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Hi! You know that inexperienced smut prompts that you reblogged? Could I request you a smut based on them pls? It would be a Kit Walker x fem reader smut based off prompts 14, 16 and 32 if possible... thanks! :)

of course!! i worked on this all day so i hope you enjoy :)) let me know what you think!

prompts:

14. “You’ve never even touched yourself?”

16. “What do you like?” “I don’t know.” “Then how about we find out together?”

32. “Is it going to hurt?”

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Love in the Darkness

Kit Walker x f!reader

warnings: smut, soft dom kit, oral female receiving, slight fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), slight mentions of murder / stalking, loss of virginity, slight innocence kink if you squint hard enough, very minor drinking, i think that’s it but as always lmk if i forgot any!!!

summary: you never thought in a million years you’d fall in love with a murderer, but here we are.

word count: 3.6k

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You were remanded to Briarcliff for what the doctors called “female hysteria”. But you weren’t hysterical, not even close. All you had done to get thrown in was get into a few fights with men who wouldn’t leave you alone. Stalkers, potential rapists, followed you around, not accepting your constant rejection. It wasn’t fair that you were punished for simply not wanting to be sexually harassed, but it was never fair for women. You’d known since you were a child that being a woman in this world catered to men would be difficult, but you never imagined it would be this difficult.

After being admitted to the asylum, you lost hope in all men, and most women. All the nuns besides Sister Mary Euinice treated you awful. They constantly berated you, telling you every day that you should be a more respectful young woman, that you should be flattered by the attention you get from men. It made you sick. But what made you angrier than anything though is how they called you “unclean” as if the whole situation was your fault. In the beginning you tried to explain to them that those dirty men were the unclean ones, but all that did was make them punish you more. So, you decided not to fight them anymore and take what they dished out.

When you were admitted you knew about Bloody Face. You knew you were going to be in the same place as him. You were scared at first. You knew the rumors, heard the news of what he did to those poor women. It gave you flashbacks to when those men stalked you. You considered yourself lucky that Bloody Face had already been caught, because if it were him following you, you’d be dead.

You were certainly surprised when you saw him for the first time. It was in the common room. You were sitting on one of the couches, trying your best to read a magazine while your fellow inmates did whatever it was, they do. Bloody Face walked in and immediately your eyes were drawn to him. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. You were surprised at how handsome he was. You always imagined him as a large scary looking man, but he was quite the opposite. His real name was Kit Walker. He claimed to be innocent of all charges. You avoided him as best as you could.

One day though, you were placed on kitchen duty with him. You were frightened by him at first, worried he was going to bash your head against the metal tables until your brains oozed out. But all he did was silently separate the bread dough. His stance wasn’t threatening, but to be safe you stood on the opposite side of the table, the side closer to the door.

“I know you’re afraid of me,” he said out of the blue. His accent was thick, his voice soft.

You avoided his eye contact. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

“If you aren’t afraid why are your hands shaking?” He asked. “Why are you standing all the way on the other side of the table?”

“Personal space,” you mumbled your answer.

Kit chuckled quietly, and it made you finally tear your eyes away from the dough that was in your hands. Your eyes met for the first time, and your heart beat began to quicken. What if this is his tactic? You thought. What if his charm and beauty is how he captures women?

“Perhaps I am wrong, I’ve heard you were locked up for attempting to kill a few upstanding guys.”

You shook your head. “That’s not true.”

“Really? Then what’s your side of the story?” He continued. By this point both of you had stopped working on the chore and instead stared at each other. It was far more interesting than working, you had to admit.

“They were trying to… force me to do things I didn’t want to do. I barely caused any harm, but they had more money than me so here I am,” you explained vaguely. “It wasn’t my fault.”

He chuckled; it made your eyebrows raise. “See, me and you aren’t too much different. Both of us were wrongly put in here.”

“You murdered and raped three women,” you said, looking back down at your hands.

“And you brutally tried to kill those men,” he replied.

You were about to reply, but the nuns entered and started to escort the two of you back to your rooms. That was the first time that you started to believe the innocence of Kit Walker.

