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Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.


Words: 2.052


I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

Imagine Charles seeing your ability for the first time…

“Y/N… you are truly exceptional.” Charles says after a moment as he looks at you with an awed expression. “The power you possess is extraordinary beyond belief.”

You duck your head to blush. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Charlie.” You use the nickname just to annoy him.

“I don’t need it to get anywhere with you, darling.” He leans in to press a quick kiss on your lips before you can respond.

Mystic Messenger Fanfic: Kingdom of Words

Pairing: Saeran/MC

Rating: G

Other places to read: AO3

This fic is a gift to @an-ambivalent! I’m one of your @mystic-messenger-secret-santa (the mysterious anon hihi) :3 Sorry this is so late, dear! I tried to include as many of your preferences as I could, so I hope you enjoy this not so small fic I wrote for you ♥

The first time the words appeared on Saeran’s arm, he panicked. His only warning had been a warm, itchy sensation that’d made him look down, only to find a black scribble on his skin.

Can you see this?

He screamed. He couldn’t help it - as much as he rubbed, the words wouldn’t come off, nor did his hand get dirty with ink. Saeyoung rushed to his side, eyes wide, but once Saeran explained what was wrong, he hesitated, his gaze fixed at the point where Saeran could see the dark words in stark contrast against his reddened skin.

“I can’t see anything, Saeran.”

Before Saeran could process what Saeyoung had said, their mother came. He should’ve excpected it, should’ve known better than to make so much noise. His ears hurt with her screams, louder than his own; still, he tried reaching her - arm extended, he tried telling her about the words, tried asking her what they meant.

His only answer were two days without food, getting by with only the scraps Saeyoung managed to sneak him behind their mother’s back.

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Imagine this being the moment you tell Noctis how you feel about him.
Imagine him turning into an awkward blushing mess.
Imagine him wishing it had been him who told you how he felt first.
Imagine him telling you how he feels in his cute dorky way.
Imagine him asking you to go on a date with him.
Imagine him taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle kiss before walking you home hand in hand.
Just imagine.

Sorry guys had to get this one out of my head.
Imma tag @airlea-sicarius as she’s Noct trash like me haha.

Tease - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request 

request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂


a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss

“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.

“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.

“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”

i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.

ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.

“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”

i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.

enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.

we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.

i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.

“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.

“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,

“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:

“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.

“okay…” i said.

with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.

enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.

i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”

enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!

“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”

“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”

he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”

“teasing?” i repeated.

“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.

“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.

his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.

enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!

oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.

enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!

his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.

i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.

“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.

bliss, utter bliss.

i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.

i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.

wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.

his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.

“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.

what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…

“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.

that day totally changed my world.

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

Imagine Erik seeing your power for the first time…

He’s dumbstruck beyond belief at the moment. “Y/N, you are truly… exceptional.”

You duck under the praise with a faint pink blush coloring your cheeks. “It’s nothing really.” You assure him quickly.

“Nonsense!” Erik interjects. “Don’t sell yourself short, darling. I know you’re capable of accomplishing great things.”

Imagine- Having rough sex with Elijah and he tells you to call him daddy.

You whimpered in pleasure as you watched Elijah go down on you. His tongue licked at your folds while his Thumb played with your clit. “Gods Elijah!” You squeaked loudly as he hummed. He quickened his face drawing you closer to your orgasm. You grinded your hips into his face arching your back. Felling that all to familiar knot in your belly trying to squirm away you moaned loudly. Elijah help your hips down and went faster. “Oh! Elijah! I-I’m going to cum!” You yelled out only causing Elijah to go faster if that was even possible. “Elijah! Elijah!” You yelled Cumming all over Elijah’s face. You panted as he gave you one finally lick and he crawled over you trailing kisses over your stomach. “That was beautiful.” Elijah praised. You only turned red “Now since your have been a good girl You’ll get rewarded.” Without any warning he thrust into you and didn’t stop. His thrust hard bring you closer to your orgasm. You moaned his name and when he went even faster you scream his name. “Baby call me daddy.” He whispered in his ear slamming into you. You clawed his back and could feel yourself start to cum again. “Daddy! Can I cum?” You asked no you screamed loudly. “No!” He grunted back he could tell you were close when your walls clenched around his cock. This caused him to start to cum" okay baby cum.“ He told you “Daddy! Daddy!” You yelled cumming on his cock he thrust faster and spilled his seed into you. Both panting he rolled off of you to cuddle.

A/N My first smut tell me what you think please and send request!

We do this together

(Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

A/N: Honestly I never thought I would write a imagine about Monty, but oh my god I’m obsessed with him lately, we all know how attractive it is a redeemable bad boy, I’ve lived this with Reggie already lol.

Anyway this imagine it’s a little sad (?) at first I wanted to write one based on Sorry by Halsey, but it turned out being this, truth is that you end up showing your mood when your writing and obviously I wasn’t in my happiest mood writing this one, but now I am feeling a lot better and I want to write one really fluffy and flirty and happiness everywhere so stay tuned.

I hope you like this one xx 

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault and english is not my first language.

Words: 3.040


It had been a week since I ended my relationship with Monty and since that moment I had been receiving messages and calls, which I didn’t answer, he tried to talk with me every day in the halls or at lunch, but I had avoid him perfectly.

I understood why he felt the need of talking with me, because for him it didn’t make sense that what we had would had ended, our relationship worked so good, we were the image of balance you need between two people in order to make something work. I heard people talk when I passed next to them, how the wonder why we had broken up.

The truth was that I was broken inside, but I was the best when it came to pretend a complete different feeling outside that what I was feeling inside, for example right now in the inside my heart was completely shattered and even more when I saw Monty and his attempts of talking with me, but in the outside I made it look like if I didn’t care about him, like if I didn’t even know him.

I thought that he would end up giving up and he would move on with his life, but day after day he kept coming to me, he didn’t want to forget about us.

There was a day in particular that I found really hard, Monty’s birthday. That day everyone wished him happy birthday in the halls, someone even invited me to the party they were throwing for him at Bryce’s, I obviously wouldn’t go.

