i want him as a coat

Make Me Forget - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 2,000+ words

Kink(s); Daddy kink, oral sex (receiving), slightly impact play

Originally posted by chattyang

Another day, another thing to stress about. 
School had become a prison for you- there was so much to get done yet so little time to do it all. It was mentally and physically exhausting. 

Stepping into the door of your dorm, your roommate, Amy, was there- sitting at the small dining table with your boyfriend. 
“Babe?” You called out to him, confusion coating your voice as you set your bag down on the counter. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna come for another week or two?” 

As he stood, the tall man made his way over to you; shyly scratching the back of his head before finally throwing his arms around you. Looking down at you, his eyes meeting yours, “I wanted to surprise you, but when I got here Amy said you were still cramming in the library.” 

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I’m all for fantasy stories where supernatural characters protect their human friends, but does anyone else want some stories where the humans are the ones who are looking after their supernatural friends?


  • A human girl exchanging her silver engagement ring for a cheaper one after she realises why her werewolf friend has been refusing to high five her.
  • A group of humans throwing coats over their vampire friend because he forgot it was the Summer solstice and was caught out by the sunrise. Those same friends coming to visit him when he wakes up in the late afternoon, bringing him blood from the butcher’s and putting up with his whining about the nights being shorter.
  • A human hearing that someone stole their selkie friends pelt and coming over to her new “husband"s house immediately and threatening to punch his lights out unless he tells them where it is.
  • Humans petitioning the counsel to build a wooden climbing frame in the local playground because the old one has iron parts and their fairy friend’s kids can’t use it without burning themselves.


I’ll post more if I can come up with any.

Red

I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry

Red.

It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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i cant believe the lego batman movie cured my depression

Von (Hope)

Þar sem gróir þar er von.
Allt sem græðir geymir von.

Listen to [x] while reading.

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On the night of May 2nd 1998, Draco Malfoy lays awake on his bed.

It’s over. He’s dead. It’s over.” His mind chants. But is it?

A dark, hooded figure that hadn’t been there a second before stands on the edge of his bed, Malfoy starts. He grasps for his wand before realizing he hasn’t got one. The hooded figure chuckles, voice acidic and cold.

“You cheated me.” It says, Draco is frozen in place, searching his brain for whoever this might be. It can’t be the Dark Lord. He’s dead. Draco saw him die today. It can’t be.

“I’m Death.” It answers the question he hadn’t voiced, the knowledge brings a sense of Deja Vu, but he can’t quite place it “and no, I’m not here to take you with me.” he fails to conceal his disappointment. The room feels colder than it had.

“You were meant to die today, in the fire, but you didn’t.” The hairs on his body stand on edge at the mention of it. He’s shaking before he realizes it.

It had been so hot, he’d been gripping Potter’s waist like a lifeline, the fire licking at the hems of his pants, his screams drowned by the roar of the flames, Crabbe falling down and being consumed by them like he was nothing. He thought he’d die. He wishes he had.

“It was written on the stars, Draco Malfoy. However did you cheat the heavenly bodies?” It drawls out impatiently, he doesn’t know the answer. Is he supposed to?

“For this, however.” Death says, swishing it’s cloak, bony hands showing “I owe you a wish. Any wish at all.”

Draco’s eyes widen and his heart picks up speed in his chest. Any wish at all.

He suddenly remembers hearing a similar story to this one. Every bone in his body advices him not to accept, for Death could only be cunning and deceitful, not giving and generous.

Or perhaps Life was the first two and Death’s sweet release was the last. Perhaps life had been the cruel one all along. He dreams of a world where he doesn’t have to feel all of this, where the guilt doesn’t eat him alive, where he never takes the Dark Mark, where war doesn’t kill hundreds, where he’s happy.

He realizes that even if Death is fooling him, he doesn’t mind the likely outcome.

“I want a time turner” he says firmly “One capable of going back to 1991.” If Death is surprised, it doesn’t show it, it moves it’s hands in a swish and a time turner appears between them. It floats until it settles on Draco’s hand.

“Act wisely, Malfoy boy. For I can only grant you one wish.” It says, the ghost of a smile behind the dark hood. Then disappears.

Draco clutches the object and adjusts the time. He wonders if he’s in a dream, if it’ll work. Maybe he’s already dead and doesn’t know it, he doesn’t mind much. 

