so much feels that im gonna curl up into a ball

Apple Fritters {Part 4}

Originally posted by sddonald22

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3}

word count: 1468

pairings: peter parker x reader

warnings: some swearz 

a/n: this last part to my beloved firstborn was the most emotional one of all, i lowkey thought i was about to start crying at a few parts, and i hope it stirs the same feels in you guys. thank you so much to everyone who helped me put my work out there, it means so incredibly much to me. so here is the fourth and final part, im gonna go treat myself to some apple fritters now

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay @i-saved-me @theweirdowithablogo @leorai-lemony-lewa

Dark, ominous clouds loomed closer and closer in the sky, seeming to follow you. There was a sudden clap of thunder that shook your eardrums, startling you as you hurriedly made your way home.

You gave up on trying to get in touch with Peter, angrily shoving your phone in your purse, left alone with your mind swimming in all kinds of thoughts. You were angry and hurt that he had just left you, but most of all you were very, very frightened. You came to the sudden realization that you had no idea who Peter was. You were starting to believe that there were a lot of lies he was getting away with telling, and that thought alone was enough to make your jaw clench and fingernails dig into your palms.

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anonymous asked:

oh my god i just read two rotten apples and holy fuck their relationship is so terrible i feel so bad for her goddamn idk why i feel so hurt but pls make jungkook suffer

anonymous asked:

yo… ik everyone will disagree wit me but the relationship in tra is just way too toxic like why do i feel like shit when even if im just the reader. im so fucking mad why is jungkook such an asshole n why is the oc so easy UDHDHJD

anonymous asked:

it fucks with my mind how horrible jk is to the oc in tra i didnt do anything productive today bc i felt like shit LMAO

drabble #3

COUNT → 3.519

GENRE → smut | crack

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | penis in mouth | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | dick riding | the occasional sarcastic quip

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5COMING SOON

note → i didn’t have this in mind with the current story line of two rotten apples, which you can read the first part here. so kinda consider this drabble just like. i dont even know. i have no idea. i think as the story goes on. ill link the drabbles for where i think they are in the story. the other two happen later on so they wont be linked yet until more parts are released!!!!!!! anyway i wrote this in a state of anger and perspiration!!!!!!!!!!! if u dont like my characters. or dont like the story. u could just. consider this: close out of my blog and never come back. no one was forcing u to read this. so i didnt appreciate these msgs. i understand u were venting but u didnt even say anything positive about the story so how could u expect me to respond positively??? anyways g’nite

The skin of Elise’s knuckles lightened as her fists clenched on the kitchen counter. She’d been dicing onions for a breakfast omelette but Kale’s noises from upstairs were distracting her as they drifted to her ears from the vent above her head. The kitchen was directly below their shared bedroom, so she could hear every single sound he made, even the bed creaking under his weight.

Washing her hands quickly, she grabbed a nearby towel to dry them off before heading towards the long, twisting marble staircase leading to the upstairs hallway, following the grunts and groans of her beloved husband.

As she peered into the bedroom, she gasped at the sight before her. Kale was lounging on the mattress, a rose placed between his succulent lips and a single cut from one of the thorns garnishing his lower lip. He probably should’ve cut all the thorns off before placing it in his mouth but he was never the smart one. His chest glistened under the light of the full moon, even though just a few seconds ago, Elise was making a breakfast omelette and typically those are made in the morning. She just didn’t have a good concept of time and made breakfast omelettes at night and steaks at eight o’clock in the morning.

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Too Close For Comfort

Originally posted by leakees

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing and really rude and hurtful things but then fluff at the end, also, claustrophobia.

Rating: Mature (for only swearing)

A/N: This was a request from an anon AGES ago: “I’m a sucker for hate/love things so I’m going to request it with Sami to feed your need lol Reader and Sami TOTALLY hates each other and are always fighting like they cant even see each other without saying something rude (Im also a sucker for rude and angry Sami) turn out they get stuck in the elevator together and one of the is claustrophobic so the other has to comfort it and they end up kissing each other and having a lot of fluff but then she says “I still hate u” so he try to change that

Sami Zayn is a fucking asshole. Whatever his fans said about him didn’t matter, you hated him. He hated you too. It all started when you came up from NXT. There was something he just didn’t like about you, and he made it known to everyone. “So please explain y/n, who did you have to sleep with to get here?” Even Kevin Owens glared at him, mouthing “what the fuck man?” at him.

“I worked my fucking ass off and you say that shit to me?” Sami just rolled his eyes and walked past you, slamming his shoulder into yours. It took everything in you to not run up and slap the hell out of him. Fuming, you stormed back the locker rooms. That’s how it’s always been between you two, pure loathing and hatred.

You were called up to the main roster about two months after Sami did. When he was gone from NXT, it felt like you could properly breathe again. Now he was back. The first few weeks were okay, just a few snide comments from both sides. Then it got bad. You started up a rivalry with Charlotte leading up to Wrestlemania 32 and would be placed in the match along with Becky Lynch and Sasha Banks. Sami thought you were overstepping your “low status”. Your arguments would get so heated that people from Kalisto to the Big Show would have to separate you two. The fights were vicious. Although Sami wouldn’t hit you because he said it was against who he was, he made it clear that he would love to. You, on the other hand, didn’t care how you looked to others. Before you could usually smack his smug little smile off his face, someone much stronger and more level headed would swoop in and throw you over their shoulder. Whoever was brave enough would have to dodge your fists and knees as you tried to claw your way back to Sami. Kevin would usually come in and try to calm down Sami.

It was Wrestlemania weekend and like most NXT alums, you had just seen Takeover Dallas. It was amazing, minus Sami’s match. Not that it was a bad match, but Sami kept glaring at you when he would attack Shinsuke, like he wished it was you in Shinsuke’s place. 

After catching up with everyone, you along with the huge group of main roster stars, headed back to the hotel. You lingered a bit down in the bar, just sipping on a coke because the last thing you needed was a hangover during the biggest match of your life. Finally, you decided to head upstairs, taking the elevator to save your legs the strain. Once in, you hit the number 7 button and it flashed. Sami came sprinting in, just barely making it.

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An endless list of things in The Librarians that will never ever stop making me emotional as all hell(i.e. I cry every time I see them like it’s the first time)

(I am so sorry this list is so long I didn’t mean to.)

  • Eve opening the fridge in her apartment and there’s just one water bottle in it
  • “I don;t need a guardian. You hear that? I don’t need her! I’m fine!“
  • Jake’s face in the bar when he says that Lamia is from somewhere “interesting” and you can see how he wants a different life so badly
  • Eve and Flynn’s conversation on the way to the Stone Henge and how their voices soften and crack as they start to realize how they’re similar in their loneliness
  • “For the record, you’re not as weird as I thought you were in Berlin…”
  • When Jake catches Cassie at the henge and helps her through her breakdown AND WHEN HE GRABS HER HAND ALL SOFT
  • “They’re so proud of me. They’re both so proud of me.”
  • Bonus: “I think that’s the last time they were proud of me.”
  • Cassandra’s whispered “they said they could save me” when she betrays the Library
  • Eve getting through to Flynn when he’s giving up and how she starts crying and his eyes get all wide and I stg they fall in love in that exact moment
  • Eve crying and laughing as she shakes her head and says “I’m henge and key” and something so different and so quirky and so weird and so Flynn actually charms her and just Eve’s transformation in the whole premiere okay
  • Everything about Eve and Flynn’s deleted dance
  • Eve crying and her pained “Flynn” as he’s dying and Jesus she just met him but okay they’re in love
  • “You already have saved me”
  • “I’m offering you a life of mystery and misery…”
  • Cassandra running and hugging Flynn when he offers them a job and Flynn’s face
  • “How much I need…how much I want, to be traveling the world with you.”
  • Cassandra holding back tears and gripping the handbar a little tighter after Jake tells her he trusted her
  • “You should’ve made a Christmas wish too Colonel. It would’ve come true.” and then Eve just looks at her friends around her and smiles and hums Hark The Herald Angel Sing and her wish did come true
  • Flynn kissing Eve’s hands and “of course I remember you and your hands they’re lovely.”
  • “She writes a lot in this little notebook and I pay attention.”
  • Eve’s face when Flynn tells her he’ll stay if she stays
  • Eve finding Flynn’s carnation left on the desk and twirling it over her fingers and just like melting and smiling all stupid
  • Cassandra’s little laugh as Jake and Ezekiel come to join her on her way to Peru and aaaaaaa
  • “Do you have any idea what’s on the other side of this door?” “No. And isn’t that great?”
  • I’m gonna save some time and say most everything in 2X01 and 2X02
  • But to get slightly specific Eve’s happy “Red” when she sees Cassandra again and basically that whole reunion scene
  • Jassandra hug
  • “Your friends needed you. I needed you.” And Flynn stumbling back after Eve kisses him
  • Eve all turned on by Flynn whispering “Macbeth” and also Eve all happy to the point of crying when Flynn makes a plan instead of winging it
  • “I knew you thought I was sick.”
  • Jake’s face every time he interacts with his father
  • Ezekiel’s voice cracking on “Because I like the way you look at me when you tell it.”
  • “Let me be the big brother.”
  • Everything about “And the Happily Ever Afters.” Every single solitary fucking second of it no exaggeration
  • But especially especially how happy Eve looks when Flynn is getting all in his head right before she gives him true love’s kiss
  • Their speeches to exorcise Prospero in Final Curtain
  • How proud Eve acts of Flynn when he acts even though she visibly knows how bad he was
  • “Ezekiel’s pretending he’s fine. Cassandra ain’t pretending at all.”
  • “Kissing you is exactly how I’d want to spend eternity.”
  • When they tell Apep they’re a family
  • Eve’s little pained breath in as she realizes Flynn is gone again and how she rolls her eyes when he uses the Winnie the Pooh quote and how she smiles and cries when he says they’re gonna take their vacation
  • If I go into specifics about “And the Reunion of Evil” we are literally going to be here for ten fucking hours
  • But if I had to pick a favorite it would be Cassandra’s smile after the first “you just gotta have a little faith.”
  • Same goes for Trial of a Triangle. It will take 10 hours
  • Specifically Eve and Flynn’s kiss right before he goes down with the plane
  • And “I’m afraid of getting close to people because I’m terrified of being hurt.”
  • Eve collapsing into Flynn when they get to the hospital and Jenkins tells them about Cassandra
  • “You’re with family now.”
  • How Eve fucking breaks down when Rockwell is insisting that her relationships at the Library aren’t real kill me kill me kill me PLEASE KILL ME
  • Everything about Charlene and Flynn’s interaction before she goes into the mirror
  • “I love you. Always and Forever.”
  • Eve absolutely breaking more than we ever see her break ever when she is about to lose Flynn.
  • I.E. her whispered “Please Flynn.”
  • I.E. “You’re Librarians. You’re the smartest people in the world. Prove it.”
  • Aaaaand the end scene of 3X10 the end scene of 3X10 the end scene of 3X10

