i wish she was a kitten

Mr. Yagi

Cowritten by @aoimikans

Ai worked front desk on the top floor of Might Tower with Hikari for nearly seven years. There were three staples of her usual day: a rabid group of ever-changing media personnel, All Might’s rooftop entrances and disappearances behind the Might Gate , and Mr. Toshinori Yagi.

Mr. Yagi was hired after All Might’s vacation following his fight with Toxic Chainsaw. It was rumored Yagi was replacing Sir Nighteye. His uncanny knowledge of every coworker - their birthdays, their favorite foods, the names of their pets - seemed to point to a similar quirk.  

The notion was quickly dashed due to Mr. Yagi’s poor health and his own round-about admission that he was Quirkless.

Regardless, the man was a fast friend to everyone in Might Tower.

“Good evening, Ai, Hikari,” Yagi greeted, exiting from his usual staff door. He carried a wide box, and he set it on the front desk with a grin, “Happy International Doughnut Day!”  

“Again Mr. Yagi?” Hikari said, giggling, “That’s the third obscure holiday this month!”

“Well, there’s plenty to celebrate,” Yagi chuckled, opening the box and offering the sweets inside, “Besides, you all work so hard. Might as well have fun every now and then.”

Yagi wheezed a laugh at his own joke and coughed, quickly reaching into his breast pocket for his handkerchief.  

Ai smiled fondly and nudged a box of tissues his way, “Thank you Mr. Yagi - oh! Is that a s’mores doughnut? Don’t mind if I do.”

Yagi grinned behind his handkerchief and took a few tissues, wiping his mouth and chin.

“Good choice,” he rasped.

Breaking News in Musutafu!

Yagi jolted, twisting to look at the large television screen on the lobby wall.

“Off to alert All Might?” Hikari grinned knowingly, munching on her own butterscotch doughnut.

“You know him,” He laughed, shaking his head and edging toward the Staff door, “No room for personal time.”

A giant villain is making an unwelcome splash at Ushimitsudoki Aquarium and Water Park.”

“No rest for the weary,” Ai said.

“Don’t I know it!” Yagi rushed to the door, pulling on his tie, “Keep the doughnuts!”

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haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 


Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

Rest of the rec list under the cut!

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Caught In The Crossfire // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female on Male), Unprotected Sex, Extremely Graphic Violence, Very Graphic Deaths, Angst, Physical Torture, Swearing, and your heart might just break. 

Word Count: 8,123

Song: Trouble by Halsey

A/N: I was definitely not expecting this fic to take the turn it does but, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shoutout to my ultimate homie @stilinski-jpeg for letting me pester her with ideas and helping me decide which ones to add to the fic. I love you, sis. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because, fuck, I sure do. 

Mitch Rapp is the ultimate secret agent this world has ever seen — James Bond doesn’t even come close enough to compare to him. Ever since Katrina’s death, he has completely dedicated his life to clearing the planet of terrorists. He fights crime, kills bad guys and saves innocent lives on a daily basis. The CIA has even gone as far as to call Mitch Rapp the perfect weapon, capable and skilled beyond imagination.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the scariest and most badass villain out there, very well known all over the world for her vicious crimes. Stealing, kidnapping, making a fortune off the black market, torturing her enemies and, especially, brutally killing are some of her many specialties. People around the planet talk about and even fear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for what she has already done and what she is planning on doing next.

So, you’d think that when Mitch Rapp was assigned to eliminate this particular target who has caused enough chaos around her, he would’ve immediately killed her the first chance he got, right?


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What Am I To You? (P. 4)

Summary: Nayeon was getting on your last nerves.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.7k

A/N: I had to write this one as soon as possible because I had it all in my head and I didn’t want to forget it.

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“Hey what’s wrong?” Taehyung grabbed your hand.

“Nothing’s wrong Tae, but it will be.” You glanced back at Nayeon who was making her way over. Taehyung followed your eyes and when he looked back at you, you were already out the door.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“You were right.” He looked at you. “Shes crazy.”

Jungkook smirked. “I’m worried for Tae, he needs to get away from her.”

Jungkook’s smirk quickly faded. “So new plan….get him to breakup with crazy.”


You were lying down thinking about everything. Nayeon was being so side tracked by love that she was being insane. She wasn’t being herself.

You thought of a better idea that you got your phone out to text Jungkook.

To Kookie: 12:17am
Have any ideas to get her to break up with him?

It didn’t take him long to respond. He was probably up playing video games like usual.

From Kookie: 12:18am
Maybe the fact that you both slept together will do it.

You were taken back by his text. You were pretty pissed at her right now but you couldn’t have the heart to do that. Once apon a time she did mean a lot to you and you were sure that you meant something to her.

To Kookie: 12:19am
I don’t think I can do that.

From Kookie: 12:19am
Why not she dosen’t deserve Tae

Was he right? Everyone deserves love even if they abuse it. She was acting crazy but you felt bad. She was just being defensive and you understood that, even if she was being hasty.

From Kookie: 12:22am
You know I’m right.

He figured why you weren’t responding.

To Kookie: 12:23am
Idk yet- maybe if she continues to be this way.


The next few days have turned into shit quickly. You would normally show up to class pretty early and Nayeon would sit right next to you with Tae but now she was dragging him all the way towards the back of the class. Then the next day you would sit farther back and she would sit towards the front.

Taehyung would always give you both a questioning look. He didn’t know what was going on.

“Hey.” Taehyung caught you in the hall. You were surprised Nayeon wasn’t attached to his hip.

“Hi.” You simply greeted.

“What’s going on? What happened Sunday night?” He was concerned.

“Just female drama….you don’t have to worry.” You smiled but Tae still looked at you worried. “Trust me, we’re just going through something right now.”

“Let me know if you need me to talk to her.”

“Tae Tae.” You heard Nayeon call. She was even using the nickname you gave him.

When you looked over you saw that she was glaring at you.

“You better not keep her waiting….she might get mad.” You mocked.

“I’m sorry.” He walked away.


The next day you weren’t in the best mood to deal with Nayeon’s bitchy behavior.

You were tired of sitting alone in class and Taehyung belonged to you first. You can’t let some drama queen take away your friendship. You been friends for almost ten years now and you had enough.

You took your time this morning and when you got to class, most of the seats were taken. You saw Nayeon sitting next to Taehyung towards the front and you saw a few empty seats in the back.

“Hey Tae, you want to sit next to me in the back?” You asked in front of his desk.

Taehyung opened his mouth to answer but was beaten by his annoying virus.

“Excuse me, we already have our seats.” Nayeon’s annoying voice cut through.

“I asked Taehyung, he is not your property.” You smiled at Tae.

You were kind of wishing the teacher would just show up already so you could win this petty fight. But Nayeon didn’t give up so easily.

“He’s my boyfriend so I can tell you to get lost.” She hissed causing the room to be silent with everyone starring

You smiled sarcastically. “I’ve known Tae longer then you so I’m not going anywhere.” You fought back.

Taehyung sunk in his seat like a timid kitten. He hated how you both were going at it.

“Of course that’s because you only want something when someone else has it.” She sassed.

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about and you shouldn’t be making a scene.” You said more quietly. You didn’t want to have this fight in front of the whole class, it was childish.

“Oh I know what I’m talking about you’re a slut who tries to take other people’s boyfriends.” She said that loud and clear for the class to hear.

Taehyung sat up and was about to speak up but you continued.

“I thought we were friends.” You were almost in tears.

“Why would I want to be friends with a homewrecker.” She whispered.

You couldn’t stand looking at her face anymore that you started to turn around as a few tears fell. She humiliated you in front of the whole class. You thought about what Jungkook said.

“I have a confession to make.” You turned back around and you saw Taehyung look at you upset as he saw that you were crying.

“What now?” Naeyon spoke.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” You hissed then looked at Taehyung.

“I don’t blame you for hating me….I’m an idiot…and I haven’t been a good friend to you and I’m sorry.”

“But now I know how much you mean to me from you being with that bitch.” You continued.

“I’ve fallen in love with you Tae.” You wiped your tears.

“But I promise you Nayeon, I’ve never intended to take him away from you….but now I’m here to confess everything.” Your expression changed. “That means sleeping with Tae a few nights ago.”

Her face dropped. “I felt horrible and I didn’t know how to tell you……but I fucked your boyfriend.” You grinned.

You turned around as you heard the class acting up once again and walked out of the classroom passing the teacher. “I don’t feel good.” You clarified for the teachers confusion.

“She’s lying right?” Nayeon looked at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s face lit up. “I hope not.”

