i actually have a gif of that it was gonna be in here

this looks really bad but i trIED WH O OPS

 i wanted to animate thomas  really badly because like,, aghhghg 

HERE COMES SUMMER WITH AN EMOTION FILLED TEXT WHOOP 

hes a great person and all the times he’s said nice things about my art, its made me continue to draw, and since i started watching him everything in my life got so much better?? like wow aaagh ,,, recently he’s been saying suCH NICE THINGS about my art and it makes me so happy and makes me cry tbh because like,, he’s always there for everyone its so sWEET I CANT


so like,, thanks for lighting up my life, thomas 

everything you’ve done has helped me through so many dark times 

Because of you I joined a groupchat about you and it inspired me to make an actual Twitter account instead of a side one, and ever since all the people in the community have made me feel so welcome aaaaa


i’m gonna end this here because im ranting whoops,,, anyways i hope u like it ,, aa aa a @thatsthat24

“How To Study.”

A tale told by a physics student. I am really bad at studying. Which explains my somewhat average grades. But i know how to study effectively and realistically have success with studying. Nobody ever teaches you HOW  to study, they just tell you to study. So here is how i do it (most of the time)

There are two ways of going at it.

  • Stress studying. (studying for exams just the day before and putting as much information in your head as possible just to forget everything right before the exam)
  • Actual studying. (taking the time you have and study at least 4 hours a day 3 work days a week, and actually get the success that you deserve)

Stress studying

It’s bad for you, your health, and a big cause of bee colony collapse disorder (Don’t ask why). Realistically you’re gonna pass your exams  1 out of 3 or 4 times, and it is just not worth it. It doesn’t just reflect on your grades but also on your work ethic. (which is real bad for your future)

Actual studying

What you need is:

  • Time.
  • Studying utensils (quality notebooks and good pens).
  • A clean and tidy Studying environment.
  • Discipline.

Time - It’s really simple, plan 4 hours a day of studying 3 work days a week. Don’t be like “But dude! When will i have time for my personal stuff?” seriously. A typical day has 24 hours, If you go to sleep at midnight and wake up at 7 or 8 (that’s 7-8 hours of sleep) you have 17-18 hours left to your day.

4 hours of that is just 23%, taking in account you’d do it at least 3 work days a week it would be just 7% (and a little more) of your precious workday time. So it’s worth it. Totally worth it. Don’t ruin your work ethic just because you want to spent 7% more time on tumblr.

Studying Utensils - I cannot stress enough how important good notebooks and good pens and stuff are. I suffered a lot from this, i wouldn’t take notes, and write down stuff because of how awful it looked on cheap paper with bic pens (no offense bic, your lighters are awesome tho).  

It’s not cheap tho, but at least buy good notebooks with that metal round thingy holding it (i.d.k the name of it in English). And go Black instead of Blue, Black pens all the way. Use sharpies instead of the usual stuff, or at least gel ink pens, the smoother it goes the better, and blue pens are an abomination, every knowledgeable person in the past ages has written in black. Oh, and fineliners.

A clean and tidy Studying environment - You have a desk? Yes? Good. Throw everything you have on it to the ground (except you laptop, you wouldn’t drop a baby, would you?). Get a desk lamp, no matter how bright your room is, you need a concentrated stream of light allowing the photons reflecting from the ink on your books to transfer the information successfully to your brain, and desk lamps boost concentration. Make that a working environment, only use that desk when you’re studying (no exceptions) and once you do that, every time you sit by your desk you will automatically start to work.

Discipline - You want to be full on motivated :D ??? Well f*** you cause that’s not happening >:D

Discipline is what you’re looking for. Full on military stuff, just like back in good old communism. Discipline guarantees you success, motivation leads to incoherent success which includes utterly common instances of failure.

I mean look at the definitions:

Mo·ti·va·tionˌ

mōdəˈvāSH(ə)n/ - noun

  1. the reason or reasons one has for acting or behaving in a particular way.
  2. the general desire or willingness of someone to do something.

Will you rely on luck and willingness or reason? No, luck and willingness pass, they are not consistent and for every reason there are at least 10 excuses. Don’t be a silly excuse for your failed academic success.

Dis·ci·pline

ˈdisəplən/ - noun

  1. The practice of training people to obey rules or a code of behavior, using punishment to correct disobedience[1].
  2. A branch of knowledge, typically one studied in higher education.

[1] - The only punishment you’ll receive is academic failure, and not reaching your true, deserving recognition for your true intelligence and social worth just because of laziness caused by day to day stress is punishment enough, i think.

Discipline yourself, push yourself. Don’t wait for something so relative, so passing as motivation. If you’re gonna do something, STAND THE f*** UP AND DO IT.