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As time began to pass and you and Kit were paired together more for chores you were convinced little by little of his innocence. It was the small things. Like how he would hold the door open for you, apologize if while the two of you spoke anything made you uncomfortable, and most importantly how he never questioned whether you were guilty or not.

Eventually, you found yourself becoming excited whenever the two of you spent time together. Kit was sweet, he was nothing at all like the horrible newspapers and radio reports made him out to be. He wasn’t crazy. In fact, he seemed to be the sanest person in Briarcliff besides yourself. You thought it was impossible, but you began to harbor feelings for “Bloody Face” and you found out one night he felt the same way for you.

It was movie night, the two of you snuck away to talk. You made it down to the kitchen without being caught, you were glad. For some reason you knew in your soul something different was going to happen on that night, and you were right. The two of you casually talked about what was happening with your plans to escape, but you noticed as you spoke Kit inched toward you, so slow that if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have noticed.

“What are your plans if we succeed?” He asked.

You smile and lean back on one of the tables. “I want to go to the beach. Feel the sun on my skin again. It’s far too gloomy here, I’ve almost forgotten how it feels to be outside. What are your plans?”

“I suppose I’ll be going to the beach, since that’s where you will be,” he answered.

You feel your cheeks begin to burn. You look away and chuckle, you're nervous like the first time you ever spoke to him. But for a whole different reason. When you looked up at him again, he was barely a foot away from you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“You’d stay with me even after we get outta here?” You asked, your voice softer than before.

“I’d stay with you forever if you let me,” he replied. He reached forward and touched his knuckles to your cheek, brushing them so gently across your skin you can barely even feel it. You swore you couldn’t breathe. “I’ve never met anyone in my life that has as much of an effect on me as you do y/n. I can’t stay away from you.”

“Kit…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I understand if this is too much for you. I understand if I’m not enough for you, you are one special woman y/n. I just-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence. You cut him off with your lips meeting his. He kissed you back as quick as he could, his hand now cupping your cheek. It was soft and sweet, everything you’d expected Kit would be like. After a few seconds he pulled back and looked down into your eyes, your knees felt weak at the look in his dark eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you whispered. “No matter how odd that sounds it’s true. You’re the most caring man I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t help but want you.”

“I’ve wanted to hear that for so long. I am in love with you, and once we get outta here I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Kit declared.

Before you could reply, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours once again. You felt as though you had died and were already in heaven. Being with Kit made you have hope, he was light in that everlasting darkness of Briarcliff. You loved him, you really did. And as the two of you kissed you knew you’d do anything to one day get out and marry him.

The kiss moved fast and before you knew it Kit was starting to put his hands on you. Your body felt as though it were on fire. Every inch of skin that Kit touched became lit with the flame. He moved his hands along your waist, your arms, your back… you couldn’t get enough. But as he started to reach for your breasts you pulled away. He looked down at you, concern on his face.

“Sorry did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, of course not. It’s just that well… I’ve never done anything like this before. That was my first kiss, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. We’ll take things slow all right? We’re gonna have all the time in the world,” he spoke. He was so sincere; it made your heart melt.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied with a smile.

Kit returned the smile. “But would you mind it if I kissed you again?”

“I’d like that too.”

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In the weeks that followed, you and Kit spent as much time as you could together, along with Lana planning your escape. You and Kit were set on getting out. He promised the second the two of you were free he’d marry you. You loved the fantasy. You’d be married in secret and run off together, forgetting all about the terrible parts of your past. He’d buy you a house in a calm neighborhood and you’d raise his kids. It was all you wanted.

One night the two off you had managed to get a few minutes alone in one of the bathrooms. You were against the wall, Kit’s lips on yours. He cupped one of your breasts, while his other hand was dragging its way up your thigh. You try your hardest to keep quiet, but as he begins to trail his lips down your neck you can’t help yourself. You’ve never felt such pleasure in your life.

“Can I touch you baby?” He whispered against your skin. “But you gotta stay quiet.”