He got out of his seat and ran out the classroom.

“Tae?” Nayeon yelled after him.

“(Y/N)! Wait.” He saw you far down the hall. He jogged to catch up.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but she can’t act like that in front of the wh-”

You couldn’t finish from the fact that Taehyung brought his lips to yours. You felt butterflies shoot through your stomach. His warm hands were resting gently on your cheeks while he work his lips against yours. You felt like you were in heaven.

He pulled away slowly resting his forehead against yours. You couldn’t help but smile. “You mean it?” He whispered.

“I’m in love with you….I’m sorry I didn’t figure out sooner.” You looked up.

His smile was filled with passion. “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You should of told me.” You whispered before bringing your lips to his once again.

“I didn’t know how.” He said in-between kisses.

“I told you the other day….no regrets.” You teased like your old self. You still wanted that old friendship bond.

You felt him smile into the kiss before pulling away. “Let’s have a break from class today.” You grabbed his hand.


You decided to go to the park that was only a few blocks from the school.

“Nayeon is texting me nonstop.” He looked at his phone bothersome.

“Are you gonna break up with her?” You thought it was pretty obvious but you didn’t want to assume either.

“I never had feelings for her.” He bit the inside of his cheek.

“Then why would you stay with her?” You were generally confused.

“Because I was trying to get over you and-”

“I’m sorry Tae.” You scooted closer to him on the bench.

“No don’t be sorry, I should of told you.” He chuckled. But there was still sadness behind it.

“Did you and Nayeon….” You hated asking but just thinking about the ugly person you found out of her being you couldn’t leave your questions unanswered. “Have sex?”

He looked at you confused and embarrassed. “No.”

You felt relieved. “She’s tried but I wasn’t up for it….all we did was kiss.”

But you remember from the first date of what she told you. “You had oral though, right?”

He didn’t want to answer. “You don’t have to tell me.” You quickly said.

“Only a few times….It didn’t mean anything don’t worry.” He smiled at you which you leaned your head on his shoulder accepting.

“Was she good?” You didn’t know why but you felt almost competitive, like you wanted to make him feel good better then she ever has.

“I have no one else to compare to, except you.” He remembered?

You both were drunk but you remember pretty much the whole night.

“You remember?” You asked.

“A little but you might have to refresh my memory.” He said innocently.

You arched your eyebrows at his response. “I can do that” You got up reaching for his hand.

He gave you a confused look but then it was shown that he finally understood. “I meant tell me.” He blushed.

“I rather show you.” He was so cute when he was being shy. You pulled him to his car at a quick pace. Taehyung was all yours so you were pretty excited. The parking lot was a little less then half full but luckily the cars were all empty from the parents watching their kids at the playground.

You opened the back door to his car and gently pushed him in. As soon as you closed the door behind you, you were straddling his lap kissing him desperately.

You couldn’t believe how he was there with you growing up and you never even thought about him being more then a friend. You were so oblivious to the fact, almost like it wasn’t allowed.

The forces of nature were working against you all those years. And you told yourself many times before of how gorgeous he was but you were still negligent. You always loved him, that wasn’t different. But you feel it differently now.

You lost your train of thought once you felt his hand crawling under your shirt. You pulled away to get a breather but soon continued on his neck. You had no control of your hands as they slid down his chest.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you could feel his excitement already happening underneath you. You pulled away giggling.

“What?” He asked confused.

You looked down and shimmied down so you were on the floor in the tight space in front of him. You saw him bite his lip nervously. It was cute how timid he was being, like he didn’t have your permission.

You leaned closer unbuttoning his jeans. You could visibly see his length through his boxers.

As you placed your hand over the outside of his part, he grabbed your hand before you could continue.

“Just making sure this is real.” You giggled from his statement.

“It’s real Tae.” You couldn’t be more in love with this guy.

You sat up taller and pulled his collar down to meet you half way. You kissed him more passionately this time.

“I couldn’t be happier.” You smiled into the kiss.

You continued down slowly pulling his boxers down enough to expose him. You saw him blush as you grabbed a hold of him. He was hard already so you weren’t sure how long he would last.

You started to move your hand up and down causing more friction. He leaned his head back enjoying the pleasure. You brought your head down kissing the tip before taking him in your mouth fully. You slightly smiled from his low moan that escaped his lips.

You bobbed your head at a steady pace to not rush the pleasure. He looked back down at you with a look of exhaustion.

You both alerted to a sudden car door slam from a few cars over. You saw Tae look over weakly as you continued your movements.

There was no sign of panic from his expression, so you figured you were in the clear. You took your mouth off slowly licking up the precum. You noticed how red he was as you reached under your skirt to slide your underwear down as you got up. You once again straddled his hips bringing him into a kiss.

“Do you remember now.” You whispered as you pulled away.

He nodded without saying a word. You giggled from his purity and continued to kiss him down his neck. You grabbed a hold of his member to guide it to your center. You slowly sunk down to get used to the size.

You didn’t hesitate to rock your body against him. You could already feel the pleasure stirring up through your core. Jake never had this impact on you and you’ve been with him over a year. You felt Taehyung grab onto your hips to steady your messy moments. You felt the need to strip off the rest of his clothes but the public wasn’t to far away.

Which at that very moment you saw people only a few feet outside the window. You watched as they loaded the kids inside the vehicle. You placed your hand over Tae’s mouth to stop his quiet moans as you continued to bounce above him. You saw the mother glance over at Tae’s car but you didn’t feel she noticed you. You just patiently watched them get into their car and drive away.

Once the coast was clear you picked up the pace against the beauty in front of you. You enjoyed hearing the cute moans coming from his mouth.

“Are you close?” You moaned out of breath.

“Uh-huh.” He cutely nodded.

You rested your forehead against his as you felt your orgasm rising through. You slowed down your movements working against the feeling. You were surprised you released before him.

“You can let go.” You smiled seeing Taehyung with his eyes closed tight.

You leaned forward to kiss down his jaw line as you continued to rock against him once again. You wanted to continue to stir the pleasure that you were sure was about the explode. He weakly dropped his head down onto the seat as he finally hit his climax. You giggled from watching how exhausted he was as you were a second ago.

“Wow.” You said out of breath. “I wish we could of done that sooner.”

You looked down from the unsettling fact. “I’m sorry we didn’t.”

“Stop blaming yourself.” He said barely audible but still made your heart melt all the difference.

You looked up and couldn’t help but blush at his beautiful smile. You got off of him and pulled up your underwear as he buttoned his jeans.

“We have a lot of catching up to do.”


You spent the rest of your day with Taehyung. It felt like old times but you both were more affectionate, like holding hands and you couldn’t help but kiss him here and there. Plus the bright side was that there was no Jake or Nayeon interrupting your bond. Things felt right. You could of stayed in that car all day and forget the cruel world you would have to return to the next day.

You weren’t ready to face Nayeon and you could see it on Taehyung’s face that he wasn’t either. He was worried.

When you got back to your room your roommate was already sleeping. You didn’t realize how late it was already. The best thing about your roommate was that she always slept with her headphones on blasting music so you never had to worry about being too loud.

“I’ll see you later.” He leaned in kissing you tenderly.

You loved how giddy you felt every time he brought his lips to yours.

“Please stay.” You pouted as he pulled away.

He arched his eyebrows.

“If the RN finds out, we’ll be in trouble.” He mentioned the strict rule of girls with girls and boys with boys dorming only.

“Who cares, I see everyone do it.” You smirked. “You should hear the crap that goes on around here.”

“Okay…let me at least get some stuff from my room real quick.”

“Can I walk with you?” You followed him behind like a puppy.

“Have you changed rooms yet?” You asked as you turned the corner to the boys hall.

“No.” You felt annoyance trigger through you.

“But I have everything set up….I change rooms next week.” He continued.

“Do you know where you’re going or met your new roommate?” You asked.

“Yeah….my new roommate’s name is Baekhyun….he’s pretty cool.”

You smiled, you’re relieved that Taehyung will be more comfortable in his own room. At least you hoped. You never know the real person from the first impression. Your immediate thought went to Nayeon.

You were still generally upset about the whole thing. You know you didn’t know her long but you enjoyed your friendship with her. You missed her. You just wished she wasn’t so ignorant. Actually you wished you never even forced Tae on that date. But you also thought, would this whole experience with Tae ever have happened? Seeing him with Nayeon made a huge impact on you. You saw the ugly side of your true feelings. But you were glad it happened. You just wished you didn’t have to lose Nayeon.

“Um.” Tae stopped suddenly at his door.

