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Hands To Myself

Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. 
Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

I mean I could but why would I want to?


It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on. 

[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him. 

And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head. 

Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day. 

Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip. 

Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents. 

Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom

Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door. 

“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled. 

Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.” 

“Ew,” Harrison groaned. 

“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso. 

“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.

[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered. 

Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off. 


[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry. 

Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”

Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.” 

Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her. 

“No, I’m gross.” She whined. 

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.” 

Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?” 

“The twins,” he responded, following her in. 

“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.” 

Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets. 

Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased. 

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered. 

“What?” 

Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.” 

Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.” 

“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself. 

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends. 

“Hey Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”

Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”

“Do you not find me sexually attractive?” 

Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?” 

Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.” 

[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.” 

“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body. 

Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?” 

Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.” 

“No, like now.” 

Now?” Tom asked in surprise. 

“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”

Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”

“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

“You have a point….”

She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?” 

“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.” 

Selcouth

☇  hogwarts au

genre: pretty much fluff ( but maybe a lillll bit of angst??)

pairing: jimin // you

word count: 4.8k

warnings: none

Description:  “hi, you don’t know me, we’re from different houses, and i’m not exactly sure how to tell you this, but i think your cat is in love with my toad??” was all you wanted to tell him. Only it goes terribly wrong when Park Jimin mistakes you for one of his one night stands. You hope that’s the last time you’ll ever speak to him, only it’s too late. Once you’re on his radar, you won’t be able to get rid of him.

A/N: inspired by a prompt i saw floating around tumblr!! although it got reaaaaally off track and long


selcouth (adj.) - unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous

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“Agh!” you yelp, hopping backwards and scrambling for something to hold onto. You get a glimpse of a long, fluffy orange tail before it disappears under your bed. One of your house mates, Heeyeon, looks up from where she’s doing her Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

“Why are you so loud?” she sighs, leaning back onto her hands. She watches as you slowly crouch down.

“That stupid cat is here again,” you say, frowning. Heeyeon slides off her bed and pads over to join you by yours.

“Again?” Both of you lift up the dark blue bed sheets that cover your bed, just in time to see a streak of orange fly out. You cry out, while Heeyeon fishes out her wand and flicks it. The door to your dorm slams shut, with the orange cat colliding into it.

Mreowwww,” it wails, scratching at the dark mahogany door. You wince at the noise. You’re sure there’s going to be scratch marks.

“How does it even get in here?” you mutter as both of you slowly walk towards it. You and Heeyeon decide to stop a good two feet away when the cat spins around and hisses at you, its fur bushing up.

“I swear, the poor cat is in love with your dumb toad,” Heeyeon comments, shaking her head. “Last time we found it, it was like kissing it.”

You glare at her. “Okay, it’s not exactly my toad. It’s Jungkook’s, and I’m just helping him look over it while he’s gone for Christmas.”

“Same thing,” says Heeyeon, tentatively using her wand to poke the large cat. It whips its head around and slashes at her.

“What the hell!” She scoots back, barely avoiding its claws. “Why is it so violent?”

“Well don’t poke at it, obviously.” You both watch as it continues to scratch at the door. A few moments later, the door swings open. 

Kyulkyung, your best friend since your first year at Hogwarts, screams, tripping over the orange blur as the cat streaks out of the room. She places a hand over her heart, her large brown eyes wide.

What in Merlin’s beard,” she gasps, “just happened?”

“Some cat keeps getting into the Ravenclaw common room and into our dorms,” you say, standing up from where you were crouching and patting down your robes.

“I’m seriously wondering how it gets in here, like you need to know the answer to the riddle,” adds Heeyeon. Kyulkyung’s eyebrows furrow.

“That cat seems awfully familiar,” she muses. “I feel like I’ve seen it around the corridors near Slytherin.”

Heeyeon wrinkles her nose. Back then, Slytherin and Gryffindor were mortal enemies. But now, it was your house, Ravenclaw, that absolutely despised Slytherin. Both houses were full of intelligent and clever students, causing a lot of competition. At first, it was just house points and academics, but soon it escalated to even Quidditch.

“That’s it!” Kyulkyung suddenly snaps her fingers, a triumphant look on her face. “I know whose cat that is.”

“Who?” you ask, heading back to your bed to collect your books for your next class of the day, which is Charms. Though it is Christmas break, classes still go on. They are easier though, the usual academic rigor gone since most students aren’t here. You take this chance to further your studies and learn ahead.

“The Slytherin hottie Park Jimin.”

You trip on your robes.

//

“Okay, so, how am I supposed to tell him?” Charms had just ended, and you, Kyulkyung, and Heeyeon are now entering the Dining Hall. All three of you eye the Slytherin table, eyes trained on where a certain boy is sitting with a few of his friends. You are surprised he didn’t leave for Christmas break.

