remember when someone left me that in my ask

It was a September foggy morning when we met. I caught your eyes and something inside me in that very moment just knew you were trouble. Maybe because you held that cigarette in a certain way, or maybe was the way you used to pronounce my name, always in a low tone, like you were tasting every single syllable in your lips. It made me shiver and it made me uncomfortable, and something along the lines of getting out of my comfort zone for a while made you just irresistible.

You told me you weren’t nice to people because when you are you get hurt and fucked over, I told you I had the same problem. And then a month later, I broke down my shell for you and was nice, I showed you I actually cared. I guess that was my mistake, because you were no different from the rest. I guess you were so scared of being fucked over you decided to screw me over instead.

And there was this day when I woke up and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I stood there in front of you, shaking as I gathered up all of my courage and asked, “Do you hate me?”

You gave me that stupid, skeptical look. “Of course not.”

You looked into my eyes with those beautiful amber pools, the ones no one had ever bothered to notice except me.

“You’re always so kind to me.” Those words shot through my heart like an arrow. Tears started to spill down my somber cheeks.

“Then why are you always so cruel to me?” I whispered. Then it hit me. Like a truck, right through my heart. And in that moment my brain knew, what my heart just wasn’t ready to realize.
I loved you. I saw the future, the brightness and the fireworks.

You kinda liked me. You saw the milky skin, the soft hair and the red lips.

The edge of your lips tasted like desire catching fire.

And mine, like a mix of true love and a sweet romance.
You never wrote me poems. And I am still writing about you.
We were never in love. We would fuck in you car or on your bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while I was crying.

We saw each other naked so often I have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. You ripped my underwear off. You always liked me more when I was vulnerable. I woke you up with kisses, you woke me up with hickies.

And for a long time, I thought they were the same thing.

I asked you once while we both got drunk why it was that I could write novels about you until the words got tired of being anagrams of your name — but at the same time you would never reciprocate. You took a sip of your drink, blew a smoke ring and broke it with your finger.

“Dunno,” you said. We would fuck again later. And that to me, was the closest I was of being loved, adored, liked, worshiped even. But it was not even close to that.

It was carnal, pathetic and almost disgusting. Those are the only adjectives I can give to our so called relationship.

“Is it a crime to be halfway in love with someone?” I used to ask in those drunk moments, the tears I would never let you see, always stinging.

“Can I still feel something for you, after we told each other everything. After you betrayed and lied and never listened to me?” You would meet my eyes, looking confused as if you never promised anything, and it was true, you never did.

“You don’t have to feel anything. Maybe it’s better if you don’t.”
I did messed up all the lines from the Great Gatsby. I fell for all the wrong reasons. You had a green light smile with a gun prodding the center of my back, and I was so lost in your senseless acts that I, for a long time, thought it could be close to love.

And my love for you was like a penny. It wasn’t much, but it’s all I had, and you threw it on the ground like it was nothing.
I craved that side of you that you didn’t show to anyone else.
You only craved the parts of me that was exposed to everyone else.

I said I loved you.
You said that the difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it.

To sum up, I saw someone worth falling for, you saw a body and a potential fuck.

I once found you sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when I was young.

“God,” you said, “I really fucked you up.” And then finally, my last words, “I hope it hits you like a truck every time you hear my name that you never fucked me up. But how badly you fucked us up.”

And like that, you broke the heart. I never even knew I had. I remember talking with my best friend once I left you. She asked if I really were in love with you.

I had never realized that, after all you’d put me through, no one had ever even asked me that.

Within milliseconds everything came rushing back to my mind. I thought of all the 3 am conversations and secret shared glances in the hallway. I thought of how I opened my heart to you and let you in like I hadn’t done in a really long time. I thought of how you ripped it straight out of my chest and tore it to pieces. I thought of the 3 am tears shed into my pillow and the texts left unopened. I thought of how you broke my heart, and how you were the first person to ever do that.

I closed my eyes as four of the most important words I had ever spoken were about to come out of my mouth.

“No, no I wasn’t.”

I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.

And loving you? That was impossible. You were worth a fuck, not a lifetime story.
—  By unknown (via atmospher-e)
Everything is still so vivid to me, from the day you first embraced me to that morning you told me you like someone else. It’s been years, but the memory of you still remains. I still keep the letters you gave me and the song you wrote for me. The cap you always wore back then, before you put it on my head that night you left, still hangs in my room. My lips still remember how it felt when you first touched it with yours. You hugged me tightly before finally devouring me with passionate kisses like there’s not tomorrow. Until now, my heart aches a little whenever I hear Radiohead’s Creep because you used to sing that to me. My relatives still ask about you sometimes, but I just laugh it off. Isn’t it a wonder how you’ve long gone and moved on, but pieces of you seem to be scattered here still? You’ve left but I do not know if I remember our relationship to be my happiness or my greatest sadness. It’s too damn hurtful of you to share everything I loved and take away a part of it with you. It’s so unfair, so unfair, that I still see the image of you but you are no longer here anymore.
—  AM // when he leaves but the memories don’t
Anonymous submission:

Hey, I’d prefer you not to post this with my username (thanks)

On the topic of sixpenceee’s family having a slave – when I was a kid my grandfather and I went to visit distant relatives in a rich town in Uzbekistan where many had slaves. These distant family members had several slaves. It was pretty disgusting to see, because even though these family members treated their slaves “well”, you could tell they would much rather, obviously, not be slaves. I remember asking one of the kitchen workers if they enjoyed slavery, and she told me that she did, because it was better than alternatives. Exactly what Sixpenceee’s family’s slave apparently said. When we left, my grandfather (who is from Uzbekistan, and very against the slavery) told me that though it is considered better than some alternatives to the general populace, it’s still a miserable existence. No slave is really happy- you’re a slave, you don’t have any freedom and you literally belong to someone. You’re separated from your family, and even though you’re TECHNICALLY given the opportunity to leave, you aren’t really able to at all. I don’t know if Sixpenceee is lying to herself or what, but from the point of view of someone who met slaves who worked for his own family members, they are not ‘enthusastic’ or ‘happy’. If you’re asked, you have to say you enjoy it. Your wellbeing depends on your owners, and if you say that no, you hate being a slave, you’re paid less than minimum wage for working 24/7, you’ll be punished. It makes me angry for her to, basically, defend her family having a slave (ooh she’s a child, she’s happy, at least she isn’t dead lololol) and then turn around and talk about how the topic of slavery and trafficking is very near and dear to her heart or whatever. .44% of the population of Bangladesh is in slavery, 3.97% in Uzbekistan, where my family is from, but that doesn’t mean it’s normal there. At the very least, I don’t want her to be saying that “oh it’s normal here so it’s okay”.

