HE RETURNED TO AN EMPTY HOUSE

He's Different

My husband is a naval test pilot. He wants to be an astronaut, so he attends several conferences and training sessions every year. Yesterday, after being gone for several weeks, he returned home…different.

His eyes were darker, the iris almost black where it used to be a bright summer green. Four times I’ve found him standing in doorways, perfectly still, staring into nothing. Last night was the worst, it was terrifying. He got up out of bed around 11 and walked across the room. At first I thought he was heading to the bathroom or kitchen, but the bedroom door never opened. I turned over, flipped on the light and screamed. He was standing in the corner of the room closest to me, facing the wall. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was muttering. Hands in fists and swaying. I didn’t want to, but I approached him slowly, carefully and reached out.

“Tom…you ok?”

He turned, faster than I’ve seen anyone move and griped my shoulders. The bones in his hand felt like they were digging into me and he shook me, hard. Screaming into my face; “Where am I? What’s going on?” before his eyes rolled up and he collapsed onto the floor. No matter how much I shook him, he wouldn’t wake up. I snatched up my cell phone and dialed 911.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“My husband…he collapsed…please send help…you have to help us please.”

“Someone will be there shortly.” Then the line disconnected.

I stared at the phone trying to figure out what’s going on. They didn’t even ask for my name or address. I heard the doorbell and ran to open it. A man in a dark suit pulled me aside as two paramedics rush through the door.

The two men return almost immediately, shaking their heads.

“We’re too late,” one says as they carried their bags back out to the waiting ambulance.

The man in the suit walked me to my bedroom doorway and turns, “He was in here?”

I pushed past him and saw an empty room. “I don’t understand, he was just, he was just here. On the floor.” I knelt down and touched the floor where Tom was lying, it still felt warm.

“Ma’am, we’ve been watching your house since the reports started coming in. Your husband and his team were lost during a mission. They’ve been missing over a week. But you’re the 3rd person to report their husband coming home, then later disappearing. Did he say anything?”

“No, he was just…different.”

Instructions for housesitting while your parents are away:

If you come downstairs in the morning and the front door is cracked open, do not ask questions. Close it and go about your day.

If you’re out walking the dogs and you hear another set of footsteps behind you, do not turn around. It is just an echo. Try not to startle it.

If you go downstairs in the middle of the night and the moonlight that was streaming through your bedroom window is not present in the living room, leave immediately. Do not return until the sun has risen.

If you come into the kitchen and the trash can has been emptied onto the floor, scold the dog. Ignore the fact that he was locked in his crate at the time. Clean up the mess.

If the dogs perk up and start barking at the garage door, it is because they think your parents are home. Do not open the door. Leave the house and take them for a walk.

Ih you hear howling in the middle of the night, it is just coyotes. Do not go outside. If you must go outside, avoid the old cemetery in the woods at all costs.

Do not panic. Everything is fine.

Fake Mark?

Ok so I had this revaluation when i was eating.
That’s not Mark.
That’s some sort of… weird not Mark

The video opens.
‘im back from my hiatus’
look at how he talks
Since when does Mark stand like that
Second why is he in an empty room full of foam? Wouldn’t that room be like his recording room? Why is it empty? Why does the entire house look empty?

Third of all since when is that your logo Mark?
That’s not Mark’s logo, Mark’s logo has never been that. Unless he’s going for a strange new rebranding it’s suspicious.

The editing is strange. I mean he refers to us, US.
The community as if we were a person? Even gives us a camera?
It’s very Who Killed Markiplier like. 

Don’t you think a video like this would be weird for a return? Wouldn’t it normally be a gaming video or a vlog about what he did on his break, how touring went?
Instead it’s this weird skit about buying a Van.

Also Mark don’t you have a fucking car. Why do you need a van. You’re an adult you probably have a car.

Something also strange, Amy doesn’t pick up her phone?

Lastly the ending.
He speaks to us again like we’re an actual person not like we’re a community.
The van was ‘our’ idea? We get to name it.

The most crucial fact that something up is the ending.
Mark doesn’t do his outro.
He goes for a weird high five, and looks like he’s struggling for words.
and just says 
‘see you tomorrow’
When did you ever say that.

I’m not saying I’m suspicious but I am very fucking suspicious of you fucker. 

some very important yokai from japanese folklore
  • a tiny old man who lies in a field doing a perfect imitation of a baby’s cry to attract concerned passers-by, before killing those who attempt to pick him up by rapidly increasing in weight until their bones shatter
  • an outhouse goblin with a long tongue who just scuttles around licking up that sweet sweet soap scum and other bathroom filth
  • what appears to be a man with an obscured face - when it spots someone at night, it drops trou, spreads its asscheeks to reveal a giant eyeball poking out of its anus, and then charges at its victim on all fours ass-first (seemingly for no reason other than to scare them)
  • a seemingly ordinary woman whose head detaches while she sleeps and flies around the garden looking for centipedes to eat
  • large angry goblins in straw coats that rampage through mountain villages yelling at kids to be good and not stopping until the parents appease them with booze
  • a giant who just squats over the japanese islands and washes his hands in the ocean (that’s literally all he does)
  • shapeshifting raccoons who use their enormous stretchy ballsacks to accomplish all manner of everyday tasks
  • goblins that live in the woods washing beans in the rivers, freaking out travelers by singing songs about washing beans that echo through the woods
  • a giant skeleton made of tons of normal skeletons combined like some sort of skeleton voltron
  • slimy balls of hair that just skitter around being nasty
  • a spirit that does nothing except sneak up on sleeping people, pull the pillows out from under their heads, and slides the pillows under their feet
  • vaguely humanoid blobs of obese, stinky flesh with no eyes or mouths that are harmless and by all accounts quite friendly - if you eat the flesh of one, you gain immortality at the cost of living your life as one of them
  • a little old man with a very long head who sneaks into empty houses and insists that he owns them even when the homeowners return (one of the most powerful yokai)

anonymous asked:

I need more Drarry fanfics (COMPLETED PLEASE) because I've read literally so many I can't find new ones sorry for the trouble

oh hello there my friend, i’m not sure if you’re asking the right person because i do not actually do fic recs? bc i usually forget most of the thing i read lol /cries/ but yeah i’ll list few of my favs by no particular order

Battle Scars by @sappypotter (29k)
Spiders, rats, wrongly-boiled Veritaserum, a couple of dangerous bets and drunk parties – all with all, it was bound to be a hectic eight year at Hogwarts for the golden trio. Trying to ignore the ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy, however, turned out to be more difficult than ever before. Especially when he seemed to be as obsessed with Harry as Harry was with him.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (23k)
Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you’re there, but you won’t remember it in the morning.

Serpentes by xErised (29k)
It’s a shame that Draco Malfoy looks so good stripping in a club with stolen snakes, because Auror Harry’s got a job to do. 

Date of a Lifetime by @dorthyanndrarry (14k)
Win a DATE with HARRY POTTER!
At this year’s fourth annual New Horizons charity auction
and gala there will be a most rare and unusual item up for bid,
a Date with the hero of the wizarding world, Harry Potter!
Pansy leaned into his arm, “Would you win Potter?’ she asked and before he could answer she held up an ornate card.
Draco’s eyes widened and he reached out for the invitation.
Pansy twitched it back, “Draco,” she said quietly, “I will only give this to you if you win that ridiculous Potter date.” 

Never Feel the Burning Light by @carpemermaidtales (48k)
When it falls to Draco to restore his family name to its former glory the road ahead of him is long, but with Harry Potter’s help and a plan that is just this side of ridiculous he just might succeed at accomplishing his goals and getting what he wants. What neither of them plan on is falling in love along the way. 

