hum this is not bad

just some random headcanons about Peter growing up on Yondu’s ship
  • Yondu teaching Peter to fly and pretending Peter messed up when he didn’t (“No NO, you shouldn’t have pressed that button, boy!” “WHAT?!” “It’s the self-destruct one, all Ravager ships got it!”  “You should have told me; I didn’t know! What do we do!” *Yondu cracks up* “Just  playing with you, take it easy, kid.” “YONDUUUUU!!!!!”)
  • Yondu taking Peter to all sorts of cool planets and pretending they’re there for practical reasons but he actually just wants Peter to see them cause he thinks he’d like them.
  • The crew celebrating Peter’s birthday and Kraglin making a birthday cake which comes out really messed up (like, frosting melting and layers sagging and shaky writing) but it means a lot to Peter even though everyone makes fun of it
  • Peter finding an old jacket of Yondu’s that he really likes but it’s too big so he resolves to work out until his muscles get big enough for it to fit and that’s the real reason he’s so in shape
  • Yondu teaching Peter to shoot and regretting it when Peter uses some of his dashboard figurines for target practice
  • But then Peter feels really guilty and buys him some new ones
  • Yondu always thinking up something to critique when Peter tries to show off to him so Peter always thinks Yondu wasn’t impressed but then one of the crew members mentions how Yondu’s always bragging about him when Peter’s not around
  • So Peter doesn’t let Yondu hear the end of that for weeks
  • Storytime with the Ravagers - Peter retelling (and sometimes reenacting) movies from Earth. “So this one’s called Indiana Jones…”
  • Peter wanting to have some Earth food, only they can’t find all the ingredients and then one day Tulk brings back the coveted ingredient of **PEPPERONI** and they have a pizza party
  • Peter exaggerating how much parents on Earth buy for their kids because every time he talks about it he seems to find some new piece of tech in his room which Yondu always denies is from him (“Me? Why would I buy you a new blaster? You’re plenty spoiled already, brat.”) but Peter is totally onto him
  • None of the crew can sing but they all know Peter’s music and whenever he’s in a bad mood someone conveniently starts humming one of his favorite songs and it’s so bad it always makes him laugh.
  • Peter sneaking a pet onboard and everyone keeps it a secret from Yondu because he has a strict no-animals rule but then one day he comes in to find Kraglin and Peter playing with it and they both totally freeze up (Kraglin starts stuttering an explanation and Peter tries to hide the animal) but Yondu agrees to let them keep it (pretending to be angry about it even though he doesn’t really mind) as long as they clean up after it and don’t let it cause any trouble. He takes care to leave them with the impression that he’s doing them a huge favor and he’s not happy about it.
Cuddling With...

Request: Cuddling with anyone tbh will be gr8 thank youu

A/N: Just some drabbles about a whole bunch of people I absolutely adore to be quite honest. 

Word Count: N/A


Newt Scamander-

“Please come back to bed, (Y/N)…” A sleepy Newt called out to you as he grasped around the bed in search of your warm body. You padded out of the bathroom and smiled at his adorable and pouty self. His brown curls were messy, eyes heavily lidded due to his half awake state, and the blankets were wrapped tightly around him. 

“I’ll coming, just had to use the bathroom, Newt.” You chided and slipped back under the covers, immediately curling into his side and he sighed in content. 

“Thank you. It was quite cold without you, love.” He murmured into your hair as his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you in as close as possible. His fingers traced delicate patterns on the small of your back as his lips pressed a small kiss on your forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle at how affectionate and cute he was half asleep. Your hands went up to meet his hair and allowed your fingers to weave through the soft locks. It was going to be a lazy day and you were perfectly fine with that if it meant spending time with your favourite Hufflepuff.

Queenie Goldstein- 

Your reading time was quickly cut off when Queenie took her place beside you and poked at your arm. You set the book down, turned your head to face the woman and arched your eyebrow.

“Yes, love?” You asked, though you already knew what she wanted. It wasn’t as if you could read her mind, but she’d only interrupt you while reading if she was in dire need of attention. She smiled sweetly up to you and moved to press a kiss on your cheek tenderly. You shifted all your attention towards her, forgetting about the book’s plot. ‘Save it for another time.’ You thought. 

“Just bored is all. You’re always spending time reading instead of talking.” She commented and rested her head on your shoulder. You chuckled and rolled your eyes before proceeding to wrap your arms around her.

“You got my attention. Happy yet, gorgeous?” You asked her.

“Yes I am.” She beamed. 

Sirius Black-

“Baaabeeee.” Sirius groaned, tugging at your arm childishly as you tried to finish an essay for potions. When you didn’t immediately respond to his pleas, he moved until you could see his face and pouted, complete with the loving-yet-annoying puppy dog eyes. 

“Ten more minutes, Sirius, okay? Almost done.” You mumbled, trying to ignore his cute facial expression because the minute you looked, you melted and give into his pleas. His voice was raised about three octaves when he said, “What?!” and you looked down at him, shrugging your shoulders. The boy shook his head and picked you up before you even knew what was going on. 

“No, I want to cuddle with you right now. Your potions essay can wait, it’s not even due for a few days.” He stated and set you down on the couch by the roaring fire. You allowed him to wrap his arms around your torso, already giving up at fighting against this. He was quite warm after all and maybe you could spare thirty minutes for Sirius’ pleasure. You laid your head against his chest and deeply inhaled the scent that could only be described as Sirius. He peppered kisses along your collarbones and you hummed at his affection. 

“Not so bad, is it, baby?” He muttered against your skin and you merely giggled in response. Not so bad, indeed.

Remus Lupin-

How you two ended up, limbs tangled together, with books strewn everywhere on the bed, was a mystery to you both. One minute you had been studying late into the night with each other, and then you two were cuddling. Not the worst thing to be doing on a chilly night, you had to admit.