wrong person - miniminter imagine

Originally posted by silverhairedminter


warnings; none really (a lil baby bit of swearing)

pairing; simon x reader, lachlan x reader (platonic)

word count; i dunno tbh 

requested; yesss

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Submitted by: Anonymous 

You sat on the edge of the well, back against the wooden post, a book in your hand. Completely engrossed in the story, you didn’t notice a girl walk by and do a double take when she saw someone reading. She quietly approached, not wanting to bring you back to the current world, but wanting to meet the person who seemed to love books just as much as she did.

“Excuse me,” she said. 

With a start, you glanced up, immediately snapping the book shut and putting it behind your back in one fluid motion.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“It’s. It’s okay,” you stammered. “I was just enjoying the weather.”

“You were reading,” she said excitedly.

“Oh, no you must be mistaken,“ you started.

The girl laughed. 

“I am not. It’s not often you see someone reading, let alone a girl. I think it’s amazing”

You started at her, dumbstruck.

“You do?" 

"Oh yes,” she said passionately. “Books are what connects me to worlds beyond this one. When I’m reading a book, I feel as if I’ve left this world and joined that of the book.” She paused, looking back at you.

“Do you borrow your books from Père Robert?”

“Oh, um, no. I just recently moved here. This is a book someone gave me back in my other village. He taught me how to read, and when I went away he gave me my favorite book as a gift.” You glanced down at the book and smiled, remembering all the times you shared together. 

“Do your parents know you read?” she asked tentatively, sitting beside you. You smiled sadly.

“No. Father wouldn’t allow it. He thinks that reading is a waste of time.”

“So does everybody else in this town,” she replied shaking her head.

You glanced down, wishing that for once your father would understand.

“I’m Belle,” the girl said.

“Y/N.”

“I’ll tell you about my book if you tell me about yours,” she said lifting a book out of her basket. You nodded excitedly.

“Mine is about two lovers in fair Verona. After reading it I didn’t want to come back!” Belle started. You giggled, finding yourself completely content. You had just found your best friend.

And so it went. You sat for hours discussing your favorite books. She told you about Père Robert, and that once she talked to him he would definitely let you borrow some of his collection. She even offered to get it for you herself, so that you wouldn’t be seen with books in the village. Thus, a new friendship blossomed. Maybe together, you two could change the minds of the world. A new adventure began.

The Accident

“We were in an accident. You almost didn’t make it.”

“I thought you were dead…”

Fandom: Riverdale

Ship: Jughead x Reader

Characters: Jughead, Archie, Fred (Archie’s Dad)

Warnings: car accident with minor details; mentions of self-harm (side note: if you have the urge to hurt yourself, please don’t do it. Someone out there loves you. I love you. Nothing is worth hurting yourself. If you ever need to talk to someone, my inbox is open.)

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Italics means a memory/flashback.

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“Why are you staying at Archie’s anyways?” Your best friend, Jughead Jones, asked you while he started the car.

“My dad is away on a business trip and he entrusted Archie’s dad with taking care of me for the week,” you rolled your eyes. Your mom had left when you were a toddler, and you couldn’t even remember her - but that was okay. It was just you and dad. “Which is completely stupid because I can very well manage myself,” you complained, even though you knew that leaving yourself alone wouldn’t be a good idea.

Jughead looked over to you and said, “You could have stayed with me at the Twilight,” he referenced his home. “There’s an extra bed there.” You shrugged and tugged your long sleeves down your wrists and bunched them in your hands, desperately trying to make sure he wouldn’t see the scarring on your forearms.

Soon enough, you two were parked at a red light in the town square, only a few corners away from Archie’s house. You stared at Jughead’s focused look, and as he turned to meet your eyes with a smirk, everything went black.

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i am so afraid of what other people think of me that i let them judge right from wrong.

so when you packed your bags and left them tugging at the front door, i screamed for you, i cried, i let you put my feelings into a box, label me “obsessive” and “crazy,” let you make me into the bad guy for simply reacting.

and when i asked my therapist if feeling things so strongly was right or wrong, she asked me, “what do you think?”

and i don’t remember the last time someone asked me what i thought and when i said i think i was doing the right thing by feeling she said, “then you are.”

and now the times i’m grieving, i try to remember that my opinion means something. that i have to value it, value it more than anything. because once you value your own feelings, no one can invalidate them. you can’t tell me what makes me brave. i think feelings are supposed to be felt. you can no longer pressure me into shutting them out.

—  i’m not crazy just because you say i am

To all girls on this fandom, whether you are my follower or not: (even if it’s the March 9th on your country)

First of all, happy women’s day.

I just wanted you to know how special you’re. No matter if you are a girl of color, if you are 12, if you are a trans girl or if you are a part of the rest of letters on the LGBT+ community (they all are important, but I don’t like when people say trans girls are not girls so that’s why I emphasize). You are a girl, you are important and today is your day.

 Actually, forget that: every day is your day. Today we are just making it a little bit more special.

(I have a few things to say to you all if you want to read my little message for you, read under the cut.)

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Sorry doesn't cut it

Requested by anon: Hey i was wondering if you are taking requests if you are than can i request for a theo raeken imagine where reader is Scott’s sister and starts to fall in love with theo and theo uses it for his lust of power but after theo try to kill scott reader is devasted and stops talking to theo but the dread doctor tell theo that now they’ll experiment toy is reader and theo fight against dread doctor to protect reader bcz he realizes his love for the reader. I know it’s long and I’m sorry. I love you.