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What makes a good Sugar Baby?

I’m often asked: “What makes a good Sugar Baby?”

Unfortunately there isn’t a magic potion that transforms you into Aphrodite, nor is there a definitive set of qualities you need to succeed in the bowl. However I’ve noticed a few common traits that almost all genuine Sugar Daddies look out for.

1) Confidence

Possibly the most important thing for a Sugar Baby to possess, confidence is essential for every situation you encounter. This means you should feel confident in everything from the way you look, to the way you walk and the way you talk.

You don’t have to love everything about yourself, just be aware of your best qualities and make sure you showcase them to your Daddy. Be warned though, there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance!

2) Flexibility

This doesn’t mean you need to be a super supple contortionist! – It does mean that you need to get used to your Sugar Daddy’s schedule. There’s a good chance that you are not the only commitment in this man’s life; he’s likely juggling a high-flying career, friends and potentially has a family to think about too.

With this in mind it’s not unheard of for plans to be made, cancelled and rescheduled last minute; so the ability to be spontaneous whilst maintaining your independence is a great skill to master. A Sugar Daddy doesn’t want to hear you moan or whinge – if he’s genuine he’ll know he’s let you down and will find a way to make it up to you!

Of course, it’s not unreasonable for you to have commitments too; make sure your Sugar Daddy respects these and is aware of any boundaries you may have.

3) Attentiveness

Being attentive doesn’t mean you need to cater to your Sugar Daddy’s every whim –whatever he might like to tell you! However a good Sugar Baby quickly learns to assess what her Daddy needs from her. Some men are lacking intimacy in their lives, others are searching for a companion or confidant, and some just want to relive their youth or unwind after a long day at the office.

Does your Sugar Daddy want a relationship or something more casual? Does he want to be told he’s fantastic in bed or does he just want to feel desired?

The sooner you can work out what your Sugar Daddy wants, and whether that’s something you can realistically give him, the sooner you’ll start seeing some serious sugar coming your way.

4) Ambition

The chances are your Sugar Daddy has had to work hard to get to where he is today; he’s not likely to want to share that success with a girl who behaves like an entitled princess (unless that’s a fetish of his).

A common complaint I see from Sugar Daddies is that aspiring Sugar Babes lack ambition or are only interested in materialistic things. So if you’re looking to fund your education, dazzle him with your smarts; if you have entrepreneurial flair, suggest a business idea, or simply show you’re passionate about something more than Louis Vuitton and Louboutin’s. 

Share these dreams with your Daddy – you never know, he might be able to help them come true.

5) Honesty

Girls, you know how frustrating it is when you’re talking to a promising POT, you meet him, only to discover half of what he told you was false… well, it turns out a lot of Sugar Babies are guilty of the same crime!

If you’ve never been horse riding, don’t say it’s a lifelong interest; if you’ve never been to the ballet or opera, be honest about it; if you’ve never ventured outside of the M25, don’t pretend you’ve been backpacking around the world. You will be found out!

Never feel like you have to lie about yourself in order to attract a ‘certain type’ of Sugar Daddy. Anyone who is genuine wants to hear about you and what you’re interested in, not the ubiquitous activities that pseudo ‘posh’ ‘rich’ people do.

That doesn’t mean you need to be totally honest when he asks the inevitable: “Did I make you cum?” ;)

As you can see from these tips; there aren’t any special or mysterious qualities that Sugar Babies are blessed with but mere mortals can only dream of… almost anyone could become a Sugar Babe if they wanted it badly enough.

~ KittensPeach ~ x 

Good Luck Daddy - Chanyeol one shot

A/N: I never understood the “Daddy” kink, and then I laid eyes on Chanyeol and I have been fucked up ever since. I feel like this goes without saying, but, uh, smut.


You were backstage before a show. It was the final show of tour, and you were ecstatic to have Chanyeol home for an extended period of time after this.

You had been hanging out with all of the guys before the show as they had hair and make up done. You were sat on a chair next to the door watching the whole process.

They had decided to straighten Chanyeol’s locks and, though you loved his bouncy curls, when his hair was done like this, it did something extra for you.

“Ten minutes until show time. Let’s get mics on,” you heard the stage manager call out. The guys started piling out of the room. You called good luck wishes after them. They grinned and waved at and high-fived you on their way out.

Chanyeol hung out behind to give you a quick kiss. You whispered, “good luck, daddy,” against his lips. He immediately straightened up; you heard the door slam shut and the lock turn.

Next thing that you knew, you were against that same door. Chanyeol was pressing your wrists against it firmly with his large hands.