Doesn’t care to find out.

He closes his eyes and is launched into the paradox of time and space. He sees a colorless void and falls falls falls. His body small and insignificant in the never-ending space. Just when he’s starting to become fond of the quiet nothing and the soothing air touching his face, his stomach twists and he appears in a room that he knows too well. High ceilings and cool toned ancient furnitures. No feeling of home or coziness despite belonging to a child.

His childhood bedroom. If one could call it that.

He looks at the clock with a sharp twist and beneath the time, it reveals the date.

July 31st of 1991.

He almost can’t believe he has succeeded, but can’t dwell on his fear and excitement too long, for a small boy whom he knows too well and not at all stands at the foot of his bed, staring at him in horror. It’s a shock, seeing himself so full of life in the innocence of a child who doesn’t know what the future entails. A child with eager eyes and a prideful chest. Malfoy realizes he’s a ghost of what this child is.

“Who are you?” The small one shrieks. Draco presses a finger to his lips, shushing him. He’s grateful that the Manor is big enough for them not to be heard.

“I’m you. From the future.” young Draco flinches back and is about to start shouting again, before he seems to take in Draco’s features and connects them to an older version of himself. His eyes widen and Draco can see himself panic and glance around frantically, although also subtly, for an escape.

Slytherins. He thinks fondly.

“That’s not possible. Why-how are you here?” He demands.

“I have a story to tell you. But the first thing you need to know.” He swallows a lump in his throat “is that today you will be meeting a boy as you get fitted for your Hogwarts robes. I want you to change what you will say to him, for it’ll change how he sees you. It is extremely important that you do so.”

“Why? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” young Draco looks even more confused, of course he is.

Draco explains as much as he can and sugar coats what a child shouldn’t have to know. He attempts to explain to his own self that the opinions of his father are wrong, the small Draco tries to protest, but he doesn’t allow him to and continues telling him what’ll happen if he doesn’t listen carefully. By the end, his voice is hoarse and little Draco looks sick with fear. But he nods, seemingly understanding he has a duty to perform even if he doesn’t quite understand all of it it. Ah, the usual Malfoy, accepting what’s presented to him, born to please his elders, he thinks bitterly.

“Who’ll be the boy I’ll meet today?” His younger self asks tentatively when Draco is done talking and stands up. Draco smiles nostalgically as he adjusts the time again.

“I have put my faith in you, what you choose to do from now can change everything.” He says, and just as he feels the void sucking him in again, he says his last words to the last hope he’s got.

“And Draco, one last thing.” the kid nods “offer him your hand before you learn his name.”

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where things grow, there is hope,
all that heals has hope.
 

BTS react to overstimulating their Girlfriend

A/N: Yesss I love reactions like this, and I love overstimulation. Two of my favourite things ;) also overstimulation hurts for some people, but is also very pleasurable for others, so I tried to have both in the mix :)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW          

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anonymous asked:

Ten times Yuuri ended up wearing Victors clothes (and one time Victor wore Yuuris)?

10) Once he and Viktor were post-sex cuddling and the doorbell rang so Yuuri just grabbed the first things he could find lying on the floor to put on, one of those things being Viktor’s shirt. When he answered the door and Yurio saw him plus the state he was in he just turned around and walked away like ‘I don’t want to know and I don’t want you to tell me’

9) The first time he came to visit Viktor in St Petersburg, the first morning together, Viktor woke up to Yuuri humming happily making coffee in nothing but one of Viktor’s oversized sweaters and had to take a few seconds to recover before he could speak

8) At a competition Yuuri was getting cold and so Viktor draped his coat around his shoulders which made the entire stadium go ‘aw’ simultaneously

7) He is the worst hoodie thief ever and since Viktor usually doesn’t wear hoodies he didn’t really notice until he went to look for one in his wardrobe, couldn’t find any. When he skyped Yuuri that evening Yuuri was sitting wearing it because he had forgotten it was Viktor’s when he put it on during his last visit to Russia and worn it back to Detroit and then started wearing it all the time because he missed Viktor

6) At the Russian rink at one point Yuuri woke up late, pulled on the first things he could find and went to see Viktor. He didn’t realise why everyone was staring at him until he realised that he was wearing the ‘Do you want to win gold? Because I’ll make you come first tonight’ shirt that Chris had bought Viktor as a joke and they had both forgotten about. He never lived it down.

