i wonder if it will crawl back out

What else do you love about me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.

Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is 


“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side. 

“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.

I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,” 

“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.

“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”

“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.

I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,” 

Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,” 

“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.

“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.

“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.

“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.

“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.

“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”

“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.

“To be discussed,”

Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.

“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.

“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.

“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,” 

“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.

“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”

“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.

“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.

“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.

“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.

“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,” 

“Y/n,” he laughs, shaking his head at me. 

“Its okay, apparently it kills you anyway,”

master-sass-blast  asked:

Right. So. Might be mildly addicted to your 'Gods and Monsters' series. Definitely need an intervention, but I'll prolly ignore that anyway, so... anyway, can you do something with Zeus and Hera? I've always thought it was massively whack that the goddess of fidelity was with --according to Greek mythos--one of the biggest adulterers on Olympus. Definitely smelling a bit of an abusive relationship there, if you catch my drift... okay byeeeee

Hera, the young goddess of marriage and family, is only unfaithful to her husband once.

She seduces Zeus first, right as the war ends and they’re all pain and ash and thrumming with the excitement of victory. She smiles just so and touches his bloody chest, her hand pale against the dark copper of his skin and, and when he looks at her his eyes spark with the lightning he so easily commands. She is named his wife that very night, her body littered with bruises from his rough, eager hands, and she tells herself the bile at the back of her throat tastes like victory.

She is queen of the gods. This is what she wants.

They’ve all claimed their domains and gone their separate ways, Demeter to the earth, Hades to the underworld, and Hestia to Olympus where they plan to build their palace. But Poseidon still lingers. “Don’t you have an ocean to conquer?” she asks.

He looks at her, then behind her to where Zeus is busy sketching plans for Olympus. “You don’t have to do this,” he says softly, “you – you can come with me if you want. Or I’m sure Hades would take you.”

Hera has no time for Poseidon and his soft heart. “I will only belong to the best,” she says, tossing her head so her crown of curls fall over her shoulder. “You should go. You have work to do.”

“There are more important things than power,” he says uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot.

“No,” she says, “there aren’t.”

~

Hera would not mind Zeus’s women so much if they were not constantly giving him children, something she has been unable to do.

She is an obedient wife. She does not turn her powers against him, and she’s tolerant of his mortals at first, but the longer she is empty of child the less patience she has. How can she be the goddess of family without one of her own?

Her spite gets in her way, and she hurls every kind of obstacle and curse she can at the woman her husband lies with. At first he is angry with her, and bruises litter her throat and wrists. Then, as her wrath and powers grow, he is afraid of her. He watches her warily, sneaking to the mortal realm when before he wouldn’t even try to hide it. He submits when she pins him to the bed and rides him hard, desperate for a child of his, desperate to fulfill the perfect image of wife and mother she’s built for herself.

No matter her magic, no matter how many times they lie together, Hera does not get with child.

She goes to Hestia, and her sister presses a hand to her stomach and purses her lips and says, “Must it be his child?”

Hera stares. She’s the goddess of marriage and family. She is not capable of infidelity. “I – I can’t.”

“Just once,” Hestia says, “the problem is not with you, nor with him, clearly. Only the combination of you both. Lie with any other man, and you will have your child.”

So Hera, just once, puts on a disguise and goes to the mortal realm. She finds a man with skin darker than Zeus’s, a rich warm brown that matches his soft eyes. She lies with him, and it hurts. He is kind and patient and kisses the edge of her jaw, her shoulders, her navel. But to be unfaithful grates against her very nature as a goddess, and every moment is agony. He finishes, his mouth whispering kind things against her own, and she leaves as soon as she can.

It works. She becomes round with child, and is happier than she’s been in a long time. She does not mind Zeus’s mortals, and he even becomes kinder while the baby grows inside of her. His hands become softer, and he spends less time away from Olympus.

The baby is born, and Zeus is furious.

The child is too dark to be his, and he tears it from Hera’s hands while she lies exhausted from the birth. “What do you care?” she cries, struggling to stand, “You have dozens of children. What does it matter if I have one?”

He holds the baby in one hand and grabs her jaw with the other, pulling her to her knees. “You are my wife,” he hisses, “the goddess of marriage and family. You will have my child, or no child at all.”

He throws the baby from Mount Olympus. Hera screams, pushing herself away from him and attempting to jump after it. Zeus catches her around the waist, and with a crackle of power and roar of rage, he sends a lightning bolt after the baby.

The child may have survived the fall, but not the lightning.

“NO!” Hera screeches, clawing at his arm as she struggles to escape his grasp. Normally she’s not this helpless against him, but delivering her baby has left her weaker than she’s ever been before.

He presses the flat of his hand against her swollen womb, adding pressure until she cries out in pain and tries to squirm away from him. “My child,” he repeats, voice low and terrible, “or no child at all.”

He lets her go, and she collapses, grasping out a hand over the edge of Olympus. But the blood between her thighs is still wet, and she can’t find the energy to stand. She wonders if she’ll have to crawl down the mountain to retrieve her baby’s corpse.

“Sister!” Soft hands grab her shoulder and gently roll her onto her back. Hestia’s face fills her vision, and Hera has never seen the older goddess of hearth and fire look so cold. “I’ll kill him,” she says, hands hovering over Hera like she’s not sure where to begin. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would happen, I didn’t think he would – I didn’t think.”

Hera curls on her side until she can place her head in her sister’s lap. She’s not sobbing anymore, she’s never been one to fall into hysterics, but she can’t stop crying, a steady stream of tears dripping silently down her face. Hestia runs trembling hands through her hair. “Don’t,” she whispers, “I did this, this is my fault. I – I should have known better.”

Hestia’s hand cup her face, leaning over so she can look her in the eye. “This is not your fault.”

Her sister stands and picks her up in her arms. Hera tries to tell her to put her down, that Zeus will be angry if she leaves, that she did this to herself. But she falls unconscious before she can get any of it out.

~

Hera awakens someplace soft and warm. She opens her eyes, and she’s inside Hades’s palace. Her confusion lasts only until her memories come rushing back, and then she has to bite her lip until it bleeds to stop herself from crying out.

“Hestia brought you here. She’s returned to Olympus to cover for you both. Do not worry – Zeus doesn’t know where you are.” She turns her head, and sees the goddess of magic at her side. Hecate smiles, “I have mended you, do not worry. All is well.”

All is not well. That statement is so far from true, and her instant urge is to crush Hecate to dust for the audacity. Before she can make up her mind one way or the other, there’s a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal her elder brother. “I have something that belongs to you,” he says, and Here focuses on the bundle in the crook of his elbow.

Her baby’s corpse. She’s relieved someone thought to get it. Her heart feels like lead, and all the control she’d had over her emotions is gone instantly. She hopes they’ll leave her alone to hold the body of her child and weep.

Hades gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, and Hecate rises to help Hera prop herself up so she’s at least sitting. “He’s a strong little thing,” Hades says, and Hera doesn’t understand.

Then a warm, wriggling baby is placed in her arms. He’s got great big eyes and his mouth splits into a toothless grin when he sees her. “He’s alive,” she says numbly.

“Not without sacrifice,” Hecate says softly, and reaches over to undo the blanket he’s swaddled in.

Her son has no legs below his knees.

“Zeus’s lightning bolt didn’t kill him, but we cannot return what was lost,” Hades says, pained. “When he’s older, maybe we can do something, give him something in place of legs. But for now, there’s nothing I can do.”

The king of the underworld is the most powerful god after her husband. Hera knows that, even if Zeus doesn’t. If Hades can’t do anything about her son’s legs, then no can. But he’s alive, Zeus didn’t manage to kill him, and Hera finds herself so grateful that she’s holding a smiling, living child that she can’t be anything but relieved. Her son is alive, and happy. He doesn’t need legs.

“I can’t bring him back to Olympus,” she looks up at them, “Can you find someone to raise him? Someone you trust?”

She doesn’t trust anyone, so it can’t be her choosing.

“You’re going back to him?” Hecate demands, “Hestia said – but I thought for sure – you don’t have to! Don’t go back to him!”

“I must,” she holds her son to her chest, and he reaches out with chubby hands to tug at her hair. “I am the goddess of marriage, and he is my husband.”

Hecate stares, aghast. “Don’t – don’t, Hera. Please. Stay here. Hades will protect you.”

She looks up at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow. He would protect her, he would put himself in between her and Zeus’s wrath if she asked him to. But she won’t, and she thinks he knows it. She says, “I am Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. I am the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. I am Hera, queen of the gods.” She looks down at her son, and her heart clenches, because for now a title that cannot be afforded to her is that of mother. “I will not abandon my dominion, nor my husband. I will return to Mount Olympus.”

