slamming my head against a wall

Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. Backhand my muse.
002. Stab my muse. 
003. Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin.
004. Hit my muse with a blunt object. 
005. Throw something large at my muse. 
006. Kick my muse.
007. Punch my muse.
008. Break one of my muse’s bones.
009. Scratch my muse.
010. Headbutt my muse.
011. Shoot my muse.
012. Knock my muse out.
013. Strangle my muse.
014. Push my muse roughly.
015. Grab my muse by the hair.
016. Bruise my muse.
017. Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 
018. Go to harm my muse’s eyes.
019. Bite my muse.
020. Tear away parts of my muse’s skin.
021. — Force my muse’s head under water.
022. Throw something scalding at my muse.
023. Burn my muse.
024. Step on my muse’s fingers.
025. Rip one of my muse’s teeth out.
026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ).
027. — Clothesline my muse.
028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 
029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle.
030. — Electrocute my muse.
031. — Slam my muse against a wall.
032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back.
033. — Kick my muse’s crotch.
034. — Trip my muse.
035. — Put my muse in a headlock.
036. — Break my muse’s nose.
037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat.
038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall.
039. — Attempt to kill my muse.
040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Mardi Gras shenanigans. It’s porn, plot is optional.

Word Count:1,976

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Dirty Talk, Oral (MR)

A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)

“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”

Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.

Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.

Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.

Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.

“Looking for someone?”

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Bubble Bath with Negan

For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉

Summary: Negan has been stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex.

Characters: Negan & You

Words: 1977

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Living at the sanctuary was usually great. Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.

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Just Another Bucky Smut

Summary: Just a Bucky x Reader smut. There really isn’t much of a story, it’s mostly smut.

Warnings: Dom!(ish)andJealous!Bucky, smut

A/N: My brother walked in and saw me writing this and just sighed so I hope you enjoy the second hand embarrassment that comes with my life.

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Replaceable pt. 2?!

Lance knew that he was pushing it. He was slowly edging to the line, but he couldn’t stop. The team was having a meeting, something about forming an alliance with another planet. Lance wasn’t really listening. After the “talk” with Coran, he just felt worse. It was as if he couldn’t control his emotions or actions. He was on auto-pilot. So instead of paying attention to Allura, he was picking on Keith. “Honestly Keith, why did you choose THAT to be your hairstyle?” “Just to let you know Mullet, you were only the top of the class because I wasn’t giving it 100%. I could fly circles around you if I wanted.” “Please tell me your were forced to have a mullet. Or is it just a terrible sense of fashion? In that case, lemme help you. I’ll make you look ~out if this world.~” With any indication of how red Keith was turning, he knew that he was pushing it. But he couldn’t stop. With the alliance and the whole defenders-of-the-universe thing, the team had gotten stressed out, so Lance, as usual, swallowed his own feelings and did the one thing he felt confident in knowing he could do for his team: make them laugh and forget about their own problems. But this time, it didn’t work out that way. Lance was becoming desperate. Why weren’t they laughing? He could always make them laugh. Maybe just one more joke could do the trick, just relieve the stress and tension in the air. Lance cleared his throat. “Hey, Keith. What do-” Keith slammed a fist on the table, cutting him off. Keith stood up stiffly and turned toward Lance, face red with anger and eyes dark. Keith slowly raised a finger, pointing it in Lance’s face. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” He said dangerously. But he wasn’t done there, oh no. He had just begun. “Lance, for once in your damn life, will you take something seriously? This alliance is important for us, for Voltron, for the UNIVERSE, and here you are not paying attention, acting like an idiot! Are you trying to be funny? Well, you’re not!! You’re being annoying, and right now, you’re just being a nuisance!” Lance tensed at his words, his breathing becoming shallow. But Keith’s anger wasn’t finished. “You are supposed to be the pilot of the Blue Lion, apart of Voltron, and yet you can’t focus during one meeting?! A true Paladin would take these things seriously and pay attention! But here you are, acting as if thousands of lives are not in your hands. Do you not care about any of them? Care about any of us? Obviously not, because all you care about is making sure you’re the center of attention and getting a few laughs.” Keith narrowed his eyes and stepped into Lance’s space. “I thought I could trust you to take these things seriously, but obviously I misjudged you. You’re just an selfish, immature kid who only cares about himself. You’ll never be a true Paladin of Voltron, you are just, and all you’re every going to be, is a cargo pilot!” Keith spat at him. The silence after was deafening. Lance couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Coran shattered the silence. “Lance, my boy?” That’s what broke him. Lance felt himself go hot, vision blurring. A sense of déjà vu washed over him and he turned and ran to his room. As Lance slammed his door, he pressed his back against the wall and slid to the floor. Sobs rocked throughout his body. He hugged himself tight, as if trying to hold himself together, but it wasn’t working. He was falling apart. Choking on gasps, Lance braced his hands on the floor, trying to ground himself and get a hold of reality. He tried to calm down, but Keith’s words pounded in his head. Cargo pilot, nuisance, selfish, annoying. The words repeated themselves, growing louder and louder in Lance’s head. His hands pressed against his head, gripping fist-fulls of his hair. He was hyperventilating, but he couldn’t calm down, his body wouldn’t let him. He was stuck there on the floor, drowning in himself. The tears came faster, becoming an endless stream down his face. He worried his lip between his teeth in attempt to quieten his breaths. He could taste blood. His ears began to ring, and the the edges of his vision turned black. He was going to pass out. Lance crawled to his bed and dragged himself up. With his face buried in the pillow, Lance finally gave into the darkness and welcomed the calm nothingness.

