Plot: Jealous Bucky is NOT someone you should get on the wrong side of. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 3897 (literally why this took me all week) Warnings: Grinding (dancing), spanking, penetrative sex, orgasm denial. Yup. Author’s Note: I’m sorry for being so MIA lately. School is killing me. BUT, here’s angry Bucky smut for your Friday night ;)
When it comes to Bucky, you’ve never met anyone who can crawl under your skin like an annoying insect, while at the same time, makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. Bucky makes you feel like you’re only thing that matters. The thing is, though, it’s not like you’re dating. The both of you just spend so much time together that it ends up being more beneficial than not. The second your skin collides with his, fireworks go off in every direction and the two of you go at it for hours.
and Kyle were sulking in their room, waiting for their annoying babysitter to
arrive. Their parents had gone out for the night and called the babysitter over
on short notice. The boys hated their babysitter; she never let them play video
games or watch the movies they wanted to, and she always made them go to bed
super early. They’d do anything to get rid of her, and thankfully Kyle had
swiped a shriveled monkey’s paw from the flea market his parents had taken them
to last weekend. He had heard the old woman selling the monkeys paws talking
about their wish-granting abilities, so he grabbed one when she wasn’t looking
and planned to use it to get rid of their current babysitter. He pulled it out
from beneath his bed and showed it to his brother.
Jimmy, check this out. This thing is supposed to be able to grant wishes, so I’m
gonna wish for a new babysitter!”
okay,” Jimmy said, scoffing at the thought. He was younger than Kyle, but he
considered himself more realistic than his older brother. “Well, what’re you
waiting for? Make the wish.”
just watch, little bro,” Kyle said, holding up the monkey’s paw. “I wish we had
a babysitter that let us do whatever we wanted!”
words of Kyle’s wish echoed in the room, surprising the boys. Suddenly, the
monkey’s fist closed and disintegrated into dust. The dust slipped through Kyle’s
fingers and began to swirl around the room before enveloping Jimmy. Jimmy
screamed as the dust moved faster around him, tearing his clothes and
transforming them into a plain, white garment that looked suspiciously like a
happen- ack!” As soon as Jimmy opened his mouth, the dust flooded into him and
caused him to cough and gag. He fell onto his back as he caught his breath
again, sputtering out puffs of dust with a few coughs. “What did that thing do
I don’t know. Are you okay?”
think. But what’s with my cloth- ooohhhh!” Jimmy began to moan as he felt his
chest begin to tingle. The two boys looked at Jimmy’s chest as it began to
expand. He threw his arms up as his bones began to crack, growing longer and
wider, and leaving him with a torso that looked like it belonged to someone
much older than he was. His moans grew louder and more feminine as two mounds
of flesh began to protrude from his chest. With a sudden burst, he thrust his
chest forward as two sizable breasts grew beneath his enlarging nipples. The
boys stared at Jimmy’s ample new cleavage as Jimmy continued to moan, his new
breasts sending unknown pleasures coursing through his maturing body.
this happening?” Jimmy screamed, noticing how much older, yet girly, he
know! I’m sorry!” Kyle yelled in panic. “I’m so sorr-“
Jimmy yelled as his legs began to ache. He kicked his legs out in pain as they
extended slightly. He felt another tingling coming from his crotch as it began
to retract between his legs. It felt uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same
time. His heart began to race as his thrashing body caused his breasts to
bounce and jiggle on his chest. The sensations coming from his crotch and chest
began to blend together, sending more orgasmic feelings coursing through his
body. He couldn’t help but moan even more as he continued to grow older and
sexier. He felt his boy parts slip between his legs as a fleshy clit took form,
growing damper by the second. His legs were still aching though, and combined
with the pleasure coursing through his body, the sensations flowing through him
caused him to convulse and kick his legs violently as they snapped and
extended. Each kick added a few inches to his height, while at the same time
inflating his ass. He felt his behind grow enough to raise his lower back off
the floor, his spine cracking and taking on a feminine arch as he grew.
looked at his brother as he continued to grow older and more feminine. He
wanted to cry for help, but as he opened his mouth, all that came out was a
Jimmy moaned between breaths. Kyle couldn’t help but notice how sultry his
little brother sounded now. Kyle himself was just hitting puberty, so seeing
his younger brother turning into such an attractive specimen was making Kyle
exceedingly confused and uncomfortable.
I’m so sorry…” Kyle said on the verge of tears. “I shouldn’t have stolen that
thing. This is my fault.”
wanted to say something to his brother, but he felt his face beginning to
change as his mind began to grow foggy. He felt his hair grow down his neck and
tickle his back, turning a dark blonde in the process. His eyes widened and
slanted as they took on a sultry, alluring appearance. His lips thinned out as
his nose cracked and shrank a bit, planting itself cutely about his mouth. His
face tingled as makeup applied itself to his mature new face. He had aged well
into his twenties in a matter of minutes, and as his new reproductive system
flooded his body with new hormones, he began to have entirely alien thoughts.
He felt his new clit grow damp as memories of cute guys hitting on him entered
his mind. His memories of being the best student in school became memories of
being the sexist girl in school. He wanted to fight it, but as images of jocks
fucking him in the locker room after school flooded his mind, he began to give
in. His clit was so wet and so sensitive, and as he slowly began to rub it with
a manicured hand, his name began to fade. Jimmy slowly turned into Jade as
memories of going to college and meeting her boyfriend formed in the new girl’s
mind. She quickly came and screamed in orgasm as Jimmy embraced his new identity.
The new girl leaned up and stood over Kyle. She stared at the young boy ogling
her exposed crotch and smirked.
took this babysitting job for the easy money, and at least this little brat
never gave her any trouble.
boyfriend is coming over tonight, so I’m gonna go get changed.” She said with
an authoritative tone. “You can play video games or watch TV or whatever. I don’t
care. Just don’t bother me unless it’s an emergency. And don’t tell your
parents, unless you want me to take your video games away.”
Jimmy? Are you still in there?” Kyle said hesitantly. “Please, little bro…”
Jade didn’t respond. She simply walked into another room and began to change
into a bikini for her boyfriend. This kid’s parents were loaded and had a pool
in the backyard, so she and her boyfriend were going to have a ball with their private pool for the night. She loved
her job, and while Kyle was still confused and traumatized by what he just
witnessed, at least his wish was fulfilled. Just not exactly how he expected it, or wanted it, to be.
A/N: This is getting closer and closer to the end and I’m excited, yet sad because I’m in love with this story that I’ve created. Anyway, I didn’t mean to kill you with the last chapter (I’m lyin), so this chapter is my apology. A whooollee lot of fluff with like a splash of drama. I’m sure you know 100 notes and feedback by now, but I hope you enjoy💕
Boiiiii I’ve already written pt 19 and there’s so much shit that goes down, it might kill you.
~ “We won’t get caught” ~ What? ~ There’s pictures of us swapping spit at the mall all over the internet rn ~ You couldn’t have just said kissing? ~ Shut up..you’re in trouble ~ Well fuck ~ Just go on twitter and say the picture is old or something, they won’t know ~ Ahh, you do have a brain ~ Fuck you ~ When? You know I will happily
You rolled you eyes at his comment and decided not to text him back. Locking your phone and placing it into your back pocket, you continued to pass the time by binge watching Law & Order SVU while shoving hot fries into you mouth.
Hours after hours of watching the show, it was about eight in the evening when you decided that you should probably cook dinner. While chopping the raw chicken into chunks, the buzzer for your apartment sounded, alerting you that someone was trying to get to you. Wiping your hands off on the small towel beside you, you quickly trotted to the door to figure out who was there.
There was silence for a few seconds before the husky voice belonging to Calum came through the intercom.“H-hey, Y/N.”
