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Why I Refuse To Support PETA

As most of you know, PETA (People for Ethical Treatment of Animals) produces lots of sexist, racist, fatphobic, and even ableist ads. Their ideologies match, unfortunately. They are incredibly unreasonable, too, and they effectively want to remove companion animals from human contact entirely.

Members of PETA have done the following to me.

  • Attempted to take my service dog’s leash
  • Threatened to take him away
  • Sent me death threats
  • Threatened to euthanize him out of “mercy”
  • Claimed that I am a “slavedriver” and “active participant in the speciesist h*l*caust” (Ah yes, please tell the romani-german-native girl that she’s basically a Nazi. Good idea.)
  • Left threatening voicemails on my phone.
  • Scared me so badly that I had to move house at one point
  • Grabbed my service dog
  • Tried to pry my hand off of my service dog’s harness
  • Threw paint on a faux fur-lined coat I was wearing (the paint got matted in my hair to the point where I had to shave my head)
  • Speaks openly on their hatred for service dog handlers.

I hate that post going round that’s like “haha you wouldn’t tell a disabled guy he’s using his crutch as a crutch” ecause that very thing literally happens to people that use mobility aids.

I can’t count how many time people (including physiotherapists who’re supposed to be understanding and help me) have said “you need to stop relying on your crutches” and the like.

I literally had a physiotherapist remove my crutches from under me without my consent and tell me to walk.

And it’s not even a rare thing.

Wheelchair users get told they need to stop relying on their wheelchairs, cane users get told they shouldn’t rely on their canes etc.

I’m just so bored with the depression-centric ableism rhetoric, erasing the ableism people with physical and visable disabilities experience


Another Miraculous!AU episode request from @starredupstarco !! Hope you like it! ((Scene from ‘The Gamer’))

I’ll probably start the next one soon, and hopefully it won’t take me 500 years for me to get it done :p


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Edit: I keep seeing ppl wanting more of this AU so I thought I should tell the ones who don’t know THERE IS MORE  :D

Stammi Vicino Duetto

It’s finished, hooray! I’ve wanted to do my own Stammi piece for a while now and finally got around to it.

This will be available as a print (and everything else under the sun) at A-Kon next weekend in Ft. Worth. If you’re going to be there, please drop me a comment and then tell me your username if you come by to say “hi” so I know you’re from tumblr!

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Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader ft. Hannah Baker

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

Smut Warnings: Spanking, Daddy kink, Kitten kink, Oral (Male Receiving), Dom!Jeff, Sub!Reader, Unprotected Sex (Don’t be a dick, wrap your stick [I have no idea])

Request: do u write smut? if so, can i  pls get a jeff atkins x fem!reader one? i don’t really care about the plot, i just need some atkins smut

A/N: This was so bad good god. Sorry to disappoint.

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Say My Name- Ashton Irwin

Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve written smut. Sorry if it’s shitty, but here ya go!


I didn’t even bother asking for his name. He was staring at me with desirable hunger, something I’ve been craving all night. I marched over to his, grabbed the back of his hair, and pushed his lips onto mine. One thing led to another which brings me to our current situation. The nameless man sits on the edge of my bed with my legs on either side of his torso. I slowly move my body over his in slow movements. He groans below me causing a shock of pleasure run through me. I moan into his mouth and I feel him tense up. Suddenly he grabs my hips, flips us around, and slams me onto the bed.

He looks at me up and down and licks his lips, “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” I smirk. I flip myself over so I’m lying on my back, “Want to help me unzip?”

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‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

anonymous asked:

Snow & Killian playing darts?

“Hey! Leather boy!” Killian and Emma cringed at the yelling that came from across the diner. “Get your hairy ass over here, stat!”

The couple shared a mortified look at the heckling, wishing that Snow had been able to scrub the memory of that unfortunate bathroom incident from her brain as they had.

“I take it this is the inebriated version of your mother you warned me about?”

“The very one.” Emma sighed. 

“Wish me luck, love.” He placed a kiss to her temple and removed his protective hand from her swollen stomach before approaching Snow.

“And how can I be of assistance, mother dearest?”

