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Writing is Hard, part 6: SEX

Summary: Dean and the reader have sex. Finally. FINALLY.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4250ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”

Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?

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Stony post-cw fix-its recs (MCU mainly)

Since I didn’t have the time to actually create anything for the 10th Anni of Stony, this rec list is my pseudo-contribution.

Since I don’t know how to make it a part of the event otherwise (sorry!), I’m just going to tag @cap-ironman

For more recs, check out this post by @civilwarbrokemyheart. I’m not going to repeat the recs that are already there.

This is in no particular order, and the fics are loosely grouped by absolutely arbitrary criteria :)

Mind the ratings, I guess.

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Experienced In Loving (Jungkook x Reader)

VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL SERIES #7

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: PURE FLUFFY FLUFF

Summary: The reader is unable to spend Valentine’s day with Jungkook because she her boss needs her to close the cafe she works at. Jungkook, being an adorable boyfriend, decides to go over and make the most of their night.


You stuck your soggy mop-head in the yellow bucket and rolled your way towards the back of the cafe until you collided with a podium. Having very little control over the hole thing as it was, the loose wheel on the right side had become your nemesis of the night. Well that and your awful fate.

It was Valentines Day and instead of spending it with the man you loved, your boyfriend Jungkook, you were moping up dirty floors at the cafe you worked at.

It wasn’t really your fault as you had booked the day off but it wasn’t really your boss’ fault either as he had to be with his wife who was in labour. When he had told you he needed you to take the shift, you were fairly disappointed. You had planned to go on a picnic with Jungkook, who was equally disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to spend time with you.

You sighed looking out the clear glass doors and windows at the front of the store. It was 12am but cars we’re still passing by consistently. Probably couples returning home from lovely dates, you thought.

You sighed again heavily and moved your cart to the supply room in the back. You tried to focus on the sound of the radio in the other room. You hummed along to an Ed Sheeran song as you washed your hands and made your way to a pantry to get some ingredients. You had to sit the dough over-night.

When you came back into the front of the store you nearly dropped all of the ingredients in your hands. There standing outside was Jungkook in a very adorable Chef’s outfit, holding various pink signs and a picnic basket.

He smiled at you and you laughed; you couldn’t believe he was really there. You moved towards the glass and yelled, “Baby! I’m so happy to see you. But you know I can’t let you in after hours.”

Jungkook shook his head smirking. He put down the basket he was holding and turned around the first sign he was holding dramatically. You laughed when you read, “Need a Job, experienced in loving.”

He then whipped out another sign, this one reading; “Strengths: Stamina” He used the paddle to cover half his face and raised his eyebrows at you suggestively making you laugh hysterically. Then he pulled out another paddle, this one made you smile and reach for your keys to unlock the door. 

“Weaknesses: You”

As soon as there was no longer a barrier between the two of you, you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He immediately responded by putting his arms around your waist and lifting you up a bit so that your feet were barely touching the ground. After what felt like a blissful forever, you pulled back and said, “You’re hired.” 

Jungkook laughed. “I better be. How many employees bring picnic dinners?” He lifted up the basket waved it at you and you giggled, pulling him in behind you. After locking the door, you turned around to see Jungkook setting up the picnic he’d packed. He had a red blanket that he placed a box of pizza on, by the smell of it you knew it was your favorite, barbecue chicken. You hummed and moved to stand behind his knelt figure and placed a kiss on his temple. He placed a strawberry cheesecake on the blanket and two electric candles. 

“This is amazing, Jungkook.” You whispered.

“Is it now?” He turned around and pulled you into his lap for a kiss. You kept kissing him as he laid you down on the blanket. It went on like that for awhile, his body resting on top of yours and your lips moving in sync together. 

Jungkook pulled back just enough so that his nose brushed against your own. “You have something on your nose.” he said seriously. You blushed immediately, “I do?”

“You do now!” He swiped some cheesecake on your nose and pulled back. “Oh, you are so on!” You took a swipe of the cheesecake but Jungkook skillfully dogged it. Laughing, he grabed your had to make you add yet another swipe of cake on your face. 

You looked over at him and pouted, “Wow.. on Valentine’s Day too?” You pursed your lips at him and his laughter got even more high pitched as he rolled on the blanket clutching his stomach. “You-you look so funny!” He said in between laughs.

You turned to face away from him and sighed dramatically. “I think this calls for a termination.” 

Jungkook got up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his lap. “It’ll never happen again.” He said, his voice even now.

You turned to face him over your shoulder, ‘Really?”