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Rock Hard - Tom Hiddleston

N/A: You guys are awesome, y’ know? I hope that God have mercy on my soul and that I haven’t written anything wrong here. but if I did let me know, please. And please, I need to know if I have a chance to improve on this topic or if I should discard of my options! I hope you guys have fun! (I think I shouldn’t be allowed to choose titles) 

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It was late at night when you finally came home, tired after the intense hours of rehearsa, you mentally thanked yourself for having the idea to shower and change clothes before leaving your ballet class. You slowly unlocked the door and tried to be as quiet as possible, leaving your bag at the side of the entrance and locking the door again. You got rid of your shoes and walked in your fingertips amid the dark apartment, knowing that your boyfriend would already arrived from his trip and would be sleeping. But then your breath caught in your throat when you arrived in your bedroom doorway, seeing him lying amid your white sheets and being illuminated by the moonlight coming through the open window. You bit your bottom lip admiring his physical exposed and gulped when you noted that he was naked. And awake.

“Tom?” you whispered, feeling the heat rise through your body, an effect that only he could cause on you so quickly.

“Yes, my love?” he leaned on his elbows so he could look better at you, licking his lips before smirking. 

“I missed you.” you lifted a hand to your hair, releasing of the bun and letting it drop on your shoulders. You suddenly didn’t feel so tired, the way Tom stared at you increasing your arousal.

“Show me.” he ordered hoarsely, making you shudder.

“Don’t take your eyes.” 

You smiled innocently, rising your hands over your thighs, lifting your dress slightly before taking your hands to the buttons, opening them up one by one and letting your fingers caress the skin that was being exposed. Your dress fell to the floor exposing your breasts and lace pantie, you slid your hands from your neck to your breasts, caressing them for a moment before sliding your hands toward your panties, playing with it before you take it.

“Stop.” Tom ordered again, making you look up searching for his eyes, smiling when you noticed the lust in his blue ones. “Come here.”

You approached the bed with slow steps, but having time to support only one knee on the mattress before Tom pulled you to straddle his waist and wrap his arms around your back. His mouth went directly to your breasts, playing with his tongue before he pulled your nipple between his teeth, sucking hard. You felt his fingers splaying around your throat, making you arch your neck a little and whimper. Then with a quick movement his body was hovering over yours, his knees pressing your thighs apart, and a  whine scaped from your lips as he quickly tore your lace panties and one of his hand moved between your legs to press against your clit. 

“Are you already wet for me, my love?” Tom groaned against the skin of your neck, you felt him sucking your sensitive spot and you knew that the next day would have a hickey there.

Yes…” you moaned,  trying to move your hips to reciprocate his movement on your clit, but Tom noticed your intentions and pulled his hand away to hold on your thigh while the other hand he used to support him on the mattress. “Please, don’t tease me anymore.”

“You need to behave first, baby girl.” you heard him whisper while grinding down onto your core, you bit hard your lower lip to keep a moan and Tom chuckled, lifting his face to be able to stare at you. “Who am I trying to fool?“

You moaned loudly in surprise when you felt Tom thrust hard without notice, he didn’t wait for you to get used to him and kept moving into you. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders while your body shivered with each deep thrust. With almost a month without him, your body was on fire and completely sensitive so soon you felt contracting around him tightly, and Tom’s eyes rolled back. 

Shit, you’re so damn tighter than before.”  he growled in pleasure,increasing the speed and strength, making the sound of your bodies bumping against each other take the room in mixture of your groans. “I will not last long tonight, my love.”

“Almost… Oh, Thomas.” you mewled, feeling one of his hands between your bodies moving against your clit and your head roll back on the pillows, your lips parted and your moan got caught in your throat as your orgasm came powerful. 

Tom moaned next to your ear when he reached his climax, decreasing slowly his movements until he stopped and fell at your side, gently pulling you to cuddle in his chest. You were silent as you tried to catch your breath and you just giggled when you felt Tom’s heart beat wildly. He kissed your temple than kissed your hair, stroking your face before sliding his fingers up to your chin, lifting your face to look at him. Tom smiled tenderly, leaning to kiss your lips with all his passion and longing, pulling out a small sigh from you.

“God, how I missed you.” he sighed in relief, holding you against his body a little longer before raising from the bed, he picked up his shirt that it was your favorite handing to you so then he could put a boxer, Tom smiled as he lay back on your side and watched you put his shirt. “You’re so beautiful, I really am one of the luckiest men in the world.”

“And I’m one of the luckiest women in the world.” you giggled, lying with your back against his chest so you could sleep spooning and he readily hugged your waist, hiding his face in your neck.

“What would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t be one of the luckiest men in the world.” you sighed, closing your eyes as you felt him chuckle behind you.

“I love you too, my love.” Tom kissed your neck, and you felt your heart warm. You loved make sex with your boyfriend, but what is really good are the moments that you’re like this.

