i just wanted reaction images and i got caught up in his smile

Sex Tape (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 1.9k 

Summary: “Well, it’s my last day home.” He said, stating the obvious as you came closer to him. You nodded, silently urging him to continue before he bent over and picked a box up off of the ground which you didn’t even look at. Your eyes were too focused on his face as he continued to smirk, “I just want to remember it, that’s all.” 


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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 2

A/N: I finally did it! I finished part 2. Thank y’all so much for all the feedback it means so much to me (‘: also, I put a little Easter egg in here. There’s another marvel character mentioned in here that surfs Let’sPretend, let’s see if y'all can find them. (; (also, tags are open too!)

Warnings: Smut, Pornography, graphic details of sex, swearing. Alcohol.


Bucky knew this was wrong on so many levels. What he was doing was a complete invasion of your privacy, he knew that, but he still found himself staring at the neon purple background of Let’sPretend.com. He was lying back on the mountains of pillows he owned, the laptop Steve got him for Christmas was perched on his lap, illuminating his half nude body with purple fluorescent light.

He felt guilty, but he found himself in some weird sexual awakening since he saw the picture of you spread out underneath him, legs spread like an invitation. Bucky found himself replaying the images over and over again in his mind. Most of all, he found himself thinking about your reaction to the video. He was trained to read people’s body language (which he swore he’d never do again) and it was a habit he tried to suppress.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but notice how your legs squeezed together as you sat on the stool. The way you subconsciously licked your lips at the sight of him topless. And the way your eyes dilated. Those were telltale signs you liked what you saw, even if you didn’t want to admit it, but that gave him no right to do what he was currently doing.

He started off by reading the comments underneath the video first. He expected some vulgar, repulsive words from creepy old men, which is what he usually saw on porn sites. But instead he was surprised with something he never expected. There were actual fans. And by fans, he meant there were a shit ton of people of all ages (legal of course) and not one vulgar comment. Most of them were about you and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him smile.


Mr.Marvel1995:
“OMG XD Y/N IS SO PERF! <3”


BBYGURL140:
“I hope they do this in real life (;”


WinterBabexoxo:
“She’s so friggin’ lucky! I want a Bucky!! )’:”


WadeWilson1982:
“I’d give my left arm to be in a WinterY/N sandwich. Kms.”


NaniBearxoxo:
“Jesus that man is sexi AF. *faints*”


CookieThumper87:
“WinterY/N 4ever! ^_^”

He ended up clicking onto the next page, where he was met with more comments by fans. Some were on the creepy side, others were quite flattering, and some were just plain adorable. These people didn’t see him as a monster or a freak like most did. They saw him as desirable, which he truly thought would never happen again. What caught him off guard the most was the undying fascination with his metal arm. It took up almost a third of the comments.

At some point, he found himself on your videos.
There were at least a hundred in total. They ranged from solo shots, to something called “girl on girl”, which confused him at first, but the second he curiously clicked on the video and saw you and Wanda making out violently, he instantly understood. You had videos with almost everyone in the tower.

There were ones of you and Steve, which he may or may not have bookmarked to uh…save for later. There were ones of you and Nat, some of you and Sam (he’s never cringed so hard in his life) which nearly made him break the screen. He found it deeply disturbing that some people actually liked the videos of you and Tony. He was like an uncle to you. Bucky completely stayed away from the ones with you and Vision. Those would probably give him nightmares.

However, he still found that people liked the two of you together the most regardless. They had a special name for you, too. Princess Y/N, they called you. He was known as simply the Winter Soldier, which did disappoint him a bit. He discovered the term “shipping” and something called “one true pair” that the people on the site talked about. He’d never admit it out loud, but he felt a sense of pride that these people favored him out of all the others when it came to you.

With a deep breath, he clicked on the play button.

The camera immediately cut to Y/N on the same bed from before. Her pastel colored camisole was practically see through, just enough to show the audience the outline of her breasts. She let out a playful giggle as she raised her leg in the air, giving the camera a view of her barely clothed core. Bucky felt arousal hit him like a train when he spotted a small dampened area on her panties. As if on cue, she started singing lowly. Jesus, she even sounded like the real Y/N.


“Happy birthday to me…” she sung, while slowly teasing her nipple with her fingers.


“Happy birthday to me…“ Bucky felt his erection growing harder with each word. His eyes followed her hand as it trailed past her stomach and rested on her clothed core.


“Happy Birthday, Y/N,” she let out a whimper when she began slowly tracing her clit through her panties. Any self control Bucky once had, had jumped out the window. In a second, he slipped off his boxers and gripped his aching member with his flesh hand and began pumping slowly.

“You’re starting without me, doll?”

The deep voice caused a shiver down Bucky’s spine, forcing him to stop pumping his cock. The camera suddenly turned to a fully clothed Winter Soldier I’m the doorway of the room, his blue eyes staring Y/N in an animalistic way. He stalked over to the bed and towered over her.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. What is rule number one?” he asks, gripping her legs and yanking her to the edge of the bed. A playful giggle came from her mouth, and God, Bucky found it the hottest thing on this earth.

She smiled up at the Winter Soldier through her long lashes. “Rule number one,” she says. “This pussy belongs to The Winter Soldier.”

He slipped his metal hand down one of her thighs and gave the flesh there a little smack, a moan escaped her trembling lips.

“Looks like you broke the rules, sugar,” he says huskily. “And you know what that means?”

“I need to be punished!” She replied, licking her lips and winking at the camera.

In a flash, he flipped her onto her stomach, her legs dangling off the bed so the camera had a perfect view of that her ass. In one swift motion, he took his mask off, revealing an identical face that belonged to Bucky Barnes himself.

It was by far the most erotic thing Bucky’s ever seen and despite his conscious screaming at him to shut off his computer and bathe in holy water, he found himself harder than he’s ever been in his life. It wasn’t even five minutes and his swollen member was leaking precum all over his thighs. He was definitely going to hell. But if this is what he’ll was like, then he’d gladly go willingly.

The Winter Soldier gently placed the black mask onto her face, and she made a sound somewhere in between a whimper and a groan. Her hands were pulled behind her back and held there by his metal hand while he pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. With a sublet click, the metal was around her wrists, binding them together.

He let out an amused chuckle at the sight before him. Y/N pushed her ass against his clothed groin in a poor attempt at getting some friction. She peered over her shoulder at him and tried to speak, but the only sounds that escaped were nothing but muffles from the mask. Bucky groaned at the sight of her wearing his mask. He’d never be able to see it the same and NOT get a raging erection.

Her eyes widened with joy when he finally began unbuttoning his black pants and slid them down his toned thighs. Her thighs trembled with anticipation as he gripped his swollen cock and slowly pumped it with his metal hand, going as far as teasing her clothed entrance with the tip. Her head plopped into the pillows in front of her.

“Rule number two,” he says to the camera with a smirk. “Good things come to sluts who wait.”

In one move, he pulled her panties to the side, ripping the material away and thrust inside her. Y/N cried out in pleasure through the mask, pushing her hips back with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, baby. You like that?” He asks through gritted teeth. She whimpers a reply and nods, her eyes wild with pleasure. The only thing that’s audible is the dirty sounds of skin against skin, along with the Winter Soldier’s grunts.

