i would never light these babies ever

Richard Grayson as a Dad

Request: can I request hc with dick grayson how would he be as a father please?? I just recently found out he has a daughter with starfire :0

A/N: Woah guys, I’m completely new to the DC universe so I didn’t realize they had a kid either but I love Dick and Starfire together so much! I hope this is okay! Maybe I’ll do a part two for when the kid is older? 

Warning(s): The slightest of implied sex

  • How does he initially react when you tell him?

♡ When you first find out you’re pregnant as stupid as it sounds, you’re afraid to tell him. He’s just been so busy crime fighting, you’re afraid that this will affect his work as Nightwing. You wouldn’t want innocent people to die because Dick was with you instead of in the streets of Gotham saving them.

♡ You know being scared is completely foolish since its goddamn Dick Grayson we’re talking about here, I mean come on, the man was probably begging to have a kid with you. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he wants a mini-him toddling around. Plus, you’re sure he would find a balance between being with you and fighting the bad guys.

♡ He’s been so busy with his nightly patrols for the past couple of days though, so you instantly lose your courage to tell him the news when he crawls into bed with you and you see the dark bags under his eyes. It wouldn’t be fair to him if you told him such an important event in the both of your lives when he was barely coherent due to sleep deprivation. 

♡ It would probably come out accidentally.

♡ You would be in the batcave telling Alfred your troubles lets be honest Alfred probably gives the best input and asking for advice on how to tell Dick when all of a sudden, he would walk in.

♡ “I just don’t know what to do Alfred, should I tell him in a creative way or just outright say, ‘I’m pregnant?’”


♡ He dropped his escrima sticks.

♡ “Well, Mrs. Grayson, I think you unintentionally went with Option B.”

♡ You slowly turn away from Alfred to face Dick, and there he was in his suit, with his jaw practically hitting the floor his mouth was so wide open. If you weren’t so shocked by his entrance, you would’ve giggled at his current facial expression. I mean, it was quite funny to see his eyebrows raised practically to the sky and his eyes as big as saucers.

♡ It would be quiet for a few moments with the two of you just staring at each other, trying to think of something to say.

♡ “Um… surprise?” 

♡ Your voice breaking the silence was what snapped Dick out of it, and he full on sprinted.

♡ You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared, because boy was he barreling towards you.

♡ As soon as he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you let out an unintentional squeal as he picked you up and twirled you around.

♡ You secretly loves when he does that, since it doesn’t happen too often.

♡ Once you’re gently placed back on the ground, it isn’t even a second later before you’re crushed into an intense bear hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He mumbles quietly into your hair, causing your heart to swell. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Dick.”

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I shared my toddler's hospital bill on Twitter. First came supporters — then death threats.

At first, the comments were almost entirely supportive. With the exception of the guy who thought that Ethan should have been more personally responsible (in utero, I guess, although I’ve never been sure how best to explain that concept to an 8-week-old fetus), the vast majority of people were either in shock at just how high the lines on the bill had added up or else they were staunchly on our side. People were ready to fight for a kid they’d never met, and they were sharing their stories with me in the hopes that I’d fight for their children too.

But as more and more people saw the original tweet, the tide seemed to shift. I was still seeing lots of people on our side, but as articles were churned out and shared, it was clear that people weren’t reading much past the headlines. They came at me swinging, picking fights I’d never asked for. They called me ungrateful, a thief, a lazy mooch, an attention whore.

The attacks became increasingly personal and increasingly violent. Strangers were telling me it would have been cheaper to make a new kid, as if anyone in the history of the world could ever replace this bright light of mine, the boy who loves animals and can’t keep himself from kissing babies and always wants to sleep with one arm wrapped around my neck.

I was offered a .22 bullet, although I’m still not sure whom he meant it for, me or my child. One man took me up on the challenge I’d posed in the thread and declared that my son just wasn’t worth keeping alive anymore. There was even a percentage of the comments dedicated to the belief that I was a foreigner or, worse, a terrorist, which is when I started asking news outlets to use my full name: Alison, not Ali, since people seemed unable to believe that I was, in fact, a white chick from New Jersey…

At first I tried to keep up with the flood and even attempted to reason with some of the haters, but I realized quickly that it was useless, and not just because of the sheer number of comments. It was because no one was listening. No one seemed willing to stop shouting long enough to realize that there was a real person on the other side of the screen, a mother who’s seen her baby go through hell and come out the other side four times now and who just wants him to have a shot at going to kindergarten too.

It was eye-opening to see just how low our discourse has sunk, to be forced to acknowledge that what passes for debate in the age of the internet is often nothing more than spewing venom at the other side. How are we ever supposed to find a solution that’s better than either Trumpcare or Obamacare if we can’t even shut up long enough to recognize the humanity in the people on the other side of the debate?

