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Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

*1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
*2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
*3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
*6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
*7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
15. A: How do you make someone holy?
B: You beat the hell out of them.
16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
B: Not me, I’m important.
17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
*20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
B: THanks.
A: You’re welcome.
25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
26. A: What are you reading?
B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
A: wHAT the fuck?
27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.

*39.A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
B: That’s my right boob though.
A: Babe.

40.Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
41.What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answet to a Harry Potter trivia question.
42.I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
*44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
*45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.

47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.

48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.

49.I ship me and that boat.

50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.

51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.

*52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!

53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.

54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?

55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.

56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING

57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.

58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.

59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.


60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.


61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.


62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.


63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.


64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.


65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?


66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.


67.A: I love you.

B: What if I got a bowl cut?


68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.


69.I’m aggressively thibking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?


70.My opinion is no.


71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan.


72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.


73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?


74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?


75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.


76.Read a girl who dates books.


77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.


78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.


79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.


80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.


81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?


Joseph Christiansen Secret/Cult Ending Manuscript

I went digging through the Level 18 gibberish and sorted out all the dialogue into a manageable manuscript if anyone is interested in reading this secret wild ride. None of the dialogue is labeled so I did my best to interpret who was saying what so any mistakes are my bad. It took a few hours to put together but I felt like some people would like more than just a summary so here is the full text:

MC will be short for Main Character or your player.

** edit 07/26/17: minor text fixes, better formatting, the insertion of more images (courtesy of purpledragon42) , and insert of a working readmore **

Level 18- Joseph Bad Ending or True Ending ( Who knows? )

This appears to take place after MC and Joseph Christiansen engage in sex in the yacht, except you don’t wake up to what you expect. This takes place in Cult_Dungeon1.

(Photo Credits: Game Grumps)

START: You’re A Monster


Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn. What time is it? Must have been asleep for ages. I wonder what will happen now that Mary is gone? What about Joseph’s kids? And how will Amanda feel about all this? That’s what matters… . Well, we all have each other. I guess time will tell, right? Better get up and greet the day.

Am I tied up?! What the hell?! How did I get here? What’s going on?! Joseph? Anybody?

You’re probably just dreaming. Why would there be a… Don’t panic… . a dungeon. An evil dungeon. Why would there be an evil dungeon here? This can’t be real. Maybe I had too much Twilight Rouge. I’m dreaming, or something.


Oh, I guarantee this is real.

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Sheriff Knows Best

Stiles/Derek, G, 2K words, Sheriff POV, Coffeeshop AU, matchmaker!Sheriff

(Credit for the title to @cobrilee!)

This is an expansion of the following idea, written by the lovely @artemis69:

the coffee!AU, where John goes to the same coffee shop every day, and there is this very grumpy, quiet barista that always makes him amazing coffee and keep the best pastries for him. And one day the Sheriff learns that Derek is the one to bake them all, so he decides: this will be my son in law, I need a reason to have this man in my family for at least forty to fifty years. Then he matchmakes with no subtility whatsoever, basically offering his only son on a silver plate, Stiles spluttering all the way (but he takes Derek’s number anyway because the guy is just amazingly cute)

John’s on his regular morning stroll when he stops in his tracks and takes in the brand-new coffee shop, complete with a banner advertising their opening day. The little corner space has been boarded up for over a year, and John had no idea it was opening today.

Any new businesses are a boon for Beacon Hills, especially family-run ones like this one is rumored to be, so John ducks inside. It’s warm and homey, and there’s a pair of young dark-haired people behind the counter, close enough in features that they’re probably siblings. The quiet bickering points that direction, too.

They stop, though, when they see the Sheriff—the uniform tends to have that effect—and he pastes on his public servant smile. “Hi there. I saw this place was open and wanted to come on in and introduce myself. Sheriff John Stilinski.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” the woman says, holding out her hand for a shake. A nice strong grip—John likes this girl already. “I’m Laura Hale, and I own this place with my brother Derek, our resident grumpy barista-slash-baker.”

Derek rolls his eyes at Laura, but his smile to John is genuine, if small. “Hi, Sheriff. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, son,” he says, perusing the case full of tempting sugary treats. “You made these?”

He nods. “Can I get you anything?”

John hums. “A medium coffee, and…any one of these delicious-looking goodies. You pick. Just don’t tell my son,” he adds, and Derek looks up at him.

“Your son?”

“I have slightly elevated cholesterol,” he says, stressing the word. “Nothing to worry about, honestly. But he polices my diet. I don’t think he knows about this place yet, though, so this is great.”

Derek hums. His tongs hover over a muffin—lemon poppyseed, it looks like—before moving to another one. Raspberry-almond, according to the sign, and well, John isn’t picky. Derek drops it into a little bag and hands it over.

“Happy to help,” he says.

John thanks him and opens the bag. Laura’s still pouring his coffee, but it smells so damn good that he can’t resist.

“Wow,” he says, his mouth full. “This is delicious.”

Derek looks quietly proud, and Laura claps him on the shoulder as she reaches over to hand John his coffee. “On the house, today, Sheriff,” she says. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises.

“Thanks, Nina,” John says dryly, leaning back so she can put his plate in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Sheriff,” she says with a friendly smile, ignoring his stink eye.

Stiles just grins at both of them and digs into his French toast. He insists on having their weekly father-son breakfast at Paulie’s Diner because no matter what John orders, Nina will only bring him an egg-white omelet with a dry English muffin. Stiles must have some serious blackmail or be paying her off somehow, and John is, he has to admit, grudgingly impressed.

“Don’t look so bummed out, Pops,” Stiles says, around a mouthful of what’s surely syrup-drenched deliciousness. “At least I let you have turkey bacon.”

“It’s not the same,” he says grumpily, poking at it. “But at least I’m getting a steady stream of baked goods now.”

Stiles glares at him. “Are you serious? From where? I thought I had paid everyone off.”

He knew it. “I’m not telling you,” he says, a little displeased with how childish he sounds.

“Fine,” Stiles says, sniffing. “I’ll figure it out, you know I will.”

He will, John knows. Goddamn, he loves his kid, even if his life goal seems to be depriving John from any and all delicious food. “And speaking of, I met someone the other day,” he starts, and Stiles gasps theatrically, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“Is this you crapping all over my dream of having Melissa as my stepmom?”

John sighs at the reminder. Melissa is…well, she seems happy with that Argent guy. Whatever. He’s not bitter.

“Not for me, Jesus,” he says, shaking his head. “For you.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says, slumping back in the booth. “Eye roll” is too mild, John thinks. It’s more of a whole head roll. “Seriously, Dad, I’m only 25. You don’t have to marry me off quite yet. You’ll get your grandchildren someday, I promise. Stop trying to set me up with people.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful!” John protests. “He seems nice.”

And makes really good treats, he adds in his head. That’ll be a good trait for a son-in-law.

“And who exactly is he?”

John pauses. “I met him at the aforementioned undisclosed location.” 

Stiles snorts. “Find out if he actually likes dudes, then get back to me.”

“Okay,” he says seriously, and Stiles grimaces.

“No, Dad, don’t actually—”

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Shiver (One Shot)

A/N: I got this idea from a scene in Twilight (if you’re a fan, you’ll know which scene lol) and I wanted to put my own sexy twist on it with Bucky. I hope you guys like it! - D. 

Shiver: After a mission goes bad, Reader and Bucky are forced to take shelter during a snowy night. What happens when you show symptoms of hypothermia? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Graphic details of sex. Swearing. Extremely NSFW. There’s also sex gifs used. (If you’re not comfortable with any of these, keep scrolling.) 

