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Church Boy’s Moan Louder part two finally

ayy puns

too much plot whoop

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

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

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

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

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

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Broken Bones - Bucky X Reader



Summary: You’re a SHIELD agent and somehow Hydra has found out about your intimate relationship with Bucky, which takes a lethal turn for your part.

Warnings: Graphic violence, torture.

Words: 1 753 (+ a few cause I added some)

A/N: This is short with a cheesy ending but I’ll try and make my posts longer in the future! Alos, please send me requests, or just message me to chat tbh. I’m always up for a good convo.

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Her breath was ragged, her entire body pulsing from the pain. Blood dripped from her bottom lip and her nose and slowly cascaded down her skin from multiple wounds across her body.

“Tell me.” The Hydra agent ordered again, grabbing a firm grip of her trigger finger. She felt her heart begin to race and her breathing increase. “Tell me where the Winter Soldier is.”

She would never tell them where Bucky was. They could kill her if they felt like it. Never would she risk that man’s safety. He had been with Hydra before and god knows he had been through enough.

The agent forced her finger back abruptly and a loud crack echoed in the room as her finger laid flat against the top of her hand. She let in a sharp breath, somehow managing to not scream from the pure agony she was in. Blood rushed to her now broken finger which caused it to both swell and turn purple along with the already forming bruises around the base of her finger.

She looked down as the agent let go and her finger laid still, her muscles unable to move it. He then moved on to the next finger in line but hesitated.

“Maybe finger isn’t enough?” He said in his heavy, german accent, his hand beginning to travel across her body disgustingly. “Maybe leg? Or arm? Maybe even rib? So many possibilities…”

“Stop touching me, you twisted fuck.” She spat out angrily. “You and your psychotic little bitch friends will never find him. You’re going to have to kill me first.”

The agent looked down at her, eyes cold as stone. “Maybe we will.”

Without warning, he snatched a metal pipe from a cart of tools nearby and slammed it with all his strength into her leg. The bone splintered and pierced through her flesh, causing blood to splash onto the pipe as well as the floor. She couldn’t keep her voice back that time but screamed as loud as her vocal chords would allow her to. She felt the taste of blood from the raspy scream which tore at her throat as an unimaginable pain radiated from below her knee. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel the unnatural angle her leg was in and she felt sick to the very core of her body.

“Where is he, Agent Y/L/N?” The man sang out, walking around her. “I know you know where he is. After all, you two are rather intimate, are you not?”

She was on the verge of passing out but his sentence sent a shiver down her spine that woke her up.

How could he know? Not even the rest of the Avengers knew. Her and Bucky had slept together a handful of times, all of them which were more than secluded and private. Not even the team could find them at those times if they wanted to.

Throw her in her cell, she’s useless at the moment.” The man ordered in German which she knew from five years of studying when she was younger.

Two other agents, clearly underdogs, grabbed her under her arms and hauled her off of her seat and down the hallway. Her body was shaking in pain and she felt her leg dangle behind her, the pieces of bone cracking and crunching inside of her.

They took her to the cell where she had been held for almost a week already. The walls were covered in mold and roaches crawled in the ceiling, but at least she was alone.

They threw her inside and she fell flat on her stomach, hitting her head against the concrete floor which was enough of an impact to knock her out. She laid lifelessly in the murky puddle of old rainwater that had seeped in, peacefully unaware of her surroundings for just a moment.

Bucky fired yet another shot which killed yet another Hydra spy. Steve was ahead somewhere and Natasha behind him. Sam was circling the premises incase reinforcement would show.

He carried his machine gun as steady as a rock, turning quickly around every corner of the labyrinth like facility which gave him the creeps.

“East wing cleared.” Natasha informed over the intercom. In the distance, bouncing down the long hallways, Bucky could hear the whistling sound of Steve’s shield flying through the air before hitting something, followed by multiple gunshots. He didn’t doubt Steve’s competence for a second though and paid more mind to his own surroundings as he knew Steve would be able to handle himself just fine.

Bucky turned another corner and was faced with a steep corridor with a door guarded by two men. He opened fire instantly and killed the two guards before proceeding. He snatched the keycard from one of the them and slid it through the scanner beside the door, the mechanism buzzing before unlocking the reinforced, steel, barrier.

The room inside was free of Hydra but amongst the cells which stretched from one end of the narrow room to the other, he could see Y/N. She was laying on the floor, eerily still and bloody.

“Y/N!” He shouted out, throwing his weapon to the ground with a loud slam and running to her cell. He gripped onto the electronic lock with his metal hand and began to crush it brutally until sparks began to fly and its lights faded to black. After that, he managed to rip the entire door loose off its hinges and he threw it down the room and rushed inside.

His heart ached as he saw her sickly twisted leg and her blue and almost black finger which was just as twisted. Her grabbed her body, his heart stopping completely as he felt how cold she was and upon noticing how truly pale her skin was.

No…” A tear instantly fell from his eye. “No, please…”

Steve rushed into the room suddenly and in the blink of an eye, Bucky had grabbed his handgun from its holster and aimed for the entrance to the cell room. When seeing it was Steve, his hand began to tremble until the gun slipped from his grip.

He grabbed a hold of Y/N again and began to turn her around. As her leg began to move with her, she suddenly jolted to consciousness and let out a scream of pain. Bucky could feel his heart drop to the bottom of his chest and his lips parted as he grabbed Y/N’s cheek, laying her in his lap.