A/N: I did kind of change the request a little bit at the end, hopefully you don’t mind :) Thanks for the request, I hope you like it and I love you too! Also, I need to apologize for the beginning of the story, it’s really bad but I’m still experimenting with different ways to write so I promise that at one point, I don’t know when, my writing will get better! It really is all about practice :)

Words: about 1800
Warnings: cursing.  
Pairing: Theo Raeken x reader

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anonymous asked:

My manager left me in the store. Not one of my coworkers noticed I wasn't with them when they were leaving. Only reason she noticed is because my mom pulled up and asked where I was. Kinda wanted to cry, like am I really that forgettable? I work my ass off for this company please at least remember I'm here

That happened to me once. I got written up when I set off the alarm to get someone to let me out. He was pissed he had to come back. This was before everyone had a cell phone so I had to wait for him to get all the way home, answer the call, and drive his way back. 


-Rodney

I was there

I fell inlove with girl. She was my first love. The simple text, the sound of her voice when we talk, her laughter… all it does is made me feel warm inside. I remember the first time that I finally realized my feelings for her. It was my birthday and we were hanging out. She told me she needs to go, she was meeting someone. I was devastated, but I can’t ask her to stay. She left but then she came back. She handed me a paper bag, I look inside and found a brown teddy bear. It held in its palm a small red rose. I knew then that I have fallen for her and I can’t tell her that cause I was afraid to lose her. She is beautiful and kind. She’s smart and she’s tough. It was not hard to fell for her but she only see me as a friend. So I kept it all in.

One day her friend accidentally told me that she’s seeing someone. I was hurt, I was mad. I have no right to be. I was hurt because she didn’t told me. But I cant walk way.

When they broke up, I watched her cried. She cried for a stupid boy who broke her heart. It pains me that I can’t love her, that I can’t be a person who will not hurt her, who can take care of her. I will always be that friend. Just a friend. But I was there for her.

And then she met one of my friend. They have so many things in common. She was perfect, same as her. It made me feel that she doesn’t need me anymore. Atleast she found someone who can be a real friend. A genuine friend who doesn’t have any secret feelings for her. So I distance myself, out of self pity, out of jealousy. I can’t love her anymore. It was enough for me. So I stop then.

She noticed it. She felt it.

We had a miscommunication, she was angry, she said things and I cried.

I cried in front of her, I cried in front of our friends. She cried.

She asked me why I keep pushing her away.

I couldn’t tell her still.

One day we stop talking. One day…. she moved away.

For years we never communicate.

She had a child and was never married. This past few days, she started posting pictures and quotes and I know that she was sad, I know that she was hurting. I contemplated on reaching out to her. She doesn’t need me anymore, she doesn’t want me anymore.

But I still did it, I told her that even though we fell apart, even though I am not the one she needs, I will always be there for her. I may not know the person who she became to be, but i can still remember the girl who was strong enough to fight no matter how hard life seems to be.

Barnes’ Books - chapter 3

I’m enjoying this, but writing it this fast (I’m also being a mum today and so on obviously!) does I’m sure mean it’s all a load of tripe and full of errors too. Sorry! x

Barnes’ Books masterlist


I guess I’m expecting a phone call that night, or the next morning, so I’m on edge. After I left the message, I fed Steve, locked up and went home, but I couldn’t sleep well, kept waking up, thinking I’d heard the phone ring. It didn’t though, laying silent and useless.

The next morning I went back to the hospital, glad for the first time that I was out of work and could be there for James.  He looked pale against the hospital sheets, and the nurse told me he’d had a bad night with the pain. They planned to operate that afternoon, all being well. I held James’ hand, and told him that I’d called his grandson, and that I was sure he’d be here soon. He’d just been given another dose of pain meds and wasn’t really with it, so it was hard to judge if calling Jamie had been the right thing to do. I wittered on for a bit, telling him that I’d feed Steve, but I think he got a bit confused with all the drugs, started laughing and telling me that Steve had a big appetite, that I’d better cook extra spaghetti sauce. When he started to drift off again, I patted his hand, told him I’d look after the shop, and left.

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We had a good run, even I have to admit.

It was four years ago this month that I started using this blog to share my collection of Patrick Stump. Now, 25,660+ posts on this blog and 15,260+ fobomatic posts later, I think it’s time to officially turn in my Certified Fall Out Boy Blogger card. I have loved my 8+ years in this fandom. I survived the hiatus, witnessed three marriages and the birth of four children, made great friends, and obliterated three hard drives with the more than 80,000 photo and video and audio files I’ve amassed of this band, which is much more than just a band to me. I still love these four dorks and their music. I’m sure I always will.

Months ago I promised that if I didn’t return I’d leave you with a gift. Today I’m making good on that promise. So here it is: weighing in at just under 10GB, here are the files I haven’t shared (more or less). I did my best to keep a record of this band and since these didn’t make their way onto my blog, I wanted to put them somewhere accessible to everyone. If there was a practical (free) way to share the 20 GB I have already posted to my blogs, I would include that as well, but unfortunately you will just have to make use of my tags and hope for the best.

A couple things:

  • There is a .txt file of all the old tour dates in case anyone is wondering what show a photo is from.
  • If you check the .xif file and see a url in the title line, that where I found the photos.  
  • As you’ll see, the files are somewhat organized and I’ve done my best to keep track of dates or guess dates, though mistakes have been made.
  • There are a couple folders that I honestly can’t remember what I was doing when I made them.
  • Sharing this is a lot like letting someone poke around in your bedroom closet so please excuse the mess and shoot me an email if you find I’ve left something in there that might mortify me.

I am honored to have been followed by so many of you and it’s been a pleasure sharing this band’s history as best I could. I won’t be answering any more asks, sadly (though I would still put my ability to date a photo of Patrick against anyone—even Pete), but the blogs and their content will remain here, tumblr willing. 💋✌🏻

Obsessive - Part 18

Its nighttime at The Reader’s apartment and (Y/N) is cleaning while Juice takes a shower.

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

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You had just finished vacuuming when you remembered that you left the 409 in the bathroom the last time you had cleaned in there. You debated with yourself for a moment over whether you should knock and ask for him to hand it to you, but the incessant nagging voice in your head told you that you couldn’t wait for Juice to finish showering, so you walked into the bedroom, approaching the bathroom door just as he was walking out. He had only put on his underwear, black Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs that were very generously hugging his body, and there were still residual water droplets beading down his chest and stomach that made your stomach tie itself in knots.

You gulped, the nagging voice in your head was long gone, something else was on your mind now.