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 |

Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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Toxic (One Shot)

A/N: Happy Bisexual Pride Day, guys! I’m super sorry for the lateness of this hehe. I’m going to post a fic for each individual day this month, starting with this one and I’m excited as heck. :D I hope you guys like it! *throws glitter into air*. 🌈 ❤️ (The fic was inspired by this song, by the way ;)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: M/F/F. Bisexual!Reader. Sex (Obviously lol). Daddy kink. Natasha is the perfect mistress! Bucky is the ultimate daddy ;) Threesomes. There’s a sex gif as well so beware lol. 

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 10

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Originally posted by snugglysoju

“Is he my son, Y/N?”

Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.

“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”

Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”

Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”

You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.

“How could you?”

Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.

“I.. I had to.”

Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”

“Jimin, listen-”

“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”

“Please, listen to me-”

“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”

“I could’ve died, Jimin!”

Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.

“W-What do you mean?”

↳ Flashback: Three years ago..

“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”

Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”

Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.

“But there is still a problem..”

When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”

Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”

Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”

“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”

In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.

“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”

Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”

Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.

Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.

“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”

↳ End of Flashback

“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”

Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.

“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”

“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”

Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”

When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.

Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”

Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”

Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”

Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.

“Jagiya, I’m home!”

A/N: Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3

shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

Dan hated him. He officially hated Phil Lester, seriously. 

Apparently he hadn’t been lying when he had said he would see Dan next Sunday. Because, in fact, it was Sunday, and there he was. Across the church, staring at him like he wanted to eat him. 

Dan fidgeted in his seat on the wooden bench, glancing at him and quickly looking away. He could feel himself sweating, and he was fairly certain his hands were shaking. He sat on them. 

He didn’t know much about why Phil even attended their church; he was clearly the opposite of religious; but he knew it had something to do with his probation. He had heard he had spent some time in juvie, but that had to be a rumor. Right…?

He glanced at him again, and instantly regretted it. Phil was still looking at him, his eyes flashing, a smirk tugging at his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew exactly how he was fucking driving Dan crazy. And all just by looking at him. 

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Originally posted by knfie-edge

Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)

- Head Honcho ~ Zoe

“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.

“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.

“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.

“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.

“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.

“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”

“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.

“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”

Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.

He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;

“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.

“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.

"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling. 

He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips

“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.

“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.

“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.

You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.

“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”

Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.

“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.

A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.

“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence

“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.

“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.

You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.

You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”

“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”

“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.

“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.

You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.

“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”

“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.

“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.

“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.

“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.

“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” You both nod.

“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.

“Bye, Dad.” You wave.

“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.

“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.

“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.

You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.

“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”

“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.

From The Prompt List~ One

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “5 Anti and fem!reader”

Fandom: JackSepticEye

Pairing: Antisepticeye/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Violence

A/N: The prompt is~ “Teach me to fight.”… Enjoy!

Originally posted by brittany-san

   (Y/N) shoved the door open, throwing her bag onto the couch. She stomped through the house, slamming things as she worked in the kitchen. Angry was an understatement and Anti knew this as he ventured into the kitchen. He leaned against the archway and watched, in amusement, as she shoved things around huffing angrily when things knocked over.