Bucky was hypnotized by the way his cock glides in and out of her hole, glistening with her juices. He pumps himself faster, groaning loudly when he hears her muffled cries. He was enchanted by the way her moans grew louder with each thrust. He tried to imagine what she’d feel like. The tightness of her walls around him as he hits that special place inside her. Would she whimper like in the video? Or was she a screamer? He prays that she’s the latter.

Suddenly, she’s flipped onto her back again. Her little party hat dangled to the side dangling almost completely off her head. The Winter Soldier smiled down at her sinisterly before pulling out of her and pressing the tip against her pussy.

“Does Princess Y/N want her gift here?” He asks, teasing his tip against her folds. “Or here?” He pulls away and pressed his cock against the puckered ring of muscle of her ass. Bucky lets out a string of curses at the sight of her glistening holes. With a small whimper, she pressed her ass against his cock; all while staring up at him with the most innocent smile.

The sound she made as he thrust into her nearly pushed Bucky over the edge. His hips bucked into his fist, precum spilling from his tip and onto his toned stomach. No matter how good it felt, he knew deep down inside that it was nowhere near as good as the real Y/N.

Finally, the Winter Soldier removed the mask from her face. The camera zoomed in on her swollen red lips. “Oh, daddy, I’m gonna come!” She moaned. He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and pinned them down into the mattress, the angle allowed him to thrust deeper inside her, making her scream out in pure euphoria.

“You like how Daddy fucks you, doll?” He grunts. His thrusts are stuttering against her hips and Bucky can tell he’s getting closer. She slips one of her hands between them and shakily began rubbing her clit in circles.

It doesn’t take long before she became a complete mess, her entire body trembling from the intense orgasm that was near. Her eyes are set on his blue ones as he drilled into her. She chanted his name like a prayer and Bucky wished he could make the real Y/N do the same.

Bucky’s metal hand cupped his balls and began massaging and tugging them in time with his flesh hand. The sensations created a sweet pleasure that made his eyes roll back. He’s sweating everywhere, but he doesn’t give a single damn. He’s so close, so fucking close and by the sounds of it so was she.

XXXXXXXXX

It was past midnight when you finally left Wanda’s room. No matter how much you drank, you couldn’t escape the embarrassing events that had occurred to you earlier that day. Wanda, however, had managed to go far beyond her limit. You giggled drunkenly at the memory of the woman passed out in her bedroom, the empty bottle of alcohol still in her hand.

You were way past tipsy, but still able to walk. Somehow you had made it down the long corridors without passing out or running into anything, which is what usually happened when you drank.

You were almost to your room when you heard a strangled cry. It wasn’t super loud, but enough to penetrate through a door. Following the direction it came from, you heard another, followed by a string of profanities. Whoever it was, they sounded like they were in pain. Your drunken mind tried it’s best to register this situation clearly. Who was even awake at this hour?

That’s how you ended up outside of Bucky’s room. You were positive the cries were coming from there. You knew about his nightmares, everyone did. They occurred almost every night and Steve had advised everyone to just ignore them and give Bucky his space. And everyone did just that. Nobody ever bothered him about it.

But these didn’t sound like typical night terrors. They sounded like something else completely. What if he was in trouble? Or dying? You couldn’t live with yourself if that were the case. With a turn of the doorknob, you peeked your head in and whispered his name softly; hoping it was just another bad dream.

You expected a lot of things. You expected Bucky to be in bed, thrashing around violently as he fought back against the imaginary foe in his dreams. You expected him to be shouting pleas of mercy or even Steve’s name. You even expected to be thrown out as soon as he woke up.

Bucky wasn’t in trouble at all. In fact, it looked like he was having a really good time.

The room was pitch black except for the purple glow of his laptop that was on his bed. He was lying back, the sheets pushed off the bed completely. He was nude with the exception of his black boxers that were pushed down to his knees as he furiously pumped his large cock with his flesh hand. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. You were no virgin and you’d seen your share of the male anatomy, but Bucky Barnes was big.

The tip was an angry red and you felt your mouth watering each time he ran his thumb over the head, collecting precum. His metal hand was massaging his balls, tugging on them gently. The groans he let out made the wetness between your legs grow. He had no shame either. He sounded just like the man in the video.

You curiously glanced at the porn video that was on the laptop and instantly filled with shock. The cries weren’t coming from Bucky, but from…you. He was watching the vid from earlier. And by the looks of it, he was enjoying it.

“Y/N!” He gasped, pumping himself faster. Hearing your name fall from his lips awoken something in you. You were practically dripping in your jeans and you contemplated whether on not to touch yourself right there.

Suddenly, the fake Y/N let out a scream of pleasure and you watched as the fake Bucky emptied himself inside of her with a loud groan.

“Ah, Y/N!” Bucky shouted as he came, coating his fist in his come. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched.

Your first instinct was to run, so that’s what you did. You initially planned to close the door quietly and run to your room, but the alcohol in your system made that hard for you. Instead of closing the door quietly like you planned, you slammed the it shut. Creating a big echo that traveled down the corridors.

To make it worse, the sleeve to your hoodie got caught on the handle from the inside.

You desperately tried to yank it free, but ended up making the door slam against the wall loudly instead. Anxiety filled your body as you heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing from inside the room. No matter how hard you pulled or tugged, it just created more noise.

Suddenly, you heard the door open and you flew back from the force, landing on your ass with a thud.

Above you, stood a sweaty and fully clothed Bucky Barnes in the doorway.

You were so dead.

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“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you threw the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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One More Chance

<< Part one (heartbreaker)

Group: BTS

Pairing: V X READER

Requested: @morganschiebel and @madelinehatter982

Excerpt: ‘ “if he treated you like this do you think he deserves you?”

Genre: angst

Length: 2.2k

A/N: I’m so happy you enjoyed the first part enough to request more! I was actually going to leave it on a cliff hanger but I’m very happy how this turned out and hope you enjoy it as well!

Originally posted by pawjimin

The rain had turned into a storm that night, as you left the building standing with your bag, your hand clutching the jumper of your shirt as you tried to suppress the silent sobs that made your shoulders shake. The rain lessened as a cab drove past and you quickly hailed it, running to clamber into it as you recited the address for a friend’s apartment.

You clenched and unclenched your hands in a desperate bid to forget the vivid image that had been ingrained on your retina, Taehyung’s topless figure, his breath laboured as that girl’s mouth was on him. This time you couldn’t prevent the sob that escaped and the driver glanced into the mirror, before turning the music louder to make you feel less embarrassed.

The ride had always been a short one between apartments and you suddenly realised that all your friends were close to Taehyung, you had been friends together, long before you met Taehyung and then Jimin introduced him to the group and next thing you knew, this bubbly smiley boy had fit in perfectly. Then you had begun dating. Yoongi was usually awake at this time and you knew that if Jimin or Jeongguk had talked to him already this night was about to get rougher.

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{Reaction} Mafia!EXO finding out out that you're getting bullied in university

Hey I requested a EXO mafia au reaction where the reader gets picked on by a group of people at the readers school and EXO defends her, just wondering if you received it or not? Doesn’t matter if you haven’t, but now that requests are open again can I re-request that please? Love your work btw xx

Note: I loved your request so much oml, I literally live for mafia!exo au you have no idea hehe! I’m not sure if you (or anyone else reading) has seen my other mafia content, if not, you can find it here on my exo masterlist! Enjoy~

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Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

  • Warning: Use of mafia themes. This includes swearing and (as indicated by the title) bullying. Read at your own risk. 