“Cut the crap, Casanova.” She scolded as she shoved her fist onto his chest, handing him a set of small arrows. “We’re playing darts.”

David sat beside Emma, sliding a glass of juice her way as he settled his pint on the counter.

“Please tell me you’re sober.”

“Stone cold. I want to keep an eye on your mother. She’s surprisingly aggressive when she’s had too much.” David admitted as he observed the woman in question assaulting the dart board.

Emma’s sharp intake of breath and rubbing of her abdomen caused him to be alarmed.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s a little restless in there. I think it can sense it’s dad’s in trouble.” she chuckled.

“You thought of any names yet?” he asked, eager to know as much as he could about his new grandchild.

“We’ve a couple ideas.” Emma hinted. “But it all depends on if it’ll be a boy or girl.” 

She held back the news that if it is a boy, his middle name would most definitely be David, and instead turned back to the drama unfolding over the other side of the diner. 

“You’re cheating.”

“And how, pray tell, does one cheat at darts?”

“I don’t know how, but you are.”

“Your faith in me is astonishing.” he grinned.

“You know if you weren’t family i’d be smacking you in that smart mouth of yours right about now.” 

“Of that i’ve no doubt, love. Now. Shall we continue?” he asked, gesturing to the board in hopes of not riling up the former bandit any more than she was.

Snow gave him a dramatic stink eye before turning to the dart board and unleashing her wrath.

David and Emma were midway through their own little competition of peanut catching when a glorified ‘whoo!’ erupted from across the diner.

They turned to see snow victoriously grab Killian in a headlock while her other hand squished his mouth into a painful looking fish-face.

“I beat you!”

She managed to drag him in that state over to a very worried looking Emma.

“Emma! Honey! I beat your pirate!” she beamed innocently as ever.

“Aye, love. Your mother is a marvel at darts.” He manage to mumble out through his crushed cheeks.

“I like him, Emma. I’m glad you married him. Where’s my husband!” She confessed before finally releasing the poor man and launching herself into David’s unsuspecting embrace.

“I see you’re making friends?”

“I feel oddly approved of.” he massaged his face before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “But can we head home now? She’s rather terrifying.”

Emma couldn’t hold back her laugh as she agreed.

“You gonna be okay?” She asked her father as they prepared to leave.

“We’ll be fine. You guys escape while you can.” David encouraged them as Snow made her way to the bathroom. 

They said goodbye and headed for the door.

“How is the little one?” 

“A lot calmer now. It must know you’ve escaped the clutches of Grandma.”

“At least i know i’ll have someone to protect me in the future.” 

Emma’s glare had him chuckling and pulling her close as they headed down the sidewalk back to their home. 

You’re Jealous

He wasn’t really sure how it got so bad. Ever since the album release she had been distant and he felt it. He was so excited for the world to hear it, but more importantly for her to hear it. Her opinion mattered the most and then his and then the world. Harry wasn’t sure when things went wrong. He had a weekend at home before flying to LA but instead he went to visit her. 

She was happy he came, but also upset. Because every time she looked at him she saw the beautiful dark haired girl. She couldn’t help it as soon as the song came out she looked her up. Townes, she was beautiful and smart, and just like her loved to be private, so she couldn’t snoop too much. And while she was annoyed by the girl she didn’t hate her, it’s not her fault Harry wrote the song, it’s not her fault that the song is so catchy, it’s not her fault at all. 

Jealousy and sadness had been eating away at her. She just couldn’t understand how Harry could write something like that. She’s all I think about? She was his girlfriend yet Townes got the song, Townes filled his mind apparently, and it bugged her. She understood it was a song, and she really wouldn’t have minded if it weren’t for that one damn line, ‘how do I tell her she’s all I think about?’

“Y/N,” Harry sighs, walking into the living room where she is curled up, laptop on her lap, glasses on her face, mug on the table behind her. 

She looks up from her screen, “how was the run?” she asked. 

“You need to tell me what’s wrong, I can’t go away for a week knowing you’re upset with me,” Harry says, “it’ll eat me up, love, please talk to me.”

“I’m not upset,” she lies, looking back down at her screen. 

Harry closes the laptop, sliding it on to his lap and she frowns, “well now I’m slightly annoyed Harry.”

