#girl don’t be insecure of that it’s fuckin gorgeous and if anyone ever tells you otherwise then just call me up so I can bitch slap their

[idrinkwetcementasproteinshakes]

i would be such a good boyfriend honestly

#I would get her gifts frequently #and have a trash can in my bathroom #ya know for periods and allat #speaking of periods #I would always have a box of pads or tampons under the bathroom sink if she forgets to bring some or whatever #and I would also be EXTRA nice to her and buy her chocolate on her period #and I would make sure to compliment her and tell her how much I love her everyday #like I would always make sure she knows she’s a wonderful fabulous gorgeous talented amazing perfect woman #I would also use a bunch of dumb pick up lines while we’re together #and some of the pickup lines would just be from songs she likes #if she likes Tyler the creator? “They should call you sugar cause you’re just so sweet” #if she likes MCR? “I just wanted you to know that the world is ugly but you’re beautiful to me” #etc #and everything she’s insecure of? #I would try my best to make sure she loves them #she has a bigger belly? #girl don’t be insecure of that it’s fuckin gorgeous and if anyone ever tells you otherwise then just call me up so I can bitch slap their #dumbass #I’m not even lying though #girls with bigger stomachs are so cute istg #or if she thinks she’s too tall? #more hight just means more skirt to twirl sister #but ima cis straight girl so idk

[celestialrry]

insecure

1k

summary: Harry doesn't love his nose and you love him.

warnings: body insecurities (Harry), and fluff

Harry was confident. How could he not be after going on multiple stadium tours filled with screaming girls who thought everything he did was attractive? Even after all those years, going solo, and just releasing his sophomore album, he had started to be comfortable in his own skin. He dressed more extravagantly like he wanted to, and became more vulnerable with his music. There were few things he didn't like about himself and fewer things that he didn't like about his physical self. 

There was always one that got to him. When you would take a picture of him driving, or hugged him and squeezed his sides, he cringed. Looking back on the photo you took, that you thought was absolutely adorable, a big smile on his face while he was looking at the road ahead, all he could focus on was his nose. He asked himself why it was so big, and why it hooked just the slightest bit downwards. He asked himself why he still had pudge on his sides, love handles, yet worked out extensively everyday and ate more healthy than anyone else he knew. His insecurity about his love handles diminished slightly after you had murmured while half asleep that you loved them. But still, the insecurity around his nose remained.

You were never aware of this. You thought Harry was the most gorgeous creature you had laid eyes upon and he thought of you the same. You had a bit of love handles as well and he absolutely loved them. The two of you had been introduced about a year  ago being good friends until feelings were revealed and soon enough you had been dating now for about 7 months. It was bliss, just being in your own world with Harry. So when you woke up one morning and walked into the bathroom to see Harry in his boxers looking at himself in the mirror, eyes glazed over and bottom lip trembling, and touching his face, it was safe to say you were in shock.

Carefully you made your way over to him, making your presence known and he jumped a bit and cleared his throat. "G'morning lovey." He mumbled, the tight lipped smile not reaching his eyes as he kissed you on the forehead and gave you a weak hug. 

"What's wrong H?" You asked softly, your hands going to cup his cheeks.  He kept his hands on your waist and looked down at you, engulfed in his t-shirt. He sighed, knowing you would pester him about this until he told you, one of the reasons he loved you, but had yet to say it.

"S'stupid, don't worry abou' it." He mumbled, his hands tightening around your love handles, thumbs running over your hips. "Your feelings aren't stupid, H. C'mon." You said, eyes full of concern as you got on your tip toes and gave him a peck on the nose. That did it.

"I hate m'nose." He blurted out, eyes shutting. Your jaw dropped. Harry Styles didn't like his nose. It was one of your favorite things about his face other than, well, his entire face. "Why?" You asked, still in shock, eyes widened. 

He opened his eyes to look at you. "I'don't like how it curves, y'know? And I feel like s'a bit big. I told you, s'stupid." He frowned, you thumbs rubbing his cheeks. 

"Harry." You began. His eyes widened this time, as you rarely ever called him that. "Your nose is perfect. It fits you so well, and to be honest it's one of my favorite, physical, things about you."

"What?" He asked confused. 

"I'm serious," you chuckled a bit. "Have you ever watched one of your interviews or a video of you talking from the side?" 

"Try not to." He mumbled. 

"You should, because the tip of your nose moves up and down when you talk and it's one of the cutest fucking things I've ever seen." You said, taking your phone you set on the counter and going to record. 

"Tell me about yesterday." You ordered, filming his side profile. 

"Um, I told you earlier, Mitch and I wen’ to the studio, recorded a cover or two  n’knocked out the chords for another song," he began to smile. 

"Then I came back home n’called you over," at this point he was smiling like a fool. "And then I fuc-" 

"Oh shut up." You blushed, hitting his bicep and ending the video. You made him turn to the mirror to film, so you pulled him around and he made his way behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, and chin on your shoulder as you clicked on the video.

You smiled as you watched it and resisted the urge to turn and see Harry's reaction. "D'you see?" You zoomed in a bit to his nose. "Look how it moves."

You felt his chuckle rumble through as the video ended and you put the phone back on the counter, turning around to face him. "Has no one told you that it moves before?" You asked. 

"Nope."

"God, H, that's terrible. There's so many little things about you that I love, almost as much as I love you, and I can't believe you don't like them about yourself because you definitely should." You rambled, not even noticing you had told him those fated 3 words for the first time until after you had stopped talking.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Harry, I-" You began to cover your face out of embarrassment, but he pressed his lips against yours before you could do so, so instead your hand, made their way to his neck. 

"I love you." He mumbled, before pressing his lips against yours once more. You smiled into the kiss and pulled away. “I know things like this don’t get fixed overnight but you should love everything about yourself, because if I can love it, you certainly can too.”

“M’god, pet,” He responded, pressing his lips on yours once more. “I love you so fuckin’ much.” 

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles is beautiful #harry styles and reader

[ghoulciifer]

okay I just saw your head canons for itty bitty titties with suna and atsumu but what abt suna, atsumu, tendō and Bokuto (if u can but if you just want to do suna and Tsumu that’s ok 😚) w a s/o who has like DD cups? I’m lowkey embarrassed to wear tight shirts bc I feel like everyone looks at me ☹️ (Ik they aren’t too big but I feel like everyone stares at me all the time 😞)

hc: atsumu, suna, and bokuto with a big chested s/o

tags: nsfw, reader has big boobies

notes: baby 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear that you’re embarrassed by that, but your feelings are completely valid!! though i personally don’t have that issue i can tell you that you’re beautiful no matter what and if people stare then that just shows their character, not yours. your body ≠ your personality. i hope i did you both justice with these, so if not just reach out and lemme know! ❥

» ma’am you would make this man SO happy

» not that your chest is all he’d value about you, ofc, he’ll be the most attracted to your personality and ability to laugh at his dumb jokes when no one else will, THAT’S the first thing he notices ab you

» you just... appeal to his horny side incredibly well

» he never comments on them though. drinks his respect women juice and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, ever

» until you express how insecure you are about your titties and he’s BAFFLED

» bc in his man brain he’s like ?? how could you NOT be confident with boobs as perfect as yours ??

» but eventually he understands that you think they’re a bit on the bigger side, it’s just he genuinely thinks it’s just more for him to handle/love so why worry ab what other people think?

» when it gets especially hard he never fails to tuck your head under his chin with a hand massaging between your shoulder blades, comforting you with both his touch and his words

» “I think yer beautiful, Y/N. No matter what.”

» WILL fight anyone who stares at your chest

» yk that tiktok with the guy barking at anyone who tries to take his girl friend’s drink from him? that’s atsumu but w dudes who ogle at your chest

» he knows you feel objectified from it and ain’t no one makin’ his baby feel bad

» like the small titty gang, he’ll praise them in the bedroom to no end, like will have his hands on them constantly and loves the way they look when the flesh pokes out between his digits

» even though he understands the necessity of a bra (uh back pain), he always loves the few times you do let the girls free, especially if you’re in one of his shirts/jerseys - like, he WILL jump your bones

» but yea, over all, atsumu’s an understanding dork of a boyfriend who never fails to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, regardless of chest size

» much like the small chested hc, he couldn’t care less what size your titties are

» but does he find them attractive? absolutely, much like the rest of you

» probably isn’t as in tune with your emotions as atsumu or bokuto are so you’ll definitely have to tell him you aren’t feeling yourself, he might pick up on it eventually but it’ll be much later

» just wants you to be open about it so he can help his girl asap

» he’ll probably wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face into the crook of your neck so he can whisper all the things you need to hear, for your ears only

» “C’mon, Y/N, you’re gorgeous... don’t let something like that keep you from seeing what I see.”

» he understands how people’s stares make you feel bc he’s aware of how shitty most dudes treat women, so instead of barking like atsumu he’ll just stand around you or turn you away from whoever’s makin’ googly eyes at you

» doesn’t stop him from giving said perpetrator a heart-stopping death glare tho

» again, suna’s heavy with degradation in the bedroom, but will never aim it at your insecurities, instead he’ll save those comments for praising you

» and his favorite way of doing that is keeping his mouth latched onto each breast, leaving love bites n’ bruises between each swirl of his tongue around your nipples

» suna doesn’t really care what you wear because, hello, you look hot asf in everything BUT he would kill a man to see you in a crop top whenever possible tasteful underboob

» overall, very supportive boyfriend, you just gotta tell him when you’re feeling less confident so he can fulfill his good boyfie duties of reminding you he loves you no matter how big ya titties are

» this boy is SO PRECIOUS

» will make you feel like a queen the second you express even the slightest insecurity about your chest size

» much like atsumu he’ll be confused because in his eyes, you’re a literal angel who excels in perfection with beautiful tits, holy shit

» but he knows what it’s like to be insecure! so you bet your sweet ass he’s going to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even if you don’t outwardly express you’re upset

» will fold you up into a little ball and just hold you in his lap, caging you with his arms and legs, kissing your hair, forehead, cheeks, nose, etc.

