i know he needs bigger eyes

The Fall

“You’ve been picking my voice to dance to

You said my money no good in here

Even though I didn’t ask you”

I see you asked the DJ to play my song for you as you grind and slide up and down that but when you saw me walk in, you acted like you didn’t know who I was, like your were bigger than me. But if you haven’t noticed, I’ve had my eye on every other girl in here besides you, so don’t flatter yourself. 

“And it’s the most you’ve worked

Even though I probably don’t deserve this girl

But you been dreaming for this moment so you have to”

You’ve never worked so hard in your life. Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful, and he last thing a nigga like me needs is a goddess dancing butt ass naked in my face, but you’ve idolized me for so long, how can you resist?

“Baby, it’s OK

I got show money baby

I wanna show you how I blow money baby

I wanna show you how I throw money baby

I’m a kid, so it’s hard for me to hold money, baby”

I got money to blow, baby girl. Now watch how easily I can splurg it all on you without so much as a second thought. You know you’re worth it baby girl. 

“'Cause I’m a star, don’t get it twisted
Got some trappers in my car
What kind of caps I got the brownest of them all
Somebody pop ‘em before we pop 'em all, before we pop 'em all”

Im blowing up now. Don’t be misinformed. I got my niggas on stand by and they stay with the purest, the rawest, that dope shit. it’ll guarantee you’ll be out of your mind. If you don’t take them all, we will.


“Saying this ain’t nothing, but it’s all I need
And the peak ain’t reached but the peak is all I feel
And it feels so good

it feels so good

it feels so good

it feels so good

I ain’t scared of the fall

I ain’t scared of the fall

I ain’t scared of the fall

I ain’t scared of the fall

I’ve felt the ground before

I’ve felt the ground before

I’ve felt the ground before

I’ve felt the ground before

I ain’t scared of the fall”

It’s not much, but it’ll do for now. I can feel myself getting lifted, faded, and I don’t want it to stop. When I finally crash, I’ll feel a once familiar feeling. You may not have experienced it but I know it all too well. 



I understand why you’re mad
And it hurts to accept what I am
And how I live and what I do
But I’ve been good since Thursday
Yes I’ve been good since Thursday”

Dear mother, I know it breaks your heart to see me like this; this wild, uncontrollable, unhealthy lifestyle that I’ve been living must make you question me, and maybe even yourself from time to time, but I promise you, I’ll be ok. I haven’t felt this good since the last time I was like this.

“So you can watch my love vanish
In a girl with no talent
'Bout to make mula vanish
Call her friend for my friend
And friend’s name’s Lexus”

Watch me as I make my love for lust disappear inside the body of this girl who’s only good at going so. I’m blowing all my money on her, and she brings her girl up for my nigga and we all have a good time.

“I let my niggass test it
Her morals worth a cent
And best believe I already spent it”

My niggas have a taste of her. She isn’t worth must; she isn’t important; she isn’t valuable; she isn’t for the long run; she worth our time alone, and we don’t have much of it to waste. She w=does what she’s good at, and that’s being down on her knees for us.

“My blunt full of B-C
My cup full of Texas
Flown on that O-V-O jet, yeah I said it”

I have a blunt full of Canadian bud and a cup full of hardcore spike. I’m flying on my jet that my brother owns for fun.

“I was born to be reckless
Was forced to make records
So you don’t gotta ask who’s next, who’s next”

I was born into a world where I can act how I please, then pushed into the limelight for my careless ways, that should have left me dead. I’m the biggest come up the world has ever seen and will soon never forget. If you had to stop and ask yourself who the next one will be to become legend, look no further, you’ve found me…

“Saying this ain’t nothing, but it’s all I need
And the peak ain’t reached but the peek is all I feel
And it feels so good
It feels so good
It feels so good
It feels so good

I ain’t scared of the fall
I ain’t scared of the fall
I ain’t scared of the fall
I’ve felt the ground before
I’ve felt the ground before
I’ve felt the ground before

And I ain’t scared of the fall

X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O”


For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x

“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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It’s a Buck Girl Thing (1/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)

Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Personally I’m loving the idea of having a crush on Steve but being in Bucky’s body - surely this will account for enough awkward moments between the two pals?

Warnings: Swearing. Bucky’s ‘D’

Originally posted by sebstian-stan

‘Does he have no shame? Look at him!’ You sighed as you stretched on the mat in the corner of the gym.

You were pining after a certain serum-enhanced blonde. There he was, wearing a tight white t-shirt, so tight in fact there was no point in wearing it whatsoever. You could see every tiny ripple of his muscles, even his bulging veins, growing only more prominent with every lift of the weights.

He had the decency of wearing sweatpants but they hung so low, accentuating the V-shape of his body. On top of this it looked like he wore no underwear underneath as there was no visible outline.