The Lip-Lock Jinx by cassisluna (20k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (114k) [[podfic]]
Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35k)
When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too. 

this amazing ficlet by @decanthrope

this cupboard fic by @sappypotter

i’m quite sure there are a lot more amazing fics that i forget? but these are the few that come to my mind. remember to leave kudos and some nice comments to the author! :)

anonymous asked:

BODY 👏 SWAP 👏 TROPE 👏 Hcs for members switching bodies with another member for a day what would they do 👻 You can pick who switches with who ~ love you 💕

i am loving this freaky friday shit

Yoosung in Jumin’s body

  • suddenly sleep deprived gamer boy has to play head of a massive corporation for the day?
  • he hates it
  • FIRST OF ALL, he cant understand anything anyone is saying
  • he cant even enjoy all the luxury of being Jumin, he’s too busy answering confusing phone calls that he has to clumsily stutter his way through
  • “Mr. Han, did you look over the marketing teams newest proposal for re-branding products to better appeal to a wider range of potential clients?”
  • “um…yea it was good. sounds like a good idea”
  •  “excellent. when you have time today please email me with-”
  • “yea sure tell Jaehee and i’ll do it”
  • “Mr. Han, i think-”
  • he hangs up, and that happens a few times before he even gets to work
  • gets lost like three times looking for his own office
  • as soon as he sees Jaehee he runs up to her and hugs her
  • “Jaehee oh my god this has been the worst morning ever everyone talks like their 50 years old and i-”
  • “Mr. Han? i dont think this behavior is-”
  • he lets go and brushes himself off, clearing his throat
  • “ah..um..yes, of course. i’ll be in my office…..assistant Kang…”
  • tries to pull his office door open, discovering that its a push door
  • all day:

Zen in Jaehee’s body

  • first of all
  • he knew Jaehee was a fan but like….
  • not this big of a fan
  • he is both overwhelmed by how thankful he is to have so much support and…a little freaked out?
  • also, he thinks Jaehee is attractive but who are we kidding, when he looked in the mirror and saw not himself, he was pretty upset
  • also pretty disappointed in Jaehee’s fashion sense but thats another subject for another day
  • there is no way in hell Zen was gonna go play Jumin assistant all day, he would rather die probably
  • and Zen knows better than anyone just how desperately this poor girl needs a break
  • so he decides to have a little treat yo self day!
  • he goes shopping and drinks fancy starbucks coffee and even gets a massage
  • he even snags a few cute boys numbers
  • (which yknow….Jaehee doesnt really need….but anyway)
  • he isnt really giving Jaehee a day off by doing this
  • but at least the massage will leave her feeling good in the morning!!

Jaehee in Seven’s body

  • cleaning
  • just, so much cleaning
  • also leaving the house to buy groceries
  • then getting a violent reminder that Seven is a very busy person when his boss calls
  • he sounds so scary and keeps talking about a “hard deadline” and someone named “agent vanderwood”
  • isnt that Sevens maid or something….?
  • well, no one can work on an empty stomach. not even the defender of justice
  • when she returns, agent vanderwood is there but she doesnt know its him
  • probably goes all martial arts on him, thinking its an intruder
  • vanderwood is a trained agent so he fights back a bit before being like SEVEN WHatTHE FUCK WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME ILL LITERALLY TAZE YOU
  • “taze me? arent you here to clean?”
  • VANDERWOOD IS READY TO KILL
  • “just do your work, alright?”
  • “um…yea…of course….”
  • KEYBOARD MASHING
  • Jaehee has no idea whats going on but she knows how to make it sound like she’s doing shit
  • starts working on C&R projects at one point

Jumin in Zen’s body

  • first thing he does is wake up and chop his hair off
  • all that hair just gets in the way?? he hates it??
  • that will be a nice surprise for Zen the next day :)
  • he knows that Zen probably has rehearsal and stuff but he’s not an actor
  • and he has a more important job to do anyway at C&R 
  • uuuggHHHH why doesnt Zen own any NICE suits??!
  • spends Zen’s money on a 3 piece suit
  • much better :)
  • then he tried to go into work just, as Zen
  • so many people tried to stop and ask who he was but he just walked past them
  • theres no time to try and prove his identity, he has to start the work day
  • finally he gets to his floor, where Jaehee is working at her desk
  • “assisstant Kang, i will be working in Zen’s body today. please forward my massages”
  • JAEHEE IS AEUFGGKWBEKJNSDVIHSEFN
  • THATS ZENS VOICE
  • but?? is that zen???
  • so upset because he has to reschedule all his meetings for that day
  • “i cant meet with the board looking like this”

707 in Yoosungs body

  • TIME FOR SCHOOL, KIDS
  • he has so much fun being Yoosung
  • hates Yoosung’s laptop so much
  • he misses his high performance laptop
  • finds a planner with Yoosungs class schedule in it
  • Yoosung doodles all over his planner, thats so cute
  • alright, he has to do everything he can with his one day back in college
  • upon entering his first class, he finds they’re taking an exam
  • its calc 2 so he aces it, of course
  • you’re so welcome, Yoosung
  • acts like a total smart ass all day
  • after classes he plays LOLOL for like 6 hours straight
  • Yoosung is literally so lucky to have me inside his body today
  • (lolololololololol)
  • also does all of Yoosungs homework for him
  • thinks to himself all day wow Seven, you’re such a saint

THANKS FOR READING!!!! SORRY FOR PUSHING MY YOOSEVEN AGENDA ALL THE TIME

edit: i love you too
Lost in Frozen Tides | M

↳ Précis | A beach house laying still before cerulean waters, an ocean where destinies intertwine, and serendipities drown in the arms of fate.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Note — Your Name!au, aka body swap!au. Totally different from said movie, nonetheless, highly recommend you watch it. Also, ft. a high dosage of Kim Taehyung | Words ➳ 21.6k

Genre & Warnings — A glass of angst with a dash of fluff, and a sprinkle of humor. Warnings? uh..implied smut and mentions of death.


The window stood opened, sheer curtains occasionally being swayed by the frivolous breath of air from the outside — breeze kissing your skin delicately while you smiled in your sleep, hugging the body pillow even closer to your chest as you hummed, sinking your head into the plushness of the cushion. It was way past midnight, the owl’s faint hoos were welcoming throughout the atmosphere as they bounced around the area and the indistinct salty scent of the ocean’s crystal waters wafted insignificantly; melding within the zephyr to drown others in utter reminisce and nostalgia.

Your mouth hung open by how amazingly comfortable you were, having the best night’s sleep of your life inside the beach house your friend’s had rented to have the time of your lives. It was the first day of arriving late in the night, and the first thing you did was melt into the fine lusciousness your bed had to offer, immediately knocking out and having your soul diminish beneath the small parts of your brain. It was a long and annoying drive, being in the Range Rover with more humans than you can handle despite them being your friends — and now, you had the time to relax..or so you thought.

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Rogue 1: “Empty your pockets.”
Rogue 2: “What? Why?”
Rogue 1: “Because you probably stole something.”
Rogue 2: “What! Rude! Why do you assume I’d steal something from this noble’s house?!”
Rogue 1: “Because I WANTED TO and I know you’re dumber than me!”
Rogue 2: “Hey, that’s not- alright that probably is true.”

He gave her back the jewelry which she returned… or, returned fakes she made quickly after. Like she said. She’s smarter.

11 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,522

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence

Originally posted by bcshiro

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Boo! // Kim Taehyung

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the prompt: When you have time, could I request a ghost!AU with Taehyung of BTS? Where you move into a new apartment but don’t know that it’s haunted. And ghost!Tae is so ready to scare you off by pulling some horrific haunting stunt, but wait, you’re actually really cute?? And nice?? Pretty soon, you discover his existence (which explains all the weird things that have happened), so he takes to teasing you from the shadows and making your life difficult and just generally being a loveable nuisance~ Humorous everyday scenarios between you two ensue… Possibly ending with a love confession from Tae?

words: 3474

category: fluff + comedy

author note: i researched poltergeists for this and it was really scary •_• also, i want ghost!taehyung to be my best friend. enjoy!

- destinee

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shower sex - t.h smut

warnings; smut!!!! and swearing, also lots of Tom feels (gif credit to dive-into-the-spidey-live)

Originally posted by dive-into-the-spidey-live

You’re woken by the sun softly peeking into the room, blinking your eyes open softly; you feel the presence of your boyfriend behind you, his strong arm laying loosely on your waist, the bare skin of his torso radiating heat through the vest top you’re wearing. You reach for your phone, checking the time - 6:58AM. You groan, knowing you’ll need to get up and ready for your day at work soon.

