#the tie does sooo much of the heavy lifting in it

[lovesickgoose]

Everyone sharing their own cool Harry cosplays on twitter is making me actually want to put effort into my Harry (Harriet) cosplay

[kisseobie]

p1harmony and the coquette boyfriend trend

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

warnings: none

based on this tiktok trend

a/n: just a cute and silly little reaction (while i work on tumblr girls) inspired by @yunhoszn 𐙚 this trend is sooo over but who gaf if i wanna put a bow on my piwon’s biceps i should be able to like… also piwon as a whole give me the vibes of that picture of the rotc kid saluting with the caption “me when a bad bitch tell me to do something” so i tried to emulate that here too LMAOO

౨ৎ keeho

i already know kyo’s chornically online ass was made aware of this trend even before it actually took off, was going to bring it up to you, but being the stubborn man he is, opted out of doing so because he thinks it should be you begging him to let you tie him up in a little bow!! and he’s so real for that!! goes as far as reposting every single video following the trend he comes across, and starts humming the lana del rey song whenever your near so he can hopefully telepathically send you signals that he wants you to put a bow on his bicep and show him off!! his approach is a bit unconventional but low and behold it somehow works, and when you do ask him to film that tiktok he annoyingly pretends he didn’t even know about the trend in the first place, as if you didn’t pick up on his very obvious signs. says shit like “why a bow? but omg you’re soooo obsessed with me!” (and you are!)

౨ৎ theo

i imagine you bring it up to him and he’s just confused as to why that’s a trend and what its supposed to mean, and even when you explain it to him he still doesn’t get it. you show him examples and he still doesn’t get it. ask you meaningless questions like “why put a bow on me? what does the bow represent? i’ve never heard of this type of couple trend?” but his questioning doesn’t mean that he’s opposed to it!! quite the opposite actually, he’s very endeared over the fact that you want to make a tiktok with him despite your relationship being fairly new. i do think he would rather have little bows in his hair rather than the usual tie around the bicep, please put him in pigtails and call him your pretty princess because it’s what he deserves! you two end up laughing the entire time you style his hair and film the video, and it’s little moments like these that make your relationship oh so sweet

౨ৎ jiung

literally will do anything you ask for him because once he’s locked in, he’s locked in. when you timidly bring it up to him he’s gonna nod at you with big eyes and his little concentrated pout, reassuring you with no hesitation that yes, he would love for you to wrap him in a pink bow, and no, you don’t have to be embarrassed to ask him for anything. i honestly think ji has a bit of a possessive side if his radio conversation with keeho about his future gf dancing up on other men is anything to go off of, and the fact that you want to claim him as your on the internet, even if it is for a silly little trend, makes his heart happy and feeds into that quality of his. once you’ve filmed the tiktok, with one of his pretty fingers adorned with a singular pink bow, he gives you a kiss on the cheek and keeps the bow on for the rest of the day, even if he has practice later. this experience leads him to spending more time on tiktok despite his grandpa personality, and he searches for other couple videos you two can make together in the future :] just so sweetie pie

౨ৎ intak

honestly just like keeho he’s on tiktok all the time and gets behind trends pretty quickly, so when intak begs you to do this new trend he keeps seeing on his for you page you aren’t surprised. honestly, you had also been wanting to participate in the trend, partly because it’s cute and partly because tak has gorgeous arms, but you kept it quiet because you wanted him to work for it! it’s pretty amusing actually, he ends up forcing you to come along with him to the gym when he works out much more often just so he can lift heavy weights and flex his arms for you. he just wants you to deem his biceps worthy of being wrapped in a bow!! please don’t tease him for too long because he will have a permanent sad puppy look on his face for the rest of the month. when you finally cave and wrap his arm in a bow he is sooo cheesed. had this goofy grin on his face and flexes his muscles which results in him accidentally splitting the bow in two, which both pisses you off and turns you on at the same time?

౨ৎ soul

literally is so pliable under your hands, much like jiung he will let you do anything to him with little to no complaints or even acknowledgement. he simply exists to make his girlfriend happy! you don’t even ask him to film the video because you already know the answer will be yes (in the form of a strange sound), so you get to work as soon as you make way into his dorm room. you stay true to shota’s reputation of being slightly abnormal by wrapping the entirety of your roll of ribbon around his entire body, mummifying him from head to toe and topping it off with a delicately tied bow at his ankles. he doesn’t complain throughout the entire process, even if you’ve interrupted his gaming sesh with seob. when you film and publish the ridiculous tiktok, you point your phone towards him so he can appreciate the fruit of your labor, and when he finally does get to see the video for himself he lets out the biggest laugh that puts an equally big smile on your face

౨ৎ jongseob

you both actually discover the trend together! you two have a routine of cuddling up and scrolling through one of your for you pages, alternating phones each night depending on your battery levels. tonight, jongseob has your back against his chest as he scrolls through your tiktok when the trend first pops up on the screen, and you both get intrigued and scroll through the let the light in sound on tiktok to watch more. you don’t say anything to him but seob can tell you want to participate, and he ends up sweetly informing you that “we can do this trend if you want! i don’t have ribbon on me right now though..” and with that your eyes light up. the two of you end up buying ribbon at the craft store the next day for the sole purpose of filming that video, and you both rush to his dorm afterwards to film the tiktok. you end up settling on wrapping the dainty ribbon around both of his arms and torso, the pair of you refilming several times to get it “just right”. just like the other boys, seob is just happy to please his pretty gf!

© kisseobie, please do not repost my writing!

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[zukump3]

smutty headcanons (sero, denki, tamaki)

just some smutty headcanons for my under-appreciated babies.

genre: nsfw!! aged up characters! fem!reader

requested: kind of lmao, i took some characters you requested out but i’ll happily do them if you want me to anonnie! just wanted to do these for characters that don’t have a lot of content on here <:

latin king

for starters, he is so good at flirting and making you shy

he has the smirk. like yknow the smirk boys give when they’re about to rail you type shit?

yeah. that.

he’s so good at fingering you

his fingers are long and kinda skinny, so they reach up pretty far and can easily scrape against your pleasure spot

sero likes to do this in the mirror too, because he wants to see it directly

or he wants to be behind you while doing it, having his chin over your shoulder while he watches his fingers disappear in your wet pussy

“ai ai ai, look at that.” he’ll hum, and it’s literally so hot that your legs spread as soon as he says that, and he’ll smirk and HISISUDHD goddamn he’s fine

if he wants you in public or vice versa, he’s fingering you.

giving him head is hot as fuck

he’s the type to gather your hair in a ponytail to get it out your face while you suck him off

i hc that the noises he makes are really heavy breathing and quiet groans, that get louder the closer he is to cumming

will call you a pretty little thing or a cosa bonita while you suck him down your throat

he eats pussy so eloquently?2!2

like you’re gonna be making noise the entire time

his tongue is sinful

it swipes across your clit in ways you didn’t know what possible

and yes. he will finger you and eat you out 🙈

his hips do not lie during sex

he’s SOOO good at using them

curses in spanish whenever he’s feeling particularly good

will use his tape to tie your hands to the headboard if he feels like it

“mierda, i bet you wanna touch me so bad hmm? you look so cute like that.”

likes it when your legs are on his shoulder if you can stretch that far

also into mirror sex

something about him seeing himself fucking you, making you a whiny mess just !!!

does something to him fr

really likes sucking your nipples

if you ever make too much noise or cry about how big he is,

he’ll literally growl quietly in your ear, wrap some tape around your mouth and tell you to tómalo (take it)

the closer he is to cumming, the louder is he

APPRECIATE SERO YALL HES HOT AS FUCK

our shy lil baby <3

i hc that he actually has a massive fucking dick

but he doesn’t exactly know that

which means when he’s going a lil rough on you and you whine about it, he’s very confused

“w-what’s wrong baby...?”

“t-too big tama...” you’ll pout, and you swear his cock will twitch inside of you

he fucking loves prepping you for his cock

he likes to be slow with it just because he wants to drink up your reactions

pushing three of his fingers inside of you, his eyes hazy at the sight of you biting your lower lip so hard it leaves imprints

“c-can you... can you take t-these, my love?”