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chanyeol’s jaw clenched as you sheepishly told him that you’d been getting a hard time from someone in your university course. Despite the anger lighting in his stomach, he placed a false sense of calmness on his face as he hugged you, but as his arms wrapped around your small frame, his mind started planning instantly. When he finally came to confronting the person that dared to bully you, he had the most intimidating gear strapped to him and his short, terrifying friend Do Kyungsoo and infamous martial arts master friend Tao at his side. He waited at the university gates until the bully turned the corner and stepped out, making sure to leave a lasting impression that would make sure that this person would never even attempt to hurt you ever again.

Chanyeol: “I heard you’ve been hurting my Jagi. I suggest you stop, because if you don’t… well, let’s just say you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bully: “Y-yes sir…” *scurries away.*

Chanyeol: “Ah, That should keep them away from {y/n}.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kyungsoo was not impressed when he found out that you’d been getting bullied. He found it astounding that anyone could attempt to hurt you at all so he took serious action. Unlike Chanyeol, he took the time to research this person that had been giving you grief to use against them before making his move. He told you that he would sort the issue, and promised that he wouldn’t get any blood on his hands after you begged him not to do anything futile. He met the bully in a dark, deserted alleyway and let his dark, terrifying eyes do most of the threatening while his words cut the bully down to zero confidence.

Kyungsoo: “I love {y/n}, you see, I know you have a partner to, how would you feel if I hurt them? I could, you know. I could break their arms and legs until they’re left totally helpless. Or make them blind so they could never see your disgusting face again”

Bully: “I’m sorry! I’ll never hurt {y/n} again!”

Kyungsoo: “Hurt? I don’t want to hear that you’ve been anywhere my jagi again, understand?”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Baekhyun tapped his fingers against the side of the car as he waited for you outside of the university to take you home for the term. Even though he it a part of the mafia, he does care deeply for you, and however intimidating and dangerous he can be against others is insignificant when it comes to you. When he’s with you, his demeanor changes completely, he’s fun, loving and sweet, and wouldn’t even dream of ever letting anything  bad in this world getting to you.

As he waited in the car, he hummed, that was until he caught you in the corner of his eye being pushed by a man that looked vaguely around your age. He instantly got out of the car, barely giving himself any time to think as he stormed over to where you timidly rose back to your feet. He clenched his fist before forcing it into the man’s face, then pulling you with him back towards the car.

Baekhyun: “Are you alright, Jagi?”

{y/n}: “I will be.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sehun had been told countless times by you that he shouldn’t sacrifice being uncovered because of stupid reasons, but when he witnessed you physically being punched before you, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the man that dared to hurt you in such a fashion and beat him until his skin was starting to turn bloody, black and blue. He seethed in anger as he looked down at the man in anger, he was lying on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and eyes streaming with tears as he begged for mercy. He looked back at you, holding your cheek looking partly in pain and partly like you were blushing.

Sehun: “Too much?”

{y/n}: “No, he deserved it, I just feel…”

Sehun: *smirking* “Come on Jagi, let’s go home.”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by lullabyun

Yixing isn’t one to make a massive scene or to create a lot of conflict when it comes to confrontation. Instead, he takes the more calm route to intimidating your bully from talking to you. He enters university one sunny afternoon to watch you in a contest against other classmates. Within the crowd of people watching, he purposefully takes the seat next to the person he knows as you bully and quietly talks, knowing that even with a in innocent smile on his face, your bully will never think of approaching you again in the near future.

Yixing: “I’m going to put this in very simple terms so you understand, since you’re clearly a being of low intelligence. Stay away from {y/n} unless you want to go to sleep one night and never wake up.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Chen is the master of manipulation and knowing how to scare people without even really having much interaction with them. When he finds out that someone at your university has been bullying you, he takes the matters into his own hands without your knowledge of it to help you from the pain and emotional strain.you never do find out what Chen does to your bully, all you know is tat after telling Chen, your bully can’t seem to come near you or even look you in the eye anymore.

{y/n}: “I don’t know what happened, they seem to have just stopped.”

Chen: “That’s what I like to hear, princess.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Minseok seemed rather calm as you told him that someone at your university was giving you grief. He made sure to make sure that he came across as calm in front of you so that you did worry, he simply pulled you into his arms and whispered into your ear that he would sort everything and that you shouldn’t worry about the bully anymore. When it came to actually carrying his intentions out, he made his way into the university and found the bully. He waited until the bully way alone and in a deserted space before he finally made his move, pushing the bully back into the corner to hide the gun that he pointed at he man’s abdomen from any unwanted eye witnesses.

Minseok: “I’ll let you off this time, but touch my jagi again? And you won’t live to tell the tale.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Your bully must be very brave to antagonize you when you have a boyfriend like Huang Zitao, the infamous martial artist with skills higher than anyone that you know. While most of the other members were low key and tried to ensure that their intentions weren’t spotted by unwanted attention, Tao went about this in quite a different way. He met your bully, and even though your bully was surrounded by a large group of people, Tao still went for him and knocked him out cold with one simple blow. No one tries to stop him as Tao gave your bully one final kick in the gut before walking away, muttering about how now one will get away with hurting you.

Tao: “Are you pathetic or stupid or both? Hurt her again and I’ll beat you up worse next time!”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Not only has your bully messed with you, but has messed with the leader of the mafia, and it would be an understatement to say that Junmyeon was very pissed off when he found out about this. He took your bully by the scrape of their neck, pushed them back against the wall and threatened them until tears were pouring down your bullies face. While it was somewhat strange to see Junmyeon in this way, it was also oddly satisfying to see him standing up for you and giving your bully what they deserved.

Suho: “Is {y/n} a pile of shit?”

Bully: “N-no”

Suho: “Then don’t fucking treat her like she is!”


Lu Han

Originally posted by luedeer

Luhan is a very caring boyfriend outside of being the mafia, so when he finds out that you have been getting bullied he isn’t happy at all. He, like Minseok, decided to do some research before falling neck deep into this. With the help of Yixing and Sehun, he made his way across to the university, threatening your bully in a way that isn’t direct, but definitely gets the message across.

Luhan: “Put it this way, kid. If I find out you’ve been bullying {y/n}, it’ll be the last stupid thing that you ever do.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaimilky

Kai knows of your bully, but had never met him until this moment, you and Kai were out at a club in the city together. You were wearing something low cut and tight, while he was also going for the sexy look. The two of you were dancing, grinding beneath the bright lighting until unwanted attention was finally brought. Your bully laughed, pointing at you as he did in university. Kai was ready to let it slide, to simply leave the club and find somewhere else, but that was until he actually heard the words you bully spoke. He gently removed his hands off you before leaping onto your bully, pounding him to the beat of the music. He finally stopped when he heard the yelling of the police. He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you out of the club, the two of you laughing as you make your great escape.

Kai: “Ah Jagi, that was more fun than it should have been.”


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kris is known throughout the country as one of the most dangerous men. Like Suho, he is also a leader of the EXO mafia, and therefore makes him one of the most wanted man. Usually, he keeps his head down, but when he finds out that you’re being bullied, he can’t help but get himself involved within the conflict. He walks inside of the university, casually strolling with his hands in his pockets and walks up to you bully. As Kris takes the seat next to you bully, you could see the way your bully paled as white as a sheet without Kris even saying anything.

