with her own agenda. private and you don’t even know it. better justifying/deflecting genius than libra, which is kinda scary, tbh. coordinator extraordinaire, which turns into manipulator extraordinaire unless she’s done some emotional work on herself. lashes out when she’s hurt on some FUCK IT ERRYBODY CAN GET IT type shit but will maintain that she’s unbothered. nice as long as you remain on her good side forever and always. social climber and unashamed about it. 
capricorn: the only one more ambitious than virgo, but not wasting her breath giving out advice lol if you wanna know her secrets to success, you can buy her book when it comes out. doubt her and you’re dead to her. the actual evil fucking genius, like between the fact that her talk game and diplomacy skills are on point and the fact that she refuses to let anyone make a fool of her, just don’t try her. like if you fuck her over and she just stares at you and then smiles and goes “have a nice day” or something, you’re just dead, you’re gonna die. 
aquarius: not about to waste her breath warning you about anything  more than once. good intuition, but doesn’t usually trust it. a little out there, but it makes you smile cuz she’s just a cute-ass weirdo. good luck tryna pin her down buddy lol she knows the biggest resource she has at her fingertips is her life itself and she’s dedicating it to fun, freedom, and the existential greater good. bounces back from everything but doesn’t forget who didn’t help. 
pisces: flower child whose hand you might need to hold sometimes (both to guide and to console). the one who’s not about to jump into the roast session cuz last time y’all hurt her feelings (but she also got in like a REALLY good one that one time, y’all still talk about it). always wants the aux cord cuz she has a song she REALLY wants you to hear. very dreamy about her music. everyone’s favorite baby besides libra. sometimes naive, but in the cutest way bc they truly want to believe that the world is a good place, so she’s really personally hurt over injustices. 

✨Dangerous Woman✨

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

Ache (Blurb)

What if Harry gets home from a long day in the studio, the house is more quite than usual, but then his little four-year-old comes to greet him in the hallway, and tells that momma has a really bad headache, so they need to be quite and she takes his hand, leading him to her and they’ve a cuddle, all three of them.

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The house was strangely quiet when Harry opened the door and tossed his bag down on the floor. Typically, he would come home to the sounds of his daughter laughing and running around the house while you were trying to pin her down for her evening bath.

The only thing to greet him, at first, was the cat, who wandered over to him, nonchalantly and purred. Harry bent down to give his fur a rub, and then stood up again, toeing out of his shoes and glancing around.

“Hello?”

The house was suspiciously clean as well. There were a few toys scattered here and there, but he didn’t see any evidence that his daughter had been playing in the sitting room after dinner, the way she normally would have.

“Hello?” he called again, taking a few steps in from the entry.

Finally, he saw his little daughter come padding around the corner in her socked feet.

“Hi daddy,” she whispered, coming over and reaching her arms up for him.

Harry bent down and hoisted her into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi monkey,” he said, “Have a good day?”

She nodded, leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder. She was also unnaturally quiet. Normally, when Harry had been gone all day, his daughter was incredibly excited to see him and would basically pounce on him, giggling and shrieking as he blew raspberries all over her face and neck. Tonight, she was subdued, barely saying a word and choosing to be cuddly instead.

He walked with her, still in his arms, into the sitting room and plopped both of them down on the couch.

“You feelin’ okay, lovebug?” he asked, rubbing her back.

She nodded again, lifting her head from his shoulder and staring at him with big, green eyes that melted him every single time.

“We hafta be quiet,” she whispered, bringing her finger to her lips.

“Do we?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, “Why’s that? Are we playin’ a game?”

“Nuh uh. We hafta be quiet for mummy.”

It suddenly dawned on Harry that he hadn’t seen any trace of you yet.

“Where is mummy?” he asked, allowing his daughter to slip off of his lap and stand before standing himself.

“Her head feels yucky,” she explained, “She’s sleepin’.”

Harry frowned, coming to realize exactly why the house had been so quiet. He felt his daughter reach up to grab his hand and start leading him down the hallway towards your bedroom.

The lights were off and he could see your sleeping form curled up in bed. Your daughter ran to the other side of the bed and climbed up, carefully, before crawling over next to you and settling down beside you. There were a few books and toys scattered across the sheets which made Harry think that his daughter had been hanging out with you for a few hours while you tried to nap.

Harry knelt down beside you and reached his palm out to swipe it gently across your forehead. You opened your eyes slowly and smiled when you saw him.

“Hi babe,” you croaked.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mmm, my head’s killing me, but it’s calmed down a bit since dinner. (Y/D/N) has been such a big help.”

Harry smiled, looking over at his daughter, who was now laying down and curled right up against your back.

“Can I get you anythin’?”

You shook your head slowly and closed your eyes again.

“I’m okay, thanks.”

Your daughter piped up from beside you.

“Daddy, come cuddle with us! It’ll make mummy feel better.”

Harry smiled again, knowing she was absolutely right. He shrugged off the floral print shirt he had been wearing, leaving only the plain, white t-shirt underneath, and shuffled around to his side of the bed, feeling it dip under his weight as he sat down and swung his legs up.

“Here, come on my other side, monkey,” Harry instructed, “That way I can snuggle with both of you.”

Your daughter climbed over Harry’s body until she was on his left side, and Harry shuffled both of them closer to you. You rolled over and sighed contentedly as you snuggled into Harry’s chest. One arm went around you and the other went around his daughter as she, too, cuddled herself into his side and looped one of her legs over his thigh, clinging on to him like a koala on a tree.

Harry placed a kiss on both your forehead and his daughter’s before he closed his eyes as well and settled down. Content to be surrounded by both of his girls.

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The Alpha And The Beta

Originally posted by berezneva-tw

Characters: Y/n, Derek

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Mostly smut, pissed off reader at first, then just smut, fingering, pussy eating, Daddy Kink, Alpha/Beta kink(not the A/B/O kind), more smut, anal, rough sex, unprotected sex, added sickening fluff at the end, cos why the hell not?