“I’m telling you it was just some kids being kids. Don’t read too much into it man.” Yoongi patted Jin on his arm, trying to calm down the angry man,
“It wasn’t kids. I know it was that bitch upstairs.” Jin spat coldly,
“That bitch upstairs is right here you know. It wasn’t me, look at the glass,” you walked between the two men, both of them towering over you, “The glass is on the inside of the house, right? So it must’ve been smashed from the outside. I can’t leave the house, so how could it have been me?”
Jin shoved your body down on to the ground, not caring if you landed in the dozens of glass shards, he loomed over your figure, “Don’t try and outsmart me little girl, I know you had something to do with this.” He grabbed his khaki coloured jacket from the sofa and headed out the door.
“Where are you going?” Yoongi shouted,
“Melissa’s. Why, did you want to watch how a real man pleases his woman?”
How did a guy like him even find a mate?
The door slammed angrily, earning a disapproving groan from Yoongi’s lips before he left the room and a small shake from the entire building. As much as you hated Jin and his temperament, he was right, you did have something to do with the abundance of smashed glass that decorated the living room floor. Memories of the mans face flashed through your mind, you were almost certain you’d never seen him before. Rolling up the jeans Nancy had given you to wear you observed the bite mark again, could the man who came to the house be your bleeder?
Suddenly an excruciating pain hammered inside your head as you tried to stand up, the loudest ringing noise hung heavy on your ears, weighing you down to the floor once more. The intensity of the sound caused you to cover your ears with your hands, your body convulsing in agony on top of the smashed glass.
2.“don’t go I can’t be alone.” 29.“the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that i’d be able to stop.” 38.“wow that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.” Requested by @wckedheart
“what do you guys think you’re doing?” My new friend Liam Dunbar asked me and our other friend Mason.
“me? i’m agreeing with you, i’m being agreeable.” Mason said his eyes not leaving number 28 on the opposing team.
“I’m gawking.” I said honestly.
Brett Talbot was everything your parents warned you about, he was hot with an attitude. A bad boy, and he played the part very well.
“you think he’s hot don’t you?” Liam said disgustedly.
“no, no of course not.” Mason said looking at Liam.
“yes.” I said quickly.
“He wants to break me in half.” Liam said looking at the beautiful boy now too.
“please like he could.” I scoffed.
I wasn’t talking about Brett’s fighting abilities or stroking Liam’s ego, I was talking about the fact that Liam was a werewolf. I being Stiles little sister got him to trust me. Mason and Liam were talking but something else caught my attention. It was Garrett, and I could’ve swore he was looking at Brett. I ran over to the Devenford Prep side earning confused glances from Mason and Liam. Brett looked utterly confused when I came up to him.
“hi uh you don’t know me but I have a question.” I started looking at the tall boy.
He looked even more handsome up close if that was even possible.
“uh what?” He asked confused.
I turned around and Garrett was definitely glaring now. I could feel myself getting more nervous by the second. Garrett was a assassin and I had a feeling he was going to go after Liam tonight. I think Brett might be in on it.
“are you okay?” Brett asked turning me around so I was looking at him.
“no, uh just a silly question, you’ve never killed anyone for money have you?”
As soon as the words left my lips I rolled my eyes. I seriously did not just ask him that. Brett started to laugh.
“you’re cute.” He said laughing.
“so is that a yes, or..”
“no I’ve never killed anyone for money.” He said laughing again.
I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I walked away. Liam ran up to me giving me a really confused look.
“he’s never killed anyone for money.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“why would you think he has?” Liam said looking at me like I was crazy.
Scott and I both thought Liam was the one he was after, but we didn’t tell him that. Liam wasn’t even on the list yet, but he would be and we all knew it. Lydia just needed to crack the next part of the list.
“no reason, now go out there and kick butt!” I said patting him on the shoulder.
I walked to the bleachers sitting down. I saw Violet in the stands laughing and talking to her friends like she wasn’t some psychotic nut job. The game started and Brett wasn’t taking it easy on Liam. I didn’t blame him, Liam did have some anger issues. I kept my eyes on Garrett the entire time. That’s when it happened. Garrett crashed into Liam and Brett. Brett was groaning on the field and was taken away by paramedics. I figured Liam used his werewolf strength on Brett. I looked back to check on Violet but she was gone. I ran up to where her friends were sitting.
“hey where did Violet go, I uh have something that belongs to her.” I asked forcing the fakest smile I could manage.
“she went to the bathroom, she’ll be right back.” Her friend said rolling her eyes at me.
I ran a fast as I could into the school. Liam was never the target of tonight, it was Brett. That’s why Garrett was looking at him, Brett was a supernatural creature, and Violet was going to kill him. I walked in seeing the bodies of the paramedics on the floor. I ran in the boys locker room where Brett was laying on the floor groaning in pain.
“Brett are you okay?” I asked going over and dropping down next to him.
Brett looked behind me with wide eyes. I felt something hard hit the back of my head. I could feel my vision start to get cloudy.
“what did you do to me?” Brett asked trying to get away.
“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane, it won’t kill you, but this will.” Violet said snapping her necklace to reveal the thermo cut wire.
She kicked Brett down so he couldn’t get away. All I could do was sit there helplessly as Violet was about to kill him.
“you’re worth a lot of money Brett.” She said wrapping the wire around his neck.
Brett’s screams of pain were the last thing I heard before my vision went black. I woke up later to someone shaking me.
“y/n wake up!” I heard a voice say.
I opened my eyes to see Scott leaning over me.
“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me sit up.
I looked behind him seeing Violet.
“Scott watch out!” I screamed.
Violet wrapped the wire around his neck pulling.
“Garrett insisted we go after the beta but why not the alpha.” She said pulling tighter.
Scott flashed his alpha eyes pulling at the wire around his neck. He turns around growling at Violet, throwing her into the wall. That was when Brett started to violently shake.
“we have to get him to Deaton’s!” I said trying to help Brett.
Derek and Stiles rushed in the locker room picking up Brett.
“you guys go, I’ll talk to the cops and make sure Violet doesn’t go anywhere.” Scott said looking at the knocked out girl.
Derek drove while Stiles and I sat in the back with Brett. Brett was still shaking violently.
“Derek you need to hurry!” I yelled trying to hold Brett.
We arrived at Deaton’s jumping out of the car. Now Brett was foaming yellow stuff out of his mouth. We lay him on Deaton’s table trying to control his convulsing.
“what the hell is wrong with this kid?” Stiles asked struggling to hold him.
“wolfsbane, she poisoned him.” I told Deaton walking over to his tools with him.
“alright we’ll have to cut him open for the poison to get out, but you need to hold him still or the incision could kill him.” Deaton said grabbing a scalpel.
“yeah Derek how about some werewolf strength?” Stiles said losing his grip on Brett.
“in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not the only one with werewolf strength here.” Derek growled.
“hold him still!” Deaton yelled bringing the scalpel closer to his chest.
“I can’t, he’s slipping!” Stiles yelled losing his grip on Brett.
Brett got up sending Derek, Stiles, and Deaton to the floor.
“Brett Stop!” I screamed.
He stopped, looking at me. He turned back around to run but Peter punched him in the face knocking him out. Deaton and I ran over to him. I held his hand while Deaton cut his chest open, releasing a cloud of yellow smoke.
“will he be okay?” I asked stroking his hair.
“yeah he’ll be out for awhile though.” Deaton said helping Stiles pick him up.
We sat him back on the exam table.
“we need to go find Scott.” Stiles said gesturing to me and Derek.“
"you guys go, he should have someone to explain all this when he wakes up. I said pulling up a chair to sit beside him.
Stiles and Derek left leaving me alone with an unconscious Brett. I put my head down on the table still feeling a little woozy from getting hit. I slowly felt my eyes fluttering shut. I woke up to Brett jolting up off the table.
"what happened to me?” He asked panicking.
“Brett look at me, you’re going to be okay. Just sit down and we’ll talk about everything.” I said grabbing his hand.
He let me take him back to the table to sit down. He didn’t let go of my hand though. I explained everything to him, about the deadpool, the assassins, everything that we have figured out so far.
“so somebody is killing us for money?” He asked looking in my eyes.