Okay, you were staring.

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i’m not faking

12. We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

(I imagine this as happening toward the end of my fake-dating AU that I haven’t written yet, hahaha.)


The word falls from Bitty’s lips, and Jack stares at him, dumbfounded.

“Enough, Jack,” Bitty says, looking at him with eyes full of tears. Damn it, Jack can’t deal with that, with tears from Bitty of all people. Bitty’s been the strong one, this whole time. He’s carried on this whole charade marvelously, been there for Jack when Jack just wanted to abandon the ruse, convinced him that it was worth it to be a little bit fake in order to be completely true.

“Enough?” Jack echoes. God, how he wants – aches – to cross the room and drag his thumbs across Bitty’s cheeks, chase the tears down, banish them. He aches, more than ever, to close the space between their bodies and kiss Bitty. Not the fake, just-for-show kisses they’ve gotten so used to, but a real kiss, one that’s just for them.

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Worth The Risk {Part 12}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 13 / Part 14 - Coming Soon!

Word Count: 2041
Warnings: angst? not really in this chapter though ;)

A/N: Managed to whip this up despite the flood of papers and finals! Also shoutout to @melconnor2007 for helping me with some awkward phrasing lmao

Originally posted by ghostwritingforyou

You sat curled up in the large armchair in the corner of your room, legs draped over the side and a mug of cold tea balanced haphazardly on the windowsill beside you.

The weather had been getting better recently and with the sun finally out (but the cold still present) you had decided to spend your morning laying in the sunshine with one of your favourite books. Hours went by without your noticing, much too absorbed in your book and the new CD Sam had bought you playing in the background to care.

But by noon, your stomach was rumbling and so you stood, making your way over to your dresser and pulling out a cliff bar. Tony had scolded you many times before for keeping food in your room but you honestly couldn’t care less; sometimes it was just too much of a hassle to leave in search of food.

Letting yourself fall back into your seat, you opened your snack and watched the clouds go by. You were zoning out again which wasn’t hard to do in this weather and the comfort of your room.

A few minutes later though a knock on the door distracted you and, throwing the now empty wrapper in the trash, you walked over to let Sam in.

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A cute little fic where Baz gets a haircut and Simon just can’t hold his tongue anymore.


My hand automatically flies to my side to summon my sword when I open my bedroom door and see someone I don’t recognize.

His back is facing me, and when he hears me come in he whips around. “Woah there, Snow, no need for the sword.”

My eyes grow wide and my jaw drops. It’s Baz. Except he’s cut his long black locks short, that’s why I didn’t recognize him. I’m speechless. He was attractive before but now he’s..I don’t even have words for it.

Beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect.

“Close your mouth before flies get in there, Snow.” His hands move up to tug at his newly short hair and I can’t stop staring. His eyes look bigger without hair falling in them and I never noticed before but his eyebrows are bloody perfect.

“You-You,” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say but whatever it is won’t come out anyway. “Yes?” He questions with a cock of one of his perfect eyebrows. “You cut your hair.” I manage to spurt out.

He smirks. Dear Merlin, he looks good. “Very observant aren’t you?” He says in a sarcastic tone. He walks from where he was standing in front of the wardrobe to sit on his bed. I go to sit on my own.

“When did you decide to do that?” I’m still staring at him. I cannot believe how good he looks, he’s got his short locks pushed up into a quiff. “Just today.” He touches his hair again self-consciously. This is a side of Baz I’ve never seen, he seems nervous.

I want so badly to tell him that it looks good but I don’t want it to come out the wrong way, so instead I just keep my mouth shut.

We’re just sitting on our beds staring at each other for what seems like an eternity. Baz scratches the back of his head and breaks our eye contact. “Well, I better get going, see you later Snow.”

He gets up and begins walking toward the door. I can’t let him leave without telling him, it’ll eat me alive. “Baz, wait.” He stops in front of the door and turns around with a curious look on his face. I don’t like how far away I am from him, so I get up and walk toward him.

“It looks good.” I say, shoving my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach up and touch his hair. He gives me a confused look. “Your hair, your hair looks good.” I pull a hand out of my pocket and point stupidly at his head.

He gives me a look and I can’t describe, it’s something between longing and hurt. And Merlin and Morgana, when a slight blush begins to form on the tops of his cheeks, I almost lose it.

“Thanks Snow, I have to go.” He turns but I don’t want him to leave. I reach out and grab his wrist. “Stay.” I whisper. I don’t know what exactly I mean by it, all I know is that I don’t want him to leave, not now.

He doesn’t turn around, just stands there with my fingers wrapped around his wrist. Suddenly I feel ridiculous and take my hand away.