Just remember RWSR.

  • Read
  • Write
  • Study
  • Repeat

Cheers,

-Rudescience

I remember how I hated them. Because they hated me. And I couldn’t understand why. I wondered why I even existed. That’s when I found out I had this demon inside me. It wasn’t my fault, but everyone acted as if it was. That just made it worse. But then… a few people came along who paid attention to me. That made it better. It was alright then, even though I had this monster inside me. Even though everyone else acted like I didn’t exist. Because I wasn’t alone anymore. For the first time in a long time, I was happy again. Really, really happy. They made me remember how good life could be. They made me glad to be alive. But when I think back to where I was before I met them, it’s scary. Nothing but pain and darkness. What would I be like if I stayed there? All alone. That’s how come I can understand him.” 

N a r u t o  U z u m a k i


Note: I don’t think we give enough credit to Naruto—or at least, not at this point in time. This was Naruto reflecting on his life after meeting Gaara, after seeing how similar their situations were yet how drastic their outcome. 

Naruto may not have a high cognitive intelligence, but his emotional intelligence goes above and beyond the norm. Emotional intelligence refers to a person’s ability to perceive, control, evaluate, and express emotions. Research has found that individuals with strong leadership potential also tend to be more emotionally intelligent—which just supports even further why this unpredictable hyperactive ninja became Hokage. 

I know at this time we found it really amusing that he always stated, “I’m gonna be Hokage someday!” and assumed that obviously the show was going to end with that because of the efforts he put to get there, but I think it’s really important to note how Naruto was such a great candidate for that position because of this inherent quality. 

I read somewhere how when encountering a person who is extremely unstable mentally or otherwise, the first and foremost thing you should do is listen to what they have to say—to try and understand them. Why? Because most of the time, such people just need someone to just accept their emotions and their words as holding importance—to accept the fact that their emotions are real and worthy of attention. 

We have made Naruto’s ‘talk-no-jutsu” somewhat of a joke and just something more funny than serving a purpose—and yes, sometimes it does appear as if it is overdone—but just think about it for a second. This is the ninja world where these shinobi are constantly killing and such a life is traumatic at times. Think of all the people Naruto has met that have gone through so many traumatic experiences and are just not mentally stable and the very first thing he always does is listen. To try and relate. To understand them. To say, “Hey, I hear what you’re saying, and I understand your emotions are real.” 

This quality of his—THIS right here is why he TRULY became Hokage. Why he was so qualified for the position. He never believed any feeling or thought was below him and he always listened to each person he encountered. He brought people together this way. And when you’re sitting at such a high position as Hokage (or whatever position of leadership), it is SO important to be both perceptive and receptive of e v e r y person out there—no matter what their status/rank/race/age/personality/ideology/etc.

And on top of that all, Naruto was very self-aware. Do you see how he reflected on being the kyuubi container? He’s this thirteen-year-old kid who realized that the hate people had was targeted toward the kyuubi container, not him. But because they were one in the same thing, the hate was also targeted towards him. And because he was able to grasp this concept, he was able to use this to push forward to turn that hate around by reaching out to one person at a time until he was reaching out to the whole of the shinobi world. 

It’s honestly so beautiful. We could all learn so much from his character. And try to apply some of his methods to our daily lives. Imagine how much positive change that would bring into this world. 

“Harry, slow down!” You giggled, stumbling over your feet as Harry practically dragged you down the hallway clumsily. Harry’s grip tightened when you stumbled once again, making him turn back to glance at you and make sure you weren’t actually going to fall over. “I can’t walk in these heels!” 

“It’s not my fault you chose the stilettos.” Harry hummed, apologizing under his breath when he knocked into someone while leading you to the guest bedroom. 

Harry had decided to throw a house party in celebration of the success of his debut album and was very much surprised by the number of people that came. He had definitely sent out more invitations than intended, but that was okay! The more, the merrier… Right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. Because now all he wanted was to kick everyone out of the house so he could get a little loving from you. (Or, a lot. He wanted a lot.) He might have gone a little crazy on the Cosmopolitans and the only thing he could think about was what he was going to do once he got you out of that slinky little dress.  

“Harry, I have to fix my shoe,” You hiccuped, stopping in your tracks and reaching down with your free hand to adjust the strap on the heel. “If I fall and break my ankle you won’t be able to fuck me at al-”

“Harry! Hey, where are you guys headed off to? We were just about to whip up a couple more of my famous strawberry daiquiris.” You looked up as one of Harry’s friends walked over to you guys, half-listening in on the small talk and half-admiring your boyfriend. God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. Like a celestial being. Kinda like Wonder Woman. 