Unable to break your eyes away long enough to gather your thoughts as he stood there, towel in hand, waiting for you to speak, you opened your mouth to say something but failed, closing it again and just staring back at him. When no words escaped your mouth, he dropped the towel, stepping closer to you and taking your hand in his as he held your eye contact and traced the top of your hand with his thumb.
As if he had read your mind, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours slowly and gently, stepping closer so your bodies touched and letting go of your hand so that he could attach his hands to your hips. You hummed against his kiss, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck as he firmly pressed his fingers into the skin just under the hem of your shirt. Fireworks were going off in your head and your entire body was tingling with electricity as he deepened the kiss, capturing your bottom lip in between his lips and tugging it slightly before he kissed you again, this time his tongue darting out to trace your top lip before slipping into your mouth. You let out a small moan as his tongue explored your mouth, your fingers wrapping around the back of his head, the feel of his mohawk contrasting with the bald sides of his scalp against your palm. Slowly he moved his hands down under your butt to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you over to the bed, his already fully developed erection pressed against your core. You broke away from his lips, attaching your mouth instead to his neck, right below his jaw as he leaned down and placed you on the bed, breaking his neck away from your lips and scooting you into the middle of the mattress.

Climbing in over top of you and supporting his upper body with his elbows and forearms on either side of your body, he settled down in between your legs, slowly grinding his pelvis into yours as he took his turn kissing and sucking on your neck, right above your collarbone. Every move he made was calculated, careful, almost loving.

You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails in and tossing your head back as he continued to press his lower half against you, heat was radiating from your body and you were soaking wet from all the pent-up sexual frustration you had been harboring.

Juice lifted himself so that his hands were holding him up at the end of outstretched arms that were still firmly boxing you in, holding you against the bed with his hips still rubbing against you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a tender kiss before pulling away again, “Do you want this?” he whispered, his eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt, any inkling that you might have regrets. Instead he was met with the most confident expression he had ever seen you wear as you stared back up at him and nodded, “I want you,” you husked and Juice immediately felt his stomach do a backflip, this was really happening.

He reached down to the bottom of your shirt, grabbing it and heaving it up over your body to reveal your naked torso underneath. Sitting back on his knees, he took a moment to admire your body before pressing his mouth against your left breast, kissing and licking your nipple while he palmed the other, then kissing down your stomach to the top of your pants and panties, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down in one swift motion which made you breathe out a shaky nervous breath, now being completely exposed in front of him. He reached up to grasp your hand, squeezing it and catching your eyes as he pressed his lips against your knee, kissing up your thighs to your hip bone. You let out a small gasp when he moved his lips over your pelvis, followed by a much bigger gasp when he pressed his mouth into your center, his brown eyes gazing over your body while still holding your stare as he moved his lips against your folds. 

Aroused by the sounds you made, he let your hand go, moving both of his palms down your thighs to your knees and pulling them up to spread you open as he dove into you, his tongue tracing patterns throughout your core, circling your clit and alternating between flicks of his tongue and firm sucking. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as Juice’s mouth pushed you closer to climax. He inserted a finger into you, your breathing becoming harsh through your barely parted lips as you moaned at the feel of him between your legs, his digit inside you, moving it in and out while licking and sucking against your center. You lifted your hips up against his mouth, pressing your vagina closer to him and tossing your head back as he pushed you over the edge and you came with a hoarse gasp, collapsing against the mattress and panting in ecstasy.


Juice lifted himself from your center, pulling himself over top of you again and grinning down at you, still writhing with pleasure underneath him. You placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.
Slipping your tongue inside his mouth, you released his face, trailing your hands down his chest and abs, palming his engorged member through his underwear. He groaned against your mouth and pressed forward into your hands as you let out a small chuckle and plunged your hands into the front of his boxers. He jumped a little at the surprise but relaxed as your warm soft hands held him and your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him. He relished in the feeling of you touching him for a moment, but quickly the urge to be inside of you overtook his mind. He leaned away from your grip, ridding himself of his boxer-briefs as his cock sprang forth, glistening with precum.
Your eyes widened at the sight, he was huge, and definitely much bigger than you had anticipated. He leaned over to your nightstand and pulled open the drawer, fumbling around before finding what he was searching for and pulling it out, dragging the foil square out of the small box and tossing it aside before turning back to you.

“Hey…” he spoke softly, sensing your sudden anxiety, “…are you ok?”

Swallowing heavily, you met his eyes, “Mhmm,” you nodded nervously and he smiled back to you.

“Just relax,” his soothing voice breathed and he pressed his lips to your forehead, tearing the package open and rolling the condom on as he hovered over you.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his calm demeanor making your nerves melt away as you bit your lip and looked up at him, completely at his mercy, “I’m ready,” you answered earnestly, your hands on the sides of his arms as he leaned back down, taking your mouth for his own as he pushed himself inside of you.

You gasped against his lips as he filled you up, pushing in slowly and stilling himself inside you, allowing the two of you to savor the moment, your first time together.

He closed his eyes and rotated his hips while inside you, making you toss your head back and squeeze his shoulders tightly. Lowering himself so that your chests were pressed together, he pushed his face into the mattress beside your head as he began to slowly thrust in and out, his warm breath cascading over your ear, holding your body down with his own. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands tracing the muscles in his back that flexed and rippled as his dick moved inside your walls, massaging your g-spot with every thrust. 

He was taking his time, you could feel the emotion in his every movement as you held onto him tightly, your breathing matching his while his hands roamed your sides and your thighs, caressing your skin before he pulled his arms up to tangle his hands in your hair, his mouth attaching to yours again. As he kissed you, he pushed further inside you, burying himself and causing your body to involuntarily jump at the fullness of his entire length being in you.
With his hands still tangled in your hair, he pulled your head back a little to expose your neck, licking and sucking on your pulse while he quickened his pace, coaxing a moan from your throat at the feeling of his cock touching all the right places. 

It was as if you were made to fit together. 

His lips left your neck just long enough to kiss up to your ear where he sucked on the skin behind it.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered as he began thrusting a little harder with each stroke, causing you to grip his back even more tightly, your nails digging in slightly while he moved against your body. You closed your eyes as his breath tickled your ear, one of his hands leaving your head to travel down your stomach and to your clit, his thumb now rubbing it up and down while he thrusted into you. 