This is why I fucking hate Twitter, and social media more generally
Into You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I put 3 requests together in this one;

81. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

91. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like..”

99. “Come sit on my lap.”

An imagine based on the song “Into You” by Ariana Grande

Warnings: SMUT (or worse my first smut!!)

Word Count:

A/N: Listen to “Into You” by Ariana Grande while reading. Oh God what is this!!!!! This was my first smut and honestly, I have never sinned like this before. The most awkward part was the last part…

Originally posted by loveviral

“I’m so into you, I can barely breathe. And all I wanna do is to fall in deep. But close ain’t close enough ‘til we cross the line, hey yeah. So name a game to play, and I’ll roll a dice, hey”

Music was blasting off, sending ecstatic feelings to the seniors who were happy to be graduating and finally leaving high school after four miserable years. The apartment was full of people dancing, making out, doing the stupidest things alcohol was causing but none of them was caring. It was the night when they were feeling finally free.

However, Peter Parker was not enjoying the party very much. He was dragged there by his friend Ned, who was surprisingly drunk off his ass by midnight and left Peter all alone. Peter didn’t know much people and he wasn’t much of a talker. Other than that, he was quiet disturbed by watching his crush of four years, sitting on a lap of some douchebag. Peter didn’t have any right to get mad at the scene as Y/N was just a friend for him. They talked when they saw each other at school but not more than that. Ned always kept pushing Peter to ask her out but for Peter, it was harder than getting into some fancy college. He kept glaring at the guy but his eyes were also on Y/N. He felt his pants tightening and he couldn’t catch his breath for a second as he watched her grinding on the guy, her hair all over her face, her mouth open… He sighed and started playing with his fingers. The boredom was killing him and the noisier the seniors got, the more irritated Peter got. He stood up and walked towards to the kitchen to get some drink. Peter didn’t drink much but he knew the night wasn’t going to pass without alcohol.

He harshly opened the fridge, still thinking how Y/N was grinding on that guy’s lap, he sighed and shook his head, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. He pulled a beer can and opened it quickly. When he turned around he bumped into someone and beer was spilled all over to the floor.

“Shit…” They both mumbled. Peter tilted his head to see who he was talking to. “Sorry, wait, I’ll get you another one,” the girl mumbled and headed to the fridge. Peter’s mouth was open, seeing that it was Y/N. “Okay,” he talked to himself quietly while nervously waiting for her. He didn’t even know why he was nervous; they always talked to each other. But tonight, Peter felt like he wanted more.

He was woken up from his thoughts by the soft voice of Y/N: “Here, I’m sorry Peter, again,” she chuckled. Even though she had looked pretty energetic back when Peter was watching her, now she looked extremely calm. Peter was curious if she had taken any drugs or something.

Peter grinned: “No problem, thanks for the beer,” he lifted the beer up. They stared each other awkwardly, not talking for a while then Y/N asked: “Are you alone?”

Peter nodded while taking a sip from his beer. “Actually, Ned was with me like an hour ago, I don’t know where the hell he is right now,” they both laughed, knowing how Ned would be if he was drunk. “I was with my friends too but we made a stupid bet so I needed to give this stupid guy a lap dance. Ugh, it was gross. I’m glad that I could escape them. Shall we hang out together, you seem bored?”

Peter was shocked and also extremely pleased by her offer: “Sure!”

They both headed to the dancing crowd.

“Oh, baby, look what you started. The temperature’s rising in here. Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move, before I make a move.”

“You are the worst dancer I have ever seen!” Y/N yelled at Peter who was truly failing dancing. “Hey! I didn’t know this was a dancing competition. I just came here to have a good time, I feel so attacked right now!” Peter yelled back.

They had been dancing for a while, neither of them feeling tired at all. They were probably the only ones who weren’t drunk; Peter wasn’t drunk since he needed to take his friend back home and Y/N just didn’t feel like drinking. Music was getting louder and louder as the hours passed, it was almost 2 a.m.

Peter was finally enjoying his freedom night. This was the first time he was hanging out with Y/N and it was probably the first time he was truly having fun. They didn’t talk much but it was okay. Just dancing was enough too. Well, not that enough maybe.

“Why are you dancing so far away from me Parker?” Y/N chuckled while getting closer to him slowly. Peter’s smile faded away, now what was he supposed to do? “I-I didn’t realize…”

“I’m joking,” she smirked and placed her hands on his shoulder, their chests nearly touching each other. After a while, Peter got used to the position so he gently placed his hands on her waist. His hands sent a warm feeling through Y/N’s body, causing her to bite her lower lip. Peter stared at the ceiling trying to hide his groan Y/N just caused.