Tom stirs behind you, tightening his grip on your waist. You turn to face him, his eyes still closed, the shadow of his eyelashes brushing his soft cheeks. You smile at the view of your beautiful boyfriend, looking incredibly peaceful in his slumber. You sit up in the bed, stretching your arms above your head, causing Tom to stir in his sleep due to the absence of warmth from your body. Tom’s eyes flutter open, his eyebrows furrowing of confusion for a second before he realises where you are.

“g’morning, love.” His voice deep, raspy and croaky due to the lack of use overnight.

“good morning, darling,” you respond, reaching down to play with his curls, “how’d you sleep?”

“best sleep i’ve had in a while,” he replies, smiling. Tom had only recently returned home from filming his new movie, he’d been away for months and you missed him like crazy. Your house felt so empty without him, even though you had Tessa with you, you just missed Tom so much.

You smile back at him, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “Is that because you’re home or because of the incredible sex?” you asked him, giggling.

He chuckles back, a hearty laugh that makes your heart flutter and spreads warmth through your entire body. God, you loved him.

“A bit of both, actually.” he replies, reaching one of his hands up to set a strand of falling hair behind your ear. His touch lingers on your cheek and you lean into the warmth of his hand, enjoying just feeling him. You smile at each other before he leans up to kiss you softly, a precious kiss full of love.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he tells you, your heart once again fluttering at his words.

“I missed you too, baby.” you whisper back, “and as much as I’d seriously love to spend all day in bed with you, I have to get up and ready for work.” you tell him.

He pouts at this, wanting to keep you held close to him all day and do nothing. He whines at the thought of you leaving, sounding like a child.

“Phone in sick,” he pleads.

“Thomas, I’ll only be gone a couple hours, and when I get back I’m all yours, all evening,” you tell him cheekily, finishing off with a small peck to his lips.

“Now, let me go so I can shower, I can’t be late, babe.” You ask him, he reluctantly unwraps his arm from around your waist, still laying in bed. He rolls into his back, reaching for his phone. 7:05AM.

You grab two towels, one for your hair, one for your body, and head to the bathroom. Tom watches you walk away, in nothing but a small vest top and your underwear. He groans, instantly turned on by the sight of your figure - he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing to grace the earth, even when you don’t see it.

Tom gets an idea and scrambles out of bed, hearing you turn the shower on in the bathroom. He grabs another towel as trails behind you, seeing your garments scattered on the floor leading to the bathroom, ‘god, she’ll be the death of me.’ He thinks to himself, discarding his own boxers and stepping into the bathroom.

He closes the door behind him, in case Tessa decides to try and interrupt their shower. You hear the door click and then the shower curtain pull back, Tom stepping in behind you. You’re facing the stream of water, washing your face when you feel his arms snake around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Hello, cheeky,” you say, “I need to shower, Tom, I’ll be late for work.”

He kisses down your neck, his hands wandering the soft surface of your stomach, one going dangerously low, the other dangerously high.

“Work isn’t important, angel.” He says, sucking on your sensitive spot causing you to moan, quietly.

“I don’t understand how you’re so horny all the time,” you laugh at him as he continues kissing your neck, his left hand now skimming your breast.

“It’s hard not to be with a girlfriend this stunning,” he tells you. There’s a sincerity in his tone, he truly finds you stunning and he will tell you at any given opportunity. You blush at his words, grateful for the heat of the shower disguising it as just being too warm.

“Plus, I was away for all that time, I needed to hold you, please you.” This statement makes you wet, along with this groping hand and the kissing of your neck.

“What time do you start work, darling?” he asks, his right hand now teasing your thigh, running a finger up and down the inside of your thigh.

“N-nine,” you reply, his teasing fingers having an effect on you.

“That’s plenty of time for what I have planned, sweetheart.” You feel him smirk against your neck, his right hand pushing your thighs further apart, his left hand playing with one of your boobs - he loved your boobs so much, they were always so soft. He runs his finger up your thigh, teasingly, again. Getting dangerously close to your centre. You reach a hand behind you to grab onto his wet curls, your other hand grabbing his left arm. You feel Tom’s hardened cock on your bum, knowing you had such an effect on him without even touching him making you feel turned on as well as victorious.

His finger runs up to your pussy, sliding through your folds and collecting your wetness.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so wet for me.” He groans, feeling how wet he made you.

“How could I not be with a boyfriend this stunning?” You giggle, repeating his earlier words. Your giggle soon turns into a moan though, as the tip of his finger now rubs on your clit. Your grip in his hair tightens, he’s rocking his hips slightly onto you.

“Shit, Tom, feels so good.” You whine, his finger rubbing small circles on your clit, his other hand still groping your boobs. He kisses up to your earlobe and whispers, “who makes you feel this good?” Making you whimper, his finger speeding up on your clit.

“Fuck, baby, you do. You make me feel so good.” Your hips are rocking against his finger now, your mouth hanging open, letting out small whines and moans occasionally. Tom turns you around, his finger gone from your clit, you’re about to protest when he pushes you against the shower wall, telling you “need to taste you,” before crouching down and lifting each of your legs over his shoulders, being careful enough so that you don’t slip or fall.

He grips your ass in his hands, leaning in to kiss your thighs, kissing up to your pussy. You’re moaning and writhing, telling him “stop being such a tease, Holland,” he chuckles to himself, you feel his warm breath against your aching pussy. He finally leans in and licks a swipe through your folds, flicking his tongue against your clit. You moan louder, his tongue working wonders on your sweet cunt. He smiles to himself, his grip on your ass tightening, loving the soft flesh between his fingers. He continues flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit, your legs shaking on his shoulders. He brings you closer to him, licking his way through your folds once again. You reach down and grab his wet curls between your fingers, pulling his head closer to you. He groans at the tough tug on his hair, the sound vibrating through to your pussy.

“Tom, fuck, I’m not gonna last,” you let out through moans of pleasure, as Tom is now flicking his tongue through your folds, tasting every bit of your sweetness. “You’re so good, fuck, To-oh god,” you moan out as he inserts a finger into your pussy, tongue flicking your clit.

“You taste so good, darlin’” he tells you, still fingering you slowly. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably, your moans getting louder as Tom inserts a second finger, pumping them faster now. He’s still flicking his tongue against your clit, causing your thighs to clench around his head. Your hips are bucking against his face, he knows you’re close.

“Come, angel, come for me. Let me hear you, let me taste you,” he says against your pussy, tongue still working on your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

The best of the shower mixed with Tom’s incredibly skilled tongue and fingers make you feel like you’re floating on air, your eyes roll back from the pleasure, thighs shaking and squeezing Tom’s shoulders. Your moans are so loud now, you’re so close to coming and Tom can tell. His movements speed up, his fingers hitting your g-spot, erupting a very loud moan from you, while his tongue flicks your clit, the tip flicking up and down.

“‘m gonna come, Tom, fuck” your grip on his hair tightening, the water cascading down both your sides, the steam only adding to the intensity of your pleasure. You come with a last push of Tom’s fingers, he removes them, tongue trailing back down your folds, tasting every inch of you as you come down from your high, him lapping up your juices.

“You taste so sweet,” Tom says, as he carefully lifts your legs off of his shoulders, placing your feet carefully on the floor of the shower and standing up, wrapping his arm around you to steady you.

“Almost came just from eating you out, angel,” he tells you.

“Well, why don’t we make that happen now?” you ask him, smirking, wrapping a small hand around his cock.

He lets out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours, his arm still wrapped around your waist; the other coming up to your hair, grabbing it. You twist your hand around his cock, the water from the shower making your movements easier. You stroke up to the tip, which you circle with your thumb, his pre-cum spreading, lubricating him. Tom groans at this, pulling you closer to him.

“You feel so good, darling.” He breathes out, forehead still resting against yours. You lean up slightly to kiss him, your movements on his cock never faltering. He kisses you back with desperation, his grip on your hair tightening, controlling your head movements. Tom whines into the kiss, the feeling of your hand wrapped around him leaving him breathless. He reaches down and stops your movements; “I’m so close, baby, but I want to come inside you.” He says, his voice croaky.

You smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him again. He returns the kiss with fervour, his hands reaching down to grab your ass, Tom brings one hand up and back down on your ass with force, causing you to push forwards into him and groan into the kiss. You pull back from the kiss, biting his lip.

“Fuck, no teasing, darling. Need you now.” He whines, hips rocking forward slightly.

“How do you want me?” You ask, looking up at him innocently, yet with a devilish smirk.

Tom groans at this claiming ‘you’ll be the death of me, angel’ and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pushes you back against the shower wall, the coldness of the tiles contrasting with the heat of your body (from both the shower and your antics). He lifts your arms above your head, holding them there with one hand, the other hand guiding his cock to your entrance. He slides the tip through your folds, teasing you.

“Tom, quit teasing,” you whine as he pulls his cock through your folds again. He pushes inside you slowly, the feeling of his cock filling you causing you to moan.

“Fuck, Tom, you feel so good inside me.”

Tom groans as he pulls out, so that just his tip is inside you, and then thrusts back forward. His one hand still holding your arms above your head, while the other grips your ass, keeping your body pressed against his. He continues thrusting in and out of you, speaking the occasional ‘fuck’ or ‘so tight’ under his breath.

“Angel, you feel heavenly.” Tom tells you, as he picks up his speed. You moan at this, his words and movements having an effect on you. You want to feel him, to run your fingers through his hair, to hold onto his shoulders while he fucks up into you.

“Tom, I wanna be able to feel you.” You manage to let out between moans, as the tip of Tom’s cock is just skimming your g-spot (purposely as Tom is a massive tease), each moan punctuated by a thrust inside you.

“But you not being able to touch me is all part of the fun, darling.” He tells you, looking down at where your bodies connect each time his cock disappears inside you. He smirks to himself, knowing his words are driving you crazy. You need to be able to grab his hair while he fucks you.

He’s close, you can tell. His grip on your bum tightens, his thrusts become harder and faster, he’s chasing his high. You’re close too, Tom hitting every spot inside you, his cock filling you perfectly. Your moans become louder as your orgasm approaches. Tom decides to let go of your arms, letting you finally run your hands through his wet hair.

He reaches down with one hand to rub your clit, the other placed firmly on your bum. You cry out at the unexpected contact, your back arching off the shower wall, your grip in Tom’s curls tightening.

“Sweetheart, you look so sexy like this. Gonna come soon,” Tom grunts, still thrusting into you while rubbing your clit. All you can do is moan and whine, as Tom thrusts up into you, never stopping his movements on your clit.

“Tom, baby, I’m gonna come,” you tell him, one hand scratching down his back now, while the other remains in his hair.

“Don’t hold back, darling.” He tells you, still fucking you while rubbing your clit.

Your back arches off the wall, legs tightening their grip on Tom’s waist, grip in his hair tightening, moaning loudly as you come. Strings of ‘oh, fuck’ and ‘Tom!’ escaping your parted lips as Tom continues fucking you through your high.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so good inside me, Tom, fuck,” you encourage him as he nears his own orgasm, his other hand coming to grip your back now. He thrusts into you one last time, before he comes inside you. He lets out a ‘fuck, baby’ as he comes, still rocking his hips into you after his orgasm. Tom pulls out, and sets you back on the ground.

By the time you’re done the shower is running out of hot water. You reach for the shampoo and pour some on your hand, and then his, shampooing each other’s hair. The rest of the shower is filled with giggles, as Tom tickles you whilst washing your body with the sweet smelling shower gel you get. You giggle as you put some shampoo on Tom’s face, making a white beard. You both finish up in the shower, Tom wrapping you up in your big, fluffy towel, wanting to just hold you. You in turn wrap his towel around his waist and reach up to peck his lips. You make your way back into the bedroom, checking your phone,

“Shit, it’s almost half 8.” You exclaim, suddenly rushing to get ready. Tom wraps his arms around you once again, kissing up your neck.

“I did say phone in sick. Is there still time?” He asks, desperate for you to stay home with him.

You decide on staying home as being with your boyfriend after him being away for so long was WAY better than a boring day at work. You ring your manager telling her that you won’t make it today due to ‘confidential problems’, them being that Tom is needy as hell and wants to stay in bed all day.

After you’re dry, you both put some comfy clothes on and climb into bed. Tom turns the TV on, putting on some film on Netflix. You snuggle into him, your damp hair not bothering him at all, and drift into a peaceful slumber, occasionally feeling Tom reach down to kiss you on the forehead. You’ve never felt so relaxed.

Falling Apart: Peter Parker

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning(s): Angst

Request: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: This is a really sad one, inspired by the song I Have Questions by Camila Cabello. I adore this song.


The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. As she walked down the hall hugging her books close to her chest, her mind raced. He had bolted again, and Y/N had no idea where he had gone off to. Peter had left her hanging high and dry for the umpteenth time, and she had no idea what to do.

Given no reasonable explanation, Y/N’s mind wandered the worst possibilities to explain Peter’s constant disappearances.

Cheating.

She knew Peter wasn’t of the sort, but he had just… taken off without reasonable explanation. She had spent months staying silent, willing herself to trust that Peter was off doing something important enough that he was forced to leave halfway through the only time you ever got to spend together. But in her attempt at convincing herself of what she wanted to believe, Y/N left herself vulnerable and susceptible to the attacks of her inner demons.

He found someone better.

He no longer wants you.

You’re foolish to have ever though he ever wanted you.

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the gym | tom holland

some steamy stuff for @tbholland’s steamy saturday (which you should definitely check out and participate in because holy hell) :-0

(excuse any errors bc i’m not 100% sure there aren’t any)

prompt: tom feels sexiest after the gym; all the sweat and exertion puts a little more self confidence and.. eagerness into him. so, one day when he gets home after a particularly grueling workout, he’s very obviously feeling and acting as he usually does; sexy, sly, and driven.

words: 1900+

warnings: heavy implications toward sex, suggestive scenes- the title says it all i guess

Soft white sunlight blanketed the kitchen as you cleaned off the counters, wiping off the thin film of dust that had collected over the course of the day. Cleaning helped you pass the time whenever you were alone. Your boyfriend, Tom, was out at the gym yet again. With his lively presence missing while he was away, it was almost eerily quiet throughout the house. You had put on some music to compensate for such an emptiness and your playlist became the soundtrack to your little kitchen cleaning session. Tom’s shirt hung loosely off your shoulders and brushed against your thighs, just below your shorts, whenever your legs moved. A small smile spread across your face as the song changed over from “Hotter Than Hell” to “Puppeteer.”

Halfway into the song, the front door to your apartment creaked open. The loose floorboard in the foyer audibly whined in response to Tom’s weight who, obviously, had returned from another exercise session. He tried not to miss them even though he didn’t completely enjoy them; he was definitely fit enough that he had to push himself to see any improvement, but he didn’t need a lot of that at this point. The frequent work outs were mostly to maintain his physique. The way he felt afterwards, though.. that made up for all of it. Tom was relatively confident most of the time but after the gym he felt especially sexy. And his moods translated into his actions. Maybe it was the exertion, or the endorphins, or the sweating, but working out just did something for him. You appreciated it- very much so.

Tom’s slightly sweaty form appeared in the entryway of the kitchen. Already you could sense his confident mood from where you stood. His eyes were glazed over, expression heavy with something like eagerness that you couldn’t pinpoint from where he was- a little too far away from you.

“Hey, love,” you greeted him, letting go of the wash rag in your hand. Soon as you circled around the kitchen island, Tom’s eyebrows shot up in response. His hungry gaze fell to your body.

“Hello to you, too,” he responded, voice rich and husky. His tone sent an almost violent shiver down your spine.

You cleared your throat and rubbed the back of your neck. Tom stalked over to the fridge with the intention of getting a bottle of water, but his eyes drank you in and sized you up wth every step. Suddenly the sun wasn’t the only thing warming your skin.

Tom reached into the refrigerator for a water and his arms flexed just enough for you to notice when he opened it. You wondered if he did it on purpose; you didn’t mind it in the least if it was.

You allowed your body to lean up against the counter and your eyes travel up and down Tom’s figure; you enjoyed the view. “How was it?” You asked. “The gym, I mean.”