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anonymous asked:



It is true that Captain Kidd has a small detail on his right thigh that is basically (or at least what looks like) a bandage:

Here is a bit of a simple trivia/analysis about this though:

In the game it is confirmed that Ryuji’s leg was broken (not just a minor injury) he literally broke his femur, which is the strongest bone of the human body. It is hard as hell to break, but it is not impossible.

Besides, if Kamoshida broke it he wouldn’t have just kicked it with force or else he would be the one to get a broken foot instead (you see that a lot in boxing fights). If he broke it it is more likely that he would’ve had to brutally throw Ryuji on the ground instead or used his knees/foot carefully as a “hammer” (having a strong build would help to do that too) and even that would be difficult to cause this injury.

But this helps a lot to give us more insight on Ryuji’s character since injuries like that are more likely to affect not only on his sports career but on his whole health. A thigh injury is the most painful and difficult bone fracture to recover from and can affect nerves and blood vessels.

It may take even half a year to recover, but some people (like Ryuji) may never increase their flexibility or bear weight even with rehab.

You can see when they are running to get out of Kamoshida’s palace that Ryuji looks at his right side with pain:

He puts his hand over his right leg slightly to control the pain:

But then he falls when he puts his weight on his right side again (if you see the scene again you can clearly see that he is on his right foot when he loses balance):

And falls holding the same exactly place that Captain Kidd has covered in a bandage (the position is not the best, but you can see that his left leg is actually under his right one and he is holding his right thigh, close to his knee):

Ryuji also walks and runs slightly with a limp (his right leg doesn’t move as smoothly) and even his habit of putting his right leg over his left one can also be an indication of his injury. 

He may also have a scar or a deformity on the leg (something like a bone “tenting” the skin slightly) since femur fractures are mostly likely to cause it, but we can’t see that in the game.

It is a mark of his character and it is actually really nice to see the effort to make small details like that in game and how much Ryuji still thinks that this is just part of who he is and embodies this side of him in his own persona. It’s like he is saying “this is me now and I’ll deal with it”.

Now let us have happy Ryuji being cute after all this angst thing with my boy:

Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater. 

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable. 

He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

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i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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BTS Reaction - when you refuse to make noise during sex

So I took liberties a little bit from the original request, just to make sure they weren’t all too samey.  Forgive me. 


“Jagiya, what’s wrong?”  Jin directs the question up to you from where his head is nestled between your breasts, and even though there’s concern in his eyes it doesn’t do anything to still the graze of his thumb across your swollen nipple.

You’re confused; nothing’s wrong.  It’s just the opposite, in fact, and when you lift your head from the pillow to look down at his painfully handsome face and he sees that befuddlement in your expression Jin smiles kindly, turning his head to briefly kiss your breast.  

“You’re so quiet,” he explains further, and suddenly you understand what it is he means.  

You and Jin have only very recently started having sex - in fact you could probably count all the occasions on just one hand - and the last time you had your boyfriend had very firmly planted his over your mouth to silence you.   With no explanation at the time, and none afterwards to speak of either, you’d taken it to mean that you were clearly too loud in bed and that this wasn’t something he liked nor appreciated.  So of course, in an effort to please him and save yourself the embarrassment, this time around you’d made a considered effort to bite your lip and keep all those usual moans in.  It wasn’t easy, by any means.  

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important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired  

Handyman: Part 1

Handyman (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, sub!Jimin, dirty talk

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive? (here’s some lovely Jimin moans for the occasion: credit to owner)

I’ve been working on this for forever so i’m excited about it! :)

Parts:  one | two | three 

You had gotten home from a long day. The only thing you wanted was a long hot shower. You loved being a co-owner of a booming business but the last thing you wanted was to have to come in on your Saturdays off to fix some problems that the accountant and your stupid interns made.

You were at work from nine until seven. You were exhausted, going through every little tedious details because if there was one mistake you were done for. You and your business partner, Namjoon, were deciding to merge with another bigger company. There had already been a ton of mistakes because of your incompetent staff. You didn’t need anymore. You didn’t need any more embarrassment for your name or company.

“As soon as this merger happens, we’re getting actual professionals,”

you cursed.

Namjoon smiled, looking through the documents. “I’m way ahead of you. I mean how is it that even the person we hired to look over all of this is fucking stupid? I mean I was getting him to read that shit out loud to me and I think his reading level is about third grade.”

He sighed, exasperated and you laughed. “Joon, i’m fucking tired of this. My eyes and crossing.” You leaned back in your chair, head hanging back.

“Mh, late night with Taehyung?” Namjoon smirked.

Your head shot up, “Shut your mouth.”

“You really shouldn’t be fucking our secretary. No matter how much he wants to be a quote, ‘good boy’ for you.”

You pushed Namjoon, “Firstly, fuck you and no. He got himself a little girlfriend.” You said bitterly.

“I see you’re not so pleased.” he sat back.

“She’ll never give him what he needs. I mean he loved being dominated. He liked the dominant role but Jesus, Joonie. You should have seen him. One night even, I was doing my make up in the bathroom and he was sitting on his knees behind me, eating me ou-”

“Y/N! I have to look at this poor kid every day. I don’t want to think about you fucking spanking him and putting him on a leash. He is both of our secretary.”

“Well you’re missing out.” You shrugged.

“Plus we’re not getting rid of him. He’s the best and nicest secretary ever. Also he can put up with your temper so… he’s a keeper.”

You walked into your apartment. You were so tired from this day. You figured a hot shower and a glass of wine and your vibrator would do the trick. Although you wished you could call Taehyung. Not only was he cute but he fucked you just like you liked, needy and hard.

You had seen his new girlfriend. She was about as big around as your pinky. You figured fucking her was like fucking a tree branch, with a high-pitched voice. You rolled your eyes at yourself. You just needed to be fucked and you needed to get over the whole ordeal. You really wanted someone on their knees in front of you, eating you out as you watched TV.

You figured tonight you were only getting your hand or your trusty vibrator anyway. Hoseok, your best friend since middle school, had sent you some porn parody of Captain America. Telling you he knew a certain part with Steve and Bucky going at it hard you’d very much enjoy. You rolled your eyes at the thought but then laughed, thinking of your straight best friend sending you gay porn because your secretary found someone else. It wasn’t that you were in love with Taehyung or anything but you were happy to find someone who wanted to be dominated like you liked. It was hard to find someone like this without being on sites.

You sighed, thinking of that one night before work was over, Taehyung came into your office, with his soft sweet face, telling you he’d met a ‘nice girl’ and was going to pursue it and he hoped you would understand. Of course you played it off way too cool. Regretting it later, thinking you could have probably talked him out of the relationship and persuade him to stay with you. You wanted him to be happy, he deserved it. He didn’t need to be around your tempered, problem self.

You grabbed a towel, setting it on the counter as you got undressed. You dropped your clothes on the floor, remembering to put them in the hamper later.

You went to turn on the shower, seeing the water pressure was not normal. You shrugged and got into the shower, the water was freezing. “What the fuc- are you kidding me?” You turned the water off, making sure that you had turned it on hot, wondering what was wrong with your shower. You knew it was a small thing but it seemed like the last straw. Why couldn’t anything all right for you?

You grabbed your towel in anger. Walking down the three flights of stairs to get to your landlord’s door. You knocked hard, the sweet old woman opening the door, smiling until she saw it was you. Her face changed in slight fear. She didn’t hate you but you want her favorite tenant. You had only been there for three months you already had a reputation, known as the girl who had resting bitch face and really loud sex.

“Ms. Y/L/N… how are you?”