“What?” You looked to where he was looking. There you saw it, the familiar sock he used to place on the door. This late? How does poor Tae deal with this?

“You okay?” Tae looked at your puzzled face.

“Trust me, I’ve never been better.” And you were, you didn’t have feelings for Jake anymore.

“How do you deal with this it’s almost eleven?” You complained.

“I’ve gotten used to it….I used to just crash at my friends….but now I don’t care.”

“You can wait here if you want.” He pursed his lips reaching for the door knob.


He opened the door, barging into the room not caring for Jakes usual complaint.

Taehyung grabbed his backpack and threw a few things inside and a phone charger.

“Don’t worry in one week You can have all the fun time you-” He made the mistake and glanced at Jake.

“Nayeon?” You heard Tae say from inside causing you to step into the room.

There she was underneath Jake’s half naked body.

“Wow.” You couldn’t figure out how Tae was feeling. He looked angry yet confused. “One day?” He clenched his jaw.

“You cheated on me so I moved on.” She snarled.

“And he cheated on me so that’s a smart decision.” You laughed sarcastically.

“Whatever….he knew you were a slut that’s why.”

“Huh? That’s funny how you say that when you haven’t even been broken up for 24 hours.” You fought back.

“Just shut up (Y/N) you took my boyfriend…what kind of friend does that?”

You saw Tae start to walk out rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry Nayeon, but he never loved you.” You spoke more sincerely.

She almost looked like she was on the verge of crying making you feel bad.

“You know what, I have Jake now so he’s all yours like you wanted.”

“Nayeon….you deserve way better then Jake.” You tried to get through to her.

“Fuck you.” Jake flipped. “You turned boring on me….never let me touch you so I went to someone else.”

“That’s awesome, you hear that Nayeon….you’re not in the mood he’ll fuck someone else….so enjoy that.” You sassed.

“Fine with me, Tae never let me touch him….so good luck with that.” She sassed back.

“I don’t need luck because we already fucked today.”

“(Y/N).” You heard Tae call from the door. He didn’t look too happy and you felt bad. You kept giving into this stupid fight. Taehyung was always the bigger person and walked away.

You looked back at Nayeon, and as you thought she looked upset.

“Again, I’m sorry….I never meant to hurt you.” You said quietly and followed Taehyung out the door.

“I’m sorry Tae….she drives me crazy.” You finally spoke up from the quiet trip back to your room.

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not….I shouldn’t let her get to me….and I know that now.”

“I hope you know that she was only there to make you jealous….she hates Jake.” You continued.

“I don’t care about that.” He spoke up. “It’s bad enough how we handled everything.”

You appreciated Taehyung’s loyalty. He had so much care for everybody, even if they didn’t deserve it.

“It’s my fault…I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“It’s not your fault…how many times do I have to tell you.” He slightly smiled.

“I can’t help but feel that way.” You pouted.

“I think I need to apologize to her by myself…but probably a little later when she has time to cool off.” You tightened your grip around his hand.

“Me to.” He smiled at you. You opened your door and pulled Taehyung inside.

“No more drama from now on….I Just want to relax.” You giggled.

You pulled off your shirt watching Tae’s face lose its color.

“You gonna change?” You smirked as you started stripping off your skirt.

You crawled your fingers up Tae’s shirt to pull it off. As soon as you had his shirt in your possession you pulled it over your own head.

“You’re taking my clothes now?” He teased.

“I’m suppose to, it’s a girlfriend thing.” You made your way towards your bed. You patiently sat on your bed waiting for him.

You couldn’t help but watch him as he unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down. You found it extremely sexy as he removed his clothing, even though he wasn’t even trying.

He crawled into bed next to you as you got the lights. You pulled on the collar of his pajama shirt he threw on to pull him closer to you. You snuggled into his chest feeling comfort immediately. He was nice and warm and you felt the tiredness overcome you.

“Thank you for loving me.” You heard him whisper.

You looked up seeing his eyes closed. “Thank you for loving me more.” You giggled.


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“Oh my god, you’re adorable.”

“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”

“What - adorable?” Their brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Yeah. Like, I don’t know. It’s so babyish.” 

“You know adorable doesn’t mean you can’t be kickass, right? You could conquer a kingdom and I’d still find you cute.” They meant it sweetly, lovingly, reaching out a hand to draw her closer. She jerked away with a fresh bolt of anger even when they knew it was ill deserved - because, yeah, that was exactly the problem. 

Just once, it would have been nice to beautiful, or powerful, or breath-taking instead of something that made her think of kittens and bunny rabbits. Why did everything small have to be fucking cute?

Sunny Days-chapter 14

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Sunny gets punished.

Warnings- Smut…Explicit. Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Anal Play, and other stuff. If you don’t want smut, then you can probably skip this chapter and not miss any major plot points. Lol

Word Count- 5.9K

Authors Note- Hopefully, this is worth all the waiting and anticipation. Thanks for being so patient.

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Sunny woke the next day alone. She rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty and made. A note rested on Negan’s pillow. She unfolded the paper and tried to adjust her blurry eyes to the neat print.


Get up and get showered. You can wear whatever you want today.


She knew Negan would be back soon with their food. She threw off the covers and slid to the floor. She winced at the soreness between her legs, heat spread across her cheeks as she remembered the cause.

Gingerly, she made her way across the room to the bathroom. She stopped shy of the door staring into the full length mirror next to it. Her messy bun lay haphazardly on the side of her head loosened by Negan’s grip. Strands that had escaped the hair band stuck out in odd angles like broken spider legs. Purple and red trailed down her neck, breasts, and thighs where his mouth had staked his claim. Bruises marked where Negan’s fingers had gripped her hips as he steadied her against the brute force of his thrusts. If she tried hard enough, she thought she could see the outline of his hand on her throat where he had squeezed until she no longer drew breath.

Negan had kept his promise. He had fucked her mercilessly. Any time she got close to orgasm, he’d cease dominating her body, slamming her peak into a brick wall, before changing positions, bending her body and twisted her limbs in ways she had never thought possible, to let the pleasure build once more. It was the first time her pleasure hadn’t been a priority, and the first time she hadn’t come. Far from being scared of the ferocity of his passion, her body pulsed with want, desire for more. Need.

Not knowing how long she had until his return, Sunny decided to grab some clothes from the closet before showering, wanting to cover the evidence of last night’s punishment. She opened the closet and gasped.  She hurried to her dressers, opening all the drawers one by one. Empty. All of it gone. Not a single item of clothing was left in her bedroom.

She tried the door leading to the office where Negan’s closet was, but as she suspected it was locked.

“Son of a biscuit,” she muttered to herself as she looked around the room. He had said to wear anything she wanted….he didn’t specify it had to be clothes.  She grabbed the sheet from the bed and stomped her way to the bathroom.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's okay to ask for stuff that might be a little NSFW? But RFA reactions to an MC who can't stop themselves from flirting/teasing but then as soon as they share one kiss or they make a move to go further MC nopes out and goes to do whatever chore needs to be done?

oh wait no 
do you know how many sexy songs I played so i can get inspired

[ NSFW ]  [ Admin Jiyeon ]

RFA’s reaction to a very naughty MC


  • teasing this guy?? Not on his watch ;)
  • Run through his hair, whisper some body praise to him
  • straddle him, completely catch him off guard and just g r in d
  • “Oh~ Someone’s waking up.” say that once he’s hard
  • and he’ll pin you down and lick his lips
  • but somehow, you pushed him to sit up and you walked away
  • “MC where are you going-”
  • MC just called her brother/sister
  • and zen just sat there
  • dumbfounded af
  • when the phone call ends he just straddles you and ties your wrists with some emergency rope
  • “You’ve been naughty. I hope you like your punishment, princess?”
  • ooh yes you’d be getting it


  • See this boi aint as innocent as y’all thought
  • or is he just a clueless person no idea
  • but when MC straddled him and just moaned into his ear
  • Blushy blushy blushyyy ay
  • he’s just like ‘M-MC what are you doing please get off me I need to play LoLoL ‘
  • lick his earlobes, just trail down to his neck and now you can feel his bulge and then completely once he places his hands on their sides MC just goes
  • ‘lol no’ and walks off and winks to Yoosung as they turned back
  • “You wanted to play LoLoL right?~”
  • “MC.. MC please. I would only want to play you. I’m not that gentle.” 
  • and he steps closer 
  • dom Yoosung anyone??