And that’s not even counting all the moments that make me laugh with pure joy because of how beautifully stupid they are, or the moments that make me laugh because they’re just like me, and I left out some stuff that I talk about a lot to make the list shorter. And now I need to go curl into a ball after thinking about all that stuff and uh….feel free to add your own

Stress - Connor McDavid

in which connor calms you down

for anon

lowercase intended

word count: 1106

warnings: reader has a bit of a breakdown

a/n: born out of my hellish past two days at work. this one is really short and im so sorry; i had a tough time with it. for anyone going through anything hard, my ask is always open and i love you. i promise i’ll start putting out better content soon. anyway, bonus points if you know what song i’m referencing

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

you hadn’t cried this hard in a long time. work and school were overlapping horrifically and you were finally realizing how little you saw connor despite living with him. your life didn’t feel like it was yours anymore, and you were sick of it.

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cupcakeruth  asked:

Do you have any headcanons for when the mercs were younger or when they were kids? For example, I headcanon that Spy was actually a rather clumsy child, but nobody would ever guess that now because he's worked so hard to be the proper and articulate man he is today.


Jane’s father was in the US military when he was a kid, leaving him parented mainly by his mother. He respected his father’s efforts a lot and idolized becoming a soldier for his beloved America. He always made forts to hide and shoot behind, wore tupperware bowls and pots over his head as a soldier’s helmet, wore tons of bandaids since he always got hurt SOME how, and overall had a lot of fun! Also, kind of unrelated??? But I headcanon that soldier suffers from a frontal lobe disorder that results in emotional dysregulation (which explains his emotional outbursts ha ha)

Scout: Most of scout’s childhood has already been given to us, with the wild pack of brothers and single mom family. So, just some stuff to go along, I imagine that scout has a small collection of baseball cards that he holds VERY dear. One ( a rare one ) was given to him as a gift in the mail from an anonymous sender. His mom was a bit suspicious but Jeremy didn’t care he LOVED it and still has it with him in his base bedroom (take a guess who had enough dough to buy it off someone and send it?)

Who???? Knows??? I personally have barely any headcanons about pyro’s life or appearance because I like them as an adorable little mystery! All I can say is that their love of fire and light sparked from a young age.

Always ALWAYS felt responsible for his sisters, whom he loves very much. Was sometimes a bit too authoritative, but mainly out of worry. When the poverty of the Soviet Union struck his family, he gave up his meal to give his sisters just a bit more sometimes. I actually like to think that a lot of heavy’s love of food is due to his trauma of starvation from the USSR. Heavy was always a bit hefty like his family and looked strikingly like his father. He takes much pride in that.

Demo: HAVE YOU SEEN CHILD TAV HE IS SO CUTE IM GONNA,..CRY! Anyway lil Tavish was veeeery focused on his demolition studies but he was a major adventure seeker! During breaks he would look for ol Nessie and hunt frogs and run around chasing imaginary crooks and pirates. He loved bedtime stories, because his adoptive parents were stellar at stories before they died and he was handed over to his real parents…shit poor demo his story is so sad man.

: Dell has always been a chubby lil bean! He grew up on a farm with his full family and always played his part! He liked putting wheat between his teeth and named every horse and cow and pig and never forgot who was who. His dad used to squeeze the cow milk out of the udders into his mouth sometimes as a little game. He also learned to play guitar from his pa and he loved to go play it to the farm critters and his ma.

Sniper: Omg little Mundy… He was quite the kid. Mundy avoided the other kids most of the time and went off to climb trees, shoot rocks, and collect little bugs and critters! He attempted to name and remember every sheep on his parent’s farm but he usually mixed them up. His father taught him to use a gun and his mother taught him to knit (he can still do it). Sniper was kinda shy, but more so quiet. He loved his parents dearly and fell asleep out under the Australian trees a lot. Used to laugh and smile a lot more.

Spy: Dude I love the idea that spy was clumsy awww. Lil spy wasn’t a gentlemen yet. He tried to act all uptight and perfect, but he tripped over his own feet, laughed at dumb jokes, and really liked some nerdy things like comics (see where scout gets it?). Spy worked very hard to be who he is today and sometimes he misses that free youth.

I’ve seen some hcs that he was a formal scholarly child and I see some where he is a goofy nerd so I give you…BOTH. Medic took school and science VERY seriously, but he loved to goof around and pretend. Medic would collect bones from roadkill and would read his science texts outside where he could hear birdsong. His little hair curl was something he always had as a kid! He still liked it growing up, so his 50-something year old head has a hair curl

+ Seeks: Seeker was a ball of happy energy. Wore overalls and sometimes little gowns and did nothing but explore the forest and get injured due to being reckless. She collected flowers and stones and little critters and brought them to her mom!!! She was a small little thing, no one expected her to grow up so tall and stocky (and mean)

anonymous asked:

Conner during winter: *uses his ttk to do basically everything, wrapped in a million blankets*

Tim sighed, moving to sit next to the lump on the couch that was more blanket than man. Though man wasn’t exactly what he wanted to call Kon, considering the childish way he was hiding himself away. 

He wished he knew how long his boyfriend had been at this, but he’d been gone for days working on a mission. Tim hated that it was entirely possible that Kon had been like this the entire time, without Tim even having the faintest idea. …Though he wasn’t exactly sure if he was angry with Kon or not, yet.

“Babe,” he started, carefully, trying to have patience with his boyfriend. “You know you have to come out sometime.”

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I’m aware that it’s been over a week since The Collar™ but like..,……,.,,,,.,iM still not ovEr it. ?? ,,..??. I never will get over it ??.?.?,?!??

Just imagine Harry laying there on the bed with nothing on except for the collar and his stupid, well-fitting CK briefs with that stupid cocky smirk, with his two blocky front teeth just barely digging into his bottom lip as he twirls the leash around his fingers, glancing up at you with a taunting twinkle in the specks of gold in his irises, arching his eyebrow just a little, suggestively.

And as you’d crawl onto the bed he’d slide farther into the mattress until he’s fully flat on his back, stretching his arms over his head and caving his back off the bed, his muscles flexing alluringly and the little shit is doing it on purpose.

And he slumps back into the sheets, ghosting his fingers down his abdomen and toying along the brim of his briefs, the thick bulge inside them making your insides simmer. And he’d trail his fingers back up his body, up the plain of his stomach and chest and stop at his nipples, eyeing you hazily and grinning drunkenly. “You gon’ fuck me, love?”

And you’d nod, hands shaking with desire and he’d just hum appreciatively, closing his eyes as he circles each of his index fingers around both puffy nipples, pinching them softly every now and then. His short hair is all disheveled and soft and his jaw is taut as he plays with his nipples, releasing a teeny hiss. “Gonna…” He swallows thickly, legs shifting and thighs flexing, “You gonna take m'cock, yeah? Gonna make me come so hard?”

“Sure am,” you breathe, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hot forehead and he moans quietly, the wetness of your lips sending his nerves into a frenzy.

“Want you to take charge and make me be a good boy.” He holds up the leash, putting it in your hand and teething his lip desperately.

You take full advantage of it and in seconds you’re on top of him, his cock tucked out of his underwear and your riding him slowly, tugging at the leash so he’ll sit up. You slip your fingers into the leather and it’s warm from the heat of his skin. You pull him down to your chest, where he immediately takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks gently, whimpering quietly as you dig your nails into the dip of the back of his neck.

You tug the leash up, his lips detaching from your swollen nipple and he tilts his head back, eyes locking with yours as his hands press flat against the bed behind him so he can support himself as you buck against him. His head falls back, mouth opening in a long moan, neck veins bulging under the dark leather smug against his throat. You give another harsher tug, his neck snapping forward and you pull until his mouth meet yours, the kiss sloppy and wet as he dips his tongue inside, swallowing down your quick breathes.

His hips buck slightly up against yours as you bounce on his cock, his arms flexing with the effort of supporting his weight. His legs are spread wide open, making a perfect little hole for your bum to sit in when you swivel down his length. Your body is slowly depleting so you fall back, slumping against the sheets and bringing him forward by the rope, telling him to fuck you slow.

It’s filled with lots of quiet gasps of “So warm– God, so fucking warm…” and “Scratch me harder, baby. Make it sting.” and his thighs brush against yours as he pushes in, the skin clammy and sticky with sweat, the same as his chest.

You loop the rope around your fist and tug harder, signifying that you want him to go faster and he does, the bed creaking as he whines loudly, feeling you clench around him. He’s thick and hot inside you, pulsing against your walls and you cup either side of his jaw, kissing his forehead as he moans against the base of your throat, murmuring a weak, “Been a good boy. Can I come? Lemme…lemme come, please?”

“Fuck me faster,” you breathe out, trailing your hands down his back now and massaging the drawn up muscles, scratching lightly up and down and he jerks. He reaches up his hands to the edge of the bed, curling his fingers around it and using it as a reinforcement to help him thrust up harder.