Kris: “See that girl? That’s my baobei… I’ve heard you’ve been hurting her recently. You should take more care of your actions before it leads to serious consequences.”

Never Ever - Part 2

Summary: 

“What’s your ideal type?” Eric, one of the hosts of After School Club, asked Mark.

“Y/N,” he admitted. The other GOT7 members exchanged looks, and Eric laughed – but then his smile faltered when he realized Mark was serious.

“Wait, really? Y/N? You know the stories about her, right? What, are you looking for trouble or something?”

Now it was Mark’s turn to smile. “Definitely.”

Pairing: Mark x You (Idol!Reader) 

Genre: Humor and Angst

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SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. Y/L/N stands for “your last name.” None of the information entered is stored. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.

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Originally posted by marktuan-oppa

Y/N’s POV

“Y/N, you’re drooling on me.”            

You jerked awake at Jia’s voice and sat up straight in your seat, wiping your mouth and smearing your lipstick in the process. Jia sighed and rummaged through her bag for a lipstick tube, then grabbed your disoriented face and applied a fresh coat for you. You weren’t even surprised that she had your exact shade ready.

“Thanks,” you grinned when she finished, and she shot you a disapproving look.

“You knew we had an important meeting today, Y/N, and yet you only came back to the dorm at three in the morning? This is getting ridiculous.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved away her fretting. Jia was the leader of 7/11 and more of a mom to you than your own mother. You winced at the thought and dropped your head on your crossed arms resting on the mahogany table. Why, for the love of god, did Kevin have to schedule these meetings at fucking six in the morning? What kind of hell spawn was actually fully conscious at this hour? 

On Jia’s other side sat the other two members of your group, Lucy – the maknae, and Scarlett – the lead vocalist. Scarlett’s real name was Sooyoung, but since SNSD already had a member with that name, your Sooyoung had adopted this stage name.

The two of them were engrossed in their phones, Jia was now organizing her purse, and you closed your eyes again, regretting your life choices.

The office room that you were all in was fancy, the kind of room you could imagine business negotiations taking place, and the air-conditioning was such a relief from the heat of the outside world that you were just beginning to drift off again when Kevin’s nasally voice cut through your peace.

“Right this way, boys,” you heard him say, and you groaned into your arm. Maybe later tonight you would do a cover of Ain’t Not Rest for the Wicked for your SoundCloud. Maybe tonight you would actually get some sleep like a normal human. You buried your face and tried to shut out the world – and then your eyes flew open when it hit you. His scent. American cologne and laundry detergent.

Mark Tuan.

Fuck.


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Iron Or

Prompt:Forced orgasms where he ties her up and continues to eat her out continuously till she literally can’t crawl.

Negan X Reader

SMUT, NSFW, Non-con, oral sex, vaginal sex, light BDSM  

Tags:  @theonethatgotaway213, @marauderice @negans-network @kellyn1604 @megandrawsspace @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @miiraal





   The doorknob looked so tempting.  You wondered if you tugged on it for the umpteenth time if it would finally open.  Your feet acted like they had a mind of their own as they turned away from the door and paced towards the other side of your bedroom.  There was no window.  You would have to work here a long time to get a room with a view. Even if you had one jumping would do no good.  There was no leaving the Sanctuary.  At best you could hide for a few hours, but it would probably only make things worse in the long run.

               Two weeks you had been here.  Two weeks and you had already broken the rules three times. Other residents told you rumors of punishment ceremonies.  Flashes of Dwight and Mark’s faces made you gasp and cover your mouth.  There was no way Negan would do that to a woman.  At least that is what you tried to convince yourself.

               His last warning kept trying to surface in your brain:  

               “You’re on thin ice little girl.  I won’t show you any special treatment.”  

 

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Spice it Up! (M)

Jimin & You

Genre: Fluffy Smut, One shot

Word count: 4,110 words

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The images projected by the TV were a blur and you blinked several times, realising that you had let yourself get lost in your thoughts. Shifting your head ever so slightly to the left, you sneaked a glance at your husband, whose eyes were trained on the TV, unaware of your lack of attention tonight. You chewed on your lower lip, the plans that you were determined to carry out making you nervous, but you were going to do it no matter what.

“Jimin?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

The affectionate nickname made you smile and boosted your confidence a little. He loved you just as much as you loved him, if not more. This gave you comfort, knowing that even if he didn’t like what you wanted to try tonight, he would not feel hatred or disgusted towards you. He always made you feel safe and comfortable with voicing your thoughts.

And this was a thought that had been plaguing you for a while. It was a big one, to you at least.

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Hold Back

Originally posted by meganhyunhee


Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: fratboy!au, um a lil bit of fluff??, um things get a little heated at some point
Warnings: language
Word count: 3,684 


You whined loudly as the sound of your alarm rang through your ears. You had went to sleep at 4 am last night - or should you say this morning - after finishing up a project you had to do for your psychology major. You contemplated on skipping today’s lecture but you decided against it, as shocking as it may sound you had never skipped a lecture before. People thought of you as a goody two shoes and although that wasn’t too far from reality, you still had a wild side, you were young and in college after all. 

Groaning you threw the covers off of you and made the way over to the bathroom to clean up and shake the sleep off your tired eyelids. Apparently that wasn’t enough since even after your shower you felt pretty much dead. A double shot espresso would definitely be enough to at least keep you awake until the late hours of the night. 


You moaned in relief as the scalding liquid touched your lips.

“You always sound so,” Doyoung, your best friend scrunched his eyebrows as he tried to think of a word to describe what he just witnessed, “erotic when eating or drinking something you enjoy.” he finished. 

“Because it feels as good as sex.” 

“Oh my God.” 

“You brought this upon yourself.” you shrugged as you took another sip, your eyes roaming around the cafeteria. 

“There’s a party on Friday night, are you coming?” he questioned, changing the subject. 

“As much as I’d love to get shit wasted, I’m gonna have to decline. A 10,000 essay calls for me.” 

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Under the Stars

He laughed so hard, so happy and loud as he sprinkled rainbow vibes around, and yet only the moon witnessed all his silent cries – whenever his heart felt lonely at night.

The metal was cool as Lance leant back against the wall, the bridge of the Castle of Lions was silent and cold in the middle of what would be night, if they were actually keeping to Earth sun cycles, and he shuddered as he hugged himself. He glanced out at the black expanse of space that seemingly went on forever, a void that seemed to suck out all the emotion that he had tried to keep contained.

The tears fell freely as he thought of his mother…her smiles…her hugs…her wrath when he goofed off with his siblings. He let out a sob as he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground with his legs tucked up under his chin and his arms wrapped around them. He missed them all, his parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, he missed Cuba and Varadero Beach, garlic knots and cool lemonade, he missed his home. He tightened his grip around his legs as he wondered what the Garrison had told them all when he disappeared all those years ago.

Six years. He still couldn’t believe that it had been six whole years since he had been home, the war that they had been fighting still showed no sign of slowing, if anything it was getting worse. Zarkon was relentless in his pursuit of Voltron and the Paladins, they didn’t go a week without being dragged into a life and death fight against the Galra Empire.

If it hadn’t been for the castle’s healing pods he was sure that none of them would have made it through their first year in space, he himself almost died in their first week when a bomb had gone off during a celebration on Arus. He had sacrificed himself to protect Coran and, due to the castle losing power from the explosion, had almost died from his injuries. He still didn’t remember all the details but the others had told him he had awoken from his coma in a critical moment in the fight against their invaders to shoot the leader, Sendak, in the back saving Pidge’s life.