“Just Y/N,” you said, trying to calm down. You did not want to get kicked out or be the person who yelled at the little old lady in your towel, being slightly wet. “Mrs. Park, my shower is only cold water and there is about zero water pressure.” You stood there, freezing while clutching your towel to your chest. You should have grabbed your damn robe at least. It was barely spring and you could feel the crisp afternoon air as you stood near the front door.

“Ms. Y/L/N- I mean Y/N. I’m so sorry. This happened to my son’s shower on the fifth floor. We’re just cooking in here, let me see if he’ll look at it for you.”

You sighed as she quickly walked away, “Thank you,” you said looking around as you heard a low conversation and shuffling. Suddenly you were face-to-face with a shortish dark haired man with a soothing smile. His hair was straight and he was in black trousers and a big sweater. He looked so young and sweet. His mother was the nicest woman ever so you were sure he took after her, you could tell in his features. You were always just rude. “Hi there, if you’ll give me about five minutes, I’ll be up with my toolbox. I just need to run and get it.”

He looks so cute and almost shy as you looked him up and down. When he caught you checking him out, he blushed. “I’m on the third floor, C3.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He said quickly, closing the door and you smiled to yourself. Ma'am, you thought. You liked the way it rolled off his tongue. You strutted away upstairs in your towel. You wanted to be bad and keep it on but to make him more comfortable you decided to put on your robe. It was thin and silky and might have just shown more than your towel but you didn’t care.

You tried to fix up your place quickly while a knock came softly at your door. You smiled to yourself as you ran over to the hallway where your front door was and slowly walked, “Coming,” you purred. You fixed your hair before you opened the door, the young boy was standing there in a new outfit with his toolbox in hand. “Come in. I’ll take you to my bathroom.”

“I don’t think it should take me long so don’t worry.” The small boy smiled at you and you took a look at him while walking into your bathroom. He had changed into a dirty white shirt and some tight holy jeans. “Oh good,” you said as you showed him the room and he walked in. “I’m in need of a good shower”

“I understand,” he chuckled as he looked on the bathroom floor and stopped abruptly. You looked to see what was wrong as he coughed and moved over to the shower. You looked down, seeing your clothes still on the floor with your thong right on top.

You weren’t even going to apologize for that. “So what’s your name, cutie?”

You heard him suppress a giggle. “Um, it’s Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you purred again. “I like that.” You leaned against the counter with your robe becoming slightly more open. “How old are you?”

You watched his face concentrate as he worked on your shower, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “I just turned 20 a couple of months ago.” You made a hum in understanding. He wasn’t as young as you thought he was but you were glad. Although you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with your landlord’s son, especially when she was not the biggest fan of you.

It was slightly hot in your apartment so Jimin was getting sweaty as he wiped his forehead with his arm. His body ripple the under his shirt. “You’re in pretty good shape, sweetheart.” You bit your lip and he smiled brightly.

You wondered how quickly someone could go from being so sexy to so cute in less than half a second. “I’m a dancer,” he said and your eyes went wide.

“My little handyman is a dancer? I bet you’re good. Is that what you’re in school for?” You asked and he nodded, staring at you for a moment.

You had never been aching to fuck someone this fast. You figured a part of you wanted him because you missed Taehyung or because you were horny. “I need to run down to the basement and check the pipes, I’ll be back.”

He started to walk out and you followed. “Oh, alright handyman. I’ll be waiting.”

You sat on your couch for a minute, just thinking how this was literally the beginning of a porno. A sexy young guy comes over to fix your plumbing as you were wearing the most revealing thing. Hoseok was going to freak when you told him this, saying, ‘everything hot always happens to you.’

Everything meaning, that one time you fucked the cute little young pizza boy, Baekhyun. He was the first submissive you’d ever had. You would get pizza just so you could see him. Until one night you kissed him and he confessed how much he wanted and needed you. You realized your want for a submissive when you started to see him all the time. Sadly after a while, Baekhyun was moving away to go to school in California and when he told you and asked you to come with him you told him no. You remember holding him as he cried, not expecting you to deny coming with him.

You did miss him but you weren’t going to pick up and move for someone you only saw as a submissive. You had never really had anything in common with him and you are far from in love with him. It sounded cold but the two of you would not have lasted if you had moved.

Another reason being, every once in awhile you enjoyed being dominated. Baekhyun would just laugh, thinking it was role-play as he did it. Taehyung on the other hand, he was dominant. He knew exactly how to fuck you and how you liked it. He was rough, calling you degrading names, making you scream. Most everything you did to him as your submissive.

You felt yourself getting wet when there was a knock on your door. You jumped up, answering it, finding a very sweaty and slightly dirty Jimin. “Sorry that took so long.” He walked in, “It was fucking hot down there. Oh, excuse my language.” He said as he walked into your bathroom.

You chuckled at his words, thinking about your wet heat being, ‘hot down there.’ You slowly walked to the door, seeing him use the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face of sweat and you held a gasp. His body was basically perfect to you. He was thicker and more manly than Taehyung. With thighs you could ride all night. He had a toned stomach that you wanted to watch tighten as you’re denied him of his orgasm and those pretty pouting lips you wanted wrapped around your clit, that made such a beautiful smile.

Yeah, you wanted to sit on that smile and ride him like the world was ending. Jesus, you were horny. Just then there was another knock at your door. You sighed with a smile as Jimin looked at you curiously. You walked to your door, tightening your robe. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about fucking your landlord’s son, you told yourself. Especially when he apparently lived in the same building.

You opened the door, finding Bambam. Your eyes widened, “What the fuck are you doing here?” You looked out the hallway before pulling him inside.

“Y/N,” he whined, “I’ve missed you.”

You sighed, “Shut up, Bam. You need to go home. Your mother is probably upstairs right now, worrying about where you are.”

“But Y/N, please. I told her I was visiting a friend. I thought I could come stay with you for the night… mommy. I want to be a good boy for you tonight.”

Your breath shuddered at his words. This was exactly the reason you shouldn’t sleep with people in your building, especially when they were 18 and still living with their mom. To be fair, he had told you he was living with a friend but of course you found out the truth when his mother was sending him off to school one morning. He was long and lanky. He had blonde hair and the plumpest lips you had ever seen on a male. It had only happened twice between the two of you. The first time when you were meet at the mailboxes and the second when he showed up at your door again. The second time you felt like you shouldn’t have done it but he had eaten you out the best you had ever had. Of course your hormones took over before you could make a conscious decision.

“I told you, not again. It was a mistake the first two times.”

“Don’t say that. Y/N, please. I just want to please you. I can’t stop thinking about you. My dick has been hard just thinking about being inside of you.”

“Absolutely not. Go find a girlfriend or a sugar mama because it’s never happening again. You’re a cute kid, it’s not going to be hard to find someone else.”

Bambam wanted to argue but suddenly you heard Jimin, “Y/N?” He walked out and just his jeans, shirt crumbled up in his hand. He was sweaty and dirty and you couldn’t help but want both boys bowing down, respecting your every wish.

“Oh, well I see you’ve found someone else. Really? I mean, what the fuck? Have fun Y/N!” Bambam stormed out, slamming your own door. You rolled your eyes as you looked over to Jimin. “Is it fixed?” You asked. You were now exhausted and too tired of this day. You just needed this damn shower and to masturbate and go to bed.

“Yeah, you’re all good.” He said, taking his shirt and rubbing it across his abs, ridding himself of the sweat.

You cursed god and everyone alive for making this Park Jimin look this way right now in your apartment. “Great, thank you.”

