good god and his voice


hoseok birthday bonanza!

day 06 - dancing

Newlyweds with the RFA

A/N: right so I’m an idiot bc i accidentally deleted the ask but this was requested by anonymous so here’s some cutesy fluff hope you like it lolol


  • You wake up before he does
  • He looks so peaceful sleeping next to you
  • lololol of course he’s drooling a bit but that’s ok it’s cute
  • His limbs are draped over you like a freaking koala bear but you don’t wanna move and wake your new husband so you settle with a smol kiss on the tiny bean’s nose
  • He does that super cute thing where he crinkles his nose a lil and you giggle
  • Yoosung opens his eyes slowly and when his eyes come into focus he just sees you lying next to him with the prettiest smile on your face
  • He begins to remember the wedding the night before and now he gets to wake up to you every morning and
  • He’s just so in love
  • He doesn’t need to say anything but there’s this big goofy grin on his face before he kisses you and holds you even closer
  • You’re both just so happy and in love and neither of you can’t wait to start the rest of your lives together

  • He wakes up first after an *ahem* eventful wedding night wink wonk
  • As he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, he can’t help but just admire your beauty
  • He’s convinced you’re the eighth wonder of the world
  • “How did I get so lucky?”
  • You stir a little bit and slowly begin to wake up to see your new husband
  • Zen places a soft kiss on your forehead as he mumbles a “good morning, princess”
  • god kill me if I ever hear his morning voice UGH
  • You wrap your arms around him and snuggle closer
  • When you lay your head on his chest you can hear his heartbeat and it’s just so soothing and you nearly fall back asleep
  • Zen notices and lets out a small laugh you know the really deep sexy laugh and ah fuck
  • But his eyes are getting droopy again and he ends up falling asleep with you curled up to him and a small smile on his face

  • When she wakes up the morning after the wedding, she reaches over to your side of the bed
  • But for some reason, you weren’t there
  • Now she’s awake and wondering where the heck you are
  • But then she starts to smell something
  • She sees you in the kitchen with a mug in each hand and gahhhh
  • Her heart is fluttering like crazy and she’s got the cutest smile on her face
  • And you’re smiling too because omg look at baehee my wife with her bedhead and cute pajamas and akdhakhdks
  • You hand her a mug of her favorite coffee and a kiss on her cheek
  • Jaehee is just so overwhelmed with love and happiness and she just blurts out “I love you so much, MC”
  • lol you better considering you’re MARRIED smh what a dork protect her
  • You just smile and tell her you love her too

  • You wake up to the smell of pancakes the morning after your wedding
  • At first, you’re really disoriented because you aren’t at the penthouse and forgot you and Jumin immediately went on the honeymoon once the wedding ended
  • But once you get your bearings, you head over to the kitchen to see Jumin making your favorite strawberry pancakes
  • You wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his back
  • You can’t see but he’s smiling like a dork
  • “Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well.”
  • Jumin turns around to place a kiss on your lips as you hum contently
  • You both stay like that for a moment before you decide to help him make breakfast
  • The entire time you two are stealing glances at each other and pecking each other on the lips as you cook omg how cute
  • He’s just looking forward to a morning like this with you every day now

  • Okay so just like Jaehee he wakes up and sees that you aren’t in bed next to him
  • Poor baby goes into PANIC MODE
  • Seven starts to wander around the house looking for you
  • “MC, where are you?”
  • “What if she’s hurt?”
  • baby calm down she literally went to the bathroom to go pee lol
  • He practically engulfs you in a big bear hug and is going on about how scared he was
  • You’re just standing there like “omg you’re so dramatic jesus christ”
  • It’s okay you love the child man anyway
  • You just go along with it and give him reassuring kisses and snuggles
  • He literally bridal-style carries you back to bed to cuddle even more
  • Seven is just super happy to finally call you his wife!!!!
Daryl x Reader - Daddy's little girl (Request)[SMUT]

@daddydaryldixxon REQUEST TIME UM hey daddy daryl dixon is the best ever you could dish out some rough kinky daryl shit, showing his rugged wild side cause his no mercy vibe is pretty great 💯

Hope you like it! It took me 2 days to write it😂

WARNINGS: Smut, daddy kink, spanking, fluff



I wake up with the feeling of Daryl breathe on my neck.

I smile, thinking about what we’ve done all night; the sew was so passional but also full of love

I turn into his embrance and I notice he was already awake

“good morning sunshine”

Oh god, his raspy voice is such a turn on

“good morning to you too baby” I answered before kissing him.

The innocent kiss became more sensual until Daryl get on top of me, starting a trail of kiss from my neck to my jawline

“Baby…"I try to speak between his kisses

“Daryl stop!” i say giggling

He lift his head from my neck, a smile plastered on his face: “ What is it?”

“ I promised to Olivia I help her with inventory”

I get up and start to dress up, opting for jeans and a black tank top

“ I know you’re watching me Dixon, i can feel your eyes on my back”

Daryl get up to lay on his arms: “I can’t help when you have such a beautiful ass”

Laughing I walk toward our bed and get down to give him a quick kiss:

“ To be continued, I guess” I say before walking out from our bedroom


“…And with that it’s over

I give the folder to Olivia who looks at it with a smile

” Thank you (Y/n), you saved me"

Before I could answer Spencer walks into the garage with two glasses of lemonade:

“These are from my mom” he say with a smile

“ Thank you Spencer”

Spencer get close to me:

“A beautiful girl like you deserves a treat”

“ Oh shut up Monroe” I hit playfully his shoulder while laughing

Since my arrival at Alexandria, me and Spencer became friends.

He has a thing with Rosita and he knows that Daryl is my boyfriend so he knows better on try anything with me, however I know he’s joking so we keep talking and laughing with Olivia not aware that a certain redneck was watching us


“Baby I’m home!”

I call out for Daryl, knowing that is home since it’s almost dinner time

No answer? that’s strange


I keep calling him while I head to our bedroom

Just when I step into the bedroom I’m suddenly push into the wall

“You’ve been a bad girl”

He took my hands and keep them up agains the wall

I admit that I’m turned on by this, but I’m still a little confused

“Daryl… I don’t get what are you…

He shuts me up with a rough kiss, he’s tongue was fighting for dominance with mine.