5) Viktor had a tendency to keep gifts from his fans even if they are a bit weird and one day Yuuri found the ‘I ❤ Viktor’ shirt that someone had sent him, got kinda jealous and then wore it the whole day just to make sure everyone knew that he was the no.1 Viktor fan

4) Yuuri wore the Eros costume several times, once for the Rostelecom Cup, a handful of times for photoshoots and during the times when he was skating his ‘Fucked My Way Up To The Top’ pure pettiness ice show routine that was mentioned in a previous top ten

3) He wore several of Viktor’s past costumes when they decided to jokingly play dress up with all of their old stuff. So Yuuri ended up trying on some of his old costumes from iconic skates like the Olympic ones as well as some of Viktor’s old costumes from his junior days and Viktor tried on some of the costumes from routines that Yuuri liked (hello red shirt and waistcoat) as well as trying on some of Yuuri’s old stuff although Yuuri banned him from doing it after a while because if Yuuri can fit into sixteen year old Viktor’s costumes there’s no way twenty-eight year old Viktor can fit properly into anything of Yuuri’s without seriously risking ripping it

2) Yuuri tried to return the shirt he stole from Viktor all those years ago but Viktor told him to keep it. At one point Yuuri ended up wearing it out on one of their dates and Viktor was very distracted that whole evening

1) The morning after the end of chapter 14, Yuuri put on Viktor’s skating jacket while he was wandering around the room waiting for their breakfast room service to show up and Viktor was halfway stuck between wanting to rip it off him (along with everything else that he was wearing) and asking him to keep wearing it forever.

+1) One day they were at a competition and due to do an early morning press conference they were really late because they slept in and just when everyone thought it had been cancelled they both half-ran into the room trying to look really cool and composed except they both had bed hair and Viktor was wearing one of Yuuri’s shirts. It was just small enough on him that everyone got a really good view and all the reporters thought it was better not to mention it in case he decided to change

What I Read This Week

(22/4/17)

I probably the best reading week I’ve ever had, thanks to my incredibly wonderful friends who wrote fics for me for my birthday (they made a collection which you can find here! I am so, so thankful for them all 💙) as well as some other great updates!

Easy Now with My Heart by braveten, Teen, 12k (WIP)
“Fast, Yuuri. Pow pow.”
“Pow pow?”
He giggles—Victor Nikiforov, figure skating champion, Olympic athlete, Yuuri’s idol, who is currently sick and delusional, giggles—and puts his hand on Yuuri’s chest, pillowing his head there, too. “Pow pow,” he repeats as he feels his heartbeat. “Pow pow, pow pow. Fast, see?”
Oh. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH <3

Batter Up! by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 2.9k
Victor and Yuuri are celebrating their birthdays together and decide to bake their own cakes, competing against each other to see which of their cakes will be the one to win over the party. Neither have baked a cake in years. SO cute!

Look How We’ve Grown by maydei, Teen, 7k
Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world. LOVE!

they say its your birthday by ebenroot, Teen, 3.6k
“Clowns are creepy. We’re not having a clown, Victor.”
“What if I dressed up as a clown?”
Yuuri is pensive for a moment, then he pushes his glasses further up his nose in a disapproving manner. “Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to have sex with you until that mental image of you in clown makeup is purged from my mind,” Yuuri says with a shrug. BABIES AND CAKE OMG 

Duckling by missmichellebelle, Teen, 3.6k
The ballet classes are, inevitably, Victor’s idea. THE MOMS IN THIS OMG I love the end, so adorable!

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya, Teen, 2.4k
Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants… This is SOO AMAZING!!!

(Only By You) My Heart Always Moves by lily_winterwood, Teen, 6k
This is their first birthday together, and he’s already screwing it up by not having a present for Yuuri. Yuuri, who had fought tooth and nail for them, who had traversed the seven seas to return to him, who had taken the words they had shared in the early months of their intimacy and turned them into something beautiful, something perfect. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

To Loving Tension by whalefairyfandom12, Mature, 
“Hey, Yuuri?” / “Yes?” / “Did you know people write fanfiction about us?”
Yuuri froze, any traces of sleepiness vanishing with his previous tranquility. / “What?” / “Mm. Phichit sent me a link. It’s tagged with endurance, hair pulling, blowjobs, possessive behavior, and they are in love.,” Viktor mused. “It sounds realistic so far.” OMFG… just… you have to read this omg!