“you look... so pretty... taking a-all my fingers..”

he has his own way of dirty talking with you

whether he’s good at it or not completely depends on you

he’s gonna stutter. he’s fucking shy and extremely horny. he’s going to stutter okay

might use a toy on you just to see your pussy drool even more

if you bring out a tentacle dildo you swear you see his cock jerk so fucking hard

tentacle play...

ik not everyone’s into it but IF YOU ARE

he’ll use his tentacles to drag them down your body or suction at your nipples

maybe tickle your clit and brush against your asshole while he preps you

will not be able to sit still when you blow him or give him a handjob

handjobs > blowjobs for him

the way your hand wraps around him and the way your fingers brush over his tip makes him thrust so far in your fist

when you edge him he’ll cry out so loudly, pressing his face into your hair

“ngh... d-dont tease..”

he likes it when you’re on top obviously

but he does love fucking you missionary

when you wrap your legs around his waist he’ll blush red and his hips will falter

when you’re riding him, he always has a tight grip on your hips

will push you down and lift you off his cock if he’s that into it, which he normally is

sensitive sexually

SOOO WHINY

sometimes you have to gag this boy

likes it when you sit on his face and suck him off while he eats you out too

ILY AMAJIKI

whew 🥴

always horny

wants you whenever, wherever

highest sex drive too like

if you want him right after class even though he’s tired as shit??

it’s suddenly like he has a random burst of energy

he’ll be on you in an INSTANT

he’s v impatient, so foreplay isn’t always on his mind 😭

you have to be the patient one and get you both ready to fuck which can be hard sometimes because he’s already trying to unbuckle your pants

very messy. when he fingers you your thighs and his hand are covered in your essence

when you wrap your thighs around his head while he eats you out, he gets sooo horny

is down to try anything too 👀

his mouth might slip a little lower if you know what i mean 👀

loves it when you give him blowjobs in public places

if you sneak off into the janitors closet and drop down to your knees in the darkness, he will bust quick asf

curling his fingers in your hair and thrusting into your mouth

then he leaves the closet all red in the face 🥴

doesn’t have a favorite position at all. he will cum and get YOU to cum in any way

is a switch!

if you hook your fingers under his choker while you ride him he’ll literally hump up inside of you

also really loves having his hair pulled, it sends shocks to his cock

very vocal and loud

sometimes will go into whey mode depending on how much you edge him 🙈

yes i love my baby.

[xxfanficnationxx]

Lacuna // Teen Wolf Rewrite

Second Chance at First Line Part 3

Masterlist

Last Part

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (Eventually)

Warnings: Physical Violence

A/N: Part 3 it is, Hopefully you enjoy this, i rewrote this episode about a million times, but now it’s in decent shape. Let me know what you think because I think this is my favorite part yet :) (later note: I am SOOOO SORRY this took so long. NGL I had this in my drafts for a while...) but im writing again now that is winter break sooo here you go. 

As Derek's car drives away, Stiles makes his way up the driveway. You all get out of the car, the boys grabbed the shovels.

“Wait, something’s different.” Scott says.

“Yeah, that doesn’t smell right, Scott.” You say, the smell of human blood not apparent.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Scott says as he begins to dig the hole.

You were left with the job of looking out and listening if the car comes back up the driveway.

“This is taking way too long!” Scott says.

“Just keep going.” Stiles says.

“If you would let me help Stiles, I do have super strength.” you say, arms crossed rolling your eyes.

“It’s fine! You don’t need to get your hands dirty.” Stiles replies.

“What if he comes back.” Scott replies.

“Then we get the hell out of here.” Stiles says.

“What if he catches us?” Scott says.

“I have a plan for that.” Stiles says.

“Which is?” Scott asks.

“Y/N runs one way, I run one way, and you run the other way. Whoever he catches first, too bad.” Stiles says.

“I hate that plan” Scott says.

“Can the both of you stop worrying so much. I will let you know if someone’s coming okay. You two reek of misery” you gag.

“Alright Stop, stop, stop” Stiles shovel hits something, they begin to search for what it is.

“Hurry!” Scott says

“I’m trying, but did he have to tie the thing In 900 knots.” Stiles says.

“I’ll do it!” Scott says. As they get it to unravel, the head of a wolf is revealed. You’re standing behind them looking into the hole. Both of the boys scream and jump back hitting you making you scream and fall.

“What the hell is that?!” Stiles screams.

“It’s a wolf!” You say, pushing Stiles off of you, so you can see it better.

“I can see that?!” Stiles retorts, “I thought you smelled blood, as in human blood”

“Told you something was different.” Scott says

“That’s what I smelled.” You says covering your nose.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Stiles says

“Guys we’ve gotta get out of here it reeks.” That’s when you notice, the aura of the wolf, you can still see it. It’s faint and hardly noticeable but you can see that she felt fear, and betrayal. Tears brim your eyes.

“Okay, help me cover this up.” Stiles looks up, towards a flower.

“What’s wrong.” Scott asks. You look up at the flower too and recognize it.

“You see that flower?” Stiles asks

“What about it?” Scott asks. You sigh, he is so clueless.

“I think it’s -“ stiles starts the sentence.

“Wolfsbane” you say together, you glance at each other. The cold air revealing your breaths.

“What’s that?” Scott says.

“Uh… haven’t you ever seen the Wolf Man?” Stiles asks.

“No..” Scott says. You groan.

“Lon Chaney Jr.” you ask “Claude Rains?” Scott shakes his head

“The original Classic werewolf movie?” Stiles asks, he’s getting worked up.

“No, what??” Scott says.

“You are so unprepared for this.” Stiles says. He gets up and grabs the flower, it starts to spiral around the body. When he was done with it, you looked into the hole

“Stiles” both and and Scott say.

“Holy” Stiles says. You see the girl, you feel her pain. Tears start to silently fall from your eyes.

Stiles places a hand on your back. You close your eyes.

Once Stiles called his dad, it was morning already. Mr. Stilinski, leads Derek out of his house. He locks eyes with you, you feel his betrayal.

You and Scott see Stiles make his way to Derek. He opens the passenger seat to the police car. You focus your hearing on what they are saying.

“Okay, just so you know, I’m not afraid of you.” Stiles says. “Okay maybe I am. Doesn’t matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed… she was a were-wolf. She was a different kind, wasn’t she. I mean, she can turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can’t do that, and Y/N is a tiger. Is that why you killed her?”

“Why are you so worried about me when it’s your friends who are the problem. When he shifts on the field, or when she leaves this town because she can’t find anyone else who knows who she is, what do you think they’re going to do… huh? Just keep cheering Scott on? I can’t stop him from playing, but you can. Y/N is a whole other ballgame. She needs me. But looks like you guys messed that up for her.” Derek says.

‘L-leave…’ you think to yourself ‘what does he mean?’

You were too distracted to notice Stiles getting pulled out of the car by his dad. You move towards Scott as Stiles and Noah talk it out.

“Scott…” you say “did you listen in to what they were saying?”

“Yes” he says. Looking away from your face.

“What he said about me. About me needing him, what do I do?” You say. You were scared.

He looks at you, with determination “We will figure it out. Okay?” You nod your head. Stiles walks over to the two of you, You all get inside the car and start your journey out of the woods.

“I can’t find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial, or anything for Y/N’s… issues” Scott looks at you, uncomfortable with the subject obviously. You sigh.

“Just keep looking, maybe it’s like a ritual or something, like they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it’s like a special skill you know, like something you have to learn.” Stiles says.

“I’ll put it on my to do list right underneath figuring out how I’m playing this game tonight.” Scott says

“Maybe it’s different for girl were-wolves, or… were-tigers.” Stiles glances at you 

You begin to breath hard, it felt like that night when you walked into the party, you ad a huge headache. 

You start to breathe heavy, Scott looks at you and Stiles gulps loudly.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Stiles asks “Scott?”

You held the backpack on your lap

“No, no I’m not I’m so far from being okay.” Scott yells.

“You know you’re going to have to accept this sooner or later.” Stiles says.

You felt like you were going pass out, you were breathing so hard.

Stiles starts to lose control of the Jeep as Scott is hyperventilating. You can feel your claws digging into the backpack.

“Pull over” Scott says

“Why what’s happening?” Stiles asks.

Scott grabs the backpack from you and opens it, “you kept it!?” Scott screams. He looks up to you and immediately begins to worry for you.

“What was I supposed to do with it?!” Stiles says.

“Stop the car.” Scott says. Your eyes start to shut slowly, all you wanted to do was sleep, that is until you’re thrown forward from the brakes of the Jeep. You didn’t even notice that your teeth and eyes were changed.

Stiles gets out and throws the backpack into the woods, you were hanging over the passenger seat, you throw your legs over as Scott gets out. You gently fall into a deep sleep. You couldn’t even think about what else was happening in the outside world.

The next thing you remember, you were being dragged out of the car by Stiles. You were still pretty loopy, you lift your head and make eye contact with, “Stiles, woah, what are you doing!” you laugh and snort. He pulls your legs out “Weeeee!” you say.