“But you don’t love him,” Hecate says helplessly.

Hera stares, baffled that anyone could think her marriage had anything to do with love. “Of course not. But this isn’t about love. It’s about power.”

The goddess of magic swallows, then says, “I will raise him.”

Even Hades is surprised by that. “Hecate?”

“I will raise him,” she repeats, “He will stay with me, safe in the underworld where Zeus cannot find him, until he’s old enough and strong enough to protect himself.”

“Thank you,” Hera says, and lowers her head enough to kiss the top of her son’s head. “Tell him that I’m the one that threw him from Olympus.” When she looks up, Hades is resigned while Hecate looks on in horror. “Tell him, tell everyone. I gave birth to a hideous son, and I threw him from Olympus. His legs were crushed in the fall. I did this. Zeus tried to stop me, but could not.”

“Why?” Hecate asks.

Hera smiles down at her son, her heart full with a helpless sort of love. “So that when he ventures from the safety of the underworld, Zeus will have no reason to hurt him. So that when he comes to Olympus, Zeus will be unable to hurt him without explaining he was the one that tried to kill him in the first place.” She runs the back of her finger down his cheek, and he grabs it, his little fist holding onto her. “Blame me, and he will be safe.”

Hecate looks like she wants to argue. Hades puts a hand on her shoulder and asks Hera, “What’s his name?”

Her son smiles, and tugs at her hand, the beginnings of a giggle gurgling in his throat.

“His name is Hephaestus.”

~

When she returns, she no longer has any patience for Zeus’s mortals. When before she had only inconvenienced them, now she’s not playing any games. Those that do not die end up wishing they had, and she’s especially vindictive to any mortal carrying her husband’s child.

She sits on her throne, waiting, a smirk curled around the corner of her lips.

Zeus barges in and charges towards her. He’s so angry smoke is rising off his skin. “You,” he hisses, “this is your doing.”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asks, unflinching when he slams his hands on either side of her head, crushing the back of her throne with the force of it.

“She and the children are dead,” he snarls, “my children are dead! I know this is your doing, it reeks of your handiwork.”

Hera slides forward to the edge of her throne, their faces nearly touching, and spreads her legs. He flexes his hands, because even at his most furious he still wants her. She is his wife and his queen. She banishes her clothing so she’s spread out before him, hair piled high and jewelry glinting around her neck. “What are you going to do about it?”

He kisses her hard enough to bruise, and Hera crosses her legs around his back, urging him closer. “Why are you doing this?” he hisses, mouthing at her neck, because he hates her even as he loves her, hates her because he loves her, and loves her because he hates her.

She waits until he’s inside her to lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “My child, or no child at all, husband.”

When he breaks her skin with his teeth, she only laughs.

They do this to each other. Maybe they are meant to be together.


gods and monsters series part xv

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Nightmare: Loki

pairing: Loki x reader

summary: you have a nightmare, and when you go to make yourself a cup of tea Loki surprises you in the kitchen. he offers some help

warnings: none

Sweat beads dripped down your face and your neck as you shot your head up and let out a strained scream. Your latest nightmare was more vivid than the regular ones you were used to. With your breath coming out in short pants, you attempted to calm yourself down before you woke anyone up. Laying down was not going to help ease your mind into the state of calmness it once was resting at, so you quietly got out of bed to make a cup of tea. It seemed like a routine at this point; waking up at 2 in the morning, and having to calm yourself down into a false sense of security.

You didn’t even notice Loki, the God of Mischief, quietly reading a book on the couch under lamplight as you shuffled through the main room and into the kitchen. With your hands still shaking from panic, you opened the cabinet and grabbed the familiar pink mug. After setting it onto the marble counter, you began the works for the cup of tea. Putting a pot of water on the stovetop to boil, you leaned on the counter, and continued to take in short, choppy breaths.

“Are you alright, Lady Y/n?” A silky voice quietly asked, startling you. You turned to see Loki grinning at you over the pages of his book, and you smiled at his civilian appearance. He had a cat sweater on that Thor must’ve given him, and sweatpants.

“Mhm, just couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged your shoulders, technically it wasn’t a lie. No one needed to know about the demons that plagued your sleep. You also wouldn’t be able to get more than four words out with his intense gaze locked on you. Something about Loki caught your eye in a special way, but you weren’t quite sure what.

Loki squinted, “Why are you lying to me about your well-being?” he pressed.

You snapped back, “I am not.” The water was boiling on the stove, so you took it as the perfect moment to break eye contact and get your tea together, and maybe even head back to your room. You poured the boiling water into the mug and hurried off past Loki and back down the hall. Before you were even in your room, he teleported in front of you and blocked the path to your room. Loki insisted once more that you were lying.

Instead of arguing with him any further, you tried to duck underneath his arm. He caught you, however, before you could even attempt and quickly swept one arm under your knees and the other cradling your back and picked you up. You couldn’t protest without waking up the rest of the Avengers, considering the two of you were smack dab in the middle of the hallway. It was a miracle you didn’t spill your cup of tea everywhere as he carefully held you against his chest and carried you to your room.

“Nightmares, I presume?” He whispered as he gently set you down back in your bed, took the cup of tea out of your hand and placed it on the bedside table. All you could do at the moment was nod tiredly and wonder in the back of your mind how he knew about your nightmares.

Loki, instead of returning to his book in the main room, moved to the other side of your bed and crawled in next to you, draping his arm around your waist. You were blushing like mad and tensed up a bit. He must have noticed, because he tightened his grip on you and buried his face in your hair. Loki snaked his other arm underneath of you, fully pulling you into a warm cuddle. You didn’t expect this type of treatment from someone as cynical as Loki, but fully welcomed it. His embrace finally started to sooth the fear from your nightmare. You felt safe wrapped up in his arms.

Switching Sides

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3542

Warning: NSFW (18+)

Prompt #20: Are you trying to seduce me by anonymous

Author’s Note: A big thank you to @mf-despair-queen for helping me with the plot cause I had no fucking clue, lol. Also, a thank you to @rememberstilinski for proofreading this for me! Enjoy!