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath, Not Rated, 1.9k
1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works. REALLY awesome one-shot!!

let me be your lover by Tianetti, Teen, 2.7k
A terrible case of the sniffles. I LOVE SICKFICS SO MUCH HECK

Laundry Day by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Explicit, 7.3k
The Katsuki-Nikiforov household takes a morning off to do laundry. Living together, it’s not just the bed that needs breaking in. THIS IS SO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 2.5k
When Yakov gets bronchitis and can’t go with Yuri to Skate America, Victor fills in as a last minute backup coach. The problem? Skate America falls right before Yuuri’s birthday, and Victor won’t make it back in time to celebrate. Yuuri knows this, accepts it even, but he should know that nothing stands between Victor and what he wants. This is SO CUTE OMFG and Victor is so extra I love him <3

The Greatest Birthday of All by paxton1976, Mature, 3.2k
When Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a belated birthday celebration, their gifts change their future for the better. I LOVE this fic, thank you Pax!!

Frozenheart & Hiddenfire by Thehobbem, Not Rated, 9.7k
Being the youngest child in a family means you get to leave home and find Riches and Adventures your older siblings could only dream of - but Yuuri Katsuki wants nothing more than stay home and hide from Destiny. Which will be much harder to do once a certain ice wizard comes into town. SO good I love Victor in this!!

Perfect Collision, We Call it Art by LittleLostStar, Gen, 884 words
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.
It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around. So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer. I can’t wait for more!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 4k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. Omgomgomg 

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That update… my heart! </3

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 13k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. WOW… that update!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Be A Good Girl - Smut

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,294
AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.


To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.

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Blood (Batmom x Damian Wayne)

Originally posted by sixofclovers

Request:Hi! :D a Batmom request where Damian meets Batmom and doesn’t accept her motherly love towards him until some paparazzi commented something about how she feels knowing Damian isn’t her blood son and is Bruce’s blood son. Like Batmom says some inspirational stuff about blood doesn’t define family. I mean, she knows Bruce wasn’t in consent..but I’m sure the press doesn’t know that part of the story.

I totally stole that “family don’t end with blood” from Bobby Singer from Supernatural. Oops.

Tagging: @crazyfangirl1810


You had been dating Bruce for two months before you met his kids. 

It wasn’t on purpose, you’d just been visiting the manor to return Bruce’s coat to him. He’d lent it to you on a cold night on one of your dates.

Tim was on the couch with his laptop, drinking what was probably his 6th cup of coffee that day. Damian was in his room doing God knows what. Dick was visiting and he stood in front of Damian’s door, attempting to get him to play a video game with him.

A very loud “GO AWAY GRAYSON” startled you as you walked through the door. It probably wasn’t a good idea to come here uninvited. 

Alfred had been the one to open the door but he quickly walked off after excusing himself. By the delicious smell that wafted through the manor, you assumed he was cooking.

“Uh, excuse me?” You said timidly. Tim looked up for the first time and he gaped like a fish. If you weren’t so nervous you would have laughed at his face. 

“You… You’re not a slut?” He whispered, but you still heard. You were confused and unsure if you should be insulted. A loud TT startled you and you looked behind you to find a young boy, no older than 13.

You assumed it was Damian and smiled lightly. “Don’t be so quick to assume, Drake.” He said cockily. “She could still be a whore.”

You were flabbergasted at his language and rudeness. Had the 13-year-old son of the most amazing man you’d ever dated just call you a whore? 

You stood there, shocked. An older man who stood beside the boy nervously chuckled. You assumed he was Dick.

“I’m terribly sorry. Damian has.. well, no filter.” He said quickly. You brushed it off, not wanting to make a bad impression. Too late, you thought bitterly.

“It.. It’s okay.” You managed. Dick gave you a dazzling smile and charm radiated off of him. “I’m Dick, this is Damian and Tim,” He said, pointing at respective persons. 

Damian just scoffed. “What are you doing here, harlot?”  

You nearly fell over from shock. This kid seriously had issues.

“I-I’m here for Bruce. I wanted to return his coat.” You lifted it up as proof.

