Ready To Comply.

Welcome to my Ovary-Busting blog. Dedicated to Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan. None of what's posted is mine unless obviously stated.

[knightinironarmor]

at some point people gotta stop pretending that they care about whether or not tony gets therapy and just admit that they think mentally ill people are an Inconvenience that should be Fixed and if they fall short then they’re a Bad Mentally Ill

so far in the mcu tony is the SINGLE CHARACTER who’s been shown dealing with and trying to make decisions bearing in mind his mental health. he spent six hundred and eleven million dollars on therapeutic research he’s literally traveling the world to get mental help (according to the homecoming novelization that’s why he’s in india) and he has an actual god damn line about trying to break the cycle of abuse his father started and he’s the single fucking earthly avenger actively trying to build a life with people he loves (which by the way?? apparently is Proof of Selfishness, as is the general concept of having self-esteem and confidence in oneself – but only when any of that is even marginally present in the single explicitly mentally ill person that we have in the mcu avengers line-up so far lol how interesting)

like i am SORRY tony’s mental and emotional problems haven’t miraculously gone away even though he’s canonically trying to find healthy ways to cope and live with them hah it’s almost as if that’s the way mental illness works

[fiftynifyshadesofbarnes]

Good morning Stans

Hope everyone is doing well, and hope you're ready for a quick imagine sometime this week 😊

[fiftynifyshadesofbarnes]

Guess who's back

Me. I think it's me

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Part One

pt. 2 of: imagine where shades moans the name of his ex

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Tagged by @doodlebugwriter unofficially to post 6 selfies that I’ve taken this year.

Here’s me, I’m gonna delete this soon probably but just in case y'all wanted to see my face

ANYONE THAT SEES THIS PLEASE PARTICIPATE I WANNA SEE YA PRETTY FACES

😘

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DAMN

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It's my dogs birthday. Happy Birthday you crazy mutt -PS I haven't been active and I'm so sorry but I'll make a come back I swear-

[imagine-ortiz]

REQUEST:

Can you write a cute imagine where happy is babysitting the readers child and the reader comes home to both of them covered in paint or food like pancake batter or something. Thank you I love ur writing

Keep reading

[carlos-juanortiz]