“Peter…” Y/N whispered and Peter stared back at her dazzling eyes: “Yes?”

“When will we stop pretending and stop this pain for both of us?” Y/N gasped, still dancing against Peter’s body. Peter knew exactly what she was talking about but he couldn’t say anything. He felt his cheeks burning up and his hands were shaking. Of course he wanted to stop pretending, he just didn’t know how. “Let me make this easier for you.” She stood up a bit more to reach to Peter’s ear and slowly whispered: “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear,” sending shivers down Peter’s spine. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips onto hers. The harsh kiss caused her to moan, making Peter more flustered than ever. Y/N opened her mouth to let Peter’s tongue in. Peter’s hands were slowly roaming all over her body, painfully. “Peter…” Y/N moaned again. Peter smirked, not moving for a bit. “Stop teasing me,” Y/N whimpered, unbuttoning Peter’s flannel slowly. Peter groaned at the sudden action and mumbled: “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…”

Y/N broke the kiss and slowly walked backwards, leaving Peter speechless. “Huh, I guess you will never find out if you keep standing there…”

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I’ll let you on it. A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that’s how I want it. A little less conversation and a little more “touch my body” 'Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you.”

Peter followed Y/N through the long corridor, trying to walk quickly between the teenagers who were all over the place.

When Y/N finally got into one of the rooms a smirk was formed on Peter’s face. He slowly opened the door and saw Y/N leaning on a wall, her arms crossed, acting like she was disinterested in this whole situation. Peter quickly closed the door. The room was not very dark but it lacked light too. Before Peter could even move, Y/N attacked his lips. Peter’s face was red again. Even though he was getting used to this whole situation, it was still a shock for him. His hands slowly roamed her waist and a little bit down. As the kiss got rougher, Peter gained confidence. They slowly walked backwards to the bed and Peter sat down. They were both running out of breath. Peter slowly put his hands to Y/N’s sides who was standing in front of him. He slid his hands into her tight dress and stopped between her thighs, causing her to moan. “Come sit on my lap,” he demanded. Y/N sat on his lap and Peter kissed her jaw and shoulders softly. Y/N smirked and started grinding in a painfully slow pace. Peter’s hands were trembling again; he felt his pants tightening each second. He let out a quiet moan. “I-I adore you angel…” To tease him more, Y/N kept grinding while sucking on his lower lip. Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he pinned Y/N to the bed.

Y/N chuckled lightly at the sudden confidence Peter gained and Peter blushed:“If you don’t want me to-“

“Please, less conversation more touching,” Y/N whined and pulled him closer by grabbing his half unbuttoned flannel. Peter started sucking on Y/N’s collarbone, leaving marks. Then he slowed down a bit and kissed her breasts softly while Y/N’s hands were all over his soft hair. Peter unzipped her dress and she took it off immediately. “You are so beautiful,” he mumbled, while he kissed her stomach, cupping her breasts. Y/N kept whining, waiting for him to do something. Peter took off his pants and unbuttoned his flannel. He looked at Y/N, who was already a moaning mess, asking if these are all okay. Y/N simply nodded and Peter kept massaging her breasts. When finally he took off Y/N’s panties and his boxer, he slowly kissed her inner thighs. “P-peter… please…” Peter pressed his lips to hers, slowly getting inside of her, trying to make sure everything was okay. His hands still on her breasts and his lips on her jaw. Y/N kept moaning his name, causing Peter to go faster and faster each second. Peter kept whispering: “I love you”s into her ears.