I shook my head giving him a moment to take in everything.
“i’m going to get Deaton.” I said hopping off the table.
Brett quickly pulled me back to him.
“don’t go, I can’t be alone.” He said pulling me in his arms.
“of course i’ll stay, Brett someone just tried to kill you for a million dollars.” I said wrapping my arms around him too.
“Wait, i’m worth a million dollars?” He said looking up to meet my eyes.
“yep, a million, you must be special.” I said laughing at the look he gave me.
“wow y/n that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.” He said laughing.
“I’m just telling you what I see.” I said smiling at him.
I didn’t realize we were still wrapped in each others arms.
“are you okay?” I asked looking down at him.
“I will be.”
We were just looking at each other. I saw Brett looking at my lips, so I started to lean down resting my lips on top of his, but Brett pulled away.
“is there a problem?” I asked pulling away looking at him.
“the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that I’d be able to stop.” Brett said smirking.
I bent down putting my lips on his. He stood up so he was now leaning down to kiss me.
“you’re cute.” He said once he pulled away.
I could hear someone clearing their throat. I looked over at my brother Stiles, knowing that he fully saw what just happened.
“and I’m dead.” I chuckled grabbing Brett’s hand and preparing to face the wrath of my brother.
so I want to explain how I do my requests. I try to do them in order of when they were requested but with dialogue prompts you have to think about the context in which the characters are saying those things and the events that lead up to them. When making my prompts it’s easier to put certain lines with certain characters so sometimes I have to really think about the writing piece. I promise i’m not forgetting about you if I haven’t done yours yet, it just means you’re challenging my writing and that’s cool because it gives me room to expand! Thank you for over 200 followers!
Summary: Some days you wonder how your life would be like had you not left the alter. (gif credit)
“Thanks Yoongi,” you whispered, giving Yejun’s head an
Yoongi stared at you, rocking Yejun back and forth with a
sigh. “You know, when you’re kid is old enough, he’s going to start asking for
his mom and if I go pick him up at school enough, I’ll get asked if I’m his
father. So for you to avoid all that awkwardness will you please—“
Jerome loves the isolation of the silence. Alone in his cell,
not another voice around him. He’s learned from his mistakes. Causing a ruckus
like he’d done before: that wasn’t a good idea. Only a few hours passed with it
still going on when a new guard had taken the shift. This one was less easy
going than the other. He didn’t have the same fear in his eyes as the other.
No, this guard wasn’t afraid. And he showed it.
The guard would beat him. If he fought back, he’d sedate Jerome;
then beat him some more. This was different than when his mother would
hurt him though. The malice in her eyes was constantly glazed over with her
utter drunkenness. But this guard, he just beat him because he could. No one
cared about the inmates, and here, the guards had all the power. When the
inmates were sober enough to fight back -which didn’t happen very often, as
they kept most of them subdued with a heavy stream of Haloperidol- they had some control over the guards.
But, the guards had finally got the sweet idea to stick the
more troublesome of the bunch in solitary confinement. Which is where Jerome
had ended up.
Jerome laughs aloud to himself, a creaky, dry laughter. For the
first time in weeks the cell is alive with noise, his laughter echoing through
the hall. The sound of footsteps send a chill of fear down his spine, yet he
does nothing to stop his laughter. At this point, he couldn’t care less. What
did he have to live for?
His bastard of a father?
All of his dark thoughts are only egged on by the odd buzz
of the meds the guard had given him only last night. He was still bleeding and
bruised from the beating he’d gotten yesterday.
As the door creaks open, Jerome shifts so he’s half
standing, half crouching on the floor. He peers up at the mass of guards that
move in. His laughter comes slower, more of a taunt now. Jerome stays in his
corner, observing them as they fill in.
“What?” He croaks through his laughter. “No
guns? Do you know how insulting that
is?” With that Jerome launches himself forward, only to be pressed down to
the ground. Four guards hold him down, one pinning each of his limbs as he
thrashes wildly. One guard reaches over, holding a syringe in his hand. Jerome
lashes out, biting down hard onto the guard’s hand. He curses and yanks his
hand back, and another guard slams the heel of his boot into Jerome’s face.
“Whatever happened to treating your guests with
hospitality?” Jerome hisses, his smile matching his cruel tone.
The guard moves down again, quickly sticking Jerome with the
syringe before pushing the liquid through his veins. Jerome gasps, his whole body
convulsing. His eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back into his head, a loud
groan falling past his lips. The guards lift him up and begin to carry him out.
“I told you we shouldn’t have gave him more
medicine.” Jerome’s body has finally calmed down now, and he hangs limply
in their arms. His eyes stare up at the ceiling, wide and unblinking.
“It’s not my fault he resisted,” the guard growls,
“come on, let’s take him out to meet his other inmates.” He laughs
cruelly, and they push the doors open, practically dropping him on the ground.
One of the nurses that treats the patients looks over, her eyes widening
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She
asks, moving over to them. The guards shrug.
“Awe, don’t worry about it baby. Why don’t you just
come hang out with us?” A look of disgust crosses her face and she slaps
the man. His face twists as a small chuckle leaves Jerome.
“What was that?” He growls, kicking Jerome’s
“What the hell? This isn’t high school, stop acting
like it!” She falls to Jerome’s side as he coughs roughly, his eyes
glazing over slightly as he looks up at them.
“Oh, shut up. You don’t have any place to-” Before
he can finish his sentence, a low growl emits from the back of Jerome’s throat.
“Don’t talk to her like that.”
“Oh? Really? What’re you gonna do about it?” By
this time most of the other guards have gone back to their posts. Jerome stares
up at him.
“Jus-” His voice drops instantly as his eyes close
and he sighs heavily. “Wa…until I g…wait…i’m….when I get out
here,” the girl lifts his head up, pulling him further from the guard. He
lays back against her, his head rolling back and resting on her shoulder. She
holds him against her, glaring at the guard.
“How much did you give him?” She mumbles.
“You know you’re not supposed to-”
“Ah, lighten up Y/n.” He hisses. “He’s a psycho, it doesn’t matter how much I-”
“How much?” Y/n interrupts him, glaring up at the guard.
“I- I don’t know. I gave em’ a syringe full last night…and
one just a few minutes ago.” He mumbles.
“You know you’re not supposed to do more than needed,” she
says. “You could’ve brought him out here without sedating him.”
“Look at him, y/n! He’s got no control, he’s a freak! He
lunged at us when we walked in. What was I supposed to do?”
“There were six of
you, you could’ve held him down!”
“Don’t call me that,” she says coolly. “Now get out of here
before I break your thick skull.” Jerome simply stares up at her in awe as the
After a few moments, she sighs deeply. “I’m sorry about
that. Jerome, right?” She stares down at him, shocked to instantly meet his
“You’re amazing,” Jerome whispers, reaching up weakly with
one hand. When she doesn’t move, he presses his palm to her cheek, his eyes
dulling. “You…scared?” He mumbles, closing his eyes and dropping his arm
heavily to his side.
“I’m not scared,” y/n whispers, angry at herself for the
blush spreading across her cheeks. “You’re not fit to be out here,” she says.
“Do you think you can stand up?” His eyes flutter open.
“Maybe…help…a…” His swallows thickly. “If…”
“I get it,” she says soothingly. “You need help. I’ve got
you, come on.” She helps him stand up and he leans against her heavily, his
head hanging down. She slowly takes a step forward, and he follows weakly.
When they reach the room, she helps him get onto the bed,
and then goes around, flicking the light switch and shutting the door.
“Where…” Jerome’s eyes close briefly and he sighs.
“Hey,” she moves over to his side, pulling the thin
hospital blankets over him. “Don’t worry about where you are; you’re safe, that’s
all you need to know.” Jerome laughs forcefully.
“That’s what they all say,” he murmurs. She rolls her eyes
and walks to the cupboards.