**finally some smut**

Alaina ran to the door as soon as she heard the knock at the front. When she opened it she was greeted with a smile by Carlos, who was carrying a big box and who had a comfy red sweater on. Jonathan walked around the corner from the kitchen. “Welcome! I’ll take those from you.” He says and grabs the box from Carlos and puts presents under the tree. Halle stepped out of the kitchen with a rag on her shoulder. Her eyes lit up when she saw Carlos. “Hey, sweetie!” She says and gives him a giant hug. “How’re you doing?” “I’m good, Halle. It smells great in here. What is that? Turkey?” He asks after pulling away. “Yeah, we gotta get everything ready just before we sleep so everything’s ready to go tomorrow morning.” Alaina walked over and put her arms around Carlos’ waist. “Happy Birthday, baby.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. This entire scene was odd for Alaina. She thought for sure when Jonathan found out about Carlos, he would be furious and not want to see either of them again, and after the shoot-out, she was almost positive that Halle and Jonathan both would have had his ass if they ever saw him again. But, here he was. In her house, arms wrapped around her, calling her baby and kissing her in front of them. When Jonathan and Halle told her if she’s happy, they’re happy, they actually meant it. “Thank you.” Alaina whispers. She leaned in as close as she could to him, heat radiating off of his torso was unreal. - After the eating, laughing and storytelling was over, Halle and Alaina cleaned up the kitchen and table. Jonathan stood and just as Carlos was going to head to the kitchen, Jonathan put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s talk out in the living room.” “Don’t they need help?” Asks Carlos. “They’ll be fine. I want to talk to you.” He says. Carlos nodded and walked out to the couch, sitting close enough to Jonathan but far away for comfort. “What’s up?” Carlos asks, elbows on his knees. Jonathan glanced at the kitchen where Alaina and Halle were, then looked back at Carlos and leaned forward. “You need I be careful with my daughter.” He says sternly. Carlos felt his stomach turning. “Because if she comes home with another bruise, I’m going to fuck you up.” “That wasn’t me, I couldn’t put a hand on he-” “Now I like you, Carlos. You’re a good kid. A little too old for my liking, but Halle and I are giving you another chance to prove to us that you’re really as great for her as you say you are. Do I make myself clear?” Carlos bit his lip and looked at Jonathan. “Yeah… yes, I got it.” “Good.” Alaina and Halle walked into the room and Jonathan’s face lit up. “Well, I’m tired.” Alaina says, Halle nods. She sits next to Carlos and puts her hand on his chest. “We’re gonna head to bed.” Halle says, pulling Jonathan’s hand. Jonathan stood up and they said their good nights. Once they were almost out of the room, Alaina turned to Carlos. “Lets go to bed too.” She says, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips softly. Just then Jonathan walked back into the room. “Yeah, about that. Carlos is sleeping out here in the living room. You, missy, sleep in your bed.” He says. Carlos nodded and pecked her cheek before letting her stand and go to her room. After a while, Alaina fell asleep. And after a while, Carlos couldn’t stop thinking about her. He stood up and carefully walked to Alaina’s room, then closing the door very, very gently. He crept over to her bed and kneeled down, slowly crawling toward her. He slowly removed the sheets and when the brisk air touched her warm skin, she jolted awake. Part of her wanted to scream because she couldn’t see who it was at first. When she realized it was Carlos, she smirked and bit her lip. “What’re you doing in here?” “You really think I can sleep in the other room knowing you’re in here? I haven’t seen you all that often and I need you badly..” he says, “you have to be very quiet.” Carlos almost mouthed. He ran his rough hand along her bare, smooth leg, going between her thighs and opening her legs for him. “Lay back down.” He says. She obeys and lays down on her back, then looks up at him again. He made his way to her and hovered over her body for a second, then pressed his body against hers. His lips finding her neck and leaving hot, opened mouthed kisses on them. Alaina arched her neck so he’d have greater access to it. She let out soft little breathy moans as he sucked at her neck. Carlos’ hands scanned down her body, firmly gripping her at her thighs. “Carlos…” she moans. He was quick to put a hand over her mouth. “Cant be too loud, baby.” He says, licking his lips and going back to her neck, but finding his way to the other side of her neck. “You’re torturing me.” She says, hand on the back of his head. Carlos sat up, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down. “My parents will hear…” Alaina says, not really doing much to stop him. Carlos looks down and smirks. “They won’t unless you let them.” He says and then pulls her undergarments off. When they were off she pressed her legs together, he could tell she was shy. “Come on, open up for daddy.” He says, hands on her knees and encouraging her. “Oh, shut your mouth.” She says and hits him with a pillow. He scrunched up his nose and giggled. “You better stop. You’re in no position to do that.” He whispers, grabbing her shirt and pushing it up, then leaning down and kissing the soft skin of her stomach. It caved in as soon as his lips came into contact with it. He kissed lower and lower and spread her legs wide enough. “Shit.” He growled under his breath as he looked at her. She sat up on her elbows and looked down at him. Carlos placed a kiss on her inner thighs and took small nibbles as he went. “Now, remember what I said about staying quiet.” He whispers and kisses along her slit. His tongue juts out and slowly works between her folds and around her clit. She but her lip as her head fell back. His tongue was so soft and warm. Everything was calm until he began sucking on her clit, she quickly out her hands on the back of his head and let out two sharp moans, Carlos slapped his hand over her mouth as he continued sucking. Her core was aching to be touched, have so,e kind of contact, needing friction. “Baby, please, please, please…” she bit her lip when he sat up and looked at her. “Stay quiet.” He smirked and pulled his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. He was half erect by now but he gripped his cock tightly and began stroking it, then leaned over and kissed Alaina hard. Her hands went to his sides and pulled him down on top of her. “I need you inside of me.” She whimpered in his ear and then eagerly kissed his neck. With a low chuckle from him, he ran the head of his cock across her clit which made her body jolt a bit, then he slowly pressed into her. It was Carlos this time that let out a deep, throaty groan. Alaina gasped and ran her fingernails down his chest. He leaned down and pressed his body against hers, arms resting on either side of her head and his hands pulling her hair slightly as he would thrust. Carlos’ head dropped between his arm and her neck. “Oh fuck.” She whined and took in a sharp breath. Carlos kissed her neck and right behind her ear. He worked his hips in a circular rotation which caused her body to tense up and ache even further. “Baby, harder, please.” “What’s my name?” “Carlos!” She whispers. “Mmmm, what’s my real name?” He asks. Alaina felt a smirk against her skin. “Daddy.” She moans, wrapping her arms around his sides. With that single word, Carlos chuckled and pulled her hair back more to kiss her neck. He thrusted his hips forward faster and harder this time. Alaina bit her lip hard and tried to keep everything inside. Carlos felt her tightening around his cock and her body rocked at an unsteady rhythm. Her breaths became more and more consistent. Seeing her writhing underneath him was enough for him to reach his climax. Alaina came first, then he followed after a few more strokes. He showered her with kisses, her eager lips caught his and she moaned into his mouth. “Hope we didn’t wake them.” Alaina says. Carlos chuckles and kisses her again before putting his clothes back on and heading back to the couch.

