how do you expect to by me presents when i am already opening them

Tasty Tryst (M)

Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,643

Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.

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transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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Temptation: Chapter 1 (M)

Based on this request for a lovely anon. Enjoy it mate ;)

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Werewolf! Jungkook, smut

Word count: 4,126 words

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Jungkook!”

No answer.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Jungkook!”

Still no answer. You didn’t care that an old lady walking behind you gave you a very dirty look before shuffling down the corridor to her own apartment. It was only the manners instilled by your parents that stopped you from shooting daggers right back at her.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“JEON JUNGKOOK! Open the fucking door right now or I -”

Your shouts as well as your fist froze in mid-air when the door whipped open to reveal the man whose name you’d been yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Why the hell are you banging my door down?” Jungkook’s frown and his tone told you that he was irritated, which fueled your anger even more. He had no right to be annoyed at you after the shit he had put you through today.

“Why weren’t you at work?” You managed to lower your volume now that there wasn’t a door separating the two of you, but you made sure that he knew how angry you were.

“I took a day off, but I’m sure you could have gotten that information from the HR.”

His flippant answer didn’t impress you one bit. “You know that isn’t what I’m talking about.”

“Then what are you talking about?” The question came out sounding incredulous, but you didn’t miss the uncomfortable shuffling of the guilty man. He knew what you were talking about. Before you could point it out, however, a high-pitched woman’s voice called from inside his apartment.

“Who’s at the door, babe? Come back to bed, I can’t wait anymore!”

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A/N: Request from anon. A lot of depression and angst here but I’d say it’s fluffy too. It worked well with that idea I had in mind, so without further ado… enjoy!

Words: 1662
Warnings: angst, depression

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Confidential

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | NAMJOON VERSION

WORD COUNT: 7K

What started out as a fun and easy way to pay off your college debts eventually meant living with a man who’s name you did not speak. To others, he was Kim Namjoon — the owner of several multi-billion dollar companies with a cold personality and a yearn for perfection. To you, he was that very same man, cold and distant, except you were strictly instructed to call him one thing and one thing only.

Daddy.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!namjoon + sub!reader, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering + strong language

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

masterlist | ask | song

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On Supergirl and Homophobia

I am seeing a lot of posts saying how calling out what happened at SDCC as homophobic is ‘ridiculous’. I’d like to address first the scope of what homophobia is, then move onto how the incident was driven by homophobia. 

Definitions:

When you hear the term homophobia, it conjures up images of assault or of slurs being thrown out in the open. This is often not the case. Incidences of homophobia can range from the above to smaller instances that make you question whether of not you’re being ‘hysterical’ or ‘dramatic’ for thinking you’re being discriminated against or not. Merriam-Webster defines homophobia as: irrational fear of, aversion to, or discrimination against homosexuality or homosexuals. 

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Days of the week: Thursday (smut)

Words: 2757 

Warnings: Smut, really detailed sex. Kinks and cursing, spanking blah blah blah.

Reader x All the members (Namjoon)

Days of the week l Monday - Jin l Tuesday - Yoongi l Wednesday: Hoseok l Thursday - Namjoon l Friday - Jimin l  Saturday - Taehyung l  Sunday - Jungkook l


Originally posted by btsarmybase

   You got into your dorm as quietly as you could. You were fucked. Literally.  Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok.  You were dying inside but you couldn’t be happier. I mean, they were your idols. And you were going to fuck them all. You were going to be fucked by them all. Oh… But that moment you just wanted your bed. Your body was screaming for mercy, you needed some rest. You did lay onto your bed, relaxing.

“Where the hell were you?” your roommate asked you as soon as you closed your eyes. “I know you are grown up enough to do what you want but, come on! You can at least tell me that you won’t come for the night. Cheesus I was so worried”

You opened your eyes hesitantly. Just get out. You didn’t need to hear that that moment.

 “I am sorry, Bella. I was visiting my uncle. Just relax, I am fine” you whispered, falling asleep.

“You are fine? Oh you are fine. You missed class! It’s Wednesday morning and you were out! Cheesus, what’s wrong with you? You don’t come to your dorm all night and you just appear here whispering an ‘I’m fine’, oh that’s good-“she said, but you were so tired it didn’t take long for you to sleep while she talked.

  That Wednesday went completely normal. You did go to your classes, avoiding questions about where you had been the two days before and trying to focus on everything but in what you were doing. You had to keep your good grades. In the night, you had to take a few more questions and argue from your roommate but nothing heavy enough to let you down. How could you be down anyway?


  You woke up with a buzz of your cellphone. It was your alarm. 10 a.m. Thursday. Shit. You were going to have classes for all day long. You just would be able to see him in the night. You had missed some classes already; you had to go at least to those ones. In the classroom, things were going well till you received a message on your cellphone.