Word count: 2300

Summary: You finally get sick of Derek’s constant need to train. But when you decide you’ve had enough, he decides he’s not about to let you leave so easily.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-hi. could you do a derek hale smut (female y/n) where she’s a new beta in his pack+ derek and her are sparring together. y/n gets tired, tells derek that she doesn’t want to train anymore bc its frustrated how he keeps beating her, starting to shout and swear. derek gets mad at her before pinning her down by her wrists and basically telling her off which she finds sexy. he smells her arousal and he starts teasing her about it and they have rough sex where derek is being really dominant ???? Ok, so it’s basically sticking to the request, but I added some more stuff. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @greyravenvixen @helvonasche @chelsea072498 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @squirrels-angels-and-moose @lucifer-in-leather @kumaartz @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @mogaruke 

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“Fuck!”

Your back slammed against the mat, your breaths coming out in pants, body covered in sweat.

Aching muscles and a pounding head had you completely tired out.

“No more”, you panted, rolling over and attempting to stand, but your legs were like jelly, buckling under your weight as you fell to your knees again.

You didn’t care how pathetic you looked, deciding to crawl over to the bottle of water in your bag, your throat dry.

“Really?”

You rolled your eyes at his voice, looking over to see Derek, drenched in sweat, but barely out of breath.

“Fuck you, dude! You’re like 50. You’ve had time to adjust”.

You got to your bag, rummaging through it, until your hand gripped the bottle.

You didn’t hesitate to rip the bottle cap off, drinking the water as though you’d been in the desert for weeks.

Derek watched you, shaking his head with disappointment.

“Get up, y/n. We’re not finished yet”.

You looked at him, eyes wide and nose flaring.

“No!”

“No?”

You crossed your arms like a petulant child.

“No. I’m doing anymore today. We’ve been training non-stop for days. I’m sick of it! You don’t go easy. You’re mean. You shout all the time. And you’re sweaty as hell”.

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A Far Away Infinity

This fic idea was just floating around in my head for a while and I finally wrote it. It will probably be around four or five parts. Let me know what you think!


Part 1 // Maybe it’s You and Me? //

The museum was busy for a weekday, Claire thought. She would know as she visited the museum at least once a month one her days off from the hospital. People bustled around her in hushed whispers around the gallery, gazing at the art hanging on the walls.

Claire stood back from the cluster of people, readjusting her sunglasses on the top of her head and squinting as the small text box next to the painting instructed to do. Art was one of her favorite things, though she had no creative ability whatsoever. Science was more her style, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t spend her days admiring others’ labor of love.

Museums were quiet and evoked a sort of peace in her, she had found. In contrast to the hectic ER, the museum juxtaposed the energy in her professional life. She would get lost in a gallery, tracing the footsteps of others and observing the other guests as much as the art on display.

Having been through all galleries three times, she decided it was time for coffee. Black and strong. It was a treat she always looked forward to at the end of her visit. A nice place in the museum café, looking out at the streets with a book for the next few hours.

She walked down the corridor leading to the main lobby of the museum, pulling out her phone and glancing at the lock screen.

Frank Randall

Just landed. Talk to you tonight. 

She typed out a quick response and pocketed the phone again. Frank was on a trip to London for the weekend. He usually came along to museums with her, though he preferred the historical museums more than the modern. 

They had been dating for the past three years, and a little part of Claire loathed to admit that she preferred going to the museum without him.

She loved Frank. She really did. He took care of her and loved her, but Claire couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. Or was she being unrealistic? They had a solid love, a comfortable partnership. Dependable. Frank had mentioned marriage more than once, he being eight years older than her 28 years. He was ready, but she wasn’t. 

Why?

Sighing, she glanced around the small café at the seats available and sighed again when there was a man in a beanie sitting in her usual spot. She shrugged her jacket tight around her in frustration and moved to grab her coffee, all the while glaring at the face hidden in their laptop.

 Grumbling to herself, she sat her purse on the table behind her usual, hoping the man would leave soon so she could snag it.  Her spot had the perfect natural lighting for reading and the one she currently sat at was uncomfortably close to the rubbish bin. 

Cracking open her book, she began to lose herself once more in “Wuthering Heights” and sipped her hot coffee.

Immersed in the world of Catherine and Heathcliff, she neglected to notice her phone buzzing until it rang for probably the third time.

JAMIE FRASER flashed on her screen with the photo of them together on the estate of his family’s home. She loved that picture. Faces pressed together, smiles on their faces from the crazy wind whipping their hair around, and the green valley in the background.

Quickly, she tapped the screen and held the phone up to her ear.

“Hello?” 

“I was beginning to think ye were ignoring me.”

The sound of his voice made a ridiculous smile spread on her face and her toes curl.

“No, not ignoring you. I was reading and didn’t hear the phone,” she laughed. “What’s up?” 

“Can’t a guy call his best friend?” 

“Oh, I’m your best friend? I thought that was Ian?”

He laughed. She missed his laugh. “Ian’s my brother-in-law. It doesn’t count.” He paused for a moment, “What are you doing?”

She glanced up and noticed the the man had left and her table was vacant. Scrambling, she put the phone into the crook of her neck and gathering her purse, coffee and book. “Just reading a little. Boring, you know me.”

Triumphantly, she deposited her stuff on the table and sighed as she sat down, settling in for another long haul. “What, are you coming home from the gym?” 

He liked to call her on his way home after a work out to pass the time and chat. Though, it was usually a lot earlier where he was. Time differences were a bitch.

“No. I’m rather annoyed though,” despite the statement, she could hear him smiling.

“Oh, about what?” She inquired, taking a sip of her now cold coffee.

“This girl just stole my table,” he said with a huff.

She almost dropped her cup. Without being obvious, she tried to scan the room. He’s not here, you’re being ridiculous, she thought to herself, but still, her eyes searched.