  • Okay so this baby was just sitting down, reading a book and you came out of nowhere, wearing a random sexy clothing and fake lip piercings
  • and just singing (exo) monster
  • “I’m creeping in your heart babe, over turning, breaking you down and swallowing you~” MC sang
  • and she just froze and was so 
  • f l u s t e r e d
  • “I’ll ruin you” And MC was biting into Jaehee’s neck, forming bruises and stuff then the song got to artificial love
  • “Love, love, ohh~ ohh~” And cue the grinding as hard as exo grinding on their canes mMM 
  • “MC please just take me.” Jaehee breathed out and MC grinned and got off her
  • and she literally begged, on her knees and then yes
  • she’s in it
  • for that d/puh


  • ..were you wishing to not walk or something 
  • because this guy
  • is Jumin han
  • so yeah
  • when Mc would tease him by subtle touches, MC wont even stand a chance to do further teasing
  • he’d just grab MC, lead them to the bedroom and here comes the ribbons!
  • “Oh, Kitten, dearest kitten, do you know what you did?”
  • “I just hit the lotto~” sang MC, snapping her hips forward, earning a moan from Jumin
  • oh my gosh MC please let the bOY BE
  • “That’s it.” 


  • oh no 
  • please
  • no 
  • RIP MC
  • if MC Even dares to tease him, his sadistic side will come out 
  • no hesitation
  • he just straight up pins MC on bed and just bites harshly on their neck with blood drawing from it
  • No mercy 
  • RIP 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't know if it counts as a prompt but Scully calling out Mulder for bailing her after she gets wine and cheese in Detour or Mulder's thoughts as he flees the room. Thanks!

This took me a while (I do have much older prompts in here and I am so sorry for being so slow). Just a fluffy piece for “Detour”. You’ll find a bit of the actual dialogue in the fic. Enjoy. 

“I was once told that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody who’s already naked.”

“Well, maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky.”

“Scully, are you coming on to me?” Mulder chuckles as he snuggles closer to her, almost like a puppy or kitten. He’s wonderfully warm, she has to admit, but right now Scully wishes she could just push him away. His injury, of course, stops her from doing so.

“I was trying.” She mumbles under her breath, her fingers fumbling with the bullet. Mulder shifts against her, winces when he makes a wrong move, and then stares up at her. Definitely like a puppy.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mulder,” annoyance creeps into her voice, “Just… I’m just trying to start a fire.” Mulder chuckles again and she can’t take it anymore. The bullet slips through her fingers, bounces off Mulder’s head and lands somewhere in the grass, swallowed by darkness.

“Why is that so funny?” Scully doesn’t even try to find the bullet. Anger rises inside her, sizzling and hot. Without even realizing it, she grips Mulder’s bicep hard and he squeaks.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” He grumbles against her.

“I was trying the exact opposite – Mulder, why do you think I brought over cheese and wine to your hotel room earlier?” There’s rustling as he tries to get more comfortable. Scully stares at his head where his hair is sticking up from being pressed against her. She feels the strong need to run her fingers through it.

“I- I don't… know.”

“You don’t know.” Now she feels like grabbing his hair and hurting him. Just a little bit.

“Well… of course I know, Scully… I just…”

“You just what? It’s fine when you flirt with me, throw innuendoes around like candy and when I make a move-”

“A move?” Mulder tries to sit up and Scully puts her hand on his arm to stop him; he’s not supposed to move around. Talking like this in the darkness where they can be close without looking at each other, maybe it’s the perfect opportunity.

“When I was fighting my cancer, I- was angry at the injustice of it and its meaninglessness. But I was also angry with myself, Mulder. I’d dedicated my time to this cause, to our work, and I was barely paying attention to my life. To the relationships in it.”


“No, Mulder. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve spent time with my friends? My mom and I used to have dinner together once a week. Did you know that? I don’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

“I’m sorry that I-” Scully shakes her head unaware that Mulder can’ see it in the darkness, with his own head in her lap.

“It’s not you, Mulder. It’s not… I don’t want to turn my life around. I love it. I love the work – well, most of the time I do. Right now, I’d rather be anywhere else than here. When I was at home recuperating, I called a few of my old friends. I no longer have anything in common with most of them and at first I was sad, but then I realized something when I spoke to my friend Ellen. I think I told you about her once… it doesn’t matter. She made me realize the thing I talked about, what I was most passionate about, is the work. And…” Scully can no longer keep her hand away from Mulder’s hair and she runs her finger through it gently, reveling in its softness.


“And you, Mulder. She asked me if you were the same guy I once called a cute jerk,”


“Oh shut up, Mulder. I don’t remember calling you that, but of course it’s you. I thought I could… when you fled the room earlier-”

“I didn’t flee the room.” This time when he tries to sit up, Scully doesn’t stop him. He grimaces in pain, but soon he’s sitting next to her. His face is close, his eyes fixated on hers. She wonders if he can see the fear in hers now. All the courage she felt earlier when she knocked on his door, in all the moments that led to her big finish, must have been lost here in the forest, running from yet another monster.

“Well all right, I did flee the room but not because… it’s not because I don’t want it, Scully. I do want it.”

“You do.”

“Now, don’t sound so skeptical.” There’s a smile in his voice, she can hear it, and her eyes are adjusted enough to make it out, too, playing there around his lips. “It’s just…”

“Not the right time.” Scully whispers, finishing his thought. Of course it’s not. She may have beat her cancer, has won this battle against all odds, but they’re left with even more questions, more lies. This is not their time. “You need to get some rest, Mulder. Lie back down.” Forget I ever said anything, she thinks, and it hangs there in the air.

“In a moment.” He says, staring at her intently, as if trying to figure out a particular difficult puzzle. Scully is about to ask him what he’s doing when he leans forward and captures her lips. She gasps, opening her mouth, and his tongue tentatively teases inside. She kisses him back, her hand on his bicep, holding him there. Before the kiss gets out of hand, before they both forget that this is not the moment, not the time and place, Scully lets go of his lips. Mulder’s eyes are still closed and he looks stupidly happy, the pain and their whereabouts temporarily forgotten.

“Now lie back down.” Scully whispers with her face still so close to his that they’re sharing the same air. He nods as his eyes remain closed and she helps him snuggle against her. They’re quiet for a long moment, listening to the unknown sounds of the forest.

“Why don’t you sing… something.” Mulder, his voice exhausted, asks as he cuddles closer to her.

“Mulder, you don’t want me to sing. I can’t carry a tune.” And just like that, she thinks, they’re back where they always are. A kiss doesn’t change their course, doesn’t change who they are. It’s a beginning, a ray of sunshine after the storm, and before she can think about it, Scully finds herself singing to Mulder out here in the woods, against all odds.


“ Mesmerized. That is what it is called when you just drink in the sight of someone you desire. Her gaze wandered over his form as he walked. Shivers washed over her as she watched his hand drag through his hair as he walked,
teeth bit gently into her lower lip as the desire pooled deep in her belly and she felt hot all over. Oh she had fantasies, always dancing withing her mind. The feel of his lips against hers. How he would taste- The texture of his skin sliding over hers. The depth of his own need mirroring her own making his blue eyes darken with desire. I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him in the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him. The desire rages within. The need to run forth like those waves to touch the shore of him and run away is strong. Dreams filled with his touch, his kiss, his love.
Dare she ever reveal such a thing? No.
She had fear that held her back for she knew that this was more than likely one sided. It pained her to think this.
And so she writes. Wishes. Dreams. “

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anonymous asked:

au where david got amnesia after getting hit by the logs in ep 12 (i'm not sure if that would actually give someone amnesia in real life but imagine the angst)

“He’s going to be fine, Max. No need to worry.”

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semi-fic: Persona AU

This is a long post, saddle up for some cool stuff.

@dirkar and I have terrible ideas. By which I mean we have fucking incredible ideas. This is one of my favorite brainstorms I’ve ever been part of. Sadly, the both of us are too busy to turn this from roadmap into full fic, but also think it’d be a goddamn shame not to share what we have. Even though this is not a full traditional “fic”, I fucking love it.

Because what we have is a radical Persona AU, starring our babes, the Alphas.

This AU mixes elements of both P3 and P4.

  • The Midnight Channel exists.
  • But so do Evokers, the summoning tool from P3. Each Alpha has a personalized weapon they use as their Evoker:
    • Jane wields a very sharp fork with long tings. To summon her persona, she jams the tings into her arm.
    • Dirk has a sword, natch. To summon his persona, he inserts the blade into his chest, then whips it outward, Utena-style.
    • Roxy has bladed knuckles. To summon her persona, she flips them in her grip and slams the knuckles into her ribs like a deadly defibrillator.
    • Jake, of course, has a standard P3 Evoker in the shape of a gun. To summon his persona, he fires it at his temple.