ahs: murder house sentence starters
  • ❜  the light is different out here. it’s softer.  ❜
  • ❜  so we’re the addams family now.  ❜
  • ❜  that girl is a monster.  ❜
  • ❜  jesus h. christ.  ❜
  • ❜  can i ask you a personal question?  ❜
  • ❜  don’t make me kill you again.  ❜
  • ❜  is there anything more wonderful than the promise of a new child… or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken?  ❜
  • ❜  i’m trying very hard not to judge you.  ❜
  • ❜  but i was never unfaithful.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m not usually much of a cupcake girl myself…  ❜
  • ❜  i’d kill to live in this house, regardless of the history!  ❜
  • ❜  i don’t want to be here anymore!  ❜
  • ❜  try to find some dignity in the situation.  ❜
  • ❜  every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, i suddenly remember. you made this mess for yourself.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m not naive to the ways of men.  ❜
  • ❜  you say we were victims of something bad there. i say that’s the place where we survived.  ❜
  • ❜  i am trying here!  ❜
  • ❜  everybody thinks they have style, and everybody thinks they’re funny. most people aren’t.  ❜
  • ❜  i think you should just leave.  ❜
  • ❜  the one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose.  ❜
  • ❜  you hear me? i will kill you.  ❜
  • ❜   screw high school. that’s… it’s just a blip in your timeline. don’t get stuck there.  ❜
  • ❜  we need the money.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m finding it really hard to look at your face. cause i really, really, really want to bash it in.  ❜
  • ❜  but i’m not going to be your friend. i will merely tolerate you.  ❜
  • ❜  why are you bullshitting me?!?  ❜
  • ❜  sometimes shit just happens.  ❜ 
  • ❜  the dead can hold a grudge better than most scorpios.  ❜
  • ❜  fags have such a great eye for detail, don’t they?  ❜
  • ❜  i’m going to have a little glass of this chardonnay.  ❜
  • ❜  as you can see, this room belongs to a sad, depressed teenager.  ❜
  • ❜  why are you being such an asshole?  ❜
  • ❜  this turns you on. i know it does.  ❜
  • ❜  depressing sex is even more depressing when you try so hard.  ❜
  • ❜  did it hurt? the first time usually does.  ❜
  • ❜  they’re just trying to scare you.  ❜
  • ❜  i’m open to suggestions.  ❜
  • ❜  i think i have mommy issues. you know a good therapist?  ❜
  • ❜  you’re kidding me. i thought you said you hated her.  ❜
  • ❜  i have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things.  ❜
  • ❜  as big as this place is, it does get very lonely.  ❜
  • ❜  watch it, you goddamned queen!  ❜
  • ❜  what are you gonna do? murder me?  ❜
  • ❜  we’ll make excellent parents.  ❜
  • ❜  seriously, though, are you ready for all this? i mean, you never struck me as the diapers and midnight feedings type.  ❜
  • ❜  he’s the most beautiful baby i’ve ever seen.  ❜
  • ❜  from blood and pain come perfection.  ❜
  • ❜  my mom is dead.  ❜
  • ❜  why would i do that?  ❜
  • ❜  i used to think you were like me.  ❜
  • ❜  you are the darkness.  ❜
  • ❜  you are the only light i’ve ever known.  ❜
  • ❜  you have to pay for what you did! all the pain you’ve caused, all the sorrows.  ❜ 
  • ❜  i can’t be with you, i won’t be with you.  ❜
  • ❜  go away!  ❜
  • ❜  are you sure you want to be alone? they say this house is haunted.  ❜
  • ❜  you’re kind of twisted, aren’t you?  ❜
  • ❜  you’re charismatic and compelling and a pathological liar.  ❜
  • ❜  ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things.  ❜
  • ❜  but… my dreams became nightmares.  ❜ 
Love You Goodbye (Mature)

“Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

Oh, even though it’s over you should tonight

If tomorrow you won’t be mine

Won’t you give it to me one last time?

Oh, baby, let me love you goodbye”

It couldn’t be good. Definitely not. No one has ever received good news after the ‘we need to talk’ text. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding angrily in my chest.

[Y/N] said she’d be arriving any minute and dread filled my body more and more as I tried to swallow it. I sat on the couch in the midst of the silence, waiting.

All I could do was worry and panic and stress until ten minutes later when the noise I was expecting echoed through the room, and the sound was worse than I expected. Reluctantly, I got up to answer it.

The angel of a woman stood in front of me, wearing a white flowing dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Hey,” she whispered, not hesitating to come closer and embrace me. I feel her warmth and her chest pressing against me. “Can I come in?”

“Mhm.” I moved to the side hugging the door so she could walk in. She didn’t sit down.

“So, I just wanna say-“

“Don’t do this, it’s embarrassingly obvious what’s happening, just- don’t.”

“Justin, please-“

“Whatever it is, I’ll change it, I’ll make it better-“

“It’s not you baby,” she said sadly.

I couldn’t stop noticing how beautiful she looked in the dress she was wearing. I’d never seen it before.

“Then who is it? Whose fault is it?” I frowned, feeling my entire face tighten. None of it felt real.

“No one’s to blame. I just think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” She looked so beautiful under the light. She was the brightest.

My heart shattered into pieces, a feeling I’d only ever heard about, I didn’t think it would hurt so much.

I swallowed. “Fine, whatever.”

“You don’t have to pretend Justin,” [Y/N] said with sympathy dripping from her voice, my jaw clenched and I had to refrain from throwing my eyes back.

Why wasn’t she hurting?

I didn’t speak for a while, I merely sat and let the events replay in my mind. I had questions, questions I knew I really didn’t want the answer to. I asked them anyway.

“Is there someone else?”

“No,” she whispered, her head swaying from left to right.

“Are you lying?”