While one of his hand keep mine agains the wall, the other one goes right under my jeans and panties

“Oh god…fuck yeah” I moan loudly while he starts to draw little circles on my clit

“Do you like my hands on you babygirl?

“yes…oh yeah…” I start to thrust against his hand, which speed up its movements on my clit

“Keep fucking yourself on my hand babygirl” Daryl whispers, biting and sucking on my neck

Oh god, I love this side of him

My screams and cries grow, I was so close

“Are you close baby? Is daddy making feel good?”

I couldn’t answer, from my mouth came out just screams and cries, he’s making me feel so much pleasure.

Suddenly his hand disappears:

“Why? I was so close!” I was so angry and turned on, a very dangerous mix.

“Because little girls that flirt with other pricks deserve to be punished"Daryl answerd sensually

He walks away from me, towards our bed where he sits down

His blue eyes are so dark and hungry, I have to bite my lips to not moaning

Daryl patted his legs before adding: “Undress and come lying down on daddy, babygirl”

I was so turned on that I almost tear off my clothes

Once I lay down on Daryl’ legs, he starts to massage my butt, trailing his hand down to my center

“You’re so wet babygirl” he says before slap me gently on my pussy

“Daddy please!” I cry out

“Please what?”

“Please punish me”

An hard smack collide with my left cheek, then he immediately hit the other one.

It’s the first time we do something like this, and I feel so good; Daryl’s hands are so big and rough and that’s enough to make me wetter

“Look at you, taking your punishment like a good girl”

“Aah…daddy you’re so good to me”

I can feel Daryl’s erection under me so I decide to give him some relief.

“If you don’t behave, daddy will stop right now, babygirl”

I stop moving, wanting to feel more of those spank

After almost 20 spanks, Daryl stops and start massaging me: “You’ve been a good girl, now it’s time for your treat.

. I rolled onto our bed, waiting for him to undress

Once he finished he lay down against the headboard:

“Come and ride daddy”

He hadn’t to tell me twice, I straddle him and alligned his cock to my entrance.

“Let me see how much you love my big cock”

Moaning I start to take him, moving my hips with a circular movement:

“Oh daddy… You’re so big”

Once I took him all, I start to move up and down fast, I need to feel him

He roughly takes my breast into his hands:

“These beautiful tits are mine” he says before licking them

“oh fuck yes baby, they’re yours”

Watching and feeling him playing with my breast encourage me to grind harder and faster.

“Look at you taking daddy’s cock… You’re so beautiful babygirl” he moans After a particular hard thrust.

We were so close to our high, the only noises are our moans and screams.

Suddenly, Daryl pushed me on the bed and straddle me:

“This pussy is mine” and with that, he enters me again

“Yes daddy, I’m all yours”

“Are you going to come babygirl?”

“Yes…oh yes, please daddy, let me come”

Daryl kisses my neck once again:“Then come on daddy’s cock”

That was enough, I came so hard I almost passed out.

“Daddy, come inside me, fill me with your cum… Please daddy

With a loud scream, Daryl came hard inside of me

He slump on me, hiding his face into my neck, living little kisses, while I circle his hips with my arms.

“Wow…That was amazing! I should talk with Spencer more” I laughed

“Don’t you dare sunshine”

When he tries to move away, I tighten my hold in him: “Please stay”

“Are you sure?”


Daryl scoffed at that: “I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No…You made me feel good”

I can feel him smile into my skin: “I love you (Y/n)” he leaves a soft kiss on my neck

I love you too Daryl


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anonymous asked:

I know your prompts are closed but I'm 26 and I just got diagnosed with early onset Parkinson's. but I've been a baking and piping for as long as I can remember. I have a bakery known for making really intricate wedding cake and I'm freaking out about loosing my main source of income. Basically what I'm asking is for a fic to help me cope. One where Alex is diagnosed with Parkinson's and it encroaches on her work and her sex life. If you have too much to do it's fine.

The 26 year old with Parkinson’s here again. I got diagnosed last week and I haven’t told my family. I don’t want their pity. I feel like Alex would do the same. I don’t mind some angst but a happy ending would be nice :). Thanks J.        

It starts with a shaking that she can feel, but that no one can see.

It starts with a trembling, like she’s trembling on the inside but it won’t translate into the outside of her body.

She doesn’t know whether to be relieved – at least no one can see – or scared – is it in my head?

She runs tests on herself and she tells no one.

Maggie notices anyway.

So does J’onn.

But when she loses balance on a basic mission and misfires her gun and Kara doesn’t believe her explanation that she’s fine, she’s fine, she just got distracted, she’s just tired, she submits to a full work up. Finally.

Maggie’s eyes are wide as she hugs herself in the back of the room, as she watches Alex get a full neuro exam, as she watches tubes get filled with her blood, as she watches the DEO medics whisper to J’onn and Alex’s body tense as she sits up and Kara has to hold her down.

“You people realize I’m a doctor, right? You realize I’ve been practicing longer than the both of you combined, that I – ”

“Alex – ”

“No! No whispering! No whispering and no sad eyes and no – just tell me what’s going on.”

And they do, and she expects Maggie to cry. Hell, she expects Maggie to leave.

Because already, Alex is running it all through in her head.

She won’t be able to hold a gun. Not even the ray gun that shoots so easily.

She won’t be able to reliably keep herself or others safe out in the field. Hell, she may not be able to navigate in the field.

And forget lab work, forget sticking needles into people’s veins and stitching up her fellow agents and conducting emergency field surgeries and…

And saving lives.

Forget saving lives.

Failed. Again. It figures.

And not just at work.

Because Maggie loves how steady Alex’s fingers are inside her, how strong. Maggie loves Alex’s precision, Maggie swoons under Alex’s touch. Maggie moans in ecstasy when Alex lifts her up and carries her into the bedroom, when she holds her down and fucks her senseless while whispering how much she loves her into her ear.

And now?

And now the failure is physical. Now the failure is everything. Now the failure is permanent.