 *I suppose you are in class right now so I’m not gonna ask you to come now. I am freaking horny right now, fuck… I have wondered what fucking you feels like all day. Come here ASAP, ok?

                                                                                                                                NJ*

Your heart stopped. The world stopped. Shit, why did he have to send you that message that moment? After that, you couldn’t focus on your classes any longer, you weren’t listening your teacher anymore. All your mind could think about was in what Namjoon would do to you. Was he really a pervert? A daddy? Judging by that message, he wouldn’t let you dominate him that was a fact. Actually you weren’t expecting to dominate none of them, but ok.  That was going to be awesome.

  Your mind was traveling among all the possibilities that it had for you to let Namjoon fuck you when the bell rang. Finally evening. You almost ran out of the classroom, straight to your dorm. You took a shower and got ready as fast as you could. Luckily, your roommate still had classes, so she wouldn’t bother you. But just in case, you left a note. “Went hang out, DO NOT WAIT FOR ME. Y/N*

You texted Namjoon to see if he was there in the hotel and he replied you almost instantly.

 *Yeah, fuck, I am gonna stretch you real good. Hush*

   You stopped in a junk food store to have some food and made your way towards that hotel. Once you entered into the building, the receptionist looked at you curiously. She had seen you going there the entire week, and there you were again. The bodyguard wasn’t there anymore. Maybe they trust me already.

You knocked the penthouse’s door, being greeted by Jungkook.  He didn’t even look at you.

“Hey, Y/N” he murmured and let you pass.

So, he really is the shy one. Or not.

The guys seemed to be already used to your presence, because they weren’t acting that frenetically anymore. That was good. They said their “hi”. Some of them were playing video games. Jin was cooking. But Namjoon were nowhere.

  “Namjoon is right there” Jin said, signaling to you the room he was, “he said you should go there”.

 You furrowed your eyebrows at that. Why didn’t he appear?

You went to the room you were told to and your jaw fell open. As soon as you opened the door, you were presented with a shirtless Namjoon, wearing only sweatpants and – obviously and apparently not wearing boxers – laid on the bed.

“Close the door” he said simply, not even looking at you to check out if it was actually you. “I am gonna get up of this bed, and I want you only on your underwear as soon as I reach you” he said, starting to walk towards you. You hushed, taking of your clothes as fast as you could, and you made it. Before he reached you, you were only in your panties and bra. He stopped a few inches from you, long enough only to check your body. He looked you up and down, sighing as he scanned you slowly. He looked your eyes, staring at it sexily.

“Let’s play some BDSM?” he asked.

BDSM? No shit. You had never done that before. What if you did something wrong?

“Huh…I am not sure about it…” you said sincerely. He raised his eyebrows.

“Trust me. Do you trust me?” he said, his voice incredibly calming you down. You nodded. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him and smiled.

 “I don’t know if you have already done this before, but I suppose you know the rules already” he said. You signaled a “No” and his smile grew. “Well, first of all, you’re gonna do everything I tell you to, without any hesitation, you got it?” he said, his voice darkening. Shit. No hesitation? “Got it?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Two, you are gonna call me ‘daddy’. If you call me something but it, I’ll spank you as a punishment. Number three, I am gonna spank you anyway” he said chuckling, “but in different ways. That is all. Got it?”

 Wow. That was going to be the death of you and you would end up completely fucked, wrecked and destroyed. The worst part was that you were anxious about it.

“But I gotta ask you something… you mind being cursed? I mean… Slut or something” he asked. Hum… did you? You didn’t know. You had never been cursed before.

“Honestly, I-I don’t know. I have never done anything of this” you said.

“Ok. Let’s see.” He said and crashed his lips on yours, both his hands holding your face. You were holding his arms and tasting his kiss. His was much hungrier than the others. There was nothing sweet or soft in that kiss. He was simply hot, needy, wet and exciting. And you wanted more of him. You pulled him closer, wanting to feel him as close as possible. His tongue invaded your mouth without even asking permission. He did bite and sucked on your bottom lip. You had barely started and you could felt your body getting warmer. His hands traveled down, squeezing your boobs on the process and stopping on your butt, squeezing it harshly.

  “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you today” he pulled away. “On your knees” you obeyed quickly. Your face was leveled on his erection. He was so damn hard already. He pulled his dick out of his sweatpants. Shit. The pre-cum was dripping.

“Lick it off” he commanded and you did as he said. You grabbed his dick on your hands and licked his tip, soon putting your mouth around it, sucking. He let out a deep groan. You teased him, taking more of him slowly, teasingly, and he noticed it. As an answer, he grabbed your hair and forced you to take more of him. His cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged, trying to pull back. “No. Take it a little bit longer” he said and you tried to control your breath. He did hold your head and started thrusting into your mouth, hitting your throat every time. He was literally fucking your mouth.

