you never asked me to stay

cat-pun  asked:

ok so i got this shimmery lotion bar at lush that pretty much just distributes an absolute metric ton of glitter on your skin that stays on for a very long time while hydrating and i was like... you know who would appreciate this? that lovely sparkleboy over at terrifyingjellyfish. ive never been more sparkly and content in my life

looks like I need to transcend cheek glitter, and go for 

F U L L  B O D Y  G L I T T E R 

thank you for informing me of this method of glitter distribution!!

anonymous asked:

fmbl!!!! I dunno if you'll get to read this before the concert but i just wanted to say have fun!!!!! Stay safe and enjoy yourself!!!

THANNKS anon thank you!  I actually am seeing the show tomorrow - today was a travel day - so I’ll carry your wishes with me for sure!!!  For now I am very safe, about ready to tuck in for the night so I can get up early tomorrow and WAIT and then go get BUCK.

I wonder, if I texted you in the middle of the night that I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, if you’d text back. If you’d wonder what it means that you’re the one person out of everyone I trust. If you’d stay up with me for hours, even though you have to be up early tomorrow. I wonder if you’d do it because you want to make sure I’m okay or because you can’t sleep anyway. Or just because you’d feel guilty if you didn’t. I wonder if, when you see me the next day, you’d ask if I was okay or pretend it never happened.

Because every night I’m breaking, and you’re the only one I want to know. But I’m not sure you’d want to be the one I tell.

“Egg shells,” I told her. “It felt like walking on egg shells.”

She had asked me what it felt like to be with him. She continued, “So why did you stay? Why did you put yourself through that?”

I smiled. “Because, sometimes, it wasn’t all that bad. If I tip toed in just the right pattern—if I watched my steps carefully—it was beautiful. We were beautiful.” Then my smile fell. “But sometimes, the egg shells cracked if even just the wind blew in the wrong way. And that’s when I should’ve left, but I never could make myself.”

She looked at me with sad eyes.

“I loved him,” I told her. “I loved him so much that I became an expert at every game he played. And he loved who I became for him.”

—  excerpt from an unfinished book #121 // It felt like walking on egg shells

Do you ever think about me?“ She asks, full of hope that maybe she hasn’t lost him.

“I stayed up every night trying to find the right words for you, and eventually I’d fall asleep, but my dreams always consisted of you.” he answered.

“Why didn’t you come back to me?”

“Because eventually I realized that I didn’t really miss you, it was that I missed someone caring so much about me.”

And like that, all her hopes that they could be together again were crushed.

—  (hope)
♥ valentine’s day starters, angst edition

{ the fluff edition is here! }

  • “we’ve had this planned for weeks.”
  • “this was important to me. you knew that.”
  • “how could you – and today, of all days?”
  • “you can keep the fucking flowers.”
  • “well, you’re only about…two hours late.”
  • “there’s dinner in the microwave. just fucking reheat it for yourself.”
  • “i thought you’d forgotten about tonight.”
  • “is getting piss drunk your idea of romance?”
  • “if you think chocolates are going to make me feel any better, you better think again and think fast.”
  • “was one night too much to ask for?”
  • “i warned you that i wasn’t not looking for anything serious.”
  • “i never asked for you to give me the world. all i’ve wanted is you.”
  • “you know, i don’t know why i’ve stayed this long.”
  • “i don’t know why i keep expecting one year to be any different.”
  • “you forgot. i can’t believe you forgot.”
  • “am i not a priority for you?”
  • “are we not a priority to you?”
  • “i waited for you.”
  • “i really thought you would show up this time.”
  • “i should have known not to get my hopes up.”
  • “can we at least pretend to be happy tonight?”
  • “can we at least pretend to be fucking normal tonight?”
  • “can you at least pretend you give a damn about me tonight?”
  • “i never promised you anything.”
    “i know it’s a shit day to bring this up, but…i don’t think it’s working out anymore.”
  • “please don’t start this. not tonight.”
  • “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”
  • “i’m sorry. what else do you want me to say?”
  • “i forgot and i’m sorry. what else do you want me to say?”
  • “i won’t apologize for something that isn’t my fault.”
  • “i didn’t know this meant that much to you.”
  • “i don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
  • “it’s just a stupid holiday.”
8

every series of doctor who [3/9] →  series three

I traveled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China. Right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that’s wrong because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops, he never stays, he never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him. I love him. And I know what he can do.

Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

Part 2?

Why should I think of you when you never think of me? Why should I care about what you feel when you never care about what I feel? Why should I build my future around you when you never build yours around me? Really, why should I stay with you when you never ask me to, when you never give me a reason to?

Darling, it isn’t about the things you do that drives me away from you, it’s about the things you didn’t do.
—  cynthia go // Bitter Truths // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #26
TITANIC (1997) QUOTES
  • I love you, ____
  • Don’t you do that, don’t say your good-byes. Not yet, do you understand me? 
  • I got everything I need right here with me. 
  • I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. 
  • You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.
  • Stay back! Don’t come any closer!
  • Come on, just give me your hand. I’ll pull you back over.
  • Do you love him?
  • Well, you’re being very rude. You shouldn’t be asking me this.
  • Well, it’s a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
  • Why can’t you just answer the question?
  • You are so annoying.
  • I’m the king of the world!
  • This is where we first met.
  • I changed my mind.
  • Do you trust me?
  • Goodbye! I’m gonna never forget you!
  • You’re a good liar.
  • What I was thinking was, what could’ve happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?
  • No, no, that’s not what I was thinking.
  • Well, I believe you may get your headlines, ____
  • You’re so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You’re so stupid, ____
  • Oh God! I couldn’t go. I couldn’t go, _____
  • It’s not up to you to save me, ____.
  •  You’re a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you’re the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I’ve ever known…
  • Music to drown by. Now I know I’m in first class.
  • I know. It doesn’t make any sense. That’s why I trust it.
  • You unimaginable bastard!
  • Oh stop it, mother. You’ll give yourself a nose bleed.
  • So, you wanna go to a real party?
  • How did you find out I didn’t do it?
  • Well, you’re about to fall into the snake pit… what are you planning to wear?
  • You shine up like a new penny.
  • I will never forget you.
  • You want to walk a little faster through that valley there? 
“do you think you can still love after him?” her friend asks when she sees him passing by the couch where they were seated.
“i don’t think i want to,” she replies after a long pause. “i don’t want to give my heart out to anyone else only to have it ripped to shreds and handed back to me.”
her friend stays silent.
“besides, it wouldn’t be fair to the next guy. i wouldn’t give it my all, not after this, and i don’t want to be the cause of someone else’s heartbreak. so, no, i don’t want to love anymore.” she says as she finishes the drink in her red cup, noticing how the now empty cup isn’t nearly as empty as she is.

“Do you miss me?” she asked with tears threatening to spill.


“I miss your laugh, I miss how no matter what you’d always pay. I miss the way you hug me like you’re scared to let go. I miss your smell. I miss your constant cheering me on. I miss all our inside jokes. I miss how no matter how much I messed up, you always stayed.” he said with a sad smile.


With the tears running down her face she said, “ You know, I didn’t want to go. I wanted forever and longer with you. I love you so much, but there was no point in me staying for someone who didn’t really love me. You know this, right?”


“I know, darling.

—  (just because you miss me, doesnt mean you love me)
I hate that you are able to make me feel so pathetic and so alone because I love you so much that I actually asked you to stay and I never thought I would ask anybody that, yet it still wasn’t good enough. And I gave you everything and put my love before my dignity and you couldn’t even fight for me. I feel vulnerable and used. I trusted you with these things that are so fragile and you mistreated them.
—  I spoke too soon

all these boys out there asking for a relationship they know won’t last but i’m just waiting for the one boy who’ll earn me over and stay in my life for good. i dont want to go through any breakups or regrets. i just need one man and i’ll be good. either u stay in my life forever or you never come in it in the first place.

Sex at 3am.

Hi guys ! It’s Raphaëlle talking ! Just wanted to tell you how much I love you, and that, if you have any ideas for imagine, you can always come and ask me !

Disclaimer: Smut. Like hard, pure smut. Oh, and swearing. And a breeding kink.

Words: 2339.

MASTERLIST

Imagine, you though something happened to him.

***

The clock on your bedside table was showing 2:34 am the last time you checked. And still no signs of him. You were starting to get worry. He’s been gone since 19h and told you he was supposed to be back between 23h\0h00. Never, never he was that late. And if he was, he would let you know. Send somebody to tell you that something was wrong and that he had to stay longer at the office.

 But tonight, nothing. Not even a text. 

It wasn’t normal.