“Remus…” You murmured to the boy as you gently tapped a rhythm on his chest while he rubbed small circles on your shoulder blades, relieving the tension that built up over the past few days. He stopped what he was doing and looked at you and pecked your nose.

“Yes, my love?” He acknowledged while tugging your body closer to his. 

“Just wanted to say I’m thankful for you, is all.” You chirped and kissed his jawline. He, in return, gave you a lazy smile and moved his head down to give you a proper kiss on the lips. You smiled against his lips, giddy for who knows what. Probably because you were with Remus and finally got to relax after a stressful week. 

“As am I.”  

Draco Malfoy-

“Draco, I’m cold.” You complained and opened your arms up, hoping he’d take the invite and come cuddle with you. When he didn’t look over right away, you pouted and let out an exasperated sigh. That got his attention and he looked over at you, eyebrow arched and a smirk adorning his lips.

“I’ll take care of that.” He drawled and approached you. The boy sat down beside you then moved your frame until you were resting comfortably in his lap. You giggled and began to pepper kisses along his jawline and neck. Draco responded by squeezing your waist and leaning his head back. 

“Warmer now,  princess?” He chuckled and lowered his head to capture your lips with his own. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, brushing the platinum locks at the base of his neck. You pulled away from him and beamed. 

“Always warmer with you around, Draco.” With this statement, he pulled you closer to his body and nodded his head, content with your answer. You could hear him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath, making you smile. 


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As someone who spends a lot of time alone with an animal, let me say that Lucretia definitely got in the habit of talking to the Voidfish during her year alone. Sometimes if the Voidfish wasn’t in the room she would forget and just kind of talk to an imaginary Voidfish. 

Sometimes they had coherant conversations! Fisher is a smart jellyfish. Sometimes it was more like;

Lucretia: *drops something* See, this is why we can’t have nice things. Because everything is garbage and we’re all going to die

Fisher: *worried jellyfish noises*

Lucretia: I know, buddy. I want to die too. But we can’t, can we? Because then a giant disc of living darkness would eat all of existence unstopped. And that would be bad. 

Fisher: *hums*

Lucretia: That’s a fair point. I guess we can not die for today. Do you want to find some stories to eat? Goodness knows the locals won’t be using them in a year or so. 

After a few months of isolation it got the point where they’d shout at each other across the ship just to have company. Fisher would blare random music notes and Lucretia would yell back something inane like “Yes, I know” or “I’m on it, Captain!” The Voidfish would follow her around the ship and make noise at her, because it realized how lonely she was, and she would have very serious conversations about the fuselage and the engine and her past and anything else that came to mind with this bouncing, growing (constantly curious, way too rambunctious) fish. 

When everyone else got back they were a little concerned about the way Lucretia kept turning to the Voidfish and randomly saying things like, “If we don’t find something to eat other than transmutated tree bark things I’m going to stage a mutiny and throw everyone in the brig. First I’ll make them build us a brig,” or ask it about its thoughts on religion and the Hunger as a representation of internal emptiness and external consumption. Worse, sometimes the Voidfish would respond in what sounded suspiciously like musical sentences, leaving everyone with the unsettling impression that the still very tiny, baby Voidfish deserved contributing editor status on Lucretia’s journals now. 

5

That does not look like hate   -Tom Holland

A/N: Short cute little drabble. Because Tom’s a lil shit (I do love him, don’t come at me)

I opened the door of our bedroom to go to the bathroom when I heared a hiss and Tom curse at the same time.
“Tom leave the cat alone!”,I called while walking towards the crime scene just to see the two of them staring at each other.

“What did you do?”, I said and leaned my hands on my hips, raising a questioning brow at him.
“I’m not doing nothing! She is just evil.”,he defended himself and I picked her up. She started purring immediatly and pushed her head under my chin.

“I might have stepped on her tail.”

“Tom!”,I exclaimed and he threw his hands in the air.

“She was just there! She is so sneaky. I hate cats. Tessa is always very recognizable when she walks and sits behind me.”,he defended himself and I furrowed my brows while letting her down. She walked away with her tail in the air, showing her affection.

“Just leave her alone. How does that sound?”, I offered and he crossed his arms infront of his chest.
“I would! If she would leave me alone too.”

“Tom she’s a cat.”

“Exactly!”

“You’re unbelievable.”,I said while pinching the bridge of my nose and shook my head.

After that little incident I went back to change my clothes and we had breakfast together.
“Did your agent call you yet?”,I asked after taking a sip of my tea and he shook his head while flipping through his script.
“I’m staying at home today. Gotta read the script. Learn some lines. You?”, he asked and I put my plate and my mug into the sink after finishing my breakfast.
“I gotta rush out. I got some presentations. Should I take Tessa with me? She’ll be bored with you at home.”,I offered and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Sure.”

“Alright. I’ll see tonight then.”,I said while standing up and gave him a quick peck on his cheek before leaving.

***

I came home really late. It was past 11pm and I was tired to a point where I couldn’t focus longer then ten seconds on something. I took Tessa off her leash as soon as I closed the door and she walked off into our bedroom where her own bed was. I took my jacket off and kicked my shoes off before walking into the living room. And let me tell you one thing: He did not hear me coming.

There he was lying on the couch with my cat on top of his belly, stroking over her furr while humming a song to himself.
“You’re not that bad, you know.”,he said suddenly and took her head between his hands petting her behind her ears. She purred in response and leaned her head against his palms.
“But if you tell Y/N about any of this, I’m gonna have to kill you, is that clear?”,he kept talking to her with a serious expression and made her look into his eyes to which I couldn’t surpress my laugh anymore. His head shot in my direction and he stared at me with wide eyes.

“Wow.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”,he defended himself and sat up which made her jump off of him.