“Bad day?” Anti chuckled as she knocked the tea leaves over.

“Bite me.” she snapped at him, grabbing the broom to sweep up the mess. Anti’s grinned widened, raising an eyebrow at the suggestion, thus causing (Y/N)’s glare to harden.

“That can be arranged, Doll.” Anti purred, going to wrap his arms around her waist. (Y/N) slammed her palms against the countertop, surprising Anti.

“I am so sick of perverts!” (Y/N) growled pushing back to get Anti off of her. She turned to face said entity, a look of determination set in her expression. “This is the fifth time someone has tried to get with me. I’m done with it, the next person who touches me is going to get body slammed.”

“Doll, you can barely move the coffee table without help. There is no way you are going to body slam a grown man… But if you send them my way…” Anti’s voice dropped at the end of his sentence, not liking the fact that people were trying to get with (Y/N).

“Teach me to fight.” (Y/N) stated, trying to leave no room for protesting. Anti scoffed and shook his head, following the human as she went to the living room.

“Absolutely not, Doll.”

“I wasn’t asking.” she grunted as she attempted to push their couch to the wall. Anti rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him.

“I wasn’t debating, either, Dollface. I’m not going to teach you to fight, you got me, you don’t need to learn.” Anti stared directly into her eyes, as if he were trying to read her mind; trying to transfer his thoughts into her brain and make her obey him.

“Anti.” (Y/N) said, her tone turning sour as she glared up at him. She never liked his mind games. “Please. I want to know how to defend myself. I don’t want to depend on you.” she took the sweet route, but the gears in her mind were turning.

“I want you to depend on me, Doll. Yo-” Anti started, but was cut off by a soft fist hitting the side of his face. The room fell silent and Anti let out a small growl.

“Teach. Me.” (Y/N) hissed, bringing her other fist up, trying to connect it to his face. The air turned heavy as Anti dodged the hit, ducking around her and grabbing her wrists.

“Doll.” Anti’s body glitched against hers. (Y/N) struggled in his grasp, her right foot coming down on his. The lights from the ceiling fan burst as (Y/N) landed a punch to his stomach. Anti grunted, side stepping her next swing and pushing up against her, shoving her into the floor. He stood over her, anger written across his face. (Y/N) stood, crouching into a fighting positions, as Anti shoved the couch back against the wall.

“That all you got?”

“You have no idea, Doll.”

Want it? | Draco Malfoy x Trans!Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Draco, Masturbation, Choking, NSFW gifs

Words: 1954

(Y/N) POV:

To say I was a hot topic around Hogwarts was quite the understatement. Ever since my second year when word got around that the guy from the muggle family actually had a vagina! Apparently the pure-bloods had never had any experience with such a thing. Most called it muggle magic and they all practically tripped over themselves to ask me questions. Eventually they died down as all things do, until I returned my fifth year having gone through top surgery. That brought on its own wave of questions.

Draco Malfoy was no different. At first, when he discovered my identity he called it ‘revolting’ and 'unnatural.’ Although, he too came around in our fifth year and we dove into a friendship neither of us expected. Nothing had prepared me for him as the same could be said from him about me. Being hormonal teenagers, there was always a tension between us. It wasn’t until the middle of our sixth year that he relieve it.


“Draco!” I whined softly, he had just dragged me out of the common room and was pulling me hastily down to some empty corridor.

“Where are we going?!” He let out a growl and mumbled something about me needing to shut up. He stopped abruptly, gripping my hand tighter as he glanced around quickly. His hand were on my hips for mere seconds to place me firmly against the wall.

He slammed his hands on the wall on the sides of my head, breathing heavy with a look of irritation painted on his face.

“Do you have any idea? The things you do to me?” He whispered softly, his lips curling in anger as he breathed softly into my ear. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat before uttering weakly, “I-I don’t understa–”

“ALWAYS!” He spoke louder now, his body nearing mine, but keeping a space between us in a teasing way. He softened as he saw the clear fear in my eyes, he dropped his hands to grip the sides of my shoulders, squeezing softly as he leaned into my ear again.

“The way you sound, your walk, bloody hell even your scent! You drive me absolutely mad. I want to ravage you, mold this pretty little body to fit against my own.”

I let out a soft whimper, feeling heat rush not only to my cheeks but between my legs as well. Before I could manage to stutter something in response Draco spoke again.