“Talk to me,” he pleads, “please. I can’t keep thinking about this.”

“Funny, thought I wouldn’t be floating around in your mind,” she retorts, “figured there would be no room for me with Townes being all you think about.”

Harry pressed his lips in a line trying not to laugh but he couldn’t help it. The laugh escapes his lips, “you’re jealous of a song I wrote?”

“No Harry I’m upset,” she stated, standing, “but I’m glad you find it so amusing.”

“Don’t be upset-”

“How can I not be Harry? You took the time to put her name in, you claim she’s all you think about, this is one of your favorite songs to write! How am I not supposed to be upset about the fact that you claim to think about someone else all the damn time!” She snapped, tears pooling in her eyes. 

“You said you didn’t want me to write about you,” Harry stated, “you made it very clear.”

“It doesn’t mean you can write a damn love song about this other girl and how you can’t stop thinking about her! How would you like it if I did that?” she said, hands bawled into a fist. 

“It’s a song-”

“A song that means something to you, something you wrote from your heart,” she cried, “don’t you get that?”

“It’s a lyric y/n, it means nothing,” Harry says.

But he’s calm, he’s too calm. She doesn’t like how casual he is about this. 

“I just don’t believe that, you’re a private person Harry and you expose her, clearly you wanted her to hear and you wanted the world to know,” she whispered. Harry watched as she marched up the stairs, slamming the door behind her. 

She laid in bed, covers pulled over her body, eyes on the window. She hated feeling this way, she did. She wanted to do nothing but support him but with this song she just couldn’t. She couldn’t get Townes out of her head, she couldn’t get the thought of the two of them together. 

“Y/N please,” Harry says from the doorway, voice soft, “she’s nothing but a friend. And if you don’t even want me to be friends with her I won’t-I’ll delete her number, I-I’ll-oh I don’t know-I’ll find a way to remove the song. I don’t care y/n, just tell me.”

“No,” she says, “don’t delete it.”

“Well then what?”

She’s silent and he moves over to the bed, “baby, look at me, look at me,” he repeats until she finally sets her gaze on him. 

His eyes are soft, a small smile on his lips, “she meant something a long time ago, she did. But when I met you she didn’t compare, I didn’t think of her in that way anymore okay? You’re who I love, you’re who I want, not Townes, not Taylor, not anyone else, just you,” he whispered. 


“I’m not done,” he says, “yes I wrote that lyric, but that’s not true, and yes I put her name in the song but it meant nothing. If you want I can cut her out of my life-”

“No,” she says, “don’t do that. She’s a nice girl.”

“Not as nice as you,” Harry says softly, nudging her nose with his, “I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Maybe I overreacted-”

“I think I would’ve been the same way,” Harry mumbles, kissing her jaw, “I would go insane if I thought you liked someone else.”

His lips come up to the corner of her mouth, “insane,” he repeats, kissing her. 

“I really am sorry kitten,” he whispered, “I wasn’t thinking.”

“‘s okay,” she smiled softly.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, hands reaching to her waist. 

“Yes,” she promised. 

His hands start digging into her side lightly, a laugh escaping her lips, “Harry!” she laughed, her hands coming on top of his, “stop.”

She moves around until she’s able to push his hands away, “I really am sorry,” they both say the same time. 

“It’s okay,” she assured him. 

“And you didn’t overreact,” Harry smiled, “now get dressed we have a dinner to attend.”

“I Like You Too.” [Tom! Peter Parker x Reader]

Originally posted by spiderholland

Summary: Peter and reader are both avengers and both studying at midtown. Ned knows about you being an avenger and that Peter likes you. He helped Peter make reader jealous by saying stuff about Peter and Liz.

Requested? Yes. In case you want to request. Request here.

Word Count: 841

Warnings? Really Fluffy.

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For Me

Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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Emotions/Damon Salvatore Smut

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

“Damon I can’t do this! You’re obviously not over her. You never will be!” I shouted

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My Anchor - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by bucha-nan

A/N: So this is just an idea that crossed my mind. I’m not really proud of it but I just wanted to write something. So here it is. I also hope it is okay to tag some of my favorite Blogs in this imagine. If you don’t like being tagged please tell me, then I will remove you again.