» and will be gushing with praises in between each little peck, i mean he is spewing straight honey from his mouth the whole time

» “Baby, you’re so perfect, how could you even say that? I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/N, and I love you so, so, so much.”

» you might have a few cavities from how fuckin sweet this man is

» very much like atsumu, he will attempt to confront anyone who’s blatantly staring at you and your chest, very much like a feral dog BUT will stop the minute you tell him not to

» then proceeds to shield you like suna, but doesn’t even give the asshole the time of day because his baby is more important :)

» bo is a soft daddy dom and is heavy on the praise, so expect lots of comments about how perfectly your tits bounce while riding his cock or how beautiful they look covered in his cum

» he loves smushing his face between your breasts, pls suffocate him with them i’m so sorry

» as loving and soft as he is with you outside of the bedroom, if you wear anything that shows even the slightest bit of cleavage he WILL go nuts, so, do with that what you will

» bokuto just loves you for you, he values your heart before your body so as long as you keep loving this lil’ airhead back, you’ll be just fine

#nishiikun.headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu headcanons #atsumu miya headcanons #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #rintaro suna x reader #suna headcanons #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons

[crescent-yoon]

Driver's License // Hwang Yeji x Reader

I got my driver's license last week

Just like we always talked about

'Cause you were so excited for me

To finally drive up to your house

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

I wanted to call her so bad, but my pride wouldn't let me. I can't help but to be stubborn in this situation. Why did she want to break up? Was I not enough? Did she fall out of love? Sure, we'd fight but we'd always make up. Maybe this time it was too much.

And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs

'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

I was always happy when I'd go to school and see Yeji by my locker, looking as gorgeous as always. Then, that happiness turned into jealousy whenever her classmate, Ryujin, would be lingering around her. Touching her shoulder, giving her flirtatious looks, and Yeji never saw anything wrong with that. They both had so much in common, too. Much more than her and I did. But it was so obvious that Ryujin liked her and she always became the source of our arguments.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

"So, you don't trust me?" Yeji looked up in slight annoyance, her eyes getting glossy. "That's what you're saying?"

"No, it's not." I sighed, equally frustrated as I tightly gripped my hair. "But you're always with her. I mean, we're dating but we don't even spend time with each other anymore because you're always with her."

"Then maybe we need to take a break." Yeji sighed as she closed her locker.

And before I could make her stay and try to hold onto her, she walked away, walking alongside none other than Ryujin.

That's why I told my mom I was sick today because how could I go back to school with her words replaying in my mind, only to find her by that Ryujin girl's side.

And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

Today I drove through the suburbs

And pictured I was driving home to you

Maybe there was a way I could fix this? Maybe I should apologize to Yeji. She is my girlfriend and I should trust her after all.

Not caring that I was still in my pajamas, I grabbed my car keys and drove to the nearest flower shop and got Yeji her favorite flowers. I also went to the jewelry store and got her the necklace that she'd really wanted for a long time but could never really afford.

Since it was still school hours for a bit, I decided to stop by Yeji's house and drop off the necklace with Yeji's mom to give her after school so that it would be a surprise.

Then, I drove off to the school to surprise Yeji with the flowers and apologize in person. But what was waiting for me, proved that my intuitions were right.

And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

I walked into the school and almost immediately upon walking in, my friend Chaeryeong rushed up to me with a look of what seemed to be distress.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Chaeryeong chuckled almost nervously. "I thought you were sick? You even came in your pajamas."

"I'm fine, Chae." I pet her head as I walked around her. "Where's Yeji?"

"Mm, maybe we should talk somewhere else?" Her brows furrowed as she suddenly stood in front of me once again.

"Why are you acting so suspicious, Chae?" I frowned as I gently tried to move her out of my way. "I'm just gonna be quick."

"No! Wait!" She shouted as she ran after me. "Y/N!"

I stopped in my tracks when I heard a familiar voice from afar ask, "Yeji, I like you a lot and I'd just like to ask if you'd be my girlfriend."

Ryujin.

I didn't feel like staying there much longer. I couldn't help the mad scoff that left my body with a sarcastic smile. Then, my eyes met hers that I had fallen deeply in love with and I couldn't handle it.

I turned around and I could feel Chaeryeong following me with Yeji slightly behind.

"Wait, Y/N. Stop." Chaeryeong grabbed my wrist to stop me from moving further, causing me to turn around. "Don't run away. Just face it."

"Face what, Chaeryeong?" I could feel my voice gradually rising. "Face the fact that I was right? That Ryujin likes Yeji? That because I was so jealous of those two, Yeji and I aren't together anymore? Yeah, I saw. I hope those two are very happy together."

I made eye contact with Yeji once again, her sparkling orbs meeting mine. I couldn't be here, in this moment, with her.

I roughly snatched my arm out of Chaeryeong's grasp, almost causing her to fall down but I couldn't care at the moment.

I was so angry and heartbroken. I wanted to hit something and hard. I'd never hit Chaeryeong or my Yeji. Not even Ryujin, I could never hit another person. Looking down at the flowers in my hand, I threw them against the lockers and left the building.

Regardless of the fact that it wasn't good for me to drive while angry (Yeji always drove when I was angry), I got in my car and drove off anyway.

Without a destination in mind.

Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Before I knew it, my foot was pressed down hard on the gas pedal. My phone constantly ringing with calls between Chaeryeong and Yeji. I even got a few from Ryujin.

I wanted to hear what Ryujin had to say about this so I finally answered her.

"What do you want?" I angrily answered.

"She said no."

"What?"

"She said no. She told me that even though you two were on a break that she'd always be in love with you and nothing could change that."

"She did?"

"Yes. She's crying over you because she feels like she's done something wrong, that things can't change."

"Tell her I'm on my way."

"I will. Fix things with Yeji, please. I don't want her to be hurt anymore."

"Thanks, Ryujin."

A moment of hesitation must've come over her before she said, "of course."

I quickly pulled a U-turn but I was just a bit too slow to move out of the way of the car coming from the opposite side of the intersection.

I could feel my breath getting heavier and my heartbeat getting slower. I had realized I had crashed once I felt the pain of the sharp glass in my arm and the blood dripping down my forehead.

As the weight of my limbs began to feel heavier and heavier along with my eyelids, I could hear the familiar ringtone that I'd set for Yeji and Yeji only.

Feeling my eyelids getting heavy, I used all the energy I had left to answer the phone.

"Hey, Yej." I barely managed to let out.

Hearing the sounds of sirens and Yeji's voice before my eyes finally shut.

Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

When I woke up, I could see the outlines of three figures. At this point I was a pro at being able to tell Yeji apart from anyone in the world so I figured the other two were either her parents or Chaeryeong and Ryujin.

"Can you give us some space please?" Yeji whispered, holding my hand.

My vision began clearing up as her parents left the room.

"Why in the hell would you do something so stupid, Y/N?" She slightly frowned as tears built up in her eyes. "Because you are upset? You should talk to me about it. What have I told you about driving when you're mad, huh?"

"Not to." I muttered before she poked my shoulder a bit harshly.

"Exactly. Stop doing scary things and worrying me. Stop making me scared that something bad will happen to you or that you'll do something that you can't reverse. I can't lose who I love the most."

"I love you too, Yej." I have her a weak smile since my body was in pain.

"No more hospital trips and no more jealousy. You're the love of my life and I can't handle anything bad happening to us. " she kissed my knuckles. "And thank you for the necklace."

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

"Of course, Yej." I smiled before I kissed her. "I promise."

Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

I'm not sure why but I got creative inspiration from Driver's License by Olivia Rodrigo. I was listening to it earlier and thought of Yeji but I didn't expect it to be so long but hopefully it was enjoyable.

#itzy imagines #itzy yeji #itzy x you #itzy x reader #hwang yeji #yeji x reader

[hexhux]

My Eighteenth Birthday

Friday, May 3rd, 2019. 

An open letter to everyone who has ever loved me. A recap of the year. 

Today, I turned eighteen years old. I can’t help but feel incredibly lucky to be here. I’m sure many others who suffer from long-term mental illness can relate, but it is not always a given to make it this far. I have so much farther to go, but because this is such a milestone, I wanted to take a moment to step back and give my thanks to those in my life who have offered their hand to me. This life has been as joyous and wonderful as it has been cruel. For all the times I have sobbed my heart out, grieving and ashamed, I have found an equal amount of pure, forgiving laughter. To everyone, thank you so much.

One of the most important things I have learned so far is to appreciate the small things. To the setting sun, to the flowers called weeds, to the soft sheets, to the warm baths - thank you. To the moon, the stars, the midnight sky - thank you. To the emotional movies, to the memes on the internet, to the books I’ve read a thousand times - thank you. These are the things I have cultivated and loved, even when I thought the sun wouldn’t shine on me any longer. To quote one of my favorite movies of all time, Swiss Army Man, “Everything everywhere matters to everything.” It truly does. Forever. Always.

Grandma: you are the most important person in my life. From the very day I was born, you have been there. Through every stomach ache, nightmare, and painful thought, you have pieced me back together. You taught me what love truly was. Dedication. Sincerity. Empowerment. On all the days I could not love myself, you loved me twice as much. I found true friendship with you. You are the most generous, forgiving, and wholly enveloping person I know. Regardless of whether or not I am happy or sad, your face is the one I want to see. You match me in passion, pride, and persistence. I cannot tell you how much I love you because words do not come close to the feeling inside my heart. Thank you for being my best friend, for the advice, the comfort, and all the times you thoroughly read my fanfiction. You have supported my art and my dreams since the beginning. Thank you, mama.