You were gagging as fuck, your eyes watering, but it was pleasingly. Soon, you felt the warm and salty liquid slip out of him straight down your throat. Wow.

“Stand up. Strip and lay on the bed” he said. You closed your eyes and took off your clothes, avoiding the shyness growing up inside you. You lay onto the fluffy mattress and from the corner of your eyes you could see him stripping too. Fuck. He was so… hot.

 He did go over you and spread your legs, giving him a full view of your dripping pussy.

“Fuck… Look at this. I haven’t even touched you yet and you are wet. I am gonna fuck you so hard” he whispered. His voice was your death, and you just wanted to be fucked already, but you knew he wouldn’t let you cum this easily.

 He leaned in to take something out of the little desk beside the bed and you froze. Handcuffs. Two pairs of them.

 He looked at you smiling devilish.

“You trust me, remember this. I am not gonna hurt you. Whenever you want me to stop, just say it and I will” he said softly, his caring side appearing. You nodded anxiously. He handcuffed both your wrists on the headboard and then your feet, opening your leg. You tried to move but you couldn’t. You were all vulnerable there. Whatever he wanted to do to you, he would. The idea was getting you even wetter. Ah…

  Once your legs were completely spread, he kissed you while brushing his tip on your entrance. You tried to touch him, but of course you couldn’t. He did go down, sucking your neck roughly – that was definitely going to leave marks – and then your nipples; they hardened fast. Your belly was the next target, he gave it bites and soon, he found the place you wanted him in the most.

 He licked your slit deeply, tasting your juices. He smiled and winked at you. He gave you another lick, this time on your clit, adding pressure with his tongue, making you gasp. That was good, but not enough. You wanted more, wanted to feel him, but every time you tried to move, the handcuffs stopped you.

Suddenly, he introduced one finger inside you, slowly. Once it was completely in, he took out even more slowly, teasing you. You whimpered. You wouldn’t be able to handle that longer. He repeated the process again a couple times, and then started pumping in and out in a fast pace, the juices dripping out of you. He added two more fingers and pushed you to your heaven, but whenever you were ready, he stopped moving. He did that a lot more times, masturbating you, making you almost cum and stopping. He was torturing you, giving you pleasure but not completely.

“Fuck, please Namjoon” you begged. He looked at you, eyes darkened, tongue out of his mouth.

“Baby…” he said, caressing your thighs, “I told you…” you thought he would have mercy, “it is daddy, not Namjoon. I said I would spank you, but I didn’t say where” he said and hit your pussy, right over your clit. You screamed in both pleasure and pain. Shit. That was getting intense.

“I-I am sorry daddy. Please, let me cum” you whimpered, blushing.

“Huh, does my baby girl wants to cum for daddy, huh?” he asked teasingly, fingers playing with your nipple as he spoke.

“Yes, yes, please, I can’t take it anymore” you cried out.

“Take what? This?” he said and brushed your pussy, moving his hand up and down, the friction making you whimper as you tried to rock your hip up against his hand.

“Hum… please” that was all you could say.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you” he said. What? No.  You were not exactly the vocal type. You hadn’t courage enough to tell how you wanted it. He noticed your hesitation, “I told you not to hesitate. If you don’t tell me, then I won’t fuck you”

Little pervert. You had to do that, if you wanted him to fuck you.

 “F-fuck me with your cock” you whispered afraid that the other boys could hear you.

 “With my cock? That’s what you want?” he said, grabbing his dick into his hand and pumping it slowly.

 “Yes, please daddy” you said, now louder than before, dying to be touched already.

 “If that’s what you want, you’ll get it” he said and let your feet go, but your hands were still handcuffed.  You opened your legs for him and he positioned himself between them, not wasting any time to push in. He let you adjust for one sec and started moving immediately, pounding into you not fast but deeply. You were moaning slow, but it didn’t take long for your moans become little screams as his thrusts became rough and violent, stretching you real good as he said he would.

  “Jesus, you’re freaking tight” he groaned, low moans leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. You tried to move, to touch him, but you were still handcuffed.

 “Please daddy, let me go” you begged. You needed to touch him.

 “Does my little girl want to touch her daddy, huh?” he said, not stopping his thrusts. You just could nod.

He stopped moving, but only long enough to take off the handcuffs.

“On all fours, now. Since I answered your wish, you’ll answer mine. I’m gonna fuck you from behind” he commanded. You got into the position, waiting for him. “Look at you… You want it, don’t you? You’re a little slut to my fucking cock” he said. Slut? You kinda liked it. You knew it was sexually talking.  You didn’t have to worry about it.