Bruce finally arrived after you stuttered that out. “Apologies, I was in my study.” He rushed toward you. “Y/N, these are my kids.” He smiled.

You stood there shell-shocked for a moment before smiling lightly. “We met.” You say, a bit of an offended tone to your voice.

You seem to remember what you came for and lifted up his coat. “I, uh, brought your coat,” You let out a shy, cute smile. You handed it to him and said your goodbyes quickly, ignoring Damian’s glare as you said goodbye to him.

After that, you made it your mission to get Damian to like you.

You tried everything. You made him breakfast, which he threw into the trash immediately because he “doesn’t like blueberry pancakes”. You tried to get into what he liked, which was swordplay apparently. You studied for weeks, and he had you beaten in seconds. He insulted you and pointed out your flaws. You were embarrassed, but you didn’t give up.

Bruce offered to speak to him about his behavior but you declined. He’d never like you if you had Bruce talk to him.

It had been 3 months after you met and still, nothing changed.

Until one night. You were attending an auction with Bruce and he had brought Damian along.

Bruce had been answering some questions and you were getting desperate for a drink. You walked over to Damian, hopeful. “Hi, Damian.” You greeted brightly. 

He didn’t answer, he just looked away. At least he didn’t call you a harlot.

You didn’t give up. “Come get a drink. Non-alcoholic, of course.” 

He looked back at you, rolling his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m thirsty.”

You nearly jumped for joy but instead smiled and made your way toward the bar. You were interrupted by a reporter. 

“Y/N, you’re dating the Bruce Wayne, aren’t you?” She questioned quickly. You smiled nervously, not prepared. “Yes, I am.” 

“What’s it like? How do you feel about his children?” 

You were growing uncomfortable but answered anyway. “It’s amazing. He is a perfect gentleman. His children are wonderful.” 

Damian was growing annoyed. “Is that all?” He snapped. The reporter looked at him as if she just realized he was there. 

An idea popped into her head and she smiled cockily. “How do you feel about Damian? After all, he isn’t your blood child but he is Bruce’s.” 

Damian nearly started to verbally attack the woman but you answered. “I think of Damian as a son. He might not be my blood, but blood doesn’t make family.” 

You continued, “Family doesn’t end with blood. Family’s got your back, even when it hurts. That’s family. And I consider the Wayne’s to be my family.”

Damian and the reporter looked at you, shocked. Bruce, who was lurking, smiled. You really were perfect.

“Well, I think we should get going.” Bruce smiled at the reporter as he guided you and Damian out of the building.

When you got to the manor Bruce excused himself, leaving you and Damian alone.

You were about to go upstairs when Damian spoke up. “Did you mean that? About family.” 

You turned and smiled at him lightly. “Every word.” 

He nodded, walking away and going up the stairs to his room.

The next morning you were making breakfast, humming along to a song you had in your head. Damian walked toward the kitchen counter and huffed loudly.

You turned your head and smiled. “Good morning, Damian.” His cheeks had a red tint to them and he coughed. “I had a particularly hard training session today. I request blueberry pancakes.” 

You grinned and started cooking.

When they finished, you and Damian sat eating breakfast together. You started to truly feel like a family.

After all, family don’t end with blood.

Partners

Prompt: Hello my love!! Could you do a Steve Trevor Imagine where the reader is an Amazon warrior and when she goes to the real world steve calls her “her partner”. So one day when she first sees a baby she was like “where can u purchase one” and Steve tell her that it’s something you have to do with your partner. So the reader asks him when will they have a baby?? I don’t know if you understand it but it’s okay if u dont wanna do it❤️

AN: This was so much fun to write!!!!!!!!

Fandom: DC


    Man’s World was a funny place. It had changed greatly since you had last seen it. There were roaring machines and funny clothing, and it was so utterly different from what you remembered as a child. It was fascinating.

    “If you keep stopping to stare, you’re going to get run over.”

    You smile at Steve Trevor, and he gives small smile back before motioning with his head. You jog lightly to catch up, and fall into step beside him. “It’s changed so much.”

    His voice is soft, “When’s the last time you were here?”

    You smile, “I was a girl, no older than six. My mother had just fought for our freedom from our oppressors.” He gives you a confused stare, before he simply continues walking.