Her face dropped. “No- of course not. There isn’t anyone else, I don’t think there will be for a while.”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you breaking my heart?” I pleaded, forcing myself not to cry. I nipped the skin of my thigh instead, feeling the harsh sting numb my emotions.

“I just think it’s what’s best. I’m just not feeling it anymore and I knew I couldn’t live a lie, I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

I nodded. “Why are you wearing that?” I asked, looking her up and down.

“What do you mean? Do you not like it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?”

“I thought it was cute,” she protested, ignoring my question. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress.

“Okay,” I replied.

There was a pause filled with tension, the room was silent but my mind was the opposite.

“I think I should go,” she muttered, getting ready to make a move for the door.

“Don’t.” I blocked her path. “My hearts breaking, don’t fucking twist the knife.”

“What’s the point of me staying? I don’t want to hurt you Justin.”

“It’s a little late for that,” I snapped before I can process my words. She didn’t flinch.

“There’s no reason for me to stay, you need to admit that.” She was so much calmer than I, so collected. It didn’t ease my mind in thinking that she wasn’t at all heartbroken to be losing me. Us.

“Stay the night.”

[Y/N] sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“[Y/N], please.” I didn’t want to beg.


“Tomorrow you’re not going to be mine, you’re going to be out there living life without me in it, please, let me hold you, just for tonight,” I gave in and pleaded her merely because I needed her. She didn’t look ready to argue.

I took her hand and lead her towards the stairs. Neither of us spoke as I felt my heart stammering at the fact she held my hand so tightly. I knew that would be something I’d miss for a long, long time. I aimed for one specific room; my bedroom held so many memories of us and it only felt right to end it here.

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers back, motioning for her to lay beside me. I watched her closely as she did. I could feel the heat radiated off of her body when she fell into my side.  

“I love you so much,” I whispered, pulling her closer. I think it was closer than she expected because her body stiffened momentarily.

“I love you, too,” she said, and I was sure she was saying out of sympathy; I didn’t think she’d leave me if she loved me.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to her cheek, lazily kissing her. Her eyes fluttered closed and I moved further down.

“Justin…” she whispered.

“One last time,” I rasped and she hummed, falling into me. “One more taste of you and I’ll be prepared to let you go if that’s what you want. Just to take me back.”

Ever so slowly, I rolled over so that I was hovered over her body, my lips never leaving the dip in near her collarbone. [Y/N] let out the softest of moans and I held onto it tightly.

My hand reached underneath her, immediately finding the zip and sliding it down. [Y/N] didn’t protest but just watched me while wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. Her dainty fingers played with the end of my hair and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Tell me you want it and you won’t regret it,” I said but didn’t wait to tug the dress down her body.

“We should end it right,” she spoke softly. “I’d regret it if we didn’t.”

I saw that as the green light telling me it was full speed ahead. Nothing else mattered anymore, not when the love of my life was laying underneath me, not when it was going to be the last time.

Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I brought my hand up to her covered chest, rubbing gently through the material the way I knew she liked; as a result, she pushed her hips up to me.

I couldn’t hold back a grin as I noticed the hungry look in her eye. The idea of her wanting me was all I needed, even if deep down I knew it wasn’t changing anything. It didn’t change the harsh reality that would hit me in the morning.

The straps of her bra abandoned her shoulders but she didn’t seem to mind. It gave me the confidence to reach behind her - running my fingertips over her soft skin as I went - and unclasped her bra. I threw it behind me carelessly.

“You’re stunning,” I whispered, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss between her boobs. She whimpered while her fingers ran through my hair, making my cock twitch ever so slightly. I almost let out a strangled whimper of my own.

“Don’t take your time, please,” she whispered. My hips rutted against her and to my adoration, her back arched and her mouth dropped into the perfect ‘O’.

“Why?” I teased, running my tongue across her collarbone. “Do you need me?”

She nodded her head, her lips having been taken prisoner by her teeth. I bit down on her skin instead of abusing my lips. My fingers took their time fluttering against her skin, moving further South and aiming for the spot [Y/N] wanted me to be. They reached the hem of her underwear and her hips rolled just in time.

[Y/N] released a groan when I pulled my fingers away, but I managed to silence her by pushing my two fingers into the wetness of her mouth and feeling her tongue on the underside of them.


And she didn’t hesitate, and I think I fell in love with her just a little more at the way she obeyed me so easily. Her cheeks hollowed as she got to work, looking up at me innocently, knowing the sensation was going straight to the hard on in my boxers. I could feel her tongue dancing around my fingertips and my length strained painfully against its restriction.

Abruptly, I released them from her hold. It took seconds for me to dip into her underwear and pressed my slick fingers against her clit to which she gasped beautifully. A proud but subtle smile hit my lips while I moved my fingers in a slow, steady and teasing motion. I did this for some time before voicing what I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, look at you.” She smiled and it only added to her angelic look. “Is that good?”