She keeps her face steady and she listens as J’onn steadily instructs the medics to listen to Alex, to do as she says and continue giving everything to her straight up.

So they do.

Kara bites her lips and adjusts her glasses and holds Alex’s hand and asks more questions than Alex knew her little sister could have about biology.

Maggie doesn’t say anything at all. Not with words, anyway. She crosses the room and sits on Alex’s other side, and she kisses Alex’s forehead, but that’s all Alex knows because Alex won’t look at her eyes. She doesn’t want to see resigned obligation, and she doesn’t want to see pity, and she doesn’t want to see heartbreak.

She doesn’t know that if she looks, she’ll just see warmth.

“Yoga can help a lot, right?” is the first thing Maggie says, after a long while. “In addition to the DBS, if she decides to have it?”

“I’ll have it,” Alex says immediately, without hesitation and without emotion and without looking at her girlfriend.

“For a lot of people, yeah, holistic treatments can be quite effective.”

“See Danvers, I finally have the perfect excuse to get you to come to yoga with me.”

Alex hears the grin in Maggie’s voice and turns to her, finally, disbelief on her face.

“Why are you being so – ”

Maggie cuts her off – not something she makes a habit of, but she knows Alex, and she knows this isn’t going to be something Alex wants people to hear – “Guys, could you give us the room, please?”

J’onn nods the DEO doctors out, and Maggie lifts her hands to stop J’onn and Kara from leaving. “No, you guys are Alex’s family, I didn’t mean you guys should leave.”

They both beam down at her, and Alex waits.

“What were you saying, Alex?”

“Why are you being so… calm? I’m going to lose my job, my entire life, hell, our sex life, Maggie, it – ”

“Danvers, I’m not calm. I’m furious. You don’t deserve this kind of pain, and I know, I know, that this is going to be so hard for you. But ride or die doesn’t mean bouncing when things change, Alex. And it’s change. And that change is gonna be hard. Dead hard. But I don’t love you because you shoot guns and beat the shit out of people and are incredible in bed. Sorry guys.”

“Should I leave?”

“No, J’onn, that’s the most graphic I’ll get for now.”

“Thank god.”

“Alex, I love you because of why you do those things. Because you’re so desperate to protect the people you love, to fight for what you know is right, to take care of people, to make me… to make me happy, to give me pleasure. Wasn’t too graphic, was it?”

“Getting there, Maggie.”

“Sorry, Little Danvers, I promise it’s done now.”

Alex smiles, shocked that she still can, and her heart warms, shocked that it still will.

“Those things, Ally? Those things haven’t changed. Those things aren’t going to change. You’re still you. And we have a lot to figure out, a lot about how you’re going to move differently in the world now. But we’ll figure it out together, Alex. You and me and Kara and J’onn and James and Winn. We’re gonna figure it out. Together. Okay? You haven’t failed a damn thing. I promise.”

“You’re perfect, Alex,” Kara echoes, and Alex is shocked by the lack of pity in her voice. She sounds exactly like she did when Alex came out to her: full of love, full of emotion, but not full of pathetic sympathy.

And that? Alex can stomach that. She squeezes Kara’s hand, and when her own trembles with the effort, Kara just smiles.

“You’re my big sister, Alex. And you’re never gonna stop being a badass.”

“We should still come with a warning?” Alex asks, and Maggie kisses her hand as she watches the two of them.

“No one ever gave me a warning about you two,” J’onn deadpans, and Alex laughs at the normality in his voice, in the good god they’re going to figure out a whole new set of danger to get themselves in now voice.

“The Danvers sisters will always come with a warning.”


summary: Dan has a guilty pleasure: phan blogs. It’s a mixture of conceited arrogance and morbid curiosity, really. And really, it’s a mixture of these two things that lead to him catfishing members of his phandom and becoming a headcanon blog. After all, what harm can one headcanon do?
word count: 2,134/20,000
warnings (this chapter): recreational drinking, kissing, light fantasy


A couple of weeks pass where nothing noteworthy happens. Dan doesn’t have a big metal breakdown, comes to accept that his life now involves writing headcanons about himself and his best friend. They’re all platonic, domestic things, though, and nothing that their viewers couldn’t work out by watching enough of their videos. So it’s innocent.

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Mr. Stark (Tony Stark/Reader)

Note: found a prompt for Tony on @dirtyavengerssecrets and it inspired me to come out of my slumber as a writer, in general, and write something. I hope you enjoy!

**As for warnings, I guess smut.

You enter the conference room a few minutes after Steve has left. Everyone else in sight has gone away, to do whatever it is that they do. You approach Tony, who runs his hands through his hair with a stressed sigh. You knock briefly on the glass wall, and he looks behind him. His eyes are angry until he sees you, and they relax, a smile making its way onto his lips. You return the smile as you stop in front of him and run your own hands through his hair. He sighs and lets his head rest against your chest, and his hands rest on your hips.

“Hey,” you whisper with a smile.

His response is muffled by your chest, but you can only assume it’s something similar to ‘hey’. You ask, “how’s it going, baby?”

He sighs deeply before lifting his head, and he responds, “frustrating. Very frustrating.”

You frown, “anything I can do to help?”

He doesn’t answer. His eyes narrow slightly and he raises one eyebrow. You know that look. You gasp, “Tony, here? You know these are GLASS walls, right? Anybody could walk in and see us!”

He chuckles as his hands move to your ass. He purrs, “and they’d get a very good show.”

You raise your own eyebrow at him and he gives you another look. A look that the bastard knows you can’t refuse. He gives you the puppy eyes. He even gives you the pout of his lips.


Damn it.

You sigh in defeat, and he reacts with a triumphant grin. You give him a grin of your own as you straddle his lap. You’re suddenly very thankful that you have a skirt on today. He hums with satisfaction as one of his hands rests on your hips, as the other reaches into your hair and pulls you into a hard kiss. You return the kiss eagerly, and swipe your tongue along his lip. His mouth opens to you immediately, and your tongues quickly start to dance together. The hand that rested on your hip moves down beneath your skirt and starts to tease your lips with soft touches and grazes. His mouth moves down to your neck and his touch gets firmer on you. Tony moves your underwear to the side and one finger makes it past your lips. It grazes your clit and you jerk in surprise, a small moan comes out of you and you can feel his smirk against your skin. He focuses on that spot, circling your clit, occasionally swiping over it. He continues until you’re trembling and trying to keep your moans quiet. He notices this, and he moves his other hand to your hair, tugging it roughly. You gasp in surprise, and he purrs, “I want to hear you, baby, don’t keep it in.”