When I opened my locker I saw his present, I had bought it a month ago because there were a couple of tickets for an important baseball game and I knew how much he wanted to go and his mother didn’t let him buy the ticket because he got a bad grade, but I knew he wold end up passing that subject and that’s why I bought them, but now they were useless.

I had them in my hand, but I didn’t put them out of my locker so that way no one would see them. That was the first day I felt I could end up crying in front of everyone in that hall, but the sound of a locker closing next to me brought me back to reality and I left the tickets, closing my locker like if there were a bomb inside.

I leaned my back against the cold metal and I looked at the people around me until my eyes met with his for a few seconds, making him start coming in my direction.

“(Y/N) wait please!” he exclaimed when I started to walk away from him.

“Happy birthday Monty!” I looked behind for a second to see how one of the cheerleaders had stopped him to talk to him, even though he kept looking at me.

I locked myself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, I had to go to my next class, but I didn’t think I could make it; I needed to take a break.

My hands were shaking, which made me even more nervous, so I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to make them stop. I repeated over and over again that everything would be fine; that I had made the right decision even thought it was painful.

I leaned my back on one of the cubicle walls and I slid until I was sitting on the floor, I hugged my legs against my chest and when I heard the bell rang that’s when I burst into tears.

I made myself stop when I heard the bathroom door opening, I even hold my breath to make it look like I wasn’t there, but they had heard me.

“I know there’s someone there” I heard a familiar voice say “I didn’t mean to bother you, but if you need help… I won’t judge” then I recognized the voice, it was my loved friend Hannah.

“It’s me…” I sniffed not moving from my position “(Y/N)” I added.

Silence appeared for a few seconds before I saw under the door how Hannah had sat on the other side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she knew everything I was going through and all my thoughts, sometimes I wondered if she knew me better than I know myself.

“No” my voice cracked in that moment, showing that I was worse than I expected “I don’t know…”

“I know I’ve said this before… but I think you should do something about it and you should definitely talk to Monty and hear what he has to say about it”

Silence appeared again, this time longer than before. I knew Hannah was right, but if I talked about it I feel like the pain wouldn’t stop and if I talk to Monty I didn’t know how that conversation could end up.

I opened the cubicle door and Hannah stood up quickly, wrapping her arms around me instead of say or ask something else, I hugged her back until I felt I had my strength back.

I spent the rest of the hour with her, talking about the possible scenarios I could find when I talk with Monty, even though I don’t think anything could prepare me for what I would find.

When the bell rang again when left the bathroom and Hannah went to her next class, wishing me luck, and I walked to the classroom where I knew I would find Monty.

He was talking to Zach when they exited the class and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat and my body froze, I was close to turn around and leave, run away as fast as I could, but I saw Zack warning Monty of my presence and when he looked at me he stopped talking.

He started walking in my direction; I guess he thought I’d try to run from him, because I saw his surprised expression when he noticed I didn’t move, looking at him all the time.

“Ca-can we talk?” he sounded almost confused.

I just nodded while I bit my lip, so hard that in any moment I could start tasting the blood.

We walked in silence to the gym, which was empty. I drop my bag on the floor next to the bleachers and I turned in his direction.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I’m sorry, please forgive me” He said walking towards me and taking my hands in his.

I looked at our hands and then at him again. People weren’t use to see this side of Monty, how he needed another person and he would do anything to keep someone by his side, even though he hadn’t to act like the asshole everyone thinks he is.

I put my hands away from him and I saw in his eyes how much that hurt him “You haven’t done anything wrong Monty” I said with a weak smile “You are the perfect boyfriend, every girl would be lucky to have you”

I didn’t know if his expression was more confused or surprised by my words.

“But then… why? Why did you break up?” that was the hard part of this conversation.

“Because…” I sighed heavily looking at my hands, I couldn’t stop playing with them “You deserve someone better Monty and-“

“What? What do you mean with someone better?” he said cutting me “I want you (Y/N), I deserve you” he cupped my face with his hands to make me look him in the eyes.

“You don’t get it… I… I can’t give you what you need” I put my hands on his, moving them away from me “I’m sorry Mont, sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me, it is not your fault, I’m a mess and I’m never going to change, I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you because that’s the last thing I wanted to do…”

We stared at each other in silence, I was trying to keep my façade and not start crying and I really think he was feeling the same way because he started biting his lip, something he only does when he’s feeling vulnerable.

“I don’t know what’s going on” he said in a calm tone “But (Y/N), I love you, I am in love with you” he got closer to me if that was even possible “Please tell me what’s happening, let me help you. I’ve tried to ignore it because I know you don’t like to talk about your problems, but this is enough” he put one of his hands in my cheek and that gesture and his words were what he needed to break me and let the tears fall fast through my cheeks.

Without a second thought he brought me towards him and he hugged me, rubbing my hair slowly and kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, like if something was going to try to take him away from me.

It seemed like if we stayed like that for an eternity and I was okay with that, because being between his arms was my favourite place to be.

“I didn’t want to…” I cried griping his shirt “I didn’t want to…” I repeated closing my eyes tightly.

Monty made some space between us to be able to look at me and when I opened my eyes to see him I noticed how worried he was.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” I closed my eyes again and I tighten my lips together trying to find the right way to say what I had to say.

“Something happened to me…” I opened my eyes to see his face when he heard my words through my shaky voice “in that party we went two weeks ago…” my tears started to fall faster and my voice was cracking with every word.

“Wh-what do you mean? What happened?” I could hear how fast his heart was beating in that moment, even faster than mine.

“I drank too much… an-and I went to one of the rooms to rest” I sobbed “someone entered the room… I thought it was you when I felt kisses in my neck” I bit my lip trying to stay as calm as I could “but when I opened my eyes it wasn’t you…” I cried even more than before because of the memory.

I felt his body tense under my hands and how much he was trying to keep himself together.

“I-I tried to push him away… but I couldn’t” he wrapped his arms around me again and I cried with my face hidden in his neck “I was so scared….” I whispered “I tried to scream… fight… and I couldn’t”

“Who did it?” he asked in a cold tone after a few minutes in silence.