Ethan: Firstly, let me ask a very, very important question, little brother. Do you have a mic? I’m kidding (lmao). I could not have a better brother. You were my first playmate, my partner in crime, and the person who was always by my side. Never once have we stopped playing. Every moment with you is one of belly-aching laughter and jokes. You bring an incredible light to the life of anyone who knows you. You’re level-headed, compassionate, and the funniest person I know. We’re so similar, but even in our differences, we’ve supported one another fully. You are my other half and I love you so dearly that it’s nearly laughable. You’re an absolute buffoon sometimes, but I’d take you over anyone else any day.

Collin: Ah, yes, my stupid woke best friend. You are the sweetest, kindest person I have ever met. The only person who asks retail workers about their day, even if they clearly hate their job. Nobody else has ever made quite such a dedication to getting to know me. You know the most about me, even if admitting that is embarrassing because the vast majority of my secrets are odd and cringe-worthy. We have been through so many challenges, but we have always made it through because we have a connection unlike no other. You are such a beautiful, encapsulating human being. The bond we have is incomparable to any other, and I cannot thank you enough for being my friend. It isn’t often you meet someone who wants all of you, not just the good parts. You have loved me through the misfortune. And I want you to know that I will forever be there for you. It is an honor to know you, Collin.

Nits: We may have met by chance, but there is nothing accidental about our friendship. I have never encountered someone like you before - someone so bold, strong, and gorgeous. That summer we spent every day together, entangled by movies, music, and a growing fondness that would last forever. To be loved by you is such a gift. Nobody deserves you. I have never so desperately wanted to see someone succeed. We are intertwined and will be forever, I truly hope. You have held my hand and helped me through the bad times, just as I’ve held yours. You are an enigmatic, wondrous, and hopeful soul. Thank you for seeing me for who I am, even when I myself didn’t know who that was at times.

Kiesha: Your comfort and reassurance is never-ending. You have such a warm, broad presence. We have known each other for such a long time and have managed to grow in the same direction. So much love, laughter and acceptance has been cultivated between us. I cannot thank you enough for all those nights spent talking on the phone late at night. For all the times you answered my calls when I was crying after a bad dream and needed another person to exist with me. For all the beta-reading, spelling checks, and long-reading sessions. Thank you for being there and for being the Wade Wilson to my Peter Parker.

Nova: I have never met another person so similar to myself. You’ve given me so much comfort in my identity and existence. You are a lovely, sugary sweet human being, even when you’re badass. You have such a fierce and generous energy, which has enraptured me since the moment we met. We met through hard circumstances, but I believe it was worth it because we found each other. I would relive it a hundred times if you were still standing at the end of it. Our love for one another is so nurturing and wholesome, and I wouldn’t give it up for all the money in the world. Thank you for your friendship, generosity, and patience. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you. Probably throw a fit.

Nikki: You are seriously one of the most interesting people I have ever met. You’re so hilarious, so intriguing, and so sincere. I couldn’t ask for a better friend. Your presence is one I’ll never forget and hope to never live without. I will always hold my hand out to you because I know you’d do the same for me. You’re such a supportive, kind, and affectionate person. You don’t give yourself enough credit for how fuckin’ amazing you are. I’m very glad to call you my friend, and I can’t thank you enough for being mine. You matter so much to me. Thank you for all the playlists, passion, and crude jokes.

Cierra: You are such a beautiful, darling person. We have grown so much together and I could not be happier to call you my friend. Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of having a friend like the teenage girls in the coming of age movies. The type of friendship where you gush about boys, share all of your dreams and uplift each other to the highest degree. I feel so much happiness talking to you, even if it's about nothing at all. You have supported me so thoroughly and have always been such a gentle, soft girl. I am so proud to call you my friend. For all the times we gushed over Tom Holland, thank you.

J: From the very moment we met, we’ve had intense and bold chemistry. You’re so funny and so wise, even if sometimes I want to beat you with a stick. Your love and dedication for me have been such a pleasure. I love that we can spend hours on the phone - talking about everything and nothing at all. You’ve always been there to support me, even in times when I felt too weak to go on. Your love for me has been so enveloping, and I hope you know that I love you just as much. Thank you for giving me the courage to remove toxic people from my life. Thank you for remembering the little things about me. And most of all, thank you for also indulging in my love for oldies beach music. You’re wonderful.

Aisu, Amanda, Sky, and Reez: My wonderful squad! You guys are endlessly supportive, hilarious, and fantastic human beings. Never in my life have I felt so brave and safe with a group of people. It is truly an honor to log onto Twitter and talk to such honest, fantastic friends. No matter what I’m talking about, you guys are always there to encourage me. Through all my writing, my artwork, my strange fantasies - you guys have been there. For all the support of my Kylo Ren fetish, my love for Slenderman, and random infatuations with villians, thank you so much. From the bottom of my heart, I love y’all.

To myself: You’ve made it this far. I know that some days you succumb to the pain, the insecurity, the anguish, but you have truly been so brave. Every time that you’ve fallen, you’ve pushed yourself from the ground and stood on your feet once more. Against all odds, you have made it to eighteen. You are strong. You are smart. You are brave. Even on the days when you wished you were someone else, or gone completely, you have bandaged your wounds and taken care of yourself. I am so proud of you. For once in my life, I am happy to be who I am. I am happy to be you. To inhabit this body. Thank you for never once giving up on yourself, even when you so desperately wanted to. Thank you so much.

I learned so much during my year as seventeen. It hasn’t been easy by any means; there were so many times when I wanted to let go of it all. Recovering from severe depression, anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder has been a long, arduous process. I’ve been in therapy for nearly a full year now, and I’ve come so far in examining my trauma and understanding how to live with it. This year, I’ve done my best to step out of my comfort zone and allow myself to flourish as much as possible. This life can be complicated and heartbreaking, but it’s worth it all. For all the happiness, the love, the sweetness.

Finally, I’d like to list the songs that I’ve played a billion times and have been the biggest comfort. 

1. Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey

2. O Superman by Laurie Anderson

3. Allentown by Manchester Orchestra & The Front Bottoms

4. I’ll Still Have Me by CYN

5. Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

Thank you to everyone. For everything.

“Knowing at last what I am, recognizing it, admitting it, confronting it,” - Anaïs Nin

#tate hyperventilates #friends #long post #18th birthday #mental illness tw

[cowboyguts-moved]

hey jo do you have a link to all your ocs backstories ?

https://cowboyguts.tumblr.com/post/183365830587/tell-me-about-your-new-ocs

i have a link to this post i just updated! it used to have outdated info about everyone but me and tristan fixed it just now. it’s not by any means everyone’s entire stories and doesnt mention major plot points but its enough to get you started with each of em. that post only has the characters that are in mystic overhang. some others arent talked about because they all live somewhere else and mystic overhang characters are talked about the most anyway. if anyone has questions about them or parts of their stories please ask because theres no way i coulda discussed it all in that post l o l

me and tristan are gonna make carrds (they’re just info pages) about everyone that we can even the ones that arent in mystic overhang later on 

#Anonymous #oc link

[shawnskeds]

All The Things I Love About You {S.M}

non-requested// imagine where you feel as if you aren’t good enough for someone as great as shawn and he tells you everything he loves about you

author’s note// did you guys know LITERALLY all i fucking care about is taylor swift she is the ONLY woman i will ever love go buy look what you made me do on itunes RIGHT FUCKIN NOW

masterlist 

Shawn was perfect. It didn’t take a genius to understand that Shawn was overall the perfect man. He was the best boyfriend any girl could ever dream for, and he was fucking famous for crying out loud. He had countless fanfiction shit and stuff on the internet, and it was all so accurate. All of those dumb ridiculously gross relationship goal stuff all of the twelve year old girls wanted, was exactly what he did. He posted pictures online with you, much to his publicists dismay as she said it may cause a slight uproar in his fanbase if he were to announce he was in a relationship. He didn’t care at all, he posted photos with you, of you, posted mushy captions, all of the stuff teenage girls make edits of and post on tumblr. He took you on dates, but weirdly personal dates. Like he would take you on a picnic to a little hill by your house or that italian restaurant that was tucked away in the western corner of your town that you just loved. He took you on tour, when you could of course, and he always made sure he made time for you whenever he possibly could. 

But it was all just… way too good to be true. 

You considered yourself to be incredibly average. You didn’t have an extraordinary job, you were an architect. You had a pretty great job at a firm, which was amazing for your age and the fact you were a female but it was nothing compared to your chart topping pop star boyfriend. He was absolutely stunning, one of the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your whole life. His body was perfect, there was seemingly no flaws. Even the scar on his cheek he had gotten using his dad’s razor when he was younger that bothered him so much was the cutest thing ever. He was hot as all hell, girls wrote friggin sex fantasies about him online. You thought it was super weird, yeah sure, but still they existed. He was genuinely perfect in every single way and you were mediocre at best. 

You didn’t consider yourself super hot, and you weren’t super tiny, which is apparently what everyone thought Shawn needed. Someone considerably shorter than him, and tiny overall. You weren’t that. You were shorter than him, sure but it was due to the fact that he was more of a tower than a man, but you weren’t super tiny. You didn’t look amazing in a bikini, you don’t wear a size extra small, and overall, you just didn’t think you were what Shawn deserved. He deserved the perfect girl, and you didn’t deserve him. 

But, that was just what you thought, not what Shawn thought. When you met Shawn at gross little coffee shop in Texas, he thought you were absolutely radiating. He thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, with your glowing caramel skin, and long deep ebony hair. He was dumbfounded by your beauty, how your body wasn’t one of a super model but you made it look absolutely lovely. What he loved most was that you had no idea how absolutely gorgeous you were. He hated seeing all of these admittedly stunning women at events and parties, who just know they are one of the most gorgeous human beings in the world. You were even more stunning than all of those girls he had ever seen combined, and you weren’t even aware. 