Our setting for this story is quiet suburbia, where weird folktales like the Midnight Channel are pervasive. See, the story goes if you look into your TV at midnight on a rainy night, you will see your true love. The truth of what’s on the Midnight Channel is a little more sinister. It broadcasts a person, who then vanishes into the world of the TV, where they are trapped. They are held prisoner by their Shadow, the manifestation of their most shameful desires and fears.


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I wrote this because of an OTP prompt post that both @fangirlhani and @ultimate-fandom-freak tagged me in. (https://writingwife-83.tumblr.com/post/164725400063/otp-prompt) I had to agree it was adorable for sherlolly! When I mentioned it to @artbylexie she had the fun idea to make it from Mary’s POV. And honestly, we can never have too much Mary Watson added in our fics. ❤️ Enjoy! 

Mary rubbed her belly as her cab neared Baker St, giving her daughter a little nudge to hopefully shift that little foot away from her ribs. Not that there was a whole lot of alternatives at the moment, with only a few more weeks to go.

She finally arrived and made her way up the steps to 221B, huffing a bit along the way. And as she neared the door she had to stifle a laugh.

“No no, you have to stay in the box- no, in the box! There’s really nothing fascinating in my flat, I give you my word…well that’s not true I suppose.”

“Knock knock,” Mary sang out as she let herself in. “Well you certainly seem to have your hands full!”

There was Sherlock Holmes, the brilliant consulting detective, sitting on the floor of his flat…with a box full of kittens.

“If this is what it’s like to have children, you and John have my deepest sympathies,” he stated. “They absolutely never stop! They’re either trying to hide somewhere and end up getting stuck, or they’re climbing my furniture or leg with their tiny little razor claws, or they’re just mewing till my ears bleed.”

Mary listened to his ranting while carefully lowering herself to the floor to get a better look. Two black and white, one grey, and one orange kitten bumbled around the small cardboard box that Sherlock had set up with a blanket. They were the most adorable little things she’d ever seen!

“Ooh look at you, little lovey,” she cooed while lifting one of the black and white ones. “Oh gosh, I wish John wasn’t allergic!”

“Yes well the little girl down the street feels the same about her father,” Sherlock stated with a huff. “How is it that I’m now taking a missing mummy cat case from an eight year old which also turns into a babysitting job?”

“Because you couldn’t possibly say no to these fluffy faces!” Mary said with a laugh, holding the kitten out to him.

Sherlock sighed, but there was a little smile visible on his lips as he took the kitten in his hands and brought it in against his chest. The tiny kitten shoved its head against his shirt and made him wince while clinging to him with desperate little claws.

Mary was about to take out her mobile and snap a picture, but then something even better happened.

“Hi, Mary! Didn’t know you’d be here too.”

They both turned to see Molly standing in the doorway, grinning at the sight before her as she unwound the scarf from her neck and set her bag down.

“Yeah, I’m just stopping by to see them. Can’t stay for too long though,” Mary explained, giving her belly a little rub. “I’m meeting John for a OB visit in a half hour.”

Molly stopped short as she hung up her coat, obviously captivated while watching the scene on the floor. Mary couldn’t help but smirk happily to herself as she observed the soft look that had developed in Molly’s eyes. It was a welcomed change.

Things had been understandably frosty for a while between Molly and Sherlock. Ever since Sherlock’s bout with drugs, Molly’s broken engagement, and Sherlock killing a man…well, things had reached a bit of a boiling point. But it seemed that the ice that had developed between the two had slowly begun to crack and melt away of late. Mary was relieved, because to her it seemed a bit of a silly charade. She easily saw past the ice…and saw that ever burning fire.

Molly approached slowly, biting her lower lip and smiling a little. “Didn’t know you had such a soft spot,” she commented.

Sherlock still had the fuzzy kitten clutched securely against his chest and was gently scratching under its chin and behind its ears. His gaze shifted in mild embarrassment.

“Never said I did,” he replied in a far from convincing tone.

“Mm, the purring kitten tells a slightly different story,” Molly muttered, giving him a sideways glance as she strolled into the kitchen to open a couple cans of wet food and add some milk to loosen it.

“Nice of Molly to come help,” Mary commented with a nudge to Sherlock’s arm.

“Yes, well, she is helpful in this case. Cats are more…her area.”

Mary leaned in and whispered, “And whose area is she?”

Sherlock raised a brow in warning just before Molly began setting a couple small bowls down near the edge of the kitchen. The chorus of mewing began and Sherlock helped the rest of them out of the box so they could scurry over to begin greedily devouring their dinner.

“Oh look at them eating!” Mary sighed wistfully as she watched them clumsily gobble up their food. “I’d take them all home with me if I could.”

“It’s ok if you need to go,” Molly said to Sherlock as she crouched down to sit with them while they ate. “I’ll be fine here till you get back.”

Sherlock heard his mobile and took it out before he could answer, reading the screen for a moment.

“Ah. Seems one of my homeless network did find the mother a few blocks away. Or at least, a cat that looks like the picture of her. He’s bringing her by the flat in about twenty minutes. Might not be much of a case to solve after all,” he said, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he stood from the floor.

“Well I should really be off,” Mary announced and extended her hand for Sherlock to help her up as well. She was now especially determined to make herself scarce.

Molly stood along with them. “Oh right, well you probably don’t need me then, do you? I mean, if you’re not going out searching for the cat- Ooh!”

The grey kitten had abandoned the food bowl and started scaling the side of Molly’s trousers, anchoring itself with tiny claws.

“Oh, allow me,” Sherlock offered, leaning down to unhook the tiny lethal weapons from her clothing and instead handing the kitten to her.

Molly laughed and nuzzled the kitten’s nose with hers. “Am I fun to climb, hm? Do you love me now because I gave you yummy food?”

Another kitten headed for her leg and Mary smiled as Sherlock picked that one up before any damage could be done.

“No obligation of course,” he said after straightening up with the kitten snuggled against him, “but they do seem to like you so…you could certainly stay- that is, if you’d like.”

“Oh,” Molly chirped, her face lighting up visibly. “Well yeah, I suppose I could. I know they’ve eaten but I mean, if you haven’t maybe we could…get takeaway?”

Sherlock pursed his lips briefly in thought. “Chinese?”

“Chinese,” Molly agreed instantly with a little smile.

“I wish I could join you,” Mary bold faced lied. “But hey, let me know how things work out with the cat, ok?”

“I’ll text you,” Molly assured her. “And let us know how the check up goes!”

“Of course!” Mary agreed, hurrying her way through the door so that none of the tiny kittens would have time to try and follow. “Talk to you both later!”

Mary left the flat hearing Sherlock muttering about finding the takeaway menu and she grinned while descending the stairs. She gave her daughter a pat and spoke in hushed tones as she made her way outside.

“That, my darling little girl, were your future godparents. Did you know that? They’re lovely, aren’t they? A bit of a mess sometimes, I know…but only in the best sort of way. And besides, you’re mummy is hardly one to judge!” she said with a laugh while raising her arm to hail a passing cab.

As the cab came to a stop, she looked down at her belly and added, “I wonder how much longer it’ll take them to admit they’re hopelessly in love!”

75 - “Mind if I join you?” Drabble Challenge: 150 prompts (Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi)

Genre: smut
Word count: 1046
Contains: well, threesome, dirty talk, mentions of anal, oral sex, overstimulation. Enjoy!

Kim Taehyung’s night out was shit. His life was even shittier (but if you would ask him, he would flash you that special panty-dropping smile of his and tell you softly that everything is so perfectly fine), his girlfriend cheated on him with Minho, his co-worker. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, the bar he always gets a discount in doesn’t work today.

His suit is still on, tight and uncomfortable, the collar is choking him, and damn, even his feet feel swollen and ankles bloated.

He lives on the goddamn 5th floor.


And the elevator, as expected, was being repaired at the moment. He climbs up the first flight, not bothering to look twice at the piece of paper that made him even more bitter than he actually was. He huffs as he arrives to the door, and finally slips home.

Fucking finally.

He hopes his roomate, Yoongi, is still out with his angel of a girlfriend, not a cheating bitch who would let Minho fuck her on his own table after six months of re-

He stops at the treshold of their room. Hushed moans and grunts are to be heard from the room, alight only by the bedside lamps and a few candles. The heady aroma makes his head spin. He sees the sleek silhouette of his roomate, and his girlfriend.

God fucking damnit.