He smiles, “Come on, lets get you inside.” He puts one of your arms over his shoulders and start to walk to your house. 

“When did we get here?” you laugh. He goes to open the door, though it’s locked.

“Where are your keys?” He asks. You pull your arm away and go digging in your pockets and find your keys and attempt to unlock the door, but you drop them. He grabs them and opens the door, replacing your arm around your shoulder. He begins to take you to your room, though as you were passing the kitchen Stiles stops. 

“Ummm, Hello Stiles” Your aunt says, she was in the middle of making her dinner for work. Her eyes are wide looking at your loopy form.

“Auntie!” you say getting excited. 

“She’s not feeling well, I was just going to take her to her room.” He smiles, awkwardly and stumbles with you bringing you to your room. He lays you down on your bed, and begins to take off your shoes. “I’m going to go see if I can help Scott,” He grabs your keys and take the moped keys off the key ring, “I will tell Scott to drive the moped there.” He takes one last look at you, pulling the cover over yourself as you start to fall asleep again. 

After an hour or two you wake up, headache like you couldn’t believe. everything came flowing back to you, ‘I cant believe Stiles had to take me home.’ you groan ‘Oh god, Auntie.” you go to call your auntie, until you see that she had texted you.

Dear lord... You’re never going to live this down. From either of them. 

You remember about the big game tonight, you start to pull yourself together. “It’s time to support my boys.”

You felt a little bit extra, so you started to pull things from the back of your closet. Here we go. 

You walked onto the field, you saw Alison in the stands with Lydia. Stiles looked at you, his mouth slightly open with worry. You smile and wave, and walk towards the girls.

“Hi, my name’s Y/N, are you Allison’s father?” You ask with the nicest smile you can wear.

“Yes, hello, you can call me Argent.” He shakes your hand. You sit in between them.

‘Argent...’

You can feel that Scott’s changed, his heart is beating out of his chest. You look to Stiles, he’s scared.

Scott calms a bit, then shoots the ball into the net, everyone went crazy, people flying out of the stands. I went straight to finding Stiles.

“Yes! Oh my god” Stiles screamed. You found him and hugged him. Taking in his scent, you were purely focused on hugging him]. He held onto you, then pulled away a smile on his lips.

Noah was on the phone next to us. Stiles looks to him, “Dad, what’s wrong?”

Noah looked at us holding his hand out, telling us to wait. He walks up to us, “The medical examiner looked at the other half, she said the cause of death was by animal. Plus the ID of the dead girl was revealed to be Derek's sister, Laura Hale, Derek's getting released.”

You and Stiles looked at each other, that’s when you realized, Scott!

Both of you ran towards the school into the locker room. As you step in you see Allison and Scott kissing.

“Oh god…” Stiles says. You grab his hand, pulling him back behind the lockers

“I gotta get back to my dad” says Allison she starts to walk away. “Hi Stiles, Y/N.” She looks at you and giggles. You raise your hand up to your ear and mouth ‘call me’. You couldn’t wait to hear the details. 

She leaves and Scott come up so us. “I kissed her” he says with a goofy smile.

“I saw” Stiles says. Scott looks down at our hands. And you immediately pull your hand away and awkwardly smile.

“She kissed me” Scott says.

“Saw that too” you say. “Pretty good huh?”

He looks at you with a smile. “I-I-I-I don’t know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back.” Scott says. “Maybe I can do this, maybe it’s not that bad.”

“Maybe we can do this” you say to him, grabbing his hand.

“We’ll talk later then.” Stiles grabs you and is about to turn around.

Scott grabbed Stiles. “What is it?”

That’s when you broke the news to Scott about the medical examiner and Derek getting released. Maybe it’s not going to be so easy after all.

Part 3, the last part for this episode! let me know what you think will happen next. 

Taglist:  @bolaurel​ @iclosetgeek​ @cutiepiemimi13​ @stilessarcasmqueen @michellebarista​ @my-suga-kookies​

[amydancepants-peralta]

46. Argument leading to kissing/sex for the prompts? 🥰

Sooo I really wasn’t going to make this smutty.  And then, ya know … smut happened.  Here goes.  I hope it fills the prompt okay!

*NSFW*

I like the way it hurts

The day had held such promise when Jake and Amy had walked out their front door that morning.  Amy had been clutching two reusable coffee cups filled with precious homemade caffeine (because this way they were saving the planet and saving money, she’d stated with pride the first time they used them), her body turned away from Jake as he’d locked up.  His hand had slid over her waist briefly, wandering dangerously low before leaning in to drop a gentle kiss to her neck, and when she’d looked over at him in mock indignation he’d thrown her a wink, grabbing one of the cups of java.  

Their laughter had bounced off the staircase as they’d made their way down to the car, neither of them aware of what the day had in store for them.

Fast forward to this evening, their angry steps heavy against the wooden planks as both face resolutely forward.  Both were waiting for the other to throw the first grenade, and the tension between them was palpable.

Jake waits until they’re crossing the landing to their apartment before taking the first shot.  “All I’m saying Amy, is that Boyle and I had been working that case for weeks before you came along.  There were things that we knew that couldn’t be contained to some dumb report.  You should have taken my opinions on board.”

“I’m a Sergeant, Jacob.”  If he was going to full-name her, then she was going to do the same.    “Sometimes, there is information that I am privy to, that I cannot disclose to you.  You know that.  And despite that, you went against me.”

Two of Amy’s uniformed patrol officers had been conducting a routine walk by today when they had noticed two familiar faces walk into an unmarked building.  Chaze Wagner and Tyler Melton - the two men currently on the APB for their alleged involvement in seven robberies, five assaults, two counts of drug trafficking, and a partridge in a pear tree.  To put it simply, they were Not Good News, and their location had been reported through to Amy without haste.

Under her direction they had run surveillance on the building, holding until further instruction; while Amy, knowing that Jake and Charles had been working on a case involving these two, had headed straight to them for the update.     

Having come out of a meeting with higher-ups earlier that day, Amy had shouted clear instructions  as they suited up: for them to hold their positions with the patrol officers on scene until the ESU had arrived.  Given the location, there was the ever present danger of civilians being involved; and it had come to her attention that Wagner and Melton were working under the hand of D’Antonio (a much bigger fish), and if they played their cards right they just might walk away with all three.  

To his credit, Jake had followed instruction without question.  Until, that is, he saw another man - someone that he and Boyle only knew to be a man named Andrews, enter the building.  Someone that, in his eyes, was the worst of the lot, and before he remembered that he was NOT on point, he had been running into the building, gun raised and shouting out instructions.

If he had waited, if he had explained what he had seen, then maybe Amy would have had the chance to tell him what she knew.  That Andrews was FBI running undercover, and that his links to the majority of the crimes had been deliberate.

But he hadn’t listened, and had dove head first into the fray, and under Amy’s shout the squad had followed.  The resulting altercation had left Andrews in hospital with a gunshot wound to the shoulder - struck by the men he had been deceiving - Wagner and Melton in custody; her officers limping back to the station with varying injuries, and D’Antonio still at large.  It was a semi-successful operation, that could have been far better, and the result had left Amy seething.

Needless to say, things had been very tense back at the precinct as Jake and Charles processed the paperwork on the two arrests.

“On paper, Andrews was bad news, Amy.  The things that our sources had told us he’d been involved in ran longer than what the other two had done, put together.  He was incredibly good at getting away when things take a turn, and there was no way I was going to let him do it again.”

Yanking her key out of the lock, Amy shoved the door open and waited for Jake to walk through before slamming it behind him.  “Yet another reason to fill out your paperwork properly, Detective!  If all of that had been ‘on paper’, like you say, then you would have been told about Andrews’ involvement in the operation.  And then maybe you wouldn’t have run in there, guns blazing, and two of my officers wouldn’t be on medical leave right now!  Not to mention all that undercover work, that has now gone up in flames!”

“Well, you should have TOLD me that!”

“You never gave me the chance!”  Letting out a frustrated growl, Amy reaches forward, grabbing Jake by the tie and yanking his mouth towards hers.  He’s surprised by the sudden change of pace but only hesitates for a moment before pushing right back, teeth clashing as their tongues duel, fighting for dominance.  Her left hand is still wrapped around his tie and she uses it to pull him even closer, right hand heading straight for his hair and tugging with just the right amount of pressure. 

He pulls away with a gasp, hands gripping both of her upper arms as he stares down at her, jaw set in anger and eyebrows knitting together.  