Tom shrugged, lifting the hem of his tank top to brush away the water that dripped from his lips onto his chin. The gesture compelled your eyes to eat up the view of his taut abdomen, and your own stomach came alive with butterflies as you glanced. Tom didn’t miss your stare and this time only one eyebrow was raised at you.

“Stealing glances, aren’t we?” Tom inquired, sending a crimson blush to the apples of your cheeks. A smirk crossed his face and a husky laugh fell from his lips. “Mm, don’t worry, love. I am too.”

His words left you a little dumbstruck and made goosebumps travel across your skin. You were now much more aware of Tom’s every movement— and your own. Your boyfriend bit his lower lip briefly before speaking, putting rather unholy thoughts into your mind.

“But the gym was fine.” Tom firmly set the water bottle he had on the kitchen counter behind him. “If I had known you would be looking like this, though… I might not have gone.”

You now saw the look in his eyes: lust of a sort. It sent a soft tremor through your body.

“Stop it, you,” you murmured breathily, but not really meaning it, considering you said it through a smile. Tom usually wasn’t so sexed up, even after the gym. That being said.. you happened to enjoy it.

Tom shrugged. “Whatever you say, darling.” Your phone emitting music from its speakers caught his eye. He pressed the home button to view the song playing.

“What have you been doing, darling? Dancing around?” He teased. You bit your lip and shook your head.

“Hardly. I’ve just been cleaning,” you told him. He sighed softly, almost groaning.

“Too bad. I like it when you dance.”

Tom turned to reach for his water again and you found yourself letting out a sharp breath, taking in all that he was saying. Doing. Thinking. Your heart was racing so fast and hard that you could feel it in your throat. How were you to respond, really? Perhaps it didn’t matter, because Tom could probably turn whatever you said into something suggestive because of the mood he was in. And that mood was.. it was something. Intriguing. Exciting. He meant it to be that way, you were sure.

When Tom whirled around again, he did it so that he could make his way over to you. Your breath hitched the same way it did when your relationship was new and, really, the same way it did whenever the sexual tension between you two was as thick as it was.

Tom offered you his water, standing just barely six inches away from you. “Thirsty?” He inquired. Your mouth was a little dry, but not in a way that water would have helped. You shook your head.

“N-no.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows, giving you a curious look. But it seemed almost fake, as if he’d scripted what he was going to say and do to you before he even walked in the door.

“Nervous, love?”

You paused, taking a deep breath and shrugging your shoulders. Composing yourself. “I’m just sizing up your mood,” you said. The sudden firmness in your voice surprised you a little, and Tom, too, judging from the way his eyes widened. But he didn’t drop his suggestive demeanor.

“Mmm. What is it to you, then?” Suddenly his fingers were walking up the side of your thigh, traveling to the bottom of his shirt that you wore. Your tongue darted out to lick your lip; Tom’s eyes darkened in response to that. As much as he took the lead in the situation, you
had him wrapped around your little finger with every move you made. He wasn’t only high off of his endorphins, but drunk off of you, as well

“Seems like you want something.” You cocked an eyebrow at him and tilted your head to the side. Tom bit down on his bottom lip,
his eyelids lowered. A mischievous smirk adorned his features. Yes, that was definitely lust written across his face. A million scenarios and thoughts raced through your mind in that moment.

“I guess you could say that,” he said lowly.

Tom slid his hands up your shirt to touch the bare skin of your hips. His hands were warm and soft, dexterous and almost delicate in nature, but their intentions were anything but that. You placed your hands on his forearms and looked up; he was staring at you intensely, waiting for a response. Whether he wanted it to be verbal or not, you didn’t know.

You straightened up and kissed him softly, but barely long enough for him to kiss you back before you pulled away. Actions spoke louder than words, you supposed. And right now, what you were doing was making your mind scream in anticipation, your skin burning red hot as it pressed against Tom’s.

Something like a low growl resonated from his throat when your lips left his. He wasn’t keen on your affection disappearing; he craved it. You really did have him hooked on you, like some sort of crazy drug. Even with his mood from the gym playing with him, giving him control over the situation, his actions were still following yours. He pulled you ever so closer to him, your body close enough to his that you felt the heat radiating off of him. Having gained some confidence, you looked him dead in the eyes.

“I’m positive you do,” you whispered. Tom looked almost impatient at this point.

“It’s not kind to tease, love,” he stated, pulling your hips flush against his. Your cheeks burned as his hands moved further up your body, bringing his shirt with them.

You cleared your throat. “Well, I don’t think you’re playing very nice either.”

Tom chuckled and gave you a knowing look. His hands toyed with the idea of pulling the shirt off of you, as if teasing you back. “Playing nice isn’t my thing, princess.”

You didn’t even have a response to that; you were so tongue tied and dumbstruck. And as confident as Tom was acting, his teeth dug into his lip in a way that told you he was becoming impatient, too. The games were fun, but the reward was better.

A split second later, your lips crashed against his, capturing them eagerly and passionately. You were already breathing shallowly: such a kiss left you gasping when you took breaths. Tom’s hands fell just a little farther down to grab for your waist again and your arms encircled his neck.

“God, you’re sweaty,” you giggled breathlessly, feeling his hair briefly. Really, he wasn’t that sweaty, but you noticed it. Tom scoffed lightly back.

“Maybe you should shower,” you suggested.

“Why shower when I’m about to get dirty again?” He shrugged. The line was somewhat cliche but left you blushing even harder anyway.

Tom broke the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down your jawline, groaning softly against your skin. Your eyes shut and the heels of your feet left the ground. Tom gripped you underneath your thighs and wrapped your legs around him. Another soft laugh left your mouth.

“Eager?”

“Mhm.” A few seconds passed before Tom set you down on the kitchen counter, kissing down to the side of your neck. Only now did you notice the music still playing; “Hotel Confidential.”

“Planning on leaving the music playing? Or are we heading somewhere else?”

Tom’s chuckle reverberated against your throat, your skin buzzing softly. You let out a content moan.

“Unless you want to move..” he paused, mouth lingering at the space on your neck that always left you just a little shakier. You gasped softly.

“I didn’t plan on it,” he finished. Butterflies danced ever more intensely in the pit of your stomach. The kitchen counter provided much needed support because your legs were shaking so hard in anticipation that you would’ve probably fallen otherwise. Tom’s hand held the side of your neck, thumb tracing light circles into your skin. You placed your thumb underneath his chin and pushed his mouth up so you could kiss him again, but a little slower to allow you both to breathe.

“I’ll have to clean these counters all over again,” you teased, inserting a faux whine into your voice. It somehow made your boyfriend shiver nonetheless.

“Mm.. maybe I’ll help you out with that, too,” he suggested. Something between a laugh and a groan left your mouth.

As Tom peeled his t-shirt slowly up and of your torso and let his mouth latch onto your neck again, you thanked whatever god may have existed in that moment for the gym.

Damon Salvatore - It Was Always You

You’ve always felt something more than friendship towards Damon Salvatore, but you felt like he was always so busy pining after Elena that he wouldn’t even notice you. Yourself and Damon get the chance to spend the day together and it’s so much fun, but you weren’t expecting the day to take the turn that it did.

Damon x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of alcohol

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BTS Reactions To Their Girlfriend Being a Night Owl

♡Seokjin♡:

Jin woke up in the middle of the night only to find you missing from your usual spot beside him. Confused, he got up and headed downstairs only to find you sitting comfortably on the sofa with your laptop on your lap and earbuds in your ears. He tilted his head as he made towards you. As he neared, you finally noticed his presence and looked up a bit surprised to find him awake.

“Oh no,” you frowned, “did I wake you up?”

He shook his head, “no…what are you doing?”

You turned your laptop towards him so he could see the YouTube video you had been watching.

“I usually don’t sleep until late,” you explained.

“Oh…that explains why you sleep in so much. I can’t believe I havent  noticed until now.”

“I didn’t tell you because then I felt like you’d feel obligated to stay up with me.”

He nodded in understanding before he looked at you with a pout, “I can’t sleep without you in my arms though jagiya.”

“You sleep perfectly fine without me while you’re on tour,” you pointed out only making him pout more finally making you give in.