[carlos-juanortiz]

**finally, some smut**

Alaina ran to the door as soon as she heard the knock at the front. When she opened it she was greeted with a smile by Carlos, who was carrying a big box and who had a comfy red sweater on. Jonathan walked around the corner from the kitchen. “Welcome! I’ll take those from you.” He says and grabs the box from Carlos and puts presents under the tree. Halle stepped out of the kitchen with a rag on her shoulder. Her eyes lit up when she saw Carlos. “Hey, sweetie!” She says and gives him a giant hug. “How’re you doing?” “I’m good, Halle. It smells great in here. What is that? Turkey?” He asks after pulling away. “Yeah, we gotta get everything ready just before we sleep so everything’s ready to go tomorrow morning.” Alaina walked over and put her arms around Carlos’ waist. “Happy Birthday, baby.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. This entire scene was odd for Alaina. She thought for sure when Jonathan found out about Carlos, he would be furious and not want to see either of them again, and after the shoot-out, she was almost positive that Halle and Jonathan both would have had his ass if they ever saw him again. But, here he was. In her house, arms wrapped around her, calling her baby and kissing her in front of them. When Jonathan and Halle told her if she’s happy, they’re happy, they actually meant it. “Thank you.” Alaina whispers. She leaned in as close as she could to him, heat radiating off of his torso was unreal. - After the eating, laughing and storytelling was over, Halle and Alaina cleaned up the kitchen and table. Jonathan stood and just as Carlos was going to head to the kitchen, Jonathan put a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s talk out in the living room.” “Don’t they need help?” Asks Carlos. “They’ll be fine. I want to talk to you.” He says. Carlos nodded and walked out to the couch, sitting close enough to Jonathan but far away for comfort. “What’s up?” Carlos asks, elbows on his knees. Jonathan glanced at the kitchen where Alaina and Halle were, then looked back at Carlos and leaned forward. “You need I be careful with my daughter.” He says sternly. Carlos felt his stomach turning. “Because if she comes home with another bruise, I’m going to fuck you up.” “That wasn’t me, I couldn’t put a hand on he-” “Now I like you, Carlos. You’re a good kid. A little too old for my liking, but Halle and I are giving you another chance to prove to us that you’re really as great for her as you say you are. Do I make myself clear?” Carlos bit his lip and looked at Jonathan. “Yeah… yes, I got it.” “Good.” Alaina and Halle walked into the room and Jonathan’s face lit up. “Well, I’m tired.” Alaina says, Halle nods. She sits next to Carlos and puts her hand on his chest. “We’re gonna head to bed.” Halle says, pulling Jonathan’s hand. Jonathan stood up and they said their good nights. Once they were almost out of the room, Alaina turned to Carlos. “Lets go to bed too.” She says, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips softly. Just then Jonathan walked back into the room. “Yeah, about that. Carlos is sleeping out here in the living room. You, missy, sleep in your bed.” He says. Carlos nodded and pecked her cheek before letting her stand and go to her room. After a while, Alaina fell asleep. And after a while, Carlos couldn’t stop thinking about her. He stood up and carefully walked to Alaina’s room, then closing the door very, very gently. He crept over to her bed and kneeled down, slowly crawling toward her. He slowly removed the sheets and when the brisk air touched her warm skin, she jolted awake. Part of her wanted to scream because she couldn’t see who it was at first. When she realized it was Carlos, she smirked and bit her lip. “What’re you doing in here?” “You really think I can sleep in the other room knowing you’re in here? I haven’t seen you all that often and I need you badly..” he says, “you have to be very quiet.” Carlos almost mouthed. He ran his rough hand along her bare, smooth leg, going between her thighs and opening her legs for him. “Lay back down.” He says. She obeys and lays down on her back, then looks up at him again. He made his way to her and hovered over her body for a second, then pressed his body against hers. His lips finding her neck and leaving hot, opened mouthed kisses on them. Alaina arched her neck so he’d have greater access to it. She let out soft little breathy moans as he sucked at her neck. Carlos’ hands scanned down her body, firmly gripping her at her thighs. “Carlos…” she moans. He was quick to put a hand over her mouth. “Cant be too loud, baby.” He says, licking his lips and going back to her neck, but finding his way to the other side of her neck. “You’re torturing me.” She says, hand on the back of his head. Carlos sat up, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down. “My parents will hear…” Alaina says, not really doing much to stop him. Carlos looks down and smirks. “They won’t unless you let them.” He says and then pulls her undergarments off. When they were off she pressed her legs together, he could tell she was shy. “Come on, open up for daddy.” He says, hands on her knees and encouraging her. “Oh, shut your mouth.” She says and hits him with a pillow. He scrunched up his nose and giggled. “You better stop. You’re in no position to do that.” He whispers, grabbing her shirt and pushing it up, then leaning down and kissing the soft skin of her stomach. It caved in as soon as his lips came into contact with it. He kissed lower and lower and spread her legs wide enough. “Shit.” He growled under his breath as he looked at her. She sat up on her elbows and looked down at him. Carlos placed a kiss on her inner thighs and took small nibbles as he went. “Now, remember what I said about staying quiet.” He whispers and kisses along her slit. His tongue juts out and slowly works between her folds and around her clit. She but her lip as her head fell back. His tongue was so soft and warm. Everything was calm until he began sucking on her clit, she quickly out her hands on the back of his head and let out two sharp moans, Carlos slapped his hand over her mouth as he continued sucking. Her core was aching to be touched, have so,e kind of contact, needing friction. “Baby, please, please, please…” she bit her lip when he sat up and looked at her. “Stay quiet.” He smirked and pulled his sweatpants down, followed by his boxers. He was half erect by now but he gripped his cock tightly and began stroking it, then leaned over and kissed Alaina hard. Her hands went to his sides and pulled him down on top of her. “I need you inside of me.” She whimpered in his ear and then eagerly kissed his neck. With a low chuckle from him, he ran the head of his cock across her clit which made her body jolt a bit, then he slowly pressed into her. It was Carlos this time that let out a deep, throaty groan. Alaina gasped and ran her fingernails down his chest. He leaned down and pressed his body against hers, arms resting on either side of her head and his hands pulling her hair slightly as he would thrust. Carlos’ head dropped between his arm and her neck. “Oh fuck.” She whined and took in a sharp breath. Carlos kissed her neck and right behind her ear. He worked his hips in a circular rotation which caused her body to tense up and ache even further. “Baby, harder, please.” “What’s my name?” “Carlos!” She whispers. “Mmmm, what’s my real name?” He asks. Alaina felt a smirk against her skin. “Daddy.” She moans, wrapping her arms around his sides. With that single word, Carlos chuckled and pulled her hair back more to kiss her neck. He thrusted his hips forward faster and harder this time. Alaina bit her lip hard and tried to keep everything inside. Carlos felt her tightening around his cock and her body rocked at an unsteady rhythm. Her breaths became more and more consistent. Seeing her writhing underneath him was enough for him to reach his climax. Alaina came first, then he followed after a few more strokes. He showered her with kisses, her eager lips caught his and she moaned into his mouth. “Hope we didn’t wake them.” Alaina says. Carlos chuckles and kisses her again before putting his clothes back on and heading back to the couch.