“No,” he said wiping cheesecake on your lips this time. “Jungkook!-” You were cut off by his lips back on yours again before you could scold him.

The rest of the night was spent eating, kissing laughing but hardly any working.

A/N

Hello.. This was really fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it! Happy Valentines Day!

~Armygirl

Over and Over

Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.

Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)

Word Count: 1600ish

A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO


Dean’s moving at just the right pace.

It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.

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Payback’s a Bitch (Superbat)

Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent

Based off this post

Word Count: 4249

Bruce’s lips were soft against Clark’s, a stark contrast to the hardness of the protective armour of the batsuit. Clark wrapped his arms gently around Bruce’s waist as he pulled him closer to him, oblivious to the silent click of a reporters camera in the distance.

The next day, Clark went to work under the impression that he would have a normal (mostly) uneventful day at work at the Daily Planet. The first sign that something was wrong was when people he passed on the street started to stop and stare as he walked by. The second was when a young girl stopped him just outside the Planet building. 

“Are you Clark Kent?” She asked, staring up at him through her fringe.

“Uh…Yes?” Clark replied, perplexed as to why she asked.

“Awesome! Can you introduce me to him?”

Clark looked down at her, furrowing his brow in confusion. “What? Who? I’m so sorry but I’m already late and if I’m any later my boss is going to kill me” He turned around as he walked away to shout back another “Sorry!” before taking the elevator up to his floor.

The elevator pinged as it reached it’s destination and Clark stepped out, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger. As soon as Lois noticed him step out of the elevator she rushed towards him.

“Morning Lo-” He never finished his greeting as she cut him off almost immediately.

“Clark Joseph Kent! How could you not tell me?” Lois all but yelled, punctuating each word by hitting him on the bicep with the rolled up newspaper clutched in her left hand.

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Replacements- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 4 of Alone Together)

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! I really wanted to get this part right and I hated everything I was writing for a while. But I think this is as good as it is going to get for this one. tbh probably not my best but I hope you still enjoy! 

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) 

Originally posted by chablognuf

For the next few days Sirius couldn’t shake his nervousness. He was in a constant state of anxiety, feeling more restless than he ever had on his nights alone. He tried distracting himself by pulling more pranks with the boys, purposefully getting detentions, and even doing his schoolwork on time. Yet, he couldn’t shake this feeling. It wasn’t loneliness, he knew that for sure. It was almost a feeling of dread any time he would think of you.

Come nightfall, the perpetual state of unease increased tenfold. As the two of you laid next to one another, Sirius was no longer at peace. His mind was reeling, clawing its way into a panic. As he held you in his arms, he focused all his energy into remaining calm. The thought of being with you set his stomach in knots, but actually laying next to you made him nauseous.

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Tea-Party

Fic Request: 
“Could you do one where the reader is marks younger sister [ like 7-8] except when she’s busy in her room dark comes out and comes in her room and she sees him and she forces him to play tea party ?” 

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Finally! 
He was free of that wretched whelp’s clutches. 
Dark rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as he sighed free air. 
Mark was clawing at the insides of his head, pulling on the restraints that Dark had placed on the imbecile’s conscious. 
He’ll no doubt get free, Dark will give the worm enough credit in his attempts to gain control. 
But Mark wouldn’t be quick enough. Dark had time to do as he pleased. 
So, where should he begin his day? 
Somewhere in the house, there was a gentle giggle. Dark’s head snapped towards the sound. 
Mark bellowed inside his mind. His voice muffled by Dark’s influence. 
“Interesting,” Dark said as he started towards the noise. “What are you hiding, Mark? Is there something you don’t want me to see?” 
Another small laugh radiated through the house, leading Dark to a room adorn with stuffed toys and brightly colored walls. 
Confusion raked Dark’s mind. Wait, this wasn’t Mark’s house. Where the hell was he?
A little head looked up at Dark from the middle of the room. A small girl was seated by a tiny set of chairs and a table. In those chairs were various stuffed toys, that each had small plates with plastic food on them. 
“Mark!” The girl yelled excitedly. “Come join the tea-party!” 
Dark’s mind whirled. Who was this….imp? 
The girl got up and ran to Dark, grabbing his hand and yanking him into the room. 
Dark felt his other half stiffen in his mind. Fear taking over Mark’s conscious as the girl smiled up at the entity. 
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” She exclaimed cheerfully. 
“What is fun about pretend tea?” That was the only thought that emerged from Dark’s mind. He was just as confused about himself as Mark was. 
The girl giggled, “It’s always fun! You can have has much cake and tea as you want.” 
But then the girl frowned slightly, “Do you prefer coffee?” 
Dark blinked. Why was this goblin still clutching his hand? 
Why wasn’t he doing anything about this goblin clutching his hand?!