“Fine let’s go,” you said as he grabbed your hand and led you back to bed.

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♡Yoongi♡:

Yoongi felt the bed dip as your weight was suddenly lifted off. He didn’t think much of it though as he quickly fell back asleep. Your laugh is what ultimately woke him up.

His eyes were scrunched in annoyance as he tiredly reached for his phone on the bedside table. He could barely see as he typed you a message telling you to shut up and let him sleep.

His annoyance rose as he felt your phone buzz not too far from his. He contemplated whether to just fall back asleep again when he heard you laugh louder this time. He groaned as he begrudgingly rose from the bed and headed to the living room.

Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth, “I woke you up didn’t I?”

He just silently glared, before he grabbed you by the hand and led you back to bed. Once you were settled he rested his head on your stomach and closed his eyes.

“This is your punishment for waking me up,” he murmured before drifting back into the unconscious.

Originally posted by jeonbase

♡Hoseok♡:

Hoseok  could feel his eyelids begin to droop as he stared at the TV screen. He looked at the time and was surprised to find that it was already 1am. How had time flown so quickly?

You on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him. You were wide awake. Your feet rested on his lap as you browsed the internet through your phone.

Hoseok had become used to your late sleeping habits but he still worried you weren’t getting enough sleep. However,  he knew that there wasn’t much that he could do, as it was just who you were.

He stayed up a bit longer having decided to keep you company before the urge to sleep became unbearable.

He lightly patted your leg to get your attention before he moved to get up, “hey baby, I think I’m going to head off to bed now.”

You looked up from your phone and frowned as you could see the exhaustion paint his face.

“You should’ve gone to sleep sooner,” you told him with soft eyes.

He shook his head and gave you a warm smile, “don’t worry just try not to stay up too long.”

He leaned down to give you a kiss, before he headed off towards the bedroom.

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♡Namjoon♡:

You were trying to decide whether to watch another episode of your drama or sleep when your eyes wandered to the spot beside you. You could barely contain your laugh as you saw Namjoon with his mouth hung open as his chest rose and fell; a snore occasionally leaving his mouth here alnd there.

Though you usually stayed up late to catch up on your dramas or browse the Internet, moments like these are what you truly looked forward to. Seeing him sleep so peacefully was something you didn’t often get to see as he’d usually wake up before you.

Namjoon was well aware of your sleeping habits but they never seemed to bother him. He was quick to fall into a deep sleep regardless of how much noise you made.

A yawn escaped you as you noticed how the blanket had slighty slid off Namjoon in his sleep. You closed your laptop and put it away and readjusted his blanket before you turned the bedside lamp off,  and drifted to sleep.

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♡Jimin♡:

Jimin let out a yawn as he sat up in bed and stretched his arms. He looked towards your side of the bed and wasn’t surprised to find it empty. With a small sleepy smile, he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

He couldn’t help but notice how cold the floor felt against his bare feet. In fact, the whole house felt a bit chilly. Making a small detour he rose the heat so you’d be more comfortable staying up.

You heard him before you saw him. You found it funny that you could now identify his steps from others. 

“Hello,” you chirped from the dining table as he walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. 

“Hey,” he returned as he sat down beside you, “so what are you up to, today?”

You shifted your laptop to show him the picture you had just been editing.

“It looks good,” he smiled.

He kept you company for a few minutes before he placed a kiss on your temple, “I’m going to head off back to bed. Make sure to sleep relatively early, ok? Oh! Also, it’s a bit cold so maybe move to the living room where there’s blankets.”

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♡Taehyung♡:

Taehyung didn’t always wake up, but it did happen occasionally. However, today, or rather tonight, happened to be one of the times he did. 

You felt him stir awake beside you and you took your earbuds out, “I didn’t wake you did I?”

His eyes still a bit hazy, he sat up in the bed and shook his head, “no.” You felt relieved, the last thing you wanted was to rob him of his sleep since it was so important that he was always rested. 

“What are you watching?” He murmured as he looked towards the screen of your laptop. 

“It’s a new kdrama that came out,” you explained as you saw that he was unfamiliar with what he was seeing. 

“Is it any good?” He asked genuinely curious. This was something that happened occasionally too. You often stayed up to watch dramas or youtube videos and if he happened to wake up and find them interesting, he’d stay up with you.

You took a few minutes to explain the basic plot line to him and after garnering his attention he went to the kitchen to grab some snacks before joining you again. After laying the laptop in front of you both, you finished another 2 episodes before dozing off.

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♡Jungkook♡:

Jungkook was already waiting on the couch for you, having gotten used to this habit of yours. As you came back down from changing into your pyjamas, you noticed various snacks strewn all over the coffee table.

Your eyes slightly widened, “where did all those come from?” You were genuinely curious as you hadn’t seen them in the kitchen earlier.

“I bought them on my way home,” he explained with a smile as he moved over on the couch so you could sit down.

“So what anime are we watching today?” He asked curiously as it was your turn to choose.

“Hmm I was thinking Your Lie in April, maybe?” 

“Isn’t that one supposed to be sad?”

“Yeah, but I heard it was really good!” 

With a nod he agreed to your choice and you laid on the couch and rested your head on his thighs. Once you were settled he kissed the top of your head before he reached over to throw a blanket over you so you wouldn’t be cold. 

After each of you picked your choice of snack, you began your usual long night. 

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Both admin k and i felt this request on a personal level. We both stay up too late these days lol….anyways, I hope it came out ok and that you guys like it!

~Admin Coffee

Life’s a Party (Batfam)

Requested by an anon

Summary: It’s date night for Bruce and Batmom, but when they come home chaos is unfolding within the mansion.

Warning(s): Shenanigans!

Life’s a Party BONUS PART

The marina was calm and quite desolate tonight, which made for the perfect location for a date. No one was going to bother you and it just so happened to be one of the main hotspots of activity lately, though the lack of people begged to differ. Nonetheless, it meant that Bruce was able to keep a watchful eye on the area while also showing you off as his arm candy to the stars and moon that shined down on you.

Neither of you barely said anything, enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over you both as you walked. The chill of the air coming off the water only gave you an excuse to walk closer to your beau. He always managed to make dates perfect somehow, even if they were interrupted by maniacs or calls from the principals office - though thankfully tonight he didn’t have to answer to either. It was just you and him, with each other’s undivided attention.

But alas, all good things must end and after hours of aimlessly walking around and talking about anything and everything, you decided to head home. As the car pulled up the long driveway you both could tell something was going on within the house from nearly a mile away. All the lights seemed to be on and music could be heard bumping through the walls like a heartbeat.

“I guess this is what we get for letting Alfred have the night off,” Bruce commented sarcastically, earning a snicker from you.

“I think it’s about time we show them how to really party. Don’t you, dear?” You suggested with a devious look on your face, one which Bruce returned just as deviously.

Hand in hand, you both walked into the house through the garage door, the music thumping into your core. As you progressed towards the epicenter of music and strobe lights, the house became steadily messier and showed signs of empty alcohol bottles and confetti just simply everywhere. The first child you found was Duke, completely passed out sideways in a rocker.

“Is he dead?” You questioned, half serious and Bruce shook his head after taking a pulse and let the sense of relieve wash over you both momentarily.

With a sigh from both of you, you continued your pursuit and not before long, you had slipped into the mass of people gathered in the main ballroom. The sight before you made you both stop and just stare.

Dick was showing off his acrobat moves, currently swinging from the chandelier as Barbara cheered him on from the staircase. Jason was screaming demands at the DJ from the “dance floor.” Tim and Cass were dancing next to each other while Steph had to prop herself up with help from the drink table. And Damian… Damian was no where to be seen which worried you more than seeing him involved in this mess.

The twitch in your eye made you want to go ape shit mother-hen on all of them, dragging each of their most likely intoxicated bodies to their beds. But, no, you had a much better idea. Bruce was thinking the exact same thing and wrapped a hand around your waist before pulling you close to him. A devilish smirk crossed your faces and you emerged yourselves into the crowd, locked together so you wouldn’t lose the other.