Your mouth hung open as you tried to gasp but your breathed hitched in your throat at the sensation you felt, your clit stimulated by Juice’s hand while his dick pleasured the rest of you. A knot began to settle into your lower abdomen and you knew Juice was close to pushing you over the edge again, quickly bringing you to orgasm only this time the fullness you felt from his dick made it even more intense. You moaned your release, your walls beginning to convulse around his cock just as he began to breathlessly press his lips against your ear, a growl emanating from his chest as he struggled to speak, “Ohh.. Shit. (Y/N)… I’m about to–” suddenly the muscles in his back tensed under your fingers as he pushed himself all the way deep inside you, the tip of his length hitting the deepest parts of you and pushing past as his dick pulsated and spasmed inside of you. He came with a low moan, immediately followed by a sigh as he collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy but his body completely relaxed.

Slowly he removed his member from inside of you, the full feeling suddenly gone, leaving you empty but satisfied as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder and stood up, pulling the condom filled with his cum off and walking naked to the bathroom to toss it in the trash. You watched him as you reached for your shirt, pulling it on. He was breathtakingly sexy and just a little sweaty, as he walked back to your bedside, grabbing his boxers from the floor and pulling them on before sitting on the edge of your bed right in front of your thighs as he captured your gaze, holding it while his hand went to rest on your hip, his thumb rubbing small back and forth lines across your skin. 

He smiled at you, “Wanna watch that movie now?” he grinned, earning himself a smile back from you as you grabbed his hand in yours, hauling him down in the bed beside you, “I think I’m over it,” you smiled as he pulled you into his side and you wrapped an arm around him, your head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as the two of you, completely exhausted, drifted off to sleep together once again.

See her | Final part

Summary: You are Wanda and Pietro’s older sister. The three of you went to Hydra for experimentation hoping to gain powers and destroy the Avengers later. But it all goes wrong.

Word count: 750+

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst, Death.

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Can I ask you something? (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Peter Parker imagine where peter proposes to the reader and then fast forwards to the wedding? lots of fluff pls, You’re writing is amazing btw (:


‘’I can’t believe school is over’’ you say as you walk down the street, Peter’s arm around your shoulders. ‘’It feels so weird. All these years, finally over. I remember you asking me out on 10th grade. You were so nervous.’’
Your graduation was yesterday, both Peter and you now free from high-school, ready for college.
‘’Yeah, it feels strange’’ he mutters. He sounds nervous, but you don’t give it much thought as you step inside his building, walking to his apartment, knowing May is out of the city.  
He opens the door softly with his key, letting you in before him, and closes it behind him. You take off your shoes and leave your jacket on the sofa, walking to the kitchen and getting yourself some water -after dating for so long, and being friends before that, his house is like a second home to you.
‘’Can you believe it’s been over ten years since we met?’’ you ask, taking a sip of water. Peter laughs and shakes his head, sitting on the couch. He pats the spot beside him, gesturing you to sit there while he turns on the TV. ‘’We’ve put up with so much, don’t you think? Not only Spiderman related, but everything. It-God, I’m getting emotional’’ you say, laughing.
He wraps his arm around your shoulder again, your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck.
‘’Do you want to stay the night?’’ he mutters against your hair. You nod your head softly and wrap your arms around him -he has not been talkative today, and that is strange. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’
‘’You know you always can, Pete’’ you say, a small smile on your lips.
He unwraps your arms from around him and gets up from the couch, your eyes following him as you furrow your brows. He goes to his room and comes back with something in his hand, but you don’t know what it is.
He walks up to you, and gets down on one knee in front of you. You think you know what’s going on, but you don’t feel as if it was real.
‘’[Y/N], we have been friends for so long, and even if I haven’t been there for you sometimes, you have never left my side. When we started dating I didn’t think we would last -I thought, and still do, that you deserve someone way better than me; but for some reason you have decided to stick around and love me back. You know I’m not really a words person and that I suck at remembering things, so I’m just gonna go and not tell any anecdotes and ask you, will you marry me?’’ Peter says, softly opening the box he had been carrying, his eyes fixated into yours.
You don’t answer, your lips slightly parted and your head spinning. You know the answer you want to give him, but you are just too shocked to say it, so you take his face in your hands and kiss him, smiling into the kiss.
‘’Yes. Yes, you dork. I obviously want to marry you’’ you whisper, your breaths tingling, both of you smiling like fools.

‘’I think I am going to throw up’’ you tell your mother as you clean your sweaty hands with a towel.
‘’Hey, [Y/N], relax’’ she says, a smile on her lips. ‘’It’s all going to be the same. You are just going to be married to the man you love.’’
You walk around the room, trying to remember your vows. Just as you hear the music start to play, you take your father’s arm and try to remember how to walk in heels, the doors open and you have to walk down the aisle. Catching your breath and almost not letting it go, you walk up to Peter, standing at the end with a huge grin plastered on his face, his aunt taking photos a few feet away.
You almost don’t pay attention to what the priest is saying, only focusing on how Peter is playing with his hands, and how he can’t erase the smile on his face no matter how hard he tries to.
‘’[Y/N],’’ Peter says, starting his vow ‘’you have been by my side since we met, and there hasn’t been a single time in which I have questioned myself if I had stopped loving you. I knew from the moment we met that I would like to spend my life with you, and even if it took me more than 7 years to tell you, I never stopped. Now I’m here and I’ll have the chance to call you my wife if you say yes -which I hope you will,’’ he said, earning a laugh from everyone ‘’and I just want to tell you how happy that makes me. Thank you for being here with me all along and for always helping me stand on my feet, no matter the situation. I love you.’’
You feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you start your vow, trying not to cry.
‘’Peter, if I didn’t have you, I don’t even know where I’d be’’ you start, taking his hands. ‘’You have helped me discover who I am and you have been there for me through my darkest moments, always offering me a hand. I promise that I will always love you and have you in my heart, no matter the situation, and I will never fail you, because I love you. Thank you for being the light in my life and for being the prince I always dreamed of when I was a child. I love you.’’
When the priest finally tells you to kiss, you can’t help the sob escaping your lips before Peter kisses you, a smile on his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck. And in that exact moment, you know that is what you had always been waiting for.