I didn’t say anything so he made me look at him and he repeated the question.

“I know what you’ll do if I tell you who did it” I said wiping my tears.

“Of course you know it! I’m going to do what that son of a bitch deserves!” he exclaimed finally losing it “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You should have come to me first” he add softening his voice and trying to make me look him in the eyes.

“Because I still can’t believe this has happened” I answered looking at him and starting my crying again.

“I’m sorry” he said quickly cupping my face with his hands and kissing my forehead “I’m sorry” he said once again “fuck this is so frustrating” he whispered before making me look at him “but you’re going to be okay, I promise” now he seemed to feel guilty and that made me feel even worse “I’m going to be by your side through everything and that asshole it’s going to pay” I shacked my head when I realized what he meant.

“I’m not going to do anything” I said it so weakly that I almost couldn’t hear me, but I know he heard me because of how he reacted.

“You can’t let this go away so easily babe” he tried to sound as calm as he could “You can’t let him go away with what he’s done”

“I can’t do this Monty… I know what’s going to happen if everyone knows about what happened, one way or another people will look at me and talk about me; it’s his word against mine”

“If someone dares to say something about you I’ll make sure they don’t see the sun again” I couldn’t help but smile weakly, even though I wouldn’t let him do anything to anyone it was a relief knowing that I could count on him and that he was by my side no matter what.

“I love you” I said out of nowhere, getting what I wanted, which was see him smile “I just thought you would be better without me after what happened, because I don’t know if I will be the same again” I said looking at him through my glassy eyes.

“There’s nothing you can do that makes me stop loving you” he said caressing my cheeks with his thumbs.

I put my hands on his and I closed my eyes, enjoying the touch of his skin against mine.



“You have to promise me that you won’t do anything if I tell you who did this” I said after a long silence.

I didn’t want to say his name out loud because it was something pretty painful, but I think Monty deserved to know.

“I… I promise you” he said not very sure

I opened my eyes, I knew he would be furious no matter the name I said, but I knew even better that when he heard who did this he probably would lose it, but I had to do it “It was Bryce…” I said feeling a lump on my throat.

I felt his hands tense and I could see how he clenched his jaw; he had to sigh deep a couple of times to control his berating.

I slide my hands through his forearms, making him come back to this moment and not think about all the possible scenarios where he killed Bryce. There was a mix of rage and helplessness in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you, I’m sorry for ruining your birthday” I said with a shaky voice.

“You haven’t ruined anything” he said calmly “You haven’t done anything wrong, do you hear me? So stop apologizing” he added kissing my forehead.

I gave him my best smile thanking him his words “Can we leave?” I asked in a whisper.

He nodded before kissing my lips carefully and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He grabbed my bag and we left for the rest of the day.

After that day I didn’t go to school for a few days, the same way I didn’t go the week after the party, it was like coming back to that again.

Monty came to my house after classes and he stayed until I fell sleep at night, but that day he didn’t showed up at his usual hour, I decided to wait in case something came up and he was coming late, but after an hour I called him, not getting an answer and then I started to get worried.

I went to his house to look for him, I saw his jeep on the entrance and that calmed me a little bit because at least I knew where he was, but when I knock at the door and nothing happened I started to get worried again. I took the emergency key, which I obviously knew where it was and I got in like if I were at my own house.

“Monty?” the house was in complete silence.

I went upstairs to his room and then I heard his voice, in his bathroom, I heard how he was swearing and letting some groans scape his lips.

“Monty?” I asked knocking at the door.

I suddenly stopped hearing him and after a few seconds he unlocked the door, I waited for him to open it, but when he didn’t I pushed it open and then I saw him, he had a black eye and cuts in his nose, cheek and lips.

My eyes were wide open by that moment and I went to him quickly, taking his face between my hands carefully.

“What happened?” I asked worried.

I didn’t get an answer, just the look he gave me every time he does something he know I don’t approve and then I knew it, I knew what he had done so I put my hands away from him.

“I had to do it, I promise you I’ve tried to control it all this time, but today I couldn’t help it anymore” I noticed how his voice was about to crack “I couldn’t do like anything happened after what he did and I wasn’t there to stop it” and then it hit me, he felt more gilt than all the rage he could hold against Bryce and getting in a fight with him was a way to try to release all that guilt.

“Look at me” I said putting my hands on his neck “there’s nothing you could’ve done, you can’t blame yourself for this”

“I should have been with you and nothing would have happened” he said with tears in his eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me, trying to comfort him “stop it Mont, it’s not your fault” I felt his arms around my waist and how his body relaxed under our touch.

I didn’t know how I would get over this or if I could be the same again, stop feeling this fear that something is about to happen all the time or the feeling that I’m hopeless, but if I knew something for sure was that if I had Monty by my side I would be fine and we’d get over this together.

{For Her} a Chris Evans imagine

“Just breathe, babe,” Chris said, trying to stay calm. I was trying, but the breaths wouldn’t come. He sat back in the chair, helpless look on his face. I knew he wanted to help, but there wasn’t nothing else for him to do. I had refused any kind of pain management. It was our first baby and I wanted to be present. I’m crazy.

“Okay, time to push,” the doctor said and I turned to look at Chris. He nodded and walked back over to me, grabbing my hand. “Squeeze as tight as you need to,” he said, giving me the best smile he could muster. “Alright,” I heard the doctor say, “1, 2, 3, push,” she told me and I pushed as hard as I could, desperate for it to just be over. “Doing great, babe,” Chris encouraged, giving me a kiss on the cheek. After a few more pushes, I heard it. Her cries filled the room and the tears poured as I looked at Chris, smiling and tears running down his cheeks.

“You did it,” he told me, leaning over to kiss me. He watched the nurses make sure our daughter was fine and moved to cut the cord. Exhaustion washed over me as I laid my head back and closed my eyes, knowing she was in good hands.

I woke up later to see him curled up in the chair, the tiny bundle in his arms. He was leaning in close to her, whispering. I couldn’t help but cry again as I watched him talking to her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “just like mommy,” he finished, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He noticed me sitting up to watch him and he smiled. He stood up carefully and walked toward me, sitting close to me on the bed. He kissed me and handed her to me. “Thank you,” he told me quietly and I looked up at him. “For what?,” I asked and he smiled. “For her.”