    That’s when it catches your eye. It’s small, and delicate, and smiling. You make it two steps, before Steve’s hand wraps around your arm and attempts to pull you away. You remain rooted to the spot. “It’s an infant. A baby.”

    “Yes.”

    “I have not seen one since Diana was given to us. Even then, I was not allowed to hold her. Do you think she’ll let me hold her?”

    “Considering she doesn’t know you, probably not.”

    “But I mean the child no harm.”

    Steve winces, “That doesn’t matter here. Mothers are protective of their children.” He takes your hand, and this time you let him lead you away.

    “Is there a place where I can get one? Like Hippolyta got Diana?”

    He stutters for a second before saying, “You can’t have a baby on your own. It’s something you do with your partner.”

    You smile, “Then where do we get ours?”

    He nearly trips, but you catch him by the coat before he hits the ground, “Excuse me?”

    You smile, “You called me your partner in that proceeding with all the men. Why can we not get a child when our mission is done? When this war is over?”

    His cheeks turn a bright red, and he stammers over his words, “Tell you what, why don’t we revisit this subject when we finish the mission.” And without another word he starts walking.

    You catch up, and take his hand, “I want a girl.”

    He stares at you, “Excuse me?”

    “A girl child. I think it will suit us.”

    He sighs, “We’ll save that for the same discussion.”

    You smile, and keep walking, the warmth of his hand reassuring you, and the thought of a child of your own pushing you forward.

I’m worried about Kevin. He discovered Jason’s body and watched Cliff murder Jason. His friends are constantly ranting and complaining to him. His boyfriend left town because he was an accomplice in covering up a murder. And it’s Riverdale, so Kevin probably gets bullied for being gay.

But through all of this Kevin doesn’t seem to have much of a support system in his friends. I mean, we hardly see him with them. I’m just getting visions of Kevin sitting at home and binge-watching crime shows and then his dad coming through the door and sighing and hanging up his coat because Kevin’s home again. He wants Kevin to have a life and he’s worried that this murder negatively affected his kid significantly. And in addition, he knows that Kevin’s hiding something from him.

Also, I’m pretty sure Kevin lost his mom. And his dad probably tries his best but he’s the Sheriff, how much is he really able to be there for his kid?

Please Riverdale, let my son feel his feelings on screen the same way your straight characters do. Let him be traumatized and maybe sad, dammit.

Tied Up

Prompt: “It’s Sam.”
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 534
Warnings: Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader, smut, light bondage, edging, orgasm denial


You moaned out, looking back over your shoulder at Sam. He always was riled up after a hunt. You tugged at the tie that bound your wrists to the headboard when you felt his fingers curl inside of you, knowing exactly where to press to make you squirm. He’s kept you on the verge of cumming for a good thirty minutes’ now. You hated that you loved being edged for so long. You hated the wait, but knowing how good it’d be when you came was worth waiting for.

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Jumin reacting to an MC who left him and he sees them 1-3yrs later with twins.

Broken Promises 

“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done for you to treat me like a piece of garbage Jumin” 

You ran upstairs after your fleeing boyfriend begging for him to answer you. He come home late again but you didn’t care. You were happy that the man that owns your heart came home to you every night. However, this night was different than the rest. 

You had dinner and wine prepared for him to come home to so he can relax after his long day at the office. You made sure that Elizabeth 3rd, or what you like to call her Lady Elizabeth, was fed first and that her fur was brushed. You gave food to the guards because guilt entered your blood stream every night because they get little to no sleep. 

You were folding laundry when you heard the door open. You dropped what you were doing and followed your heart. Laying your eyes on him, you jumped on him hoping for a passionate kiss. Sadly, you were met with him taking your arms off him. 

“We need to talk” he walked to the living room and sat at the edge of the sofa “I need you to sign the confidentiallity agreement stating that you will not reveal our past relationship to the public nor to other businessmen” he pushed the stack of papers that were highlighted for your initials and signatures. 

You grabbed the papers and you weren’t sure if it was heavy because it was a lot or because this is how much you relationship weighed to him. You got up and tried to find answers in his eyes but all you saw was winter. You stepped closer to him and he stepped back afraid that your rays of light will melt away the coldness he has formed around his heart. 

“Jumin, I need you to explain to me whats going on! Why are you treating me like I’m some kind of business partner. I am your fucking girlfriend Jumin.” 