She’s bouncing on top of him, and there’s something delicious about the sound of his dick going in and out of her, the squelch so fucking enticing, that Tae just doesn’t know what posseses him, he unzips his pants and humps his palm like a dog in heat. Shit, those little moans and Yoongi’s dirty mouth, shit, he is so good at dirty talk. His girlfiend was too much of a stuck-up person to try anything other than missionary, but damn, Tae was a freak.

He is jerking off to the sound or Y/N softly rolling her hips against Yoongi’s, shit, she was so wet it echoed through the room-


Yoongi is stern, a true dominant, Tae thinks. He doesn’t notice he has stopped, too.

“Tae, would you care to come in?” Yoongi’s voice is warm and inviting, but Tae is frozen, slowly tucking his dick back into his boxers.

He chuckles softly at Tae’s hesitation, “Come on, Tae. Minho texted me some crap, and I know you had a bad day. And I’ve always wanted to spice things up with Y/N…”

He enters after that request, feeling only slightly brave.

Y/N has shrunk, perhaps shy, curled into Yoongi completely. Tae gulps. Why the fuck is he so nervous? He’s had some threesomes before. Well, drunk, but still threesomes.

“Mind if I join you?” Tae asks for her consent.

“No, I don’t mind.” She is whispering, eyes boring into Taehyung’s.

“Then it’s all okay. Baby, weren’t you moaning to me nights before that you wanted two cocks inside you?” Yoongi wastes no time as he exposes his girlfriend in ways other that ridding her of clothes.

Fuck. Taehyung felt as he would come in his pants, right now. Some soft keens are elicited from Y/N, and Yoongi pays it no mind as he strokes her thighs open, her pussy wet with her own lubrication and Yoongi’s come.

Tae finds himself enchanted by the way her legs fall open – her mouth open in a silent scream when Yoongi stimulates her clit, which is already aflame with pleasure. As Taehyung strips, she rises to her feet, settling on all fours at the edge of the bed and perks her ass for Yoongi.

“Oh, you naughty slut. You couldn’t have waited for somebody else’s dick to fuck you, hm? Now, now. You will get your slutty little mouth fucked by Tae, hm? Do you want that?” Yoongi is all growls and raspy, breathy whispers. Y/N is slicking her thighs ny now. This must excite her so much… Tae’s dick is finally free as he pulls it out. It’s long and thick, as long as Yoongi’s, but thicker. It’s curved devilishly, and Y/N moans at the sight of it.

“Hm, you like his cock, don’t you? Don’t you? Answer me.”

“Yes… master.”

Shit. Taehyung thinks that this will be the best day of his life.

“Ah, yes. Good girl. Tonight, me and Taehyung are your masters. Tonight, me and Taehyung will get to ruin you. Tonight, me and Taehyung are going to make you come so many times you will be begging – no – screaming for us to stop. We will be lucky if we just get noise complaints.”

She shrudders really hard at this, her whole body shaking.

“Tae. Wanna explain what we’ll do to her?”

“Fuck yes.” He walks over to the bed, settling inbetween Y/N’s thighs. He is now in his element, Y/N’s blushing spurring him on. “Baby girl, we would fuck your each hole at least two times, and we would just use you like that, until you were ready to burst. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” She nods, and Tae’s satisfaction is suddenly unimaginable. “Mmm, I knew you were a good little bitch. You would even be gagged for one round, so you give the poor neighbours a break, huh? Then we would probably try to stretch you enough so we can both enter your pussy at once baby girl, huh? Would you like that?”


“Yes kitten?”

“Master… fuck me, please…”

“Hmm, should we grant her wish Yoongi?” Smug Tae comes out to play, Y/N’s juices trickling down her soft thigs when she clenches around nothing.

“I think we should. She has been a very good girl. You wanna take her ass, Tae?” Yoongi caresses Y/N’s face, gentle yet stern, always letting her know that she can back out.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

They position each other properly, Yoongi at her mouth, and Tae rubbing her ass. His big hands rub at the fleshy globes, marveling at how pliant and willing she is.

“Baby, safewords.” Yoongi is carrying this out in the way it should be.

“Master, it’s ‘little mouse’ or 3 slaps on your shoulder if I have something in my mouth.”

“Good girl,” he nods to Tae. “Let us begin.”

chasingnar-gles said: Can I make a request for an au-ish one shot? Where SO is older than Shouto (not really a big age difference, maybe like 2-5 years?) and SO used to be like Shouto’s big sister when they were younger but Shouto had to go away, and before the two of them gets separated lil Shouto promises to marry SO one day, but SO doesnt take it seriously. Then after years of no contact, Shouto returns and actually makes good on what he promised to SO hahahahha


I know it took ages to get to this point.. but thank you for the WONDERFUL request! Some of what we talked about way back are in here, but I changed a few things to make the one shot flow better.

Went crazy with the warnings, since all of them are important for this. ;)

Warnings: AU, 3-4 year age difference, short SO, fem SO, timeskips, spoilers for Todoroki’s family, spoilers for Sports Festival Arc.

He was five when he’d met you in the countryside.

Todoroki shyly tugged at the hem of his mother’s dress, hiding behind her legs, his eyes fixed on the little girl in the park holding up a kitten to her face, smiling as it stared down at her innocently. Todoroki had never held a kitten before. He wondered what it felt like to have its soft fur between his fingers and hear its tiny meow up close.

Todoroki’s mother bent down to rest her hands on top of his. “What is it, Shouto?” she asked gently, and Todoroki turned his head from the girl to his mother, then back to the girl, before looking at the grass beneath his feet, bangs brushing over his eyes.

“C-can I play with them, Mom?” he asked, balling up his fists, waiting for her to tell him no, just as she had those other times he’d asked to play with someone, and every time, Todoroki was always hopeful that it’d be different.

After a silent minute, he looked up from the grass, following his mother’s gaze to the girl. It lingered there for a moment, then returned to him, along with a smile.

“Only for a little bit, okay?” his mother said with some warning in her voice as she squeezed his hands lightly with her own, stressing how important it was that he listen.

Todoroki’s eyes widened. He nodded quickly, moving in to hug his mother, and wrapped his short arms around her, before taking off in the direction of the girl with the kitten.

When she noticed him, the girl set the kitten down.

Todoroki was panting by the time he reached her, bending over and trying to catch his breath. Once he could finally talk, he beamed at the girl, his head raised.

“Can I play with you?”

The girl grinned. “Sure!”

The kitten near her feet meowed with her, as though it agreed, but if it was actually protesting, Todoroki couldn’t know.

He sat on the grass with the girl on her opposite side. The kitten was between them, walking freely up to Todoroki to nuzzle his knee, which made him feel like the happiest boy in the park, if just briefly.

With his right hand, he petted the kitten’s head. “I wish dad would let me pet you,” he told it sadly, and using the same hand, Todoroki placed a palm on the ground, freezing strands of grass until they were covered with frost.

“Dad?” the girl asked, curious. She pulled the kitten away when it tried licking the frost, before poking the frost herself with a finger, gasping at its coldness.

Todoroki frowned. “He doesn’t let me pet dogs or cats or anything,” he grumbled, closing his left hand into a fist, then opening it, releasing little sparks he’d made with his quirk.

There was another gasp, and the little girl was waving one of her arms side to side, causing bubbles to seemingly pour out of it. She only stopped waving once they were surrounded by a decent amount of them.

Todoroki shook his head when a bubble popped against his cheek. “Your quirk is… bubbles?” he asked, amazed. He popped a few that were about to hit him.

“Yeah, but it’s not as cool as yours,” the girl said as the last of the bubbles popped. “You have ice and fire!”

Todoroki petted the kitten again, now settled next to his leg, curled up with its eyes closed. “Is this your kitten?” he asked, not really wanting to talk about his quirk.

You didn’t seem to mind. “No, my neighbor’s! My mom says they’re on vacation and can’t bring a kitten with them.” The girl tilted her head and looked behind Todoroki, pointing a finger. “She’s right there.”

Todoroki turned around and saw some woman—your mother—talking to his.

He pointed to his mother. “That’s mine,” he said.

His mother waved a hand for him to come over, and Todoroki’s face fell. He knew that wave meant he had to go home, but he didn’t want to. He was having a lot of fun with the girl whose name, he just realized, he didn’t know yet.

Todoroki waved at his mother, shouting, “I’m coming Mom!” He then looked to the girl just as she was picking up the kitten.

“I’m Todoroki Shouto,” he said, getting up. “What’s your name?”

…The little girl was you.

Todoroki and his mother had gone back to that park a couple more times.