Her name is (Y/N)! Mark yelled, his anger giving him enough strength to talk clearly.
The girl, (Y/N), released his hand and looked up at him with wide, worried eyes. 
“Is everything ok?” She asked and Dark felt something twitched in his chest. 
“Uhh, everything is fine.” He found himself saying. “Do you mind telling me where I am?” 
“You’re at Mum’s house, silly.” (Y/N) replied. “Babysitting,” Her voice became bitter at the word and Dark chuckled. 
“Ahh, I understand now.” He said, grinning. “Say, how fast can you run?” 
Mark made a ruckus in Dark’s mind, but the entity shut him out. Smiling warmly as (Y/N) shrugged. “Well, how about we play a game of hide and seek-tag? Where you hide, I find you and have to chase you?” 
It has been a while since he was in any sort of cat-and-mouse game. Dark found the thought very appealing. The child screaming, running as he- 
“No, we’re playing tea-party!” (Y/N) said stubbornly. 
Dark raised as eyebrow, crouching so he was somewhat at eye-level with the dwarf. 
“Oh? And what if I want to play something else?” Dark challenged. 
“Well you can’t,” The girl spat bitterly. “You’re playing with me!” 
Before Dark could utter another word, (Y/N) stomped to her side of the table and plopped down on the carpet. 
She crossed her arms and waited for Dark to move. The entity growled quietly, he didn’t have time for this. 
You’re not going to win, Mark chuckled. That girl can get the whole family to sit and play tea-party with her. When she wants something, she gets it. 

But Dark refused to be pushed around by a child. He stood to his full height, glaring down at the girl with black eyes.
“Like it or not, imp, I’m not going to play tea with your toys.” Dark growled, keeping his voice steady. “Now, get your ass outside before I loose my temper.”
(Y/N) poked her tongue at the entity. “You’re not the boss of me, Mark!”
Dark’s skin bristled and his fists curled into balls.
“I’m not Mark, you filthy rat!” Dark spat.
The girl recoiled under his anger, “M-Mark, what-what happened to your eyes?”
Dark faltered. His anger diminishing as he stared down at the trembling form of the child. Tears were forming and her bottom lip quivered.
Now look what you did! Mark yelled. You made her cry you fuck! I don’t expect much from you, Dark. But you could at least have the decency to not terrify a child! 
Dark grumbled, looking over at the small mirror on the girl’s wall. His eyes were completely black and a slight red glow rimmed his body.
Sighing, he calmed his anger and returned his body to normal. Taking a slow step forward, he sat by the girl’s table.
“I prefer coffee over tea,” Dark said quietly.
(Y/N) sniffled, wiping her tears away and nodding. After a moment, her terror seemed to vanish and her smile was broad, not smug or victorious, just gleefully excited. 
Dark watched as the girl pretended to pour tea into each of the tiny plastic cups around the table. 
She grinned up at Dark, “Do you want biscuits or cake with your coffee?”
Dark’s mind was whirling. Was he seriously sitting at a child’s table being asked if he wanted a fake treat? 
Just accept it and move on, Mark snapped. It’ll be over soon and you can do what you like. Just don’t hurt her. 
“Biscuit,” Dark muttered irritably and (Y/N) placed a plastic biscuit on the plate by his “coffee”. 
“Drink up!” (Y/N) said with a wide smile. She lifted her cup to her lips and pretended to sip on the drink. 
Dark took the tiny saucer and cup in his hand. The small objects sat in the palm of his hand, and when he brought the rim of the cup to his lips, he was sure he’d accidentally swallow it.

Just so you know, I’m never going to let this down. Mark said in his head.  
And Dark softly growled a warning, ignoring the confused gaze from the little goblin opposite him

DannyMay: Ice

Little children screamed in delight.  Teenagers cheered.  Adults cursed left and right. People slipped at every step.

Sam glared at Tucker, who was rolling on the ground clutching his side. “This isn’t funny.”

“No… it’s… hilarious…” Tucker wheezed from his position.

Sam again tried to walk. She slipped and fell, earning more laughter from her watcher. Said watcher earned a punch in the stomach.

Overnight the entire town had been encased in ice. Not snow which would have been somewhat bearable, plain see through, extra slippery ice.

“Where’s Dan.. ny? He must be… after the… after the ghost!” Tucker said, not wheezing from laughter anymore.

“According to Jazz, Danny caused this.” Sam grumbled, “right now he’s trying to figure out how to make it go away.”