You whimper as he swipes over your clit again and your hands start to move on their own. They move down to Tony’s pants and you start to unbutton them. You quickly pull the zipper down and you reach your hand inside, quickly finding his cock. You wrap your fingers around it and he hums in your ear. You start to stroke him and his hips thrust into your hand. You stroke him for a few moments before you’re smacking his hand away from your clit and guiding his cock into you. He starts with small thrusts until he’s all the way in, and the thrusts get deeper. You start to ride him, your hands moving upwards. One rests on his right shoulder for leverage, and the other grasps his red tie. You tug on the tie, pulling Tony towards you. Your mouths connect and you both moan at the contact. You start to ride him harder and his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. When you pull your mouth away from his, he leans back in the chair and watches you, continuing with his thrusts.

He hums, “that’s right, babe. Just like that. God, you’re so good,” and he moans. Hearing his husky voice causes your grip on the tie to tighten even more.

“Touch yourself,” he commands you, breathlessly. You immediately comply, moving your hand from his shoulder down between your legs, and your fingers go to work, circling your clit, with the occasional swipe just like Tony was doing earlier. His eyes watch you touch yourself and you see him bite down on his bottom lip. The action causes you to tighten around him and he groans. He looks back up into your eyes.

“Do that again,” he whispers. You tighten yourself around him again and he moans your name. He starts to thrust harder into you and he holds your hips in his hands, and he’s soon slamming into you as best he can in this position. Your orgasm starts to build.

You whimper, “I’m getting close, Tony,” and he growls in response, surprising you.

“That’s not my name.”

You know the right answer to this unspoken question and you moan, “Mr. Stark.”

He purrs, “that’s right, good girl. Say it again.”

Your grip on the tie tightens more and you whimper, “yes, Mr. Stark. Yes!”

You squeak in surprise when he smacks your hand away from your clit and replaces it with his own. His fingers immediately start a fast rhythm, mercilessly swiping your clit. It sends you rocketing towards the finish line and you whine, “I’m gonna cum, Mr. Stark.”

“Cum for me,” he says roughly, and the sound of his command in that sexy voice of his pushes you over the edge. You whimper again and your face falls to his shoulder as you cum. He allows you to ride out your high before he takes control, slamming into you again. He surprises you again by grasping both of your wrists and pulling them behind your back. He pulls you against him, keeping your wrists behind you, and his mouth is right next to your ear, speaking filth, telling you how good you are, moaning and groaning your name. His pace quickens and he loses his rhythm, telling you that he’s close. When you know he’s on the edge, you tighten yourself around him again and purr in his ear, “cum for me, Mr. Stark.”

He does so with a shudder and he moans your name again. He rides out his high until he’s spent, and you rest for a few moments before you lift yourself off of him. You straighten yourself up and smile cheekily at him as you straighten him up as well. You tuck him back into his pants and zip him up, then you smooth out any wrinkles on his clothes, and you straighten his tie for him. He smiles at you, “such a good girl.”

Your smile widens and you nod at him. You stand up straight and he stands with you. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek and he gives you a sweet and soft kiss to your lips. And when he pulls away, he whispers, “I’ll reward you later on tonight.”

His voice has taken on that husky tone again and it makes you weak in the knees. He notices this and chuckles to himself. He gives a chaste kiss to your cheek and says, “get back to work now, dear. Don’t want you getting in trouble,” he winks.

You wink right back at him and pull him into a kiss. Smooth and sensual. You can feel him falling under the spell of your lips and you grin against his mouth before pulling away, leaving him breathless and wanting.
You back away out of his touch and smirk, “work hard.”

He chuckles, “you have NO idea.”

You turn and walk out of the room, saying over your shoulder, “love you!”

He watches you walk out of the room, paying special attention to the sway of your hips. He can’t wait to put his hands on them again. He grins at your back and responds with love and adoration in his voice, “I love you too, Mrs. Stark.”

Trollhunters FanFic – “Like for Like, Echo for Echo”

After the silence of loneliness, Barbara Lake is all too ready to chase after an echo only he can give her…

A prequel of sorts to An Amorous Attack.

The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…


Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =) 

Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store. 

Originally posted by hideawayandhaven

As always, I hope you enjoy! 

“You know…you didn’t have to walk me home.”

He arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making those (so unfairly gorgeous) green eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she had been worried until she realized that oh, that’s fluttering.

That had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush on your son’s teacher?

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Flirting Gets You Far

Originally posted by pans-dreamshade-of-neverland

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt: Could you maybe do a Peter Pan imagine where Peter gets jealous when other lost boys are flirting with (Y/N) because he’s secretly in love with you

Can u do a Peter Pan smut?

Warning: SMUT

A/N: I really love Robbie Kay. Like hot damn.

(Y/N) = Your Name,


You had lived on Neverland for as long as you could remember.  You had never had a real home until you had come to the island. The longer you had stayed, the more you thought of the Lost Boys as your family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.  But, there was one small problem. You were a flirt. You couldn’t help it, it was just who you were. Most of the boys understood that, and even jokingly flirted back with you. Hell, you even flirted with Pan. You told yourself that the Lost Boys knew you weren’t serious. It was all in good fun.

One day, around midafternoon, you found yourself bored out of your mind. Most of the boys had gone out hunting, leaving you, Felix, Peter, and a couple of the younger boys back at the camp. You sat on a log, whittling away at a stick you had found. Great, you thought, I’m so bored that I’ve decided that making a stick sharp is the most fun I can have. You groaned, and stood up. You glanced around the camp, and spotted Felix leaning against a tree, keeping an eye on the camp. “Felix!” you yelled out, making your way over to him. He looked over at you, and gave a lop-sided smirk in response. You leaned against the tree next to him.