“You can trust me.” She opens one of the doors and grabs
“I…ca-” His attempt at a sentence dissolves into a fit
of quiet laughter as y/n fills the cup with water. She walks over to him and
hands him the glass. Y/n pulls a chair up next to the bed and sits down. Jerome
peeks at her as he gulps down the water, not stopping until the entire cup is
empty. “Wh…where?” He asks, setting the cup down and falling back against the
“This is where I treat the patients who get hurt. You’re going to stay here until
the drugs have cleared from your system…how are you feeling right now?”
“Well, then you should sleep.” Y/n stands up and walks
over to the door. “Don’t worry about anyone getting in,” she comments. “I’m going
to lock the doors. I’m the only one who has the keys…” She turns around. “Can I
trust you to stay here?” He nods weakly and closes his eyes, humming slightly. “Well
then,” she turns the lights off and sighs. “Get better. I’ll talk to our
superiors about their treatment towards you.”
“Don’t.” He growls. “I
want to…deal with them mys…elf.” Y/n’s eyebrows furrow but she just nods and
unlocks the door, stepping out and locking it once again.
John, Ada and Charlie had been friends since before they could remember. As children they ran amok on the streets of Birmingham, playing, fighting and laughing. Sometimes even Tommy and Arthur would play with them, she liked those days. Tommy was her favourite of the two, he was quiet and never spoke more than necessary but he’d whisper things in her ear that would make her laugh so hard her sides ached. Mostly though, it was just the three of them. When she was young she thought they’d never grow up, that thy’d stay John, Ada and Charlie forever. It was a fantasy though and somewhere in her heart, even back then she knew that.
Authors notes: I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out. I’ve been so busy lately but I stayed up super late last night because I know I left you guy hanging by a thread. So, here it is and hold on to your seats because it gets a little heavy and the next chapter will too.
-A huge thank you to @hymnofthevalkyries for being my Beta on this series! You are the best Momma V!
-Over all: emotional and mental abuse, violence, anxiety and nightmares. There will be fluff eventually, I promise. :)
-For this chapter: Angst!!! Anxiety, Violence, implied smut, mentions of blood, Loki being a twisted piece of crap.
Steve burst into Thor’s room, the thick doors swinging wide and banging into the wall. Thor sat up in shock and summoned Mjolnir.
“She’s gone!” Steve strode deeper into the room with clenched fists. “(Y/N) is gone, some one took her!” He stood panicked at the foot of Thor’s bed.
Bucky and Wanda appeared in the doorway, keeping their distance but witnessing his distress all the same. Wanda searched the palace with her mind hoping to find any sign of (Y/N).
“I can’t see her.” She exhaled, concerned.
“When did you see her last?” Thor questioned Steve as he slipped out of the bed and walked onto his balcony. He was searching for any sign of a disturbance in his city below. It was quiet, peaceful and calm. If who ever took her was still here, they were going unnoticed.
You walked around backstage, hands
pressing down against your short set that was lace and see through. Your hair
was pinned up, lipstick and makeup embedded in your face and thanks to the
highlight you did look a little sparkly. You were nervous sure, who wouldn’t be
touring in such a place? Being famous in general was not something that was
easy to do because you had to leave people behind and often you missed out on
sleep. But here you were after all your hard work and success. Today
was also a special day because you knew that your lover would be here
Namjoon had promised to come see your
performance today, he was going to take an off day from the studio. The thought
itself made you nervous, little butterflies trying to escape the depths of your
stomach. You usually slept on the tour bus with the crew to cut down expenses
of having to room with the hotels but after the news that you’d be able to see
him, it wasn’t so. You wanted to be with him. He was your everything and he was
someone who pushed you constantly to make sure you were on top of things. He was
such a big help in everything and the reason you put on a special stage
performance today. The little lace fabric clung to your body but nothing was overly
see through, your heels pressing against the floor giving you extra added
height. The stage handler came back and announced that you were up in a few
more minutes. Moving towards your position to walk on the stage you shut your
eyes to calm down your speeding heart reminding yourself why you were doing
this. You loved the fans, and you loved your man. It was a good combination of
Standing on your platform, you heard the
crowd cheer madly for you as your intro song played on the speakers. Grabbing
at the black microphone you once plastered pink diamonds onto so that everyone
could tell who was going to perform you raised it up in the air, the lights
shutting off as you were brought up on the stage. The fans were going crazy, the
screams were so loud and it only made you more anxious. But the nerves were
part of it and an enjoyable experience. Moving onto the stage your hips swayed
as you walk towards the front biting your lips. Eyes roaming the crowd as you
started to sing you let your powerful voice rang into the crowd. Eyes shining brightly,
you let yourself be thrown into your performance performing your very best. You
knew that Namjoon would be somewhere in the crowd cheering you on. Your hips
moving seductively because you had to perform your absolute best and show them
what you had to offer and more. You could see all the fan signs and hear the
Your voice was powerful it captivated
everyone and you got yourself through the show. Interacting with the fans as
much as possible. Once the stage was done and you had spent a couple of hours
with them you were retreating backstage to change out of your clothes. Everyone
congratulated you as you walked back towards your room. Shutting the door, you
smiled happily as you started to change out of your outfit. The door opened and
shut and a faint huff was heard. You didn’t even have to look up to know it was
him. His cologne hitting your nose overpowering your senses. It was already too
much but you tried to not get overly happy about it already.
“It was hard to get to you. So many horny
fans wanted my baby badly.” Namjoon teased in a raspy voice wrapping his arms
around your waist from behind. His scent stronger now, his body pressing
against yours, even in your heels he was taller than you by a few inches.
“I see one horny fan found his way in
though.” You teased back leaning against him, your hands roaming up to wrap
around his neck as you stare at him through the mirror.
“Anything to see my gorgeous baby girl.”
He cooed kissing your temple. “How long do we have?” He asked you kissing down
from your temple to your neck licking his long thick tongue against your vein.
A soft gasp rippled through your throat and he smirked sucking on the skin. His
hands moving up to help you rid yourself of the outfit that you were once
wearing. He carefully stripped you down until you were in nothing but heels,
your skin glowing from how he treated you, your lower regions were pulling for
him, and you were ready to take him. Namjoon spread your legs wide, his lips
sucking different hickeys onto your skin, his fingers dipping down until he was
circling his fingers around your clit earning cries of pleasure from your lips.
You would moan and chant name gently not wanting anyone else to hear what you
were saying; your lips were going to be bruised with how much you chewed on
them. Your hips bucked down against his thick fingers and soon enough he was
sliding two inside of you to stretch you out. His eyes watching yours with
their own heated intensity, his free hand cupping your breast rolling the
nipples between his fingers. He worked your body like it was nothing of much
importance to him, hitting the right spot in your pussy he curved his fingers
watching your body convulse as your mouth dropped open. It was hard keeping
balance with your heels, and Namjoon being the most caring he can in the moment
he moved you to lay on the couch spreading your legs wide. Leaning down he
kissed up the insides of your thighs sucking on your lips slowly before darting
his tongue inside. Moaning as he flicked his tongue in and out of your pussy he
only ate you for a short time since you would have to rush.
He moved to pull back from you sliding
off his pants to free his ever-hardening shaft that was throbbing with want and
need for you. He leaned down to pull out a condom and step out of his pants
watching you. He slides on the condom making sure his shaft was covered before
he leaned over you, pressing his lips against yours he silenced you as he slid
inside of your tight heat. He never said anything when he was really needed
like this, it was only about fucking, feeling you in every way that he could.