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REQUEST:

 I always see nervous/shy juice prompts so what I want to see is one where the reader is shy/nervous because she likes juice. One of the guys asks her about it and she tells him and he repeats it back loudly so juice hears and then leaves you two to talk

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 You really weren’t much of a talker at these big Sons parties, it was too loud and obnoxious. What you really preferred was sitting around the dinner table at Clay’s and Gemma’s while eating and telling stories and jokes with everyone. Someone who really seemed to understand you was Juice. The guys loved you but would often times talk over you and the only person that would wait for you to continue talking once you thought no one was listening was that handsome Puerto Rican man across the table.

 Over the course of a few weeks, you started to develop a little crush for him. Not only did he listen to you, but he was quite handsome. Not ruggish like Tig or Jax, but clean and innocent. His brown eyes were something you couldn’t forget. Although he looked like a goof ball, you absolutely loved his fauxhawk with tribal tattoos on either side of his head. There was always something about him that drew you in.

 "Having fun?“ A familiar voice chimed in, interrupting your thoughts if Juice. Turning your head, you saw the blonde, slicked back hair that you couldn’t mistake. 

"Hey, Jax.” You say, grimacing after taking a small sip of your beer. “I’m headed outside. Join me?" 

"Sure, babe.” He says. Once you were outside, you glanced over and saw Juice on his knees with a white t-shirt on, bent over while working on someone’s bike. Your gaze must’ve been longer than you thought because you flinched and snapped out of it when Jax snapped his fingers in front of your face. 