“So he let it go?”

“Start singing and I’ll kill you.”

“Just tell him love is the answer.” Tucker said finally standing up.

“You’re pushing it.” Sam glowered.

“I’ll shut up now.” Tucker grinned. That grin soon fell as a thought entered his mind. “We should thankful its ice powers Danny has.”

“What do you mean?”Sam asked, clearly annoyed.

“Imagine if Danny had fire powers.”

Okay. So, I don’t think there are any spoilers in this:

…a giant black spider scuttled out of the airlock, nearly a meter high, a rolled-up blanket clutched in one hairy appendage. Weirdly, disturbingly graceful, it skittered up to Captain Uisine and stopped, turned one of its far too many stalked eyes toward Ingray. No, it wasn’t a spider. It was…something else.

“Um,” said Ingray. “That’s…is that a spider?” She didn’t know why the back of her neck was prickling. She didn’t mind spiders. But this was so large and so unsettling. Its legs were jointed wrong, she realized, and its eyestalks sprouted right out of its blob of a body. There was no waist, no head. And something else was wrong, though she couldn’t quite say why.

“Of course it’s not a spider,” replied Captain Uisine, still frowning at the suspension pod. “You don’t get spiders with half-meter bodies, or two meter leg spans. Or, you know, not unaugmented ones. But this isn’t a spider.” He looked up. “But it’s kind of like a spider, I’ll grant you that. Do you have a problem with spiders, excellency?” The not-spider’s body trembled gelatinously, stretched to become oblong rather than round, and four extra legs slid out, to touch the bay floor. “Does that help?”

Seeing the thing change shape was somehow even more disturbing, but she refused to step back, even though she wanted to. “Not really. And I don’t mind spiders at all. It’s just, this looks so…so organic.” Except in a wrong, squishy, itchy sort of way.

“Well, yes,” said Captain Uisine, standing square and stolid by the open crate. Entirely unbothered by the spidery thing beside him. “A lot of it is. Some people find it unsettling, and apparently you’re one of them, but it’s just a bio-mech…”

I think that’s really all I can give anyone until later! Even this much is making me want to just maybe give you more…but I really can’t.

The Maze Runner: Newt - Drunken Confessions

Prompt: Newt confesses how he feels for you… but what happens when you notice things haven’t changed the next day?

Requested by: @nickey-mouse


You lie in your bed, blinking slowly as the sunlight wakes you and the warmth engulfs you. You smile, remembering the night that just happened, the imaginary music you danced to with the all the Gladers. The sparkling bonfire that glittered the night sky. The way Newt’s eyes clung to you as you danced.

And of course…

His drunken voice spilling over his lips claiming how he feels for you.

You sigh as you roll over, clutching to one of the pillows. It’s as if a dream came true, or something quite close to it. You don’t even know how it could have happened. Would it ever have happened if you didn’t encourage Newt to let loose and drink a little? Was it the alcohol that gave him courage to tell you or… maybe it was just drunken talk?

You sit up in your bed, the covers falling off the side of the bed, doubt overcomes you and suddenly you feel that maybe it might not have even been true after all.

“Y/N!” You hear your Keeper Clint call your name from below, his voice filling your room through the window.  “Get your shank butt down here, we’ve got Slicers to fix up!”

You tumble out of your bed, slipping a clean outfit on before sticking your head out of your window, “Already!?”

Clint laughs, “Unfortunately.”

You slide your feet into a pair of shoes and tie back your hair as you make your way out of the Homestead. You meet up with Jeff and Clint by the shack where your supplies for patching up the Gladers are kept and start on the group of guys, who are of course, Slicers.

“I swear I see you every day,” you mutter over at one kid who’s scarred hands only earn more scars. “Why’d they give you the Slicer job if you keep getting yourself injured?”

He blushes crazily, “It was that or being a Slopper, I practically begged them to give me the Slicer job.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Point taken.”

After a few more kids, you spot a blond head enter the building; a stream of blood covering his right arm. “Bloody garden tools, I tell ya’.”

You walk over to him, almost too shy to even touch him, and bring him over to the first-aid kit. You wash him arm with water and then wipe it down with anti-bacterial wipes so it doesn’t get infected, that’s the last thing anyone would want in this shuck place. “Garden tools attack you again?” Your voice is quiet, and you’re not sure how you’re supposed to act around him after last night. But he doesn’t seem to look or act any different to usual…

“Yep, as always.” He laughs, and notices your unusual quietness but doesn’t say anything. Thankfully.

“Maybe you just can’t handle those tools because you’re still a little drunk from last night?” You joke, a smile on your face.