He rested his hips against yours not wanting to move until you adjusted. Slowly
pulling out he started to snap his hips forward burying himself deep into your
heat with groans and moans of pleasure. His hands digging into the couch
cushions to grab as hard as he could on the fabric so that he didn’t bruise you
in the process but it was hard. His need to just pound into you had to be
little to none today because he knew if he released the monster you were not
walking away with this and you still had other things to do. His hips slowly picked
up rocking in and out of you, your hands moved up to grip at his hands and you
held them looking into his eyes. The purple hair pressing down against his
face. He was beautiful to you in this moment. Your hips rocking against one
another, breath fanning against each other’s faces it was hard to tell where
one began and the other end. His thick shaft was changing angles pressing into
your pussy harder. The sound of hips slapping against hips picked up with his
speed. The couch moved back a bit from the power of his thrust, and Namjoon
wanting to make you cum reach a hand down to rub his fingers over your wet
glistening clit. He growled at you, his voice low as he commanded you to cum
for him. Your body was no match, you were weak submitting to everything. In a
few more thrusts you were cumming for him, back arched and lips parted eyes
screwing shut. Your breath was heavy, and your hips bucked up harder until you
were riding out your orgasm squeezing down against him until he was cumming
inside of the condom and you. He gave a lazy smile, slowing down and watching
you. Pulling out after he was done his lips found yours again in a sweet kiss,
the door knocking causing you both to jump.
“Fuck.” He cursed moving to help you get
“And this is why I have always banned you
from concerts.” You reminded him playfully smacking the back of his head as you
both got ready.
Summary : Jeremy Heere is a socially ostracized teen boy at a Halloween party. After a meeting with his high school bully, Rich, he decides to get a supercomputer implanted in his brain to make him cooler. His friend, (Y/N), who is completely opposed to the idea lets their feelings spill when they take Jeremy onto the dance floor. An emotionally-charged kiss that never should have happened may end up being the best thing that happened to either of them.
In and Out
Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where newt and the reader are in Hogwarts and she is being bullied by classmates and starts having a panic attack and after the bullies leave newt comes and comforts her? Could she please be in ravenclaw? Thanks
A/n: I am not in any way, shape or form romanticizing panic attacks. I’ve had them before and there is nothing good about them, this is simply a piece to help me cope with it AND possibly help others feel comfort.
Warnings: Panic attacks, angst, bullying in terms of physical and emotional harassment, also I would like to just say that the bullies’ names are purely fictional, and if your name is one of these, I apologize. They were just random names to go with the story, and I didn’t mean to offend anyone. Also, the characters who bully do not represent the house as a whole (as all houses are equally wonderful in their own ways).
*If you or someone else is being bullied or harassed, do not be afraid to speak up or seek help from an adult or trusted peer. Also, panic or anxiety attacks do not at all make you a freak, I am here if you need to ever talk about something*
You once again quietly meandered the halls, taking the longer route back to your dormitory. The air was crisp and fresh as it was hinted with the scent of clipped grass and flowers of a springtime meadow as you entered the stony exterior hallway, however, this was not the reason as to why you chose to take such an elaborate route. This choice was more for your own safety as opposed to enjoying simple leisure or taking a stroll throughout the outdoor courtyards. You felt safe, content, and secure in your surroundings. With your books pressed tightly into your chest and a quill tucked to where it peeped slightly out of your bag, you continued walking, escaping to your own thoughts. However, your imaginary world in your head was shattered with the thundering footsteps that were now rapidly trailing behind you. Your heartrate increased, and your self-esteem plummeted for the third time that day.
“Oi Y/n, thought you could slip past us? Well nice attempt there. You’d think for a Ravenclaw you’d be less of an idiot but then again, when have you ever proven that you actually own a brain?” spat Victoria, the sixth year girl that had been choosing you as her target for the past few months. Unfortunately, she was not alone, as her small posse consisted of Ernest the hulking Slytherin notorious for sabotaging other people’s projects and Corra the not-so-sweet Ravenclaw whom you had the pleasure of seeing every day in your very own common room, along with Victoria herself.
Victoria and her group often liked to tease you or harass you in the hallways, and you had many scars, both physical and emotional, to show for it. Every time it happened, it was when you least expected it. Your emotions were toyed with and abused, rattled and bruised. Words came out like a dragons fire, as her insults were harsh and enough to burn and violate you to your core. Each was a horrid blade dripping with her seething rage, and each brought decay to your self-esteem and composure.
You were distracted by Victoria’s ghostly white sneer and piercing eyes scanning your soul, and you didn’t notice Ernest swooping in behind you to restrain your arms, causing your books to scatter. You felt like bird strangled in a net with nowhere to go but to accept your deathly fate. Your arms were pinned, your heart was bursting with fear, and your eyes threatened to release a flow of tears. Your breathing shifted, becoming more hesitant and irregular as if you were choking on air as the walls closed around behind you. This feeling of increased fear was all too familiar to you. Everything from the state of sudden discomfort of panic to the loss of breath and grasp of air was a hellish experience that you have often had to endure countless times.
Shaking, you tried to stand as your knees were close to buckling. Words were lost and scattered in your brain while Corra laughed manically with Victoria.
“Aw, scared little girl? It must me a touch, tragic world out there for a freak of nature,” mocked Corra as her tone was laced with toxic attitude. You looked for an escape to anywhere but your current situation. You wanted to kick and scream, but your brain wasn’t cooperating with your desired actions.
“S-S-Stop,” you tried to desperately whisper out, but this only tightened the grip on your arms, giving Ernest a sense of delight at your torture.
“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. It’s foolish of you to even bother. No one likes you here, you should honestly give up. No one would, miss you if you never showed your face here again. Everybody hates you. We do, your so-called “friends” do. But then again, why would anyone want to waste their time with you? You’re nothing but a filthy and pathetic excuse for a person anyways,” Victoria spoke with her toxic tongue, only pausing to drag her manicured nails across your face, creating faint scratches reddened with irritation and blood to arise. You whimpered slightly, though it sounded more like a worried yelp instead.
Ernest kicked you from behind while still clutching you, however this action caused you to sink to the floor in pain, as the impact from his bulky and forceful strength sucked whatever strength you had left. Victoria and Corra swarmed around you, like rabid dogs preparing to devour their kill. Their shadows drowned you, and your breathing hitched as you felt a wave of heated sweat start to form in a layer across your skin. By now their insults became blurred in your mind, as your thumping heart rang in your ears whilst heaving your chest erratically. Though surrounded, you felt alone. You wanted to run and to scream and to disappear but you couldn’t. You couldn’t breathe properly as each time you tried, you only found yourself trapped more in an endless cycle of suffocation.
“Well this has been fun, but I am famished, we’ll continue this little session later. Don’t you forget this Y/n, you filthy, worthless, horrendous tramp. I’m ashamed to be in a house with someone as disappointing as you. Enjoy the dirty floor, it’s where you belong anyways,” Victoria angrily seethed, however, most of her speech was only registered as a few words, as your mind was still clogged with negative thoughts, swirling around in your head like a storm in the middle of the ocean on high tide. Victoria gave a slight nod and Ernest released you, snickering and cackling off with the two female devils.
You dragged your convulsing body towards the wall, struggling to even make the slight trip of movement. Trembling, you brought your hand to your chest as if trying to contain the empty black hole that was swelling in your heart. Words like this were spoken frequently, and you would have thought that you would have been used to it by now. The world melted and swirled around as you began to become detached from it. Your mind screamed and plagued you with panic as your throat tightened and your skin became clammy again. Down the rabbit hole you fell, but into a deep, darkened hole that didn’t allow you to escape the perils of your mind.
“Y/n?” spoke a muffled and distant voice. Tears spiked at your eyes like silver daggers while this ghostly voice floated towards you.
“Y/n? Why…on…floor…doing…Y/n?” you tried to make out, but your head was wallowing too far into the murky depths of despair to the point of being unable to understand what was going on. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t take it anymore. Your lungs and chest constricted as your body rattled with quakes and sobs, and a dark shadow casted over your form.
You tore your eyes from being frozen on the ground to be met with piercing eyes and constellations of freckles. You hadn’t noticed when Newt Scamander had walked into the hallway, but that didn’t mean you were going to push him away.