You started to walk to your bathroom before he stopped you. You looked up at him and he bit his lip shyly. “Do I need to tip you or something?” you asked. He looks surprised at your words and you inwardly cursed yourself for being rude. “What is it, pet?”

Jimin smiled to himself before he got shy again, “Did he call you mommy?”

You should’ve been embarrassed, anyone would have. But it sounded so good coming out of his mouth. You enjoyed being a sexual person, it was who you were. “He did. All my sub’s have had a different name for me.”

“Subs?” He asked, looking at you and then the ground.

Damn he looked good, you thought, almost like innocent prey. “Submissive’s.”

He looked up at you quickly, “Oh?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m no Christian Grey or whatever. I just enjoy being dominant and also dominated sometimes.” Jimin nodded and it was silent for a minute before he surprised you, “What are some of the names your submissive’s have called you?”

You stared at him for a second, wondering if you had heard him correctly. He swallowed hard, still biting that damn lip. “Well, Bambam was mommy. Baekhyun was goddess and Taehyung called me Princess - that one works well when he was dominant with me too.

Jimin nodded again and looked down at your body. “Is there any name you really want to be called but haven’t gotten to be?”

You looked at him for a moment, thinking about the question. “There is actually. No one has ever called me by it before.”

Jimin’s breve got heavy, “Well, what is it?”

“Duchess,” you said in a slight whisper, making his skin get goosebumps. You started to move closer to him. He sat there still as he watched you, your breath ghosting over his face. “You think you can be a good boy for me? You think you can given into my demands?”

Jimin nodded slightly as he stared at you.


“I will be a good boy for you. I want to do what you tell me, duchess. Please.”

“Please?” You didn’t understand why he was begging you when you thought at first you were begging him. You really were ready for some relief. The thought of this beautiful boy in front of you, wanting you more than you thought, was making your skin hot.

“Take me,” Jimin said in a whiny tone.

“Fuck me,” you couldn’t help but say out loud. You could physically see how much he wanted you to take him.

“Is that what you want me to do? I’ll be more than happy to.”

You couldn’t help but stand back and chuckle for a moment. He was so… innocently sinnful. Then again he probably knew his way around a woman. He just kept looking up at you with these puppy dog eyes. His lips swollen from biting them. “I want you to do a lot to me but I’m too turned on to do all of them at the moment. I need some relief.”

“Duchess, I want to make you come. I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste you. That way I can dream about it later. I want to worship your body like no one ever has.” Jimin said and suddenly he was slowly taking off his shirt, holding eye contact with you as he threw it across the room.

“I don’t like things to be dirty. I want the rest of your clothes taken off and folded properly. That way when we’re done you can put them back on and go.”

“Yes ma'am. Would you like me to take them off for you now?”

“You want to strip for me?” You have been so used to giving with Taehyung. There really wasn’t much foreplay unless you were role-playing. Jimin seemed to be the type that wanted to please you in all aspects. Taehyung always a reptile of his clothes and put it in a pile before asking you what you wanted to do to him. You liked this, it really had been along time since someone was so adamant about following your every request.

Jimin took your hand as he spoke, “Will you take me to your bedroom?”

You looked over his smooth chest, thinking about all the biting and sucking you wanted to do to it. Your eyes made their way up to his face, locking eyes with him. “Follow me, pet.”

You took him into your room before closing and locking the door. He was still holding your hand the entire time and you realize what an actual good little boy he was. He took you over to your bed, silently asking you to sit as he stood in front of you. At first you were curious about what he was doing until you realized he was going to take his clothes off in front of you. He glided his hands against his chest before moving down to his belt buckle, undoing it.

You watched in anticipation, feeling the fire between your legs as the young man in front of you pushed down his pants after he kicked off his shoes. He put them to the side, folding his pants and throwing his socks on top. It was very domestic and you could tell that he must’ve been a very clean person. You were sure that his apartment was as tidy as yours. He moved back in front of you before he turned around showing his underwear clad ass.

“Mh,” you made a noise and appreciation. “I always love a good ass.”

“Do you, duchess?” He looked over his shoulder for your word.

You nodded, “I do, baby boy. Why don’t you show it to me? Then I can tell you how much I want to bite into it.”

You could see his eyes filled with lust in that one moment. Jimin suddenly looked away as his thumbs went inside of the fabric, helping to slowly pull it down. He bent over as to fully push them down his legs before taking them off, folding them and throwing them on top of his other clothes.

You watched him in all of his glory as you open your legs, exposing yourself to his backside. You couldn’t help but to sneak your hand down to your wet cunt as you watched Jimin stand there in all his glory. “Slap it.”

“What?” Jimin quickly turned around to you just to see if he had heard you correctly. It was much to his surprise that you were touching yourself. His eyes went wide as he turned back around.

You chuckled to yourself, “I want to see you slap it for me. Then spread your ass cheeks apart.” You said as you rubbed your clit.

Jimin looked over his shoulder, slightly. Just enough to see you out of his peripheral vision. “Shit,” he whispered before speaking louder, “Yes ma'am,” and suddenly his ass was spanked hard by his own hand. He was then, grabbing his ass cheeks for you before spreading himself apart, bending over in the slightest just so you could get a better view.

“Good boy…” you couldn’t help but dip a finger into yourself. “Turn around for me.” Jimin obliged very quickly as he turned and watch what you were doing. You bit your lip as you tried to suppress a smirk. “Jimin, you are such a good little boy for me.” You said, making him blush and you watched his thick cock fully harden. You had already been able to see it when he was in his underwear but now it was at it’s full attention. “Wow, nice little ass and a thick cock. I think I hit the jackpot with you.” Jimin didn’t speak, he couldn’t. He just watched you as you figured yourself open right in front of him.


“Yes, my pet?” You moaned at his newfound name for you.

“I want to taste you.”

You were so close already just by his innocence. “As much as I want those thick plump lips to be on my wetness, I need you to badly.” He whined at your words and you smiled. “Fuck, I love how needy you are.”

“Of course I am. I’ve wanted you since you’ve moved in. My mom loves to complain about you, especially how loud you are during, ‘sexual activities.’” Jimin spoke, looking at the ground almost bashfully.

“I am loud. I like to fuck and be fucked. If you fuck me nice and good, you’ll get to hear me… but I want to hear you too. I definitely get off on my partners being loud as well.”

“I’m very loud, duchess. I will let you know how good I feel, especially getting to be inside of you.”

You took your finger out of yourself, as you stood up, slowly walking over to him. “Such a good little boy,” you said seductively as you pushed the finger inside of his mouth. Jimin closed his eyes as he swirled his skilful tongue around your digit. He basically was sucking the life out of you because it felt so good you felt your knees going weak.

“Jimin,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

He slowly let your finger come out of his mouth. “Yes, duchess?”

“I want you to bend me over this bed and take me, got it?”

“Yes ma'am,” he nodded as you opened up your rope. He watched you intently as you spoke again.  

“But… I want you to do it with a butt plug inside of you.” You said as your robe dropped to the floor. “Pick that up and hang it on the door for me while I go get your toy.”

Jimin nodded intently as he grabbed it and walked over to your door as you went into your special drawer and found the new butt plug you had originally gotten for Taehyung. You pushed those thoughts aside of him as you got out your lube as well. Jimin was already by your bed waiting for further instruction. “Get on the bed.” Jimin was quick with your instruction as he watched you and waited for more. “Bend over so I can get you ready.”

“Thank you, duchess.” Jimin said as he bend over, exposing himself. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs at the sight of the young man. He looked like he was made to be a submissive. You smiled to yourself just before you took your hand and gave his delicious looking, velvety ass one hard smack.