A soft knock on my door was what woke me up this morning. I tiredly rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my left hand.

“Come in”, I called through my apartment in the STARK Tower. I wouldn’t call it my home yet, because I’ve been here barely six month and it still felt strange sometimes.

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Something More - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by hugwithsleep

Summary: Theo and Y/n are fwb, the pack has no acknowledgement on their status. 

Warning: some smut,fluff and terrible writing 


“Hey Princess” Theo smirked making his way toward Malia and I “ugh get a life Theo” Malia groaned he stopped in front of me “can I catch you after school?” he looked at me expectantly “in your dreams” I fought back the small smile that wanted to make an appearance “your already there” he winked walking away to his locker near the end of the hallway. Damn that boy really knew how to make me melt.

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He turns you on?

Requested: no but I saw this video and my soul left my body sooo

Summary: You’re slightly buzzed at a club celebrating a good mission, and you start flirting with Sam. Bucky doesn’t like that. 

Pairing: Bucky x fem reader

Warnings: Lots o’ fuckin, and swearing, dom!Bucky, Kinda shitty

A/N: More fics/imagines here. I’m just taking what Seb said in the video and I’m gonna throw that in as dialogue where it makes sense. Also this sucks. -Hannah xo

Originally posted by winterdorito

The team was on the quinjet after a tough battle that lasted for almost two months. You and Bucky had been fighting all over the last two months and weren’t on speaking terms. You couldn’t agree on anything and it hindered both of your focus and fighting ability. So both you and the team agreed to be separated from each other.

You couldn’t deny you fought better but it was only because of your pent up anger and aggression from your unresolved issues, but the trip on the way home was even worse for the both of you. 

When either of you came within at least 100 feet of each other it would end in screaming and having to be pulled from the room by Steve or Natasha. You were less than an 30 minutes away from the compound and everyone was getting ready to land.

“Great job everyone, it was long and hard but in the end we all did a great job.” Steve said at the front of the room before Bucky piped up. “Well. At least some of us did.” He said as he shot you a look. “Well at least I don’t need modified appendages to be able to fight.” You mumbled under your breath.

He sent daggers your way obviously hearing what you didn’t want him to hear. “Okay…well. We’re landing at the compound soon so everyone should strap in and be prepared for descending.” Steve announced quickly, splitting through the tension in the room.

After the quinjet landed it was a dead sprint race between you and Bucky to see who got to the shower first. Neither of you wanted to fight for it and you didn’t want to talk to each other either. You ended up there first and slammed the door in his face. You took a second before sliding down the bathroom door and breaking out into heavy sobs.

Bucky stood there after the door slammed and just laid his forehead against the door. It wasn’t long before he heard your sobs, his heart broke at the thought of you crying for things he caused and was about to knock before stopping and just walking away. He knew that as much as the two of you needed to talk and apologize, you both needed time after the mission.

By the time night struck the entire team was ready to go out and have a good time after such a hard mission. Fortunately we all had time to rest up and clean up before heading out to a small local club.

Everyone was gathered around a table in an area that was roped off, courtesy of Tony. You had a simple satin shirt on with an eyelash lace detail on the top, white jeans, and black heels and even though it was casual the imprint of you couldn’t be removed from Bucky’s mind. Bucky, on the other hand, was wearing dark wash jeans and a dark blue shirt that was buttoned down further than how it should have been. And just like him, the imprint of him couldn’t be removed from your mind.

“To a great mission, and an even better night.” Tony said as he raised a glass. The team followed in suit before downing various shots and drinks.

As the team downed drink after drink you felt yourself start to relax and ignore the part of your mind fixated on Bucky and your arguments. You were about 3 shots in when Sam started talking your ear off. 

“You killed it on that mission. Like seriously have you been working out more often?” Sam said before following it with a drink. “I mean, I have been, but I didn’t think it was enough to have that drastic of a change.” You blushed before taking another drink from the beer you had in your hand.

He kept running his hand down your arm and the two of you were laughing at almost anything either of you said. Bucky downed his 3rd shot and was on his 2nd beer only feeling slightly tipsy being the super solider he is when he saw Sam and yourself getting slightly touchier than he wanted. 