Just a Secretary Tommy x Reader

Here’s my Tommy fic that I’ve made all of you wonderful people wait too long for.

Request: OK so here it is: Tommy being in love with a younger reader and being like super protective/jealous of her around Finn and Michael and smut happening cause she’s a teaser

Hope this is OK anon. I changed it a bit unknowingly.

Warnings: Cursing, terribly written smut

Walking into Shelby Brother Limited, I took off my hat, shaking the drops of rain off my shoulders before hanging my coat up on the hook.

“Good morning boys.” Finn was sitting on Michaels desk, talking in hushed whispers. They both turned towards me, smiles stretching across their faces.

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Girlfriend Or Fangirl?

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Title: Girlfriend Or Fangirl?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word count: 550

Warnings: none!

A/N: This was requested by @lapseasteelis! This is more of a silly fic, so I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

You were sitting in the war room with your book.  It wasn’t just any book.  It was one of Chuck’s Supernatural books.  He gave it to you a long time ago when you first crossed paths with him.  He even encouraged you to read it.  When you were going through an old bag, you found the book in pristine condition.  You decided to read it after all of these years.

You laughed, failing to keep your laughter at a reasonable volume.  “You know Sam,” you shouted from the war room, hoping Sam would hear you.  “I can’t imagine you with short hair, but the picture in my mind is definitely doing it for me.”

Sam glanced over at Dean who was trying to keep his laughter under control.  The younger Winchester rolled his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the book he was reading.  He knew he should have burned that book a long time ago.  But it was a gift and he wasn’t going to burn something like that.

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Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.

A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.

The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.

You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.

Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.

The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.

“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.

“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”

“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”

“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.

“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.

“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”

“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.

“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”

“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you smiled then kissed him.

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“Shirtless.” - Alexander Nylander

Requested - Yes:  Can you write an Alexander Nylander imagine where you see him shirtless for the first time but didn’t except him to be so fit. Thank you and by the way I LOVE your writing.

‘Best friends. That is all we are is best friends.’ I kept telling myself as i sat at the table in my backyard. He rested his hand on my thigh as he sat next to me. Everyone scrambled around us having fun swimming in the pool, drinking a little bit of beer, just like a regular teenage party.

“That slap shot was wicked and you know it.” Alex said not removing his hand. He laughed along with Willy and Mitch.

In minutes the boys got up and went inside to grab more beers. I looked around watching everyone go in and out of the pool. I decided to get up and take off my cover up and join everyone in the pool. Sitting by the edge i hear the other boys come out of the house.

“Where did Y/N go?” Alex said behind me. I look over my shoulder and see him looking around for me. He set his beer on the table and looked over at Mitch. “Do you know where she went?”

I laughed to myself knowing that he couldnt see me but i heard every word he had said. I Kicked my feet in the water everyone around me avoiding coming near me for whatever reason.

“Shes at the pool.” Mitch spoke. I stared at the other side of the pool looking into the vast backyard where people ran around having fun.

“Hey.” He sat down next to me and smiled. “You okay?” He rested his hand back on my thigh.

“Im good i just feel like swimming. “ I smiled up at him. I kicked my feet a little more.

“Well you have to actually go in the pool to swim.” He got up to his feet taking off his shirt revealing his muscles. He threw his shirt to the side and smiled at me. In the blink of an eye he jumped in the pool.

I watched as he swam back to the surface. Pushing the hair out of his face swimming back to me. He pushed my legs apart and stood in between them. He put his arms to my sides. I wasnt sure if this was awkward but it felt natural rather than awkward. I stared at him as he gripped my waist and pulled me into the pool.

“See now youre swimming.” He whispered in my ear and then qucikly swam away teasing me. “Come on Y/N catch me if you can.”

“Id rather not chase you at all.” I smiled not moving from my spot.

“Like you have been with me all these years.” He winked splashing water my way causing me to scowl at him.

I missed that smile …

Kai Parker x Reader

 (593 words , drabble)

(Reader breaks up with her boyfriend and Kai is there for her , in a way she didn’t expect…)

*not my gif


Y/N sat on her couch , a light blanket covering her knees. A box of chocolates was sitting on the small table nearby. She reached for them but someone snatched them away from her.
“Nah - uh. You are cut off.” a male voice said.
“Give them back ! I need them !” she pleaded. It has been only a few days , she had stopped crying even tho her eyes still hurt. Y/N tried to snatch the box from his hands but he was way too fast for her.
Kai put the chocolates out of Y/N’s reach and sat on the other end of the couch , pulling the blanket so it covered his knees too. Y/N was pouting. A small smile showed up on his face before he spoke.
“Look , I know your boyfriend broke up with you … but eating a ton of chocolate is not going to make the pain go away.” Y/N stared at him for a few moments trying to decide what to say and in the end she just sighed. She had to admit it - he was right .. and all the chocolates did was made her feel sticky.
“Fine. Keep the chocolates.” Y/N said as she got up and went to the small cupboard at the other end of the room , opened it and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. “That will have to do then.” she muttered to herself. A blink of an eye later Kai was standing next to her , the bottle in his hand.  He chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly. Y/N let out a frustrated scream.
“Malachai Parker … ” she started “… what part of ‘I am in pain’ don’t you understand?!”  she said walking back to the couch. Sometimes Kai was really getting on her nerves. Emotions were new to him but still , why couldn’t he grasp the concept that she was just trying to shut down the pain , drown it somehow. He had offered to compell the pain away but she had said no. It didn’t seem fair to her.
“I don’t want an easy way out…” Y/N had told him.