“Ah! Fuck duchess, i’m not going to last long at this rate. Just you looking at e is enough to make me come, just for you.”

It was like he knew exactly what you liked to hear. “I probably won’t either, pet. Then again we have all night.” You said as you lubed up two fingers with the cold liquid, circling it around the Jimin’s tight hole. Pressing one finger inside of him. You didn’t know if this was a normal thing for him, luckily the plug you had bought was on the smaller side.

You worked your finger in and out of him, curling it inside. He was very right, he was loud and it was only making you more and more turned on which was making you crazy now. You were more than ready to have him inside of you at this point. The thought of him pumping his thick cock inside of you was making you go mad with every passing moment.

Jimin was clawing at the bed as you pushed the second finger in. “Duchess, yes! Fuck right there please!”

He was constantly screaming out for you and you couldn’t help the evil smirk that was growing on your face. “Do you think that I can make you come without even touching your pretty little cock?”

Jimin’s eyes were screwed shut as he whimpered at your question with a fistful of the sheets in each hand. His dark hair was hanging in front of his eyes as he opened them. “I know you can, duchess. I feel like as soon as you put that plug inside of me I’m going to burst right across my stomach.”

“No, I want you to come with my fingers still inside of you. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers. What do you think? Do you think if I curl them inside of you and tell you what a good little boy you are for me, you’ll come?”

His breath hitched, “Oh god, fuck. I do, duchess. If you call me anything I’ll come. I’m so close already.”

You enjoyed when you’re submissive’s came for you without you even touching where they wanted it the most. So you curled your fingers inside of Jimin, bending down so you could whisper in his ear as you put your hand around his neck, choking him slightly and pulling him into you. “You’re a good little submissive slut aren’t you?”

Jimin’s groans send vibrations across your body. “Yes, I am. I’m such a slutty boy for you. I want to be good for you,” he cried.

“Why don’t you come and show me what a good slutty little boy I have here.”

Jimin buried his head into the duvet as he came all over himself. You took the moment while he was panting and moaning to slip in the butt plug, turning it on a low volume. Quickly enough Jimin’s head popped right back up with a loud grunt. You pulled him up before placing a small kiss on his mouth. It was so soft and so timid at first. You could hear his breath catch in his throat as you moved back but suddenly he frowned. “Will you kiss me again?”

You smiled, giving him his answer as you pulled his mouth onto yours. You bit his bottom lip, making him moan as his hands grazed your body, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. His tongue slowly entered your mouth as you moved yours against him.

After a minute you pulled away, to breathe but his mouth was all over you. “No marks,” you said. “I only get to leave those on you.”

“Yes ma'am,” he said excitedly before you licked a long stripe up his neck. You turned around, pressing your ass against him as he cursed.

“Pet,” You moved your head back and to the side, letting him pepper kisses all down your neck. You grinded your ass into him, feeling his member start to harden once again. “I can’t wait to have you inside of me, fucking me hard against the of the bed. I need it so badly, baby boy.”

“Well, i’m going to give it to you duchess. I promise,” He kissed your neck one last time before, biting your ear, whispering. “Please, tell me how much you want me.”

You smirked, a boy who feeds off compliments and your wants, you thought. “Jimin I need you inside me. I was thinking today how much I needed a good strong young man and look what I got, huh? You’re so much better than anything I could have imagined. I want you more than you know. My body is going insane with need right now. I’m just aching to have you be inside me.”

He moaned, kissing down your back. “I’ve never gotten so hard again this quickly, duchess.”

“You want me, don’t you?” You didn’t say it with need, you were just genuinely interested if he wanted you do as much as you thought.

“Yes, yes I do. More than you even know.” He whimpered as you felt him brush his hard member against your wet pink pussy. You moaned in response as he pushed inside of you rather quickly. He breathed out as he pushed in all the way. “Oh god, shit. Duchess, you’re so tight. You feel so so good around me.”

That was very true, at least for you. He felt amazing inside of you. He was just long enough with the perfect amount of girth to stretch your walls. You reached a hand around to his back, grabbing his ass, pushing him into you. “Move, baby boy.”

“Yes ma'am,” he whispered as one hand grabbed your hip as the other moved to your front, grazing over your bundle of nerves. You were happy he wasn’t moving at a slow pace. You figured he knew you could take it. He kissed down your neck and your back, playing with your pussy as you closed your eyes.

“Yes, mhm. Come on big boy. That’s right, that feels so good.” You were being thrusted in faster and faster. You were being fucked into the side of the bed and you loved that feeling. What was making it even harder was Jimin moaning behind you in contentment that he was doing a good job. “So good Jimin, duchess feels so good having you big cock open her up.”

Jimin whined, “Harder, do you want it harder, duchess?”

“Give it to me as hard as you can.” You said as you were already bouncing on his cock, grabbing onto your duvet.

“Yes ma'am, as you wish.” He said as he removed his hand from your front, placing it on your other hip before planting his feet on the ground and steadily thrusting his hips. You jolted forward as you screamed for him in pleasure. “Oh, oh yes!”

“Duchess, you’re so loud. I love it.”

“I’m loud for you, my pet. You’re making me this loud.” You could barely get out as you were being pounded, you could feel how hard Jimin was holding onto you just so you wouldn’t slip out of his grip.

You couldn’t even speak. He was fucking you at the quickest pace. His strong thighs were in a stance as he thrusted at a quick fire pace. No wonder his body was so defined. He really knew how to use it. “Mhhh, yes! That’s it Jimin, right there. Goddamn!” Your body was shaking and you couldn’t help but laugh because your body was full of adrenaline and emotion. You had never been fucked that good, especially it being the first time with the person. Normally you had to get used to their quirks and their body. For some reason Jimin was just right.

You felt like this was the quickest you had ever been ready to come. Then again, it was definitely worth it. Having Jimin behind you, whispering in your ear how much he wanted you and how much he needed to taste you was fucking riveting. You had never felt so wanted in your life. “May I come inside you? Please let me, I’m so close. I’ve never come this quickly twice in my life. Do you see what you’re doing to me, duchess? I just want to be the best good boy possible for you. Please, please.” He cried, holding onto your hips so tightly.

“Fuck, yes. Come inside of me. I want you to come, now. Duchess needs you to show her how much you need this.” You said as you ground your hips back into him and he couldn’t help but let his hands wander all over your body with excitement.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Jimin grunted as he suddenly filled your tight pussy as he was crying out a mix between your name and his name he was supposed to call you. Either way you could not get mad because it all sounded so sweet leaving his lips. You wished that you could see him come for you again. You wanted to see his face scrunched up in pleasure as his mouth was open, barely uttering a sound. The thought of that was sending you over the edge. Then suddenly Jimin pulled out of you as his knees hit the floor. Suddenly his mouth was on your most sensitive area. “Duchess, please come for me. I’m ready to taste you.”

“Oh my god,” you took a deep breath and as his tongue started to fuck you, making your eyes widen,his hand came around and his fingers played with your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted as his tongue lick to your folds clean while you were coming. “Jimin, yes! Good boy, just like that.” You reached around, grabbing a handful of his hair, pushing him in more to take you for everything you were giving him.

Suddenly your body collapsed onto the bed and you couldn’t help but laugh. “That felt so fucking good, my pet. Such a good fucking boy, making duchess feel that way. I can’t express that enough.”

Jimin smiled small as he picked you up, placing you up on the actual bed. “You taste so perfect. Beyond compare from what I imagined.”

“I’m so tired I can’t even open my eyes. You really know how to please.” You crawled up into the bed, getting under your messy blankets.