In your travels you both acquired a drink and held them tightly in hand as you started dancing with each other. Purposely sloppy, you made sure the two of you were making a scene, grinding, and yelling, and kissing until the people around you started to notice. Just as you had hoped, they began moving away from you, no one wanting to dance next to the old grinding couple, a few of them even realizing who you were.

After about a half hour, the room cleared out enough that a few of the kids spotted you, freezing in place. Bruce notice and motioned in their direction, making you turn your head to spot Tim, Cass, and Steph. The shock on their faces made you laugh and even Steph, who was clearly the most inebriated, widened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows as if you were figments of her imagination.

“Hey guys! Nice party!” You yelled over the music to them as if you were just another couple of random partygoers.

The lack of anger on yours and Bruce’s faces terrified them all to the core before your face immediately dropped into your trademark serious ‘you’re in deep shit’ look. “It’s time to end it.”

Steph nodded slowly, seeming to take a different meaning to your words as she slurred a goodnight and shuffled along the walls up to her bed. With a shrug you watched her, at least one of them was making this easy though the other two just stood and stared.

“Now,” Bruce chimed in with his own stern look and Tim and Cass bolted, no doubt to find the others and tell of their situation.

Arms folded over your chests, you and Bruce stood side by side in the middle of the ballroom, watching as the people filed out and the music stopped. Jason let a string of expletives out as he started cleaning up bottles before even acknowledging your presence. Tim and Cass kept ushering people out, stumbling slightly in the process.

Dick still hung upside down from the chandelier and he waved with a smile when he saw you, though his words were slow and slightly slurred, “Heyy Mom! Heyy Bruce! You’re home early!”

With a sigh and a hand on your forehead, you offered a small wave with your other hand and rather unenthusiastically replied, “It’s three AM, Dick. Now get down from there.”

When all of the kids stood in front of you, excluding the ones already passed out or the one that was MIA, you looked them over with a disappointed frown before Bruce spoke up, “Tomorrow you’re cleaning this place up. And then we’re going to have a looong talk.”

“But for now, get to bed.” You chimed in, most of the glares being sent towards Cass and Tim, especially considering they were underage.

The two nodded and headed off to pass out, Tim actually glad for once when his head hit the pillow. After they left the room your attention turned back to the three left in front of you. Babs’ cheeks were flushed, her body telling you she obviously participated in the evening’s events. It was clear the second you walked into the room that Dick was far gone and you had to admit, you had some respect for anyone who could do acrobatics while drunk.

But when you looked Jason over, your eyes squinted. “Jason? Are you sober?”

Dick wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder and piped up for him, “Jay was our party mom tonight!”

“Dick, honey, go to bed. You too Barbara.” You softly told them and they nodded, slowly and hesitantly heading off in that direction.

“Just wanted to make sure no one died. Cause y’know, I know how that feels and it’s not very pleasant,” Jason explained sarcastically, brushing off the silent allegations that he did it because he was worried and turned to continue picking up a bit.

With a sigh, Bruce put a hand on your shoulder, “I’m going to make sure Duke’s still alive, and make sure he gets to bed.” You nodded up at him and gave a small smile and swiveled to take in the whole image of the trashed ballroom.

anonymous asked:

But what if like exchanging different foods is how you get married on ALL desert planets in the Star Wars universe? Who does Anakin accidentally marry? Who does Shmi accidentally marry? Who does Luke accidentally marry?

Anakin and Padmé have literally been married since they were nine and fourteen; he’s VERY confused when she insists they have to get married AGAIN, but maybe that’s a Naboo thing?  

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“I’m sorry, I thought–you’re not already married, are you?” Cliegg asks worriedly, and Shmi gets a brief, wistful look on her face, thinking of a long-ago dinner table and the long, long-gone man who’d eaten her food and taken her Ani to a better life, who’d left her an empty house and half a box of rations from some far-off planet she will never see. 

“No, he … he’s passed on, now,” she replies quietly. “And anyway, it wasn’t his people’s way.” 

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“Um,” Luke says, turning bright red. Lando gives him a puzzled look in return, wagging the mug of space hot chocolate he’s holding out to him. 

“Yes or no, kid?” he asks, raising a pointed eyebrow. 

“Yes!” Luke blurts, then looks horrified at himself, grabs the hot chocolate, and leaves. He comes back twenty minutes later with a triumphant, glowing expression and a bottle of Lando’s favorite space wine, which–odd, kind of, but Lando is NOT complaining. 

Obey the Law

Pairing: You/Taehyung

Genre: smut (police!au)

Word Count: 4,237

Warning: smut, handcuffs, swearing

Summary: You didn’t believe hot cops were real, only a fantasy. But then you get yourself in trouble and have the pleasure of meeting Officer Kim Taehyung.

A/N: I saw those pictures of Tae in the cop hat and I lost my mind a little, enjoy this garbage. Let me know what you think!

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House Party

Characters: Dean Ambrose x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected (wrap ur willy!), Dirty talking.

Summary: You show up to a friends house party in which Dean Ambrose is also there. You guys finally have a conversation after months of small talk backstage and… sexual tension. Smut. Smut smut smut.

I warily walked into the threshold of Naomi and Jimmy’s home, the music engulfing my ears as soon as I had stepped in. I closed the door behind me before making sure no one else was coming in, though I’m sure I was probably the last guest to have arrived.

It was a celebration at their home, all of our coworkers being invited to let loose and talk about their long week as Wrestlemania finally came to a close. Everyone was unwinding and enjoying a few beers, dancing to the music. Not only were fellow WWE superstars here, but even some people who worked backstage that people were cool with were here, too.

Naomi had begged me all night to show myself at their wonderful home, but me being the antisocial that I am, I kept kindly declining to which she would not take that for an answer. “Just have a few drinks,” she texted over and over. Finally, I gave in.

I walked to the familiar crowd of people which included Naomi, Charlotte, and another backstage friend.

“She finally makes it!” Charlotte cheers, squeezing me in for a hug. I smiled and hugged back, looking over her shoulder at the party, specifically catching eye contact with Dean Ambrose, the most mysterious guy I think I’ve ever met. I finally broke the contact, pulling from Charlotte.

“Hey,” I smiled at everyone, taking a glass of wine that Naomi had already prepared for me.

“We knew you’d come, girl. Go mingle.” She winked, inching her head over towards Dean. The girls caught on and chimed in annoyingly. Dean and I only ever exchanged a couple of words when we would pass one another, but I couldn’t deny that I did think something about his rough, gruff look was very attractive. The girls always detected it I guess and would never stop teasing me about it. Dean didn’t seem like the type to get involved in backstage gossip, though, so I hoped he didn’t hear anything about me having a stupid school girl crush on him, which I did.

I of course never acted on it because we never really crossed paths, him being in his group of buds and me being in mine. He is a very chill guy, and I always tried to strike up a conversation with him but never really knew what to say. Something told me though that after a few drinks, maybe tonight could be the night.

I shook my head. “No guys. Not gonna happen.” I laughed before taking a bigger sip than usual of my alcoholic drink.

They only rolled their eyes and changed the topic, and throughout our conversation it felt like Dean and I had been exchanging glances the whole time. I only told myself it was probably him wondering why the hell I kept staring at him.

“I’m gonna go look for a beer.” I told the girls as I headed for the kitchen, trying to get a change of scenery as for some reason my eyes just kept venturing over to him. I brushed past him as he was leaning against the kitchen counter, and opened up the fridge to find a cold can. Beer honestly wasn’t my thing and I would prefer some shots of tequila right now but those aren’t exactly provided at house parties.

I swiftly opened it and took a quick swig.

“Hey babe.” Seth called out to me, teasing playfully. He was standing right beside Dean, them obviously having their own conversation before Seth saw me. I nodded at him and began to approach the two.

“Hey.” I smiled at the men, Seth returning a warm smile as he had an empty beer can in his hand, doing a once over on me. Seth and I did always have flirty encounters or conversations, but it never really came to anything as he really isn’t my type. He has hinted a few things or two, which I would politely decline and we’d continue on as casual friends. Then it would repeat.

“Didn’t take you for a partier.” Dean commented, looking at me in what looked like amusement on his face.

“Are you kidding?” Seth chimed in, “she’s a sucker for partying. Yeah, uh huh, don’t act like you don’t remember the time at that one bar. I forgot the name of it.”