Leaning his head against the wall, he watched a comet as it passed the castle harmlessly, he was almost tempted to wake Blue and take her for a spin in the tail of the comet. It would almost be like swimming in the ocean again and he missed it, the ability to wake up and go swim in the crystal blue waters was something he had taken for granted growing up. He wished he could go back in time and tell his younger self to realise that he wouldn’t always have the paradise that he grew up in.

He had gotten lost in his memories of home, so he failed to hear the doors of the bridge opening with a light hiss and the soft footsteps of someone else wandering the castle.

“Lance?”

He started at the sound of his name being called in the deafening silence he had wrapped himself in and quickly wiped away the tears that had still been falling as he stared off into space.

“Allura? What are you doing here?” he asked as he scrambled to his feet.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied, frowning as she saw his red and puffy eyes, “Are you alright?”

“Me? Oh sure! I am fine, nothing to see here!” he smiled at her, reining in his emotions so that she didn’t see how much he was hurting.

It was his job to make sure that everyone else was happy. Blue had told him that what made the Blue Paladin special was their ability to adapt themselves to befriend everyone, usually giving them the ability to become a great diplomat, not that anyone had ever given him the chance to prove himself since they all thought he was a joker.

“Sorry, I got caught up in watching the stars and didn’t realise the time. I should probably head back to my room so I can catch up on my beauty sleep,” he said with a half laugh.

Allura wasn’t buying it this time and reached out to place her hand on his shoulder, “You were crying.”

“Me? Crying?” he said with a chuckle, “You must be mistaking me with Keith, that guy is such a softy underneath all that bravado. Way, way underneath.” He rolled his shoulders in a subtle way of trying to dislodge her hand.

“Lance, please tell me what is wrong,” Allura pleaded, refusing to let go of him.

“Allura,” he said, “I’m fine.”

“And I am saying that I don’t believe you,” she snapped.

Lance flinched at her tone, seeing his reaction Allura sighed, “I’m sorry. I just- I don’t like seeing my family upset.”

Family.

Lance felt his stomach twist at the word, Allura had it much worse than he did, Coran as well. He couldn’t just dump his problems on them when they were still dealing with the loss of their entire planet, he couldn’t imagine losing Earth like that.

“I’m just a little homesick, so nothing to worry about ok?” he said as he finally freed himself from her grasp, “I’m going to head back to bed.”

Lance turned and walked towards the door that led off the bridge, as he reached the doorway it opened automatically but he paused for a moment.

“Allura, you should head back to bed as well. You need the rest,” he said glancing over his shoulder at the Princess before walking away towards the sleeping quarters.

Allura stood still on the now empty bridge, she knew that her paladins were tired and missed home. She wanted to do something to help, there had to be something she could…

Her head snapped up as she thought of the perfect thing that would boost the morale of the team and give them all some rest and relaxation, even if only for a couple of days. She got to work pulling up coordinates for the system she wanted and plugging in the numbers into the castle’s computer to continue flying there as she yawned.

Maybe Lance was right, she should get some sleep, she gave the screen one final check to make sure she had entered everything correctly before she engaged the auto pilot and stretched her arms, dislodging one the mice who had been tucked in the collar of her dress.

“Sorry little one, let’s go back to bed ok?” The mouse squeaked back in agreement as she carried it back to her quarters.

“Paladins! I need everyone on the bridge immediately!” Allura’s voice echoed through the castle, alerting them all to the new danger.

Over the years they had perfected getting to the bridge in the shortest amount of time, not bothering with their armour until they knew what the emergency was. Sometimes she was just testing their response times, other times it was an emergency that required them to use the Lions and others still only required them to assist on the bridge from their allocated stations.

Lance bumped into Pidge on their way to the bridge, she had been in the Green Lion’s hanger working on another one of her projects to improve her Lion’s capabilities. Lance had been meaning to ask her if she could have a look at Blue and see if there was anything she could do for Blue to make her even more impressive.

“What do you think is happening?” Pidge asked as she sped up to keep up with Lance’s long strides.

“I don’t know but I am pretty sure we went through a wormhole earlier this morning,” he said as they turned a corner and saw Hunk, Shiro and Keith all racing together from the opposite side of the castle.

They skidded to a stop at the doors to the bridge and as they opened Lance felt his heart skip a beat. He walked onto the bridge in a stunned silence, the image on the screen in front of them all was something that he never thought he would see again.

“Allura? What is going on?” he heard Shiro ask as the rest of the paladins all stood around the screen, not daring to take their eyes off it in case it changed.

“I thought we might take a few days to explore a planet that hasn’t been taken over by the Galra,” she said with a hidden smirk.

“But that is-“ Keith started.

“Home,” Lance finished as the largest smile he could manage broke out onto his face as he stared at the image of the planet Earth.

❝ I’ve to thank We Got Married ❞

Plot: You and Jaebum were a “fake” couple on We Got Married. You two were filming and he was waiting for you into a coffe shop. It’s started to rain and you became all wet; Because of the script he couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to, you secretly love each other; and after you were done, you two decided to stay alone and with his warm actions he gave you hints how much he cared about you.

Paring: JaebumxReader 

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Fluffy

For our @bulletproofself, I hope you like it cutie! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Damn, damn, damn!”  

Your voice was lost in the sound of the rain, while you kept running towards the Café where you knew Jaebum was waiting for you.  

The cameras were with you, completely surprised from the sudden downpour that seemed to have affected the entire city at that time.  

“Run Y/N, run!” They continued to yell, but run without being able to see much because of rain was not easy.  

The only consolation was that soon you would have seen your “fake” husband", for whom you secretly had begun to develop feelings many weeks before.  

Now it was three months that you two took part in that program and staying in close touch with him helped you to see an awful lot about him.  

The must you know him and more your feelings grew.  

Meanwhile, he was waiting, trying to remember the script he had read earlier, starting to worry seeing the weather raging outside the small and cozy cafes.  

“She’s coming?” He asked at one of the crew and a small nod of assent reassured him slightly, although not entirely.  

It was not until the door bell, the notice that someone had just entered, to reassure him.  

For the first five seconds.  

You were standing in front of the door, dripping everywhere and being sorry to be in that condition despite your attempts to run as fast as you can.  

“Fuck… Y/N ” He swore under his breath, he didn’t want to be heard by the cameras, forcing himself to remain in place because it was what the script told him to do.  

The sincere moments in that program were few and he began to be tired, wanted to be more free. More honest, especially towards you.  

“I’m Sorry… The rain caught me off guard. ” You excused yourself, rushing toward the table and sitting in front of him, completely embarrassed.  

The blush on your cheeks was due to your outfit or at least was what you kept telling yourself mentally. The truth was that even just see him led to you the famous “butterflies in the stomach”.  

“An umbrella?” He asked, trying to stay lowkey, having to bite the inside of his cheek to ask not more.  

“Oh, Jae! The weather forecast had put nice weather. NICE. WEATHER. What do I know, huh? ” You snorted, getting off your jacket that was completely water soup; “If I were psychic, I could have predicted!”  

“Yes, okay. I order you something hot. ”  

“Shouldn’t we carry out the proof of this day?”  

“The proof of this day is to not kill each other.”  