“Felix, I’m so bored. Is there anything we can do?” you asked, looking up at him. He looked down at you, the smirk still plastered on his face. “I can think of something we can do.” He responded. You giggled and raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” you replied, the mischievous look still in your eye. Felix was about to say something, but all of a sudden, he got pulled away from you. Peter stood between the two of you, a murderous look in his eye. You would never admit it out loud, but in that moment, Peter Pan had scared you. “Felix, don’t you have anything better to do than to be flirting with our little Lost Girl?” he gritted out through clenched teeth. Felix’s smirk dropped, he gave a slow nod, and then he walked away. Peter slowly turned towards you. “(Y/N), come with me.” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand. You gulped, and nodded.

You followed Peter through the dense jungles of Neverland, until you finally reached his treehouse. Once inside, you stood in the middle of the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. You looked up at Peter, who still seemed as mad as before. He looked at you, and finally spoke. “Why? Why do insist on flirting with everything that has two bloody legs?” You were starting to get angry. “Why the hell do you care, Pan?!” His eyes snapped to yours, and you realized you fucked up bad. Your eyes went wide, and you slowly started backing up, until your back hit the wall. Peter stood directly in front of you, his face no more than a few inches from yours. “Why do I care so much? Because you’re mine.” He whispered, and smashed his lips to yours.

 You were shocked, and you had no idea what to do. Peter Pan was kissing you. What. The. Hell.  He pressed his lips harder into yours, desperate for a reaction. You slowly melted into the kiss. He spread your legs with his, placing his thigh between the now open space, and then took your wrists and pinned them to the wall. You moaned into the kiss, and you felt him smirk against your lips. He licked along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You easily complied, allowing him entrance to your mouth.  He broke the kiss, and starting trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. You moaned, loving the feeling of his lips against your skin. He moved both of your wrists into one hand, while the other one trailed up your shirt. He groped on breast through your bra, while still continuing his attack on your neck. “(Y/N), you’re mine. Why have a second-in-command when you could have the one in charge?” he whispered against your skin, malice lacing his voice. “Y-you’re the only one I want, Peter.” You moaned out.

 He smiled against your neck, and took off your shirt. He trailed his hand up your smooth skin until he reached the fabric of your bra. He reached around, and somehow unhooked your bra with one hand. He dropped your wrists to let your bra fall to the ground, and then immediately pinned them above your head again. His hand reached your breast, and started kneading the soft flesh. You moaned loudly, loving the sensations he was giving you. He started grinding his leg into your clothed core, causing to whimper. He moved his hand from your breast, and trailed it down to your pants. He unbuttoned them fast, and with a swift tug he pulled both your pants and panties off. His hand immediately found your core, and without a warning he pushed a finger inside of you. You moaned loudly at the intrusion, and ground against his finger, begging for more friction. He chuckled lowly, and kissed you hard. You immediately responded, loving his mouth against yours. He added another finger in your pussy, working and stretching you open. When he felt you were ready enough, he retracted his fingers, leaving you whimpering at the loss.

 He snapped his fingers, and his clothes disappeared. You took a moment to stare at his naked form. He was absolutely gorgeous. He noticed you staring, and smirked. He let go of your wrist, which was slightly sore, but you couldn’t care less at this point. “Jump.” He said, his voice deep from lust. You instantly jumped up and wrapped your legs around him, his cock against your core. He pushed your back against the wall, and positioned his dick at your entrance. He looked up at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded quickly, and he quickly entered. You gasped loudly, and let your back arch off the wall. Peter wasted no time slamming into at a relentless pace. Your hands flew to his head, your hands tangling into his gorgeous dirty blonde hair. “F-fuck, Peter! D-don’t stop!” you moaned out. He went even faster at your words, his pace relentless. You felt your climax quickly approaching, the sensations becoming too much. You felt Peter reach a hand between the two of you, his finger putting pressure on your clit. “G-god, (Y/N), you feel so good. Come for me!” he commanded, his voice cracking from lust. You screamed loudly, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Peter followed not long after you, a low groan of your name escaping his lips.

 You stood there, legs still tightly wrapped around Peter’s waist, trying desperately to catch your breath. Peter leans up and plants a swift kiss on your lips before carrying you over to the bed and laying you down. Your eyes dropped slightly, exhausted from the previous events. You felt Peter climb next to you and lay down. He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you closer. He placed a swift kiss to your temple. You smile, and hum in content, sleep washing you “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” You hear Peter whisper lowly. “I love you too, Peter Pan.” You say, as sleep finally claims you, letting you dream in the arms of the one you love most.

There Ch. 7 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello loves! I hope your day is going well. I just wanted to say that since I started writing fics, my typing skills have improved so much, like oh my lord. Today I’m going to the orthodontist, and they may or may not tell me that I can get my braces off.. just going to hope for the best! Enjoy this next chapter, I’m in love with writing this series, just as much as I am in love with Bucky Barnes. You’re amazing, and so beautiful in every way possible. Much love, xoxo

Description:You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?

Warnings: None

Chapter 6


The sun began to peek through the curtains of the bedroom, shining a streak of light onto your face. The warmth and brightness woke you from your deep sleep and you felt a pair of arms wrapped around your body, pulling your back closer to their chest. Bucky was still sleeping, and you smiled at your recollection of memories from the night before. Your eyelids were still heavy as you turned your head, getting a glimpse of the man behind you. 

“Good morning.” You whispered as your reached your hand back to place it on his cheek, pressing your lips tenderly against his. Bucky smiled softly, kissing you back. He moaned against your lips, slightly opening his steel blue eyes. 

“Mm, good morning, doll.” His voice was low and raspy, and god, did it make you weak in the knees. Strands of his long, black hair fell in his face, and you turned around in his embrace, facing him. You whisked them away, tucking them behind his ears, then you slid your hands down to cup his cheeks. 

“How’d you sleep?” You were gazing deep into his eyes, studying every little spec of color.  He placed his hand over yours, kissing your palm. 