His eyes were wide with concern and a hint of fear, as he had just walked upon your broken state. The two of you had been with one another for years, and by now, Newt was very aware of incidents like this. When Victoria and her posse had tormented you by stealing your notebook and reading aloud from it in the great hall, Newt rushed to your side after and simply held your hand while whispering to you. You weren’t even friends at the time, which would be hard to believe since the two of you are incredibly close now, often seen in the library in deep conversation or holding one another under the trees by the lake, hands intertwined and his lips pressed into your hair. The beautiful person he had his heart stolen by now laid in a pool of tears like a broken porcelain doll in the rain.
However, he knew what was happening. While others viewed you as some sort of “mental nutcase” at times like this, he looked at you with gentle compassion and gentleness. You were like some of his beasts, sent into a state of tightened panic when frightened or under mass amounts of stress. He saw you now, slumped against the wall of the corridor hall, and he slowly crouched down to his knees.
“Y/n, darling, I need you to look at me okay. I need you to look at me and breathe with me. I’m right here, and I’m not leaving. Breathe with me love, I know you can do it. Ready darling, in and out, in and out, in and out.” He spoke with a hushed voice while his hands found yours and clasped them soothingly. His thumbs ran over your knuckles, gently massaging reassurance through them. He wanted you to feel safe. He needed you to feel safe.
“N-Newt I-I-I can’t do i-it…” you tried to say, but you were silenced once again by shaking and unsteady breaths. You ran your hands throughout your locks of hair rapidly.
“Darling, it’s okay. Remember love, in and out, with me darling.”
His tone was nowhere near angry or frustrated, but was instead saturated with love and care. Your breathing slowed slightly as you began to follow his rhythm.
In and out, in and out. One, two three, and in and out.
Newt kept his gaze on you as your breathing and posture slowly returned back to its usual state. Your panic faded away for now, and Newt cautiously looked over you to make sure that you were comfortable. By now he had you cradled in his arms, and neither of you cared that you were both out in the open hallway.
“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t come in time to p-protect you from Victoria, darling. I’m so sorry, and now you’re hurt,” he murmured as tears tried to form once again in his eyes.
“Newt, it’s not your fault, I’ll talk to one of the professors again to get them to stop, but I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t come when you did. Thank you,” you whispered back, being entirely honest. He pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek while slipping in a small, ‘I love you’
He helped you and loved you when you needed it. He didn’t yell at you or try and fix you for being destroyed. Newt cared about you and would do anything and everything to make sure that you were anything but uncomfortable.
You reached up and kissed him once more, thanking the lovely boy for being so gentle and caring, and for viewing you as the person you are, and not as someone different. He loved and respected you for who you were, and he would always be there to hold and help you when you needed it most.
Our Choices - Chapter 2 - Guilty Until Proven Innocent
OH MY GOODNESS, OKAY, so I am really humbled by the reaction the first chapter to this fic got!! I wasn’t going to post another chapter until tomorrow but I just couldn’t wait, so here you go! I’m really, really proud of this chapter even though it may be the darkest of this story. I know that right now this fic may seem a little choppy but I promise you, it all comes together. Once again, the gif isn’t mine (but good lord, how incredible is it?!).
Warnings: Not a happy chapter. Well…there’s a bit…but mostly this is full of angst and sadness and depression, no point pretending it’s not.
I highly recommend you listen to this ambience video in another tab while you read this chapter. I listened while I wrote this and boy does it set the mood!!
Azkaban Wizard Prison, Ward X (Highly Dangerous Inmates) September, 1986
3484-1031. 3484-1031. The number was burned in Sirius Black’s mind like the Dark Marks he’d seen etched in angry, swirling ink on so many inmates’ arms. The number was a sick form of identification, just as much a curse as the one that killed two of his best friends and nearly ended the short life of their child. Prisoner #3484-1031. He let his eyes flutter shut in the hopes that he’d never open them again, but this place had a funny way of keeping prisoners alive.
3…A wave of frostiness washed over Sirius’s thin body like a badly cast Disillusionment Charm, sending him into shivery convulsions for the umpteenth time. His body twitched, every bone burning with icy fire as his guards ghosted past the iron doors to his cell, which were crusty with rot and mold and frosted over like every inch of this godforsaken place seemed to be. 4…8…He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and let the thick substance coat his teeth, which he involuntarily bared at the ragged black cloak hovering in the corridor outside. 4. He wanted to feel something, anything besides the crushing darkness and the endless stab of guilt that came with knowing that, innocent though he was, it was his fault James and Lily were dead and Harry was orphaned. Peter, that bloody coward.
Sirius choked back a sob and then chose anger instead, gripping himself so tightly his sharp nails made little crescent moons of filth in his sallow skin and he thought at any moment he might shatter the bones that barely held his frail body together. He wished he would. 1031. October 31, the night he was caught and arrested. The night they died.
This story does have themes that may upset some people. do not read if you think this is you.
Lilies mind exploded with the most violent rush of endorphin’s she had ever felt as her babysitter stuffed her gaping drooling mouth her thick shit. She had never felt like this before in her life, she felt complete. Time froze for Lily as she felt her head spin and her pussy contract as it gushed cum out onto the tiles beneath her. Emily, covered in her shit was smiling as she fed her petite slave the handful of poo that she held on her hand. Neither Lily or Emily knew they would be doing something so depraved or disgusting with each other when Emily arrived a few hours before. They loved it.
Time unfroze, Lily heard Emily’s voice come into focus mid sentence “-on’t you, you shit loving slut. YOU LOVE BEING FED MY SHIT!” Emily was now shouting her words that were more forceful than romantic. Lily tried to reply but couldn’t get a word out due to her mouth being full, now overflowing with Emily’s shit. Lily started to smear the mess on her breasts all over her body, first her stomach then her arms, she then pulled up her legs so she lay curled in a ball on the cold tiles. She was entirely covered before Emily even knew she had done it. “You greedy whore!!” Emily said almost in amazement. “Spread your legs, i think you’ll like this.” She said. Emily grabbed the insides of Lilies thighs and spread them wide open, exposing her shaved, drenched pussy. Lily lay back down continuing to smear her body in pure ecstasy not caring about anything except being entirely covered. Emily began to shape what was left of the shit in her hand into something that resembled an extremely thick cock, she did this with little trouble as it was one of her favorite things to do when she had alone time at home. Her play thing lay exposed and waiting, consumed by her new found addiction to shit, Emily began to lick and tease Lilies clit with her tongue. Softly running circles around it, she slid a finger inside and began to fuck Lily. Hard. Lily moaned and whimpered as her tight pussy was violated, once Emily could taste Lilies pussy juice flooding out she replaced her finger with her dildo of shit, stuffing her pussy in the same manner she had stuffed to her mouth earlier. Lily loved it, she couldn’t stop herself from shaking and moaning, she spat the poo out of her mouth. “Oh my god Em, no, no don’t that’s too much…! Please take it out…!” Lily cried as if she had only now realized what she was doing. “No, I own you Lily. You’re mine and you’re going to take my shit inside you, because i want you to and there is nothing you can do about it.” Emily said, staring at Lily who now fully realized there was no turning back. She had become property, Emily had fantasied about having a toy just like her for years, now that she had one and there was no way she was going to give her up. Lily was terrified, she felt hopeless and scared but she still felt like she had never felt before in her life, she still liked it. “Fuck me then, I want to be fucked. Not stuffed, fucked.” Lily said staring back at Emily who now crouched between her open thighs. “That’s more like it.” Emily said almost laughing, she knew how much control she had over Lily and she loved it. She pushed two fingers inside Lily and began to fuck her, hard enough to push the handful of shit inside her so far up inside her she could hardly feel it anymore. “OHHH FUUCKKK!!” Lily screamed as she felt Emily’s poo being forced into her greedy pussy, Lily looked down and saw Emily fingering her but to her it felt just like she was being fucked with her 7" dildo. “Em, i have… A… Dildo, upstairs… Get it…” Lily struggled to get out the words as she was being fingered so violently. “Where?” Emily asked, not slowing her pace at all. “In my bathroom… Near the sink… Bottom… Draw…” Lily said. To both her relief and disappointment Emily withdrew her fingers and immediately, stood up, and left the room.