“You are the brightest part of my life and would like to propose you be my boyfriend, (Y/N). Would you accept?” He pulled away from my ear, watching my face contently as he drug his fingertips lightly down my arms.

“Uh..y-yea, I mean, yes. I-I would accept.”

He smirked in approval, “That’s my boy.”

His hands met my hips and his lips crashed against my own. He let out a soft hiss as his tight pants gained the smallest amounts of friction from my hips.

“Just one thing, love.” He said softly, “I am not a very 'publicly affectionate’ man and I don’t want you to expect anything else.” He was stern now, waiting until I nodded before reuniting our lips.


On that night, I hadn’t realized that 'not being publicly affectionate’ meant not telling anyone about our relationship. Of course I was hurt, who wouldn’t be? He never told me why, he merely said it was not the time to introduce a new relationship to everyone. I had spend may hours contemplating what exactly could be his reason, not my bloodline, as even though I was raised by muggles, I was a pure-blood. I’d first thought it was the fact I was a male, but it’s been over a year and he seems quite comfortable in his own skin.

Tonight, some Ravenclaw girl had managed to get the Room of Requirements to have a nice set up for a party. Rumor has it that some kids had snuck in firewhisky and vodka, which most were excited to try as they’d never had muggle alcohol. Of course I was going, Draco and I already had yet another continuous fight about finally telling people we’re together. I was tired of Pansy throwing herself on him, literally.  She’d let out small giggles when he’d crack jokes, dragging her fingertips on his arms. She’d always whisper in his ear or hook her arm in his as they walked. Malfoy of course never had a feeling for her, but still pitied her school girl crush. He let her do as she pleased, actually working as a nice cover.

Every time I saw her hands on him I felt my cheeks grow red with anger and Draco would always shoot me his ’I’m sorry, baby’ look and make it up to me later. Tonight was for me, a night to get drunk, dance to something, and crash. The party wasn’t for hours and well, being a seventeen year old boy, I was horny. But there was no way I was going to be the first to run back to Draco to get satisfaction. I knew he’d be aching as much as I am as we haven’t had sex in a solid two weeks. As we were both stubborn as hell, we both weren’t going to be the first to apologize. I walked up to the empty dormitory and did as I knew best, masturbate, but be sure Draco walks in on me.

It wasn’t a hard game. He could practically smell my arousal a mile away, much less sense when I’m pleasuring myself. I was slow, setting up nicely, I’d do one of Draco’s favorites. He loved to see me touching myself on his bed, don’t ask why, but I’m certainly not complaining. The scent of him surrounding me was euphoric.

I undresses slowly, settling down on his bed. I lowered myself down on the bed softly, teasingly, there was no fun in masturbation if you don’t take your time. Within minutes I was struggling to keep myself quiet as I sunk my fingers into myself.

“A-Ah! Draco! Fuck!” I moaned softly, circling my hips downward softly. My eyes were knitted closed as I felt the pleasure begin to build, my body beginning to become more desperate, more sensitive as I thought of my white-haired lover.

“And what do you think you’re doing, baby boy?” Draco snarled, leaning against the door frame, trying to keep a stern look on his lust painted face. “If you need something, you’re supposed to come to me, kitten.”

I glared at him, still standing my ground, “Oh? Last time I checked you don’t want to help me with anything. You’re too busy helping Pansy.”

His jaw clenched as he inhaled sharply though his nose. “Get dressed,” he spoke low through closed teeth, “the party starts in ten minutes. I’ll see you there.” He stormed out of the room, leaving me alone, naked, and much more upset that I was at the beginning of my endeavor.

I dressed quickly, not bothering to finish myself off. I’d do it later when I was drunk and lonely. I walked to the Room of Requirements and entered to what seemed like a muggle club. The lights were low and muggle music was playing, a few dark booths were on one side of the room, a large space for dancing on the other. There was a bar in the back and I rushed there quickly. I ordered a glass of firewhisky and began wandering the neon-lit room for a familiar face. Malfoy was in the corner near the dance floor, Pansy already leaning on him in a fake drunken state.

I growled softly, glaring at her pathetic attempts to seduce him. I grabbed some fifth year Hufflepuff I had spoken to a few times and dragged him onto the dance floor as a song began. The beat was dark and playful, a song meant for couples to grind to. I pulled the young boy against me, pressing the tip of his nose against my own. Poor kid didn’t know what hit him. He was flushed and turned on by my teasing and I’ll admit I was using him, making sure I caught Draco’s eye before I grabbed the kid’s tie and rolled my hips against him. I locked eyes with Draco and let out a fake moan. His eyebrows furrows and I could practically hear the growl that left his scowling lips.