“Well, go steal it back,” she said, a little breathless. She hoped he didn’t hear it.

“Alright,” he laughed and simultaneously, she felt two hands clamp onto her shoulders. The familiar feel of them meant she didn’t need to check, so she turned and threw herself into his arms. 

“Jamie!”

He hummed into her hair, “Well, hello there,” he chucked, wrapping his arms around her tight. She remembered how they felt when he held her against his chest and when he carried her in his arms, and when he pinned her down to the be– 

“Happy to see me?” He interrupted her memories while stepping back to look at her.

“Of course, but why aren’t you in America?” 

She took a step back from his embrace with regret. His denim jacket smelled like heaven and she wanted to breath in the scent all day until she got drunk off it.

“I just came for a visit. I’m heading to Lallybroch in a few days, but I wanted to see you.”

An ear-to-ear smile spread on her face and she felt it flush. He smirked and wrapped an arm around her, grabbing her stuff off the table and leading her towards the exit.

 “Let’s go,” he said, his nose accidentally grazing her temple. 

Gathering her thoughts, she made a few inches of space between their bodies, shrugging out of his arm. Don’t get close, her brain warned. Not again. You won’t recover a second time. 

~Five Years Earlier~ 

Tonight, the sky was lit with a smattering of stars that illuminated the walk to the pub. The inside glowed like a snow globe, a little bubble from the harsh Scottish weather. It would be cozy inside with multiple fires burning and some good company.

It was Jamie’s 23rd birthday tonight and she was here was to help him ring in the new year of life, along with a few other close friends from uni. It was also a premature goodbye party as graduation was approaching fast and soon they would go their separate ways into the real world.

As she walked in, rubbing her gloved hands together and sighing from the sudden embrace of warmth, she immediately felt eyes on her. She didn’t need to look around from hanging her scarf and coat up to know that it was Jamie’s eyes looking at her. She always knew what his gaze felt like. A spark of adrenaline, warmth and awareness was the recipe and she found it intoxicating.  

They had met as freshman and were close ever since. There had been an attraction since the beginning, but nothing ever happened between them. He was her best friend and vise versa, but he had had a high school sweetheart, Laoghaire, and he had dated her the first two years of uni. When they broke up ­–which everyone saw coming– Claire had already been dating André, a transfer student from Spain. Their relationship was rocky at best and lasted the better part of last year, but quickly ended after he moved back to Spain. 

 But now, since the first time they had met, they were both single. Though, Claire felt sure that friends was all they were destined to be.

“Ah, there she is! And late, who would have thought?”

Smiling, she shook her head and butted her shoulder against Jamie as she took the vacant stool next to him. “You’re lucky I came at all, bastard. I do have an exam in two days.” 

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her, which made her heart skip, and wrapped an arm tight around her. He poured her a beer from the pitcher the table had been sharing and raised a glass towards her. “Now, WE DRINK!”

“Ayes” were exclaimed around the table, from Rupert, who had already looked drunk to Gellis, who looked more than annoyed with him, to Angus, Willie and a few other faces ready to get pissed as Rupert was putting it. 

“Cheers, birthday boy,” she clicked her glass against his.

“Cheers,” he murmured, not taking his piercing blue eyes off hers as he took a sip.

 Warmth pooled in her belly, but she fought it away with a gulp of cold beer and enjoyed the rest of the night without any feelings complicating things.


“SHE WANTED ME, MAN! BERDAAAAA! COME TO ME!” Rupert stumbled drunkenly while Jamie and Angus tried to shuffle his huge body into a cab.

“She didna want ye, Rup,” Jamie struggle to say under his weight. “She just wanted ye to leave her be. Yer drunk, man. You’re going home.”

Rupert glared at him while Angus got in the cab and pulled on him with all his might. Between Jamie’s shoving and Angus’ pulling, Rupert finally managed to get himself in.

Right before Jamie shut the door, Rupert pulled on his collar while looking at me with a cocked eyebrow and whispered something to Jamie that made him turn bright red. 

Glancing away nervously, she pulled out her phone and pretended to type something out while the door closed and started to drive away.

“Do ye want me to call you one, Sassenach?”

“Um,” she glanced up at him as he looked down at her. Damn that poker face. She could never tell what he was thinking, but she hoped that he couldn’t see through her glass face at that moment. 

The wind whipped around them, chilly for May. She didn’t want the night to end, to not see him again until next week after finals were over. And then what? Where would they be?

Time seemed to be slipping away too fast for her to catch it and it made her palms sweaty and her heart race.

“Hm?”

He moved a step closer to her to block the wind while she decided what to do next. She wasn’t drunk enough to say anything rash, but maybe had just enough buzz to do something daring. 

He rubbed a hand down her sweater to warm her. A friendly gesture. Did he only see her as a friend? 

Well, if he rejected her, she could just joke it off as her having to much to drink tomorrow. Or she felt bad he had no one to kiss on his birthday.

“Claire, do you want me to –”

She cut off his question with her lips.

He jumped slightly as if the feel of her kiss was the last thing he ever expected, ever imagined in that moment. He was motionless underneath her hands. Still as a statue. 

Gently, she released his top lip with the upmost reluctance, stepping down and looking at his unreadable face.

She knew he could read her own face in that moment. Her eyes were wide and lips parted still. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes watched the motion like a hawk.

Taking a step back even further, she pushed the hair from her face and looked down at her feet.

“You don’t have to say anything, Jamie. I’m sorry,” she stuttered and fumbled for her phone in her pocket while he still gawked at her.

 “I’ll just,” she motioned back to the bar. “I’ll call a cab.” 

She turned sharply and wondered if she should stumble to make it seem like she was drunk for her alibi tomorrow. 

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, watching it form a cloud in front of her. Caught up in her own humiliation, she didn’t hear his footsteps until she felt his touch.

 Before she realized what had happened, she found herself against the cold brick of the bar, out of sight, in the dark with Jamie’s lips pressed urgently against hers. 