“BUT IT’S HARD!” Your voice went up by some eighth, making the crew laugh but causing to you, albeit only mentally, a curse long few minutes.  

You hated having to pretend, you were so simple compared to the image that that program was giving you, you were afraid that Jaebum really thinks of you as an airhead girl.  

“You know that however, they ship us?”  

“Really? They can see or just pretend to be blind?” He asked upset, making a nod to the waitress who immediately came up to take his order.  

He knew your tastes, although you wouldn’t think possible, and when he ordered a latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon you don’t do anything but smile. Smile immediately framed by cameras, afraid to miss any of your reactions.  

While he ordered you tried to fix the mess that was your hair and definitely your face, but you ignored the makeup that imagined being smeared. You picked up your hair into a high bun, although some subtle strands of hair fell over your shoulders and continued to soak your shirt, just slightly moist because that had been covered by the jacket.  

“Husband?” You called him out, causing him to turn with a sigh.  

“Tell Me, Y/N”  

“Am I so horrible..?”  

“You look like a clown, look.” He gave you the sugar container, a reflective surface in metal and you had to keep from screaming. You were really a clown. “So stop saying I’m lying when I say that you snore, I always tell the truth.”  

“I DON’T SNORE, JAEBUM!!”  

“Whatever.”  

               ___ 

“Finished!”  

The scream of the Director caused a wave of joy in the entire crew, which began to disassemble all the cameras and gear. A small sigh of relief left your lips, while the cold that made you company for more than two hours seemed to be your second skin. The only thing you ever wanted was to go home and take a long, hot bath.  

“Will you stay here?”  

You were ready to get up when the sweet voice of Jaebum do you froze instantly, almost glued you to the chair. If he asked you, you would have even spent all day and night with him.  

“Obviously, it makes me really happy.”  

After nearly ten minutes the crew had finally gone and you guys were totally alone. There was a change into the atmosphere, in both of you, almost as if the absence of all those people took a huge weight off your shoulders.  

“Wait..” He said, taking his jacket off and handing it out from above the table. “You must be cold, isn’t it?”  

“Hell ya, I feel like a popsicle,” You admitted, and thank him with a shy smile but refusing his jacket. “But I’m still a little damp, I don’t want to get it wet.. and my hair still dripping, I don’t know how it’s possible but they do. ”  

“Y/N don’t be stubborn.”  

“But I don’t kno–” you began to say when he got up from his chair and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, so as to cover you completely. “It’s huge.” You whispered.  

“You’re tiny, it couldn’t get close. But it looks good on you. ”  

“T-Thanks!”  

“You could use tea, you know?”  

“I don’t really like..”  You confessed, biting your lower lip while he was addressing a look upset to you. “What!?”  

“Thè can help you.”  

“Have I to drink it..?”  

“I just want you to warm up a bit, Y/N”  

The sweetness in his voice was able to warm you up more than any hot drink, but with a small nod you accepted his request.  

His jacket smelled good and was hot, then you tightened it savoring that little moment of calm.  

“Isn’t it warm?? Do you want me to take a sweater? Jinyoung always leaves a spare one into the car. ”  

“I’m fine Jaebum so, don’t worry. Today you’re nicer than usual. ” You pointed out, finding that loving side amazingly cute.  

“Don’t… That’s, you can get sick and I don’t want your bandmates to kill me because their leader got sick. ” Almost coughed out those words, covering his mouth with his clenched fist and making you smile amused. “Then I must bear your presence too because this week we have to record every day.”  

“Hell.. It’s true. ”  

“Did you have different programs?”  

“Honestly? I wanted to go to see my parents, I haven’t seen them in almost a year. ”  

You had lied to everyone for months, saying you saw your parents regularly, realizing only then the huge mess you were combined. His eyes had become to slightly bored, because of the shooting, a visibly worried.  

And you understood thanks to a small wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows and his mouth was folded into an annoyed scowl, that at that time you wanted to drive off with a kiss.  

“What..?”  

“You lied to me. Last week you told me that you went to your parents on weekend ”  

“Oops…? I just don’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine… ”  

“Bullshit. Now drink your tea, then I’ll take you to the dorm. You take a hot shower, I’ll wait and then take to your parents. ”  

“In Busan?”  

“My schedule is free tomorrow. ” He admitted with a tone of defiance, folding his arms across his chest and looking into your eyes waiting for your retort.  

But you didn’t know what to say because nobody had treated you as he was doing. You stayed in silence, looking down on your hands folded on a table and only when the waitress arrived with your tea, you raised your eyes and thank her with a slight smile.  

“Y/N?”  

“Huh?”  

“Sit next to me, so you’re more sheltered from gusts of wind coming from the door.” He almost ordered and slid your cup on the table, put next to his now empty.  

You looked upset, trying to decipher his behavior. “So?” He asked bossy, pointing to the spot next to him on the sofa.  

You snorted but immediately went to sit next to him, but keeping yourself a few centimeters away. You didn’t want him to get wet and especially to feel you shaking because of the cold you felt. 

“Maid?? Do you have a towel? ” He asked yelling to the waitress, who immediately nodded and returned shortly afterward with a towel itself.  

She handed it to him, you were committed to sip your tea and ignore it when your eyes were blinded and a rough fabric stroked your face.  

“What!?”  

“Be quiet, I’m drying your hair. Let me get this rubber band… I got it. ”  

That was no longer an ordinary afternoon, it was turning into an episode of one of those dramas that you used to see at in your spare time.  

His hands were moving up on your hair, rubbing the towel and dry off your hair as best as he could. If you will get sick, even though you couldn’t have known, he wouldn’t forgive him for anything in the world.  

“Jae?”  

“Huh? I’m almost done.”  

“Can I ask you something?”  

“I’m listening, but please… Not something stupid like your usual. ” He took it playfully around, lifting your face by placing two fingers under your chin.  

Despite the towel you got to see his smile, that smile you liked so much, forget for a moment what you wanted to ask him.  

“Y/N… What did you want to ask me? ”  

“Why are you doing this?” It was your question, honest and sincere, which caused him to freeze instantly.  

He didn’t want to find himself like that but unwittingly he was acting like a guy with a huge crush.  

“I..”  

“You?”  

“I don’t want you to get sick.” He muttered shyly, avoiding your gaze and finally removing the towel.  

At that moment you looked around, there were basically just you two and the waitress in the coffee shop because the storm that continued to hit the city. And that was the perfect moment to act.  

Clutching the collar of his shirt you moved him towards you and just touched his lips, so innocent and clumsy.  

It was your first kiss and it was a simple snap of lips, but you didn’t care much. It was with Jaebum, the first guy that you were in love so for you was still perfect.  

His expression turned upside down, however, made you think to be just a fool to think he felt something for you and now working with him would be a thousand times more awkward.  

“I.. S-Sorry J-Jae..” You stammered, loosening the grip on his shirt; “I’m sorry, r-really sorry.”  

“Why?”  

“W-Well … I didn’t mean to put you on e-embarrassment … ” Your voice was trembling, as much as you were at that time.  

You were about to leave when he leaned his hand behind your neck, into your hair now almost dry, drawing you towards him and resting his lips to yours.  

His approach was so completely different than yours. His lips were firm into yours and he took to kiss you gently but with desire.  

It seemed like his lips were longing for, as much as yours wanted the same thing.  