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Ong Seongwoo Mafia AU

warnings: blood, guns, violence, cars, street racing-ish 

  • you’re a freelance hacker/coder 
  • having heard about you and your amazing abilities, someone sends you a a letter asking for you to “affiliate” yourself with the 101, the reigning mafia in your town, 
  • while you’re in no way eager to get involved in organized crime once again, the pay attached to it is very good, so you agree
  • the one condition is that you get to work from your own office space instead of moving to their hq, as you have a lot of equipment and stuff that would take a long time to rewire
  • the first “day” on the job, three guys show up at your house, one of them carrying a large briefcase
  • they ring your doorbell, and you watch in slight amusement through the security camera as one of them pulls out a cushion foundation and starts touching up his makeup
  • you allow to come in, sitting in your special rolling chair, surrounded by various screens
  • they file into your room, and introduce themselves one after another
  • the guy with the makeup was ong seongwoo, and he leans over to hand you the briefcase
  • as you pop it open, they explain that it’s the laptop of someone within the 101 who’s trying to betray them, so they need to surreptitiously hack into the laptop without the owner knowing 
  • there really isn’t any kind of special encryption or anything, so you apply an access key and you’re in
  • when you hand the computer back to seongwoo a minute after he gave it to you, the three guys just kind of stare at you in disbelief
  • “what, you want me to do a handstand too?”
  • as they go to leave, seongwoo turns to you
  • “you know, i knew you were good, but i didn’t know you were that good”
  • you kind of smirk at him from the door, waving as they walked off
  • “i’m not just good, sweetie, i’m the best”
  • (naeGA JEIL JAL NAGA) 
  • every couple weeks, they’ll either bring you a phone or computer to get into, or ask you to hack into someone’s email or social media account, all very low level stuff
  • seongwoo always insists on bringing you the task for some reason, and he starts hanging around even after you’re done
  • you don’t really mind, though, he’s funny and entertaining to the max
  • he then discovers that while you may be practically a genuis, you’re terrible at taking care of yourself
  • you start getting texts from him “did you eat?”
  • if you tell him you didn’t, he’ll show up at your house with takeout food
  • checks to makes sure you’re sleeping properly
  • when you get sick and he brings you soup and cold medicine, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you like him
  • then one night, you’re asleep and rudely awoken by the sound of your doorbell being rung about a million times
  • seongwoo is standing there looking extremely stressed
  • “no time to explain, grab your laptop and let’s go” he yelled loudly
  • you grabbed the laptop and a backup battery, following him outside to where a black bmw was waiting, purring loudly
  • seongwoo opened the back door for you before getting into the passenger’s seat quickly
  • the driver had been to your house a couple times before with seongwoo, and his name was sungwoon
  • “can you tell me what exactly i’m supposed to be doing?” you asked loudly, firing up your laptop
  • “one of our guys, kang daniel, got kidnapped” seongwoo explained “we need you to track his phone
  • you nodded, pulling your hair up into a ponytail before opening up the proper program, asking seongwoo for the phone model and number
  • once the program found daniel’s location, you handed the laptop up to seongwoo in the front seat so that sungwoon could follow him
  • his location was moving quickly, and sungwoon pressed down on the gas pedal, going dangerously fast
  • “(y/n), if anything happens, i want you to stay down and don’t make a sound” seongwoo commanded, looking back at you
  • you sent him a look
  • “like hell i will”
  • sungwoon snorted at that, reaching over to the glove box and taking out a pistol, handing it to you
  • “hope you remember how to fire a gun”
  • “hyung, no” seongwoo snapped, glaring at sungwoon
  • you grinned, clicking the safety off of the gun
  • “let’s do this”
  • it had been a while since you’d held a gun, and the feeling of power that rushed through your body was exhilirating
  • “we’re getting close to the car that has daniel” sungwoon said “get ready”
  • you watched as you got closer to the little dot’s location, heart pounding in your chest
  • seongwoo rolled down his window, aiming his pistol
  • once your car was in range, he started firing at the tires, making their car sharply swerve to the right, weaving in between cars
  • the speed picked up, and sungwoon cackled, revving the engine even more
  • seongwoo went through the rounds in the gun before reloading quickly, leaning out of the window to aim again
  • “seongwoo, no!” sungwoon yelled loudly, reaching over to yank seongwoo back into the speeding vehicle
  • he was too late, though– someone from the car ahead of you had rolled down his own video and was sporting his own gun, shooting several rounds at seongwoo
  • most of them missed or hit the car frame, but one clipped him in the shoulder
  • sungwoon looked into the rearview mirror, trading a look with you
  • “get in the backseat” you snapped at seongwoo 
  • “no, i can do this” he said stubbornly, pushing through the obvious pain 
  • sungwoon rolled his eyes and rolled up the window, forcing seongwoo in
  • he reluctantly crawled into the back and you took his place in the front seat, checking your location and daniel’s
  • “they’re heading for the pier” you said to sungwoon “head down that alley”
  • sungwoon yanked the steering wheel to the left, heading down the small alley that you’d directed him
  • “you’re back” sungwoon laughed, sending you a slighly crazed look “i wonder if you still got it?”
  • “whaddya mean, back?” seongwoo slurred, still in extreme pain
  • as you leaned out of the window, aiming at a garbage can a good 50 meters in front of you, sungwoon chuckled at seongwoo’s obliviousness
  • “you didn’t know? (y/n)’s daniel’s half sister, the one who left the 101 to attend school”
  • “the one who erased herself from existence?” seongwoo gaped at you as you fired, one bullet burying itself into the thick plastic where the ‘b’ of garbage was printed on the plastic 
  • “i still got it” you smirked, leaning back into the car
  • “okay, we’re approaching target” sungwoon said loudly, and you rifled through the glove compartment quickly, finding the extra magazines of ammo so that you would be able to reload quickly
  • “do it like in the movies, bud” you grinned, riding the adrenaline as sungwoon nodded, the car shooting out of the small alley onto the large, empty pier
  • just like you predicted, about five seconds later, the car you’d been tailing squealed out of the main road onto the pier
  • sungwoon yanked the wheel violently, sending the car into a chaotic drift
  • as the car barreled forward, your own car squealed, tires snapping so that the car drifted around the curve of the pier
  • right before your car was exactly perpendicular to the one daniel was in, you stuck your body out of the window, aiming and firing, unloading one full magazine into the front window and hood
  • once that magazine was through, you got back inside the car and sungwoon shifted gears, pulling the car out of the drift so that you were parallel to their car
  • one of their windows was unrolled and the guy was aiming his gun at you
  • “wow, what a dumbass” you grinned, popping back up to aim at him
  • your shot hit and he fell back into the driver with a scream, making the car swerve
  • after blowing out one of the tires of their car, sungwoon stopped the car, grabbing his own gun before you two approached the car, seongwoo joining as well despite his shoulder injury
  • only one of the three guys was still concious, the one in the backseat with daniel, as you’d managed to land shots on the other two
  • he didn’t put up much of a fight as sungwoon tied him up before calling in for backup
  • when daniel saw you, he just smiled in thanks, understanding immediately what had happened
  • “welcome back to the family, sis”
  • seongwoo is still in shock about who you are 
  • this whole time he’d been thinking that you were just an innocent gamer
  • lmao sike
  • you visit him in the hospital with food because you feel bad
  • “why wouldn’t you tell me?” he complained, pouting up at you
  • “you never asked” you laughed, flicking him on the forehead
  • “you know how you could make it up to me?”
  • “how?”
  • “feed me~”
  • you roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you end up feeding him
  • then out of nowhere
  • “hey, (y/N)
  • “yes?”
  • “are you mcdonalds? cuz i’m loving it” 
  • seongwoo winks
  • “yah… did you hurt your head too?”
  • “is your name wifi? cuz i’m feeling a CONNECTION”
  • “seongwoo, if you keep talking, there’s no way in hell i’ll ever go on a date with you”
  • “so you admit that i have a chance?”
  • it takes a lot of pestering on seongwoo’s part, but you finally agree to date him
  • daniel is suspicious of letting his best friend date his half-sister but he can get over it
  • seongwoo’s the type to think he’s protecting you when in reality you’re stronger than him lol
  • still texts you to make sure you’re eating/sleeping and brings you food for at-home dates watching netflix and cuddling
  • super sweet and just does his best to be the best boyfriend he can be

this was super messy i’m sorry lol

The Tattoo™

Request: Hi! Could you do a request where the reader gives Joker a tattoo. I really liked your tattoo story, you already did. Thank you <3

Originally posted by moviequotes0745

A/N: Okay I understand I use this gif for everything but ??  ? can I be blamed ? No. Fight me. 

Warnings: Death ment., scary joker stuff in general, tattoos, needles, etc. 

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Batman Isn’t Real

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // James Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Nat Romanov

Warning: Just cute fluff//silliness

As you step off the elevator you hear voices followed by a squeal of joy from your son, before sudden silence. You and Nat exchange a look as you come into the kitchen, a whispered voice coming from your husband hits your ears.

“Shoot that’s mom.” Followed by a baby giggle. “This was Sam’s idea.” Steve whispers.

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Only You

Warnings: Language. Negan.  smut. (unprotected)

Request:  Negan has had just the worst day. He’s tired mad and all he wants is a relaxing night with one of his wives. But when he goes to the wives parlor the only one left is a sleepy reader. She’s the only one that waited up for him with his favorite drink. He invites her into his room as a reward and as the sleepy sex is going on he comes to the shocking realization that the reader may be the only one who actually loves him for him.He recounts all of the selfless things that the reader has done since becoming his wife. I would like it to end in sleepy cuddles and with this quote “Those other bitches may be stuck as my wives but you’re my queen baby doll.” - @irenewolfland

A/N: I loved writing this one!!! Thank you for sending in!! 

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*Negan’s PoV*

Today has been the goddamn worst fuckin’ day that I’ve had in a long time, Negan thought to himself as the walked down the corridors of the sanctuary. First the damn trucks wouldn’t start this morning when we were going to pick up our weekly supplies from the communities that were under his control. Then Rick the prick had a stick shoved up is ass. Of course Alexandria was short and Rick was mad at him for that, please. There wasn’t much problems at the hilltop though. Gregory was being the usual ass kisser he was. 

The real problem came on the ride back home. Some one decided to leave their duty of redirect and they had to sit the damn heat for nearly two hours while a hoard made its way across the road. He was livid. He was tired. All he wanted to do was spend the night screwing one of his wives. 

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Okay, I usually don’t post headcanons, but hear me out:
My dad once saw a very big guy (like, surely close to 400lbs) stepping out of a beach house, carrying some skinny guy over his head and HURLING HIM ACROSS THE BEACH LIKE A FCUKING RAG DOLL.
All I can think of is “This is so roadrat it hurts”

Sorry if it's a wee bit long, this seemed to best method of sending it. Whaddya think?

vitalpen submitted:

“Why don’t you just KILL me and get it over with?”