“Hey, I think birdbrain is trying to get with your lady.” Tony said from behind him. Bucky only grunted in response starting to feel angrier than any argument between the two of you had ever made him. 

“Okay, pretty lady. You need to loosen up. Let’s dance.” Sam yelled over the music as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you to the dance floor of the club. You had your arms draped over his shoulder and his hands were on your hips. The two of you dancing to the music. “Damn, metal arm is lucky.” He said as you moved your body to the music.

Bucky was turned towards the bar ordering another drink when he turned around to scan the club floor for you. He didn’t see you where you just were until his eyes traveled to you and Sam on the dance floor. He gritted his teeth before turning to the bartender. “Forget the drink.” 

At this point in the night although the drinks were about worn off you’ve forgotten about your issues with Bucky and we’re enjoying your time with Sam. A new song just started before you suddenly don’t feel Sam’s hands on your hips. You turned around and Sam was on the ground and Bucky was hovering over him. 

“Stay the fuck away from Y/N.” He turned to you with fires in his eyes. “We. Are. Going.” He said enunciating each individual word before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the club. He hailed a cab and the ride home was oddly long and eerily silent. Even the cab driver could feel the sexual tension between the two of you. 

When you arrived back at the compound you turned to him after walking in the door. “Bucky I-” He snapped around to look you dead in the eyes and cut you off before you could finish your sentence. “Save it.” He said before slamming the door shut shaking the entire compound.

“In our room. Now. I’ll be in in 3 minutes. If you’re not naked you will regret every decision you’ve made tonight.” He spit fire with every word and all you could do was nod before turning on your heel to speed walk down the hall knowing he’ll be right behind you. 

By the time you got to your room you were down to your jeans and your bra after leaving various clothing items along the hall. You threw off your jeans and started pulling on your bra when you heard footsteps unbelievably close to the room. The door swung open and Bucky stood there with his shirt unbuttoned. “Did I say bra and panties?” you stopped fiddling with your bra and looked at him with pleading innocent eyes. “No, but it got stu-” 

“Excuses won’t change the fact you aren’t naked.” He made his way over to you and hooked a finger under you chin before kissing you. “You’re mine tonight. Understood?” You nodded as he picked you up and sat you on the bed.

“Hands and knees, printesa.” You climbed up on the bed and he followed you pulling off your bra and panties in the process before running a finger over your slit. “Was it Sam that made you this wet?” You shook your head no. “I asked you a question.” You swallowed hard. “No, he didn’t. It was all you.”

He landed a hand on your bare ass and you gasped. “He turns you on?” he questioned before landing another smack on your ass. Rubbing your pussy with the other, metal, hand. “No, he doesn’t. You. Only you do.” You whined out between the slight sting of his hand on your ass and his fingers rubbing you. “Good.” He said before flipping you on your back and removing his hands to pull off his already undone button up and his belt. Tossing them both to the side. 

“Tell me, printesa. What do you want most right now? And where?” He whispered in your ear while hovering over you sending chills down your spine. “I need you, inside me. Please.” You begged before he started undoing his jeans. He groaned. “God, you’re so irresistable you know that.” 

He kicked his jeans off onto the floor followed by his boxers. He rubbed the head of his cock up your slit before pushing into you in a quick but gentle motion. You gasped and let out a small whimper as he started moving. He moaned into your ear and he moved in and out of you. “Please go faster, holy hell. Please.” You groaned as he sped up his motions.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” he grunted out over your increasingly louder moans. “Yes, Sergeant.” When he heard you call him Sergeant his hips snapped quickly into yours with force making you scream out at the sudden change in speed and force. “Y/N, you’re just letting me take you and you’re already so fucking good. I’m so damn close.” He reached up and grabbed onto your breast pinching the nipple as pleasure radiated from your pussy and your chest. You reached up and grabbed onto his hair pulling slightly as he continued his hard thrusts while leaving large hickies all around your neck and chest.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered into his ear, close to your orgasam. “Oh fuck, go ahead printesa.” You felt yourself tighten around him before he twitched inside of you and let his load deep inside of you. 