“Thank you, duchess. Thank you for making me feel so fucking good.” His lips were on yours for just a moment before you felt the weight of sleep wash over you.

You woke up the next morning alone. You kind of liked it that way although, you thought Jimin would be the type to stay and cuddle until you woke up. You were just excited to spend Sunday at home and not at work, fixing other peoples mistakes.

You thought about the fact that all of the subs you had slightly became obsessed. You didn’t think it was with you, you thought I was just about the new opening of a sexual experience. You figured that Jimin would probably be back soon just like everyone else.

You couldn’t help that part of you loved them wanting more. Part of the attraction to Bambam the second time was that he was begging for you without even you asking. He had just gotten on his knees in the middle of the hallway and begged you to fuck him. He was one of the ones that straight away wanted you to peg him. You did enjoy that a lot. Of course the next day he was gone but that was only because he had school and when you walked downstairs to leave for work you found him with his mother.

That still give you shivers to this day. Baekhyun loved to be fucked too, he whined like a little bitch every time you were inside of him. Taehyung was your favorite though. He had the manliest sounds come out of his body but even though they were manly they were still very wanting. You remember one Friday after work you brought him home and that night and all Saturday you just fucked.

Switching roles and positions. Doing so many different things, especially role-play, which was his favorite. You just thought that he was the one you would be keeping. You hated the fact that you were hung up over this one boy. You just figured you would keep yourself in the game and meet some other people to help forget about him.

You knew you had to work with him but you still got to be dominant over him which helped. You figured it wouldn’t be too long until you were wrapped up and someone else, in more ways than one.

Hoseok came over around 1:30 in the afternoon. He had your favorite Chinese food and beer. He was ready to tell you about this woman he had met last night when suddenly he saw a dirty white shirt bundled up on the floor. “Whose is that?” He pointed to it as he opened up the food and put it on your coffee table.

“Just some dirty clothes. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’ve been fucking,” he smiled brightly at you. “Who was it? Did Tae break up with his little girlfriend?”

“No, it was someone else. It won’t happen again though because he lives in the building and we all know how well that worked out for me the last time.”

“Well, the only way that could get worse was if he was underage or was like your landlord’s kid or something…” Hoseok sat down next to you as you picked up some food quietly. He looked over at you to see why you weren’t saying anything. “Y/N, you okay?” You nodded before he realized why you had been quiet. “Oh my god, how old was he Y/N?”

“Jesus, he was 20. Okay, that’s not it.”

“Did you check his ID?”

You stared at him hard. “Fuck you, okay? It was my landlord’s son. He came and fixed my shower and then we started talking about submissiveness and he called me Duchess and he fucked me long and hard. Is that what you want to hear, alright?”

“Why is your life so perfect?”

You rolled your eyes and made an exasperated sigh, “My life is not perfect. He lives like on the fifth floor or something. I’m sure I’ll have to see him around. If he doesn’t come begging on my door soon enough.”

“Maybe you should break something else and see if he’ll come fix it? But this time film it for me.” Hoseok chuckled as you smacked his chest while he ate. “What, I’m just saying.” He was still laughing with a mouth is full of food.

“So tell me everything.” Hoseok said as he kicked off his shoes.

“I don’t have to share every little detail with you.” You grabbed your food and sat with your legs folded, finding the remote.

Hoseok quickly took it, throwing it on a chair nearby. “What are we, ‘normal?’ We’re not watching TV. Tell me about fucking, was he needy? Did he tell you what a bad boy he was?” Hoseok smirked and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“You remember that girl who is basically your friends with benefits, the one that called you daddy?”

“Yeah, she was needy and the best way. So shy but was so slutty… the best combination.”

“Yeah, that but in boy form.” You said you’re taking a bite.

“Fuck,” he nudged you. “I’m like jealous right now, honestly.”

“He asked me to come in his mouth so he would taste how sweet I am and so he could dream about it.”

“Christ, Y/N. That’s hot. Fuck you and your perfect life.” He said as he shoved a fork full of food and his mouth.

“You don’t even know the half of it.”  You ate your orange chicken and picked at the vegetables.

“Are you going to see him again though? I mean, come on.” Hoseok asked as he picked out a piece of your food.

“I don’t know, I’m being cocky I’m just saying yes now.”

“Well, I hope so. I mean he’s in the building. I’m sure you can do something to get him to come back.” Hoseok said before going on about his next conquest, making you laugh and forget about Jimin and Taehyung.

It had been almost a week and you hadn’t seen Jimin at all. You thought you caught him in the hall but it was just some random guy. Then yesterday, there was a knock on your door and you got overly excited, smiling wide as you ran to the door. Unbuttoning your shirt a little to show some cleavage and swinging the door open, only to find Bambam on his knees in forgiveness yet again.

You told him you would tell his mother he was trying to sleep with you if he ever came back because you know she would be all over him like a flea on a dog if she was suspicious. Then he wouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere.

Now it was Saturday and luckily you didn’t have to go into work but you were going stir crazy with your thoughts. Specifically the new little girlfriend of Taehyung. She now came every day for his lunch break and every time you left your office to get food you would see her. She would sit on his desk and try to feed him while giggling and he just sweetly smiled at her. You were nauseated by the sight.

Plus it didn’t help he would come into your office and look so innocent. Bringing your papers and bending over your desk as he smiled and chuckled at everything you said. You would compliment him or his outfit and he would ask you in a quiet voice, ‘do I look like a good boy?’ The way he said it sent shivers down your entire body and you knew he was toying with you. He loved to do that. He wanted to know you needed him. But he was with someone else and you respected that no matter how much you wanted to throw him onto your desk spank him for teasing you.

You couldn’t believe you were so hung up on someone. It also didn’t help that you hadn’t heard from Jimin. You thought at least he would be back for more by now even though he shouldn’t. You just needed to do something, you felt weak. You’re needy and wanted to have someone around. You wanted Jimin. You wanted to see him in your bed, tangled in the sheets, moaning for you like he was a week ago. He didn’t mouth off like Taehyung did sometimes to egg you on. Then again it only was one time…

You sat there for a second and debated before you took a deep breath and walked into your kitchen. You found a roasted chicken that you were going to eat tonight but you need other things first. You walked over to your sink with the chicken, laughing at how high school you felt. “I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this.” You said before opening the container and taking the chicken out. You cut up some of it before you initially decided to stuff it in your sink.

You turned on the garbage disposal, making sure that some of the chicken went down but got clogged in the sink. You put the rest of the evidence away as you found your landlord’s number after you had finished the deed. You wanted to just sleep, feeling ashamed but then again you needed him.

The phone trilled in your ear as you tapped your foot, waiting for an answer. “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Y/N, please.”

“Y/N,” Mrs. Park said in a sweet tone. “What can I help you with?”

“My uh- drain. My kitchen sink drain is clogged. I was wondering if you might could send your son to help me with it? He was just so helpful the first time.”  You closed your eyes, cursing yourself. You should’ve practiced before you called.

“Sure, I will. He is out at the store for me but I will send him up to you later if that’s all right?”

“Later is fine,” you smiled, thinking about an out to wear. “I appreciate it. Thank you.” You said before hanging up and running to your closet.

Later turned out to be in the next two hours. There was a knock on your door and you jumped up from where you were watching TV. Running to the hallway, you stood in front of the door for a couple of seconds, fixing your hair before opening it.

Once you did open it, Jimin was standing there and a black T-shirt and black pants. “Jimin, hi. Thanks for coming… to look at my sink.”

“Sure,” he smiled curtly as he walked in with his box of tools. You followed him to the kitchen to show him the culprit.