Draco whispered something to Pansy, grazing her hip softly with her hand before heading my way. As he neared, he glared at me angrily, he grabbed my arm with a rough grip and dragged me with him back to our common room. He gripped my wrist tightly as he rushed up to the dormitories, shoving me down on his bed with a snarl.

He climbed over top me, placing a hand lightly on my throat, leaning down, coating his lips with his own saliva. “You want people to know? Want them to know you’re mine. Fine. Then I’ll let them know.”

He kept his hand firm on my throat as he sunk his teeth into the underside of my jaw, causing me to whine softly. His other hand was roughly pulling my pants down, not wasting any time to strip me completely.

I slid my hand down to cup his hip, raking my fingers along the material of his shirt, dragging it up his torso. His hands came down to push my hands away from his body, shaking his head with a smirk.

“Mmm,” I whined softly, “Draco, please!” His fingers slid down to my wet pussy, trailing softly along the slick surface, just leaving the ghost of pleasure, letting out a breathy laugh at my whines and desperate moves.

He brought his wet fingertip up to drag my bottom lip down, softly.

“You want it? Want me to fuck you so hard the whole school knows you’re mine?” I nodded frantically, reaching up to try and meet his lips with my own. His hand met my throat again, applying a light pressure to the sides. He slid his pants low on his hips and slammed himself into my tight hole, letting out a groan as he endured the warm, tight feeling of me around him.

Draco wasted no time slamming into me at a fast, hard pace. With each thrust I sound myself being pushed deeper into the mattress, I wrapped my small hand around the forearm that gripped my throat. Large moans bubbled out of both of us as our pleasure pushed us closer to the edge of the cliff of climax we both wanted to dive off of.

All of sudden I heard the sound of Pansy’s fake drunken voice, “H-heyy, Drac– BLOODY HELL!” I expected Draco to stop his thrusts, instead he looked over his shoulder, laughing softly before pushing my legs farther apart, burying himself to the hilt into me. I tried to push him away, show a shred of respect to Pansy, but it was a failed attempt, Draco just pinched my clit hard.

“Get the hell out, Pansy!” He roared softly. The door slammed shut just as I felt myself begin to gush onto my lover’s cock.

“O-oh! That’s it, Draco! Fuck!” He thrusted harder until he reached his own climax, collapsing next to me and pressing my body flush against his own.

“You wanted everyone to know? Well, Pansy happens to be a loud mouth and I may have told her to meet me up here, love. Pathetic girl never saw it coming.” He whispered softly, nuzzling into my neck.

I let out a small giggle, “I love you.”

“As I love you, baby boy.”

BTS Reacts To You Having Cute  Moans

Originally posted by imonaworldtour


You were curled up in a ball with your favorite blanket. It was so warm and  when it covered your body you couldn’t help but to let out a moan.

Suga turned around and looked at you with such a stern disappointment look. 

“You can’t do that to me jagi, you know I can’t control myself when you moan.”

Originally posted by jjilljj


You were eating diner that your boyfriend made. 

You took a bite of the meat and when you tasted the s easoning you moaned.

“Mhmm Oppa!” 

Jin set his chopsticks down and stood up, “Come on jagi. Lets have desert, it’s up stairs.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster


You leaned against the wall in the dance room. 

You were breathing heavy and little moans escaped from your lips.

J looked at you with lust, your body was sweaty and the way you sounded was just too much to pass up on.

“Yah jagiya! Come here. Let me show you some stretches.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia


You were sitting down in front of the TV playing Call of Duty.

You kept getting shot by the same person and it made you so angry.

“Yah! Oppa, I can’t do it! It’s too hard!” You moaned out.

Tae looked at you from the doorframe, “It is. Come fix it baby girl.”

Originally posted by grape-joon


The hot water from the shower rolled down your body.

Jungkook walked passed the bathroom and heard you moaning, he bit his lip and threw his head back, “Fuck.”

He opened the door and leaned against the wall, “Jagi, do you my help?”

Originally posted by chimcheroo


He looked down at your sleeping form when he heard your moan. 

Lust clouded his eyes as he continued to watch you arch your back and moan a little louder.