He pulled out and laid next to you for a second. “Stay there, love.” He said before grabbing a towel from the bathroom cleaning up the mess he just made. His demeanor was much softer now that his aggression filled mind was at ease knowing you’re his.

He laid back down and although hot and sweaty pulled you into his chest. “ You know, what happened on the mission was dumb. I just didn’t want to listen to you be all professional and super hero-y especially because you were the head undercover. You’re my soft little girlfriend. Like yes the world may see you as unstoppable and badass, and you are unstoppable and badass. But I couldn’t stand to think of you getting hurt or worse.” He whispered while playing with my hair and rubbing small circles with his thumb on my back.

“There isn’t a day I won’t ever forgive you, Buck.” You smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before curling up into his side and drifting off. “Y/N?” He whispered. “Yes?” You opened one eye to look up at him. “I love you, and stay away from Sam” you chuckled before curling back up. “I love you too, and if it means sex like that then maybe I might just have to.” You felt his chest move and he silently laughed to himself before drifting off next to you.

Tags: @netflixa, @mrsstevecrogers

REQUEST: you catch him masturbating while thinking of you and he gets super embarrassed. smut ensues.

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse/scars, explicit unprotected sex, y’all (wrap it before u tap it)

Word Count: 1,610 (i got so carried away)

You were house-sitting for Tina and Queenie while they went off with Newt to find some magical beast or another. Well, okay, you were house-sitting and Credence-sitting, since he hadn’t felt up to traveling anywhere. You’d known the group for a good few months now, since you owned a book store just across the street from their building, so it really was no trouble.

But when you said it was no trouble, it was because you had a very fond friendship with Credence and because you wouldn’t mind spending a good few days with him in the comfortable reverie you’d established. What you hadn’t accounted for was exactly what happened. It was late one night, maybe three days into house-sitting, when you heard it. You hadn’t been able to sleep, so you sat in the common area to read, and heard— It was a low sound, and throaty. Coming from Credence’s room. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on in there, so you got up and stepped toward his room cautiously, worried that he could be having a nightmare again.

But then your name rushed out of him, a quiet whisper so low you weren’t sure if you’d heard correctly, so you did what any person would do upon hearing their name called: you opened the door. And really, you would have been prepared for anything, literally anything, aside from what you opened the door to see. Which was Credence. Credence, with a hand shoved down his pants and his head thrown back against his white pillow, revealing a long column of smooth white neck framed by raven-black hair. Credence, dripping sweat that caused his hair to frame his high cheekbones and his lips.

Mortified, you closed the door and tried to tip-toe your way back to your seat to read. You couldn’t shake what you’d seen from your head though. You hadn’t really actively thought of him that way; sure, you thought he was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, but… You had never thought of him splayed across his sheets, never thought of him making sounds like those, sounds that went straight to your core, never thought of him under you, on top of you, and—You had to stop. You were starting to get a little hazy yourself, and it certainly didn’t help anything when you remembered he had said your name.

Some time had passed when he emerged from his room, head ducked low, pants repositioned, and belt in hand. That you were confused about. And then he was standing right in front of you, kneeling down, making himself so small, and handing you the belt. You took it in your hands, just puzzling over it, when you looked to see tears dripping from his face to the floor and remembered what he’d told you—about his mother. You gasped and threw the thing all the way across the room and fretted over him when he flinched. “Credence, I—How could you think I would hurt you with that?”

His wide eyes, glossy with new tears, chanced a glance up at you through long eyelashes. “M-Ma said that it—That what I was doing in there—That it’s a sin. And that—That sins can’t go unp-punished.”

You sighed, low and full, and didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to your mouth before returning to the floor. You slid from your seat, kneeling in front of him, making yourself just as small. “It isn’t wrong to—to feel things, Credence. And that—What you were doing is only human. Everyone does that. It isn’t wrong, Credence.” You kept your voice soft, trying to soothe him.

Credence glanced to you again, and when he spoke, it was so soft that you were sure you must have heard him wrong. “W-Was thinking of you wrong?”

Everything in you stilled at that. You were having a very hard time not kissing him right that second, not taking him right there on the living room floor, so you had to say through gritted teeth, “No. That’s not wrong either.”