 Scenarios after scenarios started to create itself inside your head. What if the Bat caught him? What if, right now, he was inside a cell of Arkham? No, that’s impossible, Frost would have come to tell you.

What if they’re all dead? What if the police showed up while they were crashing the mayor’s birthday party and kill them all? Could it be possible? 

Was it how it was supposed to end since the beginning? Him dead and you heartbroken? 

You couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaching for your phone, you call him.

After ten ringing, his voice mail snaps. 

You try again. Three, four, five times. Still the same thing: no answer. 

You could feel the panic raising inside of you. Suddenly, it was more difficult to breath, and the room felt tighter around you. You took off the silk purple sheet off of you. The warm of the room was becoming too intense. You could feel the drops of sweat rolling down your naked back. 

You try Frost’s number. Again, it direct you to his voice mail. You screamed in frustration, you could feel the tears at the extremities of your eyes.

You pitch your cell phone as far from you and run out of the bedroom into the living room. You turn on the TV and put it on the news. You knew that, if Mr. J was dead, they would talk about it. Whatever the time is. 

But you’re welcomed by the fortune lady who’s talking about her tarot cards and how much energy they have. 

You scream, while you let down your tears. And then it hit you. How deep your bond to that man is. How the fact that you don’t have any information can make you sick so rapidly. You needed him to breath, to live. Otherwise you’ll fall into an abyss of eternal darkness. You passed your fingers through your (h\c) hair. Multiples times. And then, you pull. You pull with all your strength. And then, you winced as you feel your hair getting pulled out of your head. You became crazy. Like an addict who didn’t have his regular dose. 

You started to trash. You throw the remote control at the TV, just so the lady would shut the fuck up. Who gives a damn shit about her tarot cards? The couch is flipped upside down. The pictures and paintings on the wall are destroyed. The wooden table in the middle of the room, is now all over the floor. You start to go after the lamps when you’re bring back to earth by the voice you were looking for. 

WHAT THE FUCK, (y\n)?” J screamed. 

You stopped what you were about to do and stand still in the middle of the ruined room. You’re breathing hard and fast, your naked chest moving upwards every time you take an inspiration. 

You’re not dead?” You said, softly, like you couldn’t believe it.

 His purple coat was stained with splash of red, as well as his naked white chest. His green hair, though, didn’t move an inch. 

Dead? Why would you think that? And why would it gives you the right to destroy the living room?” He said, irritated. 

You told me you’ll be here at 23h. Its 3h in the morning J. Nobody came to tell me you’ll be that late.” You told him, you’re chin’s trembling while you’re trying to maintain the sobs inside of you.

I did. I send that stupid trainee.” 

Well he never came.” You stated, exploding. 

You sit down on the floor while your body’s vibrating with all the sobs that’s coming out of you. 

It’s silent for a while in the room. You can only hear yourself crying. 

Frost. Where’s that fucking trainee? Well, when you’ll find that little bitch, bring him to me. I have some words to tell him.

 You can hear his boots on the floor coming towards you. His cold pale hands passed under your arm pit and lift you up off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to support yourself.

 His big hands go to your naked butt. They caress it gently.

 “Shh, baby, Daddy will make him pay for that, I promise.” He told you, calmly.

He start to walk outside the trashed room and towards your bedroom. Like magic, all of the despair and sobs are gone, as if they were never there.

 “C’mon show your beautiful smile to Daddy.

You take your face out of his neck and show him your teeth. In return, he show you his. 

When you’re inside the dark bedroom, he depose you gently on the silk sheet. He take of his bloody coat and pants, leaving him in only his boxer that had difficulty to maintain all of him inside. 

He come over you, deposing both of his arms between your head and he kiss you. Hard. You can hear the mixing of saliva your tongues are making. He groans, you moan. 

Oh, baby, daddy have been thinking of you all night long. I’ve been hard all night long, thinking about that thigh little cunt of yours.” He says hotly in your ear. 

You can feel his fingers sliding down your body, stopping a while around your bellybutton, to tease you, making you envy him. 

When he puts his finger on your most intimate part, he can already feel the beginning of wetness that he have created by just kissing and touching you. He start to circle your clit and you moan softly. 

Yeah, you like that, hm? Tell daddy, that you like what he’s doing too your little body.”

I like it, daddy. I like it very, very much. Your big fingers make me feel good.” You tell him in an innocent voice.

 You start to hump your waist against his big hand while you put yourself on your elbows to see his fingers on your pinky cunt. 