“That does not look like hate.”, I teased him while walking over to the couch and he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.”, he said and I sat down next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and I leaned against his side, my hand resting on his chest.
“So…you and Riceball?”, I asked him and he groaned while pushing me away from himself and made me laugh.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. Come here.”,I said and pulled him closer to me and cupped his face with my hands.
“I love you.”,I said and he squinted his eyes.
“Are you saying that because I might not hate your cat or because you do love me?”,he questioned me and it was my turn to roll my eyes.
“Shut up and kiss me Holland.”,I said and a smirk appeared on his lips.
“Doesn’t matter. You’re mine anyways.”, he said before leaning in with a big smile on his face. He kissed my lips gently and tugged at my bottom lip as the kiss got more intense with every passing second. As I was about to slip my fingers under his shirt he jumped apart and almost knocked my teeth out.

“Ouch!”,we yelled simultanously. But while I was holding my mouth he was staring down his leg where a very excited Riceball was climbing her way up.
“What the hell is she doing? Get off!”, he yelled and made me laugh out loud.
“She is just playing with you! She likes you.”

“Playing my ass! She wants to rip me apart.”, he said while gently pushing Riceball off of himself.

“She is a cat, for gods sake!”

“Exactly!”,he said with raised brows and stood up to walk out of the living room, slightly pouting.

psychosis stuff

-being tired, so tired all the time and your muscles always ache

-They are always watching but you can never find their cameras and microphones

-your pets know what you are saying/thinking and they can talk but they choose not to say anything and just spy on you

-having speech problems at random times and people think youre being rude or trying to be funny

-never having a routine, never eating regular meals, never brushing your teeth or showering or doing other basic things

-feeling nothing and then feeling it all at once at bad times

-hearing constant ringing or humming or buzzing

-crying for no reason or never crying when you know you should

-looking in the mirror and seeing someone thats not you

-switching between arguing with voices and agreeing with everything they say

M-I-A-M-I (PART 2)

Prompt: Please read Part 1 first. Inspired by Daveed’s Instagram post that made the fandom go wild. Y/N and Daveed are in Miami, and things are about to get hot.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Smut. It’s porn, basically.

A/N: *smokes a cigarette* Shout out to @imaginebeinghamiltrash, @tempfixeliza, and the anons who made sure I wouldn’t abandon this story. Also, @tallish-hobbit  here ya go. Ready to sin? Lehggo.

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Don’t Like You Today

Jerome x Reader

Requested by @secretlyshamelesspersona


“So… Barb says you don’t like me today.” Jerome hummed as he hopped into a seat opposite you. “Oh, come on Doll don’t ignore me!”

“But I don’t like you!” You pouted and slipped your hands onto the table making him break out into a fit of laughter, which ended as he sucked in a big breath.

“Fine but you better not talk to anyone else.” He snapped. “I don’t like you either.”

“I don’t care, I hate you.” You turned your chair away from Jerome who watched you like a cat about to pounce and hopped across the table so he could sit in front of you.

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Too Good

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#113 - “I prefer blondes.”

#123 - “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You pause outside Jax’s apartment door, your fist hovering over the wood. “Oh, is that a promise?”

“Sure is, big boy.” a female voice responds, a wave of disgust coming over you before you push it down, channelling your humour.

“Oh, Jackie boy.” you sing, bursting into the room, Jax and his half dressed companion scrambling for their clothes as you enjoy the surprise on their faces, a smirk upon your own. “Tables ready.”

“You forget how to knock?” the girl spits rudely, rushing to get dressed as you lean against the door, Jax pulling on his shirt, a hidden grin on his lips.

“Sorry, sweetheart. My mistake.” you reply in a sickly sweet tone, the girl scowling in response as she grabs her heels, throwing you a glare as she scrambles out of the room. “Nice meeting you!”

“Thanks for bursting in like that. I was two minutes away from getting my dick sucked.” Jax says, shrugging on his kutte. You shrug your shoulders, smiling proudly.

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?“ you reply seductively, Jax raising his eyebrow in response. “I’ll be sure to let the guys know about your new alias.”

“Go ahead, princess. Maybe I’ll let you see if it’s true.” he winks, smirking cockily as he strides past you, your cheeks reddening as you feign repulse.

“No thanks, I don’t plan on getting the clap anytime soon.” You clap your hands together for emphasis, Jax laughing loudly as he heads away from you, flipping the bird as he does so.

The familiar buzz runs through your body as you lean against the wall, Kozik beaming down at you, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re really cheesy, you know that?” you tease, him grinning in response, leaning beside you. “But thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums, leaning down, his breath tickling at your ear, his delicious scent surrounding you. “Fancy taking this somewhere more private?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” you whisper back, your teeth grazing his ear as he shivers, his hand finding yours as you slip around the corner, following him down the corridor.

His apartment door barely shuts before his lips are on yours, his hands slipping under your ass as he picks you up, squeezing roughly. You moan against his mouth, your fingers pulling at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He drops you gently onto the bed a moment later, the mattress softening the blow as you sprawl out on the sheets, Kozik crawling over you and connecting his lips back to yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I got here.” he mumbles against you, his fingertips running down your sides before he finds the hem of your shirt, pulling upwards to relieve you of the fabric. “How fucking sexy you are, how good you’d look under me.”

“Hope I’m living up to your expectations.” you say, flipping him over expertly, your body straddling his. You pull him up by his shirt roughly, quickly yanking the material upwards, his toned physique coming into view bit by bit.

“Expectations and more.” he whispers, his lips latching onto your neck as you grind your hips onto his hardened crotch, a hiss leaving you as he nibbles teasingly.

A loud pounding stops the two of you, the apartment door flying open seconds later. “Can I borrow your-”

Kozik stands up quickly, placing you down on the ground as Tig looks between the two of you, his mouth parted in disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, you stopping him before he can.