I know.”

No Regrets (Part 10 - Final)

Summary: When the reader finally coughs up the courage to ask Bucky out, it turns out, he’s not that interested. Or is he?


CATCH UP: No Regrets Masterlist



A/N: On a fresh wave of confidence in my smut, there’s a little smutty finish to my first Bucky series. Because, you know, Bucky might be old fashioned, but some things never change…



Word count: 2.1k


Warnings: Light smut and swearing.

Originally posted by hopevandyne



Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and escorted you towards the lift. You could feel his fingers tapping on your coat nervously.


‘Impatient?’ You smirked at him. He bit the inside of his cheek as shook his head.


‘Now… behave, little girl…’ he murmured. You straightened up, grabbed his arm and squeezed it closer around your waist.

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Let me tell you a story or two...

One time I was 10 years old and there was this kid in my class called Liam. He was my friend, and we played together a lot. People used to pick on us, saying we were boyfriend and girlfriend. One day I gave him a kiss, and after that he changed. He started to hurt me, to hit me. I would spend all my lunchtime running and hiding from him, hoping he didn’t find me, and if he did, I had to run again. I used to spend all my time in the school library coz I knew he couldn’t hurt me there with all those people around. He would pick up things on the ground when we were in line and throw them at me when the teacher wasn’t looking. He made my life hell until I told my mom who is the incarnation of the fear of God. She went after him and made him so scared he wouldn’t go near me again, but I was still afraid of him.

Another time when I was 11 there was this boy in my class called Jordan. He had a crush on me but I didn’t like him so he got mad and started picking on me, but I was used to it by then, it didn’t affect me. He tried to tell my friends that I flashed him when in actual fact he had been trying to stare down my shirt, but they listened to me. When that didn’t work, he got a bunch of his buddies to ambush my 8 year old sister who didn’t even know them. They attacked her while she was playing tag with her friends and they made her black out. I didn’t find out until we all got called into the office by the principal. When I got there I was crying coz I was so worried, and the guy who knocked my sister out claimed he did it out of peer pressure. I kept trying to give my side of the story but I was sobbing too hard for my sister who kinda just sat there a bit confused.

Another time I was 13 and there was a guy called Diarmud. He was pretty popular in school, and he didn’t speak to me at all, and neither did I to him. One evening he came to my neighbourhood to the tree we all played at with a bunch of his friends from football. He seemed slightly drunk, as were his friends, and they kept calling to me and my friends. I felt uneasy but I still stayed to play. Diarmud kept calling to me, but I ignored him, and then all of a sudden, he walked up to me. He came right up and raised his fist to punch me. I put my arms up in defence and he stopped. He laughed, and then he sauntered back to his friends who were all laughing & applauding. I was so upset my sister had to take me home, shaking and in tears. I hadn’t stopped when I got home and I had to explain to my dad, who found him hanging around outside our house the next day. My dad went out to “speak” to him and he never even so much as looked at me again.

Each of these stories ended with the boy being in trouble, but they changed how I looked at boys. After the first boy, I started to believe that people didn’t care what boys did to me. After the second boy, I started to attack boys who I thought would be a possible threat to me; on my first day of school at 12 I dragged a boy around the class by his ear because he seemed like he was going to be a problem in the future. He was, but for different reasons than I anticipated. After the third boy, I believed that all boys wanted to hurt me, that they would attack me if I didn’t do as they told me. I know now that in most cases these are untrue, but I also know something else.

Telling me that boys hurt me because they like me is not okay. Telling them it’s okay to hurt me when I don’t return their “affection” is not okay. 

For every encounter a girl has with one of these jerks, it shapes her to despise men, to lack empathy for them. It can totally distort her idea of love, it can breed hatred towards the entire male sex, like it did for me. She won’t see a human, all she will see is a creature, a creature to be distrusted, one she must hurt to keep it away from her. It is very easy to stop seeing men as people after an encounter like this.

Please, keep girls like I was safe. Help us keep our empathy, our happiness, our ability to see men as equals, not as monsters.

Three years old

Part 1

April 14th, 2017

It took David a full five minutes to figure out what was happening. Which was kind of embarrassing if he considered that his clever three-year-old probably didn’t even need half of the time to come up with this brilliant, almost oscar-worthy plan to make a theatrical entrance. And to fool her parents.

He woke up to her kicking at the covers beside him. Then there was some of the usual rustling and just when he thought she was about to climb on his chest and wake him with a sweet “It’s my birthday, Daddy,”, she crawled towards the foot of the bed and, almost as quiet as a mouse, slid down to the floor.

Now more than curious of what was going on, David opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to the side, catching a brief glimpse of a rustled blonde head in a pink jumper quietly opening the door and slipping outside. And then complete silence.