The kiss lasted, however, too little because, after a few seconds, you saw him get away but put his forehead against yours, without ceasing to smile even for a second.  

“I think this program will become more interesting from today.”  He blinked with an amused tone.  

“Wh-Why?”  

“You’re not my wife actually, but my feelings are real Y/N”. He whispered, his lips grazing again yours albeit in a mild and delicate way. “I’ve to thank We Got Married then… And I thought I would totally hate my future wife. ”  

“You were lucky, Im Jaebum.”  

“Damn lucky, Y/N”.

Teeth

Fandom: Zelda BoTW

Summary: After Link accidentally injures Sidon in a sparring match, he is so distraught from the mistake that he runs off. When Sidon tries to chase after him and console him, however, he doesn’t fully realize just how ridiculous his injury is.

Author’s notes: ….of course my first contribution to the Zelda fandom ever is fluffy garbage I’m not even sorry. 

Also yes, yes this is the thing I contemplated writing not long ago. It’s not as shippy as I thought it would have turned into knowing me, but this is still pretty damn cute and I am still pretty damn pleased. 

I just. Can’t stop picturing Sidon with a gap-toothed grin. May you never get the image out of your mind either. 

Also, if you’d prefer you can read here on Ao3! Or you can just click the read more button below! 

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I never expected it to be like this

Summary:  Adrien Agreste had grown accustomed to his father’s absence. After all, it had been going on for years, so how could he not?
When Gabriel calls him in his office, the boy is terrified he screwed up somehow. He was expecting anything. But the gentle smile and the “I know your secret” caught him off guard.
And the whole “you don’t know how to approach a girl” thing killed him.

Word count: 2324

A bit of canon divergence because here Adrien’s mom disappeared when he was a child

AO3


Since his mother disappearance when he was six, Adrien Agreste’s life became a product to be exposed to the world. There was no other way to describe it. His father became absent, only talking to him when it was strictly necessary and Adrien got used to barely seeing the man. Gabriel even became overprotective, homeschooling the boy and putting him under the care of people who taught him how to behave and who molded him as the image of perfection itself.

At some point, his classes started. Chinese, fencing, piano. In the beginning, Adrien hated them, but he also did his best to try to make his father proud. Gabriel, however, didn’t want Adrien’s best. He wanted perfection.

He wanted a perfect boy to sell Agreste’s name, and he wouldn’t accept less than that. But even when Adrien failed on what was demanded of him, the repression would come through his father’s assistant or through a screen.

That was why Adrien froze when Nathalie knocked on his door and announced that Gabriel was waiting for Adrien in his office.

Immediately, dozens of scenarios crossed the boy’s mind. What could‘ve he done to his father to demand to see him in person?

Putting Plagg under his shirt, Adrien walked towards the door, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Something was really wrong.

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Kitty Kisses

A birthday gift to one of my very amazing friends, @ladyserendipitous <3333 Hope it was an amazing day, you sparkling sandstone! This is written off of something you said about reveal by kitty kisses a week or so ago!

Summary: Marinette sees if Chat Noir’s cat tendencies extend to slow blinks, or, as she liked to call them, kitty kisses.

AO3


It all started when the light of the sun began to fade, and the lights of the city began to illuminate the darkening sky. It had never been unusual for Marinette to be out past the the setting of the sun, for her parents understood her need for inspiration. So when she laid down on a bench in the park nearby her home, as she so often did, she hadn’t expected company.

A dark figure had leaped from the rooftops and landed nearby her, thankfully not startling her because she’d already been tracking its movements from some distance away. She gave him a nod of acknowledgement before returning her attention to the landscape of her city.

Chat Noir didn’t speak right away, but instead sat in front of the bench and settled himself so that his head tilted back, pressing into Marinette’s arm. He watched the city with her, enjoying the moment of peaceful calm that had fallen over Paris. Even with the comfortable silence, Chat couldn’t keep from talking any longer.

“You’re out pretty late, Marinette,” he commented, going the route of obvious observations.

She hummed in response, tracing the lines of the buildings with her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet in a way that perfectly matched the atmosphere of the city. “I have art block. This usually helps.”

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Nothing But My Way

Inspired by @spiritusignis ‘s headcanon about certain events after Jack and Bitty come out. I hope I did your HCs justice.

 It had been a few months (okay, four months and three weeks, but who was counting?) since Jack and Bittle came out to the NHL, and honestly, Jack couldn’t complain. He got to have his boyfriend on his arm at media events, he wasn’t worried about being outed every time he and Bittle grabbed coffee, and most importantly, nothing catastrophic had happened. He was allowed to have this. He could have his A and his team and his boyfriend and his life, all at once, and nobody was going to take it away from him.

Of course, not everyone was as welcoming as the Falcs. Jack didn’t really mind the checks; everyone wanted to get in a hit at Bad Bob’s son, so he’d been getting smacked around in the rink for a decade. He barely noticed an uptick in physical aggression, and Bitty always had the cutest worried face when Jack got back from a rough game. But the verbal shit was something else.

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Study Session

Pairing: Peter x reader

Request: @thecoffeestudyblr​: hey so i was hoping i could request another imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and is friends with Peter Parker and um they are having a study session in the lab and it’s going really well except when an assassin breaks in and peter protects her? the reader is also really shy and then she finds out peter is spiderman? lots of angst and fluff?

A/N: guess who’s back again! It’s me, your shitty writer with an equally shitty oneshot. I have exams that’s why I’ve been writing so less. Forgive me for that. It’s all fluffy, because that’s the only thing I can write. this by far the shortest one I’ve written. I will write something super angsty later. Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, violence and needles.

Word Count: 1392

Originally posted by jessikaort

Peter and you were sat in the lab all alone. having him over was the best, you would talk about everything. It ranged from school to why vampires don’t live underwater. He made you feel like you had someone who cared.

Being tony stark’s daughter you had every luxury you could ask for, but there was always this one missing; a true friend. You found a true friend in him. he was just the perfect boy in every way, he was dorky and adorable, he made you laugh, you never ran out of things to talk about, he was everything you could ever ask for.

  ‘and my equation is balanced.’ You said after writing down the last reaction. Peter took your notebook and scanned it.

‘you’re really good at chemistry you have balanced all the equations right.’ He said running his finger down the scribbled content.

‘thanks.’ You gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back. You leaned back in the chair and sighed. ‘I like science, it fascinates me a lot. I just hate the mugging up part’

‘everyone does.’ He looked at your faced but quickly turned his gaze away as he noticed he was staring. ‘so, um’ he cleared his throat. ‘why are you spending the Friday night studying? You could’ve gone out with anyone. Your friends, Natasha, Wanda…. some guy you liked.’ he mumbled the last word.

‘I don’t really have a crush as such. And I love spending time with you.’ his face brightened when he heard this statement. ‘plus, ya know I’m not very good with da people.’ you waved your hands in the air and he chuckled.

‘I know alright, it took you what? Like 2 weeks to talk to me.’ he said and you shoved him playfully.

‘look who’s talking, peter awkward parker, you always sat in the ‘loner’ section and would always fumble around girls.’ You teased him and he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘peter?’

‘yeah?’ he looked up from his textbook.

‘there’s no one in the tower.’ You said looking in a distance. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted slightly.

‘we both know what that means.’ He said trying to control his laughter and concentrating on the book.