He’d seen you again for most of them, though without the kitten, now with your neighbors. He was so sure you were his best friend, but when he’d said that to his mother, she’d just patted him on the head and smiled. Todoroki was too young to see how nervous she was, and he’d never asked why his father wasn’t with them.

Todoroki sat with you on the steps of the convenience store, his knees knocking against yours every once in a while, as he held the blue popsicle in his right hand, the right side of him keeping it from melting. It was a much happier sight compared to you and your popsicle, already dripping over your hand from the summer heat.

You made a face when another drop hit your fingers. “This melts too fast,” you complained, before biting a chunk off the popsicle.

Todoroki pulled back from taking a bite of his own, feeling bad that his popsicle wasn’t in the same shape as yours was, literally.

“Want me to ice it?” he offered, kind of hoping that you did. Todoroki liked using his quirk around you because you’d always marvel at the ice or fire he’d make, and he was getting better at using his quirk, every day.

You shook your head, moving your popsicle away from your mouth.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, then smiled cheekily at Todoroki. “I can just buy another one, right?”

Todoroki smiled too, despite feeling disappointed. “Yeah.” He bit into his popsicle again, immediately squeezing his eyes shut. His other hand came up to press against the side of his forehead. “Too cold…!”

He heard you laugh beside him and glared at you, although he didn’t really mean it, and he didn’t hesitate in turning down your offer of switching popsicles (“too cold” for “melty”). But Todoroki was all for competing to see which of you spotted the most cicadas in the park.

“Okay, you win,” you said, giving up, and Todoroki was slightly bothered by his easy win. He had good eyes, but you hadn’t focused too hard at spotting cicadas. And if he’d lost, he’d be unhappy.

“What do you want? A red popsicle?” you asked, standing up to smooth out your dress.

Todoroki thought about it as he sat, then stood up as well, facing you as tall as he could, even though you were (annoyingly) taller than him.

“I want to marry you!” he said, doing his best to be as confident as All Might.

You stared open-mouthed at him then, before laughing. “You’re so cute,” you gushed, picking up the two popsicle sticks lying on the top of the steps.

“No, I’m not!” Todoroki protested. “I’m going to marry you,” he said, voice lowering as he tried hiding his embarrassment. He saw you smile at him.


Todoroki nodded. “Promise!”

Holding back another laugh, you walked into the convenience store, with Todoroki going after you, frustrated that you didn’t seem to believe him.

The next time he saw you… Todoroki had bandages wrapped around the left side of his face.

He’d run from the men his father had looking after him, his father acting as if nothing had changed and that Todoroki could simply move on from what—who—was now missing from his life.

He’d ran to the park where he’d met you, farther away from his father’s men.

Todoroki didn’t know where else to go or who else he wanted to talk to, besides you, and he found you there again, sitting against a large tree. Your mother was talking to other people in another area of the park.

The smile you gave him disappeared when you noticed his bandages, but you didn’t say anything about them, letting Todoroki sit next to you, the breeze pushing against his bandages a little.

“Where’s your mom?” you asked, looking around the park for her.

“She’s not here,” Todoroki said flatly. He pulled his legs up, burying his face in them.

Neither of you talked for a few minutes, until Todoroki lifted his head, staring ahead distantly. 

“I’m moving.”

You turned to Todoroki immediately. “Moving where?” you asked, sounding shocked.

Todoroki didn’t want to see your hurt expression.

He left you under the shade of the tree and ran, fighting back the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

…He regretted how he’d parted with you, until his regret turned into a dull ache he’d feel whenever he thought back to that day.

Todoroki had tried more than once to ignore the feeling or reason with himself. He’d been five-years-old at the time and considering what had happened to him and his mother… but if he’d just asked for more than your name, such as what you wanted to be when you were older, or which hero academy you wanted to go to.

But he supposed he was looking at the answer to that second question, when he and Midoriya had arrived outside the teachers’ room, carrying boxes they’d been asked to deliver to Sensei there.

In the hallway were hanging pictures of former students of Yuuei, none Todoroki had ever met—he’d thought that, at first. One of the pictures was of a small group of students with a girl that he, at second glance, knew had to be you, although he could barely recognize you and the familiar classroom of Class 1-C, General Studies.

Todoroki had imagined before what you could’ve looked like as an older version of yourself, but he didn’t expect you to be like… this… and this was an older picture of you in your first year at Yuuei… Who knew what you were like now? He certainly didn’t, and it brought about a different kind of ache within him than the dull one he was used to feeling.

He’d come this close to seeing you again, but you’d already graduated from Yuuei.

You wouldn’t be coming back, not unless things with you had settled down, and you’d found a job or entered college. Even then, you could be too busy to visit the hero academy you’d only recently graduated from.

If Todoroki were a year older or you a year younger…

He looked away from the picture of the small group, feeling as if the weight of the box he was carrying had doubled.


Todoroki’s eyes snapped to Midoriya, who stood nearby, carrying his own box.

“What?” Todoroki asked, irritated.

“Did you know someone that went here, in General Studies?” Midoriya asked, peering at the picture Todoroki had just been looking at, most likely searching for the reason why Todoroki had been so distracted all of a sudden.

“No,” Todoroki lied.

Without checking to see if Midoriya had stopped admiring the hanging pictures, Todoroki continued walking with his box to the door of the teachers’ room. Now, he was too far away for Midoriya to read his face.

He didn’t like that Midoriya had been the one to see his rare show of emotion, but it was miles better than the entire class, Sensei included, seeing it instead. He couldn’t spend the rest of his morning in the hallway. He and Midoriya had the boxes to deliver to the teachers’ room.

Todoroki heard the footsteps of Midoriya behind him.

Speaking of teachers… he was almost completely sure that there was something between All Might and Midoriya that went beyond teacher and student… but what?

He had the upcoming sports festival to confront Midoriya about it, then prove to his father he could make do without using his left side.

If he did, if he won it all, Todoroki hoped you would be watching.

“She’ll be with you in just a few minutes,” the woman at the door said, after apologizing to Todoroki for the third time, her face flushed as she quietly shut the door, leaving Todoroki alone inside the office to wait.

When he’d entered the building earlier, he hadn’t intended to cause such a scene, but given that he was a pro-hero, it was probably inevitable that he did. Everyone had been surprised when they saw him, then a second later were welcoming Todoroki, apologizing for the pause.

Most of them, however, were curious as to what the hero Shouto could want from an office building that had no ties whatsoever to any pro-heroes or hero organizations, which led to Todoroki vaguely explaining what he was there for and being taken to the office he was currently in.

Your office.

He walked around the room, too nervous to sit in the chair across from your desk, and for Todoroki, it was unusual for him to be this nervous. But today, it was impossible not to be. He was going to see you again, but would you recognize him? Would you want to talk to him? What would you even talk about?

If he kept this up, he was going to have to use that right side of his on himself to cool calm down.

Todoroki forced himself to focus on the spines of the books on your bookcase.

He was on his sixth title when the door opened.

“I’m sorry for the wait—!” a voice said, before inhaling sharply. “…Todoroki?”

Todoroki’s heart quickened at the soft voice, and he turned, meeting your startled gaze.

“Senpai,” he greeted, hesitantly taking a step towards you as the door to your office closed.

“I can’t believe it,” You broke into a smile. “You’re so tall now!” you exclaimed, crossing the room to get a closer look at him. “You always did look tall on TV!”

“You… watch me on TV?” Todoroki asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” You nodded, looking proud. “I think everyone here is sick of hearing it, but I can’t help but brag about the little kid I met in the countryside that’s now this famous pro-hero. And he’s on the news every week.”

“ …I always knew you’d become a great hero someday, Shouto,” you teased, using Todoroki’s hero name, which for the moment, he was ignoring was his hero name. It was still his first, and he rather liked you saying it…

“So, did you meet anyone over the years?”

Todoroki might’ve been too quick with his response, but he was honest.

“No,” he said, looking away sheepishly. “There’s no one.” His voice was softer now.

Suddenly, he felt a hand pat his head, and his eyes were on you again. You were standing closer to him with an arm outstretched. It was a bit silly, if you took into account the height difference between the two of you, but comforting, nonetheless.

“Don’t be a workaholic, Todoroki, okay?” you warned lightly. “…You’ll find someone.”

“You have the looks for it,” you joked, taking your hand away from his head.

It wasn’t enough for him to go by, but Todoroki didn’t see you wearing a ring, and you’d sounded like you were speaking from personal experience… Too much work to date. But it wasn’t like that for him. He’d found someone, a long time ago.

He couldn’t take your advice.

“Senpai,” Todoroki started, but he was a second too late. You were already talking.