“Y/N’s not feeling too good so I’m jus’ gonna check if we have any panadol.” Harry hummed, smiling lightly at you as you reached over to twirl your finger around a strand of his hair. “But save some daiquiris fo’ us! We’ll be down in a mo’.” It was once his friend disappeared that he began dragging you down the hallway again, headed straight towards your guys’ bedroom door. 

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as Harry struggled to unlock the door (You liked having it locked during house parties because one time you found Niall and some girl going at it in your bed) before he finally got it and held it open to let you in.“S’too dark, I can’t see anythin’.”

“That’s what the light is for, H.” You snorted, slapping your hand against the light switch and squinting as the room lit up. Both of you were pretty drunk and it was amazing that you were able to make it to the room without passing out in the first place. You definitely didn’t expect Harry to push you up against the wall almost immediately after you shut the door, your lips tugging up in a grin as you pushed at Harry’s chest lightly. “We can’t, we’re the hosts! We’re being bad hosts…” 

“S’okay, Niall’s down there dancing on our bloody table, he’ll distract everyone.” Harry murmured against your neck, his fingers already working the zipper on the back of your dress. 

“What if someone walks in?” You gasped, feeling Harry nip on your skin hungrily before sucking lightly. 

“Locked the door already.” He groaned, pushing his hips against yours while keeping you pressed up against the wall. 

“But what if everyone hears us?” At this point, Harry had already pushed your dress down to your hips, looking up at you as he kneeled down on the ground. Harry knew you were teasing him - You loved teasing him when it came to situations like this. 

“You’re killin’ me here, baby.” He puffed out playfully, planting a kiss to your hipbone and hooking a finger in your panties.

“I’m just saying I don’t want you to be humiliated once everyone hears you moaning and groaning for me.” You shrugged casually, smirking down at Harry in a cocky manner. What? You knew you were good in bed, Harry knew you were good in bed - You were telling the truth! (Not to mention, you got a 100% more confident when you had your fair share of tequila shots.) 

“You’re gonna eat your words tonight, love.” 

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Tom Holland Imagine: Ready?

Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.

A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY

Warnings: none

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I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!

I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.

“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.

“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”

“I’m on my way.”

I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”

“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.

I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.

“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”

“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”

Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.

—Time Skip—

As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.

I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.

I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.

Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.

“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”

Tom whipped his head up.

“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”

Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”

Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”

—Time Skip—

Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.

“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”

“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”

“What did you come up with?”

“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”

“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”

—Time Skip—

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”

“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”

“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”

“We’re- what?”

“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”

“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”

“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”

“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.

“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”

“You too…”

The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.

I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.

“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”

“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”

I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.

“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.

“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.

“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.

“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.

“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”

“Oh, god, yes!”

I laughed as I watched Tom fumble with his phone.

“Mum? Mum! SHE SAID YES!”

Angel

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink


Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”

Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.


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Where in the hell was it? You knew it had to be in the bedroom somewhere… Harry was terrible at hiding things, so finding the CD of his debut album couldn’t have been that hard. You were wrong. Because here you were, about an hour and a half into the search, and all you had found was a loose button and some change. 

“Come on!” You whispered to yourself after checking the bedside drawers for the tenth time in a row. You had basically turned the entire bedroom upside down trying to find the CD, and at this point, your back was aching and you were ready to sit down and take a break. Of course, you couldn’t really take a break because this was one of those moments where Harry had gone out, so you had the entire house to yourself. “Okay, let’s do this again.” You huffed, arching your back slightly and wincing as it cracked. 

“Looking for your dignity again?” You jolted, hitting your head against the wooden base of the bed when you heard Harry’s voice by the door. 

“Haha, very funny. I’m actually looking for-” Wait. You couldn’t tell Harry you were looking for his CD. You had been begging to hear it for the longest time, and each time Harry would shoot you down and then send you off with a little kiss. After getting rejected for about the hundredth time, you decided to take matters into your own hands: You’d have to find the CD yourself, listen to all the songs while he was gone, and then slip it back into its hiding place. But for now, you obviously couldn’t do anything with Harry back home. “For my… Reading glasses?” You were a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot. 

“You mean the ones on your head?” Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing to the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Oh, there they are!” You scoffed, slapping yourself on your forehead gently. “Silly me! Well, now that I found my glasses, I can go back to reading.” 

“You sure you were only looking for your glasses?” 

“Of course!” 

“Where’s the book?” 

“Downstairs.” 

“I didn’t see anything downstairs.” 

“Then you must need glasses as well.” 

“What book are you reading?” 

“Harry Potter.” 

“Which one?” 

“The… 2nd one.” 