Gasping into his mouth, she did nothing as one arm snaked around her waist to pull her body tight against his. She felt his other hand weave into her hair, pushing her beanie off and gripped her hard. Her own hands dangled at her side as his lips and tongue urged her mouth open to him.

He pulled back to look at her, gasping for breath as if he had just run a marathon. His lips were red and swollen from her kisses, a curl of red dangled in front of his face and his eyes were heartbreakingly blue. The earlier mask was gone and all she saw was urgent hope. She had never seen him more beautiful. 

“Are you drunk?” He asked, looking carefully into her eyes. 

“No, are you?” 

“No,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, then cupping her cheek in his palm.

They starred at each other for a long beat, both unaware of what to do next.

It’s time to be brave, Beauchamp.

She licked her lips again and took a deep breath. “Maybe you can call that cab?” 

He stared at her for a moment and then his eyes flickered away from her as he shuffled his feet.

“Ok,” he cleared his throat and patted his pocket for his phone, eyebrows drawn together in either confusion or disappointment. Maybe both.

She smiled a little and snagged a finger into one of his belt loops, pulling him back against her. He jerked in surprise and look at her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t find the missing piece to. 

“But how about it only goes to your place?”

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Throw a book at my head? We'll see who has the last laugh.

So this happens back in freshman year of high school for me, about twenty years ago. Little bit of a back story, I was born with Neurofibromatosis, a genetic condition that causes tumor growth on nerve endings and a large list of other problems like early onset puberty, blindness, epilepsy, death ect.

I had this teacher who if you called her an ancient old hag you’d be being polite. For whatever reason she had it out for me I can only pin it down to her being a bully. Now I had been sick because of my medical condition and had action plans with the school as to not fall behind, the teacher knew of my condition because of this.

So one day I come into the classroom and there’s a depiction of me on the whiteboard with the words “tumor boy” above it….the teacher just shrugged and laughed, she had disclosed my medical condition to the entire class. I tell the principal, nothing. The guidance counselor nothing, my parents? Nothing. Nobody believes me. It’s my word against hers, so for now I let it go. I’m very patient so I know I’ll get another opportunity.

Another incident, she hits my hand with a ruler when I ask her to stop taunting me in front of the other students my medical condition is nobody’s business but my own. She tells the class I have brain tumors which is why my head is so large. She also points out that I have the in my feet again disclosing private medical information just to be a vile person. I again go through everyone, again nobody believes me.

So then I get a mild case of the flu, and miss about a week of school so I ask if I can bring a recorder to school to tape lessons to catch up it’s immediately put in my file for whatever reason she missed this meeting, still it’s in my file so she should know about the agreement. So now I know if she acts like a rancid bitch again her ass is mine, all I need is bait which pretty much just takes me showing up.

The very next day at school I’m sitting in class with the recorder taping in my bag, and she starts with her daily routine of asking someone to draw a picture of “me and all my tumors” on the white board, I again ask her to stop and this is where the book is thrown at my head with a loud thud followed by a profanity filled tirade about how terrible of a child I am.

It’s at this point I stop the recorder, and tell her exactly what I think of her and am then physically removed from the class and taken to the principals office, and I’m expelled.

Once I got home is when I showed my parents the tape, within twenty minutes we are back at the school playing it for the principal and vice principal threatening legal action. Needless to say my expulsion is lifted and she is fired on the spot just before retirement, losing her retirement money.

She even called me after and asked “why are you doing this”? I simply told her she did it to herself and hung up.

my sdv farmer marigold having a beach day w @moon-boat‘s farmer isamar!! 

bonus, their respective bfs not being able to handle how cute these 2 are:

First Apartment

A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment - one story above the “read more” line, three more underneath!


“Okay, I should go”

“Do you have to?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Betty sighed and leaned in to place a quick kiss on Jughead’s nose before pushing herself up to a seated position and placing her feet on the floor, “I’ve got to go back to my place before work starts. I left my computer there.”

Jughead groaned, grabbing Betty by the waist and pulling her back into bed, “Just five more minutes.” he mumbled.

Betty laughed and rolled her eyes, “Juggie, you said that five minutes ago. And again five minutes before that. If I don’t leave now I’ll be late.”

Betty sat up once more, and this time Jughead rose with her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck. Betty leaned into the comfort, releasing a small moan.

“Move in with me.”

“What?” Betty laughed, turning to face him. Her smile faded to shock as she registered the look of seriousness on his face. “Are you - are you serious?”

“Why not?” Jughead grinned, “You practically live here anyway! And you know how much I hate it when you leave. Besides… isn’t this what people do when, you know, they’re in our position?”

“In our position?” Betty smiled at his fumbling, eyebrows raised in jest.

“I just meant… I love you. And I don’t want to keep saying goodbye to you every morning. I want you to move into my apartment. I want it to be our apartment.”

Betty looked at his wide, puppy-dog smile in disbelief, “Okay. Okay let’s do this.”

“Yeah?” Jughead asked, eyes brimming with hope. 

“Yeah,” Betty smiled and leaned in, cupping his face in her hands and excitedly placing a kiss on his lips, “Yeah! Let’s move in together!”

Jughead grinned and tackled her back onto the bed, pinning her down and peppering her with kisses. “I love you so much right now it’s insane.”

Betty giggled, “I love you too. So, so much.” She practically squealed in excitement before kissing him once more. Suddenly aware of the time, Betty let out a laugh. “Well, I’m definitely going to be late for work now.”

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MariChat May
Day 6: Game Night
Words: 1,233
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“I want to play a game.” he says, leaning casually on his staff. Marinette keeps herself on the opposite side of the room, eyeing him with suspicion.

“I don’t like your games.” she answers, sounding quite unlike the strong Ladybug he knows she is.

“You used to.” he answers. She flinches.

“That was before you became a puppet.” she whispers.