“Huh?  Kill you?”  The toon dropped his smile for just a moment.  Was this real?  Had those words actually just been said?  The giggles came first.  Then the giggles graduated to chuckles, then laughter, then guffaws, and finally full blown cackles. They echoed around the two endlessly, soaking them both in just how funny it was.

When finally, finally, Bendy had gotten it all out and the aftershock wave of giggles had passed, he rubbed the tears from his eyes.  “Oh, Henry, you’re a RIOT. Trust me, if I’d wanted to kill you…” he took the man’s shirt in his hand and wrenched him up, speaking with an unhinged glee through gritted teeth, “YOU’D ALREADY BE DEAD.”

He let go as roughly as he could.  Taking a few paces backward and turning around, breathing to compose himself.  The squeak of his bulbous shoes made him wince.  Every step, night or day, that noise followed him.  Just another one of those things.  He turned around and squeaked back to his captive, who was looking at the floor.

“Look at me, Henry,” he commanded.  When Henry didn’t obey, he grabbed him by the chin and jerked up to look at him.  “I said LOOK AT ME!”

The man’s eyes avoided his.

“LOOK AT ME BEFORE I START POURIN’ INK DOWN YA THROAT!”  He screamed, pupils narrowing to unnerving beady dots and a few black drops dribbling over his eyes.

The threat seemed to pierce his thick skull; Henry’s pupils drifted begrudgingly to him.  A smile came back to his face, but the ink continued to run over his face.  “There’s a good boy.  You know why I don’t wanna kill you?”

Henry didn’t answer.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!”  Bendy screeched, tightening his grip on Henry’s lower jaw.  More ink began to slowly melt over his face.

“Why?!”  Henry blurted through his strained mouth, desperate to loosen the toon’s hand.  It worked, a little.

“Because I’m a guy who likes bein’ fair.  I think you’re only allowed to be as bad to other’s as they been to you.  And you ain’t killed me, so congrats pally, you’ve done the bare freakin’ minimum that a normal person should do.  But ya know what you did do? Henry? Buddy? Partner?”  Bendy leaned in, bring his face closer and closer.  Ink dropped off him like a leaking faucet, quickly covering his shoes and making a puddle on the floor.  When he was less than half an inch away, Bendy spoke in a voice that was almost unrecognizable.

“You used me like the good little meal ticket I was.  Got everything you wanted out of me.  And then you left.  Me.  To.  Rot.”

As if on cue, every last drop reversed its course, like someone hit rewind.  It all flowed right back into him, leaving him the perfect immaculate Bendy he started as.  “So nah, I ain’t gonna kill ya. I’ve got somethin’ WAY better in mind fer YOU.  See, me ‘n’ Joey got ourselves a deal.  I help him with his little, er… project… and he makes sure we never get pushed around and outta the spotlight again.  This whole revenge biz?  Icing on the cake.”

It was hard to talk with a hand clamped around his jaw, but Henry made the attempt anyway.  What came out was complete gibberish but it did the trick.  Bendy’s sadistic grin gave way to a curious frown.  He released the immense pressure he was putting onto Henry’s face and leaned in, putting a hand up to his ear, smile returning.

“What’s that boy?  What’re ya tryin’ to tell me, boy?”

“Bendy, this isn’t you.  The Bendy I know, that crazy guy who kids all over smile and laugh, would never, ever, pull something like this.”  The words were desperate, trying to recover some semblance of the little devil’s sanity.

Once again, the smile dropped off the toon’s face.  The only thing left was a look of pure shock.  For a moment, Henry dared to let himself believe that he’d gotten through.

“The Bendy you knew?  The Bendy YOU KNEW?!”  The toon’s gloves gripped the fabric of man’s shirt and began shaking.  His screaming pierced the air, made Henry’s ears ring.  Ink began to flow freely from the his body, quickly coating the floor and crawling up the walls.  “YOU ABANDONED ME!  YOU ALL JUST PUT OUT YA CIGGARETTES, CLOCKED OUT, AND NEVER CAME BACK!  YEARS, HENRY!  I WAS HERE FOR YEARS!  WAITING, WONDERING, HATING ALL OF YOU.  THEN FINALLY, FINALLY SOMEONE COMES BACK, JOEY COMES BACK AND HE’S GOT A PLAN!  HE’S GOT SOMETHING TO HELP US! THEN YOU HAVE THE GRAPES TO STEP INTO HERE WITHOUT SO MUCH AS AN ‘I’M SORRY’?!”

The toons let go with one fist and pulled it back stretching his arm a few feet behind him.  The fist whirled a few times, and for just a second, an ugly, distorted smile conquered Bendy’s face.  Then it shot forward, colliding with Henry’s jaw.  His whole head jerked to the side and as the dull pain quickly spreading, he started to feel lightheaded

“You don’t deserve the Bendy you knew.  You’re stuck with me now.”  Bendy lifted him up, stretching his legs to be taller, then dropped Henry back on the floor.  With that done, the tormentor turned around. “Let’s see how YOU like bein’ trapped in here, forever followin’ the script some schmoe writes for you.”

THIS IS INCREDIBLE.  I’m… I’m making this canon to the AU, yes, this is EXACTLY the kind of tone I’m looking for. 

anonymous asked:

How about some trans boy Lance who's dealing with gender dysphoria

Oh! Back Again With The Trans!Lance (My Favorite) 

Lance had always attempted to love his body, despite it not being perfect. He tried to make sure that his fem body wouldn’t ruin his mood.  

He never had to worry much, every time he started to doubt himself he would call his parents or siblings. They always made sure that he knew how masculine he was. 

Lance hated to admit but he took those phone calls for granted.  He didn’t realize how important the actually were, until he was in space with no one to help him. 

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Lance splashed more cold water on his face. He needed to feel something besides negativity about his body. Lance hesitantly look down at his chest, he knew he had to take off his binder soon, but he didn’t want to. 

Lance had to shower, he knew he needed to. He couldn’t. 

Lance slumped down on the edge of the tube. Everything he had worked for came crashing down in a matter of hours. 

This is so stupid.  Lance tugged at his hair. Hair that was getting too long for his liking. 

Lance closed his eyes and forced himself into the shower, then into pajamas, then into bed. 

Disgusting. Weirdo. Fake. Always has to be different. Lance folded the pillow over his ears, attempting to block out the voices that plagued his mind. 

He almost didn’t register the knock on the door. 

“Hey buddy you okay?” It was Hunk, and very concerned Hunk. 

Lance couldn’t blame his team for being concerned, he hadn’t left his room for 6 days now. Every time one of his teammates threaten to open the door Lance would stop them by saying how sick he was. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” No I’m not

“Is everything okay? Do you feel any better?” Hunk shot questions at him and Lance could barely keep up. His ear’s were ringing and Lance’s head felt cloudy. 

“Yeah, I should be better by tomorrow.” Highly doubt it. 

“Well….we miss you man.” 

“Miss all of you too.” Lance’s voice was hollow and lacked any emotion. Lance curled in on himself. 

After a few moments Lance heard Hunk walk away. 

Lance remain motionless on his bed. He wrapped himself up in 3 different blankets, in an attempt to hide his body. Out of sight, Out of mind. 

Lance let his mind wondered until he remember something. He slowly stood up and went to his jacket that was draped on a chair. He pulled out a small piece of paper out of an inside pocket. It was a small letter that his younger brother wrote him. 

Lance reread the letter a few times over. Every line talked about how he was the best brother ever. 

Lance crawled back into bed with the letter, rereading and rereading it. 

Sorry this took so long to write but I was talking to my friend to make sure it was as realistic as possible. 

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Cute Little Family

Originally posted by moan-s

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imagine: you and scott go out to get a puppy together and things end up getting heatedly. 

warnings: cursing, oral sex (both receiving), fingering, public sex. I guess that’s it. 

word count: 2420


“I still think this is a bad idea, honey.”

“Oh, no, Scott.” I muttered whilst shaking my head in denial, not believing for a second that he would dare to start up with that shit again. “We’re getting a puppy and that’s it. Don’t even try to talk me out of it, you know you suck at arguing with me.”

“Fine. This isn’t over, though.”

“Alright.”

Giggling, I left the frowning man behind and started to explore the huge house, watching closely the distinct breeds of dogs scattered in small white fences. This particular place was a farm upstate, meaning that we had to travel for a couple of hours to get there, but I was so excited that I didn’t even mind.