 “Yes. I am” you said, blushing. Before you complete your sentence you felt a heavy hand smack your ass, the loud song echoing though the room.

  “Good enough to spank” he said, hitting your ass cheek once more. You kinda liked it. The pain mixed with pleasure. And then, without a warning, he thrust into you, his dick sliding in easily between your folds. You both let out a deep groan as the pleasure hit you.

He pulled your head back by your hair, leaning in to grab your boobs and lick your earlobe while pounding into you harshly, his thigh slapping against yours, the sound audible. Your walls started clenching around his dick, the good, sweet sensation building up inside you slowly, but deeply.

 “Come on, Y/N. Come for me, come for daddy” he whispered and that was enough. You did cum hard, violently, the warmth of your walls around him making him cum with you.

  You both crashed onto the bed, letting your breaths get stable, your hearts still racing.

  “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” He asked, his sweet side appearing again. He was no longer Daddy Namjoon, he was just him.

 “No, Namjoon. This was awesome, really” you said sincerely. That was. You had never felt so much pleasure in a single week. Shit, you still had three others to fuck with.

 “Come here, let me clean you up” he said, offering you his hand. He gave you your time, letting you take a shower and giving you one of his sweatpants and shirts.

 “N-no, I already have Hobi’s clothes, I can’t accept” you said.

“Please. Just take it, I’m not letting you get out of here with sweaty clothes” he said.

You got dressed and so did he. Once you left the room, you did go to the living room, where some of the boys were still playing video games.

  “Damn, Namjoon-hyung, you broke the girl. All we could hear was her screams” Jimin said. You blushed as hell.

 “I’m sorry, but I have my necessities” he said.

 “Come play with us, Y/N. Had some fun with us that don’t involve sex” Taehyung said, offering you a place beside him on the couch, which you happily accepted.

  “I hope you still have some voice available Y/N, because I’ll have you screaming for me even louder tomorrow” Jimin said.

Damen/Laurent Rec List

Because @playingfetchwithdinosaurs was finally seduced into reading this amazing series and then she came to me because she needed more. Also, coincidentally, @notagoodplace4gods finished yesterday CP, but told me only today that she was freaking out over their love and she needed more so here I am giving more to them ;)

💖: my absolutely favorite stories about those Kings

Canon AU

In the Gardens by JustDrinkTea 2,101

“I doubt your disappearance would go unnoticed,” Laurent countered, head tilting slightly. He was teasing. Damen couldn’t get enough of it.

“Is that an excuse to not go?”

“It’s a challenge.”

💖 Sent Away by Josselin [Part 1 of Sent Away] 2,504

A series of vignettes of young Laurent’s life when he is sent to be fostered in the Akielon court.

Courtship by songofthe52hertzwhale 5,425

Damen just wants to court Laurent. Nobody in Vere makes it easy for him, least of all the man he hopes to marry.

💖 Dear Aledosia, by wendlaa 12,368

“Oh,” Laurent finds himself saying. Damianos has excused himself from his conversation, and has begun to make his way through the crowd. Here stand the Princes of Vere, after all. The ethereal Veretian Prince brothers. Laurent lifts his eyes towards the ceiling, arching his brows. “Heavens,” he says, voice tight.

Auguste chuckles. “You have a minute head start.”

Laurent ducks away.

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A Pet To Bond With

(I have been madly in love with @nonstill ’s post-TLJ art of Hux – like, I made it my phone background! I wanted to write a little something to accompany it. Please keep in mind I am taking a LOT of liberties with the ysalamir stuff so….if you’re a ysalamir purist, I’m so sorry.)

He is getting better, he thinks, but subtlety is a skill that Hux has yet to truly master.


“The white one,” Hux says to the merchant. “How much for the white one?”


Hux knows exactly what’s going on here. Clearly the white ysalamir was placed among the common yellow ones in order to draw the eye, to make the more expensive white one appear even more special and desirable. He knows this but it doesn’t stop his heart from being set on it. He has never heard of anyone having a white ysalamir, not even Thrawn. The eyes on the side of its head facing him twitch up towards him at the sound of his voice, judgemental. 


The merchant names her price and Hux doesn’t flinch. What Hux is getting, money shouldn’t be able to buy. The fact it can be bought means that no amount will be too much. 


“They require a great deal of care, General,” the merchant adds. He nods, waiting for her to go on. “My husband breeds them. There are very few people who can. They are more delicate than they appear. They need….”


He suspects she is going to say the word love, but instead she finishes with, “…attention.”


“I understand.” More than he will say, to her or to anyone. 


“It will bond with you quickly. It will think you are its tree, you see. They normally never leave them. It will rely on you for everything that it needs. But it will reward you with utmost loyalty.”