“Wonderful. Probably the best sleep I’ve had in a really long time.” His look was sincere, and he leaned to kiss you on the forehead. You snuggled up to his bare chest, the warmth of his body and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept you grounded. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing. Maybe a little sore,” you gave him a wink breathing out a laugh, “but great nonetheless.” A big smile made its way across your face. He threw his head back, letting out a chuckle, feeling a little proud. Your legs were tangled together, and you were wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts that he had left when he spent the night a couple weeks ago. It was big, and soft, the words “army strong” were written across it. 

Bucky let his arms loosen around you as he rolled towards his side of the bed. “What time is it?” He looked at the clock that sat on the nightstand. “It’s 10:30 already?” He came back to you, a smile on his face. 

“I still have to pick up Vic from my mom’s house.” You tightly closed your eyes, trying to blink away the tiredness in your eyes. 

“I’ll drive, and I’ll make breakfast. You go get ready.” His metal arm lightly pressed against the small of your back as he pulled you in for a deep kiss. You felt his warm, full lips against your as your threaded your fingers through his hair. He pulled back, fixing his gaze on your bright, E/C eyes. “I love you.” 

You felt your heart swell in your chest, and a big grin came across your face. “I love you, too.” 

He let you go as he sat up on the edge of the bed, pushing himself off the mattress, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You could hear his feet pad against the floor as he walked to the doorway. He looked back, giving you a loving smile before slipping downstairs to the kitchen. 

You quickly got ready, throwing your hair up in your usual messy bun, to go with your effortless outfit. You were wearing a pair of old jeans and a tank top, pulling a black hoodie over your arms. As you came downstairs, you could smell the bacon from the kitchen. Leaning against the counter waiting for you was Bucky, who had changed back into his dress pants and button up, leaving the collar unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. 

“Hey, babe.” He gave you a smile as you approached him, kissing him softly. 

“Hi. Wow, you really did make breakfast.” You chuckled, pulling his body against yours. His chest vibrated against your face as he laughed. 

“You didn’t think I could semi cook? I’m offended.” He gave you that pout that you couldn’t resist. “Come on, let’s eat.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you to the table. 

He was, in all honesty, a decent cook. The two of you ate your breakfast, talking and laughing all the way through the meal. When both of you had finished, you offered to clean up, but he wouldn’t let you. You rolled you eyes at him, defeated. 

You tossed the keys to Bucky as you grabbed your purse, ready to go. As you placed your hand on the doorknob, he pulled you back, spinning you around, pressing a passionate kiss on your lips. You melted into his touched, deepening it. When you realized that this could lead to another hot moment between you two, you pulled away, a smirk on your face. 

“We can do this later. But first, we need to get Vic.” You pecked his cheek, getting out of his grasp and opening the door. As you walked out, Bucky landed a light slap on your ass. 

“Oh, I can’t wait.” 

Ahhhh I hope you liked it! So yes, there will be about 2 more chapters after this before I concluded this series. I have three new fic series’ coming, and if you want to know what they’re going to be about, click here. I love you all, have a wonderful rest of your day. xoxo



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Adventures in Parenthood

  Amelia Novak was nothing but astute in her search for the perfect couple to adopt her unborn child. She was no more than a child herself, only 17, destined for college, travel, all those things late-teens are meant to experience. Motherhood had no place on her agenda. 

  Dean and Castiel looked to be the perfect fit. Dean was cool, easy-going, the classic ‘dad’. Amelia was almost sure of her choice as soon as she met him, could hear cringey dad jokes lolling off his tongue as easy as the alphabet. 

  The thing that made her absolutely certain was seeing Dean with his husband. Castiel was Dean’s antithesis, politeness and etiquette fitting snugly alongside Dean’s informality, his scruffy attire and easy smiles. Those smiles turned all the brighter when they fell upon Castiel’s stoic face. If Amelia felt a little intimidated by Castiel, the way Dean looked at him was enough to ease her nerves.

  As it goes, she couldn’t have got Castiel more wrong if she tried. Once the papers were signed, sealed, delivered, it was he, not Dean, who called her, texted her almost daily for updates: how she was feeling, did she need them to get anything for her, how was the scan, did she have a copy of the ultrasound. Every time her phone buzzed, she felt another wave of affection for the guy, so well put-together, so seemingly cold-hearted, yet so endlessly caring.

  He was going to be a great father. 

  When her due date finally arrived, baby was punctual, as if they had been marking off the days on a calendar. Amidst the contractions tearing at her insides, she managed the call,

“It’s time, get your asses to the hospital,” she gasped, clutching at the seatbelt of her father’s car, before hanging up and throwing her phone over her shoulder.

  The birth was an agonising 32 hours, start to finish. According to her dad, Dean and Castiel stayed throughout the entire ordeal, hovering in the waiting room anxiously awaiting the news.

  When Castiel came to visit her, his normally perfect hair was mussed all to hell, greasy from his fingers tugging at the dark strands. He bent over the bed, placing a kiss to the top of her head. Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them gruffly with the back of her hand.

“Remember, we said no pictures, no news-” she stuttered.

“You have our word,” Castiel placates with a warm hand to her shoulder, “you’ve done so well, Amelia. You’ve been so brave.”

“Take care of her,” Amelia whispered, and the smile she received in response was enough to send more tears hurtling burning hot down her cheeks. She lets herself be pulled into a careful hug.

“I promise.”

  Little Claire was a handful from the start. 

  Dean was absolutely besotted with her, couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if he tried. He particularly enjoyed his husband’s insistence that babies bond better with skin-on-skin contact. Which meant a whole lot of wandering around their cosy little house in nothing but their boxers. All the live-long day. It took him right back to when they first started dating; mornings stretching out forever in the confines of whichever bed they’d chosen the night before, waking to careful touches and warm, hesitant kisses. Cooking their dinner naked, curling up on the sofa with full bellies simply because the world didn’t expect anything else of them. 

  It was a long time since he’d seen Castiel completely relaxed like he’d been back then, but he saw it now. Cas hadn’t styled his hair in days, there was dried milk on his forearm, and his skin smelled faintly of baby vomit. 