Kai returned the bottle where it belonged and caught up with her in a split second using his vampire speed. He grabbed her hand and made her hurt around.
“I have an idea …” he said wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her closer.  "… about something that might take your mind off of this.“ A mischievous smile on his face. 
”What do yo- “ she started to say but never got the chance to finish.
Y/N was so startled at first , she couldn’t register what was happening. Kai had leaned in and kissed her. She pulled back confused and a little shocked. Locking eyes with his she felt happiness flow through her for the first time in days ,only somehow magnified. Kai started saying something but he barely managed to being opening his mouth when she kissed him. He slowly backed her to the couch , climbing on top of her never breaking the kiss. Y/N pulled his body closer to hers. It felt as if electricity was coursing through her veins and she wanted more. She wanted this moment never to end. Far too soon for Y/N’s liking ,  Kai pulled away. He was smiling and Y/N was smiling too.
“There it is!” he said grinning. “I missed that smile !”
“Shhh…” Y/N shushed him “Just kiss me again.” she whispered smiling , pulling him closer again.

NOTE :  This is my first drabble / super short story , hope you guys like it ! :)

“My Brother’s Sister Part 2”

Jax Teller x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)

You smiled at the cheesy biker posters on the wall and walked over to the dresser, pulling out a REAPER CREW shirt and a pair of boxers and striding into the bathroom. 

When you came out of the shower, freshly dressed in your oversized tee shirt and boxers combo, you plopped on the bed. It smelled like detergent and Jax’s cologne and you pulled the blankets up over yourself, the coffee you drank to keep you awake quickly fading as you drifted to sleep. 

You were stirred by the sinking of the bed beside you as your eyes fluttered open, looking up to see Jax, fresh from the shower, in nothing but shorts. 

“Ready for bed?” your voice full of sleep as you sat up to meet his eyes. 

Jax took a second to respond, “Y-yeah,” he stammered, pulling the blankets up to slide underneath them, laying down stiff like a toy soldier beside you. 

You noticed his nervousness and you couldn’t allow yourself to sleep peacefully while one of your brother’s best friends was shitting himself at the idea of sharing a bed with you. 

“Jax,” you spoke, “if it makes you uncomfortable I will sleep on the floor,” the sincerety in your voice put him at least a small bit at ease. 

“No… No its fine I’m just… Hoping Tig doesn’t come looking for you and kill me,” he laughed afterwards, but you knew he was being serious. 

“Chill out, we’re both grown and your door is locked, isn’t it?” you draped your arm across his stomach as you cuddled into his side and he went rigid again for just a moment, making regret wash over you for a millisecond as well, but soon he was exhaling and wrapping his arm around you in return and you were relieved. You loved the way he smelled, how smooth his skin was, how tight his stomach and the muscles underneath were, and you basked in the secure sensation as the both of you drifted back to sleep. 

You awoke the next morning to the sound of the juke box in the main bar room down the hall. It took you a moment to get your bearings, waking up in an unfamiliar place, but soon you remembered where you were and you felt Jax’s arm wrapped around you from behind. You smiled at the contact, closing your eyes again and taking in the feeling of him pressed against you, his hand on your stomach his breath tickling softly at the nape of your neck. Then you noticed something. 

You had no idea how to get out of the situation you were currently in without embarrassing the man sleeping next to you. 

He was asleep, and he had no control over his body, so the fact that his erection was pressing against your backside at that moment wasn’t something you would blame him for, but judging by his relative unease over sharing a bed with you, you already knew that almost any reaction from you would be bad to him. 

Except maybe one…

You placed your hand over his on your torso, lifting it so you could turn to face him, replacing his hand so he was holding your back. He stirred a moment but didn’t fully wake up and you smiled at how adorable this menacing biker was when he was sleeping. 

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss into his neck before continuing to kiss on top of his throat and collar bone. You kissed him like this until he gripped your back and pulled you tighter to him, still not fully awake but enough for his body to respond positively to your touch.

You pulled away from his neck, kissing him on the lips until he began to kiss you back. 

In his sleep, Jax rolled you onto your back and settled between your legs, still kissing you as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed yourself up into him. 

Suddenly his head snapped back and you knew he was awake, you opened your eyes and gave him a smirk, “Good morning handsome,” you winked and he took a deep breath, lifting himself with his arms at either side of your body to hover over you. He looked down between the two of you to study his hard-on before looking back up at you, his eyes a mixture of lust and discomfort. You reached a hand up to his face, looking up at him and stroking his jaw with your thumb and he closed his eyes. You took your free hand, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his member through his shorts and he groaned, hanging his head in defeat as you chuckled.

Finally he looked back up at you, his eyes examining your own, “Tig warned me when I first told him I liked you that if I touched you he would break my jaw…” he trailed off and your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, hoping he wasn’t about to turn you down.

“…Do you think you’ll still like me with a busted up face?”

Your eyes widened as a smile grew across his face and you looked delightedly back at him as he lowered himself back down on top of you, his lips hungrily devouring yours.

In your head, you thanked God for your drunk and inconsiderate brother. 

[SUMMARY: Lisbeth sneaks into Negans compound, eventually finding his bedroom. Negan returns a lot sooner than she expected. As she is hiding, she realizes he is seriously wounded and he collapses in front of her.]

Semi fluff, flirty Negan.

Negan and Lisbeth.

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Warning: Smut!!

You don’t want to sleep with Kai and he doesn’t know why, but when you explain him why, he shows you how amazing it can be

You had been laying on your bed with Kai right beside you, covered with a white blanket, only your feet dangling out of it as it was too short to cover your entire body. The movie was almost done and you could have sworn that Kai’s eyes would actually looking in your direction and where the movies was streaming. You had ignored him this entire time, thinking that maybe he would stop, but no. His eyes were burning through your skin, the tension in your room so obvious that it could have been cut with the sharpest knife out there. The feeling of his eyes on you, not that it made you uncomfortable, but it made your skin feel sensitive. He was your weakness and you were his, but you knew that if you made eye contact with him, you would give yourself to him and you didn’t want that. Yours and Kai’s relationship could have been called a relationship, but there was still something that you and him hadn’t done at all. It was about sex. Even though Kai tried multiple times to do something, make a move or even touch you through your clothes, you slapped his hand away and shook your head no as if you were afraid. There was even that one time when Kai thought that you were a virgin and felt really pissed about you not telling him because he didn’t want to hurt you in any way, but it wasn’t about that. You didn’t feel comfortable doing anything and didn’t want to. The thoughts that had always been going through you mind were that you might lose Kai because of it, but you had been too embarrassed to tell him what all of this was about. Kai had always been careful with you and taking care of you, but there was a small part inside you that thought that he would somehow feel different about what was troubling you and why you hadn’t let him touch you.