“Oh thank god…” He knelt down and rested his lips against her wet forehead. Steve stood by the ripped open cell door, seeing a new side to Bucky and Y/N’s partnership which he had found plausible multiple times but had never though they would ever let happen.

Bucky pressed an obvious kiss to Y/N’s forehead which was enough for Steve to confirm his theory. “I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried out, knowing damn well that Y/N had been abducted because of him. Ever since he was put in the public eye after the dispute between Steve and Tony, Hydra had risen from their grave and had began their search for him. The Avengers had taken extreme measures to keep Bucky out of Hydra’s hands, but they hadn’t thought about everyone else on the team being possible victims.

“I need blood.” She stuttered, whimpering. “I’ve lost a lot, I don’t know how much exactly, but a lot…”

“We’re taking you home, Y/N, I swear.” Steve promised and her eyes looked past Bucky and to the entrance of her cell where Steve was kneeling, pity overtaking his features for the girl who had been a SHIELD agent for less than a year.

Her eyes suddenly opened. Her eyelids hung low and her vision was blurry but she could still see. She felt a needle sting in the fold of her arm as she moved slightly and could feel a slight pressure around her left leg and right index.

“Hey…” She would recognize that soft and rumbling voice anywhere at anytime.

She detected movement to her left and forced her eyes open, spotting a red-eyed Bucky smiling painfully down at her. “Hi there, you big looser.”

He let out a short laugh, making his tears stay inside for her sake. “I see your personality survived?” It was both a question and a statement as he was assuming but needed confirmation.

“All of me did.” She assured, but then doubted herself as she focused on the pressure around her leg and finger again. “At least as far as I know?”

Bucky got the hint. “It’s going to take time, but Cho says you will heal. Let it rest properly and you will have full functionality in both your leg and finger again.” Bucky said as he pulled a chair up to the side of her hospital bed and took a seat.

“Sounds promising.” She groaned as she accidentally moved her upper body, recalling the kicks she had received in her stomach. “God, that hurts.”

“I’m so sorry…” Bucky couldn’t contain it any longer. He reached both his hands out and held Y/N’s left one in them. “I’m so sorry for what they did to you. It should have been me-”

“I want to kiss you to shut you the hell up, but I can’t reach you.” She interrupted him with a frown and a hint of anger mixed with a dozen of other emotions.

Hesitantly, Bucky rose from his seat and leaned down to her, softly placing his lips against hers as if she would break from his mere touch.

She placed her left hand on his cheek and savored the peaceful moment that had already made all of the torture worth it. “Don’t judge yourself so harshly… Do you think I judge myself for all the mistakes I’ve ever done?”

He knew she didn’t, so he shook his head.. She was the strongest person he knew. She would never allow to be that weak, not for anyone and definitely not for herself.

“Exactly, so let’s move on from this. Torture was sooo yesterday…” She sassily raised her hand and made Bucky chuckle involuntarily. “I’m all about the latest fashion.”

He looked at her with so much admiration he could never put it into words. “And what’s that?”

She smiled. She had feared for her life when she was a prisoner of Hydra. They had tortured her like never before using both mental and physical techniques. To see Bucky again was like realizing what life she could have missed had she been killed by them.

She soothed her thumb over his cheek as she cupped his face again. “Us.”


Summary: Marriage and a contract…from the cold, intimidating man who was next in line to run the multi-billion dollar, Lodi Industries. 

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

The opportunity he offered you was too great to pass up. There was no other choice. You had to save your family.

“Mom it’s okay. You don’t have to worry anymore. You and dad can live peacefully now. If I accept, he’ll pay off the rest of the debt and the interest. Everything’s okay now.” You cried, packing your bags and comforting your parents.

“But why do you have to go like this? So suddenly? Don’t go Y/N, if he wants to marry you then he can do it properly.” Your dad said grimy.

“It has to be this way, I’m sorry. When everything’s settled then I’ll call you guys I promise.” You smiled, trying to stay strong. “I love you.”

Dragging your bags out of the apartment, you rushed downstairs and got into the cab he sent.

You felt scared, unsure if this was the right decision but it was a decision that you made nonetheless. There was no turning back now. It’s for your parents’ sakes.

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anonymous asked:

Okay i looked back at my request and yes it does sound like rape and I'M SO SORRY. I'M ASHAMED.. maybe you just were having sex and he hurt you by accident and you got upset but he comforted you and apologised sincerely


The door slamming shut was enough to joust you awake from the sleep that you had been entertaining for hours. A thin trail of spit was connected from your hand to your mouth causing you to curse silently and wipe off your face rolling on your back. You knew that Namjoon was home, but being so exhausted from your own work day you simply laid there in bed waiting for him to come to you. The air was chilling your bones, but it was nothing the comforter couldn’t fix. You felt yourself drifting back to sleep, but then the door was being pushed open by a fuming Namjoon that was red. His shirt rolled up on his arms and tucked to show his biceps, his black sweat pants baggy and around his waist. You licked your lips watching him move around the room with his freshly dyed purple hair back. He was sinful and beautiful without even trying. You didn’t say too much you just admired him as he threw off his clothes getting ready to shower was what you assumed.

“Come here..” You mumbled with a slight yawn reaching out for him and sitting up so that he would notice you and jump out of his thoughts.