“I just think it’s a little clogged. I tried using some drano but I think it might be some food.” You shrugged.

Jimin eyed you for a moment. “Well, sure… let me take a look.”

“Great, thank you.” You smiled, putting a hand on his arm. You could tell he stiffened at first but something about it made him feel comfortable. You were both staring at each other and you wanted to move in for a kiss but suddenly your phone rang.

Your jaw tightened as you tried to smile. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”

“Of course,” Jimin nodded. “I’m gonna go ahead and look at this bad boy.”

Bad boy, those words shot to your core as you were walking to find your phone. “Jesus, Y/N, get it together.” You found your phone and picked it up, seeing Hoseok’s name pop up.

“What?” You whisper yelled into your phone.

“Hello to you too, lovely.” Hoseok laughed.

“Bad timing,” you spoke softly.

“Why, do you have someone over? Is it your little handyman?”

“As a matter of fact.”

“Okay, I won’t keep you long. I was just wondering if you wanted to go to a club opening with me next week? It’s apparently super exclusive but I figured you could use a night out.”

“Sure, I guess that sounds good.”

“Awesome then. It will be just like old times. If you want, maybe you can bring your little plaything.”

“It’s not like that.”

“That doesn’t mean that you don’t want it to be.”

“It’s only been one time. It’s not like I know him well.”

“Yeah, like you really knew Taehyung.” You could hear Hoseok roll his eyes.

“It’s not- I know I didn’t know him well enough either but he does work for me. I got to know him in that setting.”

“Wait, what’s this guy doing over?”

“Fixing something…” You said before you heard Hoseok giggle.



“Did you deliberately break something to get him to come over?”

It was silent for a moment. You didn’t want to admit your defeat. “Text me about the details for the club opening.” Suddenly Hoseok broke out into abrupt laughter. So you rolled your eyes again and ended the conversation, hanging up on him. You threw your phone on the coffee table before walking back into the kitchen.

You saw Jimin right side up, looking at the sink from inside the cabinet. You saw the slightest bit of his stomach creeping out from under his shirt. You swallowed hard as you did everything in your being to stop yourself from climbing onto his lap. Damn him and his thighs.


You shook your head, you liked the way your name sounded coming from his lips. Then again that wasn’t the name you wanted to be called at the moment. “Yeah, what’s up pet?”

“You know, if you wanted to see me you could’ve just asked instead of plunging chicken down your sink.”

You couldn’t see his face but you figured it was very smug. You stood there shocked for a moment before you chuckled to yourself. “That’s cute, Jimin.”

“Am I wrong?” He spoke as he got out from under the sink and situated himself and his tools. “All done.”

“That’s it?” You said a little too quickly.

His eyes opened wide in a playful way, “Have you missed me?”

“Don’t be so full of yourself. It’s unattractive.”

Jimin smirked and laughed to himself. “I don’t know, I think you’re pretty full of yourself and it’s sexy.”

“Well, well, well. What happened to the shy little boy I saw last week?”

“He was fucked by you and didn’t seem to want to be so shy anymore.”

“I liked him shy.”

“I can be shy… but I can also tell you how much I want you in a more physical manner.”

“Well when you’re shy, you beg. I like that in a man.”

“I’m just a little more confident today because you stuffed chicken and you’re saying to get me to come here.”

“Maybe I did. You fixed it though, you could leave.”

“Is that what you want me to do?” He asked, biting his lip slightly as you stayed silent. “Duchess,” he said in a low sultry voice.

“Maybe,” you said, coming out as a whisper.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” You just kept staring at him. “I’ve been thinking about you riding my thighs. You had told me before that you enjoyed that.”

“I do, Jimin. Are you going to be a good boy and let me ride them tonight?”


“Please what?”

“Please, duchess. Ride me.” He said in a needy yet confident manner.

“Sit on the couch, now.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, sitting as you quickly jumped a the opportunity to sit on his lap. You slowly moved onto his lap as you sat on his thigh. Jimin’s breath hitched as he watched you and pulled your body onto his. “I’ve missed you, duchess.” He gripped your ass as your ground into his pulsating thigh muscle.

“Don’t lie to me,” You bent down, lips brushing his.

“I’m not- I wouldn’t. Not to you, duchess.” His breath got caught in his throat as you slowly moved and circled your hips.

“Why didn’t you come and see me, after the first night baby boy?”

He groaned, head falling back. “I didn’t know if you wanted to see me again.”

You looked at him for a moment, pouting at him. “Awe, pet.” You took his chin in your hands. “Tell me how much you want me?” you thrusted your wet heat against him.

“Fuck, duchess. How could I not want you? You so beautiful. You make me feel so good, oh-” He groaned. “You make me want to be such a good boy for you. You make me want to please you in anyway possible.” You could feel his hard on pressed against your leg as you kept riding his thigh.

“Jimin,” you felt breathless.

“Please, duchess. Please come for me, i’m so close just watching you. I was hard as soon as I knocked on your door.” His hands were all over you and you took them, holding his hands over his head. “Wait, no. Let me touch you, please.” He begged.

“This is what you get for not coming to me sooner. You better make me come, i’m close.”

Jimin’s head flew back, “Jesus christ, I can feel your wetness on my leg. You’re driving me crazy.”

“You’re driving me crazy,” you thrusted. “I’ve been waiting for you to come see me again. Making me fucking stuff chicken in my sink just to get you here.” Jimin was staring at you with his mouth open. “That’s right, my prince.”

“Please call me that, I want to be your prince.” His hands were fighting against you, you knew that he wanted to touch you and you fed of of that. “Come for me, my slutty little prince. Come in your tight little jeans for me.” You started to move your hips faster and faster. “Duchess, please.”

“That’s it, my pet come.” You felt his legs twitch as you smiled down at him, biting his lips as he shouted out for you, coming just like you told him to. “Good boy,” you watched him come undone. He was panting, looking up a you for approval.

“Are you close? Please come for me, come all over me. I need it, I need you to so badly.”

“Fuck,” you said as you watched him. You grabbed onto him as he was quick to grab your hips, grinding you into him. It wasn’t long until you were coming as Jimin had his hands all over you. “Yes, duchess, thank you. Thank you,” he kissed all over your neck. It was a weird sensation but you enjoyed it. You moved your neck to the side, letting him hold onto you as you sat there on his thigh. You felt so tired but you held onto him.

“You want me to take you to bed?”

You nodded, “I’m tired.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jimin kissed you once as he picked you up, taking you into your room. Your eyes fluttered closed while Jimin laid you on your bed, putting you under the blankets. “May I stay, duchess?” You nodded, slightly. “Thank you,” he said quietly and you heard him take off his pants and shirt before slipping into bed with you. “Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, duchess. Sleep well.” He said quietly as you drifted off to sleep as Jimin moved closer to you.

The Group Project

(Jimin is jealous when his best friend and roommate, Taehyung, has a date with the girl Jimin has a crush on.)

Warning: 8000 words and 75% of this is pure smut. MMF sex.  Dirty talking.  Disrespectful name calling.   The usual.

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung! FUCK! YOU!”  Jimin was livid.  “I’ve never said a single thing to you about all the shit I have to put up with as your roommate!  All the times I’ve had to crash at a friend’s place because you brought some girl back to our dorm room for the night!  I can’t remember the last time I spent a whole week able to sleep in my own bed because of you!  And all those times I woke up to find some chick I don’t know in your bed?  Like you couldn’t just go somewhere else to fuck them? Did you really have to screw them in our room while I was asleep?”  Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but Jimin cut him off.  “And I wasn’t even asleep for all of them!  What was that one girls name? The one with the short hair? Jungin? Jungah?  Just because you took her into our bathroom to have her suck your dick doesn’t mean I didn’t hear EVERY FUCKING THING that happened in there!  You are so fucking vile!  The things you said to that girl… the sound of her choking on your dick while you called her a slut?  What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Some girls like that shit,” Taehyung replied calmly.  “She definitely liked it, that’s for sure.”