He crawled on top of of you and whispered in your ear, “Are you dreaming about me, baby girl?”

Originally posted by cyyphr

Rap Monster: This gif has nothing to do with it but I had to use it because he is so sexy.

You slammed your hand down on the desk, you just couldn’t get this beat right no matter what.

Namjoon walked up behind you and started to rub your shoulders. 

You let your head fall back and let a few moans come from you mouth.

He looked down at you and kissed you, whispering in your ear, “You know what those pretty little moans do to me.”

More than you can handle

Originally posted by mona-stay

A/N: The reader is legal age (18/19).


You and FP always had this love/hate relationship but when he saw you walking in with Archie Andrews, the sheriff’s kid, Moose Mason and Joaquin he was feeling more hate than love.

You all walked over to the pool table as Joaquin lined up the balls. Some Southside Serpents were looking you up and down but you paid them no mind. All that was on your mind was a certain leader named FP Jones.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Archie said tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah?” I questioned as I turned back to Archie.

“It’s your turn,” I glanced over my shoulder to see FP standing on the top of stairs with his eyes on me. I smirked to myself as I put on Archie’s shoulder.

“Would you mind showing me what to do?” I questioned with an innocent look as Archie began to blush uncontrollably as he nodded his head and positioned himself behind me. I intentionally pressed my backside against Archie as he began to stutter. As Arch explained how to shoot, Moose tapped on his shoulder as Archie and I stood.

“I think that’s one of them,” Moose explained as he pointed at on of the Southside Serpents. Archie nodded his head along to what Moose said as he began to walk over.

“Oh shit,” I heard Kevin call as Archie pulled on the older man’s shoulder.

“Hey,” The man turned around looking as shocked as we did at Archie’s sudden bravery as he quickly changed it to anger and annoyance.

“What? You got a death wish?” The older biker said as Joaquin told Archie to back off. Archie ignored Joaquin as he began interrogating the man.

“You like beating up teenagers?” Archie questioned as the biker’s face filled with rage. The man pushed Archie as Archie pushed back as the biker threw Archie on the pool table as I stared in shock.

“Archie!” I yelled as the man raised his fist but before he could throw any punches a familiar voice boomed from the top of the stairs.

“Hey!” The man instantly stopped what he was doing to look up and see FP looking furious. “That’s enough Mustang. Let em’ go,” FP said as Mustang released his grip on Archie as I walked over to him and helped him up.

“Are you okay?” I whispered to him as Archie nodded his head in response as FP spoke again.

“I’ll take care of them,” He said as he stood in front of Archie and I. I stared FP down as he did the same. “Alright, let’s go,” FP said as he pointed behind us. I took a hold of Archie’s arm as I noticed a flash of jealousy come across FP’s face as we headed out. We reached the door as Moose and Kevin went on ahead as FP called out to Archie and I. “Not you Red,” FP said as Archie and I sighed.

“What?” Archie questioned annoyed as we turned back to face him.

“I called your dad. I’m not having you start fights and snoop on the wrong side.” Archie sighed as his dad’s truck pulled up behind us.

“Come on, Archie.” Archie sighed as he turned back to face his dad.

“Come on, (Y/N). We’ll give you a ride home.” I smiled as I went to answer as FP spoke for me.

“No, that’s fine. I’ll get her home safely,” FP said as Archie gave him an annoyed look before looking back at me.

“Thanks for the offer Archie. I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Archie’s neck as he did with my waist as he pulled me into a hug. “See you later, Mr. Andrews,” I said as I waved at Archie’s dad.

“Here,” Archie said as he handed me his letterman jacket.

“Arch, I can’t,” I said as Archie smiled.

“It’s okay, I can get it tomorrow. I don’t want you to freeze.” Archie said as I smiled and thanked him. Archie began to head over to his dad’s truck.  I watched as Archie and his dad drove off down the road as I turned back to FP to only find him staring back at me.

“What?” I said annoyed.

“What was that?” FP questioned as he narrowed his eyes down at me.

“What was what?”

“That hug with the Andrews kid,” FP said as the hint of jealousy laced his tone.

“What? We’re just friends. It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything. I can hug who I want when I want,” I scoffed as I turned and began to walk away.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” FP questioned as he followed me down the road as I continued walking.

“As far away from you as I can get,” I said as I heard FP growl and his hand take a hold of my wrist as he flipped me around and pinned me up against the brick wall.