Chat laughs, purple eyes gleaming and looking so wrong.

“I’m no puppet. I’ve always existed inside of your partner.” he seems to take only one step, but in the space of a blink he’s right in front of her, leaning towards her ear. “His resentment for you created me.”

He hears her gasp, and choke. It breaks off and a swallow works down her throat.

“I want to play a game.” he repeats. “I remember you mentioning that Wednesday’s used to be game nights… yes?” his hand trails up her arm, feeling her muscles tense.

“Yes.” she breathes out. “Wha-W-Wh-What play…. Game. Game do you play?”

“Hmmm… how about ‘Can you save your partner.’ That sound fun?”

Marinette shakes, he watches her bite her lip out of the corner of his eye. Her lip is trembling, it’s so cute that chat traces his thumb over it and revels in her whimper.

“You’re sick.” she whispers.

Chat steps back, grinning widely. He moves to sit down on her chase and watches in great satisfaction as she trembles and takes a shaky breath in. Her whole body is wired, on edge and her knees are shaking. She refuses to fall, knowing that’s what he wants.

“What’s your game?” she pants.

If possible, Chat Blanc grins wider and gently gets up to lead his princess to the couch. She sits, but puts as much space between him and her as possible. Not as if it would help.

“Say the thing that your partner wants to hear the most, and I might give him back.”

Marinette can’t hold back anymore and a stray tear leaves her eye. Chat resists the urge to lick it away, instead just watches it’s progress as she trembles. She’s muttering to herself, so low he can hardly hear it.

“Rules?” she finally asks.

“You get three chances, but if you say something wrong. You die. Because that means you never cared for him in the first place.”

“God you’re annoying.” Marinette murmurs.

“Is that one of your three?” Chat mocks.

The girl rolls her eyes, then takes a deep breath.

“I miss us.” is the first thing she says. Looking beaten down and tired. “I’m sick of fighting you. And I want you to come home.”

“That should be three things, Princess.” he replies, but he can feel a jolt inside of him that wants him to just quit. Pull her closer. This is his Lady, his Princess, she trusted him.

“Two. Hawkmoth can’t give you what you want.”

He swings his baton downwards, but she splits her legs and it hits the couch between them with a loud THWACK.

When he looks up she’s glaring at him.

“Come on Princess, you’re supposed to get rid of me.” Chat says.

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” she says.

“Thats a lie.” Chat thrusts his baton at her stomach but she dodges to the side and redirects his weapon by sliding the back of her hand along it. Then she surges forwards, and Chat ready to defend himself puts his arms up. But she just wraps around him. Sliding her arms around his stomach, her legs tangling with his, and she presses her face into his neck.

He actually shudders, and it trails from the end of his tail up his neck where he can feel his ears go hot.

“What are you doing!” he screeches, looking desperately for his baton to pry the girl from him. But ramming it into the arm of the chair bent it and pulled it from his hand.

He squeaks when Mari adjusts her grip tighter and starts moving her face against his neck and shoulder.

“You’re still my kitty.” she whispers, her voice breathy and exerted.

“No I’m not, I’m under Hawkmoth now and you-”

He wasn’t prepared for the hand that had snuck up and scratched its fingers between his ears. He shudders, eyes rolling back and tail twitching frantically. To his embarrassment a half moan half purr is pulled from his mouth, and he can feel Mari’s smile against his shoulder.

“See, my kitten still loves being scratched.”

To his embarrassment he still can’t reply because as soon as he’s about to her hand moves and scratches behind his left ear. He presses his lips tight together, hands on her waist fighting with themselves. Push or pull. His feet want to move but she’s pinning them down with her own.

She finds his pulse with her nose, and then sniffs him. Actually sniffs him. Takes a deep breath in right there.

It’s so unfair.

“Are you scenting me?” he squeaks,

“My kitty. Mine. Hawkmoth can’t have you. You’re mine.” she breaths out.

His traitorous heart thumps in his chest.

Oh god.

He feels her pucker her lips. Not enough to really count a kiss, just enough to let him know that she could.

She could do a lot of things to him right now.

He’s been tense the entire time waiting for a surprise attack, but none come.

Her fingers are scratching against his ear just right before she moves her face and presses her lips to his jaw. Still not really kissing him.

She moves her hand, fingers clenching in his hair. He readies for an attack as she forces his head towards her. Perhaps a knee to his stomach? Maybe a knife she’s been hiding? Snatching his hand from where it rests on her hips to steal his ring?

All of those things seem more likely than what her actual pièce de résistance is a barely there kiss that she presses to his mouth.

Her lips are unfairly soft, traitorously inviting as she presses them hesitantly against his. She moves, sliding her lips against them and the dam of butterflies waiting in his stomach twists nearly painfully, then bursts. Sending warmth throughout his body, making him exhausted and shaky and warm.

When he pulls back to move, bump his nose against hers and get her to a better angle to hit a sudden itch she lets out a disappointed -well… he doesn’t want to say click, but a twitter or a vibration that comes from her quite like a ladybug- click and chases his lips with hers, fingers tightening in his hair.

It breaks his heart and heals it, sends his stomach doing absolute back flips, sends his head recalling and forgetting and remembering what it’s like to love her and every action she makes.

A purr like a motor, one she hasn’t heard in months starts in his chest. It rumbles against her chest and against her lips. She smiles against him, he almost sighs. God she’s cute.

She pulls back, and he tries to chase her again, wanting wanting wanting. But her hand in his hair keeps him from doing so. She smirks.

“My kitty will always have a part of him in you.” she says. “I’m accepting you. I love all of you, Chat. And all of you is mine.”

Oh god. So that’s her game. 