I scoffed and shook my head, laughing. “Don’t even bring that up. I was a mess.” I sighed, playing with my hair in the comfortable silence. I decided to say something else.

“To what you said earlier, Dean. I do like my fair share of partying. Not so much house parties though. More like show up to a bar with a friend and get wasted, then forget to pay the tab and skip out on the bill…” I trailed off realizing I was rambling, but Dean was in a fit of chuckles now as I explained one of my many crazy nights.

“You sound like more fun than I thought.” He replied, it sounding like he meant something more than he was saying, and I brushed it off with a small laugh.

“Yeah, you’ve never tried to get to know me, huh.”

“Sounds like a loss on my part for that.” He responded, his eyes staring deeply into mine. I didn’t know what to take from that and I felt a sudden warmth between my thighs from his looming stare and suggestive tone.

“Get a room, won’t you?” Seth said in feigned disgust, in which Dean and I were still staring into each other, Seth’s voice seeming so faint even though he was right beside us. Though I didn’t even notice he had walked off and started conversation with a nearby girl.

Dean took another swig of his beer before he spoke, “how are you liking the WWE so far?”

I rolled my eyes playfully, “really? We’re gonna go with that? I can’t tell you how many people have came up to me asking that word for word.” I giggled, my liquid courage sneaking up on me.

“Okay. My bad,” he chuckled, surprise on his face at my sass. I was surprised too, but something told me that he liked that sort of thing. This was the most words we’ve exchanged so far and I didn’t want him to remember me as the shy girl who wasn’t even remotely memorable.

“That dress compliments you really well.” He broke the silence, his eyes glued to my army green bodycon dress. It accentuates every one of my curves, being met by black thigh high boots that I had borrowed from Summer Rae in which she told me I could keep.

I grinned in response, putting my weight on one of my legs as I shifted a bit.

“Why is it now that you wanna talk to me, Ambrose? Because I’m wearing a dress that just barely covers my ass, or is it the fact that you can tell that I’m obviously not wearing a bra?” I said as I glanced down at my chest. I added playfulness in my tone but I was serious at the same time. This has been one of our first interactions and all he could do was bore his eyes into my body. Not that I didn’t like it.

I thought I heard a small groan from him at my words. “Honest? That could be a big part of it. You really do look stunning tonight. I do regret not striking up more of a conversation with you sooner. I’m always you know, just in my own head. But I mean, could you blame me? I think every guy on the roster has looked at you more than twice since you came in here.”

The sexual tension was increasing and I didn’t know what to do. I liked to call myself a confident girl, and I could initiate things but when it came to this man I felt like a teenager thinking of what to say to her crush. But then again I thought about Dean. His rough, edgy and mysterious personality obviously wanting a girl who could think for herself.

I stood up on my toes and whispered into his ear, getting dangerously close. He smelt of alcohol and faint cologne. “Follow me up to a room?” I bit my lip with a smile as I backed away to see him completely intrigued, that being my cue to turn around and head up the spiral stairs, soon hearing him come up after me. I didn’t care whether the other superstars knew what we were up to at this point.

I picked the first bedroom I saw, hoping it was some guest bedroom and not Naomi and Jimmy’s. I took the last sip that remained in the beer can and set it down on the end table. There Dean was, at the entrance of the bedroom not hesitating to walk in and shut the door behind him, the blasting music being only slightly silenced.

His shaggy hazelnut hair laid over one of his eyes, his hand instinctively pushing it out of the way. He wore a white t-shirt that clung perfectly to his fit torso, and dark blue jeans. In two quick strides he was leaning over me and he brought his hands to the sides of my face, looking into my eyes once more as if he were asking. I pulled the back of his head to me and engulfed him in a hot, quick kiss.

His kisses were rough and fast, my lips almost feeling pained but loving it at the same time. I was really doing this. I was going to sleep with this man and the most we’ve talked was literally the same night. I felt no shame in it, really feeling a rush as I pulled onto the ends of his hair. He pushed me back further onto the bed, now leaning over me as our steamy kiss ensued. His tongue slipped into my mouth and we were going at it. His demeanor screamed dominance and I was ready to submit to him.

He pulled away to lift his shirt up off over his head, then going for my boots to slip them off.

“Although these are sexy as hell, I want them off.” He groaned, throwing them behind him on the floor. He pushed my legs open with one hand before getting a glance at my black underwear. He smirked to himself before pulling up at my dress, needing the two of us to slip the tight fabric off.

“Fuck.” He groaned once my boobs bounced out, completely bare and perked up for him. He was in the middle of unbuckling his belt before turning his attention to them, holding one of them in his warm, rough hand, massaging it while the other boob was met with his warm, wet mouth. A moan left my throat as I arched my back up to him.

“Please, I need you. No time for that.” I begged, bucking my hips up at his waist. Another smirk played up on his lips. “Okay, baby.” He slipped off his jeans and in one swift motion his briefs were off too. His rock hard shaft bounced against his stomach and he wrapped his hand around it, pumping himself all while using his other hand to get my panties down in a swift motion. It was mesmerizing to watch him please himself, the way he did it so quickly and his eyes glazed over with lust, my heat was probably pooling by now. He brought his finger up my slit suddenly, and I gasped, looking down at the sudden contact.

“I wanna go down on you so bad. I bet you taste amazing. That’s gotta be for another time though, huh?” He cooed, pumping his one finger in with ease. He looked up at me, a sweet teasing expression on his face.

“Mhmm, and then I can suck your cock.” I teased back, lacing my tone with lust. He groaned to himself again before lining himself with my entrance, “can I fuck you raw, baby?” His tone was so dark, and deep, and teasing all at the same time. He was so dominant and his sweet, cooing tone was turning me on more than I could explain.

I nodded desperately, wanting him inside me already. He pushed in in one swift motion, my wetness making it all a breeze. He was more on the thick side than in length, but it was already reaching the places it needed to.

He didn’t stop once as he pushed all the way in, his pubic hairs brushing up against my clit. He pulled out all the way, doing the same thrust as before. He picked up a rhythm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out anymore, me not wanting to lose the warm contact. I moaned once his pace increased. His thrusts going at me so hard. I felt like I could break underneath him as he slammed his hips against me, his once steady pace turning into fast and hard thrusts. Whimpers erupted from me as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and looked up into his eyes, before he broke the contact to watch himself disappear inside me.

I was definitely more vocal in moans than Dean, but his face said it all.

“You feel so fucking good. This pussy is so good.” He groaned into my ear, his hands gripping onto my hips harshly. He knew I was gonna feel that tomorrow and I think that turned him on even more. I pulled him down into another kiss, this one being much sloppier than before. Our tongues were all over each others’ and his thrusts felt so good at this point, I never wanted it to end.

He reached his thumb down to my clit as if he were reading my mind, applying slow lazy pressure to it.

“You love the way I’m fucking you,” He gripped back onto my hips, applying a rough pressure in which I whimpered in response. “Tell me you love it.”

“You’re fucking me so good, Dean. I love it.” I panted out, a whimpering mess underneath him. I forgot about anyone else downstairs or around us as I felt my orgasm come close. Dean let out a low grunt, feeling me tighten around him.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby. Who’s making you moan like this? Who’s fuckin’ you good like this?”

“Dean!” I shouted as I arched my back up off the bed, a wave of pleasure washing over me. I dug my fingernails into the back of his shoulders as I let my orgasm take over, my eyes flashing open to see him watching every moment of my climax, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chased his own peak.

“Oh, shit.” He let out another deep groan before slipping out, jerking himself only twice before hot shots of his cum spurted onto my stomach. I moaned, watching him come undone and his eyes closed tightly. His mouth was opened, sweat beading across his forehead.

He opened his eyes to see me swiping up some of the cum off my stomach, my eyes innocently locked onto his as I sucked on the salty substance. We stared at each other in silence before he quickly leaned down and swallowed me in for another kiss. He pulled away slightly, his forehead still on mine.

“You are somethin’ else, baby.”

(a/n: if you’re on desktop, you may have to zoom to read cause my theme sucks at being compatible with long imagines lol)