“Hey, sorry. Sorry, I’m just thinking.” You say, cheeks starting to feel a bit hot. Jax smirked and rolled his eyes, “yeah, sure. I saw you checking out Ol Juicy over there.”

 "No I wasn’t.“ You defend.

 "Yeah, you were. Trust me, Gem’s already told me about it." 

"About what?" 

"Your little crush. But thing is, Juice is the last person I’d think you’d like. You two never interact with each other.” He says while pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and grabbing his lighter out of the other. There was no point in hiding it now.

 "Yeah, well, that’s because I don’t want anyone knowing that I like him. I’m too scared to talk to him.“

 "Scared?” He nearly choked on smoke. “You’re scared of THAT guy? Come on, babe. I know you. Once you get talking, you never stop. I have an idea." 

"Jax.” You sternly say. He winked at you, turned around and took one look at Juice before turning around and looking back at you with a devious smirk.

 "What? You said you have a crush on Juice?“ He says obnoxiously loud. Your cheeks began to burn with how much embarrassment flooded your face. Juice glanced over with a cocked eyebrow, slowly standing and dropping the wrench on the blacktop. Jax winked at you and stepped away, Juice taking his place. He walked over with such confidence, something that he’s been getting more of lately. He smirked at you and crossed his arms over his chest. 

"So, I heard a rumor that someone here has a crush on me.” He says, smiling like a goof-ball. 

“Jax is an asshole for that." 

"Wow! She speaks. You know, I haven’t heard you say more than, ‘Hi! I’m Y/N.’ a few months ago.”

 "I don’t talk that much around you.“

 "Why is that?” He takes a step forward. His brown eyes intimidated you so much. You mimic him and take a step backwards, looking down but your back hits the brick wall of the side of the club house.

 "Well, as you know now…“ you trail off, biting your lip. 

"You like me." 

"Yeah… yeah.” “Well, you should’ve said something earlier. The feelings mutual.” He says, tucking in some loose hair behind your ear. “Once I’m finished with this Harley, lets go inside and get a beer.”

 "Deal.“ You say with a wide smile.

[imagine-ortiz]

Juice Ortiz AU

- Before he joined Sons - Living in Queens with his mom - High school Juicy boy - Lots of partying - SMUT - Teenage!Reader x Teenage!Juice - Drama - Maybe turn into a series?

How does that sound?

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Plus some Spanish

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(GIF acted @shadesalvarez )

REQUEST:

10 and 80 with Shades

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

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It was a dark morning, the warm aroma of coffee surrounded you. It was a cold morning in Harlem and with none other than your best friend, Luke Cage. He sat across from you, big coat on with a coffee between his hands, yourself mirroring him. This diner had always been your guys’ spot.

“You look sick.” He says, taking a sip of his coffee. You rub your arms and shiver.

“I gotta admit, the smell of this coffee is making me feel ill.” You say, pushing it away from yourself.

The waitress walked over, bringing you both a big plate of food. You stared at it and bit your lip while Luke thanked her, she walked away.

“You sure you can eat that?” He asks.

You shrug, “I’ll pick at it for now.”

Luke stared at you for a little bit, then he sighed. You look up with a questionable look on your face.

“Does he know about the baby?” He asks, his voice low, even though you were the only people in the diner besides the one waitress and the chef in the back, he didn’t feel the need to say it too loud.

Luke and you had been friends for a few years, you met him straight out of Seagate. At the time, you were struggling with money - needing somewhere to stay. Luke was struggling with the real world now. You two worked together and had been best friends since. Now, even though Luke absolutely hated him, you were with Hernan, Shades. It was going on a year soon. Even though he hated Shades, he couldn’t deny that he treated you right. But Luke knew that if Shades said the wrong thing or laid a hand on you, he’d fuck him up.

You bite your lip harder and stare at the ground. “No, I don’t think now is a good time.”

“Well, you’re going on your third week already. Soon you’ll be poking out. You need to tell him now, Y/N.”

“He’s so busy with business, I just-”

“Stop giving yourself excuses. I’ll drive you back home, you need to tell him. Who knows? Maybe he likes kids. The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

You nod and ask for a box to bring home your food.

Luke brings you home, and you let out a deep sigh when he brings the car to a stop. With your box of food gathered on your lap, you smiled at Luke and he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Call me later, okay?” He asks. You nod and step out of the car. You slowly walked up to the house and opening the door. The sound of Luke’s car driving off scared you, he was your safety net if Shades ever were to hurt you, but you could never see him doing that.

You set the food down on the counter and walked into the bedroom.

There he was, shirtless and laying on his stomach, arms under his pillow. Carefully and quietly you made your way back into bed, your cold hands grazing his back, causing it to arch.