He tells you ever since then he has been absolutely smitten. So in love with you, maybe even disgustingly in love with you. You just didn’t find it realistic. You didn’t find it realistic that this perfect human being saw you as an equally perfect human. You didn’t vocalize it too much, but he knew. He knew you felt insecure. Sure, he wasn’t sure of the extent of the fact, but he knew. 

“C’mon honey, please? You haven’t sat in on Q&A in forever.” Shawn whined, trying to pull you off of the couch that you were firmly planted on in Shawn’s dressing room for the venue that night. 

“I don’t like them, I feel uncomfortable. I’m not even semi ready. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts and shorts. I can’t go, and I don’t want to.” You told him for what felt like the eightieth time in the past five minutes.Yet, he continued to try and pull you up. “Shawn, seriously I don’t want to.” You stated as monotone as you could physically could manage. You couldn’t show any weakness in a situation like this, he was the type to call of his Q&A to talk to you and make you feel better. You hated when he did that, you hated when he would put you before that kind of stuff, it made you feel like a controlling bitch, even though every single time he told you that it was his decision, not yours, and he is more than willing to tell anyone who asks that very thing. 

“Honey, come on. They love you they always do.” Shawn knew he was lying right through his teeth. They never loved her. At best, they completely ignored her, which is what Shawn considered ‘love’ even though it was just not being a complete asshole. 

“They literally never love me, Shawn. Last time a girl told me to hang myself with one of your broken guitar strings.” It was actually incredibly sad that you weren’t exaggerating, she had actually said that. She had used her question to ask if you could do that, which was the fucking saddest thing you’d ever heard. 

“It won’t happen this time, I promise.” He let go of your hands, knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t be going with him. He looked at you with sad eyes, pulling his blue button up sleeves up to his elbows, his muscular forearms tensed up a bit and you felt a knot in your stomach. 

“Shawn, they’re right.” You groaned, pulling yourself up and somehow dodging him, which was impressive since he was such a tall muscular guy. He scoffed a little, folding his arms as you started to pace around his dressing room, your socks picking up some static electricity as you dragged your feet across the carpet. 

“If you’re saying you should hang yourself…” He chuckled, and you quickly whipped your body to face him, a glare on your face. 

“No, Shawn. They are all right.” You started, pulling the ends of your hair that was up in a ponytail to your fingers, fiddling around with the ends of it. His arms dropped to his side and his head tilted to the side a little bit, a few of his curls falling into his eyes. He started to look sad, and he knew what you were about to say was going to break his heart. “I’m not good enough for you.” You whispered, looking down at your feet. 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Shawn hissed, taking small careful steps towards you until he was only inches away from you. 

“Shawn, I’m just not good enough for you. You’re fucking perfect, you’re the perfect man and I’m just…” You tried to think of the correct word to use but it just wasn’t coming to your brain. “me.” You sighed, looking up at him. You could feel his breath on your forehead, he was that close to you, yet you weren’t touching. His arms were shaking just a bit, so you could tell he wanted to pull you close and hold you badly but he was scared. You were glad he didn’t though, you may have started crying. 

“Do I need to list every single thing that I love about you?” He simply stated, looking you straight in your eyes. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to waste anymore time on your insecurity than he already has. 

“No Shawn, it’s fine, i’ll get over myself, it’s ju-” He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands. 

“The way you smile, the way you laugh when I say something that isn’t even remotely funny, the way you get so passionate about those fucking blueprints for some class that I can’t even begin to understand, how you get so emotionally invested in those Grey’s Anatomy characters to the point of tears over the fact that Christina and Owen broke up, how you taught yourself piano because you wanted to be able to play while I sing, the way you smell like peaches every single day, how incredibly aware you are of social issues, how you literally went to a black lives matter protest on your birthday because you said that was the real important stuff, how the music on your phone literally only consists of my stuff, Taylor Swift, and Billy Joel-” You laughed a little, cutting him off. 

“I also have the whole season one of Glee soundtrack.” You swung you and Shawn’s hands back and forth a little bit. It made your whole body feel warm and happy over the fact that he saw all of these little things about you and thought about how much he loved you. He noticed things more than your body and the way you moaned his name. He noticed all of those little things, those dumb things you had barely even thought about. “Shawn, I love you so much. I seriously do, and you mean everything to but I-” He took one of his hands and placed his pointer finger over your lips. 

“But nothing.” He pulled you into a big bear hug, his arms wrapping completely around your body, making you feel like you were in a huge cocoon of love. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to make your hands meet so you can fully hug him back. “It doesn’t matter if I am a pop star or a dumpster diver or if you’re an architect or a screamo lead singer. It doesn’t matter, I love you and you love me. Literally, the only thing that matters. I don’t wanna hear anymore of this ‘not good enough’ shit, got it?” He stated, trying to sound somewhat powerful and dominant. He wasn’t always good at seeming dominant and scary. 

“Sh-” 

“Got it?” He boomed, squeezing you just a little tired. 

“Got it.” You grumbled, “I’m still not going to your Q&A”

author’s note// this was deadass just me going on about how hot shawn is also buy look what you made me do on itunes

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[swervestrickland]

#8 - Finn Bálor

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Requested: “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” from this prompt list I made

Word Count: 3,297

Author’s Note: wow smutty. wow i can’t believe i managed this. tag list at the bottom!! i love you guys :)

The days pass in a blur. One by one, they become the shadow of the present, the days no longer as vivid and fresh as they were exactly once. One day becomes two, two becomes a week, a week becomes a month, and a month becomes a year. And the years, they pass by faster and faster with each revolution around the Sun.

It’s upsetting, really. To grow old. To know that one day, you’re going to die. That one day, you will cease to exist. That your mind, your soul - that fragile, beautiful, thoughtful thing will cease to be. Because they have to be connected. Or maybe that’s just what our small, irrelevant minds are telling us in order to keep us from fearing death.

A part of you will always live on, they say. Only if you live life on your own terms, the way you want it, though most of us hardly ever do.

At least that’s what I was thinking when my birthday rolled around. It was a secret. A secret no one but Karl and I knew.

I wasn’t going to celebrate it. I don't believe in them. There’s no point in milestones if the end result is the same.

August 20th, 2017

The Eater of Worlds versus the Demon King.

My favorite kind of match. Supernaturally fueled, it was the best story of the night, in theory.

One man believed himself a god, and the other had the body of one.

Okay, I’m kidding.

One man believed himself a god and he wanted to provoke the only other being in the WWE who stood even close to what he thought of himself.

The God versus the Devil, you could say.

In reality, it was reversed.

Bray was the devil and Finn was the god.

We all know how that match turned out.

When Finn came back through the curtain, his entire body was coated in a gleaming, dripping sweat. The paint from around his ears had been messed with, but I was pleased to see the rest of it still caked on his shoulders and torso. It had been more than a year since the last time he wore the paint, and it was the first time I’d experience it since we met. I was determined to help him out of it.

But it wasn’t time yet.

I sat in the back, waiting. Everyone from R-Truth to Elias to Roman was backstage congratulating him and Bray on a job well done. He received a dozen claps on the back, to my dismay. I really, really wanted to see him in as close to full demon paint as I could, and every pat on the back had me giving sharp intakes of breath, waiting for their hands to pull back and catch the black, red, and white paint leaving his skin and depositing itself on their hands.

It was all for naught, though. It seemed that paint would never come off, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

His shadow loomed over me as I sat there, thinking about him.

“Watcha thinkin’ about, love?” He said as he held his hand out for me. I stared at the paint along his body, small bits cracking at the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles. My hand found its way to his navel, rubbing a circle around it.

“You,” I said bluntly, as I seemed to lack the gift of lying my ass off.

He chuckled, pulling me in for a kiss. It was sweaty, and sloppy, and gross. But I loved it all the same. There was something about the confidence with which he kissed me, the way he didn’t seem to care if anyone was watching. It was enough to drive a girl stark raving mad.

His voice dropped low and sensual as my arms tangled themselves at the back of his neck, his own hands finding their place at my hips when my top rose up. “What about me?”

Mouth gently on his ear, I channeled my inner confidence and nibbled at his earlobe, completely aware of how many people were still within a twelve foot radius. “About how sexy you look as the demon and that I can’t wait to help you scrub it all off.”

His mouth twisted into a lustful grin as he pulled our bodies closer together, my hips grinding into his. He kissed me, and as the kiss deepened I could feel his dick going hard at the thought of what I’d said. “Let’s go home, before I do something inappropriate to you in front of everyone, babe.”

“Excuse you?” came the sound of Karl’s voice from behind Finn. “I thought I was babe, not her. And the only inappropriate things being done right now are by me,” he said as he slapped Finn on the ass. A look down at Finn’s crotch made Karl grin, but he made no comment.

I glowered at Karl, mustering up my inner demons as best I could. He completely ignored me, choosing instead to pinch Finn’s side in front of me, making me angrier than I already was.

“Whaaat?” He toyed with me, clapping Finn on the back. “I just want to congratulate Bubba here on a damn good match.”

“Thanks, babe,” Finn beamed at him. Because of course he beamed at him. Karl stuck his tongue out at me, and my eyes narrowed further.

“No problem, Bubba, you know I love watchin’ you wrassle.” Karl winked, making Finn nearly drop to his knees in laughter. I rolled my eyes.

“Finn,” I pouted, arms crossing in front of me in irritation, “let’s go home.” All this talk and no play was making me impatient.

“You’re right, love, it’s late. I’ve made ya wait for me here long enough. See ya tomorrow, babe?” He turned to Karl, who nodded vigorously.

“‘Course ya will.”

As I stepped a few paces away to grab Finn’s things, I noticed Karl pulled him away, whispering something low in his ear. Finn nodded, and said goodbye to his friend with a too sweet. Karl looked back at me, smile wide. “See ya, girl!”

“Fuck you, Karl.”

“If we can make it a threesome with Bubba, sure.”

Finn keeled over laughing the entire way out of the Barclays Center.