“I don’t know if I can, I’ve never been touched down there,” you admitted, your cheeks turning red.

Kit moved back and looked you in the eye. “Well, you know what it feels like from yourself, it’ll be just like that.”

“Well, that’s the thing I’ve never really done that.”

“You’ve never even touched yourself?”

You shook your head and Kit exhaled deeply. You began to feel ashamed; he must’ve thought you were a prude. You figured he knew what you were thinking though, because he touched your face softly and gave you a smile.

“You’re purer than any of the nuns in here,” he joked, earning a small laugh from you. “You’re perfect. I just wanna ask, what do you like? You know, in those ways.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt these feelings for another person, hell I don’t even really know how all of it works. The only thing I was taught as a girl was that sex is when a man puts his… in a woman,” you explained.

“Then how about we find out together? There are some other things I wanna do to you than that,” he replied. He looked out the window and back to you before speaking again. “We don’t have too much time left, but let me try something before we go. Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you answered, and you meant it.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he mumbled.

You thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead he dropped to his knees. You were confused for a second. What was he doing? You then remembered the time you walked in on Shelley doing something to one of the guards. She was on her knees and his pants were down… she was using her mouth on him. That’s when it hit you. Kit was going to use his mouth on you.

He stuck his head under your gown and began to leave small kisses up your thigh. You covered your mouth with your hand and gasped. You’d never felt anything like it. He was quick with his motions, so quick you didn’t even have time to think. In a matter of seconds, he had pulled your panties down and spread your legs. You held in a breath and you felt his hitting your most sensitive spot.

Once his tongue made contact with your clit, that was it. You hit your head against the wall as you threw it back. His tongue was so warm, so soft. With every lick you felt electric shocks pulse throughout your body. You moaned into your hand, your legs becoming wobbly with each passing second. You’d never imagined that much pleasure was held between your legs. It was unearthly.

A wetness started to drip down your leg, but neither of you paid attention to it. You were too engulfed by the building sensation inside you, and Kit was too busy making it happen. You used your free hand to bunch up your gown, you wanted to see him. You didn’t expect him to already be looking up at you. The sight was one you never could have thought of. Kit’s dark eyes were locked on your own, you watched as he licked and kissed your clit. You were speechless.

“Kit, stop. I feel like I might pee,” you suddenly whispered. It was true, you did feel as though you were going to.

“You’re not going to pee, you’re going to cum,” he murmured. “Just let it happen.”

You were going to object, but that’s when you felt it. Your legs started to shake and you couldn’t stop the loud moan that left your lips. That was it, what you’d heard of through whispers. Your first orgasm. Kit didn’t stop for one second, in fact he sucked on your clit even harder. You felt your insides pulsating with pleasure, and by the time it was over you could barely stand.

Kit pulled your panties back up once you were finished and stood. You could see the glistening of your juices on his chin. He smiled and rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth.

“I want to do that every day,” he said. “You’re delicious.”

“Oh Kit,” you mumbled before pulling him in for a kiss.

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The day you and Kit were freed from Briarcliff was the second-best day of your life. The best day of your life came only a week after being free. It was your wedding day. You and Kit traveled a few towns to get to the quickest courthouse. Even though it wasn’t a real wedding, and even though it only lasted an hour, you would never trade it for anything else.

After the ceremony was over and you were officially Mrs. Walker, Kit took you to a motel. You were nervous, but more so excited for what was to come. Like you were straight out of a movie Kit picked you up bridal style and carried you inside your room, the both of you full of joy and laughter.

Once inside, you realized Kit had made preparations. Rose petals were on the floor trailing up to the bed. Candles were lit all around the room. You looked at the dresser and saw two glass cups accompanied by a bottle of champagne. Your heart melted at the gesture.

“Would you like some champagne Mrs. Walker?” He asked after placing you on the bed.

“Champagne, so fancy. Of course, I would Mr. Walker,” you answered with a laugh.

He grabbed the bottle and popped the top off, pouring both of your glasses and bringing it to you. He sat next to you on the bed and took a sip, you did the same. After he finished his glass, he got up and turned on the radio. The soft melody eased your tension a bit.