“Careful what you say, Trager.” you warn, grabbing your shirt off the bed, turning it the right way before putting it on. “We’ll be out in a second.”

Tig chuckles to himself, winking at you and backing out of the room. You turn your gaze to Kozik, him smiling sheepishly, his cheeks slightly pink. “You think he’ll tell anybody about this?”

“Oh, yeah. Get ready to be the center of attention.” you say, smoothing your hair down in the mirror. “See you out there.”

You leave the room swiftly, heading out the back entrance, hoping the cool air might clear your head slightly. You’ve only just lit your cigarette when the door is pushed open, Jax’s eyes finding yours under the dim lights.

“You know, I never thought Kozik would be your type.” he teases, the door slamming shut behind him as he heads over to you, your eyes rolling at the nickname. “Saw you as more of a Juice kinda girl, to be honest.”

“Juice? Nah, I prefer blondes.” you say bravely, holding out your cigarette to Jax as he runs his tongue across his lower lip, a surprised look on his face.

“That so?” You nod in response, admiring the way his lips wrap around the stick, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he inhales. “You gonna be making him a habit?”

You don’t miss the jealously in his words, butterflies fluttering in your stomach in response. Shrugging, you accept the cigarette back. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just asking.” he replies cooly, shoving his hands in his jean pockets before standing beside you, his foot resting against the wall to keep his balance. “Didn’t think you were one for sleeping around.”

“Who says I am?” you snap, not enjoying the judgment in his tone, especially considering he’s slept with about three hundred women. “You’re the last one to be judging me.”

“Not judging. Just trying to understand it, that’s all.” he defends, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks forward. “Did you finish up after Tig disturbed you both?”

“What’s with all the questions, Jax?” you sigh, throwing the nub down and crushing it with your shoe. You stand in front of the blonde, forcing his attention to you. “I’m single, I’m young. What’s the problem?”

“You’re worth more than a fuck, (Y/N).“ You scoff loudly, the alcohol making you more sensitive than usual. Jax huffs, shaking his head and pushing himself off the wall. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Let’s not.” you say, pushing him roughly, his back hitting the brickwork behind him. “So, you’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, yet I’m not?”

“That’s not what I mean.” he stops himself, running his hands through his hair in frustration as he tries to find the right words to explain himself.“I just mean-”

“Save it, Jackson. You’re so full of shit, you know that?” You laugh humourlessly, your throat thick with emotion. You turn around, your wrist being grabbed before you can get very far. “Let go of me.”

“Can you stop being so dramatic for two fucking seconds and listen to me?!” he yells, his brows knitted in frustration. You’re taken aback by his tone, your eyes wide as you stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

Sighing, he releases you from his grip, turning around and running his hands through his hair, you silently observing his actions. His expression has softened once he faces you again, though he remains frustrated.

“I sleep around because it’s all I deserve, (Y/N).” You go to disagree, but stops you before you can. “Listen.”

“You’re too good to become some croweater. You deserve to be loved, shown off, showered with affection.”

“Don’t lose yourself trying to be like everybody else.” he says, his words nothing but genuine. “You’re far too good for that.”

You’re not sure what to say, Jax’s words being the kindest, most honest thing he’s probably ever said to you. You step closer to him, leaning forwards to press your lips against his cheek. “Thank you, Jax.”

As you go to move backwards, he turns his head to the side, catching your lips softly with his own. Your eyes are wide in shock as you try to understand what is happening, your body unable to respond.

He pulls away sharply, his expression just as surprised as yours. “Shit, I’m shouldn’t have done that.”

“Kiss me again.” you whisper, a flush creeping up your neck, though you’re too entranced to care. Jax frowns, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “Kiss me again, Jax.”

You can see him having an internal battle, both sides fighting a convincing argument. You decide to take matters into your own hands, gripping his kutte in between your fingers and holding him in place, your eyes fluttering shut as you find his mouth with your own.

He relaxes into the kiss straight away, his hands cradling your cheeks as his lips work with yours, featherlight yet passion filled.

You wrap your hand around his wrist as the kiss deepens, the slight breeze forgotten as his kisses warm you up, your body tingling from his touch. His tongue explores your mouth expertly as you submit to him, your mind foggy with nothing but him.

A/N - Wasn’t sure where this was going when I wrote it, but I hope you like how it turned out! Thanks to anon for the request and thank you for all of your support, see you next time! ❤

Being with Sirius after having a nightmare would include

You’d be acquaintances at the most

You’re friends with Lily so you see him occationally with her shadow James

You’ve been having nightmares constantly for weeks

You wake up one night uncontrollably bawling

Embarrassed, you leave the dorm not to wake the others

Your cries settle to sniffles

Dragging a blanket with you across the Gryffindor common room to the sofa

You cucoon yourself in the blanket and curl up against the red velvet

The glow of the fire mixed with the reds and golds of the room settles you

“ Couldn’t sleep? ”

“ Jesus Christ ”

“ No just Sirius ”

He was sat in almost the exact same position just on the single sofa

It was odd seeing the playboy with a blanket draped over him exposing only his face

He looked like an egg

You smiled lightly at him

“ Bad dream? ”

You hummed in agreement as you were reminded of the horrors

“ Me too ”

He seemed sad

He had now let the blanket drape around his shoulders

You realised he was shirtless

“ What were yours about? ”

“ If I told you you’d be horrified ”

“ Try me Black ”

He went into detail about how he dreamt his mother used the imperius cruse to make him kill James

You told him about your repeat dream of Voldemort forcing you to watch as he killed eveyone you loved

“ We’re so fucked ” he laughed

You didn’t respond

You’d been sat for over an hour now but had slid down from the sofas to be sat next to each other on the floor

You talked about your plans after Hogwarts

You suggested you’d probably both be dead before the end of seventh year

“ Every time I close my eyes I see him pulling up my hair to make me look at him ”