“Ah, the 2nd one. Interesting.” Harry hummed, stalling for a moment before he was suddenly zipping out of the room and back downstairs. You didn’t understand what the rush was until you realized: There was no Harry Potter book downstairs and Harry was about to find that out in a second. 

“I totally just played myself.” You muttered quietly, hearing the thud of Harry’s footsteps as he rushed back upstairs. A sheepish smile embraced your features when Harry popped in once again. 

“There’s no book.” He breathed out, raising a finger and pointing at you accusatorily. “Don’ play games with me, love. What are you really looking for?”

“Ooh, fine! I was looking for your stupid CD, alright? I thought it’d be easy to find it considering how shitty you are at hiding things.” For your birthday last year, Harry hid your present underneath his pillow. Under his pillow.  

“I already said you were gonna have to wait until May 12th jus’ like everyone else!” Harry grinned at your pouty expression. Usually, that face only came out when you really, really wanted something. 

“Harry, please!” You whined, flopping down on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hug. 

“It’s not happening! I love you, but it’s not happening. Nice try, though!” Harry said through giggles, walking over to look down at you. “You know what’s funny?” 

“What?” 

“I was going to let you listen to Kiwi because I love you tha’ much, but you called my CD stupid and my hiding skills shitty. So I change my mind.” 

You really did play yourself. 

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CAMERON DALLAS  X READER SMUT

Blanket fort

desc: Reader gets caught messing around with Jack & Nash, and Cameron jealously takes her aside to teach her a lesson.

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It had been your idea to set it up, and even though Cam, Nash, and Jack had complained at first, they were actually quite proud of their creation. A huge blanket fort spread out across the width of the large living and dining room. From above, it looked like a patchwork field of different colored blankets strewn just high enough that you could sit on top of your knees. Jack tucked into the last corner of the fort while you threw bundles of fairy lights into the different rooms.

“Catch us!” Called the three boys as they darted under the entrance of the fort.

You giggled, “c’mon guys!”

The fort had been made into a network of various hiding rooms, nooks, and crannies.

“Here I come!” you hollered and dove after the boys.

You squat down and turned through about four empty nooks when suddenly-

“BOOO!” Jack and Nash jumped out from either side of the small space, causing you to yelp out and fall face forward.

You came up cursing, rubbing your forehead and pouting.

“Nawww, we’re sorry,” the boys said in unison, not sounding sorry at all as they both attacked you in hugs.

“Nash-Jack!” you groaned from under their strong arms.

They both pulled you backwards against the wall, Nash pinning you down whilst Jack tickled you.

“Say we win!” said Nash.

You gasped, “N-no!”

“Kay, babe,” Jack said.  Nash held your arms down while Jack poked his tongue out, coming close to your squirming face.

“Ewewewew,” you yelped, feeling him slide his wet tongue across your turned jaw.

“Say it and we’ll stop,” Nash said, moving his hands and beginning to tickle your sides.

You thrashed your legs, and through your fits of giggles, you told them they’d won. 

Nash smirked, “Satisfactory.”

Jack pulled away, “Didn’t think you’d give in so easy.”

“Hey, but where’s Cam-” you opened your mouth, and through the shoulders of the two boys, saw Cameron enter the room, his eyes falling on Nash and Jack.

“Looks like I won,” he spoke flatly.

“Hm, actually I think we did,” teased Jack, eyeing you cheekily.

“Funny,” said Cameron in warning.

Jack and Nash pulled away, smiles fading, “Sorry bro.”

Cameron’s steely glare fell on you, “We were just messing around,” you said, intimidated by his clenched jaw.

He looked you over, “Come with me, (Y/N).”

You didn’t protest, but Nash and Jack threw you an apologetic glance as he pulled you out.

Cameron pulled ahead until he had reached the farthest corner away from the two boys, he dragged you in by your wrist, and snapped around to face you.

“What the fuck was that?” he said, nails digging into your wrists.

You gasped, eyelids fluttering down to your sore skin, and Cameron noticed, releasing you, his eyes softening momentarily.

“They were just-”

“Putting their mouths and hands wherever they wanted,” Cameron cut you off.

You knew what this was about. Cameron was extremely sensitive and wary, & also he could get very overprotective.

“Look, babe, it’s not like that,” you started.

His eyes flicked across your face, his hard chest heaving as he pushed you against the nearest wall.

“That’s exactly what it looked like,” he growled, his voice rising.

Nash and jack went silent from across the room.

Cameron turned his head, his voice a whisper as he brought his plump lips to your earlobe.

“I never want to see their hands on you again.”

You took a deep breath, hurt by his anger, closing your eyes and lamely shaking your head in agreement.