“Mhm, b-but-“


“Gimme more, Jay, please.” She sighed with trembling thighs. I swiped my index finger down and deep inside of her, feeling her wetness surround it.

“Anything for my princess.” I was allowed to say that; it would only be true for a few more hours.

I stayed true to my word; I pushed two fingers into her suddenly, loving the way her body jolted in surprise. Her eyes looked up into my own, the pleasure coursing through her coming to light.

Every so often I curled my fingers inside of her, only knowing I was hitting the right spot when my name rolled off her tongue or her nails dug into the skin of my upper arms; the pain mixed well with the pleasure when she did this.

“I-I- Fuck, Justin, I need more n-now, please,” she gasped, her hair spreading across the pillows as she threw her head back. I took advantage of her exposed neck to leave her with something special, something she can look at in her first few days without me.

In a few minutes, her neck was painting of red and purple. I paid close attention to detail as I created a masterpiece with my tongue and my lips as my medium. Despite the fact that my concentration shifted, it didn’t stop my fingers from working [Y/N] to the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck m-me,” she stuttered as she writhed underneath me. “Baby, please-“

She was absolutely wrecked at that point, and the sight mixed with her soft pants and whispers caused me to lose all sense of restraint and patience. I was clumsily grabbing the end of my t-shirt and pulling up over my head, and with great hesitation - not wanting to have to move away from her warmth - I climbed off the bed to discard my jeans, along with my boxers. A soft whimper danced its way into my ears as my throbbing erection hit my stomach.

“You can’t say you’re not going to miss this,” I rasped, towering over her frame once more. She looked so small and insignificant from up above, but I knew it was the exact opposite; she was everything that mattered.

“Please Justin,” she whispered, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Of course, baby,” I replied with my voice filled with love. “But I’m not going to rush this part, I don’t care how much you want it. If this is the last time, I’m gonna treasure you.”

And I did just that. I made sure that my hips rolled against her own in a slow and steady pace as I pushed up into her, not swallowing my moans whenever I felt one rising in my throat. Although, I did sometimes bite down on the skin of her neck to silence myself every now and then, enjoying her sweet gasps.

“God, you look so good,” I panted, feeling pleasure coursing through my body as I felt her warmth around me. “So fucking beautiful.”

My fingers fluttered across her nipples whenever they got the chance and [Y/N] gripped my wrists, keeping them there. I almost growled in response.

“You like that? My fingers on you?”

“God, yes..” Her head fell back, exposing her abused neck to me; my artwork on show once more.

The temperature became prominent as strained to keep myself above her while continuing my thrusts, but the burning in the pit of my stomach made it all worth it.

We rolled and writhed together on the double bed, just like we had done so many nights before. There was a pain in my heart when I thought back to those times; I was always so sure those moments would always be a constant thing in my life, that [Y/N] would always be there. I masked the hurt with pleasure, pushing deeper to please us both.

“B-Baby, I-I’m so close,” she whined and it caused my hips to buck with a little more vigour into her, feeling myself brush against her walls. “You got me worked up, I-I wanna-“

“Don’t let go, not yet.. just give me a minute,” I breathed out heavily. “I want to cum with you, alright?”

“Mhm.” She bit down on her bottom lip, bruising it and causing a darker shade of pink to appear. “Fuck, please hurry.”

She sounded as desperate as she looked and all it did was spur me on, my hips did figure eights thanks to the high arising in me. My eyebrows furrowed as I focused on that sensation in my groin, wanting it so [Y/N] could let go with me as soon as possible.

“[Y/N], c’mon.. n-now, cum for me, princess.”

I felt her clench around me, and if I hadn’t have noticed that, I would’ve been able to sense she’d reached her orgasm because her entire body stiffened seconds before she left out the loudest moan of the night. It was enough to send shivers down my spine as well as pushing me over the edge; [Y/N] voicing her pleasure always did something for me.

I slammed into her throughout our orgasms, mine coming to an end only seconds after hers. Our breathing synchronised while our bodies touched. It was silent for the first time in what felt like years.

“That was.. something,” I panted, running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair.

“Mm, it was.”

I pressed a kiss onto her collarbone, knowing it’d be the last time I did.

“Stay the night,” I whispered against the smoothness of her skin. “Whether you want to go another round or just lay here, please, just stay.”

In the end, I got to see her so full of pleasure for the second and last time, and lord knows I cherished the sight of her beneath me. I loved her goodbye that night, saying my farewells with my hands. The next morning, I hugged her goodbye before letting her slip between my fingertips forever.