My mood changed completely once we were alone. I was happy to have him with no one there to bother us. We got out of the taxi, bags in hand, Finn paying the cab driver and me fumbling with my keys to his small but cozy house in the city, crammed against the other various brownstones along the city block.

The door opened with a loud click, revealing Finn’s gorgeous little home that honestly always made me stand there breathless. How a man like that could have the interior decorating skills of an eighty-five year old grandmother, I’ll never know. But it was warm, beautiful, and cozy, and that was all right with me.

Not moments after the two of us entered his home, Finn had me pinned to the wall.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this, Finn,” I gasped, struggling to even breathe as his hands pulled down at my black camisole and his mouth planted itself on my nipple and began to suck on it.

“You’re not the only one, love,” his gravelly voice spoke between breaths of air, head leaning to the side to exhibit to me his sloppy tongue suckling at my breast like a dog’s. My hand found itself entangled his hair, pulling him back so I could gaze into his baby blues that had dilated nearly black in longing. Fuck, he was so hot. He knew how much it turned me on, watching his tongue flick back and forth. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs more and more with each passing second.

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice doing its best to be in control, to be the dominating one. “Prove it.”

“Ask and ye shall receive,” he replied, his other hand dropping my top lower, spaghetti strap forcefully being pulled down my arm, giving my (up until now) ignored breast a squeeze. I tried to bite back my yelp of pain and pleasure, honest. But he was just too damn much for me.

“Not so feral now, are ya, macushla?”

“Fuck, Balor, you know I love it when you speak Irish to me,” I growled, nipping fiercely at his earlobe as I had earlier in the night. He grunted, peeling me off the wall, his strong biceps carrying me towards the living room.

He turned on the dim lamp, the lamp coating the room in a hazy glow, perfect for the act of ferocious lust fulfillment. Or lovemaking, if it’s what you prefer. He lay me down longways, and my legs instantly began to shuffle in insecurity, pulling off my jeans quickly, my legs then clamping together to hide my indecent wetness, and I looked up at the beautiful Adonis of a man I had the great pleasure (and luck) of calling my boyfriend.

“No need fer all that, love.” Finn pushed the throw pillows off the couch, leaving one good one to slide beneath my head, and the rest of them fell to the ground with soft, muffled pats. Tentatively, he dropped to his knees on the couch, tortuously edging my thunderous thighs open with the touch of his fingers. His head dipped forward no longer being denied entrance, but not before I caught the rude, smirk of a smile dancing on his lips.

I was about to call him out on it, “What’s the smile f-” when I let out a surprised gasp as his tongue slid in between my folds. Below me, I could feel the shuddering warm breath of a man who was giving his all for me to experience due pleasure, and my nipples hardened at the sensation. His tongue continued to ravage me, up and down and all the directions in between, never flicking the same way twice, which drove me absolutely fucking crazy.

“Fuck, Finn,” I mewled, “do it to me again, just like that.” One hand in his hair and one hand squeezing my own breast for the fuck of it, my body was gradually nearing its climax. I could hear his grunts and moans as he listened to the dirty words that escaped my lips. “Damn you, Balor, my pussy’s gonna be raw before you even fill me with your dick.”

He palmed my belly, shooting down any strength I had to lift my hips closer to his masterful tongue. With one thumb, he circled his way around my clit, teasing me so excruciatingly that I swore I saw red for a moment. His tongue slipped out of me, and his body extended so that he was now looming over me, his mouth dipping down to catch mine, the taste of my juices strong and present on his tongue as he searched for mine.

“You really shouldn’t have said that before I got you off,” he said, “because now I’m not lettin’ you till you feel every fuckin’ inch o’ me.” Still in his black gear, it was easy to see that he wasn’t joking - I was gonna have to hold every damn inch of him. But I damn sure wasn’t going to regret what I said. He ground his clothed cock against my soaking folds, and I knew then he’d have to get new ring gear for Raw the next night.

My hands wrapped around him, nails grazing the painted skin on his back, and I enjoyed the hiss that ran between his teeth. Anything to turn him on. He was just like me, two sides of a coin. While the whole world saw him as this cute, adorable Irishman that loved to play with his legos and cuddle with his giraffe plushies, that darker part of him was only noticeable in glimpses in the ring. Those piercing blue eyes that stared right at the camera, mouth agape, tongue running across his lips, making any man or woman question their sexuality. He knew what he did to them, I know he did. But that was nothing compared to the way he acted when we were alone. The real demon loved to come out and frolic, and my body was his playground.

He ground into me, not at all bothering to rid himself of the fabric that parted us. A delicate, strong hand wrapped its fingers around my throat. Clawing all the way down his back, my hands came back around to thumb at his ripped torso. My nails were black as night, and it turned me on to know his back was going to be as red as my neck would be purple in the morning.

Finn looked at me with his darkened eyes, deep as the ocean and just as terrifying as a stormy sea. His own hands dropped to thumb at my hips, head dipping down to steal another kiss from me that I could feel made him rock hard and my pussy even slicker. “Think it’s time fer you to wash me off, mo rúnsearc.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, wrapping my legs about his waist as he picked me up and carried me up the stairs in his arms. I reveled in the feeling of them, smooth to the touch but hard to the bone. God, they felt so good wrapped around my body, the warmth of him seeping into me, drowning me in a soft burning flame of heat.

The echoes of his feet on the bathroom tile rang through my ears, and he dropped me on the edge of the large, bronze bathtub. He slid open the door of the glass shower, turning the dial. As the shower slowly filled the bathroom with steam, he dropped to his knees in front of me, hands gripping my thighs. I could swear the edge of the tub beneath my ass was already wet with anticipation.

He nipped open my legs, and began to lick a trail from the top of my slit to my breasts, hands kneading my nipples, hardening them again. My head dipped back, neck revealing itself to his broad palm. My breathing became ragged as I lost myself in the feeling of his tongue swirling circles around my breasts, senses heightening to a feeling of euphoria, the kind you feel right before a climax of amazing proportions.

And just as it began, it faded just as quickly as I realized Finn’s devilish tongue was no longer on my body. Instead, the whole of him had fully undressed, and I caught the glimpse of his perfectly peachy ass disappearing into the steaming shower without me.

“Wait,” I called breathlessly, annoyed and aroused all at once. I shut the glass door behind me, walking a few small paces before I bumped into his ass. Without thinking, I slapped it, the sound echoing off the glass, and I giggled mercilessly.

His growl reached me half a second before his hands had mine pinned to the glass, teeth biting at my neck before I could even get my apology in. It was a harsh, pleasurable pain that I could live with, but I winced all the same as a whimper escaped from my lips.

“We’ll see who’s laughin’ now, lass,” he grunted, his rock hard erection now filling me, my walls tightening against him. Without another moment’s notice, he wrapped my legs around his waist and began to thrust into me, helping me bounce on his lengthy cock, the feeling sending small waves of pleasure already with each thrust.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my legs already losing their grip on him, and my arms wrapped around his body, scratching him thoroughly once more to hold on to him with every last ounce of strength I could muster. “Finn, that feels so good, babe.”

“Ya like that?” he whispered, voice hoarse and coated with lust. “Ya like me balls deep inside you?” Another quick succession of jack hammering thrusts.

“Fuck, yes, Finn, oh, fuck,” I screamed, one of my hands clenching around his throat, and I could feel his Adam's apple bobbing beneath it. His eyes looked up at mine, shadowed in painted darkness running down his body, eyes piercingly blue. He liked my hand around his throat, and I wasn't about to let him have all the fun.

His head dipped down, teeth clamping down on my nipple, and a shot of pain and pleasure coursed through me, the pleasure merging with the ecstasy of his cock rubbing at that one, delicate, euphoric spot.

“Macushla,” he growled, “I can feel it.” And I could feel it, too, every cell in my body could feel it as he pounded into me, rougher and faster, his balls slapping at my entrance. My tongue drew a trail at his ear as I begged him to come inside me.

“Come on, baby,” I moaned whorishly. “Fucking pound me, oh, Christ,” and then I was coming, my walls clenching tighter around his lengthy cock as he continued to jackhammer into me, my body trembling in wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure.

“Shit, love, I - oh, fuck,” he cried, his cum shooting deep inside me, timed perfectly with my own spasming walls. His biceps embraced me tightly, making sure not to drop me before the waves of our lust subsided.

He sat down on the bench, me still on top of him, chests heaving as we tried our best to ease our breathing. I ducked my head, nuzzling at his nose, and I caught the brief glimpse of his smile. I reached behind his head for the body wash, content now to drip it on his shoulders, his torso, his powerful legs. I grabbed the loofa I insisted on buying, using it to lather the gel into foam, watching the black paint that still remained disappearing beneath it.

I was careful not to get any in his eyes, washing and rinsing all the way around his face, pecking small kisses across his cheeks. It seemed the demon was now careful locked away, because a bright eyed Finn glanced up at me, smiling gingerly, almost sad - melancholy, you could say.

My eyebrows furrowed, hands clasping at his jawline. “What is it, Finn?”

It took him a second to answer. “Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?”

My breath left my body, a sense of panic overtaking me. So Karl had told him after all.

I busied myself with rinsing off the body wash, not bothering to look him in his truth-seeking eyes. “Birthdays are just like any other day. They don’t mean anything.”

He looked up at the ceiling, allowing me to scrub at his neck. With a sigh, “Yours means something to me, love.”

“Why?” I inquired softly.

“I find the anniversary of your birth quite important, mo rúnsearc. If you hadn't been born, I would never have met you.” He lifted my chin. “And that would be a very sad thing indeed.”

He kissed me. It was different from all the others we’d shared throughout the night. It was potent, passionate, all-consuming. As if he was trying to show me with all of his being how he felt about me, how important I was to him. Every fiber of my being seemed to respond, connecting to him, molding into him. And that’s when it hit me. This is what it felt like, to be alive.