His hair is a damp, flopping mess and his lips are burning against the pulse in your neck, his rough exhales melting against your skin and he releases small grunts of exertion with each sharp thrust, getting out a tight, “Feels so fucking good…”

“My baby boy likes it?” You whisper, feeling a groan being pressed at the base of your jaw in response.

A few seconds pass and Harry speaks up, meek and shaky, the word he says sounding absurd and out-of-the-blue bc he’s never said it in such a setting before but he suddenly got the urge to utter it. “Yes, ma'am.”

And that just about does it for you bc the word sounds so odd yet so right coming from him. The submissive, sheepish tone of it is juxtaposed by the low, dark thrum of his voice and it makes you shudder under him.

He comes first, gushing out with a sharp, muffled whine of, “Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck me!” he keeps thrusting, chewing on his lips and emptying his balls completely before collapsing on top of you, his face flushed against your shoulder as you draw soothing patterns against the back of his shoulders with your fingertips.

“You okay?”

He shakes his head weakly, whining against your skin as his hips jerk every few seconds. “M'coming so fucking much. Can’t stop spilling…”

You both lay there with him still buried balls deep, feeling him dripping out of you slowly as he snuggles his head further into your shoulder, sponging his lips to the damp skin and, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

When he’s finally calmed down a bit, you push him off carefully and smiling smugly as he protests because, “Wanna stay in you. So warm…” You just pull the rope down so that he’s forced to follow, his mouth in a pout. He moves groggily, limbs tangling messily and eyes spaced out as he obeys your command robotically. You settle him in between your legs with his hands gripping the outer parts of your thighs, his lips grazing over your navel.

You jerk your chin at him and he gets the point, immediately sinking nose deep into your cunt and beginning to slurp at your wetness. You grab the collar from the back, using it as a hold to push his face further into your center until all you can see from your view is the tops of his sweaty cheeks and his sparkling eyes.

“Tastes so sweet,” his damp sounds make you feel dizzy, along with the way he’s shaking his face from side to side to give you better stimulation, humming a teasing groan into your softness. When you come, he licks up every drop with a soft, “Tha’s my girl,” pulling back and giving long laps against your folds until you push his face away, sensitivity taking over.

He lays over you and you hug him to your body, legs tangled as he sifts his fingers through your hair and you play with the metal bit of the collar.

“I really like this on you,” You say, smiling naughtily. “S'hot.”

Harry turns his face from where it was tucked against the junction between your neck and shoulder, looking up at you with watery eyes. You push back his matted hair, sponging your lips against his eyelids as he gives you a weak smile, the corners of his lips curving up slowly.

“I like it on me, too. Maybe we can get a spiked one next?”

Not Over Yet: Chapter 18

“Not Over Yet” SNK Modern AU: Two torn ex-lovers grow to rekindle old flames once their paths recross, after nearly six years of learning how to live without each other.

Rating: M // Words: 4k // Pairing: Eren x Mikasa

Chapter Summary: The babies are growing, and much too fast.

A/N: Hello, again. I don’t know what to say. Just… *awkward jazz hands*

Preview Ch 18: The Secret Chord

She came out. Dressed, from head to toe, in the garments of an old ghost. She made the clothes come alive somehow, as if they belonged to her and only her. Her hair was loose and hung limply at her shoulders, the very tips dampened from her bath. The backs of her hands and knuckles and the very tip of her nose were all soft and sort of blushy, and Eren felt as if he was gazing at a stranger. She’d changed too fast, his heart couldn’t keep up with it. Because life had always been harsh with him, stolen his innocence. But Mikasa was still pure. And he wanted so desperately to maintain her, to keep her this way. The unsullied streak of color remaining in his life.

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The Broken Heart of John Laurens

(I was inspired by the song Congratulations by Blue October. If you havent heard the song or see the lyrics you will know why. Anyways enjoy! Also sorry for the spacing. its a habit for some reason.)

“Is that seat taken?”

John looked up and he almost fell over in surprise.

“Alex! Its been forever!” he exclaimed.

Alex just laughed and sat down next to him. It seemed forever since Alex left the college they both attended. Alex was still as handsome for ever and John remembered the few “occurrences” they had. They both were lonely and stupid but John never regretted it. His chest still fluttered from the memories.

“May I ask why you’re at some women’s’ clothing store?” To be honest John forgot the name.

“You first.”

“Im trying to help Hercules get inspiration by taking pictures of clothing or something like that yet he asked a nurse for inspiration.” John said with a laugh.

Alex nodded in understanding and then looked towards the women’s’ changing room.

“Im waiting on my fiancee. Remember Eliza?” Alex said.

John’s eyes widened and his chest felt like someone shot it. However he faked happiness and grinned.

“Oh congratulations! Im sure the best of woman will be the best of wives.” John said laughing slightly.

Alex smiled and then looked at his phone. A sigh left his mouth but he only smiled wider.

“Eliza is sending me to the smoothie shop in the mall. She’ll be a while.” Alex said.

He then turned to John and held his hand out.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

As the months until the wedding turned into weeks John’s chest threatened to collapse on itself. Herc and Laf were excited to learn their old  friend was getting married. They were even happy for John being the best man. Around his friends John would fake happiness and tell jokes when his heart would beg to stop. The four decided to get drunk together before the wedding. Not like a bachelors party but a hang out kind. Soon Alex had his pants on his head while doing an impression of an elephant and he forgot they were there. John thought it was too funny so he didn’t let the shorter man know. Everything was going great until Herc said something.

“Y'know I always thought you would marry John yeah?”

Laf and Alex laughed and it seemed like a joke for everyone. Everyone but John. John pretended to laugh awkwardly but his eyes were watering. No one seemed to notice and Alex just patted a hand on John’s back.

“We could fuck for old times sake. Heck you could join Eliza and I for our wedding night!” he said with an eyebrow waggle or something trying to be that.

“I-I’d rather not Alex.” John replied.

“But you’re sho pretty!”


John wanted to get out of Herc’s apartment and go home. But everyone was laughing and Alex was insisting.

“You’re still as pretty as we met Jack..” Alex said in a more lower voice that sent shivers down John’s spine.

Alex slid a hand up John’s thigh and that was enough.

“Alex I said no!” John said as he stood up suddenly.

“Geez are you cranky or ssshhomething?” Alex asked clearly trying to be funny.

“No. Im done ok? You left me on your own accord . You got engaged to Eliza. You dont get to do that anymore!” John said.

John could feel his tears sliding down.

“You left me.”

Laf then stood up and walked John into Herc’s bedroom and held him as John sobbed and shouted into the Frenchman’s chest. Laf was always a great friend and knew how to comfort others the right way.


Eventually John fell asleep and when he woke up he was in the guest bedroom. His head hurt too much. Soon the memories of the previous night flooded back and John managed to hold back the tears. He got out of bed, got dressed and walked into the living room. Laf and Alex were sitting on the couch watching some sort of boring show.

“Good morning mon ami. There are omelettes on the counter over there.” Laf greeted with a smile.

John could see the slight sadness in Laf’s eyes but he ignored it. He got his food and sat on the floor. The food was good but he hurt to much to appreciate it.

“We should do this again. I assume I blacked out because of my lack of memories.” Alex said.

“Im sure Eliza would hate us for getting you drunk like that again. You had your pants on your head.” John said with a cheeky grinn.

Alex said something like Don’t patronize me boy. John  finished his food and said left early saying he had a lot of work to do at home. However when he went home he curled up in bed and sobbed until he passed out. He missed three texts and a call from Alex.

John helped Alex tie his green tie. Everyone was in a flurry for the wedding. Herc was helping the ladies with makeup, hair and dresses and Laf was assisting him since he was better at hair. John hated that he was alone with Alex. His chest was tight and the lump in his throat wouldn’t leave. He feigned happiness though. He feigned it for Alex.

“Alrighty Mr. Groom! The tie has been tied.” John said slightly dramatically.

It made Alex laugh and John almost lost it there. He knew that laugh wouldn’t be his ever again but he had to be strong. Thats when he noticed his hands were still on the other’s chest. He quickly removed his hands and put them in his pockets.

“You look great man! You practically are the belle of the ball.” John said half sincere half teasing.

Alex’s smile seemed strained and he just stared at John. Thats when he hugged John tightly. The two were very close. John only awkwardly hugged back. Tears threatened to fall.

“Im sorry for leaving you. Im sorry for never having the courage to officially ask you out. I-Just lately i’ve been thinking what would have happened if we got together.”

John held Alex closer and let a tear fall. Soon a tear became five and five became ten. John however managed to keep his voice from wavering.

“You would just be unhappy. You’re marrying a smart, pretty and independent woman Alex. You are so lucky! I’m so happy for you. The both of you.”John said with what was left of his resolve.  

Alex smiled at him but you could tell he was still pained. Just then Herc knocked on the door.

“Alex it’s time! You better be ready!”

The two separated and followed their friend to the chapel. The wedding went on without a hitch and Eliza was absolutely stunning. She lit up the whole place and John swore some blue birds dressed her instead of Angelica and Herc. There were tiny blue flowers in her hair and her dress was soft and flowed very nicely. She was the very definition of a bride. It made John happy and envious. The two exchanged rings, kissed and went to the reception hall with everyone else. John lagged behind and decided to just go sit in the parlor where he got Alex ready. Every emotion was pressing to be released but he had to hold on. He didn’t want to ruin this for Alex.

“Aren’t you going to join us mon ami?”

John looked up to see Laf walk over and sit next to him like the mom friend he was.

“I will in a bit. I just needed to answer a phone call.” he lied.

“John I know a broken heart when I see one.” Laf said seriously but not harshly.

Thats when John started to sniffle. The sniffle turned into a full blown sob. Wails and hiccups filled the room as John let everything out.

“I cant change this! I can never take it back! I can never change his mind and I cant take it! My pain wont cover up Laf!” he sobbed.

Laf just sat listening. John couldn’t see through the  tears but he could tell his friend’s face was of sorrow and remorse for the the other. John just let everything he built up over the months and years of being alone and heartbroken by the man he adored the most. The two sat there till the smaller man no longer shook with sobs and wails. John felt better and he felt numb but it was fine.