‘You have no idea how creepy this is.’ You muttered as you heard Kai chuckle at your words, clearly finding it amusing how you looked while watching tv or doing anything in general.

‘I love watching you. Especially when you look so good, like you do now.’ He whispered on your ear, his warm tongue making a one swift stroke on your earlobe. You looked at him seriously, a huge grin on his face and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He had something planned and you knew it.

‘I’m a mess and have my sweatpants on. I don’t know how you think that’s hot at all.’ You pulled your blanket up a little bit, wrapping it around you a bit more, feeling the warmth of it radiating through your body and keeping you warm besides Kai’s body being unbelievably close to you. He propped himself up on his elbow, and laid on his hip so he could get a better view on you. His finger slowly trailing down your cheek, making invisible patterns on your skin, his soft touch making you chuckle a little bit before you went back to concentrating on the movie even though you have already missed some parts of it. He tucked your hair behind your ear, getting more access to your exposed neck and to your vein that was clearly visible, the blood colliding through it. Kai trailed his finger over it, feeling how your pulse had picked up its pace, knowing immediately that you had gotten nervous for some reason.

'Hungry?’ You blurted out and shot a stronge glance in his direction, your neck getting covered by your hair, but the sound of your beating heart was still pretty loud to him.

'Only for you.’ He stated, seeing how you rolled your eyes at his comment. He hadn’t said anything about it, but you saw that he was slowly starting to get annoyed by your behavior and you knew you couldn’t kept that going, acknowledging that maybe the time has time to tell Kai why you have been acting like that. Moments after, he ignored your words and exhaled deeply, returning to his actions. 'I would love to know what you taste like.’ He whispered on your ear, your body jerking at his words. He could have been referring to different parts of your body, but deep down inside your body, you knew exactly what he meant by that. He started suckling on your earlobe, his hot breath tickling your neck while his one hand slowly slipped under the blanket and tugged at your shirt, his fingertips slowly brushing against your skin. You squirmed in your seat, tried to ignore it, but he slipped his hand further up, getting closer to your bare breasts. You sighed quietly and that was when you grabbed his hand, surprising him.

'Maybe some other time.’ You stuttered and looked him directly into his beautiful eyes, confusion showing on his face, his hand pulling out of your shirt, to run his fingers through his hair in frustration. He wasn’t frustrated because you had been rejecting him every time it came to a possibility of having sex with him. It was because you didn’t want to tell him what was bothering you and he hated living in ignorance. You could have gone away with everything and he forgot it, but not this time. 'I’m sorry, but, I can’t talk about this right now. I have to go.’ You quickly got up off the bed, throwing your blanket on Kai and walked out of the room, leaving the doors opened behind you and stormed right into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. You took a few sips, feeling the cold drink trickle down your throat as you leaned against the kitchen counter and took a deep breath, think how you got away with it once again. But you didn’t. You heard Kai’s footsteps coming closer as seconds passed, nervousness in your body growing higher. You placed your glass into the sink and exhaled heavily, preparing yourself for whatever Kai will have to say. He stopped right behind you, his tall body pressing against yours, towering over you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, them meeting right in front of your stomach. He leaned down a little bit and placed his head on your shoulder, his lips unbelievably close to your ear. He kissed your cheek while his hand slowly massaged your stomach, once again tugging at your shirt.

'You can’t keep running away from me.’ He whispered and turned you around, his hands gently grabbing onto your arms. His pelvis jolted forward, meeting your crotch. 'God you smell nice.’ His hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, just under your butt and picked you up, placing you onto the kitchen counter right next to the sink. He moaned out as if it was the first time he had done something like this. It wasn’t. Even though you like him being so close to you, a part of you always wanted to push him back. He trailed his finger over your thighs, his lips gently pressing against your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin. You closed your eyes and almost gave in, but when it hit you again why you had been rejecting him, you shot them open and pushed him away from you, jumping down off the kitchen counter and took a few steps away from him. A loud sigh escaped his body, his hand quietly pushing away the plate that was near him. You wrapped your arms around you body, like you were trying to protect yourself from him and his actions, as if you didn’t believe him.

'Ok.’ He sat down on one of the chairs that surrounded the table and tapped his thigh a couple of times, motioning you to sit down. 'Come here.’ He said, but you hesitated. 'I promise I won’t bite.’ He said through a slight chuckle, motioning you to sit down like you were a child that needed comforting. 'We, have a lot to talk about.’ He pulled you closer by grabbing your arm slightly as you sat down onto his lap, your legs dangling, completely feeling like a small child.

'What’s there to talk about?’ You asked, acting all innocent and as if nothing was wrong at all, like everything was completely perfect between you and Kai and your relationship.

'Don’t play like that. Something is clearly wrong and you don’t want to tell me. Why?’ His voice was really gentle, his eyes specially glistening, strongly focused on you. You looked down at his lips and then back into his, eyes, running your fingers through your hair before you took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, finally speaking up.

'I don’t like it.’ You blurted out, Kai looking at you utterly confused, not comprehending what you meant by that. He cleared his throat and rubbed his forehead, his hand resting on your back.

'What do you mean? You don’t like what, I’m- I’m afraid I don’t follow.’ He stuttered and placed a lock of hair behind your ear, his palm gently swiftly stroked your cheek. His look was, a look filled with empathy or something, as if you had just told him the worst thing in the world.

'I don’t like- oh god- Sex. I don’t like sex.’ You blurted out, burrying your face in your hands, trying to hide your face from Kai and how embarrassed you were. He kept quiet and you had ben expecting from him to start laughing or even make jokes about it, but he did the exact opposite of that. He planted a soft kiss on your cheek, his hand still mildly caressing your back. He looked down for a few moments and then back at you.