“No jagi. No.” Namjoon warned sternly looking at you with his clothes balled up in his hand as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“I always help..” You pouted looking at him defeated sighing and crossing your arms. Every time that Namjoon was in an uproar you would always help letting him fuck you until all his anger was gone. Usually it got him to calm down enough to have him talk it out with you, but tonight it seemed like he wasn’t budging. He looked at you paused in his stance, gritting his teeth you heard him mumble ‘fuck it’ and set his clothes onto your shared counter before he was walking back to you eyes dark and hooded. Towering over you Namjoon gripped at the back of your hair his hands in your messy disheveled hair pulling it back a little too hard for your liking. His lips crashing roughly against yours Namjoon yanked the cover down passed your exposed thighs letting his free hand hungrily trail up your body until he was sliding it under the only thing you had on which was one of his blue shirts that was loose on your body.

Plunging his fingers inside of your wet heat, Namjoon was anything but gentle his anger consuming the monster inside of him slowly. Your hand reached out to grab at his wrist to slow him down a bit, at least until you adjusted but he was not giving in keeping the same pace up because he knew that you could take whatever he gave to you. Namjoon pulled back from the kiss quickly flipping you on your stomach lifting the shirt up so that he could see your ass. Delivering slap after slap onto your heated skin the male gripped at your hips aligning himself with your entrance.

“Namjoon wait-“ You tried to call out but it was too late, he was surging his hips forward releasing a strangled moan as your walls stretched out and molded to his shaft. He didn’t let you adjust pulling out and slamming back into your heat. Your hands gripped at the sheets as you whimpered and felt your eyes brim with tears trying to take the rough fuck he was giving you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like rough sex, you did you craved it most of the time he even touched you. But tonight, it wasn’t as if he was fucking you so that you could take care of him like always, he was just so consumed by his anger it was as if he was taking it out on your body and that was something that you didn’t like to feel at all. His hands holding onto your hips too tight, his nails biting into your skin caused you to whine as you buried your face into the sheets shutting yourself up. Namjoon lifted one hand letting his nails rake up your back until he was grabbing at your hair pulling your body up causing you to arch your back. Namjoon’s balls slapped against your ass, as his dick buried deep inside of you cutting your breath short and letting your head spin. He let your hips go completely to let his other hand busy itself with your clit rubbing the throbbing bud like there was no tomorrow. Moaning his name because of the pleasure you couldn’t help but cum for him, all too quickly for your liking. And Namjoon after a few more harsh thrusts followed suit cumming inside of you and letting you go. He walked into the bathroom once he was done turning on some rap music on his phone leaving you there on the bed feeling like a cheap hookup.

Sighing you told yourself not to cry, hands fumbling with the oversized shirt you reassured yourself it was ok as you crawled back under the covers letting more tears pull from your eyes as you stare at the wall in front of you. A lot of thoughts raced through your mind and you didn’t understand how come you couldn’t shake this hurt feeling. It wasn’t like you guys never fucked this way before and most times you did enjoy every second of it, but here and now you felt bitter and you didn’t even know if you really wanted the male to touch you for the rest of the night. You didn’t know how long you had stayed in the same position but soon Namjoon was coming out singing and moving his hips as he climbed onto the bed and under the covers with you. His hands reached out to hold you but out of instinct you jumped from him, your heart beating fast as you sat on your ass looking at the male who immediately went from a dimpled grin to a concerned frowned.

“Jagi?” He questioned reaching out for you but you slapped his hand away curling up into yourself.

“D-don’t touch me.” You whispered softly hands hugging your legs. Namjoon sat up a bit his eyes never leaving yours.

“Did. Something happen while I was in the shower?” He questioned clearly confused on everything.

“Why didn’t you stop when I asked you?” You asked softly looking down at the bed.

“What the hell? When did you say stop?” Namjoon asked again his voice raising causing you to flinch.

“I said Namjoon wait. And you just kept going.” You said softly feeling your eyes brim.

“So, you didn’t want it?!” He questioned again and the harshness of his tone made you jump because now it just sounded like he raped you and that was not at all what you were trying to say. Sighing softly your hands reached up to play in your hair and you shook your head no trying to steady your voice and think of what you wanted to say.

“It’s not that.. You just, usually talk to me about what’s going on before we do it.. And you were so mad, I didn’t feel like you were coming to me to let me comfort but more like we were hate fucking?” You asked yourself nodding. “I tried to grab at your hand but you didn’t take the hint. I told you to wait because I wanted to adjust to you. Usually I’m all for the rough sex but not when you don’t talk to me. I just feel like I’m an object and not your girlfriend.” You admitted chewing on your jaw. Emotions flooded over Namjoon’s face before he was grabbing you to gently pull you into his arms and under the cover. Opening his mouth to let his soft deep somber voice soothe you.

“I tried to warn you Y/N. I knew the moment you called my name what you wanted. And I was so angry, that’s why I told you no. It wasn’t because I didn’t want you. But I know my strength and I know how I get when I’m mad. That being said, you wanted me and I’ll never tell you no, that you know already. I am sorry that I hurt you, and I’m so sorry you felt like an object. Whenever I touch, taste or feel you I just lose myself and it is hard to regain it because you make me lose my mind. That’s still no excuse. And I promise from now on I’ll never touch you like that again until we talk about it. Do you forgive me?” Namjoon asked softly his eyes staring into yours as he tried to get you to smile. His dimples popped out even when he was trying to be serious and the regret mixed with sorrow was enough to make you poke at his dimples and nod your head kissing his lips.