Angel

“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

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Words: 4000+

Request: No

Rating: R

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Luke’s POV

The sun peaked through my black-out blinds in my room, as the dirt particles twinkled in the sun light like little fairies dancing. I rise my hands up to my face and rub my face in my hands, trying to wake myself up, but obviously rubbing my face in my hands doesn’t work because I hear a sound that nearly makes my ears bleed from next door.

I rise up and grab the string that pulls up my blinds, and look and seeing a moving truck settling down the ramp and workers unloading the heavy boxes and some carrying Tim Hortons in their hands.

“Mom!” I shout and jump up and out of my bed, quickly making my way out of my bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen where I smell bacon and eggs. “Yes Luke.”

“When did we get new neighbors?” I ask while leaning against the island counter in the middle of our kitchen.

“When are you gonna put a shirt on?” My mom says, completely avoiding the question that I’ve asked.

“I’ll put a shirt on when you answer my question.” I state while walking over to my mom and reaching over and grabbing a piece of bacon beside my mom. “They bought that house like a month ago Luke, and they’re moving in today. I don’t know what else to tell you about them? I don’t know anything other then that.”

“Thanks,” I say and kiss my mom on my cheek before grabbing a plate from the cracker coloured cabinet.

“No problem-Oh! I almost forgot, I’m gonna invite them over for dinner, you know, lets be nice and welcome them kindly to the neighborhood. So please, clean your room just in case their daughter goes upstairs with you, since you love to stay in that room of yours.”

“They have a daughter?” I ask and quickly make my way over to the small window that we have in the kitchen that my mom always leaves open when she cooks. “Mhm, now go clean your room please.” 

I only nod my hand in response while looking out the window, trying to find the new neighbors daughter, which only gets me a slap in the back of the head and a shout to hurry up and eat my breakfast and clean my room.


“Luke, please go get the door.” My mom says while rushing around and grapping forks and knives from the drawer and hurrying to place them in the dining room.

I let my feet carry me to the door and gently place my hand on the doorknob and twist it while pulling the door open, revealing two people.

I always thought that I would have to be remarkably handsome or even move to a different country to even see a supermodel in front of my eyes, but yet here I am, and I am standing in front of this beautiful girl with the most perfect eyes and cutest nose, and her lips are so pink that I think they’re pinker then cotton candy and strawberry milk combined. And her body, literally sculptured by God and all the arc angels. And her hair, it reaches to her hips. I am just completely memorized by this beautiful girl in front of me.

“Hello! Hello! Hello!” I hear my mother say from behind me, making me snap out of my daze. I gently shake my head and smile up at the man in his mid-30’s and his daughter that is right next to him. “Come on in! I bet it’s cold outside.”

“Uh-yeah-sorry, come in,” I say and peel the door open wider and letting the beautiful girl walk past me with her father right next to her.

“You guys came right on time, I just finished making dinner.” My mom says while leading the way into the dining room, where food is set out, waiting for us to dig in and fill our stomachs.

Once everyone is done sharing out their food, I see my mother and the man that came to the door with his remarkably beautiful daughter, making their way into the living room to watch whatever show that will catch their attention.

“Hey, do you want to eat upstairs in my room. I mean, I don’t want to sit down and eat food while listening to some home renovation guy talk about dry wall for a good five minutes, but if you want to go ahead,” I laugh and she does the same and I feel my heart pound against my chest and butterflies swimming in my stomach.

“Yeah, sure.” She says and then we grab our plates and begin to make our way up into my bedroom. “My name is Luke, by the way.”

“Y/N,” She says and her voice is so soft and gentle, and if her voice were to ever become an object, I think a cloud would perfectly represent it.

“So what is your favourite subject in school?”


“How do you even understand this stuff?” I ask while rubbing the back of my head. And Y/N laughs and I smile and it’s been like this forever, Y/N coming over and trying to make me understand what I’m doing in all my subjects because I don’t understand half of this stuff that my teachers teach me and surprisingly I am passing.

“I don’t know. I just do.” Y/N smiles before bending over and looking at the Math question and explaining it to me, which only makes me let out a sigh and thanking Y/N for moving right next to me, which only makes her let out a laugh, making my heart pound against my chest.

“Please teach me your ways,” I sigh while writing down my last question and trying to figure out the answer before resorting to the back of the book. “I was just born with it.”

“Mm, maybe it’s the continuous episodes of Sailor Moon that you watch. Oh! Maybe because you drink strawberry milk. You put steroids in your strawberry milk, that’s it!” I nearly shout and Y/N lets out a hearty laugh before slapping me in my chest gently.

“I don’t put steroids in my strawberry milk, Luke. That doesn’t even make any sense. And I’m pretty sure Sailor Moon didn’t make me smart.” Y/N says and I shake my head.

“You’re telling me that Sailor Mercury didn’t teach you anything?” I ask and Y/N rises her left eyebrow while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I thought you didn’t pay attention when we watch Sailor Moon?” Y/N ask and I feel my cheeks begin to heat up and I let out a low grunt before peeling my eyes away from Y/N’s and looking everywhere but at her.

“I don’t. I just remember some characters, you know.” I state and Y/N nods her head.

“Yeah. I know.”


"Luke! Luke!” I hear someone shout from behind me, I quickly turn around and I am met with Y/N’s face completely red face from running to catch up with me. “Yes.”

“Come over tonight?” Y/N ask and I begin to shake my head while continuing to walk, Y/N following behind me.

“Why not? We can watch Sailor Moon and drink strawberry milk together! How about I dress you up again! It’ll be fun!” Y/N exclaims with a happy tone and if Y/N was in an anime I could only imagine this scene to look like a happy and preppy girl bothering the boy that doesn’t want to do anything with her.

“Unlike you Y/N, I actually have to study for my test,” I laugh and Y/N pouts.

“I study for my test.” Y/N says with a sad tone and I let out a laugh before swinging my arm around Y/N’s naked shoulder and smile down at her when I see a blush begin to heat up her cheeks. “I’m sure you do.”

“Okay, maybe I don’t, but at least come over for strawberry milk and one episode of Sailor Moon?” Y/N pleads and her bottom lip juts out, and her eyes begin to shine with water. I let out a sigh before smiling down at Y/N.

“It wouldn’t hurt to watch one? Now would it.”


And I was totally wrong, because after watching one episode of Sailor Moon only lead Y/N to put in another one, and another one. I finally look up at the clock on Y/N’s desk and see that’s 12:53. I let out a yawn before rising up and off the bed.