'What do you mean you don’t like sex? I know that you’re not a virgin so I know you have tried it before, I just don’t understand why you- don’t like it.’ He asked.

'It’s- I- When I was-’ You kept stuttering, unsure how to make a simple sentence, even though it was sort of pretty simple.

'You can tell me. It’s ok. You can trust me.’ He showed you a encouraging smile as your body relaxed a little bit, because it was Kai who was right there in front of you. It wasn’t some stranger who wanted to invade your privacy or use something he hadn’t know until now against you. It was your friend, your lover, the only person who made you feel full, who was there for you through thick and thin and who embraced your flaws and your craziness just as you accepted his. He wasn’t perfect, nobody is, but he was perfect to you and every day you had gotten to spend with him has been completely magical.

'When I- When I lost my virginity to my first boyfriend, I- I didn’t enjoy it at all so I thought, well maybe it was because it was my first time and maybe it shouldn’t be perfect or even enjoyable, so I got over it. But when I felt awful with the second guy I slept with, it- I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just that one time, it was every single time and I kept avoiding it as much as I could. Having to sleep with him has been a complete torture because somehow I hate myself after it.’ You trailed off and chuckled for a second, but Kai was quiet, somehow knowing that you weren’t done and gave you some time to take a breath and continue. 'He always, always finished before me. It was always so amazing to him but me, oh boy, I wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. So, I made a conclusion that, maybe sex isn’t my thing. Maybe I shouldn’t be having sex at all.’

'Is that why you had been avoiding me all this time? Avoiding my touch and pushing me away every time it gotten further than just kissing?’ He asked, as you kept looking down at your thighs and played with your fingers. You simply nodded and sighed heavily, Kai’s arms wrapping around you tightly, planting a soft kiss on your arm. 'You could have told me. You know I wouldn’t have judged you or anything. I love you and I would have understand it if you had told me before. There’s nothing for you to worry about.’

'I know, but still. I don’t want to hold you back or anything.’ He furrowed his brows, your words clearly confusing him.

'You are not holding me back. Here’s a thing. How about you try it with-’ you started whining, now really behaving like a kid. 'Listen to me. How about we try it. Promise you it’s amazing and you won’t be disappointed. You just need the right partner, that’s all.’

He shot you a sympathetic look and pouted, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist his adorable pout. You hesitated at first but then nodded and showed him a weak smile as Kai hear your heart starting to beat a lot faster than before.

'Don’t be scared. I promise I’ll make you feel good.’ He whispered, making you weak at the knees, picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, not even after a few seconds finding yourself on the bed, laying on your back with Kai on top of you, his hands roaming down your body, his lips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as you kept moaning in one anothers mouth, trying to catch your breath. As you were wearing only Kai’s shirt and your favourite pair of panties, Kai had an easy access to your body. His hand moved down your front, stopping right above the line of your panties, drawing invisible circles around your belly button while still kissing you, your body jerking up a bit, feeling too excited and wanting more than just that. He smiled into the kiss as you felt his hand sliding inside your panties, feeling your folds, and a single finger slowly slide inside your heat, but only for a split second. He trailed his fingers through your folds and found your clit, adding a slight pressure to it, watching how you had reacted to his move. You closed your eyes at a good feeling of his hands on your, instinctively spreading your legs further apart, allowing Kai to get better access to your lower half. He held his body weight up with his one hand while the other one was making perfect figure eight movements on your clit, your breath hitching every time he added more pressure to it. You couldn’t hold back your moans, every now and then a bit louder one escaping your mouth. Kai couldn’t keep his eyes of you, your moans and how your reacted to him turning him on and wanting to be inside you as soon as possible, but he wanted to make you feel good. He wanted to make sure that he would have make up for every bad experience you had and replace with good ones only. You gripped on his hair slightly and bucked your hips up, your clit pressing against his palm strongly as you felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm. You arched your back, Kai’s fingers picking up their pace, rubbing you perfectly and had no intention of stopping until you had reached your high.

'You look so hot.’ Kai moaned out and kissed you deeply as your walls clenched a few times before your body started shaking, your first orgasm tearing through your body, remembering how got it actually felt and how much pleasure you had gotten out of that. When you came down from your high, Kai pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, devouring his fingers as if it was the most delicious dessert he had ever tried in his life.

'How did that feel?’ He asked you, his fingers tugging at your shirt, but his eyes were deeply staring into yours, your breathing uneven because of an incredible orgasm Kai gave you.

'Amazing.’ You breathed out.

'Good, because I’m far from done with you, sweetheart.’ He trailed off and pulled himself up from the bed, sliding a bit down until he was sitting right between your legs. He leaned forward and found the edge of your panties, hooking his fingers in them and slowly pulled them down, your heat now utterly exposed to his eyes. 'Beautiful.’ He reached out his hand and caressed your folds with his fingers again, your clit still sensitive at a touch. He laid down on his stomach and burried his head inbetween your legs, his tongue pressed flat against your heat. He gave you a slow lick, tasting your arousal, memorising what you taste like. He dipped his tongue into your heat a few times before returning back to your clit, massaging it with his tongue.

'Fuck Kai! Ugh- this- this feels amazing!’ You groaned out, your hands finding Kai’s hair as you intertwined your fingers with it, tugging on it slightly and pushing your hips upwards more onto his mouth. He let out a deep sigh, his hot breath fondling your heat making you moan out loudly. His tongue was moving in perfect circles, getting you closer to your second orgasm, your body shaking once again underneath Kai’s magical touch, his name escaping your mouth over and over again.

'You taste just as how I thought you would. Amazing.’ You covered your face with your hands, feeling slightly embarrassed but they quickly got pushed away by Kai’s hands, his body hovering over yours. 'Don’t be embarrassed. You have a beautiful body. I want to see all of it.’ He muttered and lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it down on the floor as your naked body remained exposed to his beautiful blue eyes. You propped yourself up and placed your hand on Kai’s coated crotch, rubbing him through his jeans, his eyes closing for a split second but he removed your hand just a few seconds later. 'It’s all about you tonight, so don’t worry about that.’ He trailed off while getting up, taking off his shirt over his head, throwing it down on the floor right next to yours, his jeans and his boxers coming off right after. Your eyes went directly down to his manhood, standing up and hard, ready for you, You swallowed hard at the sight of his size, surprised how you hadn’t noticed that ever before. He got back on the bed, crawling on his knees while he rubbed himself with his hand, moving it up and down. You couldn’t contain your excitement and propped yourself up again, slapping his hand away and replacing it with yours, doing the exact same thing he was doing, making small circles on his tip, his pre-cum covering your thumb as you brought it to your mouth, tasting him. He chuckled quietly, amused as to how innocent and cute you looked while doing the sexiest and the hottest thing out there.