Weird, David thought and waited. And waited and waited and waited.

After a couple of minutes, he heard a quiet voice coming from outside and some scratching on the wall. It almost sounded like she was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall and talking to herself. Almost as if… as if she was waiting for something?

And that’s when David realized what was going on.

As quietly as possible, he scooted closer to Gillian, who was resting on her side facing him, still soundly asleep. “Hey, babe. Wake up,” he whispered and slid his right arm around her warm waist. “Gillian, wake up.”

“Hmm?” she hummed approvingly and blinked herself awake only to see him putting his index finger against his lips to sign her to stay quiet. She looked at him in confusion and mouthed a silent “what?”

“Listen!” he said, and looked at her expectantly while listening to their daughter’s sweet little voice coming through the gap.

“Is she sitting in front of the bedroom door?” Gillian asked in a confused whisper after awhile, eyes still only half open and eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” he nodded and couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing her. She was so unbelievably soft and beautiful right after waking up.

“Why?”

“I think she is trying to make us believe that she hasn’t slept in here tonight. And a few days ago, she told me that she’s going to be a big girl now and that she would start to follow the rules.”

“What rules?” she slurred, getting more confused by the second. She remembered some rules somewhere in the back of her head, but had their daughter ever followed one of them?

“Just wait and see!” he said and turned onto his back. And then, a big, hearty yawn came out of his open mouth and he stretched his arms and legs so that the sheets were rustling.

Barely five seconds later, as if she’d waited for the slightest sign that one of her parents were finally awake, there was a soft knock on the door, and suddenly Gillian remembered one of their rules: knock before you come into Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom after the birds started to sing outside. She had never acted on that rule before.

It was absolutely hilarious, and Gillian had trouble holding back a bark of hysterical laughter. This little girl was truly a blessing.

David grinned at her knowingly and waited five seconds before replying with an extra-tired “yes?”. And almost in the same moment, the door was pushed open and in walked a beaming, three-year-old Eaden.

Gillian wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen such a big smile on her daughter’s face, and there sure had been a lot of big smiles in all those three years now. She looked so proud and adorable walking towards the bed in a confident, bouncing pace.

“Hey,” David greeted her exuberantly and held out his arms as she climbed up the bed, and pulled her on top of him. “Good morning, beautiful. Where are you coming from?”

“From outside!” she said proudly and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, as if she was waiting to see if her parents would look through her little plan or not.

But before Gillian or David could say something, she apparently decided to change the topic to more important matters. Excitedly, she looked between her parents and suddenly threw her arms in the air.

“It’s my birthday today!” she called out and kicked her little legs into his pillow.

“What!” David looked at Gillian in feigned surprise.

“Daddy! Mommy! I’m thwee!”

“Oh my god! Happy birthday baby girl!” Gillian said cheerfully and put her arm around her daughter to pull her down for a big kiss. “Wow! I can’t believe you’re three years old now!”

“Happy birthday, Eaden!” David pulled her into a bear hug. “You’re such a big girl now! We love you very, very much!”

“Yeah,” Eaden nodded and rested her head on David’s chest, grinning at her mother. “And I know the wules now!”

Gillian chuckled and let David pull her close to them. “You know the rules now?”

“Yes! Do I get my pwesents now?” she asked and put her fingers into her mouth, suddenly concerned if her efforts were enough to be that “good, well behaved girl” who earned herself all those presents she’d asked for. Although she wasn’t sure if it was enough for that little brother she’d desperately asked for, but certainly for the pack of chewing gum.

“Yes, baby,” Gillian smiled affectionately and stroked a few strands of hair behind her daughter’s ear, fighting hard to hold back the tears. “Let’s go downstairs, have your birthday breakfast with all the things you like and open up all those presents waiting for you! How does that sound?”

Eaden smiled happily and flung her arms around her father’s neck. “Like I’m a veeeery good girl!”

anonymous asked:

I love Sansa's "Alayne Stone" story for many reasons, but the main reason why is because we get to see a side of her that she always had, but she suppressed it due to her courtesies. We get to see her sharp-tongued, snarky, sassy side. Honestly, when i read some of the Alayne Stone chapters, i was so surprised. I was like "wait what? Did she just say this?!".