“What do you want Snow?” He turns around and I realize his eyes are the color of the sky on a stormy day. “Nothing, I don’t want anything, I just-” I stop myself, I’ve never been good with words and right now is no exception.

“You what?” He grabs the wrist that I was holding and begins rubbing it, like I hurt him. I don’t ever want to hurt him. “I-” I start again, and fail again. “Spit it out, Snow.”

“I like looking at you.” I don’t want to see the look of disgust he’s about to give me so I look at the floor. For a while all I hear from him is shallow breathing.

“Simon.” He breathes rather than says. It sends shivers through my whole body, he’s never called me Simon before. “Yea?” I reply, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Look at me.” he says quietly, it makes my heart fall to my feet. But I don’t want to, can’t, look at him. I can’t be looking into his eyes when he spits his venomous rejecting words at me. “No.” I say simply. The way I say it reminds me of a child on the verge of crying.

“Fine, I’ll just have to make you.” He says before taking my face in both his hands and kissing me so hard I forget who I am for a second. I never realized it before this moment, but I’ve wanted this for a long time. I wrap my arms around his middle and bring him closer.

He slowly leans out of the kiss, leans in close to my ear and whispers “I like looking at you too.”


Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean underestimates your fighting skills.

Warnings: Brief cursing and sparring.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this cute little idea I had :)

Originally posted by thoughtsduringsupernatural

“But Sam…” Dean groans, sticking out his bottom lip.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No buts. Our hand to hand combat is rusty and we need to practice.”

“Can I watch?” Your soft, timid voice appears from the doorway. You’re a hunter, but you prefer to stick your head in countless books than get your hands dirty.

“Sure. You can watch me kick Sammy’s ass”, Dean boasts, flexing his arm muscles. You giggle as Sam’s expression turns into annoyance.

The two brothers square off, hands raised in position. You know Sam has an advantage- he’s taller, bigger, and more fit. But, Dean is clever and fast. It’s a pretty even match.

Dean, being as cocky as he is, charges first, trying to knock his younger brother on his back. Sam seems to predict this, and moves out of the way, causing Dean to stumble. After what seems like hours, Dean has Sam pinned underneath him.

Dean’s eyes proudly meet yours, giving you his signature wink.

Grumbling, Sam pushes his brother off of him. Dean hits the floor with an ‘oomf!’ and you can’t help but laugh. Dean stands up and brushes himself off before teasing Sam on his loss.

In the midst of taunting his brother, Dean almost doesn’t hear your soft voice.

“Can I try next?”

Both Sam and Dean look at you in disbelief. You’re over a foot shorter than either of the brothers and not muscularly built like them. Besides, you don’t ever take cases, and they take cases almost regularly.

Dean walks over to you, easily towering over you. “Alright, pipsqueak”, you narrow your eyes when he mentions the nickname, “who do you want to take on?”

“You.” Your answer seems to surprise him, after all, he did just beat Sam. 

“Well alright sweetheart.” Dean allows you to get in position, a cocky smile on his lips. This will be a piece of cake (or pie, in Dean’s terms).

Sam signals you two to begin. Of course, Dean tries to use his much larger body and weight against you, and immediately charges you. You quickly duck and move out of the way, chuckling as Dean almost runs into a wall. 

Anger fills Dean’s veins as he tries to land a punch on your jaw, but you simply dodge the hit. With Dean distracted, you land an uppercut on his lower jaw, crumpling him to the ground. You pin your weight against him, making sure to hold his arms and legs still. 

“Looks like you lost, Deano.” Teasingly, you place a soft kiss where a bruise was forming from your hit before standing up, ignoring Sam’s open mouth stare as you walk out. 

Sam looks over to Dean with wide eyes. He’s sitting up now, gently rubbing his swollen jaw with an awe stricken and admiring look in his eyes. 

“Damn”, is all he can whisper out, feeling the mark tingle (and he knows its not just from the punch).

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{ Requested by @dkbksbcobk: I was wonder if you could make a Spencer Reid imagine where the reader is pregnant and her breasts are getting bigger and the reader randomly makes Spencer feel how big they’ve gotten and Spencer gets all flustered while rambling on about how it’s her breast milk (Hope your feeling better) }

(Okay, first of all - you sweetheart. I’m feeling a bit better now, thank you! x And of course! I decided to have Spence and the reader not in a relationship cause I like to make things awkward, lol x)


Show: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x pregnant!Reader
Warnings: pregnancy


Looking over the case file on your break, you groaned in pain. Ever since your fourth month of pregnancy, your breasts had become a lot more sensitive. A lot bigger too.

Spencer looked up from beside you, concern written on his face. “(Y/N), you okay?”

You glanced at the profiler. “Yeah, my chest just kinda hurts but then again, what’s new?” You smiled at him.