He stares down at the moon-pale creature and then looks back up at the merchant. “Does it have a name?”


The woman shakes her head. “We don’t form attachments to the creatures we sell, General. Name it whatever you like.”


Hux pulls off one of his gloves in a single crisp motion so he can press his thumb to the fingerprint reader that will remove the credits from his bank account. Then he stuffs the glove into his pocket and reaches gently down to pick up his prize. It flinches away from him at first, scuttling a few inches forward until it reaches the edge of the display cage that the merchant has housed it in. He pauses. The ysalamir sniffs his fingertips. 


“There you are.”


The merchant stays quiet, approving, as the ysalamir allows itself to be held. He raises it up so it can work itself onto his shoulder, where it perches as naturally as if it had been trained. “There you are,” Hux says again, stroking the flabby pouch under its neck with one bare finger. “Perfectly all right.”


This is the first living thing he has touched with a bare hand in years that was not Lord Ren. 


Lord Ren, not Supreme Leader Ren, whom he has never touched. 


Though he will. On his own terms. 


The ysalamir is lighter than he expected it to be, and it is almost easy to forget it’s there. At one point, during their ride back to the Supremacy, he realizes it has fallen asleep – or at least, he thinks it has; its eyes are shut and its breathing seems softer. Bonding, yes, it does happen quickly. He feels a strange rush of affinity for the stupid, pale little creature whose power belongs to him now.  


What Hux is getting from his new pet is the Force-neutralizing ability, of course, but more than that, he will wrench himself onto more equal footing with Ren.


The fact he is summoned to Ren only moments after his return pierces him with a kind of deep satisfaction that he has not known in a long time. He moves at his normal clip towards Ren’s new quarters, accidentally waking the ysalamir. 

“Easy,” he murmurs. “I’m taking you to meet a new friend. I’m sure he’ll be quite impressed with you.”


The ysalamir makes the exact sort of impression upon Ren that Hux hopes it will. The mask had been Ren’s only way to shield the exact emotions he was feeling from everyone around him; without it, he is an open book, and his face flashes between several expressions, as clear as if they had been labeled. Surprise. Disgust. Fear.


“Yes, Supreme Leader?”


Ren recovers quickly.


“Is this where you’ve been? Browsing menageries?”


“Using my own time and spending my own credits,” Hux says idly. He feels nearly giddy at the prospect of hiding beneath a mask of his own, one that Ren cannot penetrate. Ren cannot look inside his head, Ren cannot inflict his will, Ren cannot harm him. He pretends to be blank, unworried – not that it would convince Ren or anyone who actually knew him. This is more about getting his own satisfaction. “I was under the impression that you had everything under control.”


“Yes. That isn’t what I meant.”


Ren is a child playing make-believe with a toy crown. It is almost endearing, how ferociously he believes he can lead anyone, when he can barely lead himself.

The ysalamir’s tail flicks around Hux’s chest, and he places his hand supportively beneath it. “Do you like it? Should the girl come back to commit another massacre, I believe I ought to be prepared.”


“It’s not her you’re worried about,” Ren snaps.


“It’s her you ought to be worried about,” Hux answers. 


“Then leave the worrying to me.”


“Very well. Was there something you needed, Supreme Leader?”


“I need you to be present. Not running your own errands.”


Hux tips his head, nearly a nod. “Of course." 


He’s almost back out when Ren calls, almost like he’s declaring a challenge – "That thing won’t change what’s already in your heart.”


The ysalamir’s tail swishes again, but Hux says nothing. 


“It doesn’t change the fact that you’ll obey me regardless.”


“And why is that?” Hux wants to know.


Ren’s stare is unblinking and dark as his mask used to be. “Because you require the will of a Supreme Leader to carry out. Because you need a firm hand. And you know that’s true.”


Hux does not comment one way or the other on the veracity of that statement. “I suppose that’s for us to find out,” he says before leaving the room. 


If Ren wants to hold his chain, he will have to figure out a way to do it that doesn’t involve the Force. 


And Hux is very, very interested to find out what he’ll come up with.


He gives the ysalamir another pet, and it shifts on his shoulders, nuzzling his cheek, giving Hux a very nice view of its many tiny, pointed teeth. Pallid, tenacious, stubborn, powerful, owned. Of course he and this creature will bond.

 
“Oh, yes,” he tells his new pet, low so that only it can hear. “You are a Hux, aren’t you?”

Crush

Summary: Apparently, everyone had noticed Roman’s crush on Virgil. Everyone, except Virgil himself.

Pairing: Prinxiety (romantic).

Words: 1187 words.

Triggers/warnings: None. Please tell me if I have to tag anything, even if it’s not in a fic I’ve written. Prevention is better than cure, after all.