She wasn’t ready for the kiss to end, and she wasn’t interested in talking right now. She lets go of his tie in favour of slapping him against the chest - not hard enough to hurt but enough to let him know that she was hurting. He pulls back slightly, frustrated, but does nothing. Not that she needed to be concerned.  Jake would never hit her.  He glares back at her, and she hits him again with less force.  

He picks up on her cue, and before another thought can be made Jake has dropped his grip on her arms, grabbing her wrists and pushing them upwards until they’re above her head, pressing into the door.  He’s pinned her there, hips holding her into place as she cranes her neck forward, desperate for another kiss.  There is no hesitation, and they sigh into each other’s mouths as their lips move.  

One hand still gripping her contained wrists, Jake uses his other to roam Amy’s body, hand heavy as he follows the curves he knows so well.   Her belt, heavy with equipment, falls to the floor with a clunk, and her regulation navy blue pants soon follow.  Having half a mind to quickly push off her work boots, Amy takes the opportunity to kick her pants across the living room, moaning into Jake’s mouth as his hand grips her thigh, pulling her closer to him.  

His hands are in her underwear within seconds, deft fingers working her up the way only her husband has ever done, and Amy finds herself pulling against the restraint of Jake’s wrist around hers, desperate to wrap herself around him completely.  He tightens the grip in response, and she waits until he’s pulling back from their kiss to bite his lower lip in retaliation.

His eyes flash as she pulls away with a satisfied smirk, and he releases her grip before yanking at her blouse, buttons bouncing off the floorboards as they scatter.  She gasps at the destruction of her beloved uniform, wrapping her arms around Jake’s neck as he lifts her, hands gripping her ass as he stumbles back towards their living room.

Shaking her head, Amy grips Jake’s hair in her hand, steering him toward the bedroom in between hot kisses.  From her current vantage point she can reach the plaid covering him easily and she makes quick work of it, pushing it as far down his shoulders as their position allows before sinking her teeth into the base of his neck.  There had been many a hickey marked in this spot in the years they had been together, and there was no chance of that changing anytime soon.

Her bra ends up somewhere between the hallway and their bedroom, and as he throws her unceremoniously onto the bed Amy lets out a breathless moan.  She needed him.  Now.

Flannel and pants cast aside without a second thought, Jake crawls up the bed to meet Amy, pulling her in for a heated kiss as he tugs at her underwear, letting her legs take over as they lower.  His follows hers soon after, and with a nudge of his knees to her thighs he’s pushing in, both releasing a sigh as the scratch began to be itched.

He sets the pace quickly, spurred on by the dig of her nails into his back, and before too long they’re both a mess - a jumbled set of limbs and breathless moans racing for completion.  

In an attempt to stave off his impending climax Jake begins to trail kisses along the side of Amy’s jawline, teeth skating at the edge of her earlobe as he travels further, moaning into her skin as one of her hands move to card through his hair.  

His eyes flit to the right and for the first time he clocks the beginning of her bruise, taking in the dark hue spreading across her tan skin.  She can pinpoint, almost exactly, the moment that he realises just how much he fucked up, and that the consequences for said fuck up didn’t end at the precinct. 

He tunes his attention back to her, gaze apologetic as he leans in for another kiss, far more tender this time. His pace slows as his hands land on either side of her face, holding her close as he tries to make his amends with every twist of his tongue against hers.  It’s all very sweet, and the apology is appreciated. But she wants to be fucked, and hard. 

She bends, taking advantage of his hands on her face by wrapping her legs around his waist, jutting her right hip forward and forcing them to roll.  He grunts at the unexpected change of pace, fingers digging into her skin as she begins to move. 

“Oh my god, Ammmess …” he moaned, and Amy felt the shiver run down her skin. 

She loved when he did that - held onto the M sound of name, sounding it out like he was saying Mmmm.  It made her feel … delicious.  Jake said and did a lot of things that made Amy felt treasured, but this just may be her favourite. 

He looks again at the bruise, seemingly unable to look away, and she cups her hand against his cheek, gently pulling his face back to hers.  She smiles down at him as their eyes meet, hips still rising and falling, resting the other hand against his chest as she leans down to kiss him softly - a juxtaposition to the pace she has set.  “I’m fine, babe.”

Jake simply hadn’t seen it.  Hadn’t noticed, during the fray, when one of the perps had gripped Amy by the shoulder, pushing her with all of his might against one of the walls, hand reaching back in preparation for another blow.  She’d been bracing herself for the onslaught when Boyle had grabbed the man by the waist, yanking him backwards until he’d hit the floor.  Jake had missed it all, too busy wrestling Wagner to the ground, and she’d been quietly nursing her arm all afternoon. 

He noticed it now, though, and she could see the cogs turning in his mind.  Reaching into her mental bag of tricks, Amy squeezes her inner muscles against his length, leaning down to rest her forearms on either side of the bed as she changes angles.

His eyes squeeze shut as he throws his head back, moaning as she moves up and down, and Amy licks along the edge of his Adam’s Apple, waiting until his head has dropped back down before pulling him in for another kiss.  

They stay like this for a hot minute before Jake’s arms are wrapped around her, twisting until she’s underneath him once again.  He smiles down at her in victory as she grunts at the change, nose rubbing against hers before kissing the bridge.  

Amy moans as her husband thrusts harder, reaching underneath to tilt her hips just so, hitting her at the perfect angle over and over.  Her legs tighten around him, hand reaching up to grip his hair as the sensations begin to overwhelm her.  His pace has turned erratic, and she knows that he’s not far away from it either.

She twists her head, nipping gently at his earlobe as she whispers harder into his ear.  HIs responding sigh leaves shivers down her skin as he cups the back of her head with his free hand, before raising himself onto his upper arms as he really begins to pound into her.  

This.  This is what she had been needing all afternoon.  Her body begins to shake, desperate to move with him but also too incapacitated to do anything other than stay still, absorbing the push of his hips against hers as they both race towards completion.  He fuses his mouth to hers, tongue thrusting against hers in perfect match to their movements below, and when they break away he whispers how much he loves her, how much he needs her, and how very sorry he is.

She answers him with a sharp cry as her climax takes over, fingers pulling at the roots of his hair as she tightens around him.  It all proves to be too much for Jake, and while she continues to ride the high he joins her, face buried into Amy’s neck as he calls out her name, pouring himself into her as he stills.         

Heartbeats continued to pound as they lay together, sweaty skin sliding onto sheets.  

Heartfelt apologies would come later, along with steadfast declarations to listen for the other before jumping off the deep end.  These were rules that they both knew, and for the most part stuck to.   But every now and then, something would challenge their commandments, and today had been no different.

Proving to each other each time, that together they had something worth fighting for, was what set them apart.  And they wouldn’t change that for anything.

[ebhenah]

Clueless (Voltron)

Clueless (Voltron Fanfic)

Fictober18 Day 20

Prompt 20: “I hope you have a speech prepared."

Voltron fanfiction. Klance. Keith/Lance

“Okay,” Lance said. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet, staring off into nothing for so long Hunk had actually forgotten he was there, and he yelped and dropped the measuring cup in his hand with a clatter.

“Quiznak, Lance!” he clutched at his chest, “you scared me half to death!”

“Sorry,” he said, expression sheepish, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know, bud, I know,” the Yellow Paladin reassured him. “But gone all quiet and then you just… ‘OKAY!’ out of nowhere. What were you even ‘okay’ing?”

“Ummm… so… we’ve been trying to keep it kind of lowkey, but… Keith and I have a thing… like a THING, thing…”

“Hmmm,” he said neutrally, fighting the urge to grin. ‘Lowkey’ his ass. Anyone who HADN’T noticed that Lance and Keith ‘had a thing’ for the last few months had to be blind, deaf, and completely oblivious to the world around them. The ‘thing’ was most definitely ‘HIGHkey’.  “Annnnnd?”

“And? Oh, come on… at least PRETEND to be shocked here, Hunk! I know you know me better than anyone, and you probably already figured it out- but I’m saying it. Outloud. To you. That’s big.”

“Fine, you’re right, that’s kind of a big deal,” Hunk set his baking aside and pulled his friend into a hug. “I’m really happy for you, Lance. Honest.”

“Thanks, man,” he hugged him back. “Soooo… I think I’m ready to like, drop the l-bomb.”

“You are?” Hunk was a little confused. Did Lance not…. Realize???

Five months earlier:

“We can’t waste anymore time!” Keith slammed his hands onto the the table, lurching to his feet, “there are people in that facility who are being hurt- as we speak! We have the plans, we have the shift schedule, and we have Voltron- what more do we need, Allura?”