  And Dean couldn’t think of time when he’d loved him more.

  He kissed his husband almost as much as he kissed baby Claire. He’d taken to nuzzling his nose into her warm little tummy, blowing raspberries and planting little kisses as he breathed in that strangely addictive baby-smell. He was addicted to it, to her. 

  That being said, there were times he genuinely wondered who her paternal father was. Because, occasionally, tiny-ball-of-adorable-fluff Claire transformed into devil spawn. 

  First it was the sleepless nights, that shattered those first few heady days mercilessly and without warning. During the day, Dean honestly couldn’t fault her, but all of her redeeming cuteness was quickly forgotten when all the lights were off and he was curled tightly around his slightly sticky husband.

  She had a cry that Dean was almost certain could be heard from Timbuktu. That could rouse bats from their cozy caves all the way in England. Almost nothing would quiet her. 

  Dean tried humming his favourite tunes, cradling her tight against his chest. Smoke on the water, bat out of hell, back in black, nothing seemed to work. He’d tried the old whiskey on the end of the pinky trick, much to Cas’ displeasure. He would take her around their little house whilst he fed her from the bottle, showing her photographs of her uncle Sam, grandpa Bobby and granddad John, of her dads on various trips they’d taken over the years. Their wedding album. She would scream through all of it. Castiel fared no better, and it made them downright miserable.

  Days began to blend together for lack of sleep, which made Dean feel even worse when Cas’ paternity leave finally ended, and lie-ins and day-naps were no longer an option for him. Dean’s head swam with advice he’d found from his internet searches, from Ellen’s phone calls. 

  Then, late one Thursday, Dean was woken by something peculiar. Utter silence. He cast a glance to Claire’s cot at the end of the bed, to see his husband bent over the bars, cooing softly at their daughter. Who, for the first time in weeks, wasn’t crying. 

“Hey, how’re you doing that?” Dean pouts, rubbing his eyes and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He wraps his arms tight around his husband, still wrapped in his suit from a late night at the office. He hooks his chin over Cas’ shoulder and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. 

  Claire has her podgy fingers wrapped tightly around Castiel’s tie. And she won’t let go.

“She sort of… just gripped it… help me get it off, I don’t want to wake her up again,” Cas whispers.

  From then on, Claire slept soundly between feeds, the navy blue, silken tie curling around her fingers.

  Then there was Claire’s alarming penchant for destruction. Starting with the rearview mirror in the Impala. Dean will never know how she managed to hit it clean off; will never be able to explain how she reached it, how there was so much power in those tiny arms, soft and rolled. He wasn’t even that mad.

  Mostly he was just impressed.

  And her destructive tendencies didn’t stop there. Next, it was the nice lady in the cue at the coffee shop, who’d offered to hold Claire when Dean had opted to leave the stroller in the car, but didn’t have enough hands to reach his wallet in his back pocket.

  One minute, the nice lady, a Green Earth mid 50s type, had a pair of thick rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose.

  The next, Claire had managed to snatch them off her face and snap them clean in two. Giggling all the while.

  And then, she set her sights on destroying the Winchesters’ dignity. A relaxing weekend trip to the pool with Uncle Sam, what could be better? Claire loved Sam. She loved him. She would make grabby hands at him as soon as he came in through the door, gurgle happily whilst she pulled on his hair hard enough to make him wince. 

  Castiel had taken her to the baby changing unit, whilst Sam and Dean stood in the corridor waiting for him, towels slung about their shoulders, toes curling in to the damp tiles of the floor.

“She’s awesome, Dean, i’m so happy for you guys,” Sam smiles, clapping him on the shoulder.

  Dean grins so hard his cheeks ache.

  Castiel reappears looking a little ruffled, and that grin is wiped clean off.

“Everything okay?”

  Cas shifts Claire up on his hip, her finding nemo arm bands squeaking with the movement. 

“She won’t poop,” Cas whispers urgently. Sam snorts, but Dean turns a glare on him.

“You won’t be laughing if she decides to do that poo in the pool, Sam,” Castiel insists, his eyes wide with panic.

  Dean turns gentle eyes to his flustered husband,

“i’m sure she won’t poo in the pool, Cas, she’s a lady.”

  Not ten minutes later. Ten minutes. And Sam abruptly stops bobbing Claire waist-deep in the water.

“Is that face a good face she’s making?” he says, panic edging his voice.

“Oh, God-” 

“That’s her poop face, alright,” Castiel affirms, as Dean hastily snatches his daughter, pretty in pink, from his brother’s arms and runs- ”hey! no running around the pool!” the lifeguard shouts- speed walks, to the changing rooms. Castiel and Sam try not to look suspicious as they make a swift exit.

  Claire’s kindergarten life sees a change in living situation. Cas left his job at the office, in favour of a position that allowed him to work from home three days a week. Dean found his calling as a gym teacher at the local high school. Castiel would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate his husband in those tiny, red shorts.

  And, whilst he enjoyed the shift in responsibility, the novelty began wearing off when Claire’s kindergarten would call him. Almost daily.

“Sorry to bother you again, Mr Winchester, it’s Becky… well, no not exactly… It’s just that we operate a strict no-biting policy here at Little Angels?”

“I understand that she likes her Grumpy Cat, I’m just not sure little Timmy deserved to have a cerulean pencil shoved up his nose for asking to play with it?”

“I’m not quite sure how to explain it, Mr Winchester… she just said she’d seen her fathers do it last night?”

“What about karate? Maybe we should sign her up,” Dean announces after dinner one night, “it might help her get rid of some of that aggression.”

  Castiel crowds a sleeping Claire closer to his chest, “Dean she’s only 5. No, I don’t like that idea at all.”

“You don’t think she can hold her own in a martial arts class? What about Robbie last we-”

“Let’s not talk about Robbie,” Castiel cuts him off with a put-upon sigh.

“Come on, let’s at least have a look,” Dean says with a pat to Castiel’s knee, before reaching for his laptop. 

  Turns out, Master Chau’s classes were the best investment they’d ever made. As they watch their baby punch and kick her way through her class, they give one another a secret high five. 