“ Can I be honest? ”

You responded with a strange mix of humming and saying yes

“ I’m terrified ”

Sirius Black terrified? You stared at him

“ I’m terrified of what my family is planning with me. I haven’t been the best rep of a pure blood family as of resent ”

Without thinking you brushed your hand against his

Originally posted by loveviral


He retracted it slightly before he settled

You hands sat on top of each others

Not holding hands but not alone

You watched the fire slowly burn out

You could feel his stare

You’d barely ever spoken to him and now you were practically holding hands in front of a fire talking about your feelings

“ This sounds forward but it helps if you sleep with someone else ”

He gave you a suggested look causing you to slap his wrist

“ You know what I mean ”

If the fire wasn’t there you would have noticed his blush but the shadows of him bowing his head and the fire blurred his redness

“ I-er-yeah okay ”

Before your mind could react your body had pulled you both up

You held his pinky in yours as you lead him upstairs

Originally posted by couplenotes

It was 100% akward from here

You slid into bed and pulled him in with you causing him to fall ontop of you

Shirtless Sirius blushing

You both lay next to each other

“ Erm do you want to cuddle? ”

Merlims beard you knew how to make it akward

But he laughed slightly easing the tension

“ Yeah I’ll-em put my arm around you like-er-this ”

You were silent for a moment

“ Is this okay? ”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You didn’t speak just nodded, too afraid you’d squeal strangely

You assumed he was asleep at his lack of movement

You moved your hand to lock with his

He squeezed your hand

“ Thank you Y/N ”

Your heart freaking melted at his genuine graditude

His breathing settled as he fell into a slumber

You followed swiftly

It was the best night sleep you’d had since the summer

Date Night

You were running around the bedroom after your shower, slipping on underwear, picking out dresses, blow drying your hair.

Pennywise was watching this all unfold, sitting on your bed as you prettied yourself up, spending a few hours on your make up, ridding your hair of any kinks using an iron.

“What are you doing (y/n)?” He asked, not really used to seeing you even bother with make up before.

“I have his thing my friend invited me to, I’m kinda third wheeling but I don’t really mind too much” You said under concentration of adding eyeliner.

“Third wheeling?” His face twisted in confusion.

“It’s when a person tags along with another couple because they don’t have a date or someone to hang out with them. When the numbers are odd” you say simply. He sat silently for a moment, processing the information. Then he finally spoke up again.

“Why not take me?” He asked, playing with beads from a necklace near by.

“Babe,” you started, looking over at him. With his ruffled dirty clown, while pale skin, unnatural look. It’s not that you were necessarily embarrassed of him, but he was literally the killer clown that would probably have angry mobs after him.

“Killer clown” you said to yourself, almost scoffing as you looking over at him, watching his “killer instincts”. snuggling into a pillow, looking a little offended over not being invited to a simple evening outing.

“Why do you want to go so bad? You said you didn’t even like the way (y/f) smelled” you turn back around, finishing off your make up and walking over to your closet.

“You could of at least mentioned it to me, you didn’t even ask if I wanted to go..” he said, pouting grumpily. You sighed, feeling bad about not bringing it up to him. But also, in what way would it be normal to take a 6'5 pale vintage clown to a formal dinner? As much as you loved him the way that he was, it would definitely be the elephant in the room. You sighed and smiled at his adorable pouts, finally saying “fuck it” to yourself.

“Would you like to join me to dinner my love?” You said after a few minutes of just watching him, he perked up almost immediately, a toothy smile spreading across his face. You were unsure about how going out with him would look, but before your eyes he had turned into a more “human” looking man. Tall, handsome, brown haired goof ball with Penny’s same blue eyes and wide grin.

“Shall we my darling?” He extended his hand towards yours, you still in a robe completely in aw of his human form.

“L-let me slip into my dress, yeah?”

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Later than night, you had showed up with Penny in his human costume. Girls turned heads when his large figure past tables, your friend seemed to almost completely avoid her date due to the admiration towards your dashing date.

“P-Penny was is? My my what a hunk” she would make jokes about it, and the guy next to her seemed jealous. But your favorite part of the entire night was how Penny would turn to you over nearly everything. Not only was he not used to being in public, but he also didn’t want to say something to upset you. He would crack his joke though, and you swore a giggle escaped from every girl in the room. He had caught everyone’s attention, but when you spoke with others, Penny would instead turn his head and admire you. He liked the tone of your voice and the elegance of the words you used to seem intelligent infront of people.

By the time the night had come to a close, you were exhausted. You sat in the back of a taxi leaning into Pennywise nearly falling asleep when you felt his lips atop of your head.

“How was I (y/n)?” His whisper interrupted the sound of traffic outside. You smiled and hummed a little. “Does that mean good or bad?” He whispered again.

“You were absolutely perfect” you said, eyes still closed, “but as soon as we’re back home, I want my Pennywise back.

"Don’t you like me like this better?” He asked, almost quieter as before. Your eyes opened as you pushed yourself up to face him.

“I think I fell in love with a clown, not a regular person. I like this look, but whoever I intend of holding tonight is my clown, yeah?” You said, pinching his cheeks slightly. He nodded, a bit of color coming to his cheeks as you leaned back into him again. “No more clowning around and get back to being my clown” You smirked at your oh-so clever line and kinda dozed off the rest of the ride in his chest.

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First off shout out to @fuck-the-clown

Second off, I gotta say I’m so grateful you guys allow me to write these things down and allow me to express myself. Gotta be free to be weird somewhere :-)

Lastly, if you don’t like what I write then don’t fucking read it.

Thank you guys so much for liking my last story, it really encouraged me to post this one. Love you guys, I’m signing off now, but have a great day! (Or Night) 🖖🏼

Windows {PJM} (M)

Description: Your boyfriend Jimin is really stressed so you let him take it out on you. CEO!Jimin AU

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,511

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (지패리를 위해서 ^^)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (an EXO version w/ Sehun will be posted after!)