“We NEED a contingency plan!” she argued, “and better information on how many Galra are within range to help them if we somehow trigger an alarm!” They’d been going around in circles for the better part of a varga: Keith wanting to move quickly, Allura wanting more intel. Neither was giving any ground, and they were both stubborn as hell.

“Keith?” Lance’s voice was soft, “I love you and all, but Allura’s right.”

Keith blinked at Lance, dropping back into his seat and going quiet for a second. “You.. um… Okay… How long will it take to get that information, Princess?”

“Hmmm… well…” She shook her head, one eyebrow drifting upwards slightly, and tapped her tablet, “not long. Two, maybe three, vargas?”

“Fine,” he relented, “waiting for more information wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Now:

“Yeah… I think so, anyway,” Lance replied, chewing at his lip, “it’s kind of a big step, though… you know what I mean? I don’t want to spook him or anything…”

“To confirm,” Hunk said carefully, “you are worried about scaring Keith off by telling him you love him… for the first time?”

“Yes! Exactly!” His whole face lit up, “you soooo get me, Hunk!”

Four months earlier:

“I cannot believe you found space-foosball, Pidge! This is the best!” He hip-checked Keith playfully, hands spinning on the weird alien handles.

It was ‘Team Klance’ vs ‘Team Punk”- the team name had been hotly debated. Well, Punk had taken less than a second, Klance had taken forever- and wasn’t even chosen by either of the people ON the team. Lance had wanted ‘McKogane’, and Keith had suggested ‘Space Rangers’. Eventually, Pidge had just gotten fed up and written ‘Klance’ on the scoreboard- pissing them BOTH off, but effectively putting an end to the arguing.

They were tied for  games won, but in this, their fifth game, Pidge and Hunk were trailing miserably. One more goal for Keith and Lance and the game would be over, winning them the tie-breaker match. There was much hooting and cheering and trash talk, but the games had stayed cheerful and good-natured,  despite how viciously competitive three of the four players were known to be.

Pidge was quick, with an eye for patterns- like the ones people fall into when playing games like this one, and scored three goals in a short span of time, starting to close the gap between them. But she wasn’t the only quick one- and Keith managed to intercept the ball and score the winning goal.

“Awwwwww yeah!” Crowed Lance, slapping Keith’s hand in an enthusiastic high-five, “love you for those lightning fast reflexes, Mullet!”

Now:

“I’m pretty sure you are going to be fine,” Hunk reassured him. “It’s been awhile, I’m sure it’s not going to surprise him.”

“I’m not so sure,” he shook his head, “we’ve been keeping it pretty casual… like, we’re not officially exclusive or anything….”

Three months ago:

“Annnnd… so... “ the Motarkan girl tossed her prismatic hair back over her shoulder flirtatiously, pressing closer, “you’re a Paladin?”

“Yes,” Keith answered, shifting his weight, “I’m one of the Paladins, just like the Regent said when he introduced us all.”

Her smile got bigger and she tipped her head down to peek up at him, giggling softly, “from, Earth, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he sipped the fizzy drink that looked like champagne, but tasted like chocolate milkshakes.

She wrapped her long, four-fingered hand around his forearm, and suddenly Lance just… appeared, shouldering between them. His arm slipped around Keith’s waist “love you,” he quipped, pressing a kiss to Keith’s cheek. He smiled at the girl, even though his eyes were shooting daggers, “we are both Paladins, from Earth.”

“Oh,” she slumped, “well, ummm… welcome to Motarka, thank-you so much for everything you did to help us. I should…” She drifted away, starting a conversation with a cluster of people nearby.

“I could have dealt with that,” Keith said mildly.

“Probably,” Lance agreed, “but you didn’t have to, because I did.”

Now:

“Officially? What does that even mean?” Hunk gave up on baking anytime soon and pulled up a chair to sit beside Lance. “Are you guys dating other people?”

“I don’t THINK so,” Lance answered, “I mean, I’m not… but we haven’t really TALKED about it and set down those kind of rules, you know?”

“So, do you think KEITH is seeing anyone else?”

“What? No,” he snorted, then faltered, “umm… probably not… no… maybe? No. Definitely no. I’d know. I’m pretty sure I would know.”

“Right.” He fought the urge to laugh, there was NO WAY Keith was seeing anyone but Lance, and it was kind of hilariously adorable that that wasn’t completely obvious to his friend.

Two months ago:

“Alright, Lance… we got you…” Shiro supported the staggering younger man with a firm arm around his waist. Lance’s arm was draped over Shiro’s shoulder, theoretically helping to keep him upright.

“Woah,” Lance cooed, “you’re REALLY tall, Shiro! Hey! Where’s Keith?”

“He’s on his way, bud,” Shiro assured him, “he had to dock Black, remember?”

“Ohhhh yeah,” he dissolved into giggles, “d’ya think the Lions have NAMES and we just don’t know’em? That’d be sooo funny!  I feel weird… Hey! Where’s Keith?”

“Here!” Keith barrelled down the hallway, skidded to a stop beside them and ducked under Lance’s free arm, helping Shiro support his weight. “I’m right here, Lance. I got you.”

Lance smiled at him, his expression dreamy and faraway, “hey, babe… know what?”

“What?” Keith asked, worry creasing his brow.

“Yer the best… love you… I feel weird… what happened?”

“You got hit with some kind of toxin,” Shiro explained, “you need to go in the med pod.”

“Ohhhh,” he nodded, seriously. “Gotcha. Mmmm… I feel weird. Oh! Hey! Keith’s here! Hiiiiiiiiii Keith!”

“Hi Lance,” his voice was patient.

“Know what?”

“You love me?” Keith guessed.

“Mmmhmmm… yer smart… I do… I really do…”

Now:

“Yeah,” Lance gave a short, determined nod, “I’m going to tell Keith. Tonight. I need everything to be perfect. Hunk, my bestest bud… think you could whip me up something tasty? Something NOT food goo?”

Hunk glanced over at the bowls and ingredients scattered across the counter. “Well, I was about to make space cupcakes… you want some of those? Or are you talking about a MEAL?”

“Something SPECIAL,” Lance explained, “like… date night food. Something kind of romantic?”

“Yeah, bud… I can come up with something for you,” he sighed, it was hard to say no to Lance when it was obvious that he was trying to be sweet, instead of a pain in the ass. “And you can have some of the cupcakes for desert. I got you covered.”

“Thanks, Hunk! You’re the best friend ever,” he hugged him again, squeezing tight. “Okay-” he hopped to his feet, suddenly bursting with energy, “I gotta go.  I’ve got, like a MILLION things to do. This has got to be PERFECT!”

Three weeks ago:

“So… what should we DO with him?” Pidge’s voice was low, well-matched to the dim light.

“I’m not sure- you know what’s he is like if you wake him up,” Hunk rubbed his chin.

“Yeah- last time I had to wake him up, he BIT me!”

“I know- he’s like, feral if you wake before he’s ready!”

“What’s going on?” Keith stopped, seeing Lance sprawled out in an impossible position, and tangled up in the cords of the video game system. “How long has he been like this?”

“An hour?” Pidge guessed with a shrug. “Maybe less? He was still playing when I left an hour and a half ago.”

Keith sighed, “how in the name of- doesn’t matter. Okay, I’ll lift him, you unwrap the cords.”

“Keith,” Hunk said seriously, “you are a brave, brave man.”

Pidge unplugged the wires for the controllers from the console itself and stood at the ready while Keith very gingerly rearranged Lance’s arms and legs to make it easier to pick him up. The sleeping teen murmured and mumbled, but didn’t wake.

“One, two, three,” Keith mouthed to Pidge and scooped Lance up. Pidge went to work pulling the cords free and setting them aside. Hunk carefully draped Lance’s arm over Keith’s shoulder.

“You need help getting him to his room?” he whispered.

“Nah,” Keith shook his head, “he’s not heavy. I got’em.”

Lance made a sleepy noise, nuzzling Keith’s shoulder and sighing. Blearily he blinked up at Keith, “mmmm?”

“Shhhh,” Keith soothed, “just bringing you to bed. Sleep.”

“Mmmkay,” he  breathed, “luv’ya…”

Now:

“Keith!” Hunk skidded to a stop just inside the door of the training room, “buddy, you’ve got a problem on your hands!”

“What?” He ducked a swing from the gladiator, “end simulation!” The huge robot warrior made a whining noise and sagged as it shut down.

“I was just talking to Lance…”

“Yeah?” something that might have been worry, or panic, edged Keith’s voice, “is he okay?”