“Laf..I think im just gonna go for a drive. Can you give my speech to Alex? Just say something came up at the hospital and I had to go. Please?” John said as he handed over index cards to Laf.

“I will make sure he gets it. Please be safe John..” Laf said as he gave his friend a tight hug.

When the two separated and Laf made sure John left alright he returned to the reception hall when he was immediately bombarded with Alex.

“Where’s John? Did you find him?” Alex asked worriedly.

“When I found him he had just gotten off of a phone call with the hospital. They needed him ASAP so he left. He’s sorry and told me to give these to you.” Laf lied.

As Alex read the speech John was driving somewhere else. He eventually found himself in Central Park somehow and he sat down on a bench alone. He remembered this was where he and Alex first kissed. He smiled at the bittersweet memory and looked up at the tree branches above him.

“Make it go away.”


Request:  Hi, can you do a imagine for Jason the toy maker where his s/o lives with her abusive mother and snaps one night and kills her

Requested by Anonymous

“You little bitch!” Your mother screams, throwing an empty bottle at you. For the fifth time this week your mother was drunk off her ass and taking her anger out on you.

“You drove him away!” She screeches, stalking up to you and shoving you harshly against the kitchen wall.

“You always drive them away!” She grips you by the hair and throws you to the floor, rage in her eyes and violence in her hands.

“You little slut, you never want me to happy do you!” Her foot connects with your ribs multiple times, you cover your head and curl into a ball. Your eyes squeeze shut and try to block her from your mind. You feel her grab your hair again and tug you up, she pushes you against you the wall and gets in your face. Her vile breath stings your eyes and you try to look away.

“Why wont you just die already?” She seethes, unnaturally quiet. She sneers she shoves you down the hall, motioning you to go to your room. You limp off, your ribs killing you. It hurts just to breathe, you close and lock your door, sliding down to the floor. Quiet tears begin falling down your face, you learned years ago to never let her hear you cry. If you did, she would “give you something to cry about” which was code for “Im gonna send you to the hospital.”

Clutching your bruising torso, you gently check for broken ribs. A skill you had also learned a while back was being able to tell if something was broken or not. To your relief, nothing was.

Something shuffled in the corner of your room, you peeled your eyes open and looked around. Nothing seemed different in your room, but you continued to stare. Slowly, a shadow emerged from beside your dresser. Honestly, nothing could be worse than your mother so you hardly were scared. A ghost? Cool. A kidnapper? Please.

“Are you…alright?” A soft voice called out as he stepped into the light. He was tall, beautiful hair falling around his face and on his shoulders. Bright eyes clouded with worry, his hands rested in front of him locked together with nerves.

“Hardly.” You groan, lifting yourself from the floor to stand in front of him. “Who are you?”

“Jason…” He speaks quietly, stepping closer to you. He is much taller than you, inhumanly so. You look up at him, his eyes staring into yours.

“Does she…do this often?” His voice is coated in worry.
“What, beat me? Yeah, you could say that.” You say bitterly, limping over to your bed to sit down. You look up to see his hands had dropped to his sides, clenching into fists. His eyes change color rabidly, your jaw falls open at the sights.

“You're…you’re definitely not real.” You whisper, completely astounded by what you’re seeing. His jaw clenches, he ignores your words and stalks to your bedroom door and flings it open. He slams it closed behind him and you can hear your mothers muffled angry words.

“Did I tell you could come out?! You little-” Her yelling was interrupted, cut short and replaced with…screaming.

That was the night your mother died. That night was burned into your memory, the screams, the blood, the body. The relief. Jason was your only friend after that, he stuck around and helped you with the police, he got you through the adjustment period, taught you how to be okay again. He was with you for almost a year until one night…one night he basically broke up with you. He said he couldn’t be around anymore, and he left. For good.

That was two years ago. You had given up all hope of ever seeing him again, you moved on. You got a job, you moved in with your aunt, things were looking up. One day after work you came home, threw your stuff down and almost had a heart attack. Sitting on the couch was your long lost friend.

“Jason! Jesus Christ I…fuck.” You mutter, leaning against the wall. He stands quickly, his eyes locked on you.

“Y/n…” His voice was as soft as you remembered, his gentle hands raise up and touch your shoulders.

“Where have you been…?” You ask quietly, and he sighs.
“I..I had to do some things..”

“For two years?!” You yell, pushing off of him. You begin pacing around the room.

“Y/n…” Jason’s soft voice makes you stop.

“How…what are you doing here?” You ask quietly.

“I came back, for you.” He says and you scoff.

“Came back? CAME BACK?! Fuck you, you left. You left me I don’t want you back after TWO YEARS of missing you. NO.” You let all the anger and hurt flow out of you, attacking him with your words. He cringes when you yell, but you were too upset to care.

“Why did you leave me Jason? Why?!” You shout staring at him, you wait for a response but he just looks down.



Suddenly, the world stops. Your blood runs cold and your chest feels numb. Your anger begins fading away as you repeat his words in your mind. You two just stare at each other.
Slowly he begins walking up to you, like you were a butterfly and he didn’t want to scare you away. His hands slowly rise to cup your face, making sure you’re looking at him.

“I love you, Y/n.”

Save ME

A/n: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FANFIC. I had a lot of people inspire me to write this and help me dig up my inner author (?) yay. I hope you enjoy.

Yandere! Jimin au// horror

Originally posted by mygslut



Oops.. Sorry you uh- had to see that..” He said in a solemn voice, eyes beading red and a blood stained face. “I love you!.. And I had to keep them away from you!.. Please don’t leave… I SAID DON’T LEAVE.”‘ 

-Start of School-


Reader’s POV

It was the start of school, a Monday morning, the air was calm and the atmosphere was peaceful. You passed by the convenience store to get a snack to munch on, on your way to school, a great way to start the day.

As you entered the convenience store a slight brush of cold trickling air struck you. It was weird, you thought to yourself. The mysterious atmosphere of the convenience store had added a bit of spook to your Monday visit. 

 As you were about to pay for what you got, a tall man with a somewhat mysterious aura made you fumble in confusion, he had bumped into you and dropped all his things. “I-I’m so sorry!” The words had tumbled out of your mouth quick,as you crouched down to help the man pick up his things, you didn’t even realize he was looking at you with an expression even you could not decipher. His blood shot eyes creeping a gaze into yours, it was haunting. As you snapped out of your self you gave a quick look at the man once more and left without another gaze or another word at the man.

As time ticked and the bell rang it was now time for your classes, as you entered the classroom, you had noticed something, it was someone that had caught your attention. A guy near the far back sitting quietly and isolated from the other people who had  friends. As you walked up to meet your classmates and friends, you noticed that the person at the back had kept his eyes on you, not in a creepy way, but his eyes were beading with admiration he looked interested for some reason. 

 As the day went by and you were doing all of those introductions you learned that the guy’s name was Jimin. Park Jimin to be exact. He was the quiet type. The one that doesn’t talk or interact much, but still has a lot of people admiring him. 

 How could you not? This man was tall, had broad shoulders a face and posture of a model. The way he dressed was no exception, he was everything a girl would want. Despite the fact that he’s cold and doesn’t even talk to girls or people in general he still had a lot of admirers, which to you was amusing.

The day ended and you went to home. It was already late, surprisingly, you couldn’t sleep because you kept thinking of what had happened earlier at the convenience store and at school with that boy. You thought about him. You couldn’t shake him off of your mind. I mean, why wouldn’t you? Everything about him is so fascinating… Right? 


You were sleeping soundly just as the buzz of your alarm woke you up, you groaned aloud and took a deep breath, before getting up and getting ready, you had realized that your window almost next to your bedside was open for some reason. Although you had no memory of opening it whatsoever, but you quickly got that out of your mind, still the thoughts were rambling about in your head.

As you were getting ready you quickly noticed that some of your bathroom stuff had been missing, like that hairbrush, and your empty shampoo bottle. You concluded that you justin misplaced your hair brush and all, but how about those shampoo bottles? It was creepy.. 

 You were on your walk to school when you felt a weird presence behind you, you take a look back and see three girls happily chatting behind you. There was nothing to be scared about you say to yourself.

Another day at school, still you were looking maybe even admiring that boy from afar you, yourself felt creepy at someway. He was just… Breathtaking. 

 You gathered all your things and got prepared to go home. You were alone, and yet you feel someone with you, watching you. You went with your guy best friend (gbf/n) you wanted to do some catching up with him because you weren’t able to go home with each other yesterday. You missed him, you weren’t gonna lie. 

  The two of you went on and on about how your school and dating life sucked. It was fun for you two. You missed these kinds of things, you loved talking to him and so did he. But of course the fun had to end as he took you to your place safely. 

You were tired, exhausted even, and all you wanted to do was sleep. 

 You got changed and was ready for bed when suddenly you received a call from someone. 

“Hello? Who’s this?”
Someone with a deep chilled voice answered
How are you? I missed you already!”
He misses me?
“Uh who’s this? I think you might have gotten the wrong number..”
I answered sternly
“Haha, that’s cute. And no, I don’t have the wrong number, silly.”
“I promise I have the right number, don’t worry”

He says with a reassuring tone
“Your name is Y/N L/N right?”
“How do you know my name?”

I ask as my voice slightly cracked
“Silly you! Of course I know your name! I know EVERYTHING about you now.”
W-what?! Just who is this creep?!
“I-I’m hanging up!”
I say nervous as to what or why this is happening
He replied, a voice filled with rage. It was deep and cold almost piercing my soul.
I froze at his words and didn’t hang up, I was scared. I was feeling his presence with me… I feel like he’s here.
That scared me shitless.
I let him talk and I didn’t say a word to him.
“Now listen sweetheart, I’m not kidding, I know everything about you. I learned everything about you.”
He says with his deep voice, this time it was cheerful, almost letting me know that he is proud of himself.
..Learned?…About me..?
Except..? Except what?
“Who was that person you were with?”