You were grateful to Spencer. Your partner had left you once they found out you were expecting which had left you in dismay. Spence, being the sweet person that he was however, stepped up to the plate to help take care of you. He would buy you whatever you needed, go to scans with you and even moved into your apartment so that he would be there to drive you to the hospital if need be.

You two had been labelled the “non lovers” by Rossi, however Morgan and JJ liked to tease you about less platonic feelings. You just shrugged it off. Yes, Spencer was attractive but you had bigger things to worry about.

Speaking of bigger…

“My breasts have gotten bigger too. I could get used to this.” You joked. You had always been what you deemed flat chested. “Feel them. It’s actually kind of cool.”

Spencer’s mouth opened and closed as he tripped over his words. “ I-I couldn’t possibly…”

You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. “No need to be shy, Spence. They’re just breasts. Here.”

You placed his hand on your left breast. His hand lay motionless, afraid to move before it started to squeeze gently.

“See? Cool, huh?”

Spencer swallowed, nodding his head. “You know, women’s breasts start to get bigger around the six to eight week mark and continue to grow throughout pregnancy. And around the third month, your breasts start producing colostrum which is the milk your baby will get when he starts nursing..”

You grinned fondly at your friend. “I’m lucky to have you, you know.”

“Why’s that?”

You shrugged. “You’ve been such a great help to me, I was scared to go through this alone. You’re just… You.”

Spencer’s face flushed even more.“ I’m sure you wouldn’t have been alone. T-The team would have-”



“Take the compliment.”

Spencer let put a chuckle. “Thank you. It’s no problem at all.”

You both sat there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Any leads - Why are you groping (Y/N)’s boob?”


In my parents' house

“Harry, no!” You keep pushing him away.

You need to rest because today you two had a dinner with your parents and you’re exhausted but he’s in a mood for a little fun. All day he was acting playfully - grabbing your ass in the kitchen while your parents weren’t in the room, talking dirty in your ear, putting his hand under your panties under the table…

No matter how much you told him to stop and that you need to sleep, he just kept annoying you.

“Come on, love, i need yeh.”

“Shut up, Harry, i need to rest.”

“C'mere.” He pulls you even closer to his chest and start kissing all over your face.

“It’s so hot in here, get off of me.”

“Yeah, i know i’m hot. And i also know that you need me too. You’re just acting stubbornly right now.”

“Maybe because we’re in my parents’ house and i don’t want them to catch us. And why are you completely naked?” You start to get really annoyed because you barely keep your eyes open and it’s too hot to breath in this room.

“We’ll be quite, i promise.” He makes a puppy face. “And i always sleep like this.”

“But we’re in my parents’ house, Harry, you can’t sleep naked. What if they come to visit us in the morning and find you with no clothes?”

“Babe, i need yeh.” He starts again with his tirade.

“I’ll go to sleep on the couch in the living room, i’m telling you.”

“Okay then, i’ll stop.” He says conciliatory and lets you of his death grip on you, turning to the other side of the bed.

You finally can rest so you turn to the opposite side and close your eyes. You’re just about to fall asleep when you feel a warm hand massaging your boobs and his lips kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll scream.” You worn him.

“What a threat.”

You can almost imagine him rolling his eyes. You turn to face him and now he’s on top of you, undressing you. He buries his face in your boobs while he’s grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is.

“You’re sexually harassing me righ now you know, right?” you laugh but you can feel you’re about to lose the game. Your nipples are hard now and the pain between your legs is bigger than the need to sleep.

“Yeah, right. I can see how scared you are.”

He sucks at the skin of your boobs, slightly biting it. His tongue starts licking the spot, discouraging you. Your fingers find their place in his hair and you wrap your legs around his torso.

“Fine.” you say, letting a few moans to escape from your mouth. “But you’re going to take care of us both. I’m too lazy to do anything and i don’t care how that speaks about me.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a cocky smile and kisses you.

Before you can say something witty to him, he rips your underwear apart and licks you.

“God!” You cry, not able to control yourself.

“Shht, babe, we don’t want you to wake up your parents. I want to scream too because your juices are so tasty but shht…”

“I hate you so much.” You whisper as he sucks at your clit.

“I love you too.” He smiles and reach out his hand to squeeze your boob.

Your hands are tugging on his hair, making him moan. The combination of his warm hands and his cold rings is breathtaking and the hotness in the room and Harry’s magic are too much for you.

“H-Harry” your voice is weak. “Stop for a moment, the sensation is too much.”

“Do you want a kiss?” He asks in a satisfaction.

“But your mouth was just on my-”

Before you can stop him, he interrupts you, grabbing both of your hands in his and kissing you. He asks for a permission and you find yourself too weak to disobey him.