  Claire’s early teenage years are the worst for the both of them. Claire sulks and moans, she no longer kisses Dean’s cheek, or curls up to Cas on the sofa. She rolls her eyes at Dean’s jokes, where once she would belly-laugh so hard that milk would come out of her nose.   

  She holes herself up in her room, blasting noisy music with angry lyrics (Castiel only knows that because of the amount of time he’s spent outside her closed door, wondering if he’s allowed to knock and see if she’s okay), and running their phone bill through the roof talking to god knows who. 

  After a particularly difficult dinner, brought to an abrupt end before dessert by a yelled “it’s not fucking fair!” before heavy footsteps stomped their way to their bedroom, ending the whole scene with a hearty slam of the door for good measure, Dean reaches over the table to take Cas’ hand in his.

“Hey,” he whispers, squeezing his fingers gently. Castiel wipes roughly at his cheeks, shaking his head. Dean wastes no time getting up from his chair, to crouch beside his husband’s, wrapping his arms around Cas’ hips.

“Don’t do that,” he comforts, rubbing gentle lines into Cas’ sides.

“I just don’t understand what we’re doing wrong.”

Dean can only shrug, resting his head against the soft swell of Castiel’s stomach, sighing when he feels fingers curl at the back of his neck.

“Welcome to growing up.”

  Three boyfriends, a girlfriend and a handful of ‘we don’t want to label it’s whizzed by in a haze of shouting matches over homework and underage drinking, movie nights with ice cream, carpools all hours, and long Summer holidays spent with Uncle Sam, Auntie Jody and baby Alex. In the blink of an eye, Claire had grown from a destructive, kick-ass baby in a karate suit and finding nemo arm bands, to a beautiful, head-strong young woman. 

  A young woman who was looking at colleges. 

  And when she finally accepted her place at Berkley, and began her goodbyes, and her endless packing, she spotted something peculiar in her sock drawer.

“What’s this?” she turns the question to her dad, who’s elbow-deep in her wardrobe, grunting with effort as he tries to pull her collection of suitcases out from the confines of her clothes. 

“What’s that, bug?” Dean huffs, turning around and wiping his hands on his jeans. His eyes turn soft at the sight of the silken blue tie in Claire’s hand.

“Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen that,” he breathes, reaching out to take it from her.

“It’s not mine is it?” Claire says, moving to sit next to her dad on the bed.

“It’s papa’s,” he smiles, throwing an arm about her shoulders, “God, when we first brought you home, Claire, the nights were the worst. You wouldn’t sleep, for love or money, not even for AC/DC-”

  Claire laughs a little at that, feeling a tightness in her throat.

“Then one night, you finally decided to shut up when you saw this tie. I woke up, and papa was leaning over your cot, and I thought he was cooing, but he was really urging you to wake up so he could go to bed, you were so strong, and you wouldn’t let go of it.”

  Claire hears her dad’s voice get a little tight, and she leans further into him with a watery smile.

“You slept with this tie every night until you were 5,” he laughs, threading it through his fingers, “you would hardly let it out of your sight long enough to let us wash it. I had no idea you kept it all this time.”

  The end of that weekend saw Claire’s belongings piled high in the hallway, all three of them making trips to and from the car, trying their best to fit it all in. 

  Claire pulls up short on the sidewalk when she hears her papa sniff. He’s looking into one of the boxes in the hall, and she runs to cover the distance between them as fast as she can.


  Castiel pulls Grumpy Cat from the top of the box, his smile shaking,

“Grumpy Cat’s going with you?” 

  Claire snorts, grabbing the scruffy stuffed toy from his hands and holding it close to her chest,

“Shut up,” she whines, “I… couldn’t leave him behind.”

  The only warning she gets is the loud click of Castiel’s swallow, before she’s pulled roughly into a hug that squeezes the air from her lungs. She recovers quickly, wrapping her arms around his middle and squeezing him just as tight, earning herself a throaty chuckle. She can feel tears dripping into her hair, a couple prickling in her own eyes.

“I’m going to miss you, little bug,” he whispers.

  Dean, never one to miss out on cuddle time, wraps himself around the both of them, causing all three of them to laugh wetly.

“God, look at us,” Cas chuckles when they’ve broken apart, all three of them wiping at their cheeks. Claire watches her dad squeeze papa’s shoulder, planting a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, before Dean turns his affections to her, gathering her up in his arms, lifting her off the floor, covering her cheek in sloppy kisses accompanied by over-exaggerated noises.

“Oh my god, put me down,” she yells through her tears, her heart constricting inside her chest.

“You’re such a dork,” she accuses light-heartedly, wiping at her cheek with the sleeve of her hoodie. 

“Honey, that’s my job,” Dean grins, picking up the last of the boxes, “you sure you got everything?”

Claire nods, turning back to Cas, who’s still cradling Grumpy Cat in his arms. She watches him smooth his fingers over the scruffy fur with a reverence she’s never seen in him, and it makes her want to hold him and never let go. She settles for looping an arm around his waist, earning her hair an affectionate ruffle.

Castiel sniffs, holding Grumpy Cat out at arms length, shaking a finger at him with a faux sternness that makes Claire laugh anew.

“You take care of my Claire, now, you hear?” he says.

Well that spun wildly out of control. Jesus.

callout/shoutout post: arin hanson

•strong yet soft like he could crush me and could also be my pillow
•his hair is so beautiful like 👌👌👀👀
•total babe material like wow what a cutie
•loves and supports all of his friends and people in the community
•has good morals
•he dropped out of high school and started working on animation more and was able to create a career for him and his friends built on what he loves
•is the best husband i’m sure suzy is as grateful as we are
•have i mentioned how much he loves his friends? and isn’t afraid of saying so too??? what a nice dude 👍
•those face cam vids of skyward sword he’s basically smiling the whole time like !!!! happy boy
•speaking of which, on top of all of his other talents he can juggle
•angry boi
•hes v passionate from what i’ve seen
•hes just so perfect like does he even exist????

When you realize you pushed Prompto off the train

When they make you say Erryday and it barely made it in the game.

When you realize what happens to your character at the end of the game.