“Are you happy?” Kit’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

He was standing in front of you by this point, you looked up at him and smiled again. “I’m happier than ever my love.”

“So why am I getting the feeling you’re anxious?”

“I dunno,” you spoke, you placed your cup on the bedside table. “Is it going to hurt?”

“Oh, that’s what this is about.” He sits beside you and takes one of your hands in his. “Don’t be nervous, it’s gonna be good. It might hurt a little, but don’t worry I’ll take good care of you.”

You sigh in relief. “Thank you, for being so patient with me. Not many guys like to wait nowadays.”

“I’d wait forever if that’s what you wanted y/n, don’t feel pressured to do this just cause it’s our wedding night. We don’t have to.”

“No, I want to do this I’m just a bit nervous that’s all. I trust you’ll be gentle with me and make it as good as it can be,” you said. You kick off your heels and slip the little headband with your veil of your head. “I promise I’m ready.”

“I’ll be very gentle,” Kit spoke before closing the gap between your lips.

He keeps that promise throughout the entire night, going only at your pace. First, he laid you back on the bed, undressing you slowly. You couldn’t hold in your laughter as he struggled to drag your garter down with his teeth and you couldn’t stop blushing when he starred at your nude body and called you the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Watching him undress himself made you clench your thighs together in anticipation. His body was perfect, his abdomen full of muscles clear as day. Up until this point neither of you had seen each other fully naked, and you were both glad you waited. After he was undressed, he crawled back on top of you and resumed his previous kisses. He kissed down your jaw, your neck, until he took one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned, your hands weaving through his hair as he sucked your nipple. It was a sensation you’d never even thought of being so good.

When he was done with that he moved down between your thighs and didn’t wait a moment to begin his careful licks on your clit. Your back arched, your thighs clenched around his head, especially after he slowly started to thrust a finger inside you. It was the first time anything had been inside you, and it didn’t feel half bad. In fact, after a few minutes you began to enjoy the feeling. That’s when he added a second finger.

You came fast, and Kit didn’t stop until you were almost asking him too from the overstimulation. Your chest was heaving as he moved on top of you. He kissed you hard, you could taste yourself on his lips. You knew it was time, and you weren’t nervous.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?”

All you did was nod. Kit placed a short kiss on your lips before spitting on his hand and lowering it to his hard dick. You felt him place it at your entrance, it was big. He placed his hands by either side of your head, lacing your hand in his on one side. Without wasting anymore time he began to push himself inside you. You gasped, grabbing his shoulder with your free hand.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispered.

You didn’t reply. You bit down on your lip until he was fully in. It hurt, but it wasn’t the worst pain you’d endured over the years. You could handle it. Kit waited until you gave him another nod to continue. Once you did, he started to slowly move in and out of you, each thrust hurting a little less than the previous one. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his soft noises only making the experience better.

“You can- you can go faster,” you said shakily after maybe ten minutes.

“You sure?” he mumbled.

“Yes.”

He did as you said and began to truly fuck you. You loved how much he loved it. His hand traveled down your body to grip your thigh. He lifted it up, his thrusts going deeper inside you than before. You moaned and pulled his lips to yours. He was insatiable. Biting your lip, sucking your tongue, it was nothing like what the two of you had done in Briarcliff. You loved it.

Kit didn’t last much longer after that. When he came, he moaned your name in a tone that made your stomach fill with butterflies. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy, his heart rate erratic, and his dick pulsing inside you. You moved your fingers through his sweaty hair and held him tight as he rode out his high.

“I love you,” you whispered softly. “And maybe it’s not the time to say this, but I’m grateful to have been put in that terrible place because it gave me you.”

He lifted his head from your chest and starred into your eyes as he spoke his next words. “I love you more and if I could go back in time, I would never change a thing. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

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bestie...... ur mind....... thigh riding dick until he's completely overwhelmed and panting from need..... Jason pushing you down into the mattress and dragging ur hips up and down his thigh while you make out..... thigh riding HCs for the thicc boys pls 😔🤲

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a/n; yes bestie 😤😤 i went ham on this lol

Dick -

"Y/n-" Dick whines as you grind your hips against him. You're arousal coated his bare thigh. Thank god he was wearing gym shorts. Also, his musky from just getting back from the gym? God it made you so fucking wet. He was honestly trembling more than you were.