“How does it taste?” He asks before kissing you once again, this time for a little longer.

“Sweet.” You murmur, still mad at him.

“And what ‘bout yeh tastin’ somethin’ different?”

“But you promised that you’ll take care.”

“I know, babe, but-”

“Lay down.”

You can’t resist. He’s too tempting with that smurk on his face and with his brushy hair. The moment his back hit the bed, you sit on top of him, grinding against his crotch and making a path of kisses from his neck to his V-line.


“Shht.” You mock him and lick his length.

When you two first started doing stuff deep-throating seemed like a painful and unnecessary thing to you but now you both love it. Just listening to his moans and feeling how weak he’s under you makes you want to take more and more in your mouth.

“I’m gonna-”

You keep massaging his balls, going down on his dick one more time before he cums in your mouth. You swallow not because he tells you that you’re a good girl like in the porn movies but because you love the way his eyes get wider and his lips get separated.

“I’ll probably regret my lack of sleep in the morning but i need to cum.”

“C'mon, let’s finish what we got into.”

“What you got us into.” You correct him, still smiling.

“Shut up and ride me.”

His hands catch yours and pull you up. You clench his thighs and he slides in you. You can see what a mess he is from his last orgasm but you can also see how he’s trying to pull himself together so he can make you feel as good as you made him, if not even better.

“Kiss me, kiss me!” You beg him, afraid of losing control of your voice.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He almost screams.

His hands move from the sheets to your thighs, guiding you, as he starts sucking and biting every little spot of the skin on your boobs to every little spot of the skin on your jaw.

“No, kiss m-”

Before he even can reach your lips the door cracks open and your parents enter the room. The panic overtakes you both and you two become a mess of sheets, moans and attempts to hide your bodies. You can’t even think for an orgasm when your parents are looking at both of you with wide eyes with that disappointed look in them.

But when they leave you and Harry falls asleep you start thinking a plan how to get it back on him in the morning.

Jungkook: You Little— (S)

Summary: In which a very horny and needy Jungkook interrupts your studying, and satisfying him is the only way to get your peace—or so you think.

Word count: 1,755.

Genres: Smut and fluff.

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader.

Warnings: Just smut. Pure smut. Beware.

Originally posted by jeony

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Meant to Be - Part Six: Okay

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses @theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr

Word Count: 2832

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, verbal abuse

Dedicated to: @hammytrashy for bEGGING me to update (great motivation!) and @sovroski who is apparently going to draw me some art!! yay!!

A/N: I may have cried while writing this… have fun! <3

PS not sure how well this is edited… if you notice any mistakes let me know!

“Thomas –” Alex began, standing up and holding his hands out defensively.

“Are you…?” Thomas trailed off, the fire behind his eyes dying and hurt replacing it. “You and John?”

Looking into his soulmate’s eyes, Alex felt his heart shatter. His eyes filled up with tears as he was flooded with emotion. Anger, sorrow, regret, and pain all came bubbling up, and he buried his face in his hands.

“Alex?” John’s soft voice broke the silence, and Alex turned around to look at the injured boy, his heart breaking again. He felt a touch on his shoulder and whipped his head back to see Thomas looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice, his tired eyes full of worry for his soulmate.

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Fic: Only The Beginning

Title: Only The Beginning
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the immediate aftermath of the final battle, Belle and Rumpelstiltskin begin their happily ever after. Featuring a nursery, reunion sex, and the return of Belle’s wedding ring.

A/N: So this is basically all of my post-finale Rumbelle feelings summed up in a 9,000 word fic. I still can’t believe Rumbelle got their baby back, and a happy ending!

[On AO3]

The walk back from the mines is quiet.

Rumple has already explained what happened while she was nursing her ankle, the confrontation with his darker self that – even if she had been capable – Belle would have known he had to fight alone. It came out in a rush, disbelieving and shaking as they held their son together for the first time. He told her everything, and she is proud of him, prouder than she has words to express. He had fought the darkness, rejected it, and won. He had felt the shift: his darkness, the thick black magic in his veins, had turned to light. She had been right all along, and he is sorry, so sorry, for having doubted her.

The baby in the basket in Belle’s arms, their precious boy restored to them whole and innocent, is proof enough of Rumpelstiltskin’s victory. Belle tells him so, again and again, and he almost looks as if he believes this might be real after all.

But as they leave the mines, they lapse into silence.

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A Different Perspective: Part II

Part 1  A week later…..

I found Lucien on the steps of the house of wind. “What are you doing?

“I’m trying to figure out which ward or spell stops me from being able to winnow into this blasted palace.”