“Babe?” He whispers tiredly.

You took off your coat and shoes and crawled under the sheets.

“Hold me, Hernan, babe.” You whine, fingers scratching at his back.

Hernan turned around, his arm wrapping around you. You were physically shaking in fear. You had always been a strong woman, and your mindset was wise. If a man didn’t want to stick around during a difficult time, you’re better off single. That was up until you met Shades and never, ever wanted to lose him. The thought of losing him and being alone, pregnant with his baby terrified you.

“I need to tell you something…” You trail off when his tired eyes open up. His dark eyebrows furrow together in a worried look. Hernan’s hand went up the back of your shirt and rough fingertips trailed up your back, making your body shiver and warm up to his touch.

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” He whispers, his lips finding your neck and leaving soft kisses randomly at your warm skin.

“I’m pregnant.” You say. The words seemed to burn their way through your mouth, feeling a sickening feeling and your heart drop after Hernan stopped and was quiet for a little too long for comfort.

Everything played out in front of you, it seemed like your life literally flashed before your eyes. He would leave you alone, you’d have to move back in with your parents, or maybe even Luke. Maybe even forced to raise your child yourself because you didn’t think an abortion was right.

“How long?” His voice was so neutral that you couldn’t tell if he was curious or pissed off. The longer you stared in his eyes, the more anxiety and fear built up inside of you.

“I-it’s about three and a half weeks.” Your voice shakes and out of habit, bite your lip really hard.

Hernan studied your face for a long 30 seconds.

“Did you get prenatals?” He asks, his voice still neutral.

You look confused, “excuse me?”

“You know, the vitamins and shit pregnant ladies take.”

“Wait, you’re not upset?”

“Well, it’s not my ideal situation right now but you’re carrying my child, I’m not going to leave you or nothin’.” He says, a smile widening across his face.

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(GIF cred - unknown )

REQUEST:

Can you do a fluffy imagine where the reader is having nightmares and waking up in a scared frenzy so she calls juice but can’t get say much bc she’s sobbing and he goes overs over and comforts her. Thanks you

WARNING: Triggering depression, nightmares, mentions of suicide

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“Get in the goddamn car.” He says, the rims of his eyes red with sadness and regret. Your eyes tear up, hands and body shaking from the anxiety and the coldness of December. “I said get in the fucking car, Y/N!”

Tears fell faster now, you felt weak as you shook your head.

“Sebastian, please don’t do this. Just come inside.” You plead, your arms wrapped around you, too scared to move. You physically and emotionally felt frozen. The cold wrapped around you, squeezing you tighter and tighter until you were drained of all your energy. Sebastian punched the passenger seat, tears were falling down his cheeks rapidly, he was white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“Please… Please don’t leave, Sebastian. I love you.” You whimper, so desperate for him to stay. His jaw tensed and he gave you a hard sigh.

His words calm and cold, “this is your fault.”

Your body jolting upward, you were screaming and crying. Hands went up to your face and you felt cold damn cheeks, figuring you had been sobbing in your sleep. Lately, around the one year-anniversary of his death had been weighing down on you heavily. You had been pushing it deep into your head, not wanting to deal with the emotions but every single emotion you had during that time attacked you all at once in your dreams.

Like the blubbering mess, you had one person in mind that you needed to be by your side.

“Hello?” Juice answers his phone, the sound of his voice was tired, you checked the time, 3:47 AM, the clock read. You immediately regret calling him.

You sniffle, “I’m sorry, J-Juice… I just n-needed…” You cover your mouth and let out a painful sob, something deep within your chest that ached as you held in your cries.

“Baby, are you hurt?” He asks softly, on the other side of the line you could hear sheets shifting around. “Is it okay if I come over?”

“Yes.” You whimper. Grabbing the sheets and pulling them over you.

It had been six months that you were with Juice - you two met at a convenience store during the summer. It was nearing the 4th of July and he noticed how many fireworks you were buying. You dropped a few and he helped you pick them up, when you looked into his eyes you felt the warmth that his chocolate-brown iris’, the way his eyes glistened when he smiled was unlike anything you had seen before Sebastian’s depression worsened. That night, Juice asked if he could come hang out wherever you were going and even though he was a complete stranger at the time, you had a feeling he was a good guy. Truth be told, you had no plans. You were buying some fireworks for your friend’s party because you still couldn’t bring yourself to go out and have fun after Sebastian… But you knew it was time. And when you showed up with this tatted up Puerto Rican man to your friend’s party, everyone was happy that you at least got out of the house. But, shit, did you feel guilty about moving onto someone else so quickly. Sebastian’s death was traumatizing, depressing, every sad word under the sun, but you couldn’t help that you found comfort in Juice.