You kept your eyes shut in worry until you felt Cameron’s lips against yours. They were warm and sweet, inviting and calm, but before you could enjoy them, Cameron pulled back.

“And now, you’re going to make them remember who you belong to.”

“Cam,” you whispered, searching his brown lust filled orbs, “Don’t do this,” you pleaded, sensing where he was going.

He pressed his finger to your lips.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you writhing under my touch and begging until the only name you can remember is mine. Now, baby, you can try to keep quiet, but I will not stop until they can hear you crying out for me,” he snarled.

You knew nothing you could do would stop Cameron, so you bent your head forward in defeat.

Once more, his lips were on yours, but this time they were fast and hungry. He spent no time sliding his tongue into your mouth, edging it further and further until you produced small satisfactory moans. He moaned against your lips, strong grip holding your face in his hands as your tongues mingled. He breathed out, pulling back and sliding your clothes off in seconds, his fingers snapping off your bra as he dove into your breasts.

“Cameron,” you panted softly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple.

Hearing his name, he applied more force, his hands massaging your boobs, his tongue giving pleasure, and his teeth nibbling on your tits.

His eyes flicked up to yours, holding your gaze while he brought his tongue sliding down your stomach.

“That’s it baby, say my name,” he cooed.

He trailed wet kisses down to your clothed heat, his mouth closing over the fabric, nails sliding around the lace.

“Stop-teasing-” you managed.

Cameron smirked, his teeth closing around the fabric as he slid off your panties with with a smirk. He placed a hand on each side of your legs, mouth swooping into your pussy. The second his lips made contact, you gasped out,chomping down on your lips to withhold your pleasure. Cameron sucked roughly on your folds as you dripped into his mouth, his hand moving to hold your hips steady while you wrapped your legs tightly around his neck. He breathed against your skin, not giving you a moment to breathe before flicking his tongue across your labia. You squirmed beneath him,

“C-cam!” you moaned needily.

“Louder,” he commanded, his head furrowing back between your thighs as he dipped his tongue inside you. He stuck the entirety of his tongue in you before pulling out slowly, drawing a long groan which you held behind your hand. His free hand came up, rubbing you to the beat of his fast moving tongue which sucked up your moisture. Your hands grabbed him by the hair, roughly pressing him harder into you.

“God, baby, I’m gonna co-” your body shook from the pleasure, legs falling as you twitched, your juices flowing into Cam’s lips. He pulled up, lips stained as he met your gaze, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips.

“Round one,” he stated.

“No,” you panted, eyebrows furrowing, “You know I-” 

Cameron’s eyes held yours, but two of his fingers had squeezed themselves into you, causing you to gasp out in surprise. Nash and Jack went quiet again. Taking the silence, Cameron began mercilessly working his slender fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he commanded you to look at him while he worked. He pushed his fingers down in a slow motion before rapidly pumping you at such a force that your body shook against his force. You brought your fist into your mouth, his name falling from your lips as you cried out. Not satisfied, he added a third finger, and you bent forward, folding in on your stomach, feeling him curl his fingers inside of you.

“Louder-” he growled, increasing his speed. Your walls began to close around him, his fingers slamming into where you needed them. You fell forward against Cameron’s shoulder, catching the fabric of his shirt between your teeth as you did so, your juices spilling over his fingers.

When you pulled back, your head was sweaty, your hair sticking to your skin, and before you could open your mouth, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t done.

“Cam, I-I’m done,” you whispered.

“Yes, but you also muffled your screams with my shirt,” he said, a smile playing up on his lips, “and that’s cheating.”

“No, Cam-”

Cameron, tossed off his shirt, threw off his pants, and climbed over you, his perky shaft placed against your entrance.

You drew circles against his rippled chest, and his eyelashes fluttered as he sighed against you. You tilted your head up, allowing his lips to meet yours.

“Come for me baby, just one more time,” he mumbled encouragingly, his gaze holding yours.

And with that he slammed his length inside of you, but sensing your next move, one of his hands grabbed your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth and holding your mouth open so that you couldn’t be quiet. He slammed himself against you, balls slapping your ass as you begged out for him. Cameron grunted out a profanity, his dick stretching you wide and filling you up as he increased his pace. 

You screamed out his name, and your voice filled the room, and you knew you’d done it. Cam’s eyes held tight, but you saw him smirk, “What’s my name?” he panted.

And then he crashed into your g spot, his come exploding out inside of you.

“Oh-G-CAMERON!!” You screamed out, your body convulsing. 

You crumpled beneath him, and he pulled out, his breath heavy. He climbed up beside you, arms pulling you against his chest as he littered kisses across your skin.

“I love you,” he said, breath tickling you, “so much.”