“Do you remember when we first met? I had that kitten, and you were so happy to pet it. I always thought—”

Todoroki interrupted you then. Only instead of Senpai, he called you by your first name.

You went red, at a loss.

Todoroki took it as his chance to continue.

“I made you a promise,” he said, “…about marrying you.” 

He’d tried keeping his voice steady, but years of being apart had a way of making even him have trouble getting his emotions under control.

Todoroki watched as your eyes widened at the memory. “You still remember that?” you asked.

“I want to keep it,” Todoroki said, firm, and unlike his younger self… he was more confident about this than anything else.

You spent the next moment searching his eyes, then asked him to lean down, mumbling something about being too short.

Todoroki did so, confused 

…until soft lips pressed against his.

anonymous asked:

If requests are open, could you write about how Tae and Yoongi would react if they saw a girl helping a stray kitten, like feeding it and stuff? (It sounds kinda random, but that's how me and my boyfriend met and it's our 3rd anniversary today so I'm all giddy and mush :3) Oh, and I looooove~ everything you do, keep it up pup! ^^

Oh my happy anniversary!! That’s so amazing, I wish you guys more happy years together. <3 And thank you! I’m glad you do!


Taehyung would find it completely adorable! I’m pretty sure he’s an animal lover from the countless videos we’ve seen him playing around with dogs and cats (he has both for pets I believe). And to see this girl, feeding and caring for a kitten would just make him stop and stare for a while… just before the sweetest smile makes its way to his lips, lighting up his entire face.

He’d approach her and ask whether it was her cat and when she says it’s not, the more Taehyung would find her fascinating because not only was she a lover of cats but she happens to have the biggest of hearts too apparently since it’s not even her own pet that she’s feeding.

“What’s your name?” He’d ask and when she answers with a smile, Taehyung knows they were going to be good friends.

(Maybe even more, who knows?)


Yoongi has the cutest pet dog (just wanted to put it out there) so I’m not really sure how he is with cats. Although, seeing a girl feeding a stray kitten would make him stop and his face would scrunch up in confusion because a. why are you feeding stray cats when you know they’re just going to end up coming back for more? And b. it can have rabies for all we know. 

“You really shouldn’t do that, you know?” He’d blurt out and the girl looks up at him in surprise. Her sudden movement made the cat run away and she sighed sadly.

“Now you’ve done it.” She mumbled in annoyance before standing up and brushing her jeans.

“Excuse me?”

“Do I know you?”

“No.” He says flatly. “But I’m just saying you shouldn’t be feeding stray cats. They’re just going to keep coming back and well they’re not safe–”

“Not safe?”

“They could have rabies.” He says a matter of fact and the girl just stares at him before shrugging.

“It looked hungry. I just wanted to give it something.”

At her answer, Yoongi softens up and he actually feels his heart melt a little.

Maybe more than he liked to admit.

“Hmm. Just… be careful I guess.” He shrugs before turning away from her and walking ahead.

They don’t see each other till two days later when Yoongi finds (well more like he purposely took the longer route to the dorm, hoping to catch the girl again) her on the same spot feeding what looked like the same cat.

“Told you it’ll come back.” He smirks and the girl looks up in surprise before standing up abruptly.

“You again.” She says, but there was a smile playing across her mouth.

“Me again.” Yoongi replies and smiles back.

And let’s just say that was the beginning of something… :) 

Originally posted by mn-yg

lol that was a nice title for a story… “You Again” or “Me Again” hahaha I’m taking that down for future reference. Hope you enjoyed that reaction!

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Spider-Man: Homecoming

I don’t think I really mentioned how much I really enjoyed Spider-Man: Homecoming. 

I know I’m a little late to the party but yeah I truly enjoyed it, I’m going to give it some time before I declare it’s my “favorite” but I think it’s up there and I figured I should but down some reasons why.

1) Diversity. In and of itself having a diverse cast doesn’t make a good movie. However for someone who grew up with an endless stream of early 2000s love letters to New York City, like Friends, Sex in the City, Will & Grace, and indeed the original Spiderman movies that took place in a seemingly fictional all white NYC, it was shocking (in a good way) to see the real life New York in all it’s multicultural multiracial glory, with Peter often the only white person in frame in the halls of his high school. 

2) Peter is not a fuckboy. It would be all too easy and all to predictable for the writers and the director to pull the tired and deeply creepy Superhero trope of the hero manipulating the fact their love interest has feelings for their hero identity. Even though it’s put out there that Liz has feelings for Spider-Man, Peter actively resists using Spider-Man to get the girl. The temptation is there of course but he understands even in his hormonal brain that it’s not the right thing to do. In fact he decides against becoming Spider-Man at Liz’s party to impress her and is going to go in after Flash bullies him, and in part to make Ned “cool” in the eyes of their peers. 

3) Peter feels real. It’s never bluntly stated in weepy monologue or anything but there’s a real relatable teenage desperation throughout Tom Holland’s Spider-Man. He wants to do something important, be someone, in part because he’s a loser and a nerd, in part you sense a need to get out of his apartment because it’s too painful, and in part because he’s a teenager and everything feels so immediate at that age. Likewise when he’s trapped under the warehouse roof you get the sense this is the first time he really gets it, it’s a tried trope that teenagers think they’re indestructible but they do in a way, and in that moment Peter realizes that Tony was right and he has been playing a dangerous adult game with very real risks.

4) Vulture translated well. Like with a lot of heroes dreamed up in Sliver Age of comics Spider-Man’s main villains have always been a little campy, colorful and goofy. While heroes like Batman have made their villains darker and more serious Spider-Man (and the Flash) never really have. Which has always made translating them onto the big screen a bit of a problem. Homecoming delivered a Vulture who’s character design was a terrifying nightmare (highlighting that Peter is really a child in a big scary world he doesn’t understand) while Michael Keaton gives an equal parts creepy and relatable Toomes. We get why he does what he does and can’t say if put in his shoes we wouldn’t do the same thing.

5) Tony’s behavior is understandable. Is Tony a bad dad/dick in this film? yeah yeah he is, but he’s also busy clearly shown as keeping too many balls in the air and in his very Tony way he’s guilty. We can see that Tony clearly brought Peter into this hero stuff in a fit of bad judgement and he knows it and also has no idea how to get this kid to quit the drug that is heroing. 

6) Peter comes off as a teenager and it’s not condescending. This is a rarity, but Peter’s glued to his phone, very high school vibe and character are both pitch perfect teenager but also show real affection for generation Z. GenZ and their older Millennial siblings are so often treated as the downfall of everything because they love social media and smart phones it is a breath of fresh air to see a movie look at them and say “The Kids are alright” 

7) The supporting characters are a revelation. We’ve seen Spider-man’s cast brought to the big screen twice already and it’s a nice to see a movie that knows Peter is a nerd/geek. Ned is a big part of that. It’s also nice to see Aunt May given some personality. In comics and the past two movie versions Aunt May has been a personalitiless widowed catholic grandma worrying and making soup. Here she has a personality a sense of humor, the worry for Peter is there but she’s not sitting in a corner praying or something. Also MJ, starting in the comics MJ was a sex kitten, wish fulfillment dream girl for Peter, here, she’s not here for him, she makes fun of him, but I also like that the movie doesn’t do the “they act like they hate each other because they’re in love!” BS, sure she teases Peter but she doesn’t hate him and he doesn’t hate her. 

8) no Uncle Ben, no Spider. Like I said we’ve had two major Spiderman movie franchises already, Spider-Man in and of himself has always been one of the most popular of superheroes. We don’t need to see the origin all over again. Homecoming manages to skip the trap BvS fell into and we never see either the Spider or the death of Uncle Ben, indeed he’s never even mentioned. Nor does he need to be, we feel him in the worry between Aunt May and Peter when Peter got “fired”. We’re not told but shown Peter’s feels about making May worry, and the damage that Ben’s death has done to May all without having to hamfistedly throw his name around. 

Any ways those are my reasons, I think Homecoming should serve as how to do a reboot of a franchise that’s maybe been around too many times. The energy and feel are so different it can be a little hard to remember that there were other Spider-man movies or that they’re related. Tom is clearly the most endearing and interesting Peter Parker and I’ll go out on a limb and say Spider-Man as well, I want more of his story and not just as part of the wider MCU. That might be my main issue, I know I’m unlikely to see this Spider-man in as many solo movies as I’d like It’d be great to have movies kinda like the Netflix shows where we all know they’re in the MCU and we mention things from it but mainly it’s just about the character in question and not tying his stuff to the wider story arch.