I pulled away first, unafraid to look into his eyes, fingers scratching gingerly at his scalp. “I don’t want to forget this night, Finn.”

“Good,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around me. “Then I’ve done my duty.”

Last Note: ‘macushla’, irish slang for ‘mo cuishle’, meaning “my pulse”, or something similar, basically a term of endearment. ‘mo rúnsearc’, meaning “my secret”, a term used for a lover. forgive me if I didn’t use them correctly, and to those who know how to use them, i’d be down to have you explain it, as long as you’re not mean (:

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[anonymous-wolf22]

Survey 3

Reblog | Bold what applies to you;

You have a lava lamp in your room. You like dreamcatchers. You have a flower tattoo. You are allergic to pollen. You were born in November. You love hiking in the woods. Your ideal vacation spot is a big city. You own a Snuggie. You were a huge fan of a celebrity when you were twelve. You’ve gotten lost in a big city. You don’t mind sleeping on the floor. You wish you had more money so you could do more shopping. At times you are are lazy. You are a target for bullies. You love music. You have a food allergy. You sing in the shower. You’ve held a baby. You’ve been to a baby shower. You’ve had an embarrassing moment at a school dance. You’ve passed notes in class and gotten caught. You’ve got a grass stain. You own or once owned plaid shorts. You own a button-up plaid shirt. You own skinny jeans. You own sunglasses. You’ve played a tambourine in church. You’ve danced in church. You don’t like mushrooms. You’ve seen a Broadway show. You have natural blonde hair. You have red hair. You know someone with red hair. You have freckles. You’ve had crutches. You’ve had to wear a cast before. You liked playing with scooters in gym class. You own a flip phone. You dislike texting and prefer people would just call you. You like talking in person better than on the phone. ..but you enjoy talking on the phone, too. There is someone in your life that you would like to get to know more. You’ve been keeping a secret, and you would like to tell it. You have a friend who’s just like you whom you love dearly. You’ve made a lot of mistakes that you wish you could undo. You live in an apartment. You have a basement. You own a telescope. You’ve looked through a telescope at night. You’ve seen an eclipse. You’ve seen a shooting star. You enjoy public speaking. …even though you feel nervous before making a speech. You find holding your breath to be a good cure for hiccups. You’ve been told you look like a certain celebrity. You feel like you could have chosen to be gay, but didn’t. You have curly hair. You wish your eyes were a different color. You’ve been told that you should model. You’ve burnt popcorn. There is something on your heart right now. You have an overdue library book. You can’t find your library card right now. You don’t care what your car looks like; you just want something that runs. You’re allergic to pet dander. You’re allergic to dust. You enjoy parades. You enjoy dressing up in costume. You have a younger brother or sister. You’re an only child. You are/were homeschooled. You like coffee shops. You like worship music. You believe in the supernatural. You enjoy church. You believe there is more to life than what we see and know. You love to worship. You feel a sense of calm when looking at the moon. You’ve been on a missions trip. You love someone. You like paisleys. You’ve driven a tractor. You can write in cursive. You’ve written in calligraphy. You can tap dance. You have a food sensitivity. You have a food intolerance. You believe in a higher power. You’re tired. You like taking selfies.

01. I believe in luck. 02. I believe in horoscopes and fortunes, too. 03. I’m fairly superstitious. 04. I’m feeling quite lucky right now. 05. I love entering raffles. 06. I love the song “Last Chance To Lose Your Keys” by Brand New. 07. I’ve never dyed my hair. 08. I use temporary dye all the time. 09. I have made a party cracker before. 10. I like to make treat bags for trick or treaters on Halloween. 11. I have a Christmas playlist. 12. I feel really good right now. 13. I don’t use candles as often as I’d like to. 14. I especially love the scented ones. 15. I read the newspaper daily. 16. There is an item of clothing I really want right now. 17. That item is a jacket. 18. I adore Polaroid cameras. 19. I don’t use Bing. 20. My friend’s birthday was this week. 21. I want to go to a party. 22. I’ve been to a Halloween party before. 23. I believe in the symbolism of numbers. 24. I know who Taylor Momsen is. 25. And I think she’s gorgeous. 26. I hate when people copy me. 27. I’ve used oil pastels before. (possibly..) 28. I like using them. 29. I cry basically daily. (in secret) 30. I get frustrated so damn easily. 31. I’ve never had a swiss roll. 32. They look amazing, though. 33. I’ve only been to one concert in my life. 34. I enjoyed it a lot, though. 35. I like messing with HTML coding. 36. I admit, I can be a greedy person at times. 37. I can also be very selfish. 38. I get impatient easily. 39. I actually enjoy greasy pizza. 40. At my high school, you only have/had to be a junior to leave campus for lunch. 41. I adore typewriter fonts. 42. I’ve been to a dermatologist before. 43. I feel achey right now. 44. I like to be solids more than stripes in pool. 45. I currently need new earphones. 46. I prefer earbuds. 47. I take antacids often. 48. I usually have a spare hair tie around my wrist. 49. I weigh less now than I did at this time last year. 50. I’ve seen how my favorite celebrity looked as a baby.

You’re a chick. You’re a girl’s girl, as well as a guy’s girl. You’re a freshman in college. You can’t decide if you love it or fucking hate it. You are obsessed with weight loss. You have sleeping problems. You miss someone, a lot more than you like to admit. You get along with people easily. You have a lot of secrets. You like books about murder and drug addicts. You drink soda like water. You secretly listen to country. Your shoulders are sore. You’re extremely self destructive. You take vitamins and fish oils. You always have one headphone in. And it annoys the shit out of people. Your hands are freezing. Your room mate thinks you’re a little weird. You’re blonde, but you don’t wanna be. You used to love your body, but now you despise it. You love to dance. You’ve never had any really good relationships. You hate dates. You hate your parents, but not really. You feel sick right now. You’ve drank about 4 liters of water in the past 10 minutes. You drink too much. You smoke too much. You are a vegetarian, sort of. Ha You’re a closet romantic. You can’t sleep, and you don’t know why. You have a thousand things on your mind. You’re spinning out of control. You’re undeclared. Your clothes are weird. You really need to do your nails. You love your sister more than yourself. You smoke a lot of cigarettes. You’re kind of a burn out. You’re very creative, but don’t know how to channel it. You miss the past more than you should. You’re very independent. You have major trust issues. You have anti depressants, but you don’t take them. You adore cheesecake. You wear dark eye makeup for some reason. People don’t take you seriously, and you like it that way. You have a lot of scars. You’ve lied about some pretty big things. You’re kind of a horrible person. You hate skype, but have one anyway. You edit all your pictures. You live for your cigs, chipotle and sitcoms. You go to weheartit.com a billion times a day. You have a secret blog. Hahaaa. You’re extremely insecure, but you’d never show it. You like to make other people happy. Christmas freaks you out. You had a major emo phase. You have no real goals in life. You miss your best friends. You miss your brothers. You miss not counting calories. You miss sleeping. You love watching the stupid news fluff pieces. Your favorite Kardashian is Kourtney because she has no feelings. You like guys who you know will always let you down. You like guys who have issues and addictions. You have daddy issues. You have mommy issues. You have a lot of issues. You don’t know what to say to therapists. You don’t know what to say in general. Your shoulders are really starting to hurt. You’re hungry, but you’re not gonna eat for a while. You love being alone, and hate it at the same time. You’ve had over 10 hamsters. You feel very insignificant and small in this giant world. Ocean water scares you. But you jump in anyway. You always forget to call back. You’ll always sort of be in love with someone from your past. When you get mad, you start yelling and use your hands a lot. You’re not very attractive without makeup. If you met yourself, you think you’d hate yourself. You like older men (ex. George Clooney) You regret eating so much last night. Your neck is in an extremely uncomfortable position. You have very pale skin. You have a very intense stare. You’re basically fuckin blind. You say fuckin a lot. You hate your smile. You spend way too much time thinking. You like weed cuz it makes you numb. you like alcohol cuz it makes you retarded. Alcoholism and drug addiction runs in your family. You do drugs. You come from a very dysfunctional family. You love going on walks. You don’t know how to get through the rest of this week. You love writing songs lyrics and poems. Your computer is making weird noises and you don’t know why. You’re scared no one will ever want to marry you. You don’t even support marriages, but it still scares you. You fucking love chipotle. You like spazzing out to dubstep. You’d never show anyone your art work. You’ve quit everything you’ve tried. You have had a lot of fucking fun. You’ve been really really heartbroken. You’ve gradually become very sarcastic and fierce. You’re scared. You’re exhausted.

[may85]

For Negan Smut Week January 2017!

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: Biker Negan! Plot, SMUT, SMUT and more SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

I could never understand why he was so interested in me. I mean, I wasn’t anyone special.

I was the manager at Torrid, a plus size store in the mall. I worked my hours and would go home and take care of things there.

Wash and repeat.

The man I speak of is Negan Smith, the President of The Saviors MC. Once the best coach at the local high school, he now ran the clubhouse, which was dubbed The Sanctuary.

He had power… he had wealth… the women on his arms and at his beck and call… So what in the hell could he possibly see in me? °°°°°° Coffee in hand, I walked into Torrid, greeting my coworker, Janet. She looked to her right, quickly waving me over.

Shit. I hadn’t even clocked in and trouble was brewing.

“Yes, Janet?”

“Umm, Negan’s here to see you.” She said, hesitantly.

I sighed, my shoulders dropping.

“Just… I don’t know… make sure the window displays are clean.”

She nodded, scurrying away to do her job.

As I walked to my office, I made the mistake of looking over in Negan’s direction.

He was standing at a rack, looking at some lingerie, his eyebrows raised as he found something interesting.

When he finally looked over in my direction, I tried to make it to the back but he called out to me.

“Y/N!”

“Goddamnit,” I cursed under my breath, then faced him.

“What Negan?”