He accidentally hurts you during rough sex


Jin would quickly turn into a father about it. He would run a full scan on you visually making sure you were okay. “Doctor Jin, we both know what happened so you can calm down.” you laughed through the pain. “I just wanna make sure I didn’t hurt you-” his face was low, “More than I did.” It took a little bit for him to accept that you weren’t mad at him, but when he did he made sure to go back to his normal happy self.


Yoongi might try to blame you at first even though it was clearly his fault. He would argue for a good minute until realizing you were truly in pain. “You know I didn’t mean it, right? I would never try to hurt you.” His face read regret and it could almost make you feel guilty for the situation except for the fact it wasn’t your fault. You simply reassured him it was okay and that you could continue later.


J-Hope was more freaked out than you at first. The first sign that you were in pain he was quickly feeling it too. “Hobi, it’s okay. These things happen.” you writhed out but you could see the guilt was eating him alive. “I’m sorry, baby, I won’t ever be that rough with you again.” He disspeared for the next 20 minutes and returned with all of your favorite snacks.


Namjoon would immediately stop and quickly take you into his arms. “I’m sorry I was so rough with you, baby girl. I guess I was just caught up in- you.” He smiled and laughed, making light of the painful situation for the rest of the night.


Jimin would start crying and apologizing. “I wasn’t paying attention, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I hurt you, I promise I’ll never do it again.” He would coddle you for the rest of the night even when you claimed you were feeling better. His attention was always so nice and he continued showering you in pet names and love.


At first Taehyung thought you were joking, the way you two normally did when you fucked. It took a good two minutes for him to realize you were actually hurt and in pain for him to stop. He instantly felt bad and was at your side for the rest of the night. “We can play your favorite game tonight, so you’ll feel better.”


Jungkook would freak out. His once sexy tone would quickly turn into a stuttering and confused one. He was Jungshook. He rambled on and on about not knowing what to do but listened to everything you told him to do to help you. “I’m sorry I’m so useless, babe. Especially after I got you into this mess.” he couldn’t help but chuckle. You simply laughed with him and pulled him in close to you to cuddle for the rest of the night.

Night confessions - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Do you mind writing a young Sirius x reader, where he cheats on her and break up and he’s so depressed, and wakes up crying (it was a dream) and goes to her at like 2 am to cuddle and confess all his love???💛💛 
Warnings: It’s the first time I am writing from a guy’s Pov so go easy on me! Also, the word ‘fuck’ and my English! 
Gif isn’t mine/ Credits to its original owner. 

Her lips were finally on mine. Her beautiful, elegant hands were wrapped around my neck. I pulled her closer-as close as humanly possible. She tasted like heaven and that heaven was finally mine.
The first time I saw her was the first time I felt alive, like really alive. She was an entirely different world for me. She was kind and sweet and caring but she was brave and stubborn, bold and courageous. She was nothing like the girls I used to ’befriend’. She was the only one that never fell for the cheesy pickup lines. She was too good for me -too out of my league. And she probably deserved someone better, someone, who wouldn’t have slept around, someone who would treat her better than I could ever. But I was selfish and I wanted her to be mine. She was adored at Hogwarts; she was flawless and envied by every other girl and-unfortunately- made the guys swoon over her every day. And yet, somehow, she was here, kissing me. Again.
If the guys ever saw me like this, I would never hear the end of it and I knew it. But I couldn’t help it. She was worth everything and more. She was causing goosebumps. Even if we were together for quite a while now, I never got used to it. Being with her. She was the only person I needed in my life-except the lads; they were my brothers. But she… she was the sun, the only light and heaven I would ever find.
The kiss didn’t last long-she pulled away when a strange noise was heard. I turned to see what had-
“Y/N?”. Wait. If my girlfriend was standing there, who was I kissing? Confused and utterly puzzled I faced another girl standing there. Marlene?
My head snapped towards Y/N. Fuck, I was more than drunk.
“Baby, wait. It’s not what you think”. The moment those words left my mouth, I flinched. It was the exact same thing that someone who had cheated would say. I cheated on her. And it didn’t matter that I was drunk. I had fucked up.
“We’re done” she whispered and left.
What have I done?