A/N: Based on this adorable post, apologies for the stupid title. Now, please enjoy my attempt at writing something short.


Virgil popped up in his usual spot on the stairs, immediately earning the attention of the three other occupants of the living room.

“Virgil?” Logan inquired as he stopped pointing to a page in the book in Thomas’ lap. Virgil didn’t need to see the cover to know that it was a book about astronomy: it was all Logan talked about ever since Thomas had started taking classes on the subject. Logan, Thomas and Patton were currently squished together on the couch and it looked like Logan had been sharing space facts again.

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Did you wish that was you? // Shawn Mendes

Overview: Y/n has been in love with her best friend Shawn, she finally gets the courage to tell him but instead she finds him kissing another girl. He tracks her down and their feelings are revealed. 

Authors note: okay so this is not a request but I got some inspo last night and I really just wanted to write something 


“If you don’t say anything, Shawn’s never going to realise how his best friend is so in love with him,” Shay tells me, curling the last strand of her hair before flicking it over her shoulder. Her eyes meet mine in the bathroom mirror.

“There’s no point. We have a great thing going and if I told him how I really felt- it would just ruin our whole friendship.” I scowl, annoyed at my lack of faith in myself to just tell Shawn how I feel.

“Y/n. I swear you may be book smart but you are not boy smart.” She giggles and I look at her questionably. 

“Excuse you, but I have a lot of knowledge on boys-”

“Oh honey,” Shay coos, patting my hand that was resting on the bench. “You both are actually so cute.” 

“What do you mean?” I start to pack up the make up brushes that Shay had been using.

“You’re into him. He’s definitely into you. You’re both too scared to tell each other how you feel. It pains me to watch the both of you together.” 

“He’s not into me.” I don’t look at her but I feel her turn to look at me. 

“Alright, listen. Tonight at the party. Shawn is going to be there and so are you. You’re going to go right up to him and tell him how you feel.” She holds my shoulders in a tight grip, forcing me to meet her eyes. “He leaves for tour day after next so if things really fuck up you won’t have to see him- deal?”

I nod hesitantly, stomach flipping at the prospect of what I was about to do.

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Mistaken Royalty

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: I mean.. someone asked for Royalty!Tom AU. So… here’s… this garbage.

Notes: i TrIeD oKaY

two | three | final


“Darling, you look fine.”

You rolled your eyes to yourself. Your hands weren’t roaming over your gown because you were scared you wouldn’t look okay, you were looking at yourself so intently in the mirror because you wanted to hopefully wake up at some point.

“You look very presentable.”

Another eyeroll. “Mother, I’ve told you countless times. I’m not nervous.”

“Will you dance with your father?”

“Do I have the choice not to?”

Your mother frowned at you in the mirror, causing you to sulk. “It would be nice if you’d show some enthusiasm. How else will you attract a suitor? We need it – we need the money.”

At the mention of your poor incoming, your back straightened and your expression seemed more determined. “I’m sorry, Mother. I am excited.” You smiled at her through the mirror, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “I’ve never been to a ball before. It should be lovely.”

She smiled in approval and walked away, leaving you to drop your frown and glance at yourself in the mirror once more. You hadn’t expected anything to come out of this. Being already seventeen, you were already seen as an old maiden. You ran your hands over your gown one more time before hearing your rather call for you from the other room. “Here goes nothing,” you sighed, picking up your mask and heading out toward the foyer.


“Wow,” you breathed out, taking in the countless chandeliers aligning the roof, surrounded by the hand-painted artwork of angels singing and dusted white along the ceilings and walls of the ballroom. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, jumping slightly from the feeling of your mother’s cold hands landing on your shoulders, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“This is why you need to marry rich.”

You rolled your eyes, turning around to face your mother. “I want to marry someone because I love him,” you swatted away her hands as she moved to adjust your mask.

“Remember to keep that on. The prince’s request was to fall in love with a voice, not a face.”

“I doubt I’ll even find the prince tonight. I just… I want to enjoy tonight, Mother. It isn’t everyday we are invited to the palace.”

When your mother opened her mouth to say something, the town crier came into view to announce your town’s royalty. You idly stood as the crowd awaited the arrival of the Prince. This was a sort of coming out ceremony, as well as a party. The Palace kept the Prince hidden until he was eighteen, fit to rule soon and old enough to mature for a Princess. You were eager to see him, sure, but marrying into royalty was a high and stressful situation. You never expected anything to come out of tonight, only you finally being able to live a life other than your own, even if for only a night.

“…Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you – King and Queen of Clarington, the Hollands.” The two stepped out as the room sounded of applause, pulling you out of your thoughts long enough to clap along with them. You looked around the room, feeling somewhat disconnected. You took notice of the expensive jewelry that laced maidens’ throats and aligned their gowns. You could never see yourself spending your wealth on such accessories, especially only seeing yourself wearing them on occasions such as this one. You really weren’t born for this, you thought.