Originally posted by sugutie

As soon as your boyfriend Jimin told you how stressed out he was, you went straight to his office. He was practically running the business on his own while Namjoon was away. You couldn’t even attempt to put yourself in his situation, you’d never been in a situation like his.

When you walked into the building, you were confronted by Jungkook. The two of you greeted each other with smiles before you went to walk passed him. He grabbed your arm and you looked at him.

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Professor Moony and the Scarlet Minx

Request: “Hey can I please get a v smutty/teasey sub!remus x reader??? I know how he’s mostly portrayed as dom but I’d like to see one of my favourite writers write him as sub, please <3”

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/n: this is in an AU Remus started teaching at Hogwarts in his mid-twenties thank qqqqq

Remus entered your shared apartment with a tired sigh, carrying his suitcase which had become filled with your owl-sent notes in amongst all the paperwork he had to finish marking tonight. He smiled at the thought of seeing your face after such a difficult day; a day he only got through because of your sweet little letters. It had started in the morning when Snape made a snide remark about Remus’ bad mood.

“That time of the month again, Lupin?” He scorned.

“I’m afraid so, but at least I know I’m not pregnant.” he replied with a purse of his lips. “Wait, we’re talking about my menstruation, right?”

Snape had given a distasteful huff, dramatically walking away.

I don’t think I’ll make it through today, he had written to you on his first lunch break, I want to punch everyone, and it’s not even reached third quarter moon.

His owl had then returned with a box of chocolates and a note attached: Thinking of you. Send for me if you need more motivation to survive the day. Love you xx

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on their first date

What if the dinner at Angelo’s went differently? All it takes is stepping on a butterfly to change fate. (x)

Tagging @a-candle-for-sherlock @missmuffin221 @ailynerie @shag-me-senseless-watson @very-grumpy-bisexual @love-in-mind-palace @fangirllock @one-thousand-splendid-stars @the-blue-carbuncle (Let me know if you’d like a tag in any future stuff! I might turn this into a series.)



This is as cliché as it could have gotten.

Nestled together beneath delicate lights, the small Italian café soaking warmth into bones chilled by the London air. A table so small, two sets of knees could knock together with just a shift of weight (that is, if either of the knee-owners so inclined). Enough familiarity to settle into the scene with ease, though enough of strangers to still wary of the other. A candle flickering between them.

It’s enough to make you think. To make you wonder.

“You don’t have a girlfriend, then?”

When Sherlock hears you, you never can tell if he’s actually listening. “Girlfriend? No, not really my area.”

“Mm.” John says, and then freezes, the full intent settling in his stomach. Oh. “Oh, right.” A beat. “D’you have a boyfriend?”

Now Sherlock is listening, head immediately snapping to his companion with sharp, appraising eyes. His brow is furrowed. It makes him look boyish and, well, human, a word John has quickly learned not to affiliate with the man. John’s worried he’s actually offended him.

“Which is fine, by the way.”

“I know it’s fine.”

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It was a good dream

Originally posted by eggstiles

Theo x Reader ~ Smut

Collabed by @bonniebird and @joeynihil

It started with a innocent comment during a hug. Theo had come back into the house from speeding the full moon in the woods, having just enough time to tug a pair of boxers on before you darted into the room and hugged him.

“You smell so good.” You muttered, nuzzling into him as he smiled, trying to hide his delighted look behind smugness.

“I look good too.” He said in your ear as he stroked your hair.


“Yeah but you know that and it make you make that face.” You hummed pointing at him and he laughed.

The two of you shared a small apartment, the bed doubled as the sofa and the kitchen was close enough that you and Theo often tried to see who could toss cutlery into the sink from the bed on the days when the TV wouldn’t work.

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The Mafia’s Son Part 1

So, I’ve gotten quite a large amount of comments asking for a series and for dark lance. And I’ll tell you. I listened. In my own way. So, I present to you a mafia au of our fine blue boy! The Young Prince of the McClain family.

Lance was the youngest of the family. And he’d proudly say that to anyone and everyone that would listen to him. Though, he doubted that people really just how much weight that held in his family, the McClain family. He was the baby of the family. A family that was… how would it be said? Rather, well known. Famous even, if you knew who to ask. All the attention just for their small family business. It really wasn’t too big of deal. Well, not a big of deal for them being one of the biggest mafia’s in Cuba with connections internationally. Lance was a lucky boy being the youngest. With all his older sisters coddling him and protecting him, there was always someone playing with him, or teaching him things. Protecting him from the big bad world.

           Just look at Lance’s first boyfriend, the mess it was. He’d been an asshole, taking advantage of Lance’s money and love. Then breaking his heart when he slowly realized just who Lance was. His sister had not been happy. Lance was hurt.

           Luckily, the pain wasn’t so bad that he couldn’t enjoy painting targets of that jackasses pants and watching his sisters taking turns with their pipes. He did warn his dear Johnny that his sisters would bust his kneecaps if he hurt Lance. Johnny had said he’d love Lance forever… but obviously that was a lie if he was fucking some other girl on the side. Sweet girl. Lance liked her, he took great pleasure in stealing her to be his own when Johnny was in the hospital, and remaining her closest friend when the relationship was broken off.

           That doesn’t mean Lance was completely helpless… they didn’t call him the dark prince for nothing. He was the young prince of the family, with family members that would protect him with their lives. They would do anything for him, enjoyed taking care of him and smothering him in protective love. But Lance was more than capable of taking lives of his own. Mama didn’t raise someone lazy. And Papa didn’t raise a son who was at the mercy of his surroundings. He was the hunter, not the prey. Lance was just as driven and hardworking as his older sisters. And Lance couldn’t help but think that maybe that was his saving grace. Though, he guessed no one could have guessed the son of a mafia would be shot into space to fight an intergalactic war with giant metal space lions.