“I forgive you Nams.” You said sweetly cuddling into his side letting him hold you and kiss it better.


Alright even in the midst of this, I really had a hard time writing this because it still seems like force and once again anon this subject is a bit too close to home. But I did it, please guys don’t request anything like this or close because I don’t think I’d be able to write it if it’s along the lines of sex and someone getting hurt. Because sex shouldn’t be like that especially when you’re thinking about your favorite bias ;)

Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Nine

Word Count: 1696

Warnings: None?

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten

You wake up nauseous from the jet lag. Groggy, you stretch yourself out on the soft sheets. Rubbing your eyes, trying to adjust to the new light. You lay in bed a couple minutes waiting for your body to wake up before you head to the bathroom. Brushing your teeth and making yourself presentable. You walk to the closet to change into different, yet still comfortable clothes. Before leaving the room, you pass by the window that is now showing the glistening Baltic Sea in the backyard. The blue from the sky reflecting off the waves reminded you of a familiar pair of eyes. Ones you’re hoping to see soon.

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Don’t listen to them, being you is more than enough.

Ring of Spell Altering

My friend told me about this DnD magic item. You can use it, when you cast a spell, to add/remove/change one of the spell’s letters to create a new spell. Some of our favorites were:
Wall of Rice
Mold Person
Chill Couch
Clown of Madness
Lame Ray
Leomund’s Tiny Hat
Speak with Dad
Bestow Purse

Damsel In Distress Pt.2 [Bodyguard!Jungkook]

Summary: It was Jungkook’s job to protect you. To keep you safe and away from the danger in the world. But you wished he was there to rescue the damsel in distress by love, not by obligations.

Genre: Angst and fluff // three cups of cliche, beware

Words: 2.3 k

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood

Parts: pt.1 ; pt. 2 ; pt.3 ; pt.4 (coming soon)

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anonymous asked:

Can you write something based on that pic of Miles Heizer wearing a choker that says "boy toy" 😭😍

I didn’t really know what to do with this one so I just took it as ‘alex is wearing this choker and justin is very happy about it’. I hope this is okay :)

The first thing Justin notices when he walks into school is Alex. That isn’t unusual–the first person Justin looked for when he turned up anywhere was Alex–but this time it’s different. His eyes take in the blonde’s side profile and unusual bleached hair when he spots him with Zach at next to the lockers before they fall to the red band wrapped snuggly around his neck.

He looks at him and almost chokes because Alex is wearing a deep red, leather choker with a silver ring in the middle and the words ‘BOY TOY’ emblazoned in capitol letters across the front.

Justin can’t even find it in himself to be surprised. His boyfriend has always been fond of those particular accessories, and he’s not one to care about what people think, so he isn’t surprised it’s no different in school. But he may be slightly surprised that he chose one this bold. 


He keeps his pace slow as he walks towards them, hoping he’s able to compose himself before he actually gets there. But Zach notices him and smirks, and he knows he’s failing miserably.

He glares at the other jock when he’s only a few feet away just before Alex finally notices him and smiles. He comes to stand in front of them and Alex pulls him in to peck his lips softly. 

Justin can only smile at him dazedly, speechless now that he can see him so close. Alex smiles back, raising his eyebrows slightly. Justin realises he’d greeted him with a soft ‘hi’, and he tries to shake himself out of his daze, clearing his throat.


The reply still comes out as a croak and Zach lets out a cough. It’s the kind you use to cover a laugh, and Justin resists the urge to glare at him again. The feat is made a lot easier by the fact he still can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Alex.

Alex’s brows raise further and he looks at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Justin doesn’t trust himself to speak again, so he nods, smiling reassuringly. Zach is still grinning and Alex doesn’t look convinced, but the subject drops for the moment.

He doesn’t see Alex again until third period, where he turns up late. Alex gives him a small smile before he slips into the seat behind him, and he feels suddenly glad they don’t have any time to talk. 

The choker’s still snug around Alex’s neck, and even though Justin only has a view from the back, it immediately distracts him. He takes in the stark difference of the red against Alex’s light skin and the pale blonde of his hair; the spot where the chain’s fastened against the back of his neck, the extra links trailing down underneath the collar of his shirt.

He suddenly remembers the front of it, they way it looked when Alex smiled at him this morning–the ring in the center matching his septum piercing, the two short words eliciting wild thoughts and images in Justin’s mind.

He tips his head back and closes his eyes now, forcing back a frustrated groan and cursing his boyfriend’s good looks silently.

At lunch, Justin still can’t find it in himself to speak. He sits mostly silent at the cafeteria table, his arm around Alex’s shoulders and eyes constantly drifting to the damn choker. Zach is still smirking, and he knows Jeff and Monty had also caught on, the three of them grinning in amusement any time Justin tried to speak.

Justin ignores them, wondering how Alex himself hasn’t realised what he’s doing to him. His fingers itch to touch and he curls the arm he has around the younger boys neck, brushing the lettering on the choker with his fingertips. Alex’s expression doesn’t change, he isn’t paying any mind to Justin and it causes the senior to frown.

He decides it’s necessary, then, and reaches for the ring in the center. He flicks it, runs his fingers around the rim, and twists it through the hooks that keep it in place, turning it with his thumb and forefinger.