"Y/N I should be heading home now.” I state and I feel Y/N grasp my wrist in her hand and gently tug me back onto the bed. “No, sleepover. Please.”

I let out a little sigh and Y/N lets out a smile before tugging me onto the bed and excusing herself to go get ready for bed and grabbing me a toothbrush.

“Here.” Y/N says once she is back and wow. She looks so beautiful and she is in a big white shirt and she looks so beautiful with clothes that don’t fit tightly against her body because, right now she just looks like an actual angel.

“Here’s your toothbrush,” Y/N says once again, knocking me out of my state and I grab the toothbrush out of her hand before thanking her and making my way into Y/N’s conjoined bathroom.

I let out a sigh once I walk into the bathroom, it would actually be a miracle if I don’t get a hard while I sleep over with Y/N. See there has been many incidents where I have gotten hard while just being with Y/N, many times was from just the way she talks, sometimes even her laughter gets me so hard. I don’t know why, but it just does.

Once I’m finish brushing my teeth I make my way back into the bedroom and see Y/N laying on the bed with her phone in her face. I let out a shaky breath before walking over to the bed and laying down right next to Y/N and see what she is looking at, which ends up being a picture of a cute white cat.

“Luke?” Y/N ask me once she is finish done liking a post on Instagram and setting her phone down beside her bed and looking at me with curious eyes. I hum in acknowledgment and Y/N turns around, laying on her side and staring me up and down while biting on her bottom lip, and I’m pretty sure I’m hard and maybe sleeping over Y/N’s house is a bad idea.

“What are your kinks?” Y/N ask and I feel my eyebrows nearly leave my head and my eyes nearly pop out of its sockets. “I-Um-I”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Y/N says nonchalant, like what she just asked was normal. Like it is normal for someone to ask about your sexual desires.

“I just-I um-What’s yours?” I ask, trying to get the attention off of me and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle bright with excitement before sitting up on the bed while staring down at me.

“I have a daddy kink.”


 And just with those words my life spun out of control. Every time she touched me or even spoke to me I would just think of her doing something remarkably attractive that I would immediately get hard about. And it got worse, and when I mean worse, I meant it got to the point were whenever I would look down at Y/N I would just imagine her down on her knees and taking me into her mouth and her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock just doing the most delicious swirls with her tongue that she does around her strawberry coloured lollipops that she has in her room.

"Luke!” I hear Y/N shout from beside me and I quickly move my gaze away from the blank white wall that I am looking at in Y/N’s room and to Y/N bright Y/C/E eyes. “Yes.”

“Why are you always dozing off all of a sudden. I mean, ever since I told you about my kink you’ve gotten quieter and you always doze off now? Are you okay?” Y/N ask and I look at Y/N and then I look at the TV that is playing a Sailor Moon episode.

“I want to be your daddy.” I say and I didn’t mean for it to come out like that- I’m totally lying, I really did mean for it to come out like that and I can’t imagine Y/N having someone pour her strawberry milk or watch Sailor Moon with her, I can only see myself doing it and I don’t even know what I’m getting myself into but I think it’s gonna be okay if I have Y/N by my side.

“Really? I didn’t think of you having a daddy kink,” Y/N says and I shrug my shoulders. “I mean every since I you told me about your kink I-I-I just started dozing off and day dreaming about like-you know,”

"No Luke, I don’t know. Do tell,” Y/N says with a slight smirk on her lips and I watch as Y/N begins to climb up my body and I feel my face begin to turn red and my cock begin to get hard.

“Like-I-I-I would imagine your lips wrapped around my cock,” I say and Y/N smirk widens before dragging her hand up my leg and then running it over my growing member.

“Mm, sounds great.” Y/N says while licking her bottom lip and applying pressure to my cock, making a moan slip past my lips.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” Y/N says in the most innocent voice and I let out a moan before grabbing Y/N’s face and crashing my lips against hers, and God does it feel so good. So fucking good. And she tastes like strawberry milk and cotton candy, so sweet and addicting that I don’t even want to pull away from Y/N’s lips, I just want to swirl my tongue against Y/N’s for the rest of my life if I could, but suddenly Y/N peels away from the kiss and begins pressing kisses down my neck and rubbing her palm against my member.

“Mm, lift your shirt up,” Y/N says and I do what she says, lifting my shirt up and over my head and tossing it across the room. Just as Y/N continues to press kisses down my body. I let a moan slip past my lips as I feel Y/N press small pecks against my hip bones before undoing my belt and gently tugging my pants off.

“Daddy, you’re so hard,” Y/N breathes against my member while licking me over my black boxers, making my hips buck up and letting a moan slip past my lips.

"Stop playing around angel,” I say and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle with excitement before pressing one last kiss on my boxer covered cock and then peeling my boxers off, making my cock slap up and against my stomach.

“Daddy you’re so big.” Y/N states while licking her lips and then looking up at me as she presses small pecks along my cock before sucking my head into her mouth, making my head fall back while Y/N runs her tongue along my slit gently before running her tongue up and down my cock.

“God,” I moan once Y/N takes me in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock while her mouth continues to suck me into her mouth. I let my hands gently wrap my hands around hair, making a makeshift ponytail as she begins to bob her head around my cock.

“You look so pretty, baby. My little angel,” I moan as Y/N eyes look up at me before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose pressing against my pelvic bone as she swallows around me and swear words are slipping out of my mouth from left to right because, fuck does this feel amazing.

“Ahh fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” I moan as Y/N keeps on deep throating me. I tightly grip Y/N’s hair in my hand and begin to make Y/N bob her head more frequently then before but at slower paste making me nearly come when I feel Y/N’s tongue running up and down my slit once again.

“Y/N- Holy shit- Fuck,” I moan when I see Y/N stare up at me, her eyes twinkling as I feel my self spilling into her mouth. “Mm, you taste so good daddy.”

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, come here angel,” I say breathless and Y/N does just that, moving her body up from between my legs to rest in my lap, her thighs pressing against my hips while her lips meet mine.

“God you’re so wet, I can feel you dripping through your panties angel.” I state, making Y/N moan when she feels my finger run against her clothed slit. “Daddy.”