Beg For It // Lip Gallagher x Reader (Smut)

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Summary: you and Lip were supposed to have the house all to yourselves and also Ian. However, Ian didn’t want to be a third wheeler, so he invited Mandy and Mickey over as well. Lip wanted you bad in bed, so you did something a little naughty.
A/N: This one is requested by @thatbandchick39 . This is my first x reader smut story and I enjoyed making it. btw, in this story, Ian and Mickey aren’t gay. sorry! P.S sorry for the very rough and dirty words! more smut imagines to come. ;) x 


“Heeeey!” Mickey and Mandy said as they went in the house unexpectedly. Ian smiled and walked towards them. “Can’t we just go up in my room and have a little fun?” Lip begged Y/N, wrapping his hands around her waist, slowly going down and grabbed her ass. Y/N grabbed his hands away from her ass, “We’ll do that later.” Y/N winked at him, and walked away, going towards Mickey and Mandy. “Hi! It’s been so long!” Y/N said giving Mandy a hug and as if for Mickey, Y/N gave him a peck on the cheek. Y/N turned around to see Lip with an expression. 

When Y/N walked towards Lip, he grabbed her wrist, “What was that?” He whispered. “What was what?” Y/N said, nicely. “That. Giving Milkovich a kiss on the cheek?” He said. “What? Can’t a friend kiss their long time friend that she hasn’t seen in a long time?” Y/N pulled her wrist away from him. “Who wants a beer?” Y/N said. 

The three said yes and Y/N walked straight to the kitchen, ignoring Lip. Y/N opened up the fridge and took out 5 bottles of beer. Right when Y/N closed the fridge, Lip started to kiss Y/N, carrying her up against the fridge. As Lip kiss Y/N, he started to slowly kiss down her neck. Y/N let out a small moan, “Stop. We can’t do this now, Lip.” Y/N giggled. “They won’t know,” Lip said, still kissing Y/N’s neck. “The beer, Lip.” Y/N said. “Fuck,” Lip exclaimed quietly, dropping Y/N down. “I promise, we’ll have the best sex you’ll ever have.” Y/N laughed and walked out with the beer. 

“Here’s your beer.” Y/N said, giving them their beer. They all sat down and started to talk about what recently happened with their life. “So Mickey, seeing anyone lately?” Y/N asked him, putting her foot up on the coffee table as she winks at Mickey. Mickey had a grin appeared on his face, “No, but if you want to be the person that I’m seeing, why not?” Mickey jokingly said. 

Lip’s face became serious and his jaw clenched of jealousy. Y/N noticed it, she smiled because she knew her plan was working. She wanted Lip to feel angry and jealous. Whenever Lip is angry or jealous he goes rough on Y/N, so she wanted to try something different. 

“Oh, Mickey, you’re such a flirt.” Y/N teased. Lip looked away, pressing his tongue to his cheek. Ian and Mandy started to notice something strange about Lip. “Are you okay? Lip?” Ian asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just don’t feel well today…” Lip said as he pretends to feel pain in his head. Lip looked at Y/N with the corner of his eyes, he finally knew that Y/N is doing something that could make him jealous. 

“Do you wanna go to bed, babe?” Y/N asked him, putting her hand on Lip’s thigh as she looks into his eyes. “No. I’m good.” Lip said. 

“Well fuck, if I was you I’d go to bed. So I could do something bad with Y/N tonight.” Mickey joked. Y/N laughed, standing up as he walked towards Mickey. She sat on Mickey’s lap and put her arms around him while Mickey is holding her hip. Lip started to turn red and his leg is shaking of anger but luckily no one noticed so everyone continued to have a talk. “Mickey, Lip is her boyfriend. It’s too late for that.” Mandy said. “Well, I was just kidding,” Mickey said, drinking his bottled of beer which is now empty. 

“You guys got another beer?” Mickey asked. “Uhm, yeah. I’ll go check.” Lip said as he stood up walking to the fridge. As he opens up the fridge, he took a little peak out the living just to see Y/N enjoying herself sitting on Mickey’s lap. But Lip had enough, there was still some beer left but Lip lied to them that there’s none. “Sorry guys, we’re out of beer. I’ll go down the store if there’s any.” Lip said, about to head out the door. 

“No. No. You stay here with your girl and we’ll go.” Mickey said, putting Y/N down on the sofa. Y/N smiled, because she knew that there was still some beer left in the fridge. As the three left, Y/N and Lip were the only ones at home. 

“Soo, no more beer huh?” Y/N said, playing with her hair. Lip walked big steps towards Y/N and pinned her down on the sofa, Lip went on top of her making Y/N feel excited. “What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Lip asked as he takes off his shirt. “All the flirting and sitting on Mickey’s lap? You think that would work?” Lip said, as he took off Y/N’s panties under her skirt and putting his finger on Y/N’s clitoris. “Ohh, fuck, Lip.” Y/N moaned. “You didn’t answer my fucking question. Did you really think that would work on me?” Lip said as he started to move his finger on her clit. “Oh, my god! Yes, I did. Fuck, go faster!” Y/N screamed. 
Lip stopped moving his fingers as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his dong, as he slowly puts his tip inside of Y/N. 

Y/N let out a small moan, putting her hands behind Lip’s neck. “Is that what you wanted, Lip?” Y/N teasingly said. “The sex? I bet you won’t even last long.” Y/N said just to make Lip angry as it worked. 

“Won’t last long? I’ll show you, how I do it.” Lip said, as he surprisingly went inside Y/N, and started to thrust even harder. Lip let out a loud and deep moan, making Y/N so turned on. “Lip!” Y/N screamed. 

He stopped and looked at Y/N with a serious look on his face. “Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked. “You don’t deserve a nice and romantic slow fuck, you whore,” Lip exclaimed. “You have to follow what I say,” Lip said. “Turn over,” Lip said. Y/N giggled as he turned over for Lip, putting her ass up for him. Lip gave Y/N a spank on the ass making Y/N squeal. Lip went inside Y/N once again and started to go hard and fast without any warning. Y/N orgasmed loud, making the whole house noisy. “I want you to shut up!” Lip ordered Y/N. However, she didn’t listen. “I told you to be fucking quiet!” Lip said, pulling Y/N’s long hair and putting his hand over Y/N’s mouth. “Much better,” Lip said as he started to go even faster, making Y/N’s back to loose her arch. Lip slapped her ass again, “Put your ass up!” Lip said. 