Ever since I was a kid, I always enjoyed a lot the animal company, choosing every time to be amongst them rather than being with the ordinary humans. However, due to my parents’ work, I kept moving from city to city, which forbid me to have a pet of my own. Of course it saddened me deeply, but I understood the reasons beneath it and I learnt to work things out.

Everything changed when I moved to small town called Beacon Hills. My dad started working at the police station and my mum at the local Hospital, both at firm jobs, therefore allowing us to finally have a spot to call ours. Yet, that wasn’t why I loved it so much. It was there I met the most amazing people in world, my friends, and a super stubborn boyfriend, whom I admired to the bone, despite his apparent hate towards dogs. Might be the competition though, considering the boy is an alpha werewolf.

Oh, yes! My caring partner, besides being that, was also a supernatural creature. The most powerful of them. And I was his mate. It is sort of a complicated story.

“How do you like them so far?” Scott quizzed, gripping my shoulders and pulling me towards his chest, leaning in so he could kiss the crook of my neck, sending chills all the way down my spine. “Huh, babe?”

“Stop that.” I purred back, eyes slightly hooded. “I don’t want to rip your clothes off and ride you in front of all these adorable puppies.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’m the one who’s going to do the ripping.”

I laughed, pulling out of his embrace and tuning around, capturing a gaze filled with sin. The smirk that curled his lips wasn’t exactly pure either. Urgh, I was going to kill him for doing that to me in public spaces, especially when he knew I was right about to enter my heat period.

“You smell so damn good…” His voice sounded extremely soft on my ear, again erupting a series of jitters. I just couldn’t resist the sensations the black haired boy gave to me. “Fuck, babe.”

“Stop with teasing me, Scott…”

Upon hearing those words, McCall swiftly pressed me up against a wall, sucking love bites on every ounce of skin his tongue managed to find. In the light of such actions, the wetness inside my panties started to increase considerably, making me throw my head back, feeling his hands sneak down, finding the hem of my dress and playing with it as he kept savouring me. I couldn’t avoid the strangled moan that left my lips.

“Sh, we don’t want anyone to hear it, do we?”

I nodded weakly and watched while Scott got down on his knees, yanking my hips closer to his face. Afterwards, the boy stuck his head in between my legs without reservations; I could feel his warm breath fanning over my clothed pussy, making me clench instantaneously in anticipation. He placed a single kiss on it, his tongue slowly sliding down, wetting the fabric with his saliva.

“My poor wolfy needs her alpha, doesn’t she?” Another pant crawled out my lips whilst I blurted out an “yes”. He chuckled, strongly gripping the back of my thighs, poking my clit with his nose. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept this game going. “Very well, I must fulfill her wish then.”

My boyfriend pushed my knickers to one side, revealing my throbbing core, and didn’t hesitate to dive into it. While his mouth done wonders, I felt two digits being pushed inside my slit, hitting sweet spots and provoking a couple of low groans. Senseless, I instinctively bucked my hips forwards, trying to deepen the intimate contact. Scott growled, pinning them on the wall, speeding up the pace, thus bringing me insanely close to a damn good orgasm.

“Oh, shit.” I muttered, chewing my bottom lip to avoid the pornographic sounds I so desperately wanted to make. “I love the way your pretty tongue licks my clit, babe. Keep doing just that. Fuck.”

“Does my baby girl want to be fucked by it?”

Although the tall man had made a question, he sure as hell didn’t give me time to answer it. In a blink of an eye, my leg was placed on his shoulder, widening my entrance to him, nearly making it look like I was a buffet and he was going to feast on it. His fingers were drawn out of my aching pussy, they were glistening with my juices still when Scott began circling my bundle of nerves with them. However, the breaking point was the silky touch of his tongue on my core, pounding in and out at a hellish stride.

A couple of more thrusts, along the constant stroking, and I came loudly, yelling for him. His name falling over and over again from my lips. I couldn’t help it. My entire form was shaking. Plus, if Scott wasn’t holding me, I would have fallen to the ground, for my legs were limp. My high had won me over completely.

With a proud smile on his lips, McCall stood up straight, snaking an arm around my waist to keep me in a normal standing position. I was still breathless when an old lady showed up, her eyebrows scrunched together, and asked if we were okay. The glasses lying on the tip of her nose made her look severer than she probably was, which drove me to be nervous, because I was clearly doing something I shouldn’t.

“Oh yeah, thanks.” Scott waved her off, wearing his good boy smile. The woman’s traits softened and she walked to us, offering to show us around. “That would be lovely.”

“Than come along.” She said, after Scott happily accepted her proposition. “We will hopefully found a perfect pet for you.”

“I’m sure we will!”

With the lady explaining each breed’s particularities, I found myself more and more in doubt of which I should take home. Also, I was a bit tipsy from the mind blowing climax from earlier. Although I didn’t want to, my mind kept going back to those scenes, getting my panties soaked up all over again.

Scott cleared his throat, forcing me to look at a small litter of German shepherd puppies which were grunting and clawing the small white fence that held them together. The second I laid my eyes on those little things, I knew it had to be love at first sight.

“Those.” I said, approaching the gorgeous babies. There, I knelt, exposing my knuckles to them, feeling the puppies biting them playfully. Yes, it was damn right choice. “I want one.”

“Oh, they are lovely! I’m sure it will fit you well if you want protection.”

“That’s not my worry. But I’ll take one anyway.”

“Alright.” The woman nodded lightly. “Do you want a male or female?”

“Male.”

“Female.”

Scott!”

“What?”

“I’m the one who’s choosing.”

“But I don’t want a male dog!”

“Sadly, that is not up to you.” I picked up one, once the lovely lady told me which ones were male, and held him close to my chest. “This is it, thanks.”

“Okay, I’ll fill in the paperwork and then I’ll just need your signature.”

“Fine.”

The same way she appeared, the woman left us alone quickly, disappearing within the dark corridors. I glanced at Scott, who had his arms crossed and was frowning angrily, obviously not pleased with my decision.

“What?”

“You better know you’re paying the big bucks for this.”

“By big bucks you mean fucking me until I’m senseless?”

“You bet I am.”

“Then I’m looking forward to pay the big bucks, darling.”

Grunting, he followed me to the front door, where I signed, rather swiftly, the adoption papers. Afterwards, I matched to the Mercedes parked outside, resting my back against it and watching Scott approach slightly upset. Yet, albeit his traits looked as if he had chewed lemons, I knew Scott wasn’t really that mad. Matter fact, I was sure he was loving the whole situation.

“Come on, Scotty.” The mellow sound that left my lips broke the twenty minute silence he built up once he started driving. “Don’t be so mad. Didn’t I say I was going to make it up to you?”

“I’m not mad, darling.”

“Of course you are!”

“No, I’m not.”

Sighing, slightly frustrated, I slided my hand up and down his right thigh, feeling its warmth against my palm whilst Scott moved uncomfortable in his seat. A smug smirk curved my lips as I kept going up, only stopping when my digits were dangerously close to his crotch; the contact made him gaze at me with eyes narrowed, mouth hanging open.

“Stop with that, please.”

“Stop with what exactly, baby?”

“Provoking me!” He abruptly stopped the car, hitching the tires on the road by doing so. “How am I supposed to go home like this? It’s so fucking uncomfortable!”

My eyes fell to the bulge underneath his trousers, which made me chuckle softly; poor boy was in need of a helping hand. Maintaining the amused traits, also not saying a word, I carefully placed the doggy on the back seats, preventing him to see what was going to happen next. Once the little animal was safe and sound, I went back to my place, guiding my hands to slowly massage his hard on, hearing him grunt while biting his bottom lip.

“Get rid of those for me, baby.” I asked, staring at him with all the desire I had within me. My entire body was lit, craving to be touched, to be pleased. And McCall was painfully aware of it, so he didn’t hesitate to kick off the pieces of clothing he had on, exposing his length to me, causing my mouth to water instantaneously. “Good boy.”

“Now what, babe?”

“Oh, Scotty, don’t worry.” Wetting my lips, I started to position myself so I could reach the place he needed me the most. Scott’s breath hitched on his throat when I got too close to his twitching cock, staring at it with desire. “I’ll help you blow off some steam. What do you think of that?”

“T-That’s great.” He stuttered, sticking his fingers on his hair, anxiously. I couldn’t help but think he looked incredibly cute all nervous for me.

Not being able to hold any longer, I firmly supported my elbows on his seat, clutching his throbbing dick and giving it light pumps, just to set the mood. As I moved up and down with my hand, I could feel my own sex getting slicker, for the whole scene was overwhelmingly hot to me. I just couldn’t help myself.