He says, his tone undefined and scary. It was chilling and horrific
“Wha-what do you mean??”
I say totally confused at his words
He was yelling. Uncontrollably mad. I got scared and hanged up.

I was so scared I was practically curled up into a ball bawling my eyes out. Just who is he? 

An admirer?

 No.. What sick minded person would do that? 

-Text message-





The messages ended with that
I will..? He will what? Kill me?

I got tired of his wife not having a name lol so she’s got one now! This will probably be the only smut in my Daddy Roman series. 😁😁

Birthday smut for Roman! (Up next … The “Talk” with the kids & the next chapter for my Tama fic)

Tags: @lavitabella87 @thiickreigns @x-fivefoot @romanempirefics @roman-reigns-princess @macfizzle *******

Everyday for the last week Roman had been working himself to exhaustion. He’d wake up at 4 a.m., get to the Performance Center by 6 and work his ten hour day and then immediately go from there to his parents’ house to help his dad with some renovations. Then he had spent two full nights painting the walls and ceilings of Haleigh’s room. Their darling twelve year old had begged to have her room painted after one of her best friends had her room painted. Kandice had begged him to do it as well. She felt like Haleigh deserved it with the good grades she was making. Not one to tell either of his girls no, Roman painted it while Haleigh and Kandice were out of town on a school trip.

After fully realizing what was being asked of him and how much work it would be, Roman had been tempted to say no. Her room was big and it would be only him doing all the work on top of his work at the Performance Center with the developmental wrestlers and he didn’t have Koda. The sixteen year old was gone to spend a couple of days with his cousins since they go to the same school. He just didn’t think he’d have the energy. But then he looked at his wife again, at her big brown eyes framed by her beautiful light chestnut curls and he started to crumble. Kandice pulled the top of her tank top down an inch or two revealing more of her breasts.

“I’ll make it up to you on your birthday when I get back,” Kandice had said with a wink and a smile. At the time that was all the encouragement Roman needed, his wife had a history of “making it up” to him in some pretty substantial ways.

Now that the week was just about over he wasn’t sure if it was a fair trade. He was exhausted; his muscles hurt all over. Roman spent most of Thursday resting and napping, trying to recover some sense of normal feeling before Kandice and him went out to dinner for his birthday. They had planned to celebrate with the kids on Saturday when he was off.

Roman woke up a little after four in the afternoon, stretching and glancing at the clock, worried that he had slept too long. He took a moment to see how he felt and had to admit he felt much better after resting all day. Being a relatively for older man probably allowed him to recover easier. His shoulder still felt all the work he had to do painting the ceiling, but overall he felt much better. 

It was then that he looked over to where Kandice was standing in front of her closet facing away from him and glancing through her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and had clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her smooth, brown skin glistened from the remaining dampness and her long curls hair were soaked and fell down her back perfectly.

Smiling without knowing it, Roman studied her body again, her legs, back and arms. He paused as he took in the profile of her firm breasts and continued down to her round ass. Roman felt his heart start to beat a little faster as he stared at her ass and thought about how nice it was to have her home from the trip.

Kandice turned around just as his gaze started to move down her legs and she walked over to him. “Hey there sleepy head. How do you feel?” She leaned over the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead, letting her large breasts graze his chest and face. That really got his heart moving.

“I’m feeling so much better,” they kissed. “Oh yea? I can tell part of you is feeling better for sure.” Kandice smirked as she reached under the thin sheet and put her hand around his hard dick. Closing her eyes and licking her lips she moved her hand up and down the shaft a few times and fondled the head. Smiling and opening her eyes again she said, “I tried to grab you last night when I got home but you weren’t having any part of it. You were out like a light.”

Roman sat up in bed and pulled her down to him, her ass now sitting on top of his dick. He put his right hand on her ass and leaned his head down to her shoulder. Her ass was by far one of his favorite features on Kandice’s body. Really it was his favorite feature on any woman’s body. Kandice was fit but maintained her thick shape she had gotten from her mama.

Roman looked up at her with a lazy smile. “So you wanted me to give it to you last night?” Kandice put his left hand on her right breast “Of course, I’ve missed you so much this week. I thought about getting that work the whole way home.”

Kandice could feel his dick pulsing beneath her butt. She stood up, gave him one more kiss on the lips and stroked his manhood one more time. “Hit the showers, big guy.”

“And what are you about to do,” he asked standing from the bed and stretching his long limbs. Kandice’s eyes watched his muscles jump under his skin trying to maintain composure until their kids were gone. “Mmm, your kids are still here. I’m gonna make sure they’ve got everything and then send them to Jey’s.”

“You’re gonna drive them all the way out there?” He asked dragging his naked body around the bed towards their bathroom.

“Nope. Koda’s taking one of your cars.”

“Why mines and not yours?”

Kandice rolled her eyes playfully at her husband. “Fine, he can take my car, Roman. I don’t see how it matters.”

“Him and his cousins are not going around cruisin’ in my Range or my Telsa. Not happenin’.” Roman spat slapping her ass as he passed her.

“But it’s okay for him to do it in my Jeep?” She yelled after him. He didn’t answer her, just laughed. Kandice knew how her husband felt about Koda driving his cars. Roman had already gotten Koda a Honda Civic providing he passed his classes. He felt like he worked too hard and Koda hadn’t worked hard enough yet to drive his cars. Kandice on the other hand didnt mind as long as Koda minded her rules.

Twenty minutes later, Roman stepped out of the shower feeling even better than he had when he woke up. Brushing his teeth and getting clean made him feel much more relaxed and human. He dried off and exited the bathroom, his hair still dripping and clung to him. Kandice noticed his dick was still swollen and long swinging between his legs; he’d been thinking about her while he was getting clean. The kids had basically just walked out the door so she was still getting dressed and wearing only a skirt and bra, she walked over and kissed him again placing her right hand gently on his dick. Now holding it in both hands she looked down. He always laughed a little on the inside when she did this; running her hands delicately over him, moving his dick around and staring at it like she was studying it. In a way she was, feeling how hard he was and thinking if he was harder than normal or maybe longer sometimes. Today she thought he felt particularly long and hard and she knelt down and got a closer look at his 9 inch dick.

“You been thinking about it?” he said in anticipation. Kandice put her lips just barely over the head and kissed it a few times, holding it inside her mouth, “Mmmm hmmm.” She bobbed her head up and down a few times, putting an inch or so below the head in her mouth and grabbing the rest with her hands. Taking it out of her mouth she smiled and looked up at him, lightly stroking it back and forth, “I’ve been wanting it so bad.”

Roman’s breath caught in his throat as his heart really started to pound, god damn it felt so good. “Your mouth feels so good baby. What have you wanted to do with it?” Roman grumbled watching her. She moved her tongue up and down his length and all around his big tip. “I want it inside me. I’ve wanted it everywhere. In my hands, my mouth, my pussy. I want to make you cum inside me. That’s what I’ve wanted, to make you cum in me and fill me up. Maybe give me another baby.”

Roman felt his knees tremble as she stroked his dick a little faster and the other hand grabbed his balls. He needed it so bad, they hadn’t had sex in almost a week which was far too long for him. Gently peeling her hands off him he led her over to the short sofa in their bedroom hoping that she would continue.

She wanted nothing more as she knelt in front of him again and put him back in her mouth, this time taking more of him. Going a few inches down she found the place she liked and started bobbing her head up and down. Besides being long, Roman was very thick. It didn’t prevent her from going as deep as she wanted to though and he didn’t mind. Going a few inches down and coming back up, letting his big swollen head pass gently over her lips before she descended again. Another of his favorite features, he loved the way it felt when her plump lips slid over the tip.

Roman’s breathing was becoming intense now and he grabbed portions of the sofa. Kandice took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. Roman liked the control he exerted as he placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pushed down, not controlling how far she went but controlling the timing. “Oh fuck, Kandi baby.” He groaned tugging lightly at her curls.

Kandice knew he was getting close by the way his dick was pulsing, his heavy breathing, the bucking of his hips and the frantic pace his hand was directing her mouth up and down his dick. Coming to a slow stop she took her mouth off him, kissed it a few times. “Are you gonna cum babe?” She asked licking the sides.

He nodded yes, letting a string of curses fall from his lip as he stared at her open mouth then past that to her bursting cleavage as she breathed in and out. “I want it in me, okay? I want you to cum inside me.”

Roman tried to slow his breathing. “Babe, im not gonna last much longer,” he whispered pushing his hair out of his face. Majority of the time, if Roman got inside Kandice’s pussy he wanted his wife to cum with him. It made it feel awesome and made him feel even closer to her.

“It’s ok baby, I knew what I was doing when I grabbed you coming out of the shower. I just want to feel you cum inside of me.”

Not needing any more encouragement Roman shook his head yes. Kandice stood up and removed her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and looked delicious to him. She leaned over and put one nipple in his mouth, reaching down with her other hand to stroke his dick more. Roman groaned in controllable pleasure as she pulled on his dick quicker and his tongue flicked over her nipple. She stood up again and removed her panties from beneath her skirt and began to sit down on him her back to his chest after lifting her skirt some.

Putting just an inch inside her wetness she rocked up and down on him slowly, letting herself get use to his size again. He was so excited right now that his dick was extra swollen and they really hadn’t done it in a while for them. Letting a little bit more in, each time she went down she heard Roman’s breathing race back up again. She reached back and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts as she moved up and down slowly. Picking up the pace as she got use to his size and allowed more of his swollen dick inside her she swore he was bigger than normal. She could feel all 9 inches filling her up.

Roman groaned again as she joined him with her first audible cry as she felt his balls brush against her. She bounced up and down on him quickly, reaching back to put her hands in his hair. She screamed as he twisted her nipples a little and his dick pulsed, leaking a little cum into her.