‘seriously?’ you looked at him and he wiggled his brows in response making your face burn a bright shade of red.

  ‘you should’ve told me earlier there wasn’t going to be anyone around, I would’ve come prepared.’ He said casually and you smacked him with a notebook. ‘OW! That hurt’ he pointed a finger at you.

‘you deserved it, bitch.’ You crossed your arms. ‘I still am bored though.’

‘you can sti-‘

‘NO. peter enough.’ You sat up straight.

‘oh, so you can say the filthiest of things but when I say just two sentences all of hell breaks loose? Ah, patriarchy.’ He shook his head and you playfully rolled your eyes. ‘I’m done. What do you wanna do?’ you thought for a while before an idea struck your mind.

‘Pete?’ you asked sweetly and he quirked an eyebrow in suspicion. ‘are you-‘ you moved closer to him.

‘yeah?’ he squinted his eyes a little.

‘are you ticklish!?’ you jumped on him and started tickling him.

‘get off of me!!’ he laughed loudly. ‘(y/n)! Please! I can’t breathe.’ His face turned red from all the laughing but you didn’t stop.

‘aww, little Petey’s ticklish?’ you giggled.

‘that’s it!’ he said and pinned you down. ‘now, (y/n), that was about me, are you ticklish?’ he smiled mischievously and started to tickle you. but you didn’t laugh. ‘what the fuck?’ he furrowed his brows.

‘I don’t know.’

‘here?’ he tickled you in the side of your ribs but your expression remained unchanged.

‘nope, I’m dead down there.’ you said deadpanned.

 ‘come on, everyone has a tickle spot!’ he continued his efforts to no avail.

‘peter, dad wouldn’t like it when he sees this footage of you trying to find my “tickle spot”.’ You made quotation marks in the air.

‘holy-‘ he got off you and helped you stand up.

‘he’ll kill me.’ ‘mhm. He’s a little over protective sometimes but he’s the best.’ You smiled. ‘you want something to eat?’ you asked and he nodded. ‘I’ll be back in a sec.’

You were making your way to the kitchen humming and smiling. You had the most fun with peter, you weren’t your shy self around him, you were yourself with him. You were so happy you had someone like peter around.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw an image move from the corner of your eye. You looked in its direction but couldn’t find anyone there. You shrugged and carried on walking before you were caught in a tight grip. You tried to call out but a hand covered your mouth.

‘hello, darling. Sorry to interrupt your study date but you see, your asshole dad shouldn’t have messed with us.’ a gravelly voice of a man whispered in your ear. You struggled and got his hand of your mouth.

‘don’t you dare speak about my father that way! Jarv-‘ you couldn’t speak more for he slapped a piece of tape across your mouth and tightened his grip into a bone crushing one, he was too strong. Tear welled up in your eyes because of the pain and he let out a breathy chuckle.

‘and what’s he going to do? he is nothing without that suit of his. And you are his weakness, see I’m not going to do much,’ he said and you felt a cold needle scrape near your neck. A panic quickly set in and you tried wriggling out of his grip. ‘I’ll just sedate you, and when I get you , we’ll get you all nicely prepared for your daddy to see. Okay?’ he said and you felt the needle enter your skin and maybe a drop or two enter you vein; but that was all you felt. the man was gone with a gust of wind.

You quickly turned around to find the man unconscious and pinned to the wall with webbings.

Spiderman?’ you furrowed your brows and thought. But it wasn’t him you found when you looked around but it wasn’t the red masked hero you found, it was peter.

‘you touch her, and I’ll kill you!’ peter growled. You didn’t know what to think, everything happened too suddenly. He kneeled beside you, you didn’t realise you were sitting on the floor. You wiped the tears with the back of your hand violently. He grabbed your hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

 ‘hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you hurt?’ he asked as he rubbed your arms.

‘I-I don’t know what to think!’ you managed to say. ‘you- you are Spiderman! An assassin broke into the most well-guarded facility and-‘ you couldn’t continue as you winced and gripped your rib.

‘shh… come with me.’ he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your room. you didn’t know what to do you were in pain, trauma and not to forget peter’s arms. He kicked the door open and laid you on your bed.

 ‘yes, I am Spiderman.’ He said and sat beside you. ‘And no I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t risk your life. You mean too much, I-I just couldn’t. Mr. Stark knows and we agreed to keep it a secret. I just couldn’t lose you. i-‘ you didn’t let him continue and captured his lips with yours. he kissed back immediately but then drew back. ‘look you don’t have to do this because I saved your life and stuff-‘ he blurted out with a pink smudge.

‘shut up.’ you said and pulled him back. You kissed him lovingly and sweetly, letting him know the affection you had for him and how glad you were to have him. you both pulled back for air and had equally red faces.

‘that was the best kiss I ever had.’ He breathed and you let out a chuckle. ‘soooo… does this mean you like me?’

‘no, I kiss every guy this way.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘didn’t you know?’ you crossed your arms.

‘so go out with me? um, tomorrow?’ he asked and you smiled.

‘I would love to.’ You snuggled in his arm and looked up at him.

‘great.’ He grinned and kissed your cheek before leaning against your headboard.

CYOSTODA pt. 6: Dean Picks Truth

Characters: Dean, Sam, OFC Leah, and reader

Word Count: 6600-ish (I’m not even sorry this time)

Warnings: SMUT, voyeurism, f/f stuff, oral sex, sex - it’s porn

A/N: Okay, so if you’re following along, you should know that this is the part where all the sex happens. This is the conclusion for this particular thread of the story. So much love to our captain @littlegreenplasticsoldier for making this happen and for her patience while I had stuff going on. Also, love for @kayteonline and @saenalife for beta’ing and keeping me going when I hit the smut wall. What a crew to be a part of. Hope you enjoy!!

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Originally posted by deeceetrash

From part 5:

Although you would have loved to keep going, you didn’t think the game was quite done yet. There was no doubt in your mind that you had won this round, so you pulled away with a lingering kiss to the tip of his thumb and looked up at Dean with a tantalizing smile.

“So… truth or dare?”


His eyes focus on your lips for another few seconds, slick and shiny and hanging open a little. When he finally looks you in the eyes, he still wears a glazed-over expression.

“Dean?” you gently prompt, unsure that he’d actually heard you the first time. You start to reach for him, ready to shake him if need be, but with a clench on his jaw he seems to snap himself out of it. Staring you down intensely, he answers without a flinch.

“Truth.”

Your eyes remain locked with his, both of you unwilling to break the moment. He’s finally giving you the look, it’s more hungry and needy than you expected, but still exciting. Though he’s still kneeling above you, you’ve got the upper hand, holding his stare with a fierce look of your own; one you’d never tossed his way before, never really had the opportunity, but there’s no reason to back down now.

You close your mouth to swallow, still tasting him on your tongue, before asking, “Have you ever thought of doing anything like that to me before?” You dart your eyes between his, anxious for the honest truth.

He pauses, breathing deeply through his nose as he clenches his jaw, eyes narrowed slightly as he tries to pull back control.

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Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Kiseok propped the bottle full of formula against his chest as his baby girl drank from it. He was entranced by the way her eyelashes fluttered as she fought between staying awake to eat and falling asleep. He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried taking a picture of the activity. 

It was his natural reaction to document every cute moment of hers. Sometimes she would be crying and he would record it because he found it cute how her bottom lip trembled. “Hasol don’t ever grow up.”

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