Scott, noticing my bad shape, reached my backside, slapping it hard and roughly shoving two fingers inside me. I groaned, finally placing a wet kiss on his tip, gaining a raspy moan as a response. Satisfied with the outcome, I started to playfully swivel my tongue around it, sensing him tensing up under my touch.  

“Go all the way, babe.” McCall pleaded, hoarsely. “Please.”

Deciding to grant his wish once and for all, I sank down on him, swallowing his cock until it reached the back of my throat, eliciting a gag mixed with a silky, girlish moan. Saliva started to drip from the corners of my mouth as the movements got slightly tougher. The alpha werewolf growled, soaked in pleasure, and grabbed a fistful of my hair with his left hand whilst the other one slammed into me using two of its digits.

“O-oh, babe.” The boy murmured, tightening the grip on my hair. “You have such a nice mouth!”

I could feel that he was insanely close to his orgasm, which drove me to intensify my tongue work. My nails were sliding down, scraping the bare skin of his thighs, erupting a series of low, raspy pants and causing him to curse under his breath.

Sweat coated my forehead, I could feel the droplets falling as I continued to bob my head and up down on Scott’s length. As for me, the built up tension on my lower stomach only grew worse by the second. I knew I was on the verge of my second peak. However, before I could get there, my boyfriend screamed, cumming in hot spurts inside my mouth without any kind of warning. He squeezed my ass, giving another set of thrusting until his high was over. I gulped it down, raising my gaze to observe his blissful state.

“Feeling better, darling?” I quizzed, turning around and lying on my back, my head on his lap. Scott was trying to even his breath, but he didn’t mind to start circling my bundle of nerves again. “Oh, shit.”

“I said you’re paying the big bucks.” His tepid fingers dipped on my entrance, making me screw my eyes shut and feel the tension all over again. “Count it up.”

“Don’t stop, S-Scott.”

Taking his stride to a whole other level, I wasn’t exactly surprise when I came undone in a short amount of time. Scott’s name slipped through my lips in loud squeals while I arched my back, the climax winning my form over. Feeling completely fulfilled, I just heard our ragged breaths mingle and let out a tired laugh.

“Can you please be nice now?”

“Oh, my darling, if getting mad at you means I get a blow job like that, get ready to be mad all the time.”

“You’re a jerk, Scott.”

“A jerk that loves you.”

“I love you too.”

Pecking my lips, he helped me back up and we went on with our little trip, both completely happy to have one another and to have started our own cute little family.

Under The Back Porch

As a kid I lived with neglectful parents at best. At worst dad would turn his screams and fists on me but I learned quickly how to dodge the worst of it. Mom wasn’t much help, she’d just smoke in the kitchen and bitch at him for staying out so late.

At the time we lived basically in the middle of nowhere, our nearest neighbors were a long walk away for a six year old and we had trees between us. No one to run to for help. But I was pretty small for a kid my age. I learned I could fit pretty much anywhere. The closet. Dryer. I think even once I tucked myself under my futon in such a way I could still get some air but no one could see me.

I was a master at hiding. But it wasn’t for a good reason.

One night though, one night I chose to do something different.

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L i k e   I    W o u l d

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader


Genre: Angst, (Not completely, but the tension) smut 


Song to suggest: Like I Would - ZAYN


Synopsis: I was doomed from the very moment I met him. It was a mistake i didn’t regret, but I that profoundly wanted to undo in the deepest part of my heart. 

I tried my best to untagle myself out of that mess, but he was right. No one knew me like he did. No one would love me like him.


Word count:  3044

Part 1 -  Part 2


I couldn’t breathe.

The air left my lungs like they were being kicked over and over, keeping me in a gasp for help. I felt worthless and vulnerable as I watched the whole world crumbling around me. I thought my heart had stopped beating as soon as I saw how his fingers curled around her golden locks and the way his smile widened his features.

My body was suddenly out of energy, but thankfully nobody noticed my change of mood, since they were all busy finishing the assignment left for today. The history class stopped being interesting when I started to feel like a deflated balloon. It was stupid, though. I shouldn’t have been feeling like this, since I was the one who got out of this mess.

His attentions were once directed towards me. His bright smile and shinning eyes were once caused because of me. Now, he was looking at her like she was a diamond out of a pile of untouched coal. The way he used to laugh at my jokes, was replaced by her lame jokes and his quick responses. I could perfectly listen to the way her voice trespassed his angelic one. I couldn’t help but cringe at it.

Baekhyun was a hot sweetheart, and he knew it really well. His untouched looks and perfect ways carved a path for him to whatever he wanted. He could make you do whatever he felt like just by giving you an innocent smile and a slow wink. The whole campus melted to his charms, drooling over him as he was a dessert; and he knew how to use his power over everyone smoothly.

Even so, the first time we crossed paths, it was a complete accident.


It was an early Sunday morning, free of any class possible, but I still had to wake up quickly because I was running late for work. The little bakery I worked at was really famous between the students, mostly because of the good sweets we made, reason why I had to be there earlier than anyone else.

I ran in the halls, barely holding the strips of my worn-out backpack, feeling the adrenaline rushing through my veins. If I got there late, again, it would be my second call this week and I knew that Kyungsoo wouldn’t let it slip once again. We had been friends of years, basically since we both wore diapers, but since he was the “heir” of the lucrative store, he had to be hard with his employees, no matter what.

As I reached the elevator, I clicked the button quickly, jumping in one foot while I prayed for it to arrive sooner. The metallic doors opened with a bell, and I slipped in it in a hurry, pressing the first floor with annoyance.

“C’mon”, I said to no one in particular. My eyes flickered to the red numbers on the wall, cursing at the damn thing in silence for not being faster. After a while, the doors started to close with an incredibly slow motion, making me grunt in annoyance, until I was stopped.

“Wait!” A male voice shouted. A pair of delicate hands pushed the door open, and a slim figure slipped into the elevator as the doors closed with a muffled sound. He cleaned his hands on his pants, as he took a phone out of his pockets, tapping on it furiously. I stared at him with an arched eyebrow, suddenly interested in his presence.

He had red hair with shades on it and a pair of circled glasses barely clang from the tip of his nose. He had plump lips and a well-shaped jawline that lead to his chiseled neck colored by tattoos and a necklace. I stared at his profile for a couple of seconds more, before taking my phone out to pretend busy myself on something else than him. Soft mumbles left his lips, while he kept tapping on the phone, cursing under his breath occasionally.

He put his phone away and I felt his stare on me, but I decided not to look up. His gaze burned holes on my figure, but I contained myself as much as possible, while I texted Jee, telling her that I was running late so she could cover me till I made it there. Before sending the text, an unexpected shake made the elevator move, making me lose my balance for a second. I felt a pair of long arm holding me by the waist, steading me up.

I looked up, crashing with the red-haired’s smirk, and I felt my cheeks burning as I untangled myself from him.

“What the hell was that?!”, I exclaimed instead, looking at the red numbers. The elevator had stopped in the third floor, and it wasn’t moving or making sounds anymore. I tapped the number furiously but the metallic monster refused to keep working.

“I think we got stuck”, he said, clicking the alarm button several times. I looked at him, just to find him already staring at me. I took a glance at his features, feeling awed by the beauty of them, zoning out for a second. “I feel that this old box just gave his last breath”.

I didn’t answer but nodded instead, still too amused by him to properly think about something to say. He smirked.

“You got a name? Mine is Byun Baekhyun” He extended a hand in my direction, and I stared at it, insecure if I should take it. After debating myself, I shook his hand, giving a soft smile in his direction.

“I’m Y/N”

“Oh, a pretty name for a pretty lady”, Baekhyun said with a semi-smile. I felt my cheeks blush.

“I’ve never seen you before around here. Are you new?” I said before having the chance to hold myself up. He looked at me with another smirk, before shaking his head.

“No, I’m in my second year of arts. I just transferred dorms since my older ones were closed up.”

“Oh.”

“And you? I haven’t seen you around either.” I stared at the wall, not wanting to look at him because I knew I would be drooling in no time.

“I’m in my second year of design.”

He shrugged his shoulders, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “You don’t seem like a designer, though.” I placed a hand over my chest, offended.

“What do you mean?”

“First of all, you’re wearing an uniform and your hair is all over the place. You even have a little bit of toothpaste in the corner of your lips.” I fixed my hair, looking at him badly.

“That doesn’t mean anything. You don’t look like an artist either.”