“Aww c'mon now Doll. Is that any way to greet your favorite man?” He teased, his smile wide with seduction as he neared me.

I rubbed my forehead, “Negan, I’ve got work to do, so if you don’t mind…”

I turned, going through the small hallway and into the office. I didn’t expect Negan to follow me.

“Come have dinner with me.”

I groaned, putting my coffee down on my desk, “No,”

“Why?”

Jesus, was he trying to piss me off today?

“Because Negan!” I sighed, frustrated.

He sauntered into the office, closing the door behind him.

My behind was propped up on the desk, my feet crossed at the ankles. With my arms folded underneath my generous breasts, I kept a close eye on him.

“Because isn’t an answer, baby doll.”

I could feel my insecurities bubbling over, making me down right ill.

“Why me, Negan? I mean, do you enjoy coming in here and making fun of me?”

At my comment, I could see the anger beneath his suave exterior.

“You think I’m fuckin’ makin’ fun of you?”

I looked at my feet, nodding.

I heard him kiss his teeth, then move closer to me, the heat coming off of him in waves from his leather jacket.

He cupped my chin, raising it so I’d look at him, “Do you think so low of yourself? Can you not see your fuckin’ worth, woman?”

I jerked my chin from his grasp, “I see the women that you are with Negan! Skinny, little bitties that just love to make fun of someone like myself at every chance they get.”

His eyes hardened, but I wasn’t done yet.

“I’m not stupid. I’ve heard their comments as they’ve walked passed me. I’ve always told myself that I wouldn’t be the ass of anyone’s joke and I’m telling you right now, Negan, that I’m not about to start!” My chest heaved as I got off my soap box.

“Are we fuckin’ finished yet, Doll?” He asked, softly.

I clicked my tounge, feeling the tears burn my eyes, “Yeah,”

“Good. I want you to listen,” he pushed me back so that I was sitting on the edge of the desk, “and I want you to listen real fuckin’ good. I’m not one to beg so this will be the final fuckin’ time I bring this up.”

I gripped the edge of the desk, my legs opening as he stood between them.

“Have dinner with me, tonight. If you feel uncomfortable, then I’ll take you home. I don’t force any woman.”

I sniffled, “But you sure are persistent.”

Again he took hold of chin, “When I see a beautiful woman, you’re damn fuckin’ right, baby.”

He was so close to me… just an inch or two more and we would’ve been kissing.

“Now, will you have dinner with me?” He asked, his thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.

I admit that I wanted to give in, to live a little. It would be nice to be cared for even if it was just one night.

I licked my lips, sighing, “Yes,”

Negan smiled slowly, his white teeth gleaming, “That’s it baby… you won’t fuckin’ regret it.” °°°°°° Negan had left my office shortly after I said yes, surprising me because he didn’t even try to kiss me.

After I had gained my composure, I went out onto the floor to do inventory. Negan was still there however, winking at me when ever we were in each others view.

Once my back was turned, he’d gone to the register, buying whatever for whomever, then leaving without a goodbye.

Later on that day, while I was on lunch, the VP of The Saviors, Simon stopped by along with Prospect Fat Joey.

Simon held a girly, pink bag and I couldn’t just let him get away without picking on him.

“Ya know, that color really brings out your eyes.”

He held the bag up for a second, looked at it, then surprised the hell out of me, “Really? I thought purple was more my color.”

I busted out laughing.

Simon chuckled, placing the bag on my desk, “Prez says to wear this if you want. I’ll be by to pick you up at 8.”

I scratched my head, “I can find The Sanctuary just fine, Simon.”

“Negan’s orders. Just for once, don’t fight him or me on this.” He sighed.

I rolled my eyes, “Fine.”

Simon smiled, leaving with a wave. °°°°°° I wasn’t one for dresses all that often, but Negan did have some great taste.

He picked out a gorgeous black bodycon dress. It was modest, but showed just the right amount of cleavage to where I wasn’t uncomfortable.

He even had a matching black and blue lace bra and panty set in the bag.

Jesus, I hope Simon didn’t snoop.

After applying my barely there makeup, I had to take a second. I almost didn’t look like me.

Of course I still had the same face, but there was a difference… dare I say a happy gleam in my eyes?

I smiled at my reflection and was blown away by how carefree I looked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

A knock on the door, brought me back to the here and now. Fat Joey stood there, looking bored as ever eatting a Twinkie.

I grabbed my clutch and over noght bag, locking the door behind me.

Simon sat in the driver seat of an SUV, watching as I approached and got in.

“Smooth sailing from here on out.”

When we pulled up to the clubhouse, I noticed a bunch of bikes lined up and music so loud that it made the vehicle vibrate.

Simon let me out, walking me to the door and opening it.

The smell of cigarette smoke, cheap perfume and alcohol assaulted my nose as I was led through the fog of smoke.

I heard Negan before I had seen him, his laugh booming at some racy joke that one of the guys told him.

“Well if it isn’t my fine fuckin’ ass date!” He cheered, holding his arms out.

The women nearby rolled their eyes, leaning over to whisper to one another.

I wasn’t going to let them get to me. Tonight, no one else existed but Negan and I.

As I approached Negan, he leaned back slightly so he could be face to face with me, “Hey baby.”

Oh God… his voice was so deep, just oozing with lust as he greeted me.

I rubbed my hands on the sides of my thighs out of nervousness, blushing, “Hey Negan.”

He chuckled, licking his lips, “Goin’ to give me a kiss?”

I looked over his shoulder, seeing his buddies and the women, watching us.

Negan moved his head into my view, eyebrows raised.

Giving a short nod, I tipped my head up, my lips barely grazing his. At first taste, I heard Negan growl. Using his chin, he gently jutted it forward, deeping our kiss.

The men clapped and cheered, only to get louder as Negan gripped handfuls of my ass.

“Hmm mmm! Now that is what I’m talkin’ about!” He boasted as he pulled back from the kiss.

Giving my behind a pat, he wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to his group.

I stayed quiet mostly, sipping on his drink when he offered it to me.

Simon came over, whispering something in Negan’s ear. The jovial, lusted look left his eyes briefly, but it returned slightly when he looked at me.

“Need to take care of some shit, baby. Seems like Lucille has a date tonight as well.”

My eyes bugged. Everyone who lived in and around town knew who and what Lucille was. Some serious shit was about to go down.

Negan, although already in my personal space, leaned in even closer, “Keep that fine ass right here, am I clear?”

I swallowed, nervous for the poor bastard that was going to meet Lucille.

“Crystal.” I nodded.

Negan lifted his arm, signaling the others to get a move on. °°°°°° Most of the party died down considerably, leaving only the women and hang arounds.

It wasn’t long until I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The sounds of cheap high heels clicked and clacked against the concret floor.

I sighed, really not wanting to do this tonight.

“You think you have him hooked, don’t you?”

I cringed at the nasally voice and the multiple gum popping.

“Hey, she’s talkin’ to you, bitch!”

Rolling my eyes, I got off the stool and faced the group.

Four women stood in a semi circle, their arms folded and scowling at me.

I said nothing as I stood there, waiting.

When one reached out and pushed my arm, I smacked it away and growled, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

Another walked forward, “Why? What are you gonna do?”

“Not a damn thing.”

“Stupid bitch thinks she can rub up all on our Negan?”

I heard the men come back in, but they kept quiet, watching the scene unfold.

The same girl that pushed me, reached out to do it again. Before she could get her lick in, I gave her a right hook, sending her down to the ground hard.

A collective gasp came from the girls. One of them growled and charged at me. When she got close enough, I grabbed the back of her neck and slammed her face into the bar.

I could hear the rip of the mesh fabric from my dress and Negan yell, “Enough!”

The girl stopped, her bony fingers letting go of my dress.

“But Negan-”

“But fuckin’ nothin’! I leave for thirty goddamn minutes and this is the shit that I come back to!?”

She trembled in fear, backing away.

“I’m shutting this shit down right now!” Taking Lucille, he pointed at her, “Get your friends here off the floor and out of my fuckin’ clubhouse.”

She stood there, trying to stutter out an excuse.

“MOVE!”

Scrambling to get their behinds out of Negan’s sight proved to be difficult for them as they tripped over their feet.

Negan put his chin on my shoulder, “I’m about eighty percent more into you now.”

I rolled my eyes, but at least my tone held humor, “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.”

“C'mon, let’s go. I want this shit cleaned up, now!” °°°°°° With Negan’s hands rarely leaving my body as we went to his loft, which was connected to the clubhouse; I was finding it very difficult to hold up the top of my dress with shaky hands.

“Had your bag brought up to my room. Sorry about your dress, baby. It looked fuckin’ amazing on you.”

“Thank you.” I said, quietly.

Once inside, Negan escorted me to his bedroom. On his bed was my small overnight backpack.

He leaned against the door jam, biting his bottom lip while watching me, “Don’t mind me, Doll.”

“Turn around you perv,” I laughed.

He did so, thankfully and began to hum. I quickly changed into a purple teddy; just a little something extra that I had picked up for him.

“Okay,” Sighing, I waited for his reaction.

Negan turned, looking me up from my bare, freshly shaven legs, to the skimpy teddy and finally meeting my eyes.

Shaking his head, he bit down on the inside of his bottom lip, “Mmm, I like.”

He slowly stalked over to me, rubbing his chin, “Now you see; Here I thought you were just some shy ol’ manager, but holy shit baby! You’re one hell of a minx!”

He walked around me, close enough that I could feel the warm leather caress my skin.

“I really wanna know, Y/N,”

“Know what?” I asked when he paused.

He leaned close to my ear, “Can I open this fuckin’ gorgeous gift?”

Two long fingers pinched the end of the bow that held the front together, ready to pull at any moment.

I gulped, weighing my options; was I really going to sleep with the President of The Saviors? Give myself over to the one man who I knew could break me?

“Just say the word, baby,” Negan whispered, his tounge sneaking out to gently flick my ear lobe.