The Nightwing got off on seeing you get off. Each time your clit brushed across his thigh made you moan, as well as him. "Dickie, you're so good to me...." You whimper and move faster, getting wetter at the friction against you.

"Y-You're so we-wet..." Dick moans and holds your hips, whining a little. He was so cute, almost crying from pleasure. You didn't know why. "You're getting off more than me." You tease and move his hand so he would rub your bundle of nerves. He did so.

God his fingers were so calloused hands felt so good. Roughed and experienced as he rubbed your clit, causing you to spasm. "O-Oh Dick-!" You whine as you start to cum, he does too, making a mess in his shorts.

"Baby-" Dick pants as his face got flushed, trembling as he looks at your shuddering body. He was so overwhelmed by you. You're scent, the feeling for your slick against his muscular thigh sent him in over drive. "I need to be in you."

Jason -

"Take it." His husky voice growled as he made you rut against his bare thigh, your slick coating him. He forgot to buy condoms on the way home but you both needed the release. Jason was gone for a week, you missed him and this motherfucker forgot the fucking CONDOMS. You settled for this. It was his idea anyways. You just wanted his touch.

Your whimpers and pants filled the room as he ground his thigh against your bare pussy. Lewd noises came from the skin on skin contact. "Ja-Jay~" You moan and buck your hips forward. He wouldn't allow that. "You know the rules sweetheart." "But-" You whine but was quickly shut up by his nails digging into your hips.

He was in control. You knew it. Despite being in an uncomfortable position, the pleasure made up for it. Your back was arched as he dragged your hips against his thigh as he stood up, a knee on the bed. He had you on the bed, pinned down from earlier.

" 'anna cum..." You were barely able to speak from the pleasure he gave you. The way he made sure you felt every part of him. He was just an orgasm denier. It pissed you off sometimes but he made it worth it.

"Beg for it." Jason's rough voice almost made you cum then and there. but you held it together. "Pl-Please Jay....want to cum bad..." You babbled and whined, gripping the bedsheets to stabilize yourself. "Fine."

You let out a loud moan as you cum, shuddering from the climax as you came all over him and the bed. You squirted and he fucking loved that. "Such a messy baby..." He chuckles darkly.

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bestie...... ur mind....... thigh riding dick until he's completely overwhelmed and panting from need..... Jason pushing you down into the mattress and dragging ur hips up and down his thigh while you make out..... thigh riding HCs for the thicc boys pls 😔🤲

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a/n; yes bestie 😤😤 i went ham on this lol

Dick -

"Y/n-" Dick whines as you grind your hips against him. You're arousal coated his bare thigh. Thank god he was wearing gym shorts. Also, his musky from just getting back from the gym? God it made you so fucking wet. He was honestly trembling more than you were.

The Nightwing got off on seeing you get off. Each time your clit brushed across his thigh made you moan, as well as him. "Dickie, you're so good to me...." You whimper and move faster, getting wetter at the friction against you.

"Y-You're so we-wet..." Dick moans and holds your hips, whining a little. He was so cute, almost crying from pleasure. You didn't know why. "You're getting off more than me." You tease and move his hand so he would rub your bundle of nerves. He did so.

God his fingers were so calloused hands felt so good. Roughed and experienced as he rubbed your clit, causing you to spasm. "O-Oh Dick-!" You whine as you start to cum, he does too, making a mess in his shorts.

"Baby-" Dick pants as his face got flushed, trembling as he looks at your shuddering body. He was so overwhelmed by you. You're scent, the feeling for your slick against his muscular thigh sent him in over drive. "I need to be in you."