I’m happy to hear that baby girl.” 

But I’m sure that you’re big cock will help to make me feel so much better.” You state with the same tone of voice. 

You hear him chuckle and see his dick twitch inside of the black fabric. 

You want daddy’s thick meat to fuck your little cunt, baby? Is that what you want?” He asked you.

 He push harder against your clit. He put a wicked smile on his face when he sees you squirm under him. 

Yes daddy, that’s what I want.” 

Then say it, say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…” 

Please.” 

God you’re so… good.” He said, stopping his circular motion on your clit. 

He lift himself off of you. He stand on his knees on the bed, hovering you, like a king. His chest fall back heavy, and the bulge in his boxer makes your mouth water. You lick you lips. 

Come and take it off.” He ordered you. 

You put yourself on your hands and knees and start to go towards him. When you’re centimeters away from his crotch, you bite your lower lips. You lift your (e\c) eyes towards his face. He does a move with his face to tell you to keep going. 

But before taking the boxer off, you lick his cock. You can feel it twitching incontrollable under your wet muscle. You put your tongue back inside your mouth rapidly and take off his black fabric in a swift movement. 

The long and thick organ that you love so much bobs before you. You could stare at it for an eternity. All of the veins and the perfect mushroomed tip are like a masterpiece coming straight from the gods. 

Open your mouth, little slut. Daddy’s got a lollipop for you to suck on.” He said while taking your hair in his fist and making you swallow all of his juicy meat in one shot. You don’t care, even if your throat burn from the intrusion. 

You dig your cheeks as much as you can and start to bob your head up and down while the tip of your tongue’s playing with his tip. You can feel the saliva coming out of your mouth and rolling down your chin. He was fitting so tightly inside your throat that you could feel every vein popping and pumping with blood flow. 

You could feel your wetness intensely dripping down your legs and on the bed.

You take all of him out of your mouth and start to stroke him with both of yours hands. 

Daddy, I love your cock so much, but it makes my throat so sore.” You explained. 

Well, baby, keep on sucking and you’ll have ointment that will take care of your perfect little throat.” He groan out. 

Deciding to tease him a little, you start to do kitten licks on the head of his cock. You let go of his tip and go lower. Licking both of his balls, you take one of them inside your humid mouth and suck on it. 

His groan are louder now, and his head his facing the ceiling. 

You smile, proud of yourself and go to suck his cock again. 

Sweet little mouth, always so good on daddy’s cock.” He start to rock back and forth inside of your mouth. 

He pick up the pace, fucking your mouth furiously. He doesn’t let you any chance to breathe. 

Suddenly, you find yourself on your back, with him on top of you. He puts his hands on the bad head to help him ram his cock inside her mouth. His groans were more and more frequent now. 

Fucking mouth, suck my cock dry. C’mon, milk it!” He groan out loud. 

You could feel the rush you sticky liquid being pushed out of his cock and running down your throat. 

I’m feeding you, you little cunt. Swallow, baby girl. Swallow it all.” He said, staying inside your mouth to make sure you do. 

When he’s sure all of his cum is now inside your belly, he take his cock out of your mouth. You take a deep breath, filling up your lungs with the air that it needs before you feel his red mouth on top of yours. He force his tongue to enter you hot and humid canal. While kissing each other, you can feel his cock getting hard again. You put your hand on it and depose his big cock in between your dripping folds. He moans, just like you. 

Still need you. Still need to breed your little pussy.” He says, humping your wet organ.

 “Daddy!” You cried as he tore through you, sinking to the hilt inside your small cunt. He gripped your tinny hips between his hands, groaning as he tried to keep your wiggling body still on his cock.

Be still, babygirl, Daddy needs you to be still.” he groaned, as your little cunt kept wiggling around the base of his cock, clenching around his shaft as it tried to suck him all up. Tried to keep him prisoner forever. 

But your tight little hole was too much for his already over excited cock and he couldn’t resist the urge to move anymore.

Oh god.” He grunted, as he pulled back, fighting the suction of your little cunt, that wanted to keep his giant meat inside of you forever, before plunging back between the clasping muscles of your pussy.

The bed was rattling with the strength of his thrust. And he was getting so deep as he rutted into you, that you became like a manufacturer of juice. You were soaking his cock and balls as he pounded your sweet little cunt. You could hear the noise of flesh slapping against flesh. You weren’t going to last much longer. Mr. J neither. 