Alex either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, resting comfortably against Justin and talking to their friends before sitting up. “I have to get a book from my locker,” he tells them, using the table to push himself up and leaving Justin with his arm half hanging in the air.

As soon as Alex leaves the table, Monty starts laughing. He looks at Justin. “Dude,” he starts, still grinning, “you’re so whipped.” 

Justin flips him off and ignores them all as the others join is.

Once they’re in Alex’s room that evening with the door shut behind them Justin is pressing Alex against the wall and molding their lips together. The younger boy lets out a noise of surprise but kisses back, hands reaching up tangle in Justin’s hair. Justin’s own hands have a tight grip on Alex’s waist, holding him in place as he slips his tongue into his mouth.

His fingers play with the hem of Alex’s shirt before he slips his hands under, smoothing them over the soft skin as Alex shivers. They both lose their shirts quickly before Alex pushes him away slightly, looking at him in question, lips red and swollen.

Justin reaches up and hooks a finger in the ring of the choker, tugging it slightly. “I wanna see what you look like in this choker,” he tells him, and Alex’s brows furrow in confusion. Justin grins, pressing a kiss to his jaw before elaborating.

“Just the choker.”

I love Miles. And I love this pic. I love Miles in this pic. So should you. So please enjoy his adorableness.


Requested by anon.


You were in bed, in nothing but your panties and one of Hans old shirts. It made you feel close to him whenever he was out, flying around.

But today, he was finally back home. He was exhausted to say the least.

He slipped into his pajama bottoms, and threw his shirt into the pile of clothes. His eyes glued to your body, and immediately, he felt himself twitch under the thin fabric.

“What?” You exhaled, placing your book on to the night stand.

He shrugged his shoulders as he climbed into bed next to you. “I just love watching you read.” He muttered.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up. I bet you’d much rather fly than watch me read.”

Han shook his head, and gently cupped your cheek. Grazing his thumb on the smoothness of your skin. “The Millennium Falcon has nothing on you, sweetheart.”

He closed the small distance between you two and collided his lips to yours. It’s been a week since you’ve felt him, tasted him. And honestly, you missed it more than ever.

You gradually tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he moved his hand to your back, holding you in his arms.

“God, I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered in between kisses.

You could feel Han’s lips curve just a bit and a small chuckle escape him.

He climbed over you, and pressed his lips to your neck, making his way down to the waist.

The sensation of his lips caused you to shudder.

As he reached the area of your waist, he began running his hands up and down your thigh. He would be inches away from your already drenched panties then immediately pull back down.

It drove you insane.

He loved watching you grow impatient. It somehow turned him on even more. Which was why he enjoyed teasing you until you had enough.

But as the minutes came and gone, Han felt his shaft grow hard.

“Solo, stop playing games.” You demanded.

He furrowed his brows, as a smile battled to form on his lips. “Whose playing games?”

You snarled at him, making him belt out in laughter. You couldn’t take it anymore.

As he was laughing, you threw your shirt off you, exposing your breasts. Making him shut up immediately.

You raised an eye brow at him, and flashed a cynical smile. “Like what you see?”

He quickly licked his lips, feeling himself rustle under his pants. “Dammit woman, you are going to be the death of me.”

Without missing a beat, he crashed his lips to yours, hovering over you as he ran his hand down your body until his fingers met your clit.

You let out a soft moan, feeling your stomach flutter from his sudden touch.

Han was done with teasing. He was at the point of no return. And he couldn’t hide it any longer.

He pulled your panties off, along with his pants, and boxers. He positioned himself between your legs and gripped himself in his hand.

You wanted him more than ever. To feel him inside of you. The anticipation was killing you.

Carefully you helped him meet your drenched flower, his tip teasing you. He pushed himself in slowly, giving you time to adjust to him.

You both let out a breath of relief as he entered inside of you. Your walls molded around him. He almost forgotten how tight you were, making him shake for a moment.

He steadied his pace, sliding out until the tip was barely touching you, then shoving himself back in until there was nothing more of him.

You were on a high. And your mind was hazed with nothing but serenity.
Han’s breathing grew harsh. Feeling you around him, and calling out his name, drove him crazy.

His hard cock hit every right spot, his waist rubbed against your already swollen clit. You were on a high. Constantly trying to breathe and keep from screaming. His dick throbbed inside of you, your loud moans bordering screams that only encouraged him to fuck you faster.

“I want you to cum for me.” He growled.

And within that next minute, you felt yourself reach your peak. You arched your back as your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids. Your heart raced as you let out soft whimpers of pleasure.

“Fuck, han!” You exhaled, feeling your body shake.

The sound of his name roll off your tongue and the way your walls throbbed around him, he was about to burst.

With on last thrust, he pulled out and felt himself let go all over your stomach. His eyes rolled back as he panted and grunted.

Watching him made your stomach flutter. You weren’t sure why, but seeing him this way always turned you on.

“Shit.” He mumbled. His chest heaving as he tried to catch a breath.

You let out a chuckle as he rolled over on to his back. “That was fun.”

He reached for a tissue and handed it to you, with a smirk plastered on to his face. “Had to show you just how much I missed you.”

“Han Solo missed me?” You pretended to act surprised.

He rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Alright, don’t get cocky kid.”