He finally met your eyes and must have seen what you were trying to hide behind your eyes because he very tentatively brought his hand forward to hold yours, his fingers playing at the edges of your palm. “D-Do you think of me too?” Credence certainly couldn’t have said that. You must have imagined it.

You indulged an answer anyway. “Well, I do now.” Your voice was just as quiet as his was, so quiet you must have been afraid to shatter the moment that had sparked between the two of you.

Credence blushed at that, and you weren’t sure if he was surprised by your answer or the fact that you had admitted it, to him, out loud. But the answer seemed to be enough for him as he posed his next thought to you. “Y-You can—You can kiss me, if you want to, Y/N.”

And that was more than enough, that’s for sure, after how you had been holding back. One of your hands went straight for his face while the other hooked into the top of his pajama pants and pulled him fully against you as you kissed him, and kissed him in earnest. He was shy, clearly mimicking your moves and the way you slid your lips against his, but he picked up soon enough when your tongue entered his mouth. It continued like that for a while, tentative exploration, but when he finally dared to poke his tongue out and into your mouth, you couldn’t help but suck lightly. And Credence let out the most unholy of sounds and it went right to your core as you pulled back to kiss down his neck and suck harshly at his collar bones. You tugged at his shirt and asked, “Is this okay?” Credence gave a hasty nod before removing his shirt, and yours, and falling between your legs as you scrambled onto the couch. He was hovering above you, hair so much longer than before and sweeping into his eyes. You reached a hand up to brush it out of his face and found yourself whispering reverently, “You’re so beautiful, Credence.”

He flushed red at that, and you thought fondly that it was adorable that his blush spread across his bare shoulders. “You really think so?” His voice was breathy and strained and absolutely wrecked, and you were sure he was thinking about all of the scars that you could so clearly see in the warm light of the apartment.

You kissed the corner of his eye. “Beautiful.” You kissed his nose. “Beautiful.” His mouth. “Beautiful.” Down his neck and chest, across all of his scars. “Beautiful.” Credence shuddered every time and began slowly rocking his hips against yours.

You didn’t think he really knew what to do, but he was getting the idea because, once he had started pushing his hips against you, he got some of the friction he’d been needing and began to move harder, faster against you. You gasped and let out a long, low moan at the way he was rubbing against you, and you opened your eyes to see Credence staring down at you, eyes wide and disbelieving and mouth hanging open. You tentatively moved your hands under his pants to grip his ass and push him down further against you, giving the both of you more attention where you needed it, and nearly had an orgasm that second at the strangled “Yes” that left Credence’s mouth.

You slid his pants down further, and he understood, kicking them off as you hastily removed your underwear and drew him back against you with your legs. “Please.” You sounded absolutely fucked out, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care at how needy you were being as you scraped your nails gently against him and pulled his hair lightly. “Please.” The strain in your voice was tangible.

You looked to him and were knocked out of breath at the pure adoration in his eyes, the absolute awe. “Okay, just—Just help me, tell me w-what to do, please. I want too, but I—”

You kissed him gently, to keep him from panic. “Of course, Credence, of course.”

You positioned him correctly and let him enter you at his own pace, moaning louder the further he pressed among intermittent cries of Yes and More and Beautiful. You guided him with your hands on his ass for a while, but he picked up on his own, letting out low, throaty moans and cries of your name that sounded vaguely like a prayer, if you’d ever heard one. When you went to look in his eyes, you noticed they were white as he opened them, with his obscurus curling around the both of you, and you couldn’t help but think he was more beautiful than ever.

He felt incredible inside you, so you couldn’t help your exclamation of “I love you” coming desperately from your lips, which caused him to curl his body around you as he came, obscurus exploding around you both. You came not long over that, the feeling of him pulsing inside you and his body crushing you doing you in.

You let him collapse against you, ragged breath fanning across your neck and shoulder, and stroked smooth lines up and down his back. Minutes passed before he pressed a soft, almost imperceptible kiss to the hollow of your throat as he whispered, “I love you too.”

You heard his breaths even out and knew he was asleep, and you couldn’t help but think you were very glad to have agreed to house-sit.