Lip started to feel tingly and funny down his male part, making him uncover Y/N’s mouth as he became so weak. “Oh fuck, Lip, I’m so fucking close!” Y/N screamed. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my cock?” Lip whispered to Y/N’s ear. “Yes! Yes! I do!” Y/N screamed. “Beg for it!” Lip said as he started to go faster and harder. “Please! I wanna cum now!” Y/N said. “Fine, cum all over my dick,” Lip said as he started to feel the warm white substance dripped all over Lip’s dick, making it wet and smooth. Lip let out an orgasm, letting Y/N know that Lip is also close. “Yeah, cum for me, you fucking asshole.” Y/N said, holding on tight on the pillow they had on the sofa. 

Lip finally let all of his spunk out on top of Y/N’s back as she tries to catch her breath. “Best sex we ever had so far.” Y/N said, reaching out for the tissue on the coffee table, passing it to Lip to clean her. “Maybe, you should do that more often.” Lip laughed. As the two went on and get dressed and pretended like nothing happened. Mickey, Mandy, and Ian finally came back with two boxes of bottles beer. 
 
“We’re back!” Ian said, putting his jacket back on the jacket holder before hopping back into the sofa with Mandy. “Do you want round 2, when everyone’s asleep?” Lip whispered to Y/N, who’s now sitting next to him. Y/N looked at him with a smile and winked. 

anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please do some smut? Maybe in which harry sees on snapchat that Y/N basically ate an entire bag of frozen pineapple in one sitting and decided he needed to take advantage of how sweet she'd taste after


I legit squeal when I see a request, thank you so much for this. 

And honestly, you guys come up with such diverse and distinct idea, and Im all here like: Could I have ever thought of that? haha

Here you go, dearie. Hope you like it!


#14: Tastes Like Mine**

**mature


It’s inevitable to stop Harry once he’s made up his mind. No matter how much you argue, how much you cry or whine, he stands numb to all the air like an iron pole.

So when today he had decided that he’s having a ‘boys’ day out’ with his friends, Y/N’s utter pleas and frowns could not at all change his mind.

They stand side by side at the dresser; Harry looking at himself in the mirror, Y/N looking at him. The intensity of her piercing eyes finally had Harry turning to her with a questioning look.

“What?” He belts his watch on his wrist.

“You seriously aren’t doing this to me, are you?”

“What?” He drawls, offended. “I’m just gonna go chillin’ and killin’ the summer. What’s troubling you?”

“I wanted us today!” Y/N whines, slapping her hands against her sides.

Harry grins. “You get enough, let the others taste some.” Winking, he leans to her face.

“What?!” Y/N yells, baffled. “You-“ She’s slapped the side of his arm a multiple times before he grabs her wrist, pulling her towards him and spinning on his feet to bring her against the dresser. Holding her wrists down against the wood, he leans to her lips, puckering to give her a sweet kiss.

“What if I tell you I want you?” Y/N says in a low tone. “What if I’m feeling extremely needy today, I allow you to tie me up, and..you’re liking that ass slapping thing lately, aren’t you? C’mon do it.” She wraps her fingers around his wrists from under his hold, and tries to shift them over her.

Harry chuckles, shaking his head. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” He grabs her behind as she urges, tugging her to his chest. “C’mon, let me give it to you quick.”

“No.” Y/N pauses, pushing at his chest as he locates her to the bed. “I want you all day, and then at night again.”

Harry sighs, kissing her lips. “Y/N, don’t do this. I have to go..” He says, sounding low.

Cupping his cheeks in her hands, she kisses him to her greed, lapping lips over one another, digging her nose on the inside of his cheeks, brushing his jaw with the pad of her thumb while her other hand pulls his hip to her. Harry pauses into the kiss, opening his eyes as he feels her hand hover above the front of his jeans. He hurriedly tugs her away, wrapping them behind her, and finally planting another peck, he pulls away from her.

“I’m comin’ for you tonight, baby. Love ya.” And, he’s out of the door.

**

Harry’s sitting in Michael’s office, and the rest of the boys and Michael sit at the same table in a circle. After going about seeing places and visiting his friend’s latest plot where he’s constructing, all the guys relaxed under the air conditioner of the office after the sunny day with beer bottles before them.

They’re mingling together with playful talks, cussing about freely and loud. Harry joins in at times, adding words here and there, and all have a good time. It’s four, and their lunch arrives. They sitting in the same pattern, poking at their plates and continuing their left conversation.

Harry pulls out his phone, amidst, scrolling through his Insta feed before clicking on the Snapchat icon. He scrolls through any texts if there is, then switches to looking at the stories, Y/N’s icon bubbling at the top.

Looking around, he bites his lower lip in anticipation, clicking on the icon, and there she’s posted a picture of her in bed, hair all messy atop and expressions somber. It’s a modest pic, but of course her face has something bothering Harry. He bites down on his lips harder.

He waits till the story automatically is switched to the other, staring at her face for long enough to feel a thickening pressure build in his gut. The second story of hers comes up, and it’s of her sitting on the couch with a bowl full of pineapple slices on her lap, captioning: I’m a freak when it comes to eating.

The last one shows up: Anywayy..pineapple love<3

Harry’s cheeks hollow; he’s suppressing a smirk build up on his face as he returns back to her stories, clicking on the one with the pineapples and sending it to her saying : I’d like some taste too.

He rests his phone back on the table, slowly biting down on his meal, when his phone dings.

Come and get it.

“Guys, are we wrapping it up then?”

**

Harry twists the key into the lock, swinging the door open. He does a quick search in the house, finding Y/N seated at the entertainment room, tuning into some television, her back to him. Quirking his lips up, he takes his boots off at the door, taking slow steps to her.