My favourite is the one in TWOW when she can’t stop salting Harry the Heir, lol, though it also gives me an… unpleasant/creepy vibe for reasons.

it’s interesting because we don’t know if that’s part of her naturally growing up, if she’s finding in her Alayne persona a way out of the social constrictions and taboos connected to her former status, or if she’s adjusting to people’s expectations of how a bastard girl should behave. Probably all of this. Bastards are invisible: they’re neither players nor prizes, and unless they overstep their boundaries nobody really cares for them. Sansa used to have the spotlight firmly planted on her, because of her heritage and status. Alayne is a nobody, the bastard daughter of a minor lord, and counts nothing—hell, she even looks like nothing special (something to remember in her future interactions with Harry), her gorgeous auburn hair replaced by a plain shade of brown and modest clothes. In part, she resents this invisibility (and sometimes forgets what’s her place, like that time when she “accidentally” wore Tully colors), but it also gives her an unique leeway, the opportunity to watch and learn things unobserved and unnoticed, make people spill their secrets and store them for later, not unlike Arya’s wanderings in Braavos under various aliases.

but bastards are also seen as untrustworthy, less moral than /regular/ people, thus less worthy of being treated with respect. They’re “wanton”: there’s no wench half so lusty as one bastard born, Marillion says as he proceeds to paw Sansa, who under Alayne’s guise has no longer her status to shield her from unwanted sexual contact, and is even expected to be enthusiastically available. I think she immediately realizes that she can no longer act like the sheltered, innocent girl she is (or used to be)—that persona worked as best as it could when she was in King’s Landing, but now it’s useless and, if anything, suspicious. 

So she creates a new one, one that’s older, wiser and more experienced, more worldly than what she really is. She models Alayne around the idea that bastards must fight for their right to exist since they moment they’re born. She adapts. She doesn’t drop her courtesies altogether, but she adjusts them to the new situation, hones a new, sharper edge to her still formally polite words. She gets bolder with LF in calling him out on his shit (though interestingly we get less of that in AFFC, when aunt Lysa is gone and she’s Alayne for everyone except him, as if she subconsciously recognizes him as her only source of power). She still blushes a lot, but she’s working on it. She gets practical, because “bastard brave” girls get shit done (see her assertiveness with Sweetrobin and the maester). I think there’s also a degree of trauma connected with how everyone saw Sansa Stark as “stupid” (to the point that she started believing it, or at least wondering if it wasn’t true) that now she’s shedding… by disassociation, but still.

anyway, yes. I totally wonder whether, once she sheds “Alayne” from her system too, something of the bastard brave girl will remain, and which parts specifically.

Some thoughts about Sana and the Girl Squad.

Ok, so, I don’t think the girls are “ignoring” Sana and I mean, “ignoring” her in a negative way. I think that the girls just don’t notice which change is going on. From the moment they know Sana (as she always told them) isn’t interested in having a boyfriend/having a love interest/having sex/talking about guys they just don’t think that much about it, as it is almost a well-founded thing. What I mean is basically that they don’t notice Sana isolating herself from the group or, if one of them would, this one would think it’s “okay” because Sana is just not interested in those kind of things. They would think it’s normal. That that is just Sana being herself. But there’s clearly a miscommunication. They don’t know what Sana is going through. They don’t know that Sana started feeling something for a boy or whatever it is. They just don’t ask themselves “could Sana be interested in one of those boys? Why is Sana not joining?”, because they always saw her so proud, so strict, so serious and so steady on her arguments. I’m not saying the girls are behaving well towards Sana because they could pay more attention on what is going on around them so they could notice that actually Sana is excluding herself, or at least, they could notice the expression on her face. It’s just they are wont acting that way and thinking Sana is okay with all of that. They think she’s the same as always. Maybe Sana started being interested in Yousef not a long time ago. I am 100% sure that if Sana told the girls about her interest they would HELP HER IN ANY KIND OF WAY. Also they would be shocked (in a positive way) and happy at the same time because now they can try to let Sana anywhere near Yousef, they can help her and talk all together about the most common things girls of their age talk about, ALWAYS respecting Sana’s boundaries and ideas. It’s not that the girls care less about Sana, why would they? Didn’t you see how they immediately tried to help Noora when they found out about William? They support each other and they don’t do it (in this case) because it’s Noora. They would do the Same for Sana, this is 100% assured. They just should pay more attention to what’s around them and notice how Sana is feeling at the moment. They should link that to the “even if to Sana her faith is more important than those things, she’s a human, she can be interested in someone, maybe we should talk to her and find out why she isolates herself”. I think the girls love each other all in the same way. They feel so hyped in these situations that can’t keep an eye on Sana because they think she’s always the same. Also I know that if Noora knew about Sana’s interest for Yousef she would IMMEDIATELY take distances from him. So yeah, I hope the girls will notice the looks Sana and Yousef give to each other. And also I hope Sana opens herself to them and tries to talk about this thing. I want the girls to be together and supportive with one another as we saw in the previous seasons.