I love you and it’s killing me - Jughead imagine

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Hey there! this is my first imagine so it’s kinda messy but I hope ya’ll enjoy it!

warnings - none, just some fluff :)

word count: 689

Your best friend, Jughead Jones, has been off lately. You haven’t been hanging out as much and it seems as if there’s something on his mind that he won’t share. The two of you have always told each other EVERYTHING so it kinda hurts that he doesn’t feel able to tell you. He’s been purposefully ignoring you since you asked him about it so you can’t help but feel you may have done something to offend your friend and you feel terrible. Jughead has been the only stable thing in your life right now and something feels missing without him. You two grew up together, you wouldn’t be seen without each other. You feel like he’s your soulmate. You’re in love your best friend and that tears you apart, because he would never feel the same. Though he’s the sweetest person in the world when he’s with you, and he would do anything for you, he’s Jughead, your sarcastic, snarky, dry best friend, and you’d hate to ruin that by throwing your feelings in there and making things awkward.

 It’s the final period and you’ve gone the whole day without talking to Jughead again. It feels like he’s slipping further and further away. You need to talk to him asap. You won’t let this friendship die for no reason. You’ve given him space, now you’re just gonna have to confront him. So as soon as school is over, you’ll catch him as he rushes over to pop’s.

 You turn around in your chair to catch him staring at you, with this sad and longing expression on his face. What could he be thinking? He quickly turns around and focuses on the teacher. The bell rings and you see Jughead quickly pack up his things and leave, so you do the same. Following him up the hall and out of the school building you catch up to him. “Jughead!” You call from behind. He slowly turns around. “(Y/N).. Hey.” He forces a slight smile. “Jug, what’s going on? Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” You rush out your words. “No, no I just..” He looks down, lost for words. You notice his sunken eyes and pale face. It looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. “Jug you look… terrible. Are you ok? “I’m fine, okay. (Y/N) could you let this go?” He asked, sounding defeated. “No, Jughead. You’re my best friend and I’m worried about you! Please tell me how I can help.. I miss you.” You pleaded. Jughead removed his gaze from you and muttered an “I miss you too” back. “I.. I have to go.” He stuttered and turned his back to you.

 “NO!” You cried out. Tears now filling up your eyes. Jughead’s face softened and he stepped towards you. “I want to know what’s going on, Jug. Do you not like me anymore?” The look on Jughead’s face was utter sadness. He hated himself for making you feel this way. He pulled you into a hug and rested his head on your shoulder. “Of course I like you, (Y/N)…” he pulled back to look into your eyes as you wiped them. “I… I love you and it’s killing me.” He let out, pained. 

You were completely shocked. He loved you? After all this time you held it in? You didn’t know how to react. “I’m sorry” he said. “This is why I-” You cut him off with a kiss. He didn’t react at first, he was stunned. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long and it’s finally happening. He kissed back deeply and passionately. Both revelling in the moment of the sweet and slow kiss. He pulled back to examine your features. You were so beautiful this close. You stroked your hands through his hair and he bought his to your face, stroking your cheek gently. “I love you too, Jones.” you said playfully. He smiled the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. You had your best friend back, and now even more. “Now, lets go to pop’s and get wasted on milkshake” Jughead joked, taking your hand in his.

muslim skam fans masterpost

Halla!! so with the recent skam fandom drama i thought it would be a good idea to make a muslim skam master where muslim skam fans can find and talk/follow to each other. I know that shadowhunters fandom they made a poc masterlist which was great help to me back then.

So since i’m lowkey sick of all the white people talking over us/ invalidating our opinions and hating on mikael and the balloon squad so  just as long as there’s a guarantee you’ll reblog stuff or make original content of the show you can be on the list so just send me an ask so that you can be on it! its not a requirement to have your gender, ethnicity and sexuality specified but if you want any of it specified, let me know! also if you want it removed after just send me another ask and i’ll remove it!

this is just so we can find each other more easily because i know it can be tough sometimes with all the racism and islamophobia and general hostile fandom!! and if you know anyone who qualifies and would be interested in being on the list please let me know or tell them to follow up with me! please don’t be shy or think you don’t qualify as a skam , just as long as you’re a muslim and blog/will blog about skam you’re welcome on the list!!!