'You will be the death of me.’ He muttered and got on top of you, placing himself right at your entrance. 'Ready?’ He asked, studying your face expression, making sure that you were ok. He was acting as if it was your first time and well, after such a long time, it sure made you feel like it. You nodded and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body as you felt him slowly entering you inch by inch, filling you up completely.

'You’re so tight, holy shit.’ Kai groaned out, his lips slightly parted, the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him driving him crazy. He kept still for a few moments, waiting for you to adjust to his size, but when you bucked your hips up, you showed him that you were more than ready for him to move. He slowly withdraw and then went back in at the same pace, filling you up to the hilt. His thrusts were slow and deep, making your breath hitch every time he thrusted into you, constantly filling you up. After some time, you had felt that he was holding himself back, as if he was afraid to thrust into you at any other pace besides slow. You groaned and grabbed onto his strong biceps tightly, trying to find some breath to speak up.

'You know, I’m not made of glass, you can go faster.’ You moaned out as Kai stopped thrusting for a few moments, wanting to understand you clearly.

'Are you sure? I don’t have to, I-’

'Just do it. I really, really want you to go faster. Please, Kai.’ You practically begged him to speed up, the feeling of him inside you felt like nothing else you had felt in your life. You felt full and this time, you really were full. He kissed you on the lips swiftly and withdraw himself before he thrusted into you in one swift motion, making you breath hitch. He kept repeating it, his thrusting becoming more obvious and stronger, making you arch your back and grab onto the bed sheets as you felt the build up in your stomach becoming more obvious as each second passed.

'Kai, I’m so fucking close- I-I can feel it-’

'I know. Just a little longer. I’ll be right behind you.’ He breathed out, his hips meeting yours in a perfect rhythm, your nails digging into his back whenever he thrusted harder than before. It wasn’t rough, it was just the way it was supposed to be and it felt amazing. So amazing you didn’t want him to stop. 'Kai-’ You moaned and finally clenched your walls around Kai, your third orgasm tearing through your body, your nails dragging lines on Kai’s back as you arched your back, triggering Kai’s orgasm as he came inside you in couple of short spurts, riding through yours and his orgasm entirely. He collapsed on top of you, sweat beads formed on his forehead.

'Fuck.’ He breathed out and pulled out of you slowly, pulling you closely to his body, his arms wrapping around you. You chuckled and pecked his lips, both of you catching your breath and trying to comprehend how amazing that was. 'How do you feel?’ He asked, his eyes focused on you, waiting for your answer.

'It felt like- It felt like I want to do it again, and again and again until we can’t function anymore.’ You breathed out, catching Kai by surprise, his eyes going wide for a second. He smiled at you before went back to kissing your plump lips as you climbed on his crotch, feeling him getting hard again, both of you ready for round two and maybe even round three, even if it took all night.

#29 #21 #12 with happy 😊

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” “How is my wife more badass than me?”

Badass Mrs. Lowman

“Mornin’ Reaper” I heard from the hall, I was currently reading a book at the sofa eating some fruit. Happy coming to sight a few seconds later.

“Good morning, Mrs. Lowman” he said with a groggy voice, giving me a soft kiss before stealing a piece of fruit from my bowl.

“Hey” I said playfully, smiling widely at my man “Are you going to be out all day today?” I asked and he nodded with a growl “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be at my mother’s today” I said  

“Say hi to your mama from me” he said giving me a kiss “Stay safe my love, let me know if anything happens” I kissed him goodbye before continuing reading my book, I carried on with my day cleaning the place before heading out to my mother’s but while I was getting ready I got a call from my mom saying she was meeting up with a few friends she hasn’t seen in years so I quickly hang up not wanting to listen to the whole story of each women I have never met before.

The day was normal so far, I was enjoying myself with a cup of wine when I heard a loud noise coming from the back of the house, I turned around to pick up one of the many guns hidden around the house and I walked to the back looking at Reaper who quickly ran to hide behind one of the sofas “coward” I said softly to the German Shepherd.

I saw the backdoor’s knob start to move and I ran to one of the closest rooms to shot the person as soon as I saw them, a young boy came into my sight and I quickly hit him with the back of the gun to try and bring him down, I noticed the familiar kutte as soon as the body hit the ground.

“Hap” I said quickly gripping the phone in my hand “I think I just killed a prospect” Happy told me he would be home soon so I just looked expectantly to the prospect to show a sign of being alive and the young man started moving quickly getting up looking at me with fear in his eyes.

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me” he said and I looked at him like if he was crazy then remembering the gun in my hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry” I said putting it away “Can you explain to me what are you doing here?”

“Happy sent me to get one of his tattoo guns” he said with a stutter and I nodded, before moving to the kitchen and taking him a glass of water then I heard the familiar sound approaching.

“Darling?” he said entering the place and looking at the young guy drinking a glass of water “What the hell happened here?” he said “And where the hell is the dog I bought to protect this place?”

“She’s behind the sofa” I said biting my nails “I’m sorry I hit the prospect, he came from the back”

“I thought you were at your mama’s” he said and I nodded

“She had other plans”

“Sorry about scaring you ma’am” said the prospect making us both remember his presence.

“No worries” I said quickly dismissing him “The gun is on the room at your left, first drawer” I said and the prospect nodded before walking to the room.

“You took him out just like that?” said Happy looking at me. “How is my wife more badass than me?” he said and I laughed slightly before giving him a kiss.

“Please if you are going to send prospects to get things tell me” I said and he nodded kissing me once again.