“You mean was. Now stop being complicated and sign the papers so we can both go our separate ways. I’ll pack your belongings for you so you don’t need to worry and reminisce on the way to my room.” His long legs were going up the stairs and you cried out for him but he didn’t stop. You were running after him hoping to still hold on the love that the both of you once shared. 

“Why are you doing this to me? What have I done for you to treat me like a piece of garbage Jumin” you cried out not noticing you missed a step. You prepared to feel a different type of pain but you felt coldness on your skin. You looked up and notice he isn’t the man that you fell in love with. 

“How pathetic are you? Im telling you to leave and yet you are practically begging for me. Get it through the thick skull of yours (y/n). I mistaken my loneliness for love. I thought I loved you but I just liked the feeling of being wanted.” 

*5 years later* *Jumins POV* 

I took my wife’s hand while we made our way to her brothers dinner. His family lives in the United States so I haven’t had the opportunity to meet her dearest brother. I only know the basics of him that he owns a company and that he has a wife and two kids. 

We rang the doorbell to be greeted by the maid and butler of the house. They took our coats and led us in. Their home was impressive to be quite frank. The decorations does seem rather familiar. While I was examining the decor and familiar fragrance led me to look at the stair way. 

“Eisuke!!” my wife shrieked and ran up to him. I don’t blame her it must be hard not seeing your brother for over 10 years. He gave a cocky smirk and my wife led him to me. He was seizing me up and scoffed while giving me a handshake. I tighten my grip to wipe that smirk off his face and he tighten it as well. “Eisuke, where’s my sister in law and the babies!” 

He turned his head to the side and pouted “She’s not done yet sister. She just loves making me wait” he sighed. My wife laughed and touched his shoulder “You don’t like waiting Eisuke, you must really love her” 

“He does” I heard a voice from the top of the stairway. I thought my eyes were deceiving me. I blinked a couple of times and it really is her. The woman I pushed away for my own selfish reasons. I looked towards Eisuke, my dear brother in law, and notice a sincere smile plastered on his face. She made her way down the stairs and went towards Eisuke and not even batting a single eyelash my way. “Im sorry I’m late my love” she gave him a peck on his lips. 

He pouted again and she playfully slapped his shoulders. They both smiled and he brought her body closer to him “You know you are the only woman I would wait for” My heart gave me a sting and my wife noticed the sudden change in expression. She asked (y/n) to take me to the restroom and I followed her up the stairs. On the way to the restroom, I heard children laughing that was easily contagious. (Y/N) looked at me with her lovely eyes and motioned for me to follow her. 

I entered a room covered in mint walls with stuffed animals and books perfectly place. I looked at the center of the room to see two children, fraternal twins in fact, playing with each other. We were staring at her kids play with each other and my body unconsciously moved closer to her. She stepped to the side to create the distance I once put. I then notice hands snake around her waist pulling her closer to Eisuke. He kissed her cheek and my thoughts were interrupted with my wife linking our arms together. She gave me a kiss on my cheek but I couldn’t stop my mind thinking that (y/n) is living the life that I’m suppose to live with her. Eisuke and my wife walked in front of us out of the children’s room and (y/n) looked at me “Crazy how I thought I was going to be your wife and now” she giggled “Im practically your sister in law. Life works a funny way.” 

Her words stunned me. Yeah, life does work in a funny way. 

Paperhat parenting headcanons:

Dr.Flug:

-Someone has to put a dime in the swear jar!

BH:

-What the fuck did you just say?!

Dr.Flug:

-M.D. move your butt over here right now young man!

BH:

-M.D move your ass over here in this second you little punk!

Dr.Flug:

-Psycha,stop running around the lab,you’ll hurt yourself!

BH:

-Psycha stop running around or I’ll hurt YOU!

Dr.Flug:

-I am NOT one of your little friends,you will not speak like that to me!

BH:

-I’m not one of your little punk ass friends, you better watch who the hell you’re talking to.

Dr.Flug:

-you are GROUNDED young man!

BH:

-you are punished until further notice.

Dr.Flug:

-No TV for a week!

BH:

-Don’t ask me to do shit until I say you can.

Dr.Flug:

-I want to be your friend.

BH:

-I am a parent first,friend second.

Dr.Flug:

-I am going to count to three! 1!