“…And with that said,” the King announced, pulling you from your thoughts, to realize you’d miss the whole speech, “we welcome and introduce you to our son, Tom Holland.”

You craned your neck, trying to see the subject and reason of tonight’s gallery – the Prince. He donned a mask, meaning there was not much to behold. You managed to shove your way through the thresh of people crowding to catch a glimpse of the soon-to-be-King, managing to make it to a table littered with drinks. You grabbed a flute of champagne, not seeing much damage of having one glass – especially if no one was looking.

“Don’t worry,” a voice behind you said, reaching over to grab a flute for themselves, “I won’t tell, if you don’t.”

You turned around, a guilty smile on your face as you saw a young man standing behind you, a mask on with a smirk underneath it.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


The devil was once an angel - a beings who’s sole purpose was peace and love. He held the grace of heaven in his hands and the love of God carefully sewn into his skin by a master seamstress. But one day he grew jealous, the sin in the form of an emotion plagued him. He aimed his heart towards this jealousy and lurched in it, losing himself. The thread in his countenance unwound and the needle grew dull. He had lost his grace. He fell from his family, being crowned the king of despair and agony, becoming the utter essence of hatred that grew in him, becoming the nature of his still beating heart. He had lost it to the desire to be worshiped, and granted himself, henchmen. 

And so he was given a new name, a name that has only been uttered from a dead man’s lips. What a cold pale purple they hold, the cracks running down the skin as they shiver out the name. “Min Yoongi”

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Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

Originally posted by jackjacky5

Part 1 Part 2

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

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Cravings (Steve x Pregnant!Reader)

Got this request a while ago (honestly I cannot apologize enough for how bad I’ve been) for a one shot spin off from the preference How They Act When You’re Pregnant. So here’s some Dad! Steve x Pregnant!Reader!! Enjoy!(:

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It’s official. You have hit a new low. Sitting in Tony Stark’s bathtub in your husband’s biggest t-shirt surrounded by jars of peanut butter and pickles. Gosh what had driven you to this?

Of course you knew the answer. It was your husband- Captain America himself. The man with the plan Steve Rogers who was probably looking for you right now. Well you and his Captain America shield which you had propped up against the nearest wall. 

To be fair though, you hadn’t started off this crazy. You had started off with the normal kind of pregnancy. The kind where you had morning sickness and 2 a.m. cravings and swollen feet. And Steve had been (and yes if you had to admit it from your hiding place in the bathtub, still is) great. He held back your hair and rubbed your back when you got sick in the morning, or really any time of day. He went to the store in the dead of night to get you peanut butter and pickles. He even rubbed your feet after rough days of training because he was honestly the most amazing person ever.

Steve Rogers was playing the part of perfect expecting father. Until he managed to find those damn pregnancy books at Barnes and Noble one day. 

From the day he came home with not one, not two, not even four, but five bags full of parenting books you knew you were in trouble. Gone were the days of getting you food at all hours of the night and in came the reign of terror where instead he would present you with “healthy alternatives” of veggies and protein shakes. Gone were the blissful afternoons of foot rubs, instead replaced by Steve literally dragging you to the gym to do prenatal yoga or making you walk around the awful crowded paths of Central Park because you needed “fresh air” (whatever that was).

Honestly after three months you couldn’t do it anymore. So here you were in the middle of the afternoon sitting in Tony Stark’s bathtub slathering peanut butter onto pickles, something you had craved more than anything and had cried over more then thrice when Steve refused to let you eat any. 

You’re phone buzzed with another text from you husband and you were about to start feeling bad and reply when the bathroom door flung open.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Steve’s eyes were filled with worry for about two seconds before it was replaced with hurt and anger. “What are you doing here? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for four hours now! And why are you sitting in the bathtub like that? You’re going to hurt you back!”

Your eyes began to feel itchy with tears as you realized how worried Steve must have been. He loved you and you guys’ baby so much and the idea of anything happening to the two of you must have been driving him crazy. You set down the jar of peanut butter you were holding in your left hand and were about to get up and apologize when his next words stopped you.

“And how many times do I have to tell you to stop eating peanut butter and pickles?!” Steve took a step forward but your cold glare stopped him in his tracks. 

“Steven Grant Rogers I will end you. If you come one step closer and even THINK about taking away my snack which YOUR baby is making me crave I will grab your shield and hit you with it so hard you will still be unconscious when I give birth.” The seriousness of your tone made your husband take a small step back.

As the red haze cleared from your vision you noticed the hurt on Steve’s face. He looked like a golden retriever puppy that had just been kicked. His blue eyes looked up at you beneath his full lashes and his hands fiddled with the bottom of his t-shirt. 