The sound of a motorcycle become clearer and clearer by the second, so you knew he was close. You slowly got up and walked to the door, still tears stained to your cheeks as you opened the door. Juice quickly turned off his bike and removed his helmet and ran to the porch. One foot on the step, he looked up and saw your red, glistening cheeks.

“Baby…” He whispers as he rushes up the rest of the stairs, his arms wrapped around you quickly, you stepped backwards with his arms still around you, your head pressed to his chest.

“I hate seeing you like this.” He whispers, his chin resting on the top of your head. You wrapped your arms tighter around him and you broke out in an ugly sob.

Juice took you by the hands and brought you to the couch and covered you up, then went to the kitchen to make you some tea.

He came back and set the tea in front of you.

“What else do you need, baby?” He quietly asks, sitting on the bit of couch by your legs. Your lip was quivering, you held your arms out to him. He stood and moved you over, he laid down on the couch and you laid on his torso.

“I’m so… I feel so…”

“Shh, baby, its okay. You don’t have to justify yourself.” He whispers, his hand running atop of your hair to smooth it out.

“I’m sorry, Juan…”

“I love you, Y/N.”

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A/N - Well, this one was fun to write. I love writing hurt/comfort imagines. Thank you for the request, keep sending them in!

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REQUEST: 

Can you write 62 and 65 for Hernan? 

 "If you can’t sleep, we could have sex.“

 "I don’t want you to stop.“ 

WARNING: Smut, swearing

 It’s been killing you, making you crave any kind of attention you could get, a deep, hot desire was burning inside of you.

 It all began with him massaging your breasts while whispering, "if you can’t sleep, we could have sex.” In your ear. He was your biggest temptation and you could never turn him down. 

The bed squeaks brought you back to reality, and as soon as Hernan touched your clit it was over with. You felt your body empty the sinful heat that has been brewing inside of you for the past 10 minutes. 10 minutes. That was a new record for Hernan.

 "Fuck.“ Hernan curses, one hand holding onto the headboard while the other was holding up your thigh. He gave a few more weakening thrusts and you felt your insides fill up once again. 

 You reached up, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him down on top of you to kiss him. He brought one hand to the side of your face while the other squeezed your attention-seeking breast. His mouth detached from yours and left a trail of kisses up your jaw and to your neck. 

 "I don’t want you to stop.” You whisper to him, your voice feeling weak. “Keep kissing me.” You whine.

 He sits up, elbows on either side of your body propping him up and he smirks.

 "I think the neighbors have heard enough of me tonight.“ He winks. 

 "Fuck the neighbors. Fuck me again, Hernan." 

He cocked and eyebrow, "what’s my name?" 

"Hernan?” You say confused.

 "What’s my name?“ 

You roll your eyes, "Shades.”

 He sat up, his cock sliding out of you, you felt his hot cum oozing out finally. 

He stroked his cock for a second before grabbing your hips and flipping you around and then bringing your ass to him. You used your hands to push yourself off the bed, but Hernan was quick to push you back down. 

“Face down, ass up.” He says, you giggle even though you can hear the seriousness and lust in his voice. 

 Just like that, he slid his long and thick length inside of you slow and steady but nice and full. You bit your lip hard and grasped the sheets, you sucked in a sharp breath of air and heard a low groan from the back of Hernan’s throat. He sat up on his knees and started thrusting, he grabbed both of your hips with his hands so he was in control. 

 "Baby.“ You gasp and groan loudly. You can almost feel him smirk. Hernan pulled and pushed your hips harder and faster as he went, the sound of skin slapping together echoing throughout the hot bedroom. Your toes curled, feeling your body start to tense up. 

"Hernan!” You squeal, now you were clawing at the bedsheets. “Fuck!” You repeatedly scream.

 As soon as you came, you felt your high disappear and the exhaustion set in. Hernan pulled out and collapsed next to you, halfway asleep. 

He was the best temptation you ever had.

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A/N - Sorry this one was so short, and it’s my first “professional” smut, so sorry if it’s not the best. Hope you enjoyed!

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 REQUEST: 

Imagine w shades and you notice at one of those little meetings Shades and Mariah and cottonmouth have at the club that Mariah is getting a little too comfortable with shades but he doesn’t stop her even tho he’s with you and it turns into a big ol argument when you get home

 "Luke’s gone MIA.“ Says Cottonmouth, twirling a lighter between his fingers, flicking the flame on and off multiple times and you saw how focused he was as if he was trying to wrap his head around this whole ordeal.