“Been a good girl, I see.” He says, reaching and hitting his legs on the back rest of the long couch, slowly bending down to her ear and kissing the shell. His hands place on her shoulders, sliding down slowly to her chest. “Had your pineapples right, huh?”

“Not for you.” Y/N flats out, hiding the quivering tone she gets from his touch.

“Ah, I see.” His hands slide further, hovering above her supple breasts for a moment before stopping mid air, and he stands to his height. He walks round to sit on the couch, pulling at her feet sprawled, onto his lap.

He pulls her some more; she slides to him till her legs dangle off his lap and her body is pressed close to his side. His lips pull her close, kissing at hers. They slowly glaze down her face, onto her neck.

“Harry, we can’t”

He groans in reply, biting down on her sweet spot.

“Y/N! Where do you keep the butter?” Comes a feminine voice from outside, and Harry’s heads shots up to give Y/N a confused look.

“I’m coming, Alexa!” She smirks, victoriously, untangling herself from his hold and walks away, leaving behind a stunned Harry on the couch.

Y/N and Alexa walk back to the room few moments later, Alexa smiling at Harry, who’s found his place in the single chair. Dropping the popcorn bowl on the table, Alexa shares a quick hug with Harry, then settles on the long couch with Y/N.

“When’d you come here?” Harry asks, tone monotonous.

“Been quite hours, I guess. It’s our second bowl of popcorn.” Alexa smiles back at Y/N. Harry nods, shifting his eyes on the screen.

The girls sit watching the movie Harry despises and he’s forced to leave the room, but of course he has a death glare pointed in Y/N’s direction as he passes by.

Alexa leaves after quite a long time; she’s extremely talkative, and even after the movie got over two hours before, she stayed back to give her points on the movie and go about gossiping for a good hour.

Y/N creeps into the room, peeping in to see Harry sprawled on his side of the bed, eyes closed, breathing calm.

“Baby’s asleep?” She murmurs, climbing onto their bed and nearing his back. She runs a hand through the length of his spine, leaning down to kiss the base of his neck and behind his shoulders.

A vicious laugh goes by, and suddenly Harry turns around, jumping over her and pinning her down on the mattress with his body atop.

“Fuck you!” He says to her face, pressing himself down on her.

“What? I was just having a good time.” She says in a casual tone, and that has Harry doubling over his frustration.

“I know you did it on purpose!” He rasps, tugging her wrists over her head. His face and attempt at being all dominant has Y/N laughing underneath him.

“Harry, let me go.” She chuckles, shaking her head at him.

His eyes narrow. “You wanted to be tied up, didn’t you? Let’s do it.”

Her eyes widen. Harry lets go of her held arms, sits down on her hips as he extends to the side table to bring in a hand a tie.

Y/N hides her hands, pulling them behind her as she squeals. “No, you bugger! Don’t!”

“Ah, I’ve had enough of it. Show me your hands!” He demands. When she doesn’t comply, he holds the tie in between his teeth, and tugs at her forearms, bringing her wrists before him and hastily tying them up. Through with this, he gives her a grin.

“Hm, now, now.” He muses. “Look at you.”

“Harry.” She whimpers. “C’mon, open this up. I shouldn’t be the one getting punished, you should be!”

“This’s not a punishment. You wanted it, so I’m giving it to you.” He shrugs his shoulders. He presses on her between her thighs, earning a moan.

“I need more, give me that.” Y/N speaks through her shuddering state.

“Like what?” Harry trails down from her hip, slowing bucking away and sitting between her spread legs, on the bed. “Hm? Tell me?” He trails his both hands on her each leg, staring from her ankle to her knee. With a push, he urges her knees up in the air, legs folded.

“You wanted a taste? Touch it, taste it.” Y/N urges, now in pain.

Harry snickers, taking his lower lip between his fingers as he eyes her cloth covered center. “D’ya want it?”

Y/N pinches her eyes. He’s totally testing her patience. “Fuck, yes, yes, I want it. I want you in between my legs, baby. Do it.” She moans.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Harry leans forward, clutching the back of her calves with his hands as his lips kiss on her inner thighs. He trails close to her center, sucking on her supple, smooth skin, bumping his nose on her covered clit. Hearing her gasp, and then shoot her hands down into his hair, Harry loses control, hurriedly pulling down her panties and throwing them off behind him.

He ducks low, pressing his lips flat on her skin, bringing his fingers to separate her folds. His tongue reaches out to her wetness; Y/N legs shivering from the contact. Harry winds his arms around her thighs, holding them in place as starts his tongue to move over her sweet juices.

She’s dripping, and he, gratified, takes them all, sucking on her core for more.

“So sweet, my baby.” He moans, her fingers clutching harder on his hair. “Gimme some more, c’mon.”

Harry sucks over the sensitive skin, puckering his lips and making sounds of his lips smacking against her, that has her lolling and head spinning, gut tightening and pressure building inside her.

“Harry.” She groans through her hoarse voice, and Harry knows she’s close. So he goes faster, torturous, relentless on her, not sparing another moment for her feel.

With a last tight tug at his roots, she’s coming undone, slipping all for him. He brings his finger against her, collecting her wetness in one. Climbing on top of her, he brings it to her lips. Y/N opens up, sucking his middle finger in her mouth, and having an unintentional moan slip from her throat. He pulls out of her mouth, replacing his lips on top as he rolls his tongue in her mouth, letting her suck at the muscle.

“Taste so good, my sweet baby.” Harry coos, kissing her on the mouth again.

Y/N smiles, timid, biting on her lip as their eyes meet.

“Describe in three words how I taste.” She counters him, tied hands moving down between them, palming him through his boxer briefs.

Harry lets out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering at her touch. He gulps, looking back at her. “You taste- taste like revival, essential.” He kisses her mouth, eyes glassy. “Tastes like mine.”


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