“I want you to fuck me baby, fuck me until you cum,” Kandice purred tugging on his hair. “Don’t stop, just give it to me, I want you to cum inside me now. Give it to me, Ro.” Roman practically lost control of his senses then as he only had one thing on his mind. He stood up, pushing Kandice forward so she had to stand up and grab her ankles. Standing tall, Roman grabbed her ass, he pushed her legs apart a bit and began rocking back and forth, picking up the pace. Within seconds Roman was thrusting into Kandice like a jackhammer, not thinking just doing. He didn’t try to control his groans, and neither did Kandice as they did when their kids were home.

Kandice reached one hand between her legs to caress his balls as his dick drove into her over and over, his hips slamming into her. Occasionally he spanked her ass and grabbed it as his dick drove into her. She shouted, “C'mon, Daddy. I know you’re close. I’m right there with you!”

Roman could barely understand her, he was lost on his own train, but Kandice grabbing his balls drove the message home. “Fuck, babygirl. Here it comes,” he groaned gripping her hips tighter. “Me too, Daddy.”

“You want it inside you,” he growled still pumping furiously infuse of her. She screamed yes repeatedly unable to say anything else. On cue, Roman came inside of her still thrusting slowly in and out of her, fucking her through it. Three, four, five ropes of thick cum coated her walls as he drove into her. By the time she felt the fifth hot shot of cum dive into her and thought about how good it felt, she too came and screaming his name, begging him to keep going and clenching his balls a tiny bit tighter. He squeezed her ass hard as he continued to slide his dick in and out of his wife. Just before he stopped one more small shot of cum pushed into Kandice, finishing her off too. As he pulled out, he watched some of his cum leak from her. He had filled her up as promised and was sure he made good on giving her another baby.

They collapsed on the couch and Roman thought about how amazing her making it up to him had been. Sighing, Kandice leaned against Roman, who wore a proud smile.

Kandice grabbed his hand to play with his wedding band, “I guess we better continue getting ready for dinner.”

“I think we can pass on dinner.” He’d dropped his voice as he spoke in her ear. “You’ve got some more making up to do.”

Originally posted by n0thinggoodeverstayswithme

Ohmtoonz: sleepover

Ships: cartoonz x ohm/ ohmtoonz
Smut or fluff: fluff
Inspire from derpydoodlez

Ohmtoonz: sleepover

Luke p.o.v:

My eyes lazily looked at my phone, seeing that nothing was going in twitter or Instagram or any of my social media. I sighed as turned off my phone and laid in the coach just looking at the ceiling.

‘I could go to sleep??’ I thought, my mind seemed to agree as soon my eyelids began to droop, letting the comfortable darkness consume me…….


I gave out a sharp gasp as I stood up from the couch and quickly turned my head around to see what caused the noise.

“LUKE PATTERSON! GET YOUR HAIRY ASS OVER HERE!!” I growled as I covered my ears from the yelling!

“BITCH! IM OVER HERE!!” I shouted at ohm, he turned his eyes at me as he began to laugh.

“OH FUCK!! HAhHhahahHaahHha” he laughed as he clutched his stomach. I grumbled as I stood up and crossed my arms.

He wiped some tears from the corner of his eyes,“ oH MY GOd! Hehehhahah- I-I’m so sorry-heheheah- oh my!” As he settled down.

I glared at him but just chuckled.

“Either way, why did you kicked my door open?” I said looking at my door which was wide open, he looked back at my door and soon back at me.

“Well you didn’t lock the door and I knew that you’ll be sleeping you lazy ass bitch!” He said as he shifted his backpack he currently had. I gave him a confused look as I pointed at the bag.

“What’s with the bag?” I asked, he just smiled.

“Didn’t you get the message I sent you? We’re having a sleepover!” I tilted my head as I grabbed my phone as went through my messages and saw I got a new message.
Chubby bun:

'I just had a crazy idea!’
'What if we had a sleepover! At your house,! :D’

I face palmed my face.

“WOW! I am oddly offended!” Said ohm as he looked at me. “How dare you call chubby!” He said dramatically.

I laughed as I ruffled his hair “well you are kinda chubby!” He just giggled, as he pulled his bag.

“Are we gonna have this party or what!?” I said, he cheered as we both went and changed.

*few moments later*

“OH MY GOD!! THIS IS SO COOL!” I shouted as I entered our pillow fort. Ohm was putting the blankets and pillows down inside, I smirked as I crept behind him my hands ready to grab him. I pounced towards him but he just moved to the side making me fall on a pile of pillows.

“When you try to sneak behind people don’t make so much noise!” He said with a smirk as he laid down a blanket. I laughed as I made myself comfortable as I put my arms behind my head, looking on top seeing blankets and some little Christmas light we put to add the mood.

“Move you arm!” Said ohm as he crawled next to me, I chuckled as I put my arms to the side. He crossed his arms as he looked up. We both just laid their silent, embracing the silent.

I soon heard a yawn as ohm shifted to his side. He pulled out a mask that covered his eyes and had his symbol.

“Really? You need those things to make you sleep?!” I said, he giggled.

“Oh shush!” As he put them on, he looked at me and I just chuckled.

“You look just alike how artist draw you!” He shrugged with a goofy smile.

“That’s the point my man! That’s the point!”

We both began chatting about things, letting time past pass and giving each other company. Soon enough I began to feel a little warm and I soon noticed that it was pretty hot in here, I looked over at ohm.

“Hey is it okay if I took off my shirt its getting pretty hot in here.” I said he blushed but nodded. I took off my shirt sighing in relief as the heat finally cooled down. I the corner of my eye I could see ohm just staring at me, I chuckled darkly.

“I hope your enjoying the view over there!” I said as I put my shirt into a ball, he just blushed and tsk,

“Shut the fuck up bitch…..” I laughed at him thinking that his actions were pretty adorable.

“He is sure adorable af, I could just kiss him right now,” I said

“UuUuUuUUUUUUHHHh!!! I-I never th-thought you h-had those fe-feelings for me!!” Said ohm. My heart dropped as a sudden realization hit me, I said that out loud, Infront of ohm!

“W-w-wEll I-i-I ….umMmM W-well yo-you s-s-see I-” I was cut off from a pair of lips making contact with mine and felt a hand behind my head pulling me closer to the kiss, I looked at ohm eyes but they were closed concentrating on the kiss. Soon enough I kissed back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

We were kissing for a while until both of us needed air so we parted panting. I looked at his eyes as he looked at mine he soon smiled as he pounced at me, hugging me.

“You don’t know how glad I am knowing that you like me back!! Right?” He said. I laughed as I kissed his cheek.

“Of course I love you bitch! Who wouldn’t!” I said as I hugged him tighter, he giggled as our lips met again.


Slowly my eyes opened adjusting the light that was shining through the blankets, i gave out a groan as I tried to move myself to get away from the light but couldn’t since I felt someone on top of me. I looked down at my chest to see a cute sight.

I saw ohm sleeping on top of me cuddling up on my chest, his arms were close to his chest and his legs were curled up close to him. He was slightly snoring.

My heart was melting by the cute sight I am seeing right now. I couldnt’ help myself but hug him eventually waking him up.

“EEKK!! LUKE!” Squeaked ohm, I just giggled as I hugged him close to me, kissing his cheek. Ohm soon enough began laughing as he kissed a great me back.

What a great way to wake up!
And there you have it hopefullly @derpydoodlez you like it and I am soooooo sorry this was late. Hopefully you guys like and and if you do thank you very much for reading this. Bye
June 9, 2017
7:37 pm

I Want to Make You Smile

HELLO!! I have so many Solangelo fanfic prompts and it makes me soooo happy. So this is one that @disenchanted-rose sent me where they slept together but one of them left before the other could wake up and now they don’t know what to do. Sorry @disenchanted-rose but if u wanted NSFW content I rlly don’t like to do that so this is free of it. Let’s just keep it at midnight kisses and shirtless boys :D 

 Idk if I messed up the ages, but I know Nico is currently 14 and Will is 15.


 Nico di Angelo’s life was always a mess. His mother, his sister, his father, the fact that he was the gayest person in the word. Life just hated him. He went through puberty and it just dumped whole new problems on his shoulders, giving him nightmares, causing him to raise the dead when he had surges of anger, giving him suicidal thoughts. He thought the world would be over when he found himself falling for a certain doctor at the age of eleven. 

 When he was twelve, the boy with golden hair started to show concern for him. He was constantly showing up in Nico’s cabin, making sure he was taking his medication and that he was alright. Sometimes he would stay and they would talk well into the night. Whenever Will left, it was as if a part of his soul was ripped away as his footsteps echoed through the empty room. He was surrounded by darkness, and his light left. 

 When he was thirteen, almost everyone found out. Percy, Jason, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Reyna, Frank, Hazel. All of the people who where remotely his friends. Will was the only one who didn’t. Frank and Hazel, bless their souls, let him be and didn’t force him to do anything. Percy, Jason, and Leo where constantly asking him questions, telling him to just ask Will out. Piper and Annabeth where constantly playing matchmaker dropping not-so-subtle hints to Will. Reyna assured him that Will liked him even though she has no idea who this boy really is. They where in his hair, holding their breath for the moment. 

When he was fourteen, it happened. Fourteen was a young age, and it wasn’t an age for serious commitment. But sometimes things happen and you find yourself in awkward situations. Maybe fourteen was the worse time to do it, maybe he should’ve waited, but words come out of your mouth, you do things without thinking, and it just happens. 

 Will came in for another check up. They where side by side on Nico’s bed and the light was fading outside, making it hard to see Will. But Nico memorized the lines of his face. He could see him, even now. He saw Will’s easy smile and shining eyes. All he wanted to do was kiss him. Nico must have been making a face, because Will stopped smiling. 

 "Nico? Are you okay?“ 

 "Ummhumm,” Nico said, pursing his lips. He wouldn’t get upset as something as stupid as this. It didn’t fool Will, who has been treating him two years. Will puts his fingers on Nico’s chin and turns his face towards his. 