Jason -

"Take it." His husky voice growled as he made you rut against his bare thigh, your slick coating him. He forgot to buy condoms on the way home but you both needed the release. Jason was gone for a week, you missed him and this motherfucker forgot the fucking CONDOMS. You settled for this. It was his idea anyways. You just wanted his touch.

Your whimpers and pants filled the room as he ground his thigh against your bare pussy. Lewd noises came from the skin on skin contact. "Ja-Jay~" You moan and buck your hips forward. He wouldn't allow that. "You know the rules sweetheart." "But-" You whine but was quickly shut up by his nails digging into your hips.

He was in control. You knew it. Despite being in an uncomfortable position, the pleasure made up for it. Your back was arched as he dragged your hips against his thigh as he stood up, a knee on the bed. He had you on the bed, pinned down from earlier.

" 'anna cum..." You were barely able to speak from the pleasure he gave you. The way he made sure you felt every part of him. He was just an orgasm denier. It pissed you off sometimes but he made it worth it.

"Beg for it." Jason's rough voice almost made you cum then and there. but you held it together. "Pl-Please Jay....want to cum bad..." You babbled and whined, gripping the bedsheets to stabilize yourself. "Fine."

You let out a loud moan as you cum, shuddering from the climax as you came all over him and the bed. You squirted and he fucking loved that. "Such a messy baby..." He chuckles darkly.

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🔴 Harley Quinn lockscreens ⚫️ Reblog or like if you use

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Bamon+Quotes

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As far as I’m concerned the show ended at 8*15 with Bamon dancing at their wedding 😍😍🔥🔥

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Their own show, YES! 😃

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Y/n sits in her living room waiting for the house phone or her phone to ring. Normally Shawn either facetimes her or calls her at 7:30 pm, but if he isn’t able to do that then they text. Recently she hasn’t really been getting many calls and texts from him and it hurt her a bit, little did she know that he was on a flight to come home and see her since he had a week off from touring. She sighs before looking at the clock and its is now 8:30. She sighs picking up her phone and decides to order takeout, she orders from their favorite Chinese place that they always order from. She sighs turning off her phone putting it next to her turning on the tv Her food finally gets there and she eats while watching ‘The Vampire Diaries’, they had started watching the show together starting from season 1. He was already a few episodes ahead of her so she just decided to catch up so they can be at the same episode when he comes home. She gets through one episode of the show before she found herself falling asleep, she gets up and turns the tv off and she brings her food to the kitchen before going to change. She sighs laying in their bed 'It feels so much bigger when he is gone.' She thinks to herself. Shawn sits on the plane feeling bad for not telling her that he couldn’t call her today, or even tell her that he can't facetime her today. He thought that it might giveaway what he is doing. His plane finally lands and he gets a cab from the airport to their house. He has a smile plastered on his face the whole way there, the cab finally pulls up and he pays getting out of the cab. He walks up to the door and he knocks on the door, then he rings the doorbell. He looks at his phone seeing that it was only 3:15 in the morning. Y/n gets up groaning “Who the hell could this be?” She asks herself looking at the clock on the nightstand “Its only 3 in the fucking morning.” She groans putting on her slippers before running down the stairs. She opens the door and she looks up to see Shawn “Hi, Y/n.” He says a huge smile plastered on his face. She stands there looking at him “Shawn!’She smiles and tears up hugging him tight “I missed you.” She mumbles into his chest a few tears slipping out “I missed you too." He says smiling kissing her head. "I'm here now y/n. I'm here now." He smiles "Now let's get out of the rain." He smiles walking in with her, She pulls away and they sit on the couch "How long are you home for?" She asks looking up at him sighing a bit knowing he has to go back and tour soon. "I have a week here with you. So let's make the best of it." He smiles and kisses her cheek "I will Shawn. But can I ask you something?" She asks smiling at him "Of course. Anything." He smiles down at her "Can we please just go to sleep? It's 3 in the morning." She smiles. He picks her up and he brings her to the room, he lays her in bed kicking off his shoes claiming in bed. He smiles wrapping his arms around her falling asleep.

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I agree. I love her with Klaus, he let her do her and he let her know how much she meant to him. He loved the fact that he was an independant woman. Im Klaorline all the way. I hate steroline.