           Hey. He’s seen weirder things growing up he guessed. His uncle was quite creative with a can of spray paint, a crow bar, and toothpicks. He’d never seen a torture victim crack so fast. Though, Lance was more partial to kill them with kindness. Mercy and guilt. Classic. And worked so well for him, being the so called ‘innocent one’ of the family.

           Too bad everyone that could disprove that was either family or dead.

           Oh well, that was a shame he guessed.

           What Lance couldn’t have guessed however, was just how hard it was to be in space without his family. The loneliness and frustration was almost crushing. He couldn’t get a break from being smiley and joking. He didn’t get to let out his frustrations anymore. The bloodlust inside him aching, the need to dig and tear into someone, watch their pain beneath your fingernails. Blood. Red. True. Honest. It was difficult to act normal without a break for so long. Acting average in training simulators where he could easily handle his own load, but had to stumble a bit. They had nothing to technically be suspicious about. And he guessed he could explain himself. But, that would be. Inconvenient. Gaining trust was time consuming. He cared about them so much. He’d never hurt them. But if he confessed his sins, would they still believe that?

           It was easier if they never found out. Even if the dark prince within him was growing impatient. Itching to just get this over with and go home. The temptation to find and corner a Galran general on a mission and just take the information he wanted was so an enticement that was so hard to resist. Lance had to wonder just how long he could take it. The jabs at his goofy nature, a personality that was warmly received at home. The biased behaviors, everyone preferring someone else to his company, excusing Coran. If only he’d met Coran on earth. His father would have loved him. They would all be well taken care of when they got to earth, whether they learned why that would be or not. Lance had his plans.

           He was going to get Pidge and Hunk into good colleges or careers dependent on their wishes, they had enough military and fighting for their short lives. Shiro would be urged into counseling by everyone, so that wasn’t a worry. Though Lance would be sure to make sure he would get only the best job in whatever field he would go into. Keith, he was a little more difficult, Lance would have to wait and see before he made any decisions. God knows where Keith was going to stay. Though with how cozy him and Shiro were getting, Keith was probably sure to stay with Shiro. Either way, Lance would be sure that Keith would not end up in some shack in a desert. He loved all the paladins, but he knew for a fact he had a soft spot know as a crush for both the red and black paladins. It wouldn’t affect any judgement he had on them. And he certainly wasn’t jealous per-say of them finding affections in each other. He couldn’t have them anyway. They were pure. Naïve. He wouldn’t taint that.

           Maybe them getting together in front of Lance’s eyes was the next best thing. Whether it doomed him to other fantasies or helped him move on. He didn’t know just yet… guess he’d find out as the days went by. Lance leaned back against Blue’s paw. Head lulled back with a smile.

           Blue was the only one that knew everything. Mind melds were easy to avoid the memories of a little five-year-old Lance holding a gun. Or the many ‘interrogations’ and strewn bodies parts that stained the floors of the training rooms. It wasn’t that hard really. All he had to do was push forward the memories of his sisters and parents. Christmas trees and laughter. Playing card games and speaking Spanish together into the night.

           “Hey Blue, do you think I’m a bad person?” A purr of reassurance rang through his mind, soothing him. She loved him regardless of human laws and moralities. She sensed his good heart. His love for their team. She was not worried about him hurting anyone that didn’t deserve it. Didn’t mind that he had human blood on his hands as well as alien. Maybe that even helped him, the others all had a hard time with the concept of deaths on their head. Needing comfort which Lance was often the one to give as the friendly and cheery paladin. Holding Pidge and assuring her it was okay, she would find her family, and they would love her all the same. They loved her too. Hunk always would need a hug. His anxiety and guilt reaching high levels until Lance could curve it. Whispering quietly and helping Hunk destress, think with a clear head. Lance helped Keith keep his mind off it. Sparring with him. And giving subtle reassurance whenever a flash of fear and guilt would ring through those violet eyes when Keith would pin Lance or point a weapon at him. Shiro was a little harder to help, but also was easier in a way. He was used to death. Most of Lance’s comfort was given to Shiro by finding him when the nightmares were bad and staying with Shiro. Quietly humming, or talking in a low voice until Shiro would drift back to sleep.

           Lance wandered if he noticed how even when he helped them, he didn’t quite get or need help himself. Looking down the barrel of a gun and taking someone’s life was a feeling Lance knew quite well. And if there was a reason for it. Lance was quite fine with the feeling, only enjoying the rush of pleasure and sadistic desire. Lance knew if he killed an innocent, with no ties to his family, those feelings would drown in guilt and ill emotions. So, Lance would avoid that, he never hurt anyone that hadn’t hurt or threatened him or his family first. Just like he’d avoid scaring and hurting his new family with his blood ties. His Blood Right.

           Lance didn’t realize just how hard that would be to avoid.

           Secrets don’t hide in the dark forever after all.

Good Daddy

Title: Good Daddy

Genre: Smut, daddy!kink, mature content

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Length: 3249 words

A/n: No amount of holy water can cleanse my soul. I am a beacon of sin. I swear I’m not even a daddy kink kind of girl… I just think about this a lot…

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Namjoon pushed you against the wall without warning, his long fingers digging into your arms harshly. His face came centimeters from yours, his breath coming out hot and panting on your temple.

You still weren’t used to this. The first time it had happened, more fear than lust had risen in you but once he got going, you couldn’t help but bask in his treatment. Now was no different, it started with fear that slowly melted into desire.

His hand was at your jaw pushing your face up to expose your neck to him. He licked a thick strip of it up from your clavicle, ending with a bite at your ear. You whimpered at the attention, your panties beginning to stick to your skin.