 "Nico. Really. What’s wrong?“ Nico wasn’t in his right mind. It was 1am and his eyes where starting to itch with sleep. So that’s why he planted his hands on Will’s thighs and pushed himself up so he was kissing Will Solace. Will was so surprised by this action that when Nico pushed, Will was pinned onto the bed. When they fell, Nico let out a startled "oomph”. They where splayed not so gracefully on the bed, and Nico felt himself blush. Will just giggled. 

“I guess I literally fell for you,” he says between giggles.

“Your a dork,” Nico says as if it’s a fact.

“I know,” Will says with a cheesy grin. Then, oh gods, he puts his hands on Nico’s cheeks.

“Let’s try that again with a lot more passion and a lot less surprise,” Will says, pressing his lips to Nico. Nico, being the awkward Son of Hades that he is, falls on Will again, knocking their foreheads together with a loud thump. Will giggles again as Nico apologizes and pushes himself off, but Will grabs his arm before he can take off and pulls him onto the bed beside him. They both lie on their backs now, staring at the ceiling of the cabin. For the first time ever, Nico notices the cracks in the roof that show glimpses of the stars outside as moonlight trickles in. Another beautiful thing he took for granted. 

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” Will says dreamily. He takes a deep breath.


“You know who else is beautiful?”

“Gods, Will. If you say ‘me’ like in those memes I will–”

“You are, Neeks. You are the handsomest person I have ever met.” There is no stopping the heat that creeps into his cheeks, somehow making it’s way to his ears. Nico hides his face in his black hoodie, having no intention of coming out. 

“What are you doing?” Will says.



“Just shut up.” Nico feels Will maneuver himself on top of Nico on his hands and knees. 

“How am I supposed to kiss you if you’re hiding?” Will asks. Nico pokes his eyes out, and his eyes out only. Will unzipped Nico’s hoodie so that his face was showing. Will leaned down and pressed a kiss to Nico’s lips, and Nico responded by pushing back harder and harder, lifting his head up to meet Will. He then grabbed Will’s shirt and pulled him beside him so they where facing sideways and kissing. 

They moved closer and closer, relying on each other for heat as cold winds drifted through the cracks in the roof. Will’s hands where clenched in Nico’s hair as he kept pulling him closer and closer. Nico decided to place his hands around Will’s neck. Just to experiment, Nico slipped his hands under Will’s shirt and started to feel the lean muscles of his back. Will seemed pleased with this arrangement and Nico tried letting his hands travel up Will’s shirt instead of down. He honestly wasn’t sure what they where doing, but he almost died when Will let his hands slip up his shirt. They made trails of fires that created hidden scars on his back and it made him feel alive. More alive that Nico has ever felt. It made him feel less like a walking corpse with no soul and more like a person. For a moment, he forgot who he was. He was with the boy he loved since he was eleven.

Eventually the kisses slowed as it neared 3am. Both of them where bare chested and falling asleep. They stopped and Nico curled into a ball; his natural sleeping position. He was out in seconds, and was shivering. Will draped the covers over him and then climbed in with him, lying beside him and petting his hair. Nico murmured words of delight and occasionally said things in italian that Will did not understand. One phrase caught his attention though. 

“Ti amo, Will.” Will’s eyes widen. He has a basic understanding of languages to know that “amo” probably means “love”. 

Will fell asleep curled around Nico. 

Nico woke up first that morning. Sunlight was filtering in and Will’s golden curls shimmered. The drowsiness that caused his actions the night before was gone and he realized just what he did. I kissed Will Solace. Nico couldn’t believe it. It was too good to be true. Which means it wasn’t. It was something that may or may not have happened. Maybe they both fell asleep while talking and Nico dreamed all of those things. Maybe this was a one time thing that Will would yell about when he woke up. Of course he would yell at Nico and ask him what in Hades was he thinking. He would ask how he, the son of the god of the Underworld, could possibly think he’d have a shot with the boy made of sunlight, son of the god of the sun. How he could possibly think that the smile Will flashed could be his. He would say this was a fluke, and there is no way it could possibly happen.

So that’s why Nico maneuvered himself off of Will ever so slightly, creeping like a shadow without actually turning into a shadow. He threw on one of his black t-shirts and went down to the pavilion to try and act like everything was normal and avoid Will the entire day. The good thing was that people expected Nico to be lurking sadly in the shadows, so they didn’t notice the tears that streamed down his face. 

Nico was picking at his breakfast, having no intention of eating when a tray slammed down on the table, causing Nico, and the table to jump and Nico’s silverware to clatter to the floor. 

“What the hell, Nico?” Will shouts above him. Timidly, Nico lifts his eyes to Will’s angry blue ones. He was very aware of every eye on the two of them. 

“Are you really that cruel? Are you really as cold as you lead everyone to believe?” Will shouts. Nico finds himself shrinking smaller and smaller. 

Will,” Nico whispers urgently, “people are staring.” 

“I don’t f**king care if they’re staring. I can’t believe you left me alone! After everything!” Will’s face was red with anger. One of the campers drops their glass of orange juice on the floor. This outburst is outrageous. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if it was someone else, but it was Will Solace. Will, who had the voice of an angel that would sooth people into recovery. Will, who has never once said a curse word in his life, swearing at Nico. 

“I-I-I-I was s-s-s-scared,” Nico managed to tremble out. 

“Scared? SCARED? Of what? Me?” 

“Of course I was scared of you, Will,” Nico says, standing up as well. “Did you ever think of what I must be feeling when you bursted in here? I was scared, Will. I was scared you’d reject me. I was scared you where playing tricks on me. I was scared that you would laugh in my face and call me names because that’s all anyone has ever done! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I COULDN’T FACE YOU!” Will was silent for a moment. Everyone held their breath. To be honest, this was everyone’s ship, even if they didn’t know about Nico’s crush. 

“I thought you didn’t want me….” Will whispers.

“Of course I want you, Will. You’re all I ever wanted, ever since I was eleven.” Will looks like he is choking on tears.

“You too?” he says.


“Three years ago. You wanted this for three years.”


“I’ve loved you for five.” Nico let that sink in. Will liked him before Nico was even aware of his feelings. Not liked, loved. Ten-year-old Will Solace had a crush on Nico di Angelo. He fell in love with Nico when he was unstable and mourning his dead sister. He loved him even when he was a bigger mess than he is now. He loved him when they where just edging their way out of youth into the teenage life. 

“Why?” Nico finds himself asking. 

“Because. I knew there was a boy underneath all of those shadows. And I wanted him.” Nico reached over the table to hug Will, burying his face in his shoulder. Tears where cascading down his face, soaking Wil’s shirt. Will didn’t seem to mind. He let Nico cry as he petted his black hair. 

“Gods, I love you, Will,” Nico says.

“I do too,” Will says, smiling at Nico. The hall cheers, nearly scaring Will and Nico. Everyone has been waiting for this for so long, it’s a miracle it finally happened. Seeing Nico’s alert expression, Will took him away from the pavilion to the fire pit. 

“This was where I fell in love. I saw the firelight dancing over your skin and your eyes that held a ghost of the boy who was. A boy who would smile. I wanted to make you that boy again.” Nico collapsed on the ground.

“Nico, are you okay? Do I need to get a medic?”

“I’ve never been better,” Nico says, giving his first real smile in a while. It makes his eyes brighten in a way that makes Will smile even brighter and Nico is hit with the fact of how much he missed smiling like this. Goofily and joyfully in the face of those he loved. 



“Jaded”: Part One

Summary: The time is 1976, the era where rock and fame was booming across the city of Los Angeles. In hopes to leave a life of misery behind, you sold your life for your dream. Within the span of 24 hours, you find yourself fresh off the bus - right into the hands of the Chaos Club, and the owner who took a chance on a girl like you. Bucky Barnes.

Notes: 70s!Bucky, Cursing, Smoking, Small Amount of Smut.

Tags are at the end, let me know what you think! (Was kind nervous about posting but I got so inspired!)

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anonymous asked:

Request for Rin (free!) sick with the stomach flu but goes to class anyway and pukes not only during, but, on his test please!

OKAY SO I’ve had this request in my inbox basically since I started this blog. It’s taken me THAT LONG AND IM SO SORRY, BUT HERE IS SOMETHING IVE WRITTEN TO HOPEFULLY SATISFY YOUR NEEDS.

When Rin’s eyes opened, it was to a dark bathroom. His upper body was laid unceremoniously over the toilet bowl, the seat he had pushed up earlier now resting on his head; it must have fallen on him at some point, but the synthetic concept of time was much beyond the groggy swimmer’s ability to comprehend. How long he had been unconscious in the bathroom, he had not the slightest, but he vaguely remembered waking up from a deep sleep to run for the toilet in a panic.

The air around him stunk of stale vomit, hanging heavy and almost muggy. His mouth was sticky and tasted something terrible, a deafening ringing pounding against his eardrums so intensely, he could barely make out the beeping of his alarm from the other room. A miserable groan rumbled in his chest, his eyebrows knitted as he recalled his daily obligation of school. On days where he did not sleep in the bathroom, getting up was hard enough, but getting himself off of the floor in the condition he was in seemed nearly impossible.

Slowly, Rin began to move, starting only with his arms, shoulders popping and stiff as they rolled in their joints. He could feel the ache of his muscles pulling all the way down his sweaty back as he clumsily pushed up the toilet seat that had fallen over his head. Once it was removed, his hands gripped the side of the toilet, using it as leverage to push himself weakly to his feet. He knew he had a fever by the way the air felt against his skin and the ache underneath his muscles in his joints. He shivered as goosebumps covered his flesh.

As soon as he was upright, Rin’s stomach was making a commotion. Each sway of dizziness made the contents churn, as if a hand reached inside him and was kneading his belly like a ball of dough. His lip curled at the feeling, grimacing as he forced his leaden feet to shuffle forward. He stopped at the sink, desperate to ride his mouth of the foul taste. He brushed his teeth as quickly as he could, for the flavor of his minty toothpaste made him gag in his fragile state.