“Mm, don’t worry, daddy is gonna make you feel good angel, don’t worry.” I state while pushing Y/N’s panties aside and running my fingers along Y/N’s slit, making Y/N suck in a breath while dropping her head onto my shoulders.

“Fuck baby, I didn’t even touch you and you’re fucking soaking,” I say while slipping a finger into Y/N’s warm tight heat, making Y/N grip my shoulders tightly in her hands. “Fuck daddy.”

I continue to thrust my index finger into Y/N’s soaking core while making my thumb run fast figure eights on her clit. Once I feel Y/N begin to clench around my finger I decide to add a second one, making Y/N nearly scream, and I gently grip Y/N’s hip in my hand, making her ride my fingers while her white tennis skirt bounces with her hips.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come,” Y/N moans while picking up her paste, I let a moan slip past my lips as I let go of Y/N’s hip, I grab Y/N’s pink tank top in my hand pulling it down, making her perking nipples spill out of her tank, and I quickly use my other hand and grasp a nipple in my finger and gently pinch and tug on it while my mouth pays attention to the other one.

“Ahh, fuck!” Y/N shouts, her legs shaking against my hips and her hips stuttering against mine while Y/N continues to let moans slip past her lips.

“God that was amazing. I’m glad you’re my daddy.”


“No, no, everything is good down here, don’t worry mom, just enjoy yourself.” I say into the phone while I feel Y/N tugging on the sleeve of my black and red flannel. “Y/N stop, I’m talking to my mom right now.”

“No it’s nobody mom, continue.” I say into the phone while I see Y/N whine and pout her bottom lip. I let a sigh slip through my lips before I slump into the couch more with my eyes shut and continue to listen to what my mom is saying about heating the casserole in the fridge properly.

“No I’m not hungry right now. Listen mom-Shit,” I moan out when I feel Y/N rub her hand over my cock. I let my eyes pop open and I stare at Y/N with a dangerous glare. “No, I dropped something by accident, continue.”

“Daddy I want your cock,” Y/N whispers in my ear before shoving her hands down my jogging pants and into my boxers. I let a moan slip past my lips when I feel Y/N’s cold palm against my now growing cock.

“Y/N you better stop or you’ll get punished.” I state, moving my phone away from my ear as I watch Y/N just shrug her shoulders before peeling my jogging pants and boxers down to my ankles and running her tongue alongside my cock.

“Uh yeah, yeah, I’m listening. You said to not put it in the microwave,” I breathe out with a shaky breath.

“Mm, I love how hard you get daddy.” Y/N states before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose brushing against my pelvic bone as she deep throats me. My mouth letting a moan slip past my lips.

“I-I just stubbed my toe mom. Listen I need to go now. Yeah I’m getting pretty tired, okay, love you too, bye.” I say with a shaky breath before hanging up the phone and gripping Y/N from her hair and pulling her off of my cock.

“Do you think that was a good idea angel?” I ask Y/N and she lets out shrug before starring at me with her doe eyes.

“I’m horny daddy. I wanted your cock and you weren’t paying me any attention,” Y/N says with an innocent tone while playing with the ends of her white tennis skirt.

“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

“Oh no angel, do you think you can back out now?”

“No.”

“So lay across my thighs.” I state and Y/N lets out a whimper before bending over and laying across my thighs. I peel Y/N’s skirt up to see her not wearing any panties, her naked backside in my face.

“You’re so wet and I didn’t even do anything to you.” I state while running my finger along Y/N’s wet soaking slit. I hear Y/N suck in a breath before grasping onto my calf tightly.

“I want you to count for me, okay?” I ask and all I see Y/N do is bob her head.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, what was that?”

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N says and from there I begin to lay my hands upon her perky backside, her ass cheeks jiggling around as I continuously lay my hands upon her now crimson ass cheeks. After every smack on Y/N’s cheeks, I feel her grip tighten around my calf.

“Twenty.” Y/N whimpers out before she gently turns around in my lap and rises up and presses a kiss on my lips.

“You still want daddy’s cock?” I mumble against Y/N’s lips while she continues to place light and gentle pecks against my lips. “Mhm, please.”

“So ride me angel,” I say while watching Y/N tug her white halter top over her head and pulling her skirt off also. After she peels her skirt down her legs, she sets her self on my hips once again, and I see a smirk written on her strawberry coloured lips before she reaches behind herself and grips my aching cock in her soft tiny hands and slips my cock in her tight wet heat.

“Fuck,” Y/N and I moan in unison as soon as she begins to move her hips against mine, her hips moving in a delicious way that it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth fall open, leaving me speechless. 

“Fuck, daddy, your cock is so huge,” Y/N moans as she increases her pace, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Y/N’s tight walls wrap around my cock in the most sinful way.

“Fuck Luke,” Y/N moans as I begin to thrust up into Y/N her hips continuing to move sinfully against mine. I let my eyes fall on Y/N’s face as she continues to ride me.

“Spank me Luke, please,” Y/N whimpers while placing her hands against my chest as she begins to ride me.

“I thought you didn’t like to get spanked?” I ask in a questioning tone while smacking my hand against her ass, Y/N’s body jolting up and a moan slipping past her lips as her eyes fly open.

“God I love getting spanked, spank me more, please!” Y/N moans and I let a chuckle slip past my lips before placing five more slaps against Y/N’s ass and thrusting my hips up into hers. “Fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” I moan as I feel Y/N’s walls begin to clench and unclench against my cock. I release my hand from Y/N’s ass and place my thumb on her clit as I begin to rub slobby figure eights on her clit, and after that Y/N and I are totally gone. Her body withering against mine as I feel her come, and I let my arms wrap around Y/N’s waist as I come with her.

“God that was amazing,” Y/N sighs while running her hands down my arms and pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“It’s always amazing with you, angel.”

[ I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes!!! ]

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Hot Tea: when was the last time you kissed someone?

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It didn’t seem like it would, but like any other morning, sun rose up this time too. It didn’t seem like bright rays of sunlight would pour inside the room to illuminate it. It felt impossible for Oh Sehun to wake up and continue living, but he did it anyway. 

With a slight flutter of eyelashes, he turned on his side in his bed. Because of his weird dreams, everything around him felt strange and unfamiliar. By the way, he couldn’t even remember what he had dreamed about. Only one face was clear in his mind. Maybe because she was sleeping next to him?

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