Han pressed his lips to yours, and stared deeply into you. “I love you Y/N.” He whispered.

“I know.” You muttered.

You wiped the cum off you. “I should make you clean this up since you were the one who made the mess!” You cackled.

Han was knocked out immediately after turning on to his stomach. With all the flying and running around and now this, he was exhausted.

You let out a soft chuckle, as you threw the tissue away and wrapped your arm around him.
And gently pressed your lips against his shoulder.

“Goodnight.” You whispered.

i am a house

with cracks in the walls
leaky pipes and mold in the bathtub
red wine stains on a discolored carpet
when light shines through my broken windows
you can see all the dust floating like bad thoughts

i am a house

with hidden rooms but no keys
a yard of overgrown grass and weeds
scattered with toys abandoned with lost memories

i am a house

with peeling paint
creaking stairs and doors that jam
i’m either too hot or too cold
and i’ll never warn you of which one i’ll be

but that does not give you the right to tear me down
just because you want something better

— i am a house (k.a.)

I’m Not Gay, Standall (Justlex Fic)

Based on a request from @justcuchu, basically they actually came up with the whole thing, I just wrote it in more words, all creds to them cause I totally loved this idea

Word count: 1,728

Cross Posted: Ao3


Justin stands against the lockers amidst a group of jocks, Bryce and Monty stood to his right with Zach on his left. He was only mildly paying attention, his mind wandering as the other boys watched and discussed the people passing them in the halls.

He vaguely hears Monty’s whistle before they start talking about some girl’s ass, and he rolls his eyes. He feels an elbow in his side and looks over to Bryce, who still has his eyes trained on someone in the hall. “Bet you could get some of that ass, Foley.” 

Justin follows his gaze, and confusion wells up in his chest. His eyes take in the bleached hair and lanky frame and he shifts uncomfortably, hoping this is just another stupid joke. 

Why else would they be checking out Alex Standall’s ass? Why am I? 

“Why the fuck would I want any of Standall’s ass?” He asks incredulously, his tone bordering on defensive. “I’m not fucking gay.” 

His gaze is still lingering on said boy, eyes trailing over his long legs before he forces his eyes upwards, surprised to find bright blue eyes looking back at him. He looks away quickly, only to find the jocks around him staring at his with a mixture of confused frowns and raised brows. 

“The hell are you talking about, Justy?” Bryce looks at him curiously. 

Justin shrugs. “I’m not the one checking out another guy’s butt.” 

Bryce’s brows shoot up, and Justin can make out the layer of disgust that falls over his eyes at the words. Justin shifts uncomfortably once more, before Monty speaks up.

“Pretty sure you were the only one that was, actually.” He nods his head at something down the hall. “We were talking about the new hot chick that hangs around with Crimson. You missed out, bro.” 

He feels relief flood through him as the subject changes, and for once he feels grateful for Monty.

This time he tries to pay attention to the conversation, and misses the hurt blue eyes still trained on the side of his face. 


Lunch is almost over by the time Justin finds himself at his locker again. Though this time when he turns around, he finds himself cornered by the one and only Alex Standall. 

“Woah, Standall, what's—” 

Alex cuts him off, his gaze burning into Justin. “You know there’s this thing that exists for liking both guys and girls, Foley. They call it bisexual.” 

Justin stares at him in bewilderment. Of course he knows, he’s not stupid, and he heard about it when Alex came out himself. What he doesn’t understand is why the blonde boy is mad at him now, surely he had never done anything to offend him. He had certainly never said anything about his sexuality, and there was very few people he respected as much as Alex. 

He looks at him concernedly now. “What? Alex, is something wrong?” 

Alex doesn’t even seem to hear him, and he barges on, voice low but strong. “Or maybe you’ve just been using those girls the whole time. All the making out and the hook ups, is it just cover ups for you? So you can keep this jock, player image you built for yourself? What, you’re scared they’re not all gonna look up to you any more if it’s my ass you’re checking out instead of the hot new chick’s?” 

Justin’s eyes widen as realisation dawns on him, and up this close he can make out the hint of hurt swirling in Alex’s eyes alongside the fire. He can make out all of Alex’s features in perfect clarity, he realises. He takes in the contrast of Alex’s dark brows against his pale hair, the fierce blue of his eyes and the glint of his septum piercing.

His gaze falls to the boy’s mouth just in time to see it pull into a smirk, and his words finally sink in as Justin tears his gaze away. 

His gaze hardens as he glares at the younger boy, and he drags his walls back up around him, forcing any thoughts of Standall out of his mind. “I’m not fucking gay, Standall,” he tells him harshly, shoving past him before strutting off down the hall. 


Justin’s shirtless with a girl whose name he doesn’t know in a room that isn’t his when he next finds himself thinking about Standall’s words. 

Her hands are roaming his bare chest when his mind changes the image of the dark, wavy curls knotted between his fingers to bleached blonde strands and his eyes shoot open as he pushes himself away. The girl looks up at him in confusion and slight frustration, and he jumps off the bed when her hands move to grip his belt. 

He avoids her eyes as he mumbles out an apology while pulling his shirt back over his head. He ignores her protests as he walks out the door, closing it behind him as he tries to escape the image of blue eyes and long, jean clad legs that seem to constantly follow him. 

Fucking Standall.


For weeks after that day at the lockers, thoughts of the blonde boy plague Justin’s mind until he finally decides to give in.