Yes, yes the fuck I was going to give myself to this son of a bitch.

“Yes,” I moaned, falling back into his arms.

Negan chuckled darkly, the sound making me even wetter.

Without warning, I spun around, and pushed Negan back up against the wall. He grunted, his smile down right carnal.

Looking into his eyes, I undressed him, being mindful of his leather jacket and cut, which I placed neatly on the chair near the dresser.

I took off his shirt, throwing it to the side, running my hands down his hair covered torso.

When he reached out to undress me, I slapped at his hands.

“Hmmmm, that the fuckin’ game we’re playin’ tonight, baby?”

I licked my lips, sinking down to my knees as I finally got his pants undone. His length sprang free, bouncing gently.

Grasping it at the base, I held him steady as I licked the under side of his cock.

Negan hissed, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared down at me.

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around him, taking him as deep as I could without gaging.

I looked up at him through my lashes, happy to see him rendered speechless for once.

Negan’s chest heaved as I hummed softly. His legs began to shake slightly when I twirled my tounge over the sensitive head of his shaft, lapping up the pre-cum.

“Jesus, I knew those fuckin’ lips would be amazing.” He groaned.

I pumped my hand up and down slowly as I smiled up at him, then took the head back in my mouth.

He threw his head back, the cords in his neck standing out as I sucked lightly.

“Goddman,” he moaned, gripping my hair in both hands.

Putting my hands on his thighs, I let him move my head as he slowly fucked my mouth.

“Fuckin’ filthy mouth, but goddamnit it feels fuck awesome,” he spoke, panting.

He pulled back, leaving the helmet of his cock between my lips, “Let me feel that tounge, baby,”

I traced the outline of him, then licked the slit before sucking him more firmly, “Fuck yeah.”

Negan’s dirty talk and the taste of him was becoming too much.

He watched as I slipped my hand into my panties.

Slowly, I ran my fingers in between my wet folds, moaning around the head of his shaft, which in turn had his legs locking up.

“Keep that shit up and I’ll blow my load, baby.”

Cupping my jaw, he pulled his cock from my mouth, it bobbing with a wet plop.

I whined, rubbing my clit.

“Get on that bed,” he demanded gruffly, letting go of my chin and helping me up.

As I turned to walk away, he gripped the hand that I had in between my legs, sucking my fingers into his hot mouth.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

“Hmmm mmm, fuckin’ delicious.”

I walked backwards, pulling him with me.

Negan helped me out of my panties, letting them fall to the floor. He then pulled on the string that held the teddy closed, my breasts finally free from the confinement of the see through lace.

Negan licked his lips, pushing on my shoulders gently, to sit me down, “Lay back for me, Y/N. Need to get the whole view.”

I was self-conscious, but did as he asked.

He hissed, running his hands up my thighs, “Look at that pretty pussy,” his voice was so deep.

“You gonna let me pet it, baby, huh?” He asked, his fingers dangerously close.

“Yes,” I panted.

Negan smiled as he hummed, taking two long fingers and running them on my outter lips, tickling me.

I rolled my hips, needing his touch.

The tips of his fingers gently probed my slit, sinking in at slow pace. He dipped his fingers in my entrance, coating his digits, “Fuckin’ hell. You are absolutely drenched,”

“Negan,” I pouted, propping myself on my elbows so I could watch as he touched me.

“Hmm, you like to look huh? Tell me baby; does it turn you on watching my fingers fuck that pussy?”

Jesus he dirty talk was gonna be the death of me. Well, good sir, two could play that game.

“Negan?”

“What baby?” His smile was cocky.

I reached down, pressing his hand more firmly against me, looking him in the eyes, “I want that thick cock inside me,”

His pupils dilated, the smile slipping from his lips.

I pressed on, rolling my hips against his hand, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name,”

Bending my legs so that they were spread wide and I was able to sit up slightly, I reached for his length, closing my hand around him, my palm rubbing against the head.

Negan’s panting was damn near uncontrollable at this moment; my own pants matching his as he curled his fingers.

He slipped his fingers from me, pulling me closer to the edge, his shaft touching my mound, “Fuckin’ continue,”

He spread my out lips as I took hold of him, rubbing his pre-cum all over my clit.

“I want this cock to tease me,” I groaned, my head falling back.

“Yeah?” He asked, licking his lips, “You gonna show me where you want my cock?”

Rubbing the helmet up and down, getting him nice and lubricated, I finally placed him at my entrance.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned, barely moving his hips as he teased me with the tip.

“How bad do you want it baby?” He pushed in farther, pausing, “Like this?”

I held my torso up, watching as he teased, “Deeper Negan,”

He pulled out, pushing in even slower, “Goddamn this is the best pussy,”

“Deeper,” I mewled.

Again, he pulled back, only leaving the head at my entrance. This time, unable to help himself, he pushed hard, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” We both shouted.

Negan gripped my hips and began picking up pace, watching my breasts bounce with each thrust.

“Fuck, I gotta get a taste, baby.” He moaned, his hips still jack hammering as he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth.

I moaned so loud that it echoed in the bedroom, holding his head to my breast, watching as his tounge flicked over my hard nipple.

He bit lightly, pulling at my breast, letting it fall from his mouth, coated in his saliva,

“Harder, fu-fuck me harder!” I begged.

Negan growled as he bit down more firmly on my breast, his hips slapping against me.

“Negan!” I screamed, coming so hard.

He rubbed my clit, prolonging my orgasm, “Fuck, Y/N!”

His thrusts became harder and erratic as he was about to come. Pulling out, he began to stroke himself furiously, but I couldn’t have him take care of himself.

Sitting up all the way, I held my breasts up, letting his slicked cock, slip in between them.

I braced myself, letting  Negan hold my breasts together as he brought himself to completion.

He grunted loudly as the come spurted from his shaft, coating my breasts in a pearly sheen.

He panted, his cock still nestled in between my breasts, “Jesus, fuck, baby…”

Negan could barely form a compete sentence. As his member softened, he stood back, his steps wobbly.

He went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth and coming back out. His steps were more sure as he got his composure back.

I was sitting up in bed, leaning back slightly on my hands.

He paused, looking at the mess that we had made.

“What?” I asked.

He kissed his teeth, “That is one hell of a picture you set, baby.”

I laughed, not believing my eyes as he began to harden again.

“Round two, already?”

He chuckled, coming over and cleaning me up, “Well, my come all over my fuckin’ favorite tits, sure do get me riled, doll.”

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[c4rlyy]

I'm not even sure if anyone besides me will read this or who follows me on here that I know in real life or whatever but here goes nothing. I deleted all of my social media apps except Tumblr last night. I've been trying to fill a void with hours scrolling through pictures of people I wish I was. Filling an insecure hole in my soul by trying to post attractive pictures of myself to prove my beauty or mouthwatering pictures of my food to prove I can cook or badass drawings and paintings to prove that I'm a good artist. What the fuck am I trying to prove? And to who? To a bunch of media-obsessed and brainwashed teenagers? To people who don't give a fuck about the real me? To people who only seem to like and know the superficial parts of me? I spend so much time and energy being jealous of a girl on the Explore page with a perfect body or of a couple that I know who seems so in love and happy. I spend so much time and energy WISHING and PRAYING that I could be somebody else--somebody with a flat stomach, pretty eyes, flawless skin, thick hair, thin thighs, expensive clothes, attractive and loving boyfriend, normal family, multiple vacations per year, no stress, no worries. I've never accepted myself or my life the way it is. I learned from a very young age that life just isn't fair. My mom used to tell me when I was 8 that "life is a bitch and then you die". My dad, who was supposed to be my mentor and protector of all things bad in the world, lost his loud voice and active body to the shittiest fucking disease in the world when I was 9. From then on, my care free, optimistic, and innocent self turned into someone that I don't even recognize. Social media has made me absolutely hate and pick at every single one of my flaws. My stomach is bloated from birth control and from binge eating when I'm sad. My eyes are a boring brown that don't stand out in a crowd full of bright blue and green eyes. My skin is red and blotchy from years in the sun and countless pimples because I was one of those people cursed with acne. My hair is thin and straight and boring. My thighs are thick as a 7-layer cake and don't fit into a lot of tight pants. My butt has cellulite and stretch marks. I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a guy who accepts me and wants to have deep conversation. Every guy I've ever liked or desired treats me like a piece of trash and tricks me into thinking I'm special- only to have sex with me and dump me like the 5 other girls he's talking to. My family is fucked up beyond repair. My dad died recently and even though I haven't heard his voice or felt his big hugs since I was 9, I still feel lost and empty without his presence. My mom has done her best to be there, but she needs more help than I do. My brothers are all dealing with their own shit. Nobody has ever had time to deal with my problems. I've been out of the state once, never out of the country. It's impossible to talk to anybody without Europe or Hawaii coming to surface, where I get the overwhelming reaction of "What?? That suuuucks so much, I can't even imagine never going to Hawaii. I've been to every island already haha it's so gorgeous". I don't know. I'm just lost I think. I've been a straight A student for as long as I can remember and have held down multiple jobs since I was 15. People say that hard work pays off, but no good luck or opportunities has ever come my way and I've busted my fucking ass off my whole life. My life is so amazing compared to those less fortunate around the world, but when compared to those around me, it's a piece of shit. So, back to social media. It's all a comparison of whose life is the best, who has the best body, who has the sweetest boyfriend, who makes the dopest art, who can make the best meal. I don't want to be up for comparison anymore. I want to just live my life and stop masking my feelings with drugs and social platforms. I'm not going to stop posting selfies or my art or my meals or anything. I'm just going to take a break from the constant pressure to be perfect & accepted. So, today is the first day of my social media and drug hiatus and I just want to see how much I can grow as a person in this upcoming week. Sorry if you read this and think I'm a fuckin nut case but I needed to get all of this off my chest and I can't find my writing journal