He laughs, “Yeah, yeah, last night was killer.” And that’s it, that’s all he says. You start to wonder, maybe he’s just joking around with you. It’s such a Newt thing to do, he’s probably just messing with you or trying to get you to say something first.

“Yep.” You’re not going to play his little game, so you just go along with his pretending.

Soon, the bleeding stops completely and you manage to cover the wound. He smiles gratefully and thanks you before he goes back into the Glade; you only watch after him.


Later that night you find yourself thinking about Newt, about what he said over and over. The way he was so shy, and how his voice was very timid. But you can only go about pretending it never even happened for so long, so you find Newt hanging with Thomas and Minho by Gally’s wrestling ring. You want to just go and ask him about it but the other boys are around and you’re not sure if you want them to know or not.

“Ah look, it’s the gal who saved my life!” Newt exclaims, smiling gleefully.

You laugh at his joke, “Barely.”

“You finished working for the day?” Thomas asks, chewing on a leftover bun.

“Yeah, but I’ll be on emergency duty tonight so I have to sleep in the Med-jack building.”

“First night doing that?”

You shake your head, “Third actually, I tried to tell the boys that I could do it more often but… well, I guess they’re just used to the schedule they have.”

“Well they bloody should trust you more with it, no one could fix my bleedin’ arm the way you did, darlin’”, he gives you a wink and you find yourself blushing. He’s still playing this game of his?

A few seconds roll by after you don’t reply, because of your confusion with Newt and this immense sudden feeling of not knowing how to act around him anymore. But the silence is cracked as Minho speaks, “How flattering,” he says with a laugh, and you join in. But it’s awkward, and you find yourself wishing you hadn’t come over here.

“Y/N, can I talk to you a sec?” It’s Newt, and at first you wish it wasn’t him who said it. But you knew sooner or later it would come to this, and finally you feel a little excited. You want to talk about last night, and you’ve been super annoyed all day because it hadn’t happened yet.

You wander off with Newt, walking beside him as you find a quieter, empty place to chat. He stops abruptly, his back to you for a moment as if he’s thinking over things, which makes you nervous. What if he’s going to say that last night was a mistake? What if he’s going to tell you that he never meant what he said?

He pushed your hair out of your eyes, tucking them behind your ear. His slurred voice and happy smiley-face the most adorable thing you’ve seen. “There’s something I want to tell you…”

He turns to face you, “Y/N… You’ve been acting weird. Not completey weird… maybe not even weird, just different.”

“God, you’re beautiful, you know?” He smiles even wider, “I feel so much… I feel happy when you’re around me, Y/N. I love the kind of person you are. You make me feel better, you make me feel as though this place doesn’t even matter. I think I could fall in love with you if you let me.”

“And now I’m worried that I might have… done something to you. Last night? Did something happen? You’ve been quieter and… I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking it, but I do get this vibe as if something’s changed with you. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You take a step back, and a flash of fear crosses his eyes. You blink, unsure what to say at first. “You mean… You don’t… You don’t remember?”

His breath hitches in his throat, “Like I said, if I did anything to you, I am so, so sorry.”

You shake your head, “I… I was so happy when I woke up this morning. But you don’t even remember? You don’t remember what you said to me?”

Newt looks away as he tries to remember, but it only brings on more confusion. He doesn’t remember that he confessed his feelings for you, and its like a stab to the heart. “What did I say?”

You feel your face tighten as you try not to cry in fornt of him but it’s no use, you’ve never been one to keep your tears away. You cover your face out of shame and he comes closer to try and comfort you but you only walk further away.

“What did I say, Y/N?”

You drop your hands from your face, “I can’t believe you! I can’t believe you don’t remember!”

“I was drunk!”

“Then man up next time and tell me how you feel without being intoxicated you damn shank!” Your cheeks blush out of embarrassment and anger, and you wish you could have just forgotten what he said too.

His mouth falls open slightly, and it’s like all the oxygen around the both of you has been cut off. “I… I told you? I really told you?”

You swallow another batch of tears, “Yes you stupid shuck-face, you told me!”

You kiss his little nose, not wanting your first kiss to be a half drunken one, “I think I could fall in love with you too, Newt.

You tell him what he said, and you tell him what you said. But you’re angry; frustrated. The moment you both had last night was the most perfect moment ever, and now it’s been ruined because Newt was too drunk to remember and you had to angrily tell him about it after.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He walks closer to you, and you think about just shoving him away and going to bed or something, but something makes you reconsider. You feel his arms slide around you as he pulls you into a hug. You hug him back and find comfort within his touch.
“What I said was completely true, you know that? I know I was drunk, but what I said is exactly how I feel.”