Jimin rolled his eyes dismissively.  “The point is that I’ve never said anything to you about how you’ve stuck your dick in half the women on campus.  Despite the fact that you are always inconveniencing me in order to get your rocks off, I’ve kept my mouth shut.  It’s your life and it’s not really any of my business.  But this is TOO FUCKING MUCH!  I thought we were friends?  I never thought you would totally screw me over like this!”

“We are friends!  I didn’t do this to screw you over.” Taehyung and Jimin had been randomly assigned to be roommates in their small single room dorm room their freshman year and immediately became the best of friends.  Taehyung was on a scholarship that paid for his student housing on campus and Jimin couldn’t imagine living with anyone other than Taehyung, so despite the cramped quarters and the arguments frequently caused by the lack of privacy, they continued living together in the dormitory.

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Auction AU Part 2

Here’s the first part  ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.

Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3 


    The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.

    Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?

    It wouldn’t. No way.

   Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.

   “Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”

   Pit stains.

   For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-

   “Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”

    With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.

     The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.

    They approached the stairs leading off the stage.

    This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-



   “Uh, hi.”

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Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

Word Count: 4,729

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

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just a bet


so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like…. its not important



THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo


anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

part two, three, four, five, six

Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all. 

Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades. 

“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

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Suga Daddy: Part 4

Suga Daddy: Part 4

Word count: 9k

Genre: smut, angst

So this chapter really means a lot to me so I hope you like it. Let me know if you want. Enjoy! Also, I didn’t have enough time to edit this how I wanted to. Sorry about the mistakes.

parts: one | two | three 

The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.

Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.

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2tired2care  asked:

Pst hi I LOVE YOUR FICS you have no idea how much they give me life <3 <3 I came across this really cute (and frankly heartbreaking) AU: "[burgler gently wakes me] you live like this?" (stolen from a post I saw on fb) and I kinda just need Stiles to do everything he can to make Derek's life better? THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

It IS frankly heartbreaking… which means I’m totally into it.

(now also on AO3!)


Derek definitely went to sleep alone. He always does, these days. It doesn’t explain why he drifts awake in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone lightly poking his shoulder.

It’s probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn’t startle. His claws don’t come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels… resigned.

“You live like this?” the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. “I mean. You actually live here?”

That seems too obvious, not to mention too insulting, to merit a response. “What are you doing here?” Derek asks instead. His voice comes out low and rough. This is the first time in days he’s had any reason to say anything. “This is private property.”

The guy shifts on his feet and sticks his hands under his armpits uncomfortably. “Okay, straight to the awkward questions. I like that.”

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Breaking Things

Summary: Billy finds companionship in his next-door neighbor after she witnesses him being punched by his father.

Author’s Note: The things being broken are hearts. Just so you know. Just short of 4k words


Originally posted by kiwimidnight

A new family had moved in next door nearly a year earlier. The Hargroves. I suspected they were a blended family, judging by how the siblings got along. Max, a girl, couldn’t be older than 14. She rode her skateboard around the block all the time. She came off as polite, but spunky. Her mother was also very proper, quiet and reserved.

Billy was the oldest sibling, my age. He had a hot rod car and a bad attitude. Although, he played it up more than he cared to admit. When the family came over to introduce themselves, he offered me a modest smirk, shaking my hand.

Come to learn that this was how Billy treated everybody. When he was in front of his parents, anyway. Without the oversight of his father, he was a crude, callous boy. Despite his prickly personality, he managed to win over the hearts of every girl in the school. Turns out teenagers really value the important life skill of being able to do the longest keg stand in Hawkins history.

With the Hargrove’s arrival came a few new echoes in the neighborhood. A skateboard on the asphalt, the rumble of a car engine… and screaming.

Every day, at eight o’clock in the evening on the dot, the screaming started. Short, sporadic bursts of hollering came throughout the day and continued into the night. But eight o’clock was invariably the loudest. A male voice, occasionally two, could be heard rattling the walls of the Hargrove’s house. But the second voice always quieted, frequently punctuated with a bang. Occasionally accompanied by Billy staggering out to his car and speeding off down the road.

Tonight, at eight o’clock, the screaming started again. It could be heard from my kitchen window. I could see into the Hargrove’s kitchen from there. Nothing much exciting ever went on, other than the occasional appearance of Mrs. Hargrove doing the dishes.

But this time, I noticed Billy. Neil had him pinned up against the fridge, some of the magnets had bounced to the floor. His father stuck an accusing finger in his face, ultimately forcing his closed fist across Billy’s cheek.

Billy instinctively reached up, cupping his face where he had been struck. This was followed by a terse conversation, leading to Billy picking the magnets up off the floor before heading to the front door.

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2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is drunk and she tries to have sex with her best friend Jensen.

Prompt: “Why are you in my bed?!”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @supernaturalgirl85

Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.

Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.

It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.

And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.

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Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.
Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

“I don’t even know who he is, Niall! I just want to know his name or some - ” 

“So why do you keep fucking blushing while talking about him!” 

“You know what, fuck off! I’m gonna find him myself!”

or, The morning after his party Harry wakes up naked on his bed, and there is a Polaroid photo of a stranger right beside him. Harry wants to know who is this tiny little boy that has soft fringe and a smile from heaven. He has endless hope.

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.”
“You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.”
“We want to prove that opposites attract.”
Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches.
Louis just came for the money.

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

Leaflet for Over Again Inc. 
“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

What happens when an unstoppable object meets an immovable force?

[Space AU. Louis is an astronaut. Harry works for Mission Control. They don’t get along.]

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

Louis was staring at him, expecting a response, and Harry was supposed to be the one coming up with that response, and he was so not prepared, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Where were you? You weren’t on the bus for a few days.”
Louis raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Uh… Sorry, I just- Um, sort of noticed that maybe you weren’t on the bus since last week. Not that I watch for when you’re on the bus or anything. That would be weird. Obviously, you have your own schedule, and I have mine. I just saw that you weren’t here, so I wondered what you were doing, or if something bad happened, like you got kidnapped or something. God, that sounded creepy. I promise I’m not threatening your life or something. Jesus, just stop me. If you have pepper spray, I would totally understand if you got me in the eyes right now.”
Louis had his lips pressed together at this point, holding back a laugh. Harry really didn’t blame him for that.

Or, the one where Harry just really wants to talk to Louis. And when he finally does, everything he says just comes out wrong.

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

“I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

Louis doesn’t get out too much due to his shyness. The only two friends he has he met online and they both live miles and miles away. Then along comes a cute bartender that completely flips Louis’ life upside down.

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Aspiring writer and all-around office gopher Harry Styles is desperately trying to establish himself as a hard-hitting journalist at the famous men’s magazine M™. When his editor-in-chief asks for a last minute volunteer, Harry jumps at the chance to write his first real assignment.Suddenly, Harry is tasked with writing a 10-day, exclusive, personal feature on roguishly handsome rising star, Football darling, and pain-in-the-arse diva Louis Tomlinson’s coming out. Harry just wants to write his story. Louis isn’t going to make it easy. Oh bloody buggering fuck.

“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”
There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. 
An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going. Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.That’s how it begins.

Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.

Or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

[475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.]

They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.

Or Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”
Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.