“Is that so?” He smiled. “Then to which career do I look alike?” I analyzed him, taking my time to admire his well proportionate body that fitted incredibly good in that faded striped shirt and parched pants. He was the image of street fashion, slaying it in every way possible. My mouth was eager to ask him everything to his inspiration to be so well dressed, to ask him where he got his clothes and that if he could let me design clothes for him as well.

I was a fashion sucker, admiring every type of style possible. Baekhyun looked like an artist, there was no doubt of that. His whole essence was living by it, but I couldn’t let him win. Something in him made me want to argue, to make him mad.

“Engineer.”

He gasped. 

“En-engineer?” His soft chuckles filled the elevator. “Is that the best you got?” His legs slipped on the floor, as he smoothly sat beside me. “You’re bad at lying, Y/N, but I appreciate the effort to fight me.”

“Shut up”, I said, muffling my cheeks with annoyance. He sighed loudly as he pulled his phone out once again, tapping in the screen with quick movements. His frown was deep and his pouting lips were constantly licked by his tongue as he kept his concentration on the phone. I glimpsed in his direction, before closing my eyes. Kyungsoo was going to kill me and I would get fired. I needed the money, and the idea of getting another job wasn’t of my liking.

We spent a few minutes in silence, both of us emerged in our very own thoughts. I was thinking in ways to beg Soo not to fire me, but it was nonsense. He was going to fucking kick me out and people haven’t seemed to notice that Baekhyun and I were both stuck in this damn elevator.

“You needed to be somewhere, Y/N?” I opened an eye to look at him, before sighing frustrated again.

“At work. This is my second call this week, and now I’m gonna get fired.” I passed a hand over my face harshly. He didn’t answer. “What about you, Baekhyun? What was your destination?”

He stuttered for a second. “Um, I had to meet, um, someone. I’m gonna get my head chopped now, anyways.”

I pouted my lips, thinking. “I see.”

“So, tell me Y/N… Do you want to play 20 questions?” He blurted out.

I chuckled a little. “Isn’t that childish?”

“Oh, c’mon. It’s gonna be fun.” His puppy expression made my spine tingle, and I found myself nodding at him with a small smile. The round of questions was typical, with him asking silly questions and me answering lame things. After a while, his questions tuned up their heat, becoming more and more personal.

“So, now, how do you like your men?” I was taken back by it, eyeing him a little as I wondered around the elevator with sloppy dance moves.

“M-my men? You are talking about my one-night stands?” He nodded effusively, winking at me. I bit my lips, feeling the heat crawling to my cheeks, as I thought about it.

“I’m not sure.”

“How are you not sure?” He jumped, looking amused. “You must have an ideal of what you’re looking for in hunting night, you get me?”

Yeah, like you.  I thought, but I didn’t say it out-loud, too conscious of it. “It’s not my thing. I just look and play. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Hmm, that’s new.” He walked lazily in my direction, positioning himself in front of me. He towered over me with grace, looking at me with knowing eyes. I gulped heavily, unsure of what he was doing.

“What about me, sweetheart?” He whispered, getting closer to the soft skin of my ear. His warm breath crashed against my ear, making me quiver in response.

“What do you mean?” I managed to say without stumbling.

“Do you find me as your type?” His plump lips brushed my jawline, as his hands placed in both sides of my head, keeping me caged. I couldn’t think properly with his proximity, the scent of his fading cologne entering to my nostrils with no mercy. His chest was centimeters away from mine and the tips of his hair locks tingled on my skin.

His lips were trailing a way to the front part of my face, but I kept my silence. My mind was all over the place, with him so close to my body and I found myself wanting him even closer. I was about to respond, when I felt the elevator slowly shaking, coming back to life. He smirked once again, winking at me one last time before tearing away from my personal space, leaving me breathless. I hope to see you around, sweetheart”. He said, and exited the machine without me responding.


After that day, I started to notice him a lot more than before. Baekhyun attended to several classes with me, but he tended to sit in the lasts rows. To sleep, I presume. His usual style consisted in ripped jeans and baggy-stained shirts, and yet, he still managed to look out of a modeling magazine. His hair always seemed to be disorganized, almost on purpose; and a pair of glasses never seemed to leave his face. The tattoos on his neck were interesting, and I found myself wanting to explore them.

Baekhyun was apparently one of the most acclaimed boys in the campus, desired and awed by tons of girls every day. I didn’t know why I hadn’t acknowledged him before.  The girls followed him like lost puppies, eager to catch a glimpse of his attention, but they always failed at it. He was almost always with a pair of headphones and pencil in hand, doodling things in an art book, lost in his own world.

We barely crossed paths, but when we did, he winked at me with a smirk in his features. I just rolled my eyes, smiling as well, and kept walking, the memories of that elevator fresh on my mind. I felt his eyes burning the back of my head every once in a while, too, but I didn’t dare to catch his eyes. But when I did stare at him, I removed my gaze as quickly as I could, scared that he would notice I was watching him.

Little did I know that he noticed.


It was a Friday, and the bakery was empty at this time of the night. Today it was a free day in college, so I decided to do some extra hours, so I could make up for the elevator emergency. Kyungsoo had being sweet enough to let me stay, but he had warned me it would be the last time. I swore I couldn’t pay my friend enough for his kindness.

It was almost closing time, so I made myself some coffee, enjoying the music playing softly on the background, and reading a book on the counter. The smell of caffeine brought me happiness and I felt more relaxed than before. I concentrated on the scattered words, until the bell of the door chimed.

A red-haired shape appeared on the doorstep, and I felt my body stiffen. Baekhyun was standing there, looking around with curiosity. His clothes consisted in an oversized hoodie and a pair of ripped jeans; his familiar glasses weren’t on his face. His eyes crashed with mine after a few and a soft smile appeared on his features, as he approached to my direction. An art book was left on the counter and he sat right in front of me.

“Y/N.” My name rolled on his tongue. “It’s nice to see you around.” He said, playing with the ring band on his middle finger.

“Baekhyun…” I responded. “I didn’t expect you here.”

“A friend of mine told me about this place. He said the sweets were the best ones out here. You probably know him. His name is Do Kyung-.”

“Kyungsoo, yeah” I interrupted. “He’s one of my oldest friends.” He arched an eyebrow.

“He’s one of my best friends as well. What a small world.”  I nodded.

“Tell me, Baekhyun, what can I help you with?”

“You can help me with a lot of things, babe”, he winked. “But by now, bring me your best pastry and coffee. The one of your preference.”

“The one I want?” He nodded, smiling at me for the last time before starting to doodle in his worn-out art book. The lines were smooth, almost unthought, as if he didn’t need to imagine that much to create a masterpiece. I walked to the back door, shaking my head, and I looked for the Gyeongju bread. I took the flat white coffee I was making for myself and placed them both in front of him. He eyed them expressionless, before looking at me.

I pushed them further in his direction, encouraging him to taste them. They were my favorite combination in the world and I wanted to see if I had gotten in his sweet point. He bit the bread, closing his eyes for a second before sipping on his coffee. We were both silent, the music playing on the background. He didn’t speak until he finished his food, and cleaned his mouth with a napkin.

“What do you think?” I asked, anxious. I didn’t know I was so excited to know his opinion, but I examined his face with curiosity. He mumbled a little, with a serious expression on his face.

“I think that this was probably… the best one I have had in a while.” A smiled creeped on his face at my lighted up face. I clapped happily.

“I knew it! This is my favorite combination in taste”

“What other things you like to taste, hm?” His face approached to me, getting really close as he licked his lips softly. His eyes were looking at mine with fire in them, making my legs go like jelly. His hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, but his fingers stayed up there for longer than what they needed to be.

“Wha-?” I was interrupted by Baekhyun’s sudden question.

“Would you let me…?  I don’t know. Take you out as an act of gratitude?” The words died on my mouth. I was speechless, opening and closing my mouth like an idiot. I didn’t know how to respond, especially since his fingers where softly lingering on my collarbone, making imaginary drawings over my skin. I felt myself shivering, craving his touch, as his soft breath was crashing against my lips. He was that relatively close that could count every little flaw in his face, but I still thought they were… art.

He didn’t wait for answer, as his hand took me by the waist and led me out of there. A smirk still creeping in his face as the cool air of the night hit his face and his hands snickered around the exposed skin of my waist. The sheets ended up tangled between the both of us that night after a couple of drinks and a shameless session of flirting. His hand had trailed every single inch of my body with an extreme carefulness that I felt like a sculpture. His adoration only posed on me, as he scanned me with such a patience that made my head go dizzy and needy. His body heat kept with me all night.