You laugh into his chest, the urge to cry subsiding. “I’m glad.”

His hands slide to your face as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss; it’s everything you had imagined and more. “I know it would have been better if I told you when I was sober, and I’m so sorry I’m such a shank. I hope you can forgive me?”

You kiss him again, resting your arms around his neck, “Of course, I forgive you.”

This one with lee Yuuri?^^

A/N: alrighty first one of these things, here I go! [send me a screenshot and I’ll insert a tickle scene>:)!]


“Yuuri, tell me everything about you.” Yuuri’s heart skipped a beat when Victor stepped closer, leaning down until he was at his eye level on the floor.

“What kind of rink do you skate at?” Victor’s hand was now gently tilting up his chin, and Yuuri’s insides started to panic. 

“What’s in this city? Do you have someone you like?” Something warm was suddenly holding onto his hand- aaahh Victor’s hand, he was holding his hand!

“Let’s build some trust in our relationship.” Yuuri wasn’t sure if he was mistaking his new coach for being intimate and flirty on their first day, but he barely had the chance to overthink before Victor tugged at the hand he was holding and Yuuri toppled forward. His cheek ended up right against Victor’s warm, bare chest, and as his eyes widened, Yuuri sputtered and squirmend.

“W-wa-whaaa,” he wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say, but he jolted when he suddenly felt Victor feel him up, a gentle hand grabbing his side and squeezing the squishy flesh.

“Also how did you gain these sweet piggy-pounds Yuuri? Last time I saw you-” Victor stopped his coachy lecture about Yuuri’s body and looked down at Yuuri who was sadly making snorty squeaking sounds. He then shook when the first giggles slipped out- nooo Victor couldn’t find out already!

“What’s so funny?” Victor stopped the squeezing of his side, and Yuuri puffed out a huge amount of air in relief. Victor then suddenly grabbed both sides, and Yuuri jerked heavily and barked out a laugh.

“Tickles! Ahah! V-Vict- no!” he laughed, kicking his legs and squirming against him. 

“Ah, ticklish? Now that’s a good start of building some trust in our relationship. Where else are you sensitive Yuuri?” Yuuri tensed up when Victor walked his fingers up his side towards his ribs, squeezing firmly and grazing the sensitive flesh through his shirt.

“EEhehe don’t do thahat!” he protested, feeling both the embarrassment and forced giggles cause this major blush on his face. 

“But what about here?” Victor was going too far in this trust-building thing when he wiggled his hand under his shirt, tickling his bare squishy tummy, and Yuuri lost it with hysterical laughter and uncharming thrashing movements.

“NAahhaa!” Kicking himself free and rolling out of Victor’s clutches, he created some good space in between them as he backed against the wall, far away from him.

“What? Why are you running away?” Victor asked casually. Why? Why?! Because he was tickling him a-and…. Yuuri blushed like crazy, breathing heavily and pulling his shirt down to cover up his tingling body.

“N-no reason..” he mumbled, not feeling like provoking him in tickling him anymore, and he nervously huddled against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and pouting. 

It’s that he had these embarrassing body reactions when being tickled, but Victor holding him close and making him laugh and giggle like that… wasn’t so bad actually. Well then, building a good relationship with his coach… Going great so far.

Uncle Negan : Part Twelve

I T H A S B E E N Y E A R S!

Originally posted by neqns

I AM SOOOOOO GLAD TO BE BACK WRITING UNCLE NEGAN! (you should definitely read part 10-11 before this one)

WANNA CATCH UP? HERES THE MASTER LIST! (smut is coming soon.)

negan x reader / negan x you / negan imagine


Rick rolled on the ground, clutching his leg. You couldn’t tell if his moans were because his leg or the decision he had to make. Closing your eyes, you accepted your predetermined fate. He couldn’t let Mary go with Negan. You wouldn’t do it if you were in Rick’s place, no parent in the right mind would. As your breathing slowly steadied, you straightened yourself within the Saviors grasp. Eventually your eyes met Rick’s, giving him silent approval of what you knew would happen next. As tears welled in his eyes,  he declared his decision.

“M-Mary…I’ll take her. I have to.”

Negan let out a loud sigh, “Well, shit. I think part of me was hoping you’d let me keep this little angel. We make a great team, don’t you think?” He bounced her up and down in his arm a bit, squeezing the last bit of happiness he could out of her. “But hey, if you don’t want this sexy ass on your leash then by all means, I can take her right off of your hands.” He turned to look back at you, “I can’t say goodbye to her for you.” You couldn’t believe he was actually going to let you say goodbye.