You rolled into his chest, his fingers combing through your silky hair when Jack called out.

“Good job bro!”

“Yeah,” came Nash’s voice, “you got yourself a real screamer!”

Cam’s throat rumbled as he laughed out, clutching you to him as you tried to burrow away in embarrassment.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” called Jack from the other side of the room, “you should get in trouble more often!”

Only loud enough that Cameron could hear it, you whispered, “maybe I should.”

There are Monsters 


Characters: Dean x Reader, Emmary (Child OFC), Charlie (Child OMC), Sam

Warnings: fluff, brief angst

Word Count: 1.5k

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KAI PARKER X READER

CUPCAKES

desc: cupcakes with kai! fluff and kisses. :)

Kai sat lazily atop the marble counter, head rolled back against the cold wall, eyes closed. His legs swung playfully back and forth, shoes clacking softly on the cupboard drawers as he tapped a rhythm with his feet, humming to himself quietly. His hands were clasped firmly in his lap, silver rings glinting under the bright kitchen lights of the Salvatore home. The faint noise of music from outside drifted into the kitchen, but within the walls it was silent.

“Hmm,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “You’re supposed to be outside”

“And you’re supposed to be icing the cupcakes, I guess that makes two of us at fault.”

He’d sensed her presence as soon as she’d set foot in the kitchen, but only now did he open up those sparkling blue eyes. She stood against the doorframe, arms folded against her chest, trying to seem imposing but only looking cute. She wore white heels and a sunshine yellow dress to match her personality, her hair rippling in perfect curls down her defined figure. There were tiny silver stars painted with glitter across her cheekbones, blending in beautifully with her constellation of freckles. She was stunning, well, she always was, but this time especially so. Kai momentarily forgot how to breathe, a lump catching in his throat as he drank her up.

“So? You’re really going to just ignore me?” she snapped with aggravation, her lower lip pouting out.

“No no,” he shook his head. “I was just going to say that…” he trailed off, mind rushing in a thousand places at once.

When she realized he wasn’t going to finish the sentence, she shrugged in false annoyance and turned to leave.

“Wait!” he called, hopping off the counter onto the polished wooden floors.

She froze in the doorway, listening.

“I don’t want to go out there,” he admitted.

“Why?” she fired back.

“I’m still not used to the big crowds and loud noises, I just feel so out of place at this stupid party,” he groaned. “So, the longer I stall in here, the less I have to figure out this whole ‘being a functional human’ thing.”

She turned back to face him, and he could tell she had one of her ideas because of that proud smirk she wore.

“Okay,” she grinned.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll stay with you and we can ice cupcakes together so that you don’t look like a total loser.”

“Oh,” he replied with genuine shock, his fingers fidgeting nervously with his black tee. “You’d do that?”

The girl sighed, trying to focus her gaze anywhere but his eyes, or mouth, or jaw, or cheekbones, or neck, or…

“Eh,” she shrugged. “The party’s pretty lame, and plus I’d rather be wit- with the cupcakes,” she blurted.

His lips twitched upwards before splitting into a full grin, his heart melting. She saw his expression and beamed a radiant smile back, skipping over to the counter and grabbing the frosting bowl without two seconds thought.

“I need the spready thingy,” she said, waving her hand at Kai.

Kai snickered and gave her the utensil, watching as she dipped it into the chocolate goodness and proceeded to spread it perfectly atop the vanilla cupcake, the rich frosting swirling into a tiny curl on top. He gave her some rainbow sprinkles, and chuckled as she stuck her tongue out in concentration as she focused on getting the perfect layer of color on top. She was so cute, and that flowery perfume she wore was intoxicating, he thought to himself.

“So?” she said, lifting up the little masterpiece. “What do you think?”

“Adorable,” he said, unsure of wether he was actually referring to the cupcake or the girl.

“Shame,” she shrugged. “Because I’m hungry so, bye-”

“I thought those were for the party,” he snickered as she held the cupcake inches from her open mouth.

She raised an eyebrow, a smile playing across her lips, “well, you can’t stop me.”

“Yeah?” he challenged, raising his hands and using his magic to whoosh the cupcake into his open palm with no effort.

Her mouth hung open in disbelief, “you did not just do that.”

“I think I did,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief. 

“I want my cupcake,” she growled, a strand of hair falling across her eyes.

“Come get it,” he winked.

She lunged forward as Kai stepped back, and then he promptly vanished before reappearing on the other side of the kitchen.

“Over here,” he sang, lips spread wide.

She sprinted to where he stood, reaching out just as he vanished again, now reappearing atop the counter. He stuck out his tongue teasingly and ran it across the edge of the icing, moaning dramatically as the icing hit his lips.