“What? Oh! Oh yeah, he’s fine… but Keith, man, he’s planning a big romantic night to tell you he loves you… For. The. FIRST. Time.”

“Huh? That doesn’t make any sense! He says that all the time!”

“Keith- I don’t think he’s REALIZED that he says it. I think… it’s just been slipping out!”

“That can’t be right- he’s been saying it for MONTHS.”

“Keith- I’m not fucking around. He wants me to make a special meal. He said he’s got a million things to do. The guy is planning a big, showboaty confession.”

“But… I already KNOW. He’s already SAID it!”

“Man, I know this is weird, but you have to play along,” Hunk was insistent. “He’s LANCE. The guy is a hopeless romantic- you know he is. But he was just in the kitchen telling me about how you guys have been secretly seeing each other and he’s ready to, I quote, ‘drop the l-bomb’. He’s excited. He sees this as some kind of milestone. Like, a big one. We’re talking one of those ‘I hope you have a speech prepared’ kind of milestones!”

“You’re telling me that my boyfriend of EIGHT MONTHS has been ACCIDENTALLY telling me he loves me?” Keith asked, incredulous, “and that he thinks that no one KNOWS he’s my boyfriend?”

“I’m telling you he’s not even sure you’re officially together. He straight up told me he isn’t seeing anyone, but he didn’t know for sure that YOU weren’t… because you’d never talked about it.”

“Of course we never talked about it,” Keith said, shaking his head, “who else would either of us be seeing? When would we even have a chance?? We are together ALL the time!”

“I know. I know. But, that’s the deal… so… tonight, when he rolls out all the stops and makes his big confession, you need to act surprised and NEVER TELL HIM that he’s said it before now.”

“Crap- he’ll be destroyed if he realizes he stole his own thunder months ago, won’t he?”

“Oh yeah… and totally embarrassed if he finds out that the whole ‘lowkey, secret relationship’ thing was anything but.”

He groaned, “you’re right. So, what do I do?”

“I dunno… just… say something like ‘I know, you’ve already SHOWN me how you feel’ or something, and then, like say it back and kiss him or whatever. But… be swoony… and maybe suggest making things official. I’ll… uh… handle the others.”

“Oh my god,” he muttered, “how? Just… how?”

“I know, Keith, man… I know… but you love him.”

Keith’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Yeah. I really do. So… uh… I should go shower and stuff. I guess I’ve got a hot date tonight.”

[atc74]

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple - Part 3 - Show Me

Word Count:  2554

Warnings: Smut, pretty much pure smut, cheating, unprotected sex (please be smart), language, Daddy!kink, praise!kink

A/N: I, in no way, condone cheating on your spouse or partner. This fic is the result of a dream my friend @spntrista had one glorious night. Remember, this is strictly a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. We mean no disrespect to Jensen or his beautiful family. 

(images are not mine but thank you google)

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple Masterlist

“Jensen? What time is it?” I asked, my face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

Jensen laid me gently on my bed, opening my robe, exposing my scantily clad body to him.  “It is time for you to forget. Forget thinking that you aren’t what I want or what I need. I can’t wait until tomorrow. Our time starts now.”

Jensen stood above me, devouring my body with his eyes. He slowly undid his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Each inch of skin he revealed to me made my heart skip a beat. I pulled myself to kneel in front of him. I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing the shirt from him as I went. I trailed light kisses over his jaw and face as my hands traveled over his skin, creamy, freckled and soft. My tongue sought out the taste of him; a nip here, a flick there, I left a trail over his chest and stomach as I inched closer to where I wanted to be.

I lifted my eyes to look at him. He was watching me intently, his breath heavy. I reached lower in an attempt to release him from his trousers. He grabbed my wrists, halting my movements.

“No, Y/N. Remember what you said to me this morning? That you weren’t what I wanted or needed right now. And I made a oath to you that I was going to show you. Now let me. Be a good girl and lay down.” Jensen commanded.

Before I could even think about it, the words rolled off my tongue. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jensen voice rumbled low in his chest, reverberating off the walls and straight to my core. “Do you know what that does to me?” Jensen asked as he removed his pants.

“No, but I am hoping you will show me. I promise to be good for you, Daddy.” I vowed, teasing slightly, as I remembered his reaction from earlier in the evening.

“Fuck, Y/N. I know you will be. And good girls get rewarded.” He tempted as he crawled up my body, his hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. His fingers ghosting across my ankles, kissing as he mapped out my body; behind my knees, the inside of my thighs. My body already shaking with anticipation of when he finally touched me. His fingers pulled at the ties on the sides of the new panties he had given me, releasing them from my body. He flipped the triangle forward and the hem up to my breasts, revealing more to him.

I knew it was coming, but that first touch sent jolts of sexual energy surging through my body. It was a subtle, barely there flick of his tongue over my folds, to the sensitive bundle of nerves perched atop them. With each pass of his tongue, he applied a little more pressure, lapping at my arousal.

A mewl of satisfaction passed through my lips as he concentrated his efforts on my clit, two fingers gently inserted in my wet heat, pumping lazily and his tongue worked in the same languid motion. “You’re so tight and wet for me, Darlin’” He mumbled into my pussy, the vibrations setting off a tidal wave of pleasure that he fed on, curling his fingers perfectly inside me.

“Oh God, Jensen, oh yes!” It was getting harder and harder to hold back the flood I knew was coming. “I’m so-I need-more-please.” As soon as those words left my mouth, the pressure, the angle, the speed, everything changed as he pushed me toward that edge faster than I believed possible. I could feel the bed moving, rutting his hips into the mattress seeking some form of friction.

“Cum for me, Darlin’. I got you, I promise. I’m not going to leave you.” He promised, increasing his speed once more and that was all it took. His name rolling off my tongue and unrecognizable syllables strung together bouncing off the walls as I came hard, experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life. My vision exploded behind my closed lids, body convulsing under him, legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Holy fuck Jay.” I uttered once you could speak, still unsure if I could move. I felt the bed shift as he stood, removing his pants, revealing black boxers and those perfect bow legs that I fell for so many years ago.

“I told you this was about you, didn’t I, Little Girl?” Jensen crawled back to me, laying down at my side. He trailed his fingertips over my chest and stomach. Slowly, he slipped one finger into the cup of the camisole, pushing it down under my breast, the repeated the motion with the other side, my nipples hardening with the exposure. Jensen braced himself on one elbow, gently taking the pert bud farthest from him between his fingertips, rolling it, as his mouth clamped down on the other. His tongue sweeping across the tip gently before scraping his teeth across it.

I pulled him on top of me, opening my legs for him as he settled between them, bracing himself on his forearms. He paid each breast equal attention and the sensations went straight down to my aching center under his skillful ministrations. I bucked my hips up into him, feeling his hardness pressing against me.  “Please Daddy.” My voice broken, pleading. I ran my hands down his back, sliding my hands in his boxers in an attempt to get them off of him.

“Oh god, Baby Girl.” He moaned but complied, rising from the bed and dropping them to the floor. He stood over me, stroking his cock with one large hand. I gasped as I took in the sight of him naked before me, I was in awe of him and his body. I knew I would be for the rest of my days. “Like what you see, Little One?” A wicked smirk breaking out over his features before he resumed his position, hovering over me. He started a slow grind, running his cock through my wet folds, covering himself in my slick.

“Oh Daddy, please fuck me!” I cried as his tip bumped my clit perfectly with each pass. I opened farther for him, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him on, wanting him inside me.

With no further encouragement required, Jensen slid into me, stretching me open, our combined moans filling the air. I relished in the feeling of his thick cock inside me, fitting together seamlessly. Our eyes locked on one another as he slowly started rolling his hips into mine. His pelvis angled just right, providing the desired friction on my clit as his hardened member slid wonderfully against my tight pussy walls.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, your cock fills me up so good.” I whimpered as he rocked his hips into me. “Faster, Daddy. Fuck me harder, Daddy, please.” I pleaded with him. He braced his knees and hands into the mattress and obliged my request.

“Oh God, Y/N, you’re so tight, Baby Girl, but you take my cock so good, don’t you? You like Daddy’s big cock?” Jensen continued with the dirty talk as he increased his pace even more. The sound of skin on skin echoing throughout my room, mixed with our combined moans, groans and cries of pleasure.

“Oh God, I love your big cock Daddy.” I cried out as he changed the angle again, increasing the pressure on my clit. “I can’t---Daddy, too close---I’m gonna--”

“Do it, Baby. Come all over Daddy’s cock and I am gonna.fill.up.your.tight.cunt.with.my.seed.” Jensen punctuated each word with a thrust more powerful than the last and before he even finished I was coming undone. My pussy walls constricted around him as I wailed, his name expelled from my mouth in ecstasy.  The sounds were what drove Jensen over that edge too, as he collapsed on top of me.