C’mon Daddy, please, feed my little pussy with your baby making cream. Please, it need it.” At your words, you could feel his cock swelling inside of you, stretching you beyond possible.


He grabbed your tiny ass, pulling you onto his cock, forcing his meat as deep as it could go, jamming the head up against your womb over and over making you cry out. 

He became like an animal, trying to get his cock as far up inside his female and breed her. He couldn’t think of anything else, then his shaft up high inside you and shooting all of the damn cum he could produce. 

C’mon babygirl. Cum. Cum around me, let Daddy feel you milking his cock.

And that’s exactly what you did. You came, screaming around his cock, your small body trembling in extasie. You could feel your wetness dripping down his shaft and onto the bed, where there were already a big wet spot. 

His hips were pounding, ramming inside your young body until big shot of hot and potent cum blasted out of his cock, flooding your cervix and leaking around his rutting cock. 

His body shook as he lifted off you. He groaned as his cock slid from the grip of her cum filled hole with a loud slurp. He watch your cunt with attention, before lifting his eyes towards your face. His sweaty face, was smiling. 

Your little pussy was very hungry. It swallowed up all of my cream.” He told you, smiling wickedly. 

He leaned down and kissed you softly, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

I-I think it’s still hungry, Daddy.”

Dear Alexander, It’s Quiet Uptown

Summary: In which you and Bucky are forced to live with the unimaginable.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,715

Warnings: Major Angst, Character Death

A/N: Hamilton still owns me so here I am writing another song fic because of it. This one is a mashup of Dear Theodesia and It’s Quiet Uptown (with a small reference to Stay Alive - Reprise)  and is NOT connected to my Helpless/Satisfied fics.

@avengerstories Thank you, as always for being a queen and editing this.

Originally posted by thechloris

“Do you remember when I told you that I’d never love anyone more than you?” Bucky asks, voice wavering and eyes unable to meet yours. “I lied.”

“That’s alright,” you whisper tiredly, placing your hand over his. It’s been a long day and your ability to fight is nowhere to be found. At this point, it’s a struggle to even keep your eyes open. “I understand.”

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**NOT MY GIF**

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: irl i look as innocent as bucky in this gif but in my mind there’s one thought: L U B E  I T  U P  C A P T A I N 

Also, happy valentine’s day

Words: 358

Prompt: Some questions don’t need to be asked.

Warnings: floof

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Some questions are better left unasked because it’s often clear that you won’t always like the answer you’ll receive.

So you don’t ask and no one answers, the words left as fragments of deep thought trapped at the end of your tongue. They stay there, festering in your mind with boiling curiosity, waiting waiting waiting to be said.

Still, the question remains; unasked and unanswered.

But it still exists it’s corporeal form, there in the corner of your mind.

Do you love me, James?

Of course, the words never leave your lips and a reply never leaves his. But he’s not to blame, because he lives his life struggling with his own demons, too unaware of the storm that’s brewing within.

So, when you’re held close at night, hearing soft promises whispered but never reaching your ears, you don’t ask.

Not when he kisses you, pink lips pressing to your own with utter care and gentleness, calloused hands cupping your jaw, brushing stray strands of hair back into place. You don’t ask.

When he smiles at you, all crooked teeth and hidden jokes, innocent blue eyes shining with the sort of childish mischief that is so utterly and completely him, the one that always brings an unbidden smile to your lips, you don’t ask.

When he’s up at night, plagued by those very demons he flees from day after day, slipping under the covers by your side, reassuring himself that you’re real and you’re there. You don’t ask.

Or when he’s talking, hands moving almost comically as he tries to explain a story of his childhood, eyes glimmering with long-lost hope, you don’t ask.

When he’s got his hand in yours, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand absent mindedly, you don’t ask.

When he’s got you trapped against the couch, head in your lap, refusing to let you move, smirk playing at his lips as your own amused eyes look down at him, you don’t ask.

When he’s looking at you like you’re his everything despite the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, you don’t ask.

Because, that’s the funny thing about some questions.

They don’t need to be asked.

But they’ll still be answered.

Yes, I love you.

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When I was about 13 or so, I was having a conversation with some of my dad’s friends from work. One asked me: “Will, do you have a girlfriend?”
Begrudgingly I replied no, like the angsty teen I was.
“That’s ok” he said. “I know a guy who never dated, married, or anything else. This guy, however, owns two M60s. ”

The sentiment has pretty much stayed with me since.