“Malachai Parker, stop right now,” she warned.”

“Or what?” he ran his tongue cleanly over the top, half of the icing gone in a second.

“Or- crap,” she hissed as he disappeared again. “K-” she started, spinning around and smacking directly into his front. His invisibility charm melted at once, his cheeks flaring in embarrassment from the contact. She stood with her chest to his, hand against his him, a sliver of a gap between their faces. His full lips drooped apart, skin alighting red, blue eyes not knowing where to look. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his own, breath caught in her throat.

“Sorry,” they both stammered, taking a step back.

Neither of them knew what to say, so the girl quickly acted on impulse, grabbing the cupcake before Kai could register, and smushing it against his nose. This snapped him right our of his trance, his hands flying up, eyes wide.

“Payback’s a bitch,” she snickered.

His eyes darkened as he swiped his hand across his face, a smirk on his lips, “oh, you are going to regret that.”

Kai reached into the icing and scooped out a handful of chocolate icing with glee. The girl noticed his move turned to run, but he caught her easily by the wrist and swung her close before he smeared the goop over her right cheek. She gasped out and reached to stop his hand from coming again, her hand meeting with his in the air and now getting the icing all over her palms. She dove beneath his next swipe, rubbing her hands on his neck and diving for the bowl to get more. She dipped her whole hand in before flinging it forward, sending icing splattering all over Kai. Kai summoned the bowl to his hands, which was, as she yelled, cheating. He used his magic to effortlessly raise all the icing into one wad from the bowl, the substance rotating above her head in the air.

“You won’t,” she dared, looking up at the icing above them.

“You underestimate me.”

All at once, the entirety of the icing went showering across the room and over their bodies, any chance at their clothes being salvaged now gone for good. She tried to act angry but couldn’t help herself as she burst out laughing and stumbled forward, collapsing into Kai’s arms and shaking uncontrollably, tears of joy pouring down her cheeks. Kai wheezed, and they both went sinking to the ground, holding each other for minutes until they could breathe right again.

“That was awesome!” she smiled, releasing Kai from the waist and slinging her arms around his neck.

He smiled, so happy to see her happy, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” she beamed, somehow still looking like a work of art covered in chocolate.

Kai raised his finger to lightly boop her nose, swiping off some of the excess from her face and dipping his slender fingers into his mouth. She chuckled and wiped her eyes, letting her arms come back down to her sides. Kai noticed, his face falling, so he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and lifted them back around his neck where they belonged. Her heart skipped a beat, and all at once she ached to close the gap between them. Kai’s blue eyes were glowing with joy, and he couldn’t help but dart them from her mouth to her own eyes.

“Ohh, we’re gonna get in so much trouble,” she sighed softly.

“Close your eyes,” Kai responded.

So she did, and when she opened them again, all of the icing was back in the bowl, their clothes perfectly in tact, no sign of what had happened at all. He took her hand in his and wrapped his arms around her waist before placing her gently atop the counter.

“Impressive,” she smiled.

“Mm,” Kai said, tilting his head forward closer to hers, his eyes only on her.

“We’re gonna get in so much trouble,” she breathed again across his lips before they could meet with hers.

Kai opened his eyes, boring them into her own, ready to back off if needed.

She smirked and bent down, “oh well.” 

And with that her lips crashed against his own, hands coming sliding around his neck and into his brown locks. He groaned softly against her lips, hold hooking around her thighs as he lifted her body into his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands pinning her in place to his body as they drowned in each other’s lips. Her back hit the wall as they went stumbling across the kitchen, hunger inside them growling like wildfire as their tongue’s fought for dominance. His mouth refused to part from hers as each of them pushed with more force than the other, the sensation overwhelming. 

Suddenly Kai stopped, his breath coming heavy, “someone’s coming.”

She cursed as he released her, running back to the counter, “do something!”

He snapped his fingers and all of the cupcakes aligned themselves at once, all iced to perfection. They both darted behind the counter and pretended to be at work.

“Everything okay?” Bonnie asked, sticking her head in through the door frame.

“Yeah,” Kai smiled, giving the girl a knowing glance, “cupcake and I were just finishing up here.”