My Problem With Steroline

 Before Steroline became a thing, I thought that Caroline had made a lot of character development, and had become more than a two-dimmensional character. But, the minute that Katherine died and the writers started flirting with the idea of Steroline all of that character development disappeared into dust. 

Caroline spent the majority of season 6 pining after a guy who cared so little about her feelings that he up and left town, and didn’t call her to tell her where he was or how he was doing, knowing full well that Caroline thought of him as her best friend. And when she find him Stefan treats her like scum. But, hey its okay, because the moment that he apologizes there back to being buddy buddy. But wait there’s more Caroline ends up developing feelings for this man who has been treating her like shit. Because God forbid a woman and a man can be friends without the other one wanting to jump their bones. 

And even when she knows that Stefan still has feelings for Elena (the woman he says is his soulmate) she still pines after him because that is all women are good for pining after men. And if that wasn’t more incentive that she shouldn’t have been chasing after his meatstick, she finds out that her mom is terminally ill. Yet, that still doesn’t stop her from needing to suck Stefan’s face when she should have been by her mother’s side.

And when Stefan said he wasn’t into it, at her mom’s funeral might I add, she turns off her emotions. SHE LETS A FUCKBOY CONTROL HER ENTRIE EXSISTENCE. Does that make any sense to you because it doesn’t to me. I would understand your mom dying being able to push you to that point, but she wasn’t even thinking about shutting it off until Stefan confronted her. Not to mention, that Stefan literally gets with her out of pity for being the one to push her to the point of shutting off her emotions. 

Flash forward to Valerie comes, and Stefan’s feelings for the woman he lost his virginity to almost 200 years ago trumps his “love” for Caroline. And while all of this is happening Caroline has become Alaric’s dead wife’s incubator. Because all women are supposed to do is have babies. 

Then, Stefan runs away with Valerie only to come back a few years later and give Caroline a half-assed apology and she is totally fine with it. Like, are you serious? This man has treated you like shit and you would rather be with him than take care of your daughters. 

Caroline’s entire existence in this show for the past couple of seasons has been to further the plotline of fuckboys that will never put her first. If that isn’t internal misogyny I don’t know what is. 

And can I just remind you that the only guy who has ever saw her as the strong, independent woman she is was Klaus Mikealson. A man who despite all of the shit is going on in his life drops everything just because Stefan tells him that she is in trobule. He puts her above everything. Revenge, his family, Camille’s crusty ass, and yet Caroline claims that she wants a “normal life”. Finish school, get a job, and a house and 2.5 kids.

Well she gets that life, and leaves it for a BOY not a man, a BOY, who despite everything she has done for him continues to treat her disrespectfully. I have lost so much respect for Stefan over these past seasons. You can’t even compare him to Damon anymore because what they have done to Caroline is one in the same. The only difference is Damon’s was physical and Stefan’s is emotional.

I may get a lot of hate for this, but I feel like the writers have made Caroline into a woman who carries a lot of internal misogyny. And dare I say fans of Steroline carry some internal misogyny as well because if you don’t know that the way Stefan is treating Caroline is wrong and disrespectful to all women, then your just as bad as the writers who allow the actors to portray those types of characters. 

Hate me or love me, I just needed to rant about this. 

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reblog if you love any of these tv shows

vampire diaries

the originals

the secret circle

teen wolf

pretty little liars

supergirl

the flash

arrow

legends of tomorrow

scorpion

eye candy

gilmore girls

stranger things

ps i’ll check out your tumblr and you might gain a new follower x

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people take shawn for granted and it absolutely pisses me off! how do you go from asking about his health to making him feel bad for not following someone? how do you expect him to be nice to you when you’ve posted his private information? i’m so happy that shawn stood up for himself with the most class because had i been there, i truly would have been swinging. i’m tired of people in this fandom treating him the way that so called “stan” did at the airport

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Shawn told her off in the nicest way possible

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Shawn and Niall ❤️

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Harry arriving at the Another Man A/W Launch on October 6, 2016