I almost chuckled, the last flight had not gone well for my friends. Cassian had decided to have a little fun with Lucien and dropped them into a freefall. When Lucien tightened his grip around Cassian he brushed up against a wing. What neither of them expected was the more intimate physical reaction an Illyrian has when their wings are touched. Two days later and neither one of them can look the other in the face. “And here I thought you enjoyed being flown by Cassian.”

Lucien drawled, “Oh yes, it has been my life’s ambition to be flown bridal style on a daily basis. My mother would be so proud.”

I chuckled, “Mind if I help? I’m getting a little tired myself of crash landing on the balcony.”

There were hundreds of glamour’s, wards and spells on this palace in the sky, all interwoven. At Hybern, I just burned through all of them, I was finding it was much harder to pick out a single weave. Part of me wondered if I should ask Helion for private lessons.

“Have you always been able to see wards and spells?  Or is that an added enhancement of your eye?”

Lucien paused at my question, “At some level I have always been able to sense spells, wards, and glamour. Breaking them on the other hand has been difficult. The first time I broke a spell was that day in Hybern. I used my fire to burn through the spell holding me.”

Part truth and part lie. I was tired of keeping this secret from my friend. Here alone seemed like the best place to let him know. “Not the sun?”

Lucien looked at me, I could not tell if he was shocked or constipated. “How did you know?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I used Helion’s power to burn through Hybern’s snarl of wards, not Beron’s.”

I returned to my work analyzing the snarl of magic around us. I knew my friend needed a moment to piece together what I was implying. 

“Feyre, wha- what does Helion’s power feel like?”

“It depends. Like the sun, it can be warming or wrathful, cold. When I’m especially happy, I feel warmth and I glow.” I released my glamour, though not as bright as it is during an especially blissful or happy moment, since the war ended there has always been a slight glow to my skin. “When I’m vengeful, I’m not sure if it is Kallias’s power or Helion’s power, but I feel a cold wrath.”

A sadness fell upon Lucien. I raised a brow to my friend. “When I was young, maybe twelve or thirteen, my mother and I were in her private gardens with Eris. I loved those private moments with my mother, she seemed to come alive. She said something that made me happy and I felt this warmth in me. My powers were just beginning to manifest and I was confused by the shock on her and Eris’s faces. That was until I looked at my hands and found them to be glowing. I never really thought about it or what it meant. My mother spent every day after that teaching me to conceal my powers. She always told me that they could be used against me.”

I didn’t know what to say, ‘I’m sorry’ seemed too generic, so I let silence reign supreme.

“Does he know?”

I nodded, “Yes, he figured it out last week.”

Lucien chuckled, “So that is why he was quieter than normal, and not a single offer to bed anyone.”

He shook his head, “How long as the infamous Feyre Cursebreaker known?”

“You’re taking this exceedingly well, even for a fox like yourself.” I smiled at my friend, we had been through so much together, “I’ve known since the High Lord meeting, Helion visited our suite-” 

Lucien’s eyes were the size of saucers, “not like that, we were planning a war with an ally. Helion was talking about what your mother went through during the war and I slowly came to the realization that he was your father. You have the same nose, smile, even your laughs are the same.”

I placed a hand on his shoulder. I knew that this was a bigger deal to him then he was letting me see.

“Just let me know what you need, if you want to blissfully ignore it for the rest of your life, if you want me to go with you, or if you just want to invite Helion to dinner. Actually dinner maybe a good idea, I think we need his help figuring out which spell inhibits us from winnowing in.”

“Let’s invite him to dinner next week and let’s not tell him that I know. I think we should have a little fun with it.”

I could not help but laugh, “You are most definitely Helion’s son.”

*Taken* Newt x reader

◘ irlus asked:

Female reader is Newt’s pregnant fiancee (3 months). There is an incident downtown (the one you want) involving Grindellwald and she is in danger. When he and Kowalski go to rescue her he sees she’s been taken. He ends on his knees crying in frustration.

“You need to stay here, Y/N.”

“But Newt-”

“Please, Y/N… just please do this for me, okay?”

“But I can help!”

“I know you can…”

Leaning in, Newt placed his forehead against yours. Putting one arm to your waist and the other to your stomach, he closed his eyes as he envisioned the day he’d finally get to meet his soon to be child.

Opening his eyes, he looked down to see your hand on top his, your engagement ring shining in the light from the nearby lamp.

“I need you to be safe. Both of you.”

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Strung Out (Woozi/Jihoon and Hoshi/Soonyoung Threesome Smut)

Summary: When someone can’t touch you, they can’t have any effect on you. Right? Jihoon is sitting in a desk chair an ocean away; but somehow he has you melted, right in the palm of his hand. Probably because he has your boyfriend Soonyoung catering to his ever beckoned whim. Smut.