“I just wanted to help….”

The simple phrase hung in the air as you just stared at each other. It only took a few seconds before you burst into tears. 

“I’m so sorry!” You wailed, dropping your half eaten pickles and burying your head in your hands. 

“No honey! I’m sorry!” Steve rushed over and picked you up out of the bathtub with ease. He lowered you both to the ground so you were curled up in his lap as he stroked your hair and rocked you gently. “I know I’ve been a bit much but.. I’m so scared.” The admission hushed your sobs a little as you looked up at Steve who had a distant look in his eyes. “I don’t know how to raise a kid, and my dad was never around. I have no family to help me. And that doesn’t even compare to how worried I am that our baby is going to be just as sickly as I was before the serum, or they could be like me now and hurt you. (Y/N), I haven’t felt this lost in a very long time. I’m so used to having control over everything and now… now it’s all gone when it’s the most important.” Steve laid his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears which made your heart clench.

“Steve you are already the best dad in the world. You are so loving and caring and brave and such an inspiration. And you have a family. The team is your family, and they might be completely crazy, but they will always be here for you. For us. And about our baby it doesn’t matter. If they’re sick, it’s okay. Medicine has come a long way and we’ll give them everything they need. If they’re strong great, I can handle it Steve. Everything is going to be great. You don’t need to be in control of everything all the time. Just let things happen. Like letting me eat peanut butter covered pickles.”

Steve gave a hearty laugh as he rubbed his nose against yours. “I love you (Y/N). I couldn’t do this with any one else.”

“I love you too Steve. And I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else.”

You lean into your husband and give him a deep kiss. You knew he wouldn’t be perfect, he would probably still drag you on walks and read all kinds of new age parenting books but it was okay because you knew where he was coming from. And if he ever tried to take away your snack again you would feel no hesitation in beating him with his own shield. 

“Umm. As much as I’m glad you two love each other can you do it somewhere that isn’t my bathroom floor?”

“Sorry Tony!” 

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Hope you guys liked it! Requests are open for one shots and preferences!(:

Tyren, Tyren, Tyren................

A shit load of people keep asking for my opinion on Tyren. Instead of answering all the different asks, I’m just going to put it in a post , to answer all the questions about them, at the same time. So, here it is…

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A Lesson [M]

Anonymous said: How about: you’re Jungkook’s girlfriend and once you had sex togheter on their dorm(you thought you were alone) suddenly Suga come and say that Kookie doesn’t make you scream enough so he decided to give him some tips … I know it’s hard, but I think It could be very interesting ;)

Anonymous said: Could you write a threesome with Yoongi and Kookie pls ?

Warnings: threesome smut, language

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


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I Remember | Jason Todd x

Description: After Jason Todd’s death, the second Batgirl, Y/N L/N, is determined to kill the two men who caused it. Bruce watches her transformation, and the way her expression shifts when the Red Hood takes off his helmet.

Request: If the requests are still open could you do one where Jason was friends with the reader as Robin (round about when he was 16) and when he dies, reader turns into a Punisher like antihero and yaknow something with how when Jason does come back and his reaction idk really:))

Words: 1867

Notes: WOAOOOH I WROTE THIS SO FAST HOWWWW

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Taglist: @followeroonieclassic@robincoalition@puggleprincess@robincoalition


Bruce had never known how much damage a sixteen-year-old girl could cause until Jason Todd’s death. He remembers telling her almost as well as he remembers holding Jason’s body, or the splitting, earth-shattering, undiluted pain in his chest as his heart tried to saw it’s way out of his ribcage.

At first, the only thing that had been noticeably off was Y/N’s immediate disappearance and the way she had executed it. It was cliche and simple. She left a tear-stained note on her bed, and Alfred read it aloud to me as I drove the Batmobile into downtown Gotham—Riddler had made a bomb threat on the GCPD, and that meant that I was needed elsewhere. Y/N can wait, I remember thinking harmlessly, she’s only a teenager. I can find her once this is over with.

But after her disappearance crimes began to topple on top of each other, creating a proper and steady barricade between myself and the second Batgirl. By the time I had managed to create a period in which I could search for her, she was gone and seemingly never returning.

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Love Conquers All (On Sherlock Season 4)

I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.

I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.

Originally posted by esterlocked

Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.

With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.


The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past

This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose. 

We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.

Originally posted by akajustmerry

Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.

Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John? 

This is where I head to my next point. 


The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human

This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light. 

Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person. 

We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?

Originally posted by halloawhatisthis

“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”

This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.

And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.


The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption

I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.

Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee). 

Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and  that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them. 

And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS. 

Originally posted by fangirlhani

He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again. 

To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws. 

It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show.