Trudging from the bathroom, Rin made for his bed, wanting nothing more than fo fall face first into his pillow and return to the sleep that had been so abruptly interrupted. He knew, however, that taking the day off was not an option, despite how sick he was, because he had a test in his first period class that he could not afford to miss. If he could just make it through the test, he decided he would return to his dorm after to sleep it off. Letting out a deep sigh, half to settle the bile rising in his throat, Rin shut his beeping alarm off and began getting ready to leave.

Once he managed to squirm his way sorely into his uniform, Rin went to class, his face paling with every step. Each time he put one foot in front of the other, it sent a shockwave through his stomach, and by the time he reached his desk, his weak legs were screaming in pain. His chair squeaked as it was pulled out, and he fell into it just in time for his knees to buckle underneath him in exhaustion. Sousuke, at the desk beside him, noticed and watched with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Rin, you look unwell,” he commented, his blue orbs picking up on the grayness in his friend’s complexion.

Laying across his desk with his head resting in his arms, Rin closed his eyes to let the room stop spinning. Now that he was sitting down, he could compose himself and breathe away the nausea. “Yeah, I feel like shit,” he mumbled truthfully, not bothering trying to hide his misery. “I’m just going to get through this test, then head back to the dorm. I woke up in th the middle of the night to puke, then fell asleep over the toilet. I’m exhausted,” Rin expanded, his rambling voice trailing off as he yawned.

Sousuke leaned forward, sliding his hand under the strands of red hair that fell into Rin’s face, and placed his palm on the sick teenager’s sweaty forehead. By the heat against his skin, it was clear that Rin had a raging fever. The blue eyed student felt his ill friend subconsciously lean into the coolness of his touch. “You’re burning up,” he began, retracting his hand. “I think you should go to the dorms now, and take the test when you’re feeling better. You can’t concentrate like this.”

He knew Sousuke was right, but Rin was determined to get it over with. “I’m gonna try. It’s better than taking it after school later in the week and missing practice,” he argued, finally opening his bleary eyes to look at his classmate.

Seeing the stony expression hidden beneath tired bags and fevered cheeks, Sousuke knew that there was nothing he could say to persuade the stubborn swimmer. When his mind was made up, there was no going back. “All right,” he sighed in acquiescence, leaning back into his chair.

It was not long after their conversation that the teacher passed out the test. For a while, Rin was able to force his mind’s focus to the questions asked on the page, but amidst the essay portion his stomach suddenly churned. The nausea would not be pushed away so easily, and it made it clear as his mouth began to salivate, heralding disaster.

Rin swallowed thickly against bile rising in his throat and breathed deeply through his nose, willing the queasiness to settle enough for him to finish his test and make it to a bathroom. The coppery saliva immediately returned after being swallowed, and his jaw began to tingle. ‘I’m on the last half of the test, just hang in there. Don’t puke,“ he begged himself silently over and over like a mantra.

His stomach twisted and clenched, an audible retch pushing up his throat with a gurgle to punctuate it. Panicking at the inevitable reality, Rin shot up from his seat, hands clamped tightly over his mouth. The chair fell over backward from the force in which he stood, landing with a loud bang. If anyone had missed him gagging, they definitely heard the clatter of his seat. All eyes were on him.

Rin was paralyzed, the only muscles able to move, though involuntarily, being his abdominal muscles. A series of hiccups bubbled up his throat, bile coming farther up with each until a loud heave brought up a wave of clear viscous fluid all over his desk, and subsequently, his test. He did not have time to care before another round of sick was violently pushed out of his body.

He could hear several girls scream in disgust, and the teacher called his name, but the only voice that stuck out to him was Sousuke’s. It was suddenly at sits side, accompanied by gentle hands, encouraging him away from the humiliation. “It’s okay. Come on, let’s get you out of here,” he coaxed just loud enough so that only Rin could hear.

Now that his stomach had relaxed from heaving, Rin could move his legs, but they felt heavy. He staggered unsteadily as Sousuke led him toward the door. His feet were too heavy to lift, and they dragged with each step. His knees felt like jelly, and his stomach was on fire, but luckily Sousuke was strong enough to support most of his weight with ease.

Though in reality it took only a few minutes, it felt like it took an eternity to finally reach the door to the dorm he shared with Nitori. When Sousuke delivered him to his bed, Rin fell onto it limply, his muscles too weak to move any more. “Thanks,” he grunted, grateful to be in the comfort of his sheets once again.

Sousuke nodded and located the trash bin. He moved it from the desk in the corner to Rin’s bedside. “Do you need anything?”

“Just some rest,” Rin replied with a heavy sigh, realizing that since he puked on his test, he would have to retake it during the week anyway. Going to class had been in vain, and he could have puked in the privacy of his own bathroom the whole time.

“Okay.” Sousuke set his backpack down on the desk and sat himself on the floor at the end of Rin’s bed. He pulled a book out of his bag and began to read quietly.

Peeking over, Rin saw his friend getting comfortable and became confused. “What, you’re staying?”

“Yeah, just until Aiichiro gets here and can keep an eye on you. You shouldn’t be alone with a fever like that,” he stated, not looking up from his book.

Rin sighed, closing his eyes. He was grateful to his childhood friend for the concern he was being given. “Thanks,” he said again before allowing himself to be consumed by the fatigue that drowned him into a deep sleep.

You are my sunshine. Levi x Fem!Reader

Request from rougeheichou: I’m still hoping to someone who’s down to writing me some fluffy Levi x female reader-chan thats scared of thunderstorms thingy can i like, request that here? 

SORRY THIS IS 999 WORDS OF ABSOLUTE GRABAGE!! But this is what I came up with, I had a little bit of writers block, so sorry for the delay, I hope you like it


I toss and turn in my bed, unable to sleep. Next to me, my boyfriend Levi lays, staring at me, clearly not amused by my movement. I give him an apologetic smile and mumble a sorry. He rolls his eyes and lifts an arm up, inviting me to lay against his chest, which I gladly do.

“Im sorry about all the moving, I just can’t sleep.” I say quietly as I nuzzle into his chest. He drapes his arm over me and pulls me tight against him.

“It’s okay, I know how you feel..” He kisses the top of my head and rubs my back soothingly. “How about I go make you some tea? It might help you sleep.”

I nod, “If you want, you don’t have too.”

“I know I don’t have to, Brat, but I love you so I am anyway.” He snickers a little and kisses my cheek before getting up and leaving the room. I cuddle up under the blankets, waiting for him to return, when suddenly I hear a loud boom, making me jump.

I get up, pulling the blanket close around me, and walk to the window. I slowly push the curtains back and see rain pounding against the window. I frown and I’m about to close the curtains when lighting strikes and the boom of thunder follows it quickly. I quickly run away from the window, whimpering as I run and hide under Levi’s desk.

As the minutes pass, the thunder gets louder and louder, the rain not slowing whatsoever. Tears fall down my face as curl into a small ball, the blanket covering me completely. My whimpers and sobs can’t be heard over the rain and thunder. “Why is it so loud?” I ask myself and cry into my knees.

(Levi’s POV)

I walk back to my room, carrying two cups of tea. As I walk, I hear thunder booming outside and I shake my head. “I hate storms.” I mumble to myself. Once I’m right outside my door, I put my knee up and rest one of the cups of tea on it so I can open the door.

When I open the door, I walk over to the bed, but when I don’t see (Y/n) I set the cups on the nightstand and start looking for her. “(Y/n), where are you?” I walk around the room, checking under the bed first. I frown deeply until I hear a muffled sob coming from under my desk.

I walk over to my desk and look under it, and sure enough, I see (Y/n) under a blanket, crying. I sigh and walk back over to the nightstand to grab the tea, then I walk back over, and sit under the desk with her. I gently pull the blanket off her quivering figure. “Here, I brought you some te-“ I am interrupted whenI’m tackled in a hug.

I set the cups down and hug her back, rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s okay, you’re okay..” I whisper into her ear, a frown on my face ‘Why is she so scared?’  She only whimpers into my shoulder and continues to cry. I sigh and let her go, adjusting how I’m sitting, and then I pull her into my lap.

“Is there anything I can do to make it better?” I ask her with a kiss to the top of her head.

“Nothing you’d be willing to do. I-Its okay, I’ll stop crying.” She says quickly and quietly, wiping her tears away. She bites her lip to stop from sobbing and she rubs her eyes harshly to stop the tears. I roll my eyes and pull her hands away from her face.

“Don’t do that, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” I say as I hold her arms to her chest in a hug. She whimpers as the tears resume falling. I kiss her cheek and her ear. “Just let them fall, (Y/n), It’s okay.” I rub my thumbs across her hands gently and she seems to relax, until more thunder sounds making her jump.

“Okay, tell me what I have to do.” I say and turn her around to face me.

“N-No, it’s fine, Levi. I’m o-okay, really.” She sniffles and gives a weak smile. I roll my eyes again.

“Don’t lie to me. Now tell me what I can do to help you through this, I need to get you back to bed, or else you get cranky remember?” I say lightly, trying to get her to smile a real smile. She does.

“F-fine… My mom, when I was little, during storms she would sing ‘You are my sunshine’ to me…” She whispers and blushes, but then jumps a little and hugs me tightly when the thunder gets louder. ‘Of course, it had to be singing.’ I sigh and scoot out from under the desk with her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

She whimpers and holds me tight, making me unable to put her down, so I just sit on the bed and hold her on my lap. “Okay, if I sing the song, will you calm down and go to bed for me?” I ask and kiss her lips softly. When I pull away she nods and buries her face in my chest.

I sigh and take a deep breath before beginning, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” I whisper sing as I look down at her, holding her closer to my chest, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ “You make me happy, when skies are grey…”

She nuzzles me closer, her hands gripping my shirt tightly. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,” I kiss her head and stroke her hair a little. “So please don’t take my sunshine away.” I whisper the last part of that verse, and when I’m about to continue, I hear soft snores.

I smile to myself and kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, my sunshine.”

(A/n) Sorry that was terrible

Dry Spell

A smutty (with a touch of fluff) story in which y/n and Harry find themselves in a 24-day dry spell….and so she buys a vibrator. Things get fun.

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