(A/N: i really, really need to fill more requests. and do it in a more timely manner. so this is the result of me kicking my own ass about that. and i really like how this turned out. i’m quite proud of it. soonhoon is a pairing i don’t often explore - but it’s a pairing i’m really growing to love. i’m a bit upset i couldn’t find a good picture of them with their recent hair to use here. but that’s the one i’m using. so anyway, warnings for this are: mild dom/sub roles, threesome, masturbation, oral, swearing, voyeurism, exhibitionism - all the good stuff. i had a lot of fun writing this, so i hope you have a lot of fun reading. -Tanisha<3) 

When you turned off the shower, you heard voices. Not just the cheerful tone of your boyfriend, Soonyoung, but another. As you wrung out your hair and wrapped yourself in a towel, you tried your best to decipher who it could be.

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Drabble: Snack

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Summary: Went grocery shopping with a diet plan, came out with a coach.

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 1k probs

A/N: This one’s for @whotheeffisbucky Hope this cheers you up. I don’t have much time, so I couldn’t make this as long as I wanted to. Also, I’m not the best when it comes to fluff, so… #ITried

Originally posted by howifeelwhenchrisevans

You looked down at the vegetables resting on your arms for the third time, not so convinced that you actually wanted to change your cardiac clogger diet anymore.

“C’mon, they’re tasty.” You heard her say playfully.

“I’m gonna take a bite.” You warned.

“Wait, what? What the hell (y/n) don’t-” She heard how you munched loudly on the other end of the phone line and rolled her eyes, sighing.

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anonymous asked:

I ❤you and your writing. B + C met during a games night at mutual friends when they got ultra competitive over a game of Monopoly. It's only right that he proposes during a game of Pictionary with the gang. Except Clarke is so focused on trying to win, that the 'subtle' theming of all the clues (i.e. totally obvious films/books etc about love and marriage, especially picked by Bellamy) totally passes her by... Cue much hilarity amongst their friends, and much exasperation/love from Bellamy. ❤

Thanks for the prompt!! I tweaked it a little, firstly because I was going on memory and forgot it was specifically pictionary, and then secondly because the thought of someone proposing to me in public/in front of people genuinely horrifies me and I couldn’t bring myself to write it lmao. Hope you like it anyway!


“So, marriage.”

Bellamy drives off the road, blinking at the TV as Princess Peach zooms across the finish line while his screen is black, Waluigi falling into the abyss.

“Was that intentional?” He asks, finishing the race on autopilot and in twelfth place, as Clarke snuggles into his side and presses her smile into his shoulder.

“It was a conversation I’ve been trying to figure out when to have.”

“And you decided the last three seconds of Rainbow Road was the right time?”

“Two birds, one stone.” She tilts her head and smirks up at him, and he can’t help the way his irritation instantly disappears. She might be ruthlessly competitive, but he’s also like ninety percent sure she wants to marry him, and he can’t find it within himself to be upset about anything when he’s thinking about that. “So what do you think?”

“What do I think about marriage? In general?”

“Sure. And to me, specifically.”

“Is this you proposing?”

“No way,” she snorts. “You know I don’t half-ass anything, ever. If I propose, I’m gonna sweep you off your feet.”

He grins. “Fair point.”


“So–” He shrugs. “I don’t know. Marriage in general has never been a big dream of mine, mostly because I was pretty relieved Mom never married any of the guys in her life. It’s not like– It was still hard for her to leave some of them, but it would have been harder if there were legalities involved.”

Clarke kisses his shoulder again, nuzzling into him a little, and he puts his arm around her. “As a child of divorce, I can attest that the legalities don’t make any of it easier.”

“I guess I didn’t get the appeal of it for a long time.” He pauses. “But ever since we started dating… Well, I get it now.”


He kisses her hair. “Yeah. I want to tell everyone all the time how awesome you are and how awesome our life is together. It’s a lot easier if we do it all at once, with all the people important to us watching. And then everyone else can just take a hint from the rings.”

“Sappy,” she accuses, but he can hear the smile in her voice.

“Plus there are tax advantages and healthcare and stuff.”

“Well if it’s for tax advantages.” She straightens a little, still under his arm, and picks her controller back up.

“Hey.” He pokes her in the side. “You can’t just leave it at that. This is when you’re supposed to tell me what you think.”

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“Hope you enjoyed the show.” Joji

Anon Request: Could you maybe do one where the reader walks in on Joji masturbating?


I freely walked into Joji’s apartment after unlocking it with a spare key and looked around the crowded living room for my phone. Flipping the couch cushions over, I found nothing but crumbs, dust, and coins. I sighed heavily. Where hell did I put it? I spent hours with Joji tonight, just hanging out like we usually do and somehow I managed to misplace my phone. The thing that I’m on the most, I lose. Incredible. I sat on the couch and groaned. It was late and I was tired, and I was sure that Joji was asleep since it was already one thirty in the morning. I didn’t want to wake him with my loud exasperated grunts and helpless groans so I fixed the couch pillows and stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips.