Lily was now the dirtiest 18 year old girl on the planet, covered in her babysitters shit on her kitchen floor. As soon as Emily left Lily could feel the shit inside her trying to push out of her fully stuffed pussy but she didn’t want that. Lily clenched and held the shit inside of her, she felt amazing, she felt the warmth of the poo inside of her. She looked over her body and saw just how covered she was. There was not a single inch of her fair pale skin that was not turned brown by Emily’s shit, this made Lily think of Emily. She had not been gone long but she craved her, Lily needed to have her back to continue their disgusting games together. Her mind pictured Emily smeared with her beautiful thick creamy shit that she had just pushed out onto Lilies breasts, she thought of how sexy Emily’s massive breasts looked coated with poo. Lily realized she didn’t want to do anything else, this was all she wanted. Lily now only craved the life of a scat slave, and the only person she thought to be fit to own her, was Emily.
As Emily left the kitchen and proceeded up the stairs to Lilies bedroom she passed a mirror, she stopped to look at herself. She loved the sight of herself covered in shit, it made her wetter than anything ever did, or could. Emily stood there for a minute admiring her body before she remembered why she left in the first place. When she go to Lilies bathroom she noticed something that made her begin to feel light headed. Emily walked over to Lilies personal toilet, the seat was down. Emily’s head began to spin as she thought of all the times her new slave must have pooped in that bowl. Her hand shook slightly as she keeled and opened the lid, she was nothing short of delighted to see an inch long smear of shit on the side of the bowl. Emily thrust her body forward so her head now fit entirely into the bowl, she licked and cleaned the smear off the porcelain. Emily was dominating but she would go to extreme lengths to taste shit. Especially someone else’s. She moaned loudly, Lilies shit was the most amazing she had ever tasted. Emily needed more. As fast as she could she rummaged through the draws until she found the thick, long, realistic looking dildo and ran down stairs to her awaiting slave.
“Got it!” Emily said, she sounded less controlling and more excited than before. “Good, i need it Emily. So fucking bad.” Lily replied. “I know you little whore, i’m going to give it to you, then you’re going to give something to me.” Emily said as she dropped to all four and spread Lilies thighs once again. “What do you want me to give you Em?” Lily asked sounding innocently curious. “You’ll see, you wont be able to stop yourself. Trust me.” Emily said as she pushed the dildo into Lilies pussy, filling the gap left by her fingers. Lily moaned as she took it, she had fucked herself with the same dildo many times but it never felt the way this did, it felt heavenly. “Good girl, take it all Lily.” Said Emily, as she slowly pushed it inside Lily. Emily began to position her face closer and lower, Lily didn’t notice because her eyes were closed as she moaned and whimpered. Lily felt the slimy sensation of Emily’s tongue on her tight, virgin asshole. The combination of Emily’s tongue and the dildo pushing the shit further and further into her, Lily once again went into orgasm. This one though was more violent and extreme than any other she had experienced that night, or any other. “FUUUUU!!!-” Lily screamed not being able to finish as she felt her ass loosen and Emily’s tongue entered. Cum gushed and flowed from her pussy, the dildo was pushed out with some of the shit that filled her because of the pressure. Lily convulsed on the floor as Emily tongue fucked her ass, moaning loudly as she did so. “Oh… Oh M… My God, Em…” Lily panted. Emily rose from beneath Lilies legs looking her in the eyes with her mesmerizing hazel eyes. “You are very naughty aren’t you Lily? Now i know you’re tired after that, but, i want one last thing before you’re allowed to be free for the night.” Emily said, grinning as she did. “What do you want Em? I’ll do it i promise.” Lily replied, now trying tirelessly to impress and pleasure her new owner. “It’ll be easier if i show you.” Emily said as she lay back and spread her legs. Lily watched, “Now put your pretty little virgin asshole over my pussy Lily.” Emily said, she spread her pussy, exposing a large gape, big enough to fit three fingers easily. “O… Okay Em…” Lily said, obediently following instructions. She spread her ass and lowered it down softly over Emily’s wide open pussy. “What you’re going to do Lily, is fill me. You’re going to shit into me and fill me up.” Emily said pausing to await a response. “Yes Em, anything for you.” Lily replied without even batting an eye. Lily pushed and pushed, she felt something inside her She knew she needed to go, so she pushed harder and sure enough Emily began to moan and tell her she felt it. “It’s coming, don’t you dare stop pushing! Fill me!!” Emily shouted. Lily grunted and then her face instantaneously went from strain to immense pleasure, as she felt a firm log leave her ass and enter straight into Emily’s hungry pussy. “YEEESSSSSS!! FILL ME WHORE!! FILL MEE!!” Emily shouted, her commands mixed with moans as well as Lilies grunts. Lily had just filled Emily with her shit. They were connected, the log was both in Lilies ass and Emily’s pussy. Both girls moaned as Lily began to scissor Emily. “That’s a good little shit whore, fuck me with your shit Lily. Fuck me with you’re shit cock!!” Emily said. Lily did as she was told and rode her babysitter and owners pussy, thus forcing the shit that connected them into both girls. It did not take long for Emily and Lily the two filthiest, most disgusting, sexually depraved girls on earth to cum. They gushed pussy juice and shit all over each other, Lily threw back her head and screamed. Emily smeared the squirt and shit mixture over over body as it gushed from both of them.
Now, after the most intense orgasm both girls had ever experienced, they lay, intertwined on Lilies kitchen floor. They both didn’t know what to do now. Even Emily who thought herself to be an expert was speechless. There was so much shit that it would be reasonable to assume a group of ten men provided it. They lay. Emily was the first to speak. “I.. I don’t… Know…” She stopped thinking of what to say. “What now?” She finally whispered. “Whatever you want. Miss.” Said Lilly.
I am yet to decide if i will continue this story. Like or message me for more.
dang i can’t believe how long this thing is getting. thanks for all your comments and messages! [read it on ao3 here.]
“Rhys! Rhys, c’mon babe, wake up!”
Rhys groaned from where he was slumped overtop Jack on the floor, but still remained unconscious. Jack continued to shake Rhys’ shoulder, although the man showed no signs of rousing; he was bleeding from both his empty arm socket and neural port, and he looked even paler than usual.
“What do you want?” Jack growled, locking eyes with Vasquez, who now stood at the control panel with a disgustingly smug look on his face.
“How stupid do you think I am?” Vasquez asked, looking way too drunk on power.
“With a nickname like Wallethead?” Jack said, something fiery awakening inside of him. “Very.”
Vasquez glared, fiddling with a few switches on the control panel as Jack continued his futile attempt to wake Rhys.
“Honestly, Jack? I used to think of you as a genius, a hero,” Vasquez said, leering. “But now I see you’re just as pathetic as the rest of them.”
I went with something pretty different here (it’s an AU). I’m not too happy with it, but eh.
She watched the young boy struggle in vain.
They slammed him against the wall, his small frame hitting
the concrete with a loud, reverberating thud. His cheek pressed hard against
the cement, and he squirmed helplessly all the while they held him down. His
eyes, the colour of forest trees and glittering jade, locked with hers; a
silent plea for help.
He was the last normie left in the project.
The more time that had passed, the more they’d all innocently
assumed that not even their cold-hearted captures would have the nerve to
weaponize the sweetest, most kind-hearted soul in the place.
Paul rolled his eyes for the fourteenth time in a single hour.
Paul had been patient for too long. Annoyance was beginning to bubble up inside him and he found himself wanting to rake his claws across his best friend’s face.
“Jare.” Paul sighed, looking at the wide-eyed boy next to him with exasperation.
“Don’t you think she would be here by now if she walks this way?” Paul slumped against the tree and ran a hand through his dark, newly cut hair.
“She walks home this way– I think.” Jared muttered, his exceptionally sharp eyes peeled back for any sign of the stunning goddess he’d laid eyes on in class.