Jerking your arms out of the saviors lock, you approached Negan as he placed your daughter in your arms. As you held her you couldn’t help but see her in a way you hadn’t before. She was beautiful. She was harmless. She had Rick’s eyes. She was a sign of hope. Cradling her peanut of a body, you raised her head to your lips placing a kiss that acted as the button that started your tears. Maybe it wasn’t about the fact that you didn’t want her, it was about how you didn’t know you needed her.

Rick attempted to stand as if he were trying to dance on ice. “I’m sorry, I will never stop being sorry. I will never-”

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Negan interjected, denying his right to say goodbye to you. Snatching Mary out of your arms, he crossed to Arat gifting the baby to her. Turning to you, his demands echoed within his voice. “Get up.”

You obeyed, your lungs exhausted from the deep breaths you fought to keep up with as Negan approached you. He paced around your figure, stalking every inch of you before finally stopping behind you. You bathed in his anticipation, waiting for his next move. You slightly shuddered as you suddenly felt the cool touch of leather embrace your shoulders. His infamous jacket was draped around you, still radiating his body heat. As your muscles relaxed, his stubble grazed your shoulder making your neck tense once again. You heard him release a groan, placing his hands on the sides of your arms, slowly gliding them up and down.

“I think,” he almost whispered, “it’s time for you and I to go play a little more house, huh? You liked that shit, didn’t you? Hell, even Mary loved that shit. One big happy family: Mary,” his lips slightly touched your ear, “you,” he turned, piercing Rick’s gaze, who sat silently watching Negan’s puppetry, “and Me.” You craned your neck trying to give yourself more personal space. “But since the little princess is going with her permanent babysitter, Mommy and Daddy will finally get some alone time. Some fucking grown up bonding.” Holding Rick’s attention, he drove the nail into the board, “When we’re done, your ass won’t be able to walk for a week and it won’t be because of fucking childbirth.” You saw Rick daze off into unconsciousness, disintegrating any chance you would’ve had for a goodbye. “Oh you dirty fucking girl, I was talking about the supply runs you’re gonna go on. But your crossed legs tell me you were thinking fucking otherwise.” He chuckled as he began his closing ceremonies. “Well, Alexandria, this has been one hell of a ride tonight. Had some laughs, had some cries, learned some real fucking valuable lessons. Let’s make next time a little more enjoyable.” He turned to you, extending his arm with a smile. “Ready?” You wrapped your fingers around him as if you were selling away your soul. Before you could reach the truck, he turned to to have one final say, “And clean this shit up, will ya? You got three bodies laying around. One’s for sure to be a rotter and Rick might as well be. Don’t want to scare the fucking neighbors away.” Laughing, he led you back to the truck. He opened the door, awaiting your entrance.

“What happened to not holding me against my will.”

Biting his lip, he formed a response, “Well, would you like to leave?”

You glanced back at Rick, who had already disappeared from the street along with the rest of the town. “Yes.”

He leaned in before crossing to the other side of the truck, “Good, because that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”


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How to Cancel Zhang Yixing

You can’t. You just can’t. 

This little munchkin reacted to fan reactions of What U Need. At one point a girl asks “how many times does he want to kill us (with body rolls)?” And Yixing goes on to say, in English, “Twice,” then cough like it’s no big deal. I mean, he wants to kill Xingmis and general Lay fans with body rolls. We no longer have to wonder if he does these hip thrusts and body rolls on purpose to shake us up. He told us he does. And that is why I have to cancel Zhang Yixing out of my life. But it’s physically and emotionally impossible. He’s already snuggled up in a big place in my heart. 

Little MMX things that kill me: when Zero’s looking grumpy or kinda neutral, but then he sees X, and he immediately brightens up and gives X one of his rare smiles

see where it goes // c.h.

Wrote this for a friend for another character but I liked it so much I changed the name and posted it. Let me know what you think and send me requests!! @oddvoices @dude @cliffovevo

Calum asked you out a few days ago. He didn’t tell you where you guys would be going but you’d assumed it was going to be nice, so when he told you to dress casually, you were a little confused.

He showed up at 3:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday. A slight feeling of anxiety washed over you as you approached the door. Checking your hair once more in the mirror by the door, you opened it. He seemed startled by the sudden movement, apparently lost in his own thoughts.

“Hi,” you greeted with a smile.

“Hi,” he responded with a small grin of his own. “Ready?”

You nodded slightly, locking the door on your way out. “Where are we going?” You questioned excitedly.