“The kitchen!” I whispered to my self as I had an ‘ah-ha!’ moment. 

The counters, once covered with bottles of alcohol and empty beer cans, was now spotless. I looked under the sink cabinets and in the rest of the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen. I looked at the fridge and told myself I wasn’t going to look like a dumbass and open the fridge and look for my phone knowing it wasn’t in there. I gave up and opened it anyways, scanning the inside of the cold, metal refrigerator. Moving things around as neatly as I possibly could despite being in panic mode, I saw no sight of my phone. I didn’t want to check Joji’s room because I didn’t want to wake him but I just absolutely needed my phone for tomorrow morning. I told myself I would be quiet and that he wouldn’t even realize I was here, taking one step at a time slowly. I creeped halfway down the small hall, the wood creaking once I took my last step before I reached the middle of the hall…but Joji’s room was the last door down and it felt like an eternity just passed by while taking those few steps. I sighed and hung my head low. Pausing for a moment, my ears perked up when I heard a low groan coming from Joji’s room. His door was ajar, and despite the fact the the hall was dark, the thin crack full of light illuminated the wooden floor. Having the thought maybe he was injured in some form, I called out to him in a whisper, “Joj?”

I calmly stepped closer to the door bit by bit, eager to see what was wrong. At first I was scared, not knowing if he was hurt or not feeling well, but my thoughts stopped when I heard my name being called in a breathy groan, “Y/N..” 

He must’ve known I was there so there was no more use in trying to creep around or be sneaky. I let my shoulders drop and I sighed, making my way to the door. With my hand held out to open the door some more, I stopped when a moan filled my ears. I didn’t know what to do. Joji was probably in there getting busy with someone…but why would he say my name? Maybe he was hurt in some way and needed my help. I leaned my face forward, looking through the crack of the door and my lips went dry. My eyes were wide as I saw Joji sitting in bed, his back against the mahogany headboard, with his dick in his hand slightly jerking himself. He was bigger than I’d expected. I wanted to stop watching him, I knew it was an invasion of privacy…but it was too good to look away. 

“Oh, fuck, Y/N.” he let out in a begging tone.

He took full grasp of his length in his hand and his movements became faster. I sensed sexual tension between us at times, and there were moments where I’d catch myself staring at his crotch, imagining how big he was and if he was god in bed. Thinking I wasn’t his type, I’d have to stop myself from thinking things like that. Joji was just a friend of mine, but I wanted more and I couldn’t help but feel he wanted the same..and now I definitely knew he did. Now there I was, watching him relieve himself. I thought nothing of it, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. His hair was a bit longer than usual so it got in his face and didn’t bother moving it out of the way. He threw his head back and moaned louder than the last one’ he leaned against the headboard with his shoulders low, no longer hunched over, fully displaying his thick length as he pumped himself quickly. He let out swears as he panted, one hand on his cock and the other dropping the bed sheets. Joji’s mouth was slightly agape as his moans followed en suite after one another. It made me wet watching him tease himself like he did; the way shut his eyes and tried suppressing his moans to keep from being loud made me drip like a leaking faucet. I bit my lip as he grunted heavily. Joji let out his last set of loud moans as his length twitched in his hands. He came in spurts but continued pumping himself until he was done. Joji sat there minutes after and sighed. I watched him get up and begin to clean himself, I decided to walk quickly to the front door and act like I was never here. I exited the apartment and knocked on the door like how I should’ve in the first place. I heard him call out in a mutter, seconds later the door swung open and Joji was wearing nothing but sweats.

“Hey, Y/N.” he smiled, “What’s up?”

“I think I forgot my phone here.” I said trying not to sound out of breath, so I covered up my tracks by saying, “I ran here…it’s important. I need it for tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah.” he said as he left from his spot near the door and wandered around, he disappeared into the corridor and came back seconds later with my cellular device in his hand, “I, uh, kept it in my room for safe keeping. I was going to drop by your place in the morning and hand it off to you.”

“Thanks.” I smiled taking my phone, “I’ll see you later.”

As I walked a few feet away, I was practically shitting myself since I didn’t hear his door shut. I stopped dead in my tracks when he called out from behind me. I turned around and he said, “Next time you sneak in, you might wanna make sure you don’t drop this.” he smirked as he took my keys out from his pocket. 

He tossed them to me and I mentally face-palmed, I didn’t even hear them fall out.“Hope you enjoyed the show.” he winked with an idiotic smile on his face.

“I did…maybe next time you should invite me.” I answered as I turned around and walked off, making sure I saw him bite his lip.