“The hell you are!” FP said as I felt his hot breath on my face.

“Let go of me,” I said as FP smirked.”

“If you want me to stop then just say so and I will,” I stayed quiet as FP smirked again as he chuckled. “That’s what I thought,” FP said as he pressed his lips against mine as I kissed him back. I smiled into the kiss as FP’s hands moved from my wrists to my waist. We broke away from the kiss as FP began kissing my neck.

“Mmm, FP,” I moaned as he smirked into my neck as he began to suck my sweet spot. FP pulled away from my neck as I whimpered.

“Let’s go back to my place,” FP said as I nodded my head. FP began to head back over to his truck as I followed closely behind. FP opened the door for me as I climbed in. He closed the door behind me as he walked to the other side and climbed in as he started the truck with a smirk before pulling off and heading in.

Soon enough, we arrived in the trailer park as FP pulled in front of his trailer as we climbed out. I smiled as I felt FP’s lips reconnect to my neck as his hands roamed my body. I decided to tease him as I walked away from his embrace.

“Thanks for the ride but I think I can make it back to my place from here,” I said as I began to walk down the sidewalk as I heard FP sigh as he began to walk behind me.

“Do you think I’m just going to let you go that easily?” I smirked as I nodded my head.

“I do actually, what are you going to do about it?” I questioned as I could see lust begin to cloud over his eyes.

“This,” FP said as he lifted me up and walked me to the back of his trailer where we wouldn’t be seen. FP slammed my back against the trailer as he pressed his lips roughly back to mine. I moaned into the kiss as he took this as an advantage to slide his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, he won. We broke the kiss as he moved his lips to my neck as he laid me back onto the ground. I pushed at his jacket as he slid it off and laid it on the ground. He slid his hands under my top as he began to massage my boob.

“Fuck FP,” I moaned as he chuckled against my neck. “Fuck the foreplay,” I said as FP pulled away from sucking my sweet spot on my neck as I smiled.

“Fine but first,” FP began as he pushed Archie’s jacket off my shoulders before throwing it behind him. “Get rid of this shit,” He said as I rolled my eyes.

“You always were a jealous dick,” I said as FP undid his belt before doing the same with his pants and pushing them down.

“And don’t you forget it,” I smiled as he leaned down a bit and tapped on the back of my thighs. “Jump,” I did as he said as he stopped from going any further.

“You’re on the pill, right?” I nodded my head as he slid my skirt up to my waist before moving my underwear to the side as he moved the head of his cock in between my folds, instantly wetting the tip of his cock before sliding into me. I gripped his shoulders as he let me adjust to him.

“Mmm, FP… Move,” I whispered into his ear as he began to thrust slowly at first before beginning to pick up his pace. “Fuck FP, harder!” I moaned aloud as he slammed my hips against the trailer as he began to pound into me. I clung to his shoulders as FP reconnected our lips into a rough sloppy kiss. I felt my orgasm begin to near as I broke our kiss.

“FP, I’m close,” I moaned as I felt FP reach between us and began to massage my clit.

“Ohhh… YES! FP, I-I’M… C-COMING!” I screamed out as FP slammed into me one more time as my walls tightened around his cock.

“F-fuck,” FP groaned into my ear. FP leaned his head onto my shoulder as he began to remove himself out of me as he slid my skirt back down.

“Ahh, you were alright,” I said with a smile as FP shot me a look. I giggled as FP began to fix himself back up as I spoke again. “I’m kidding,” FP smiled at me as I walked over to where he had thrown Archie’s jacket before sliding it back on. “Well, I guess I should be going,” I said as I began walking past FP.

“Hey, wait,” FP said as I stopped and turned around. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? I can drive you home in the morning to get changed and then to school,” I smiled at FP.

“That sounds great,” I said as FP looked down and smiled.

“But only on one condition,” I looked at FP confused as he continued. “You exchange that,” He began pointing at Archie’s jacket. “For this,” He said as he held up his Southside Serpent jacket. I smiled at him before nodding my head and sliding off Archie’s jacket and putting FP’s on. FP smiled as he grabbed my hand and spoke up. “Come on, let’s go home,” He said as we headed into his trailer.


Tonight’s progress on the first year bald eagle illustration. Lots of work to do on the head and feet, as well as cleaning some edges and finessing some shadows/layer merging. Fresh eyes tomorrow will help with that!