He has third period English with the boy, and takes his chance when he finds him already sat in his usual seat, walking over and dropping into the one behind him. 

Alex’s shoulders tense as he does so and his confidence wavers. Not for the first time, he worries he hurt Standall with his harshness that day. Then he thinks of the boy’s sassy confidence when he’d approached him, and feels his lips curl up at the corners. 

He aims a light kick to the back of Alex’s chair, trying to get his attention. He came to class earlier today specifically for this reason, after all. 

The blonde gives no reaction. Justin frowns and leans forward in his desk. He pokes the boys back with a, “Yo, Standall.” 


His frown deepens and he pulls his hand back, slumping dejectedly against his desk. “Come on, Standall, you’re seriously gonna ignore me?” When there’s still no reply, he forces himself to carry on. “Look, I’m sorry about the other day. I shouldn’t have been so rude and I shouldn’t have shoved you. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Alex, please.” 

He waits for a response, waits for the younger boy to whirl on him with a sassy retort, for the ‘what did you mean then, Foley, huh?’ 

But Alex doesn’t even shift in his chair, just keeps silently staring forward until the second bell rings and Justin settles back into his chair. 

Disappointment bubbles up in him and he glares at the back of his dyed head, muttering a, “Fuck you, Standall.”


Justin’s in a shit mood when he collapses into his desk for his last period of the day. Alex still hasn’t spoken to him, but he thinks he’s grown to prefer the dirty looks he occasionally receives to being continually ignored. 

He glares at his desk, letting out a tired sigh as his teacher begins the class. The words simply go in one ear and out the other, and he changes his attention to the open doorway, hoping something more interesting will appear in the hallway. 

His wishes are granted when his gaze catches on a dark cardigan and equally dark jeans before he meets familiar blue eyes. 

His heart lifts, and his lips begin to curl into a smile before Alex glares at him, and carries on down the corridor. 

It’s at this moment Justin decides he is so done with Standall’s shit, and swiftly raises his hand, asking to be excused. He makes it out of the class just in time to see Alex push through the door to the restrooms, and marches down the hall after him.

He barges through the door, and Alex immediately catches his gaze in the mirror, the only other person there.

The blonde rolls his eyes and turns around to face him. “What the fuck do you want this ti–”

He doesn’t get to finish the question because he suddenly finds himself pressed against the wall, Justin’s hands around his wrists and lips pressed furiously against his. 

Alex’s eyes widen before he sinks against the jock, letting his eyes fall shut as he hums in pleasure.

Justin releases his hold on the boy’s wrists only to grip his waist. He feels Standall’s arms twine around his neck and he presses him harder against the wall, their bodies molding together as the kiss softens between them. 

All of Justin’s limbs seem to simultaneously relax and tense as Alex buries a hand in his hair, and he can’t force back the groan that drags itself from his throat. He has to stop his hands from wandering to the place that was the source of this whole ordeal in the first place, but the temptation burns through him as Alex’s tongue slides against his. 

He presses his mouth against the other’s languidly a few more times before pushing himself away. He catches his breath as he takes in the blondes hooded eyes and thoroughly kissed lips, hands still tightly gripping his waist, and realises this is an image he’ll never forget. 

With a jolt he realises he hasn’t been with anyone since that night at the party, where images of those exact eyes attacked his mind and he curses himself. Now he had this image, of Alex soft and wrecked against him, blue eyes clouded, and had felt the boy move under his hands, had gotten a taste of that mouth against his. 

He was so totally fucked, and the only thing he could hope now was that no one else would notice.

But in this moment Alex is looking up at him with a satisfied expression and a smirk on his lips, and Justin’s heart has never beat so fast in his chest. “Yeah, that wasn’t gay at all, Foley.”

Justin finally pushes himself away, and while a thrill runs through him when he realises Alex is actually talking to him again, he finds himself stating, “Fuck you, Standall.” 

He throws more words over his shoulder as he walks away, just before the door falls shut behind him. 

“I’m not fucking gay.”


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title: TINY SCAR
Elizabeth of York x Henry Tudor
the morning-after their first night together. no need to say that pre-marital sex is my headcanon for this one-shot.
rating: NC-17
words: 3360
notes: my attempt of fluff + smut, because they deserve better reprensentations of their relationship in fiction that the ones we have, and here my little contribution. it took me way too mcuh time to write this shit :P… sorry in advance for my english, but i hope you will enjoy it anyway xxx inspired by this gifset.

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“Hey, aren’t you just lovely?” Mason slurred, and almost sang.
His usual perfect use of vocabulary began to unsatisfactorily blend together, far beyond comprehension.

Some passerby’s gave him especially confused glances as they curiously listened to his unintelligible antics.
Though of course, I’ve been trained to understand him in all circumstances, which includes his drunken dialect.

Some court women beamed with interest as Mason formed a heart with his large hands, though to their dismay, motioned it to himself.

Drunken old men watched humorously as he proceeded to sing the ‘Happy Birthday’ tune, ignorant to the fact that it was nobody’s birthday.

Despite the judgement, it seems the capital’s prize kept himself too satisfied with the presence of his sparkling personality to notice.

Though it isn’t as if these occurrences happen often, of course. Usually, Mason keeps to himself, opening up to a select few, including Military Officer Efren, and myself.

The only reason why I’m having no trouble maintaining my sanity is because he seems dormant, for now, after all.