I lay under him, trying to regain control of my body, and carded my hand through his hair as the other drew circles on his backside. I had never felt like this before and I was willing to bet my own life that no other would make me feel this way again.

“I’ve never...that was sooo...wow.” I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to form a whole thought ever again.

“I know, Darlin’. Me too. Can I be honest with you?” He asked.

“Of course, Jensen. I always want us to be honest with each other. If we aren’t, then what’s the point?” I retorted.

“Sex with Danneel...it was never, well, great. It was never mindblowing like this. I haven’t felt this alive with a woman probably since I lost my virginity to high school sweetheart.” Jensen confessed to me.

“Jay, I don’t think I have ever felt this alive with anyone before. Thank you.” I curled closer to him.

“So, I learned something about you tonight, Y/N.” Jensen noted as he lay contentedly next to me.

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?” I wondered aloud.

“You have a praise kink, huh? Little Girl?” He snickered, leaning over to kiss me deeply.

“It seems I do when I have the right Daddy.” I teased, curling up into his side.  Jensen smooth his hands through my hair and sleep overtook you both quickly.

I woke the next morning, sore and happy. The clock on the bedside table reading after nine in the morning. I have no idea what time I actually feel asleep but with as satisfied and happy as I was now, I could probably sleep twelve hours. I roll over and reach for Jensen, but the other side of the bed is empty and cold. Suddenly that feeling was gone, overcome with trepidation that he most likely realized you had been right; that you were not what he wanted and needed right now.

I could have stayed in bed, curled up in a little ball, and would have had nature not been calling. I reluctantly rolled from bed, relieving myself before washing my face and brushing my teeth. I dressed quickly in clean panties, shorts and a tank top and trotted down the stairs to make coffee. As I hit the main floor, the smell of coffee hit my nostrils and my brain started to come alive. I was not expecting Jensen to be leaning against the counter in just boxers, holding two steaming mugs.

“Good Morning, Beautiful. How did you sleep?” Jensen inquired, handing me one of the mugs and leaning in for a light kiss.

“With my eyes closed.” I joked, making him laugh. God did I love to hear him laugh.

“Okay, funny girl. Let’s go enjoy our coffee outside.” He grabbed my hand and the two of us sat down next to the pool, basking in the sunshine, still holding hands.

“Hey Jay. Can I ask you something?” I released his hand, rolling to face him and shielding my eyes from the sun.

“Of course, Darlin’. You can ask me anything.” Jensen swung his legs over the edge of chair, so he was sitting, facing me too.

“Last night...your mom...she said something.” I paused, trying to think if I should really say something or not.

“Oh, great. What did she say?” Jensen rolled his eyes.

“She said it was nice to meet the woman in her son’s life. Then she said something about Danneel and how she isn’t right for you, but grateful that she gave her a granddaughter. Does your mom not like your wife?” I asked point blank. We were past the point of beating around the bush.

He thought for a moment before answering. “I don’t know if she ever really liked anyone I brought home. Danneel and I were great friends. We dated for a while and this felt like the next logical step. Austin came along just a year after we were married, and then when she got pregnant, that is when things started to change. Like she finally got what she wanted from me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my little girl more than anything. She is my whole world and she will always come first. And now here we are.” Jensen ran a ran down his face and took another sip from his mug.

My heart was breaking for him. This man would give anything for anyone he cared about and she just walked all over him, using him to get what she wanted. I got up and sat down on Jensen’s lap, straddling him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him, letting him know that I was here and not going anywhere.

He reached up, cupping my face with both large hands, slotting his lips against mine, kissing me deeper than ever before. This is the kind of kiss that girls dream of. The kind of kiss that makes your toes curl and the butterflies dance.

Jensen pulled on the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head, before I could protest. He stood, setting me on my own feet, before he removed my shorts and panties in one fell swoop, then his own boxers. He picked me once more and resumed kissing me with more passion than before. I could feel we were moving but thought we were heading to the house, until I felt the world slip away and was overcome with water. That sneaky fucker walked us right into the pool!

I gasped for breath as I broke the surface. Jay popped up right next to me, laughing. I splashed him before attempting to get out and dry off. “Oh no. I am not done proving to you that you are the one I want to be with.” He pulled me back into his arms and pushed me against the smooth wall of the pool.

“Jay, outside?” I murmured against his lips, between kisses.

“Baby, no one can see us. I promise.” He stroked himself a few times, before pushing into me excruciatingly slow. Resting his forehead against mine, giving us both time to adjust once fully seated inside me. “God, how are you still so tight, it has only been hours since I fucked you silly early this morning.” He chuckled and I could feel it all the way through him and into me.

I clenched around him and bucked my hips. “Then do it again, Jay. Fuck me.” I insisted and he complied, pistoning his hips into me at a frantic pace, water splashing over the edge.

I held on to him for dear life as my orgasm crashed through me. I continued working my hips with his as he chased his own release. “Cum for me, Jay. Cum baby.” I urged him, working my tight walls to pull it from him faster. This spurred us both on and I came again on his cock as he tensed up, spilling inside me.

“You are a quick learner, Jensen Ackles. Knowing what I like so well.” I told him as we trudged out of the pool, looking for towels.

“It’s not me, Baby. It’s you. Your body tells me what you like. I’m just a good listener.” He reasoned.

“Well, then. Make me some breakfast. I am starving. Besides, you have more listening to do later.” I taunted him as I ran in the house buck naked to shower first.

“Y/N! You better run, cause if I catch you, you are in so much trouble, Little Lady!” He shouted through the house.

“Bring it on Daddy!” I yelled over the banister.

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Deadly Voice Part 9

Here is the next part - I started writing this part and realised it was getting really long so  I’ve split it into two parts so it shoudn’t take too long for the next part to come out hopefully.

I hope you are all still enjoying it - thank you for everyone that reads this - If you have any comments I’d love to hear them or any requests etc.

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When I woke up in the morning I didn’t initially remember the previous night.

Once the fog of sleep had finally cleared however I could feel myself begin to panic and my chest pound. Had I really done that?! Had I really murdered two men without even thinking about it?! Where had that come from?!

I didn’t move for at least 10 minutes. I was trying to place all the pieces of last night’s events in an order that made sense – in a way I felt slightly more comfortable with and would explain my bizarre actions. But I couldn’t really. My only comfort was that it had all been in defence of someone’s life. Ok it was the Joker’s life that had been at stake - and most people would have told me to just return quietly to my flat and let Gotham’s worst criminal finally take the fall for all his actions. But I couldn’t bring myself to have that on my conscience. Yes that made a bit of sense.

But then the rest of the night hit me. I had offered my home to the wounded Frost – that seemed ok really – he was hurt after all. But what about the Joker? Oh my God you told him he could stay if he wanted! You let him sleep over in your house?! A mass murderer?! “Shit!” I whispered up at my ceiling. Then I thought about my attitude last night – I acted so short with him - You didn’t even give him a blanket or a pillow?!

“I am such an idiot!” I scolded myself quietly. I closed my eyes tightly and buried my head in my pillow, my cursing muffled - “I am sooo dead.”

I was almost too scared to leave me room. Last night I had acted relatively confident and uncaring towards him – I put it down to the events of the evening having addling my brain. I couldn’t remember exactly what I said to the Joker but I’m sure I hadn’t shown him much respect and he might be ready to make me pay for that mistake.

I tried to tiptoe to my door without making a noise – I didn’t want them to know that I was awake if I could help it - I didn’t want to confront them. I listened carefully for any noise but couldn’t hear anything – was Frost still unconscious or had he already left? And what about the Joker?

I tried again to listen. When I still heard nothing I tried turn my door handle slowly enough that it wouldn’t make a sound. I heard the door click and I pulled it hoping and praying it didn’t creak too much. I peered through the small gap I made between the door and the doorframe and scanned my living room. It was empty.

I pulled the door open further and step slowly and carefully out. There was no one in my open kitchen and no noise from the bathroom. The blanket was folded neatly on the sofa and the water glass was sat on the draining board. They had gone.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. I shook my head. No. I had dodged a bullet – literally – by not having the Joker here. Besides I still hadn’t properly spoken to him since he caught me in the staff corridor and questioned me with his hand around my throat. I didn’t want to replay that - especially not here when I had practically no chance of anyone interrupting unlike last time. Yes - this was for the best.