The first time my father saw me as a boy I had bloodied knuckles and one eye swollen shut. He had stared at me, face slack in shock. I think in that moment he was beginning to understand how the emotions inside me were manifesting. In cracked plaster, split lips, dark bruises. I was angry - angry at myself for being so weak and angry at the world for making me the way I was. The teachers told me I was a problem that needed to be remedied at home. I’ll never forget the teacher standing in front of my father who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. ‘You need to teach your daughter how a girl should behave,’ she told him, voice haughty like my father was slow, incompetent, lacking. My father has always struggled to translate Russian to English and then back again, something I could tell bothered him, especially in public when strangers would slow their syllables and smile encouragingly as if he was a toddler instead of a businessman. But his first and foremost language has been love. He didn’t know the English word for couch but he knew how to drag an electric razor over my scalp when I told him I hated my hair. He knew how to throw out all of my clothes and take me to the store so I could shop for some more - this time in the men’s section. He knew how to listen attentively, sometimes asking for clarifications, when I told him what I needed to do if I wanted to be happy. He knew how to sit on the edge of my bed one gray morning and take my hands in his. ‘Judson’, he said softly, a name that came from me asking the day before if he would rename me something better and has since been the dearest thing he has ever given me, ‘it is time for breakfast.’ He knew what I wanted and what I needed but I also recognized how he was struggling to understand what it meant to be transgender and how it conflicted with his own faith.
I also know that my father straightened up in front of that teacher and pulled me up alongside him. His face schooled into quiet rage, an emotion I had never seen on him before he spoke. 'His name is Judson and he is not my daughter. He is my son.’
—  j.l - “his first language was love”
Birthday Sex

Prompt: You and Roman have been an item for a while. You plan a surprise party for his birthday. Dean helps you and Roman sees you spending time with him and gets jealous, thinking you are cheating. Just as he is about to confront you he walks in on his surprise. Followed by smut about you being his and only his. Anon. I added Daddy!Kink to this. It’s pretty damn smutty.

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Better Than You’ll Ever Be

Summary: Standing up for Peter against Flash, somethings are revealed.

Warnings: Hot make out session? Like, a curse? I mean, Peter is a babe so this should be a warning, for his sake.

Words: 1430.

Based on: Hearts Burst Into Fire by Bullet For My Valentine.

A/N: IDK! It’s my first imagine so please be nice ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩˚

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Originally posted by wearebravee

“Hmft…”

    Peter mumbled against my lips as we kissed. We’ve been making out in my bedroom a while now. I was on top. My legs intertwined with his. His hands trailed my waist and my sides from time to time, I’d grab the sheets or mess with his hair. No matter what I did at that moment, it’d always earn me some ‘vocal sound’ from him. Moans, whines, sighs, curses, giggles. Peter was such a babe sometimes that it makes me feel so lucky that he’s mine. Like, I just wanna love and protect him with all my forces, even though we’re both Avengers. 

    I guess our difference were that my identity was revealed as soon as I joined the team. I had no family, no one, so if Tony could handle his identity being public that well why couldn’t I?

    It became a light problem when I had to go to midtown highschool. The fake people wanting to befriend me. A few teachers flattering me for no reason. But I guess I saw that coming. I managed to make a few friends, from music to art class and a few that I met in the school library, I new those were true friends, not wanting to meet me just for my status. And it wasn’t like Peter and I avoided each other at school, we’d acknowledge each others presence from time to time and smile at one another in the hall. But we didn’t want all the attention to fall on top of him. Well. I guess that’s what I wanted for him.

    After a breathtaking kiss, Peter cups my cheek with his hand and push me lightly away, just enough for us to rest foreheads. Both of us panting softly, smiling like dorks at nothing but us. I give him a few pecks, his smile widens. Oh how I love him.

“Babe-” Kiss “I gotta-” Kiss “Go!” One more kiss and he laughs.

“Nooo, please don’t, pretty pretty please?” I whined dropping a few quick kisses on his neck. His grip on me tightens.

“You know that if I could I’d stay every night with you, but we got school tomorrow, and I can’t arrive later than usual at home or May will freak out” I pout.

“Okay” I get off of his lap, letting him pack his books and comb his hair with his fingers. I get up and do it myself, I love the feeling of his hair in my fingers.

“You’re something, you know that?” He says smiling and kissing my forehead.

“You might have said that once or twice” He leans in giving me a last kiss, this one was passionate and slow, the butterflies in my stomach went mad. When he pulls apart I moan softly.

“See you tomorrow?” I can only nod, still recovering from that last kiss, he smiles and leaves. Geez, that boy will be the death of me.


“Hey, Parker!” I hear Flash Thompson’s voice shouting in the corridors. Shit.

    For no apparent reason, I learned that Flash bullied Peter, and oh that made me so mad. We even argued once about it, I defended how he should stand up for himself, but he just said it was nothing and that he didn’t want me envolved.