“Mason, you’ve said that four times already.” I replied, in the same structure and tone as I had the other three times.

It’s been about 2 hours since he’s decided to sit in what could most possibly be the dirtiest corner of the bar.
Which is quite shocking, considering he’d never sit on a chair at home without a proper sanitation ritual.

I suppose his germaphobe instincts wash away in an intoxicated state, and payed no certain attention to the intricate spider webs and dust bunnies that haloed his head.

What a weirdo.

“Karya..” He murmured in a chuckling tone, as he drummed his index fingers against the floor.

“What?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows in the direction of his solitary island.

“Karya….” He spoke quietly, carefully pronouncing each letter of my name.

“Yes Mason?”

He looked up slowly and flashed a toothy grin, making no mistake to look straight into my eyes.

“You’re lovely.” He chuckled wildly as he spoke.

He then became enthralled in an obvious state of blush, and was embarrassingly tucked into a wall. He then proceeded to lock himself in an obsessive state of reciting romantic antics.
His head lazily leaned back, graciously allowing his sun-stricken locks to make friends with wall mold. Both of his muscular arms were filled with an impressive assortment of beer and juice boxes.

I reluctantly rolled my eyes in his direction, picking away at my fingernails quietly.

“You’re lovely too, your majesty.”
—  V.B.//It was long before this occasion that the kingdom’s youngest military officer realized how in love she was with the teenage king. And him, along with her.
Force Sensitive: Anakin x reader

Anon: Could you do an Anakin x fem!reader where she’s a princess under their protection and they accidentally find out she’s force sensitive when she stops something in midair cause Anakin knocked it over because he’s a big clutz around her and they help her out with that and yeah… Thanks!

A/N: God I’m so sorry there’s been a hold up… Teachers hate me rn and I have so much homework.

Warnings: none

Prompt: you’re a princess and you’re protected by Anakin Skywalker. While you’re at home, Anakin knocks something over and you stop it, finding out you’re force sensitive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We’ll be gone for three days. In that time, we’re going to need you to watch our daughter, Princess Y/N. Do you understand?” Your father told Anakin Skywalker.

“Yes sir. She will be in great hands” he told your dad.

“Good. Now, Y/n, show Anakin to your room. You are to stay in there until we return. If for some reason you need something from outside of that room, Anakin is to get it for you.” Your father told you.

“Yes daddy!” You said, trying to sound obedient, but you were annoyed. Your were 15! You didn’t need a babysitter.

But you obeyed your fathers words and showed Anakin to your room.

“Here it is!” You smiled, hoping he’d like the decor. It was light grey walls with crown molding that had a light blue accent. Your bed and curtains were matte black fabric. All over you had lots of decor, your favorite piece, a glass sculpture given to you by Princess Amidala, your best royal friend.

The sculpture was tall and had a slight blue tint to it. It was an abstract piece but reminded you of a waterfall.

Anakin walked around you room, looking at all the artwork on your walls. Meanwhile, you went to shower and then change into more comfortable clothes. When you were finished, you walked out to see Anakin was still looking at your artwork. You took quick showers so it made sense.

You went over to your bed and started to do French braids down both sides of you head, wrapping around your ears.

“I really like this piece. It reminds me of my home planet.” Anakin said while backing up so you could see which one. As he backed up, he bumped into the table with your favorite sculpture and it started to fall to the ground.

Without a thought, you stuck your hand out and stopped the sculpture from shattering in the ground. Only, you never touched it. You were at least 5 feet from the sculpture and you didn’t know how it stopped.

“Wh-what just happened!?” You yelled scared from what happened. You looked over at Anakin who was staring at you and back to the sculpture dumbfounded.

“How old did you say you are?” Anakin asked smiling.

“15. Now what just happened!?” You asked again.

“Y/n. You’re force sensitive. You’re a Jedi!” He said laughing.

“No no no. That’s not possible. I’m a princess, not s Jedi. I can’t fight!” You said.

“You might not be able to fight right now, but with my guidance…”

“Are you suggesting I become your Padawan?” You said.

“Yes! Let me take you to the council to tell them about this. Please y/n! You’ll love it!”

You debated with yourself for a moment. “Will I be able to see my family still?” You asked.

“Yes. Anytime you want!” He responded.

“Fine. I guess so!” You said laughing.

His Shirt

Request: Can you do a combination of 35 and 1 for Derek?

Author’s Note: Oh I like this combination c: This is the last of the one line prompts that I have in my inbox for right now, but there are a few other requests! I’ll reblog the list of prompts every once in awhile if people still want to request them! :) In the meantime, enjoy!

Warning: So much smut

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off”

1. “Come over here and make me”


I smirked as I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of Peter’s shirt that was hanging loosely off my body. It fell to about mid-thigh, just enough to hide my panties but still give a taste of skin.

This will really piss him off, I thought smugly. Derek and I had gotten into a huge fight earlier this afternoon which ended in him storming out of the loft mumbling something about going to help Scott and the pack track some creature down and needing to get out of the house. He had called me later to assure me that he was okay, but they were taking someone to the hospital and all that. He didn’t sound angry with me anymore, but he didn’t apologize, either. So, I stomped up to Peter’s room and grabbed one of his shirts, throwing it on and heading back down to start on some dinner.

When Derek walked in, I was in the kitchen getting ready to finish up the spaghetti sauce.

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