What I forgot to notice, is that was going to end up ruined.


I want to thank you all for the love “Like I Would” has received! 

The next part is probably my favorite!  

What do you think? If you liked it, please feel free it some love! 

Requests are open! Just remember to read the r u l e s before requesting! 

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Demon Brendon

Anonymous said:

Brendon urie as beautiful sex demon who visits the girl during the night to give her the best she’s ever had.


Imagine Brendon sneaking into your room and you feel a cold presence in the air and so you sit upright and that’s when you first realize what’s standing at the end of your bed. He’s staring at you with dark eyes, no clothes, dangerous lips, and he smirks when you inhale a sharp breath, crawling closer until he’s on top of you, slowly bringing a hand up to cup your face. “Shhh,” he instructs quietly, realizing how paralyzed you are, how terrified you must be. “I’m here to help you.”

           “Who are you?” you barely stutter out and he gives a dark chuckle.

           “That’s not important,” he shakes his head, pushing back the sheets of the bed and sliding them down your body, kicking them off the bed and sighing. “How beautiful.”

           “Why are you here?” you dare to ask, unable to stop shaking underneath his touch.

           “Sweetheart,” he whispers softly. “I’m here to give you one hell of a night.” He presses his lips to yours and it’s a strangely delightful sensation, the kiss heating up fast as his tongue slips into your mouth, hands sliding down from your cupping your head to squeezing your breasts, allowing you to give a soft moan.

           “Fuck,” you murmur, the way he kisses you with such passion leaving an almost burning feeling in your mouth. His touch is so hot and intoxicating it feels like you’re incinerating underneath him.

           “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he reminds, slipping off your bra straps and pushing the lace down to reveal your chest, unclasping it and tossing it off the bed, moving his lips even lower. He takes his hands and slides down your underwear as well, and you kick them off the edge of the bed and pull him closer to you, watching as he smirks. “You want more of me, huh?”

           “It’s not my fault you’re so addicting,” you confess.

           “Oh I know I am,” he grins, kissing you again with such recklessness and ferocity you feel like you’re falling apart at the seams. He trails his lips lower and sucks on each breast, then placing kisses down your stomach until he reaches your core, deciding to tease you and kiss all around your legs, then towards your inner thighs, so close but not close enough.

           “Please,” you beg. “Don’t tease me. I need this.”

           “If you insist,” he sighs with a small chuckle before his mouth makes contact with your clit and you let out a moan, his tongue sliding past your folds and licking stripes up and down your center. “I love the pretty little sounds you’re making for me, baby. So beautiful.”

           “God,” you gasp as he inserts two fingers and starts to pump them in and out.

           “Such a tight cunt for me, huh sweetheart? Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he whispers, quickening his pace. “Are you going to cum for me, babygirl?”

           “So close…” you pant out, and that’s when he pulls his fingers out and you whimper, a smile spreading across his face. “Please.”

           “I have another idea instead,” he shakes his head, crawling back on top of you and kissing you again, pressing his body against you, and he slides into you, making you gasp loudly and he grins. “You love my cock, don’t you baby? I know you do.”

           “Holy shit,” you’re a moaning mess as he pushes in and out of you, fingernails sinking into his back, his lips fixed on yours, your body shaking as he goes faster.

           “Do you like it rough?” he wonders. “Because that’s all I know how to do, sweetheart.”

           “I love it,” you reassure and he closes his eyes, tilting his head up and sinking deeper into you, letting out a soft sigh.

           “You feel so fucking good,” he mumbles, thrusting harder. “Ready to cum?”

           “I’ve been ready,” you mutter in his ear and he smiles.

           “Such a good girl, waiting for my permission,” he responds. “You can, baby.”

           “Fuck,” you moan as your body orgasms, walls tightening around his dick, and he’s fighting to catch his breath as he cums too, the two of you drowning in the euphoria. “Damn that felt so good.”

           “Oh sweetheart,” he laughs darkly, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “We aren’t even done yet.”

|| heartache ||

[[request prompt: ahhh i have a request! peter and reader have been dating for quite a bit, though reader doesn’t know that he’s spiderman. when she finds out though, she’s *mortified* bc once she was held hostage and he actually came to save her, though he abandoned her when the criminal was caught and the police came, so she’s held a dislike for Spiderman since then, since he didn’t save her. so, angst?]]

Yeah, this was another one of those Drabble requests that I couldn’t condense into 500 words lmao, and I apologize if this wasn’t angsty enough ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: a bit of angst with some fluff at the end.

**dont repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

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Originally posted by oh-no-sehunnie

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I don’t know Oh Sehun. Not really.

I know that he has a smattering of perfect freckles on his upper back. I know what his face looks like when he’s falling asleep; his lids heavy and his mouth in a soft smile. I know that he loves expensive wine, and cheap bubble tea.

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Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking, an obscene amount of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

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A/N: The places I mention (except Mother Mary’s) are places that I visited often as a child and now as a mom, I bring my own son there. None of the images I have used are mine, credit goes to their artists.

Beta’d by @smoothdogsgirl Thank you!

“Well Sweetheart, are we gonna fight or make out? Cause I am getting some real mixed signals here.” He winked at you and you considered it, but all the gear made it near impossible for any kind of contact.

“Maybe after a shower” you leaned down, taking a over exaggerated sniff “cause you stink.” And you rolled off of him.

Dean stood, taking his gloves and gear off, then helping you with your own. Once you were free and clear, he crashed his lips to yours, the intensity of it taking your breath away. You had to pull away before you ran out of oxygen, resting your sweaty forehead against his.

“Yeah, well you stink, too.” He mumbled as he helped you to your feet.

“Nice comeback, D.” You laughed and leaned up to kiss him once more before stowing your gear and hitting the showers. You couldn’t wait for some real sparring.


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“Hey, Y/N! Can I see you in my office for a minute?” Dean called out to you as you exited the locker room.

You made your way over to his office. This could go one of two ways; either he hadn’t seen enough improvement and wasn’t going to recommend your return to work to your PT or he felt you were there. One way or another, your time at the gym, and with Dean by extension, was coming to an end. You weren’t sure how you felt either way.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Kasi! I finished everything you've written and have absolutely loved it. I'm wondering which Harry writers on Tumblr offer the biggest inspiration to you because I'm looking for new stories to read! (And if you could tell me why they're an inspiration that would be great!) Keep up the awesome job. I can't wait to read what's next!

hi baby! i can’t believe you’ve read everything i’ve written and still bothered to stay around tbh 😂😂😂 but i’m ever so glad you did and appreciate you dropping by to let me know 💕

there are quite a few writers on here that inspire me and i doubt that they’re unfamiliar to you, but i’ll share anyway. so in no particular order:

The way @inwhichitrytowritesomething strings together dialogue and formulates paragraphs that flow with such ease genuinely gives me shivers. She’s mindbogglingly talented, so fucking clever, and goddamn she sets me on fire with her ideas. 

@whoopsharrystyles captured the most amazingly sweet and innocent moments of first love in her SMS story and that truly inspires me. I’m easily annoyed by sugary sweet moments, and she not only captivated me, but made me want to try my hand at writing sweet moments. 

The amount of concepts @secret-rendezvous1d not only answers, but also just rocks out of the fucking park astounds me. I wish I had the patience to write as much and as well as she does.

@johnlennon-harrystyles is incredibly creative, not only with her Styles Twins series, but also her original character story on Wattpad. She’s got wonderful ideas and I feel lucky to be able to experience them.

@aqua-harry got me hooked with her unique Harry texts and lists, and I’ll never, ever be the same after Ruin You. I aspire to one day ruin her as she has ruined me. 

@stylishmuser has a way of writing fluff and sweetness in a way that makes my heart melt. I strive to perfect fluffy Harry in the way that she has. 

Not only does @cuddlemusclestyles excel in reader insert smut and have a way of creating a multifaceted y/n character, she’s an amazing full fic writer and I can’t wait to read what she’s got in store. 

And what would a list be without mentioning @stylesunchained and @permanentcross. B has a way of exposing me and writing about literally every fantasy I’ve ever had, and she really achieves the reader insert aspect, making me feel like it’s about me. E is the best at absolutely melting my heart, breaking it, and setting in on fire all at once–a difficult combo to achieve. She hurts my whole soul, yet keeps me crawling back for more. Not only is it their writing that has inspired me, but also their friendship. Seeing how they were able to become such good friends literally continents apart through writing encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone and put myself out there. And I honestly can say it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made because not only am I lucky enough to call these wonderful women my friends, but so many others as well.