 "I’m sure Mariah over here could use her people to find him real quick.” Hernan looked at Mariah, smirking at her. While she kept her cool, she gave him a suggestive smirk while staring with hooded eyes. 

“Yes, I suppose I could. But what would I get in return, Shades.” She whispers his name. 

Your blood started to boil. You knew what she was doing and if she thought she had a chance with Hernan, she was very sadly mistaken. You typically kept your class around Harlem’s ‘royal family’, but if you had to, you’d drop kick that bitch into next week. Nobody could touch Hernan. He was yours.

 Hernan leaned back in his chair, arms opening before he puts them behind his head, “anything you want, princess.”

 Really? You balled up your fists and felt yourself fill with rage. Him and Mariah had had somewhat of a past before he met you and you were afraid that spark between them hadn’t burnt out. This was your time to dump water all over that small burning flame and stomp on the remains. 

“Hm. Yes, well, I’ll go work on that.” She stands, slowly struts towards him, puts her hand on his chest, her hand slipping under his jacket. Mariah leaned down and whispers something inaudible to you, but you could see Hernan’s cheek lift in a smile. When she leans up, you saw a devilish smirk on her face as she walked away with a few guards.

 -

 On the way back to the house, you stayed completely silent, which was unusual for you. You kept your arms crossed while staring out of the windshield with a pissed off look on your face… which wasn’t entirely intention, it was hard not to having a resting bitch face, but it was even harder to not have a resting bitch face when you felt a hot, heavy anger deep down in your core Hernan had usually opened your door for you after getting home from business deals, but this time you got out of the car too quick for him to do anything. That’s when he noticed your peculiar behavior. 

 He followed you into the house slowly, biting his lip out of anticipation for the conversation that was yet to come. 

“Y/N.” He says almost in a desperate tone, as if you two had been arguing for hours. You turned your head to him slowly, your jaw tense. 

“What.” You say coldly. 

“What is your problem? We just left the club and now you’re all pissed. You were fine when we got there." 

You were standing in front of the marble counter, your hands on the edge while you leant forward and pressed your weight against it. You dropped your head between your shoulders and took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. Open palms turned into fists. Quickly, you lifted your head, ready to bring the fire. 

"That’s because your little girlfriend wasn’t all over you. That fucking bitch knows you’re with me now. I was literally a few feet to the side of you and she had to flirt with you." 

Hernan rolled his eyes.

 "Oh, no, it wasn’t just that. She touched you. I wasn’t sure I could keep my composure when she touched you but god bless I did." 

"You think you could take down Mariah?” He scoffs, smiling at you. Taunting you unintentionally. 

Your eyes widened and your lips stiffened up. “Really, Hernan. You taught me how to defend myself. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck both of you. I’m so done.” You say, retreating to the bathroom down the hallway. The sound of heavy and fast footsteps followed you and Hernan grabbed your arm before you reached your destination. 

“What the hel-”

 "Don’t even act like you’re innocent. You flirted back just as much as she was flirting with you. God, you just fucking frustrate me!“ You start to raise your voice, bringing your fists to the sides of your head. Hernan stood there, rubbing his hand down his face hard. 

 "If you still have a thing for her, I’ll leave. I’m not putting myself in this mess just to get fucked over by you.” You say, you felt proud of yourself for being able to finally stand your ground after many instances and years of being treated so badly.

 "Who did I come home with?“ He asks, hands on his hips while you saw a muscle in his jaw jump. ”Answer me!“ He shouts at you.

 "Just because you came home with me- that doesn’t fucking change the fact that you clearly-” you kept stumbling over words, so many things you wanted to say but it was all jumbled together, “you clearly still have a thing for her.” You say, you felt your nose and eyes start to burn. 

 "It was strictly business talk.“ 

You bit your lip hard before speaking. "I’m done, Hernan. I can’t continue to be treated like I’m nothing - you don’t understand why I’m getting so upset.” Your voice cracked and you noticed his hard look soften up a bit. “If you can’t even see that you’re wrong, I don’t know how to make you understand. But it’s done. It’s stupid and it’s over.” You turn to go to the bedroom and he grabs you once again, but this time was different. He pulls you into an embrace, something he doesn’t do often. At first you hesitate to hug him back, but you slide your hands around his back and hug him back.

 "I’m sorry. I love you.“ He whispers.

 -

 A/N - I really got into this one, if you couldn’t tell. I was typing so fast and was so intrigued by my own writing. Thank you for this request! Keep on sending them in!