“You think.” Paul rolled his eyes again. He may as well just keep them rolled all the way back into his head. His best friend was an idiot.
Jared Cameron and Paul Lahote had gone back to school three days ago, after two weeks of missed school. Both were on edge the whole day, and it was their very last class that turned everything onto its toes.
can you do an imagine where y/n has epilepsy and she’s watching Shawn on
side stage but she has a seizure and he sees from his spot on stage and
rubs over please
Note: not my gif, I don’t know much about epilepsy so I did as much research as I could - please forgive me if some things are not accurate! I do not mean to offend anyone, ALSO I don’t know whether to put a trigger warning but this does involve seizures!
It was no secret that you had epilepsy - you had been living with it for years after you finally acquired a medical diagnosis by your doctor four years ago.
It definitely wasn’t hard to go about your daily life, but you were constantly steering clear of things that could potentially trigger a series of seizures; missing medication dosages, strobe lights, lack of sleep, low blood sugar - any of these things could send you to the ground in convulsions. To be more specific, you have photosensitive epilepsy.
It wasn’t hard for you to make sure you got sleep or didn’t miss any dosages of your medication or stay away from strobe lights, it was something you were constantly working on and aware of.
So, when you began dating Shawn, you made sure he knew of these things too. You alerted him that if he didn’t want to continue to go out with you, you were okay with that, but he asked you if you were crazy and kissed you, telling you he wasn’t going to leave.
He was and is, the best thing to happen to you in a while, though.
Especially now; you were on break from school and Shawn had gone on tour - practically begging for you to come along. You obviously agreed, loving Shawn with every fiber in your being and not wanting to be away from him for long.
Currently, you were sitting in the lounge area of the bus, reading a book. Shawn was busy with meet and greet stuff, as well as soundcheck and from doing practically nothing all day, you had received a huge headache. Shawn of course, immediately got worried, but you assured him that everything was fine and you were just a little tired. He then, ushered you back towards the bus and told you to take a nap before the show started.
That’s exactly what you did, but when you woke up from your nap, there was still about forty minutes left until you were planning on heading into the arena. You simply decided to spend your time, finishing the last chapter of the book that you were reading.
“Y/N?” You hear someone yell from the front of the bus.
“In the lounge area!” You yell back, reading the last two lines of the book before you put the book down beside you.
Brian walked in, giving you a smile.
“Hey, Y/N. The show is about to start soon and Shawn asked for me to come get you.”
“Well, thanks Brian, I must’ve lost some time while reading because I could’ve sworn that I had at most an hour left.” You stand up, following him out of the bus.
“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you’re a nerd.” Brian pokes you and you shove him, laughing.
“Rude.” You say, walking into the arena.
You could hear the screaming girls (and guys) lined up outside, waiting to get in if they weren’t already in - because they didn’t have VIP. You briefly hear your name yelled and you turn around quickly, waving at a few girls who had waved at you.
Shawn was currently backstage, tuning his acoustic guitar, while adjusting his in-ears. His face seemed to be focused, so you stood back - wanting him to finish what he was doing before you disturbed him. However, you didn’t have to wait that long, for he looked up and smiled once he saw you, completely erasing the serious look off of his face.
“Hi, babe.” Shawn smiles, wide, excited for the first show of the tour.
“Hey, you ready?” You ask, already knowing the answer to your question.
“Hell yeah!” Shawn says, pumped.
“Shawn, you’re up, good luck man.” One of his tour manager’s slaps his shoulder lightly
“Thanks.” Shawn says, smiling.
He walks towards you and places his hands on your waist, bringing you as close as you could be to him.
“Thank you for being here with me, it makes things a lot more special.” He kisses you and you smile as his lips touch yours.
“Good luck out there, I love you.” You say, pushing away form him.
“I love you, too, I’ll see you after the show, I guess. You’ll be watching right?”
“What else would I be doing?” You laugh, shaking your head.
“And you took your meds, right?” Shawn looks at you worriedly and you roll your eyes.
“Yes, dad, I did. Now go and perform, good luck.”
You feel awful because you hadn’t taken your meds, but you didn’t need to take them for another hour or so since your last dosage hadn’t exactly stopped working yet.
Shawn just smiles and turns away from you, walking onto the stage - screams erupting.
The show was almost over, but you had taken a peak at the set list and saw that Treat You Better was being performed next - people could call you basic, but it was one of your favorites.
Unfortunately for you, you were unaware, that at the beginning of the song, intense dark blue strobe lights were turned on.
This was not good. Due to your last dosage being taken such a long while ago, you knew that your seizure was going to be unavoidable - if you had taken your next dosage, this seizure that you were about to have could’ve been avoided (not likely though).
Your vision became blurred and a tingling began to spread throughout your body, while your mind began racing through multiple thoughts at once and before you knew it, you were crashing against the cement floors of the arena.
Unfortunately for you, you were not one of those people who ends up losing consciousness during your seizures, you feel as if you’re being shocked by an electrical current, you’re not able to see things clearly, and you can smell rubber burning - or some other material being burned right next to your face.
However, you were still able to hear. So, what you did hear, caused you to panic. The music had stopped and the arena was filled with confused voices as footsteps are heard running towards you.
“Oh my god, Y/N, can you hear me?” Shawn asks, sounding panicky and like his heart is more than likely racing. “Someone help me roll her over!”
You lightly feel hands turning you onto your side, with slight difficulty as your convulsions were at their peak.
“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m right here. I’m right here, it’s okay.” Shawn’s voice cracks and you can immediately tell that he’s trying not to completely freak out.
Slowly, but surely, you know that you’ve stopped convulsing due to the smell of something burning vanishing and your body doesn’t feel as if it’s being electrocuted anymore.
“Y/N?” You hear Shawn say your name. “Y/N, can you hear me?”
It takes a few minutes for you to fully come back and be able to speak, but the people around you are patient.
“Y/N?” Shawn asks softly as you fully regain your state of mind, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair.
You see his eyes are a little puffy, probably from him rubbing at them to not cry.
Your body feels cold as it stays laying against the concrete, some drool making its way onto your cheek.
You’re finally able to get your muscles to relax and wipe the drool from your mouth - feeling completely embarrassed.
“Can you hear me, baby?” Shawn speaks slowly and calmly.
You nod your head, your not being able to catch up with your thoughts just yet.
“That’s good, that’s good.” Shawn repeats himself, pulling your body into his lap and you grab at his t-shirt.
“I’m sorry.” You say, your voice scratchy.
“Stop it, you have nothing to be sorry for - I’m sorry Y/N, I had no idea that they were going to be doing the strobe lights. If I had known, I would’ve told you to not watch that song. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” You say lazily.
Your eyes pick up the amount of people that are around you, waiting to make sure you’re okay and you feel extremely embarrassed now and even a little self-conscious.
“Let’s go, come on.” Shawn says, hoisting you up and carrying you out of the arena, back onto the bus.
“Shawn,” you say sleepily, cozying up in his bunk. “You need to finish the show.”
“I had Andrew go out and tell them that something happened and I wasn’t able to finish the show.”
Well, now you felt guilty, too.
“No, Shawn, you have to go.” You say, but you were extremely powerless against Shawn at this very moment.
“No, I’m going to get you your medication that I know you didn’t take, and then you’re going to get some rest.”
“How’d you know I didn’t take it?” You ask, yawning.
“Because when you lie, your eye twitches.” He chuckles.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You wonder.
“Because I assumed there was a good reason as to why you were waiting to take it, but I guess I was wrong. Please, Y/N, don’t lie to me like that ever again, okay?”
You nod and he kisses your forehead, before going to grab your medication.
Another little side note: a couple of my friends had seizures while I was with them and it was hard to watch them go through while I felt so helpless :( it’s a super scary situation so I suggest that you guys go and research what to do if you see someone having a seizure! I didn’t know what to do the first time and the paramedics explained to me what I could’ve done to help - you never know! I do know that the second time it happened, I was a little more educated and knew some things that I could do before the paramedics came.