Leggings L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

warning: smut ;) ;)

word count: 1800+

summary: y/n wears super tight leggings out and Luke can’t help but get horny and drag her home to fuck.

requested?: yes, I hope you like it Anon! I actually loved writing this so much, I got it done in a day which is a lot quicker than some of my other smuts. I can be working on one for a week sometimes but I loved this concept so much, and I promised that it would be up today so here you go :) Don’t forget requests are open and I respond to all !

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“Luke you’ve been staring at my ass since we left the house, can you stop?” I asked, looking up at Luke with a hint of a smile. He smirked and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me into him.

“but you look so hot in those leggings, mmh your ass” he hummed, creeping his hands down to squeeze my bum. I squealed and slapped his hands away before grabbing the shopping trolley and walking in front of Luke. My cheeks flushed as I passed an old lady who had seen the whole encounter, averting eye contact.

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You Lost Me

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 647

Masterlist |Ask

Originally posted by theseoks

“Taehyung, let’s end this relationship.”

Feeling how Taehyung’s body stiffened at your words, you backed away from his hug he gave you the minute he stepped into your house. “W-What?! W-Why?!”

Shrugging slightly, you answered. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Beautiful, you know that I love you, you can tell me anythin-”

Laughing sarcastically, you asked? “So, how is she?”

You watched how Taehyung’s head shot up at the mention of his secret girlfriend, his eyes wide open and confusion plastered all over his pale face. “H-How do you k-know?”

Another laugh escaped your mouth. Was he really that stupid?

“Do you really think I’m that stupid? Do you really think I didn’t notice your late night calls? Or the way you sneak out at night whenever you think I’m asleep? Are you really that dumb, Taehyung?”

Taehyung didn’t know if he winced at your words or at mention of his full name coming out of your mouth. You never called him Taehyung unless you were really angry or upset.

“Y/N, look-”

You held your hand up, making him stop immediately. “I don’t want to hear anything. Just pack your stuff and get out of my house. And make sure to never show your face to me ever again.”

Your words felt like a stab to Taehyung’s heart, making him reach out for your hands immediately. “Y/N, please-”

Before he had the chance to wrap his hands around yours, you backed away from him and hissed. “Don’t you dare touch me. I don’t want to feel your dirty hands on my body.”

The disgusted look you gave Taehyung made him freeze on his spot, your once sweet and loving look whenever you saw him now long gone.

“Go to her, Taehyung. You’re just a waste of my time.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched at your choice of words. He looked at your emotionless face, trying to find an emotion that showed that you were hurt or broken because of him. Instead, his eyes were locked with your hollow ones, making him realize that he was the reason for the hollowness.

Averting his eyes, he only managed to mumble. “I’m really sorry, Y/N-ah..”

“I bet you are, Cheater.”

“Y/N, please don’t say such a thing like that. I promise I won’t see her ever again, just pleas-”

“Did you ever love me, Taehyung?”

“What?! Of course I did, Y/N! How can you ask such a thing like tha-”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you interrupted him again. “What if I had done it?”

When Taehyung realized what you were trying to say, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hands forming into fists immediately. “Y/N, stop.”

“No, I’m just curious. What if I had done it with one of my best friends? Maybe Jungkook? Or Jimin?”

Breathing deeply again, Taehyung tried to control his anger and hissed. “Y/N, stop talking.”

“What if one of them touched my body like you touched your best friend’s, Taehyung?”

The minute Taehyung imagined that scene in his head, his whole body started shaking with anger. Lunging forward, he slammed you against the wall and started kissing you harshly. “Nobody is allowed to touch you like I do! Do you understand that, Y/N?!”

When he realized that you weren’t returning his kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered. “You’re mine. Only mine. I don’t want to lose you, please, Y/N..”

You, on the other hand, placed your hand on his shoulder and neared your lips to his ears before you whispered.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but you already lost me, Taehyung..”

Living with three angels II (Gabriel, Lucifer x Reader)

Summary: Gabriel needs to take you, and Lucifer shows up.

Warnings: All the smut, grace!kink, no Balthie in this one, sorry.

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’s up, Gabe?” you asked curiously when you saw the strained look on his gorgeous face. He responded by grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close.
“Need you…” he groaned. You were always quick to respond to your angels’ requests, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to fly the two of you into an empty bedroom. You didn’t really have any assigned bedrooms, you all just slept where you felt like, sometimes alone, sometimes together.

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