I moved through to my kitchen and made myself a cup of tea and scraped some breakfast together for myself. I sat at my breakfast bar with a bowl and began to chew my way through a bowl of stale breakfast cereal – I really needed to order myself some new groceries. Then there was a knock at my door.

I abandoned my soggy breakfast and answered it – opening it only slightly to find Frost looming over me.

“H-hi…” I stuttered at him in greeting. I remained inside the flat with the door still mostly closed.

“Mam.” He nodded at me.

“C-Can I, can I help you?” I inquired staring wide eyed at his figure in my doorway. He was in his usual suit and tie and his hair was neatly combed hair as usual.

“Boss wants you to have this.” he said gruffly passing me a package in purple wrapping paper and green ribbon. The sides had HaHaHa written all over them in black marker pen.

“Thanks –but can I ask why you had to deliver it? Doesn’t he have…” I searched for the right word, “‘lesser’ men to do menial tasks like this?” I asked feeling a bit more confident as he didn’t seem to be here to hurt me.

“Boss doesn’t deem this a ‘menial’ task. He won’t trust anyone else to deal with you.” He informed me. ‘Deal with me’ – what was that supposed to mean? Was I just a hassle to him, something that needed to be taken care of? Probably. It wouldn’t surprise me.

“I also wanted to give you my thanks for last night.” He interrupted my thoughts looking tense and awkward - as though apologising was a rare and possibly painful experience for him.

“Well your welcome I guess.” I gave me a small smile and I thought I saw his face soften slightly from his usual stern frown. I felt myself relax slowly; releasing muscles I didn’t know I had tensed.

“Well good day mam.” He nodded again before turning.

“[Y/N]. Call me [Y/N].” I called at him as he began to walk away. He stopped and turned his head slightly in my direction.

“Good day [Y/N].” He nodded with a slight smile now. I grinned at him. He had nearly reached the stairs when I remembered what I had wanted to ask him.

“Oh Mr Frost wait!” I blurted out suddenly, placing the wrapped present down in my flat. I opened my door wider and stepped out into the corridor. He paused and turned towards me. His eyes widened as he looked me up and down. I glanced down at my attire and noticed I was still in my well-worn baggy pyjamas and blushed, feeling my cheeks turn hot. I shook my head clear of embarrassment as I look back up again. “Wh- What happened last night – why were - why were you in the alley?”

“Miss [Y/N] I shouldn’t really say. Boss wouldn’t be happy.” He admitted. He must have seen my face fall - “I suppose though, I do owe you though for helping me...” He gave a quick wink and I supressed a giggle.

“We were at the club as usual waiting for you to perform,” He began, I blushed at this - I’d never had it confirmed that it was the reason they were there. “But you never showed. Boss got annoyed and then angry and then just kept drinking. I warned him to stop and suggested we leave but he kept muttering something about you.” I felt my face get even hotter. “After about an hour he seemed to suddenly snap out of it and he stood up and left. He didn’t go to the front door of the club - he went to the back fire door and into the alley.

As he left I followed, but then I noticed he had left his gun on the booth table so I went back to retrieve it. When I found him outside he was just staring at an alley wall muttering and laughing quietly. I was going to talk to him but a gunshot went off and there I noticed there was a man at the end of the alley. Next thing I knew something hit me from behind and I don’t remember much else. I think I saw you come towards me and pick up something on the floor at some point but - I can’t be sure I wasn’t just concussed. Then I was on your sofa in darkness.”

“Did he stay last night?” I murmured quietly. We both knew who I was referring too.

“Yes - he was asleep in the armchair when I woke up. I let him sleep - he rarely does - but when he woke up we left.”

“Thank you for telling me Frost, I appreciate it.” I gave him a small smile.

“No worries [Y/N], I’m sure I’ll see you around.” He gave me a small smile back.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I smirked and gave him a little wave as I walked back into my flat. I closed the door and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. He was nice really – it made me wonder how he had gotten into working for the Joker. Speaking of the Joker. I felt my eyes move to the present that I had sat on my kitchen counter.

It would be an understatement to say that I was wary -this was the Joker giving me a present. It could be bomb for all I know. But Frost didn’t say anything and although I didn’t really know him I feel like he may have given me a bit of warning if it was dangerous.

Plus the Joker still seemed to want to talk to me so I didn’t believe he would kill me off yet.

I couldn’t stand having it just sat in my kitchen. I tore off the ribbon and paper and lifted the lid off the box. Inside was green tissue paper. I dug around through the layers and my hand came into contact with something metallic.

I pushed the paper out of the way to reveal a revolver. It had purple accents on it and the word ‘voice’ on the barrel and deadly repeated on the cylinder. ‘Deadly Voice’. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth drop open slightly. I threw the gun in one of my kitchen draws as if had stung me and shoved the drawer closed.

I stormed out of the kitchen. What was he thinking giving me a gun? Was he trying to tease me about last night? Was he making fun of me?! Of course he is you fool he’s the Joker!

I was angry – how dare he make fun of me when I saved his life! How ungrateful! I stomped around my kitchen throwing my cold tea down the sink and cleaning up the rest of my breakfast, almost breaking the bowl in the process due to my temper

I spent the rest of the day ordering my much needed grocery shop online, cleaning and reading so long forgotten books. But my mind was always on the gun that sat in my drawer. I hadn’t touched the box it had come in – it lay abandoned by my front door, the tissue paper falling onto the floor slightly.

I tidied it up and noticed how heavy the cardboard box still was. I peered into the bottom, pushing away a bit more useless tissue before I noticed boxes of bullets lined up.

I couldn’t believe this. So he had given me an actual working gun with actual bullets?! Did he want me to kill more people?! Well there no chance of that!

I opened my bin and threw the bullets in it before pulling out the revolver before dropping that in too. I slammed the lid on it my temper flaring again and I strode away to my bedroom to get ready for work.

[soldierinjesusarmy]

I am trying to find myself spiritually. I think I relate most to Christianity (though I love and respect all religions) but I'm still not fully immersed in it, if that makes sense. What makes you believe? Are there any personal things that tie you to your faith that you could share with me?

Hello, I would suggest praying and reading the bible so that you can get to know God and make a decision. What makes me believe? God has just been so good to me. A few years ago I wanted to kill myself. I had fallen into a deep depression and I couldn't see a way out. I had grown up in a Christian household and knew about God, but I had never had a personal encounter with Him. I somewhat believed only because my parents did. Not a great reason I know. Throughout this time in my life I kept on remembering what my parents and the people at church said about taking your own life. They said that if anyone takes their own life they go to hell because they killed themselves. I didn't want to kill myself and find out that this was real. Understand? I wanted to stop feeling sad and hurt all the time, but if hell was real and I did end up there it would be worse. So I just kept suffering on my own. Meanwhile, I kept hearing a voice in my head say "Talk to God. Run to Him. He can help you."I ignored this voice for so long because I didn't believe it. I thought God was something / someone my parents believed in but not me. I felt that I wasn't good enough. I remember that I went to the kitchen a few times and I would get a knife and put it near my wrist. However, every single time I tried to lower the knife to touch my wrist and finally cut, the knife wouldn't move. My hand would move, but the knife stayed in place. I believe that in the moment God was controlling the knife to not hurt me. However, one day (I don't remember exactly which day) I was sick of feeling the way I was feeling. I had decided not to kill myself, but I didn't want to be sad anymore. I didn't want to feel hopeless anymore. So I closed the door of my room, got down on my knees, and I said "God, I don't want to feel like this anymore. Please help me." That's all I was able to say because after I said that I started crying. I had never cried so much before. I felt something heavy lift off of me and I felt free. I had gone from feeling hopeless to smiling and laughing. I wasn't crying from pain anymore. I was crying because I was sooo happy. This is why I believe in God. Because He is real. This is just one of the things He has saved me from and He is using me for great things. I am a teacher both in secular school and in Sunday school and an honor student. I am being invited and recommend by professors to take part in prestigious programs. I wouldn't have been able to do any of this without God. If He hadn't saved me I probably would have been dead because I thought that that was my only option. Dear reader, we all have a reason to believe. The simple fact that we are breathing right now is enough to believe in Christ. He is real. You can see Him everywhere. Just open your eyes and truly look. How does the ocean only come to a certain point on the beach? How do the trees know when to change? How do the birds know which direction to fly? How do the animals in nature never go hungry? Because God is in control and He provides. He is real and He is there looking after everything. Don't ever think that God doesn't want you. Nothing you do can ever be stronger than the blood of Jesus Christ. He loves you and would do anything for you. I hope this in a way helped you. Have a blessed day.