“What’s going on, Ned?” I ask Peter’s best friend who had stay in a distance, afraid of what Flash could do.

“Aah… I don’t know? The usual… I guess”

“Why does he let him do that?” I ask more to myself, sighing and worrying about my boyfriend.

“I ask myself that every time” Oh, yeah, I had forgotten that Ned knows about Spiderman.

“Well, this ends right now” I mumble and walk in their directions “Peter!”

    As I say his name all of the attention drops on me. Even Flash and his monkeys who always follow him around got startled by it.

“Hey, handsome” I say flirty and kissing his cheek.

“A-Ahm… Y/N-” He stutters. SO CUTE.

“Sorry, I know you said we couldn’t be seen together at school, but I just had to say… Last night, it was amazing, you took me so right and…” I bit my lips and close my eyes sighing “And I don’t want it to be a one time thing” I pout, caressing his chest with my hand.

“What?”

“What?” Flash and his friends looked lost.

“Yeah… What can I say? He’s better than you’ll ever be Thompson, and I don’t have to see ‘yours’ to know who’s bigger here” I tell them and turn my attention back to Peter “The team will leave for a mission today, so it means the tower will be all by myself, it’s so lonely babe, why don’t you drop by later and we can make that biology project?”

“Holy shit, we have a biology project? What about?” One of Flash’s friends ask. He sounded genuinely worried about a school project.

“Human anatomy” I giggle and stand on my toes to press a kiss on his neck, just below his ear. I watch as Peter’s face flush a sweet pink color before biting my lips and walking away, making sure to sway my hips just a bit too much.

“What did just happen?” Ned asks as I walk past him.

“Just helping a ‘friend’ out” I smirk and head to class.


“Were you being serious?” Flash interrogates me as we were in PE class, unfortunately, that was the only class Peter and I didn’t have together.

“About what, Thompson?”

“You and Parker… Like, really? Out of everyone in this school?”

“Why does it bother you so much? Did you really think you’d have a chance with me?”

“You become an Avenger and suddenly becomes stupid?” I throw the basketball in my hand in his face.

“You can talk shit about me how much you want, but don’t open your dirty mouth to say anything about my team, or Peter Parker”

“What does he have that I don’t?” He asks following me around.

“Oh, do you want in chronological order or the alphabetical one?”

“This can’t be serious! You just put on that show because you felt pity of him, didn’t you?”

“Are you even listening to one fucking word of what you’re saying? Fuck off, Thompson”

“What if I don’t stop messing with Parker?”

“Uhmm, you know I’m an Avenger right? You just said it a while ago, also, I happen to be the only one who know the Winter Soldier trigger words look at that! You know the Winter Soldier right?” I smile devilishly at him. He stops following me and talking shit. I only hoped I really didn’t have to use Barnes on this subject. It’s be a low blow… For Bucky, I mean.


“You’re insufferable, you know that?” I see Peter face as I close my locker, I smirk.

“Yeah, I do” I sneak my arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss. Not caring about who was walking in the hall or not.

“Why did you do that?”

“I couldn’t stand watching he bully you, Peter! I know you won’t fight back so people don’t get suspicious but, I’m already a public hero so…” I bite my lip and lower my head, feeling embarassed that he got mad at me.

    I hear he sighs. But feel his arms pull me in for a hug. He rests my head on his chest and I hug his waist. His hand was massaging my scalp and I feel him pressing a gentle kiss in my hair.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Hmhmm, I love you too, Peter”

“I have so much attention right now…” He complains, I look up at him and apologize “Don’t be sorry, it’s kinda of funny actually, I went to the bathroom and one of Flash’s friends was there, all he could say was ‘shit’ and he left” We laugh.

“Well… You could show me that later? I meant it when I said the team would be out for a mission and I’d be left behind” I raise one eyebrown.

“Maybe, you’re really in need to behave better, baby girl” He whispers in my ear, pressing feather like kisses in my neck.

“K-Kinky, are we?” I stutter as I try to contain a few moans. After all we were still in the school’s hall.

“Oh, you have no idea, after today, babe, you’ll have to be caried around” My eyes widen.

“Well… W-What are we waiting for?” He smirks and gives me a last kiss before pulling me towards the school gates.

Please don't hurt me

I don’t believe in the “Marco is a trans-girl” theory. I like the term genderfluid, though for now, I only see Marco as a biological male who doesn’t care for gender stereotypes. The most recent episode showed how well he could stay in character as a princess to a point where being called “she” didn’t even faze him. Everyone else saw him as a girl, so why not? He doesn’t see appearing and behaving like a girl as a bad thing, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be a boy.
Basically, he’s biologically a male, but identifies as neutral. Or genderfluid. Whatever he wants to be at the moment.