He just chuckled at your enthusiasm. “It’s a surprise.”

Although the two of you have known each other for ages, the car ride had an almost awkward atmosphere. The two of you were just so nervous for whatever reason and it was driving him mad.

‘What the hell am I doing being nervous?’ Calum thought to himself. ‘It’s not like we haven’t hung out before. Just say something you moron!’

“Do you like hotdogs?” He cringed at his attempt at conversation.

“No, not really a fan.” You replied, trying not to giggle at how uncomfortable he sounded. “Do you?”

“I, uh, I mean they’re all right. I wouldn’t put them above burgers or pizza or anything but I don’t necessarily detest them you know?” He was rambling and you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle.

He relaxed a bit when he heard your laugh. He remembered just who he was going out with right now. It was you! If you didn’t like him, you wouldn’t have said yes.

Conversation flowed easily for the rest of the car ride. When he pulled up to Boomers, you excitedly jumped out of the car. “I love this place!” You shouted.

Calum was so relieved. He was afraid you’d think it was childish or stupid. The fact that you were so excited made him like you even more.

First up was mini golf. He chose the green putter and you the purple.

“I’ll have you know I am master at the hippo hole,” he boasted casually.

“We shall see,” you countered playfully.

When the moment arrived, you found out that Calum wasn’t lying. He scored a hole-in-one at the hippo hole and three others, leaving you completely in the dust.

“I never knew how sad your social life is until I considered your work schedule and then watched you play mini golf,” you remarked.

“You’re just jealous because I dominate you,” he teased, standing directly in front of you.

You raised an eyebrow at his words, hinting at the innuendo. He blushed from his cheeks down to his neck and chuckled nervously, backing away slowly.

“Sorry I meant-” his words were cut off when he tripped over the edge of the sidewalk and landed square in the bushes surrounding the course.

You burst out laughing, unable to contain how fantastically hilarious the situation was. “You’re such a dork,” you tried to contain your laughed as you helped him stand back up.

“Let’s keep moving,” was all he said, although he still had a smile on his face.

After finishing mini golf, you guys made your way over to the go kart track. As you buckled in, you turned to Calum.

“Prepare to eat my dust,” you shouted from your car.

“I’d love to see you try!” He retorted, revving his engine.

The race had started and he could only watch as you totally obliterated him on the track. When the race was over, you approached him with a smug grin.

“Who’s dominating now?” You winked at him, causing him to blush yet again.

Quickly, you guys retired to the food court, sharing a pizza and a couple of drinks.

He seemed to be a little jumpy, he had been all day, and as much as he was trying to hide it, you noticed.

“I’m having a really great time Cal, I hope you know.” You placed you hand over his.

He tended a little and then sighed, slouching a little and turning towards you. “I just really like you and I don’t want to mess up my chance with you because you are absolutely perfect and I’m just not.”

You rolled your eyes and clutched the front of his tee shirt, pulling him in and connecting your lips in a brief kiss.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re not messing up anything. I really like being with you because your personality matches mine. We work well together and frankly I’m excited to see where this goes.” You grinned at him

He sat stunned for a moment before smiling and quickly kissing you again. “Yeah, me too.”

amandasinedahl  asked:

Plsss write somthing jily where they just a few week until fall in love its on a break and lily its home and there is a family party but sudenly lillys mom call to lilly that a boy who has messy black hair ask for her. But its a fam. Party so youknow

Thanks for the prompt, hope this one shot is to your liking! ^_^

Just Smile and Mingle

Family parties were always an awkward ordeal – cosying and catching up with people you had little else in common besides blood.

But, Lily Evans thought wryly to herself, it certainly didn’t help being a witch and having to keep nearly everything about your life a secret from your Muggle relatives under the penalty of law.

It made her smile all the more fixed, her small talk all the more stilted, the lies covering up this whole other magical part of her life tasting foul on her tongue, necessary as they were.

At the moment, Lily was stuck answering her second cousin’s polite enquiries and hating every second.

Petunia, on the other hand, was positively glowing, pressed into her dear Vernon’s side, making rounds to introduce her boyfriend to everyone.

Lily escaped her second cousin’s clutches and rolled her eyes, but almost bumped right into her cousin’s wife – Violet? Vivian? Valerie? Something along those lines – and fixed an empty smile right back onto her face and said hi.

Their small back garden offered no hiding places, and Lily cast a longing look at the house. 

Where was her mother? She’d be out soon, Lily hoped. If she had to play hostess for much longer her head would explode. Petunia might’ve been right in her element but Lily so wasn’t.

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