BH:

-1!

Dr.Flug:

-2!

BH:

-2!

Dr.Flug:

-2 and a half! 2 and three quarters!

BH:

-3!

Dr.Flug:

*crush noises*

-This is why we can’t have nice things.

BH:

-You’re always fucking shit up in my house!

Dr.Flug:

-You can’t do whatever you want all the time! You have to respect some rules!

BH:

-My roof,my rules. If you don’t like my rules,then go find other rules to like.

Dr.Flug:

-You do not pay for anything in this household, so you better not act like it.

BH:

-Please name one of the bills that you pay in my house.

Dr.Flug:

-Do not speak to your father that way!

BH:

-Who in the seven gates of blue and green hell do you think you’re talking to?!

Dr.Flug. :

-Do not make me get physical with you!

BH:

-Flug may have brought you into this world,but I’LL be the one to take you out.


Dr.Flug:

-Black hat said no? It’ll be our little secret.

BH:

-Flug said no? Then the answer is no.

Dr.Flug:

-I think you have misplaced your mind!

BH:

-You either respect me,or you’ll respect the streets!

Dr.Flug:

-You’ll catch a cold if you don’t put your coat on.

BH:

-If you get sick we don’t have money for hospital, go put on your coat!

Dr.Flug:

-Well,who is this fine young man!

BH:

-Who the hell is this punk? Matter of fact, I don’t even care,you don’t see him anymore.

Dr.Flug:

-Do not talk back to me!

BH:

-You can continue to talk back to me,or you can spend your afternoon picking your teeths up from the floor.

Dr.Flug:

-You have to learn some responsibility!

BH:

-You want something, you will work for it!

Dr.Flug:

-That outfit is a little inappropriate, don’t you think?

BH:

-You’re going outside? Not looking like Medusa on crack, you aren’t.

Dr. Flug

- Don’t you think you’re a little bit too young to have a boyfriend?

BH:

-You have a boyfriend? No I don’t think you have a boyfriend. You’re a child,stay in a child’s place.

Dr. Flug:

-Someone Bobby’s parents let him do it? Hmm,okay then.

BH:

-Look,I’m not Bobby’s father,I’m not Sussy’s father,I’m not Billy’s father,I am YOUR father. You can do whatever the hell you want to do in THEIR motherfucking house,but if you live under my roof,you follow MY rules.

Dr. Flug:

-Well,you already have two video games…but I guess one more wouldn’t ruin it.

BH:

-Don’t look at the shit,don’t touch that shit,Don’t breath on that shit,don’t talk about that shit, cause you aren’t getting that shit!

Dr.Flug

*on the phone*

-Yes,I understand-w-wait a second sir,yes what is it,honey? Yes,yes you can go. Yes,sorry about that!

BH:

-CAN’T YOU SEE I’M TALKING ON THE PHONE?! yeah,sorry about that Syndrome.

Dr. Flug:

-I don’t appreciate the hostile attitude.

BH:

-When you act up,is when you get beat UP.

Dr. Flug:

-I’m sorry,I didn’t quite catched that. Did you say ’ no video games for a week?“

BH:

-I don’t think I heard you correctly,did you say ‘Knock me out into the next week?’

Dr. Flug:

-A party? Okay,don’t do something I wouldn’t do!

BH:

-Don’t do no drinking while you’re in there,drinking leads to sex,and sex leads to babies,and babies leads to trouble,and trouble leads to get the fuck out of my house!

Dr.Flug.

-This room is like a trash can!

BH:

-I told you to clean your room last week. WHY THE FUCK AREN’T YOU CLEANING YOUR ROOM?! I DON’T CARE THAT 5.0.5 TOLD YOU HE WOULD CLEAN IT, 'SERVANT’ ISN’T WROTE DOWN ON HIS FOREHEAD!

Dr.Flug.

-you broke your leg?! How?!

BH:

-Bet you wouldn’t do this stupid shit again,huh?

Dr.Flug.

-When you’ll get older you’ll understand. You don’t get many things now, you’re too young. You may hate us now,but we’re doing it for you.

BH:

-When you’re old enough to move out of my house,you can live by your own rules. But at the moment, you’re my responsibility, and I have to take care of you.You can hate me now,but you’ll thank me later.

Dr. Flug:

-I love you.

BH:

-I love you.