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  • Eyes On Me by clockworkswan - When a new same-sex dancing rule is made, Magnus is determined to prove this is a good change. All he needs is a partner for ballroom dancing… <3 I am SO IN LOVE with this fic :D It’s fluffy and perfect, and I have a weakness for dancing :D
  • The Way You Move Me by blj2007 - When Alec takes his little brother Max to go roller skating, he didn’t think he’d end up meeting someone so intriguing at the rink. He can’t really skate himself, but ends up coming back to the rink - only for his brother of course :D I love this story <3
  • Appassionato by Chonideno - Alec likes to play the piano for himself, until his upstairs neighbor, whom he’s never seen before, starts slipping notes with song requests under his door. Hauntingly beautiful descriptions, full of feelings, even if you know nothing about music <3

Cute little Oneshots*

  • It’s a Yes from Me by Ketz - reclusive singer Alec Lightwood gets roped into being a judge for the Angel’s Voice. And there’s one contestant that’s especially talented as well as intriguing…love this so much <3
  • Flirting With Death by AllOfTheFanfic - Magnus gets hit by a car and meets his soulguide Alec, while staring down at his body. Major character death, but in a nice happy end way…it’s very interesting <3
  • never again left unsaid by hufflebee- Magnus realizes Alec never leaves the loft without telling Magnus he loves him. Short, cute, fluffy <3
  • I’ll Write You A Fantasy by theloverneverleaves - technically this is a series of currently 2 oneshots, decided to put it under oneshots though^^ Alec gets dragged to ComicCon by his siblings and ends up falling for a fantasy author… <3
  • Belonging by iloveyoursmile - Swimming AU with Alec as a swimmer and Magnus as a diver. There’s fluff <3 and drama. Enjoyable even if you don’t like sports (like me :D)

*actually not so little in some cases :D

as always: please send fic recs whenever you like! I sometimes forget to mark stuff I have read, and then am really annoyed with myself, would be great to find some of those again…., and I also always want to read new stuff! I will read anything you recommend and decide whether it’ll be added to the list :)

Authors included in this update: @blj2007, @lemonoclefox, @sweetillusionketz, @clockworkswans, @warlocksass, @hufflebee, @isabellebiwoods, @lolguess

btw - since this list has grown enormously, I will soon establish a system to mark my absolute faves, that I re-read all the time - and will make a post with those special fics. I’m gonna limit them to…idk, 20-ish?

All of You - Part 2 (Dad, This is Daryl) | (Part 1) | (Part 3) (Part 4)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Summary: As requested, here is part 2. Post-Negan era smut piece. The reader (Negan’s Daughter) convinces Negan to allow Daryl to be her bodyguard while he is away in Alexandria for a few days. Smut and romance ensue. When Negan returns, he finds out that they are sleeping together and loses his shit.

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You awoke the morning after your close encounter with Daryl, you awoke feeling wonderfully satisfied, yet hungry for more of him. You could taste his lips on yours and your hands roamed your body, in bed, wishing they were his. You felt them wander lower and lower down your stomach and grip your hips roughly, moving over to touch yourself, thinking of how fucking good he was to you last night.

There was a sudden pounding on your door and you grunted.

“What?!” You scream out, frustrated.

“Y/N. I gotta talk to you, wake the fuck up and open the door!” Negan yelled from behind the wooden door.

You grumpily threw the blankets off you and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it harshly.

“What?? Can’t a girl get any fucking sleep around here?” You cried out, disgruntled.

“Shit, Y/N. It the fucking apocalypse, no one gets any fucking sleep.” He said playfully and sauntered into your room, making himself completely at home.

He wandered over to a small two person table you had set up in the big space, next to a big window that overlooked the gates of The Sanctuary, and beyond it sweet heavenly freedom. Your father sat down on one of the chairs and gestured for you to do the same. You plop back down onto your bed and stare at him from across the room, awaiting whatever the hell it was that was so damn important.

“I have to go to Alexandria for a few days…. Don’t know how long I will be gone. You gonna be okay here for a little while without me?” He asked with a hint of both concern and sarcasm.

I scoffed at him and smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure I can handle it, dad.”

“If any of those fuckers give you a hard time….” Negan says with a low voice and reaches for something tucked behind his back.

You see him pull out a small automatic handgun, pointing it sideways at you, nodding, and setting it on the table beside him.

Your father had been a big believer in self-protection for his little girl, even before the world went to shit. He took her to martial arts training as a child, self-defense classes, and eventually the shooting range. There was no doubt that Y/N could handle herself in combat if she had to. But Negan was also aware that here she was highly outnumbered and he wanted her to be safe.

Suddenly, Y/N got an idea, a way to use this concern to her advantage. She changed her demeanor and put a slightly worried look on her voice, nodding solemnly to her father.

“Actually Dad, I know how worried you get, me all alone with all those pigs who could easily overpower me.” You lean forward and put your face in your hands, rubbing the sides of your face.

You look up at him with curiosity, “Do you think, there would be anyway you could get me a bodyguard? Someone to make sure no one bothers me while you are gone? … I know I talk a tough game, but sometimes I do get a little nervous.”

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