“You’re eager today baby.” His voice was low in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine that melted into your core, leaving you throbbing and desperate for friction. He pushed your jaw up harshly when you didn’t answer.

“Yes-s daddy.”

“Tell me baby girl, what do you want daddy to do?”

His grip on your jaw slacked but only slightly as you felt the bruises forming under his fingertips. He brought his mouth right below your ear, sucking at the tender skin with an open mouth, his tongue painting over your skin. You withered beneath his hold, his body towering over you and closing you in, that with the combination of his tongue’s soft rhythm had you soaking and dying to be touched.

“Come on baby. If you don’t answer me I’m going to have to punish you.”

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BTS reaction- Seeing you after the break up

Anon asked: “Hi hi. I love your writing so much girl! You are so good, and I hope you never stop writing. So then can I ask for a bts reaction for when they see you after the break up, but they are with someone else, however they still have lingering feelings for you their ex? I hope this made sense. Thank you in advance” 

Omg thank you so much!!! I am so happy you like my writing. I hope you like this reaction too :) Happy Reading!

**gifs are not mine. Credit to rightful owners. Sourced from google images**

MASTERLIST


Jin 

He would not approach you directly, would think about it, but stay put at the spot. He would probably just admire your from far.

Jin was out grocery shopping with his current partner when his eyes fell on your figure. He stopped in his tracks. Memories of the past flooded in his mind, and his throat dried up. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He felt guilty for breaking up with you. “What are you looking at?” asked his partner. “Hmm?” he still didn’t look away from you. “Oh uh nothing” he replied. “Lets go”. But while leaving he turned around to take one last look at you, and a smile stretched across his lips and he knew that he still had lingering feelings for you.

Yoongi 

He wouldn’t make it a big deal and would be very realistic. Most likely to ask how life is going for you and how everything has been. 

“Yoongi?” he heard your voice, and his stomach tightened. He turned around found himself face to face with you. “Hi” he breathed out. “How have you been y/n?” he asked. “Good” came your reply. You asked him the same question in return. “Its been good too” he said with longing in voice, which you caught. “It was nice seeing you here. You look good as always” he smiled sweetly. You bid him goodbye and left. Yoongi stood rooted at his spot, looking in the direction of your retreating figure, even long after you had gone. He didn’t pay mind to the 7 missed calls he had received from his current partner throughout the duration of the chance meeting with you. 

Hoseok 

He would be a bit  surprised to bump into due to the unexpectedness of the situation. But he would be very smiley and giddy to see you again, but wouldn’t call you out. 

Taking a walk with his gf(/bf) in the park his mind was preoccupied with you. When he found himself back to reality his eyes found you. A small smile made its way on his lips and he couldn’t control it. Nonetheless he was surprised to see you there. “Y/n” he whispered with a dreamy look in his eyes. He saw your silouhette walk away from him, and had the urge to call you out, to hear your voice again and to see your face that haunted his dreams at night. Realization that you were no longer his dawned on him but he didn’t let it get him down. He still smiled to himself as he watched you walk away, heart beating slightly fast in his chest. 

Namjoon

Namjoon would be a bit shy and nervous when he sees you, stuttering and fumbling for words and trying to think of what to say to you. 

“Isn’t that her?” his partner asked him. He followed the line of sight and found you. You looked up and saw him with another person. You walk up to them. “Namjoon, long time” you smile. “Yea..” he says almost inaudibly. He cleared his throat. ‘Stay calm Joon’ he thought to himself. “S-so how are you doing?” he asked you. “As good as I can” you smile. His eyebrows furrow for a slight second. After your meeting with him, he wonders if you still have feelings for him as he still does for you. He spent the rest of the day thinking about the time he spent with you wishing for it to come back. 

Jimin 

All the past feelings would resurface for him as he sees you. He would feel guilty towards his current partner, but seeing you would open the floodgates of his feelings for you and he wouldn’t be able to let go of it.

Jimin would spend the entire night looking through your old pictures, smiling to himself. Longing sighs escaped his lips. He paused on his favourite picture of you. He zoomed into each feature on your face, remembering the times he has kissed your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead. “Why aren’t we together y/n?” he talked to your picture, with furrowed eyebrows. “I know I shouldn’t be doing this but you were the best thing in my life.”  “I wish we never…”he trailed off, hearing footsteps outside the bedroom door. He turned off his phone and puts it away, pretending to sleep as his gf/bf entered the room. 

Taehyung 

Tae would probably be the most normal out of everyone else. If after seeing you he did realize his feelings for you he would be truthful about it with himself.

He tapped you on the shoulder as he found your petite figure in the music store you both used to visit together. You turned around and were met with Tae’s smiling face. “Tae” you smile in shock. “I just saw you and thought I should come say hi” he returned your smile, in anticipation. He rocked back and forth on his feet. “Still the same I see” you comment. “Still as pretty” he replied. After the meeting as he made his way home, he smiled all the way, humming to himself. He knew he still liked you, but he felt bad for feeling that way since he was with someone else. Regardless, he didn’t lie to himself. “One day Taehyung” he patted his chest gently. 

Jungkook

Jungkook wouldn’t call you out, he would watch you from afar. Partly because he would be too shy and awkward to approach and partly because he would remember his current s/o and feel a bit guilty. 

As he watched your slumped figure in the cafe, your nose buried in a book he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nothing has changed” he smiled. His stomach fluttered. He wanted to talk to you, but he stopped himself because he wasn’t with you anymore. It wouldn’t be fair to his present partner. So he sat at the coffee shop opposite the street and watched you, sometimes laughing, sometimes smiling. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t seem to realize how much time had passed until he received a call. “I am coming right now” he said hurriedly. With one last wistful look towards you he hesitantly made his way down the street, feeling a mixture of happiness at seeing you but also feeling regretful. 


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