My eyes shot open, realizing that it was a dream. Trying to regulate my breath, I sat up and leaned my back against the headboard. 
Of course, it was a dream. She would never be with me and that was for the best since even in my sleep I had cheated on her. I didn’t want to. She didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. I was so wrong for her. So wrong. 
I left our dorm and crept inside hers. We had found a way with the guys to go past the staircase that would turn into a slide-and it was convenient. 
I tried to be as quiet as possible but she heard me. I really didn’t know why I was here. But she was everything.
“Sirius?” she questioned. Her voice, deep and husky from sleep, was doing things to me that I couldn’t help. 
“It’s me” I said sheepishly. She patted the space right next to her. On her bed. Under the sheets. Next to her body. I swallowed hard and slowly climbed onto her bed. The moment I laid on my back next to her, I felt her body radiating heat and I noticed she was only wearing a shirt. Her long legs were exposed and I couldn’t help but stare at her shape. Everything about her was perfect. She moved her arm and wrapped it around me, placing her head on my chest, her shirt riding up, revealing even more of her perfect thighs, more than I could handle. I stopped breathing, something that she noticed. She chuckled lightly as she looked up, piercing my eyes with her captivating gaze. 
“You can breathe, you know” she whispered softly with a hint of amusement in her voice. I let out a small embarrassed laugh and then I noticed that the shirt she was wearing, was mine. 
I could have sworn that my heart skipped several beats. 
“Is that my shirt?” I asked in a small voice, half shocked, half excited. She blushed and even in the dark, it was visible. 
“Maybe” she answered and hid her face in the crook of my neck. Merlin, I got drunk on her scent. Sugar and spice, she was a combination that never failed to amaze me. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. I could feel her heart beating a tad faster.
“I like it better on you” I whispered. After a few silent seconds, she slipped away from my touch and I felt empty at the sudden loss of her warmth.
“Sirius, what are you doing here? It’s two am. Sure, your shirt could wait a few more hours” she asked confused. She wasn’t angry at me because I had kind of woken her up in the middle of the night. Her eyes were fixed on mine and I couldn’t do anything but stare back at her.
“I guess you’re right” I murmured in an attempt not to reveal the actual reason and get away without telling her what I needed to. I got out of the bed. At least, that was my intention. Her hands had me pinned down against the mattress in a matter of seconds. 
“I know. You, however, haven’t answered” she said, her voice firm but kind. Her body was almost on top of me. She was literally all over my senses. I could try and talk to her-say all those things that had kept me up all those nights. I wanted to, but I was not good with words. 
I took a deep breath, recollected my thoughts and wrapped my arms around her middle. I flipped us over, trapping her underneath my body. She didn’t move. Was I too bold? Of course, you moron. She doesn’t like me like that! And why would she? I’m no good for her. She needs someone pure, not… me. 
Her big, bright eyes were staring at me, her rosy cheeks and her plump lips, provoking me.I leaned down and placed my lips on hers. I wouldn’t call it a kiss-it wasn’t like anything I had experienced before. It was so pure and innocent and simple, yet the fire was already burning inside of me. Her lips moved after a while-she.. was she responding? Was she kissing me back? Her mouth opened a bit-did she really want this? I broke away, reluctantly. Her eyes shot me an almost judging look.
“I like you. More than like. I-I’m sorry if I over-” but I was cut off by her. Her hands had a strong grip on my shirt, pulling me down to her, crashing her sweet lips to mine. She cupped my face with her small, elegant hands. 
“Finally” she breathed out against my lips. And then I just froze. What if I cheated on her? What if I- I wasn’t good enough?
“What is it?” she whispered tenderly, while her slender fingers played with my hair. I felt guilty. Had I just destroyed the chances of my best friend to find a better man? 
I brought a hand to her cheek, caressing her soft and delicate skin. 
“I’m not good enough for you, love” I admitted. She just leaned to my touch and slowly brought her lips to mine, never breaking the eye contact we held. Like, she was telling me ‘how can this not be good enough?’ And it was more than just good.

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Sex or Drugs? -Jongup- *Smut*

Part two of B.A.P Skydive smut scenarios

Title: Sex or Drugs?
Pairing: Jongup + Reader

Plot: Shotgunning is really fun
Warning: Drug mention, sex I guess? Making out and oral and shit like that idk. Also, assume that you and Jongup are okay and have confirmed that sex is allowed when none of you are able to process thoughts properly okay thanks. Kinda overstim, fingering, poor Jongup gets his shirt buttons ripped off. Swearing too does that count
A/N: Hi I’m really turned on by the idea of shotgunning like woah
Requested by: Anon 

4.6 fucking k of filth where do I sign up for Hell
This was so fun to write omg

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366 Days - Part One

Story Summary: Dean Winchester was the love of your life; and you were the love of his life. That’s why he sold his soul to save you, two years ago. By the time you and Sam had learned he’d done this, it was too late. And now with Dean gone, you and Sam were left to make it through without him. As time passes, you and Sam grow closer. But is Dean really gone forever?

Request: If your still taking requests I have one. I don’t care which brother you use for which role but maybe you could do one where the reader is with one of the brothers and he dies and she goes and takes up with the other after a while for comfort and because she trusts him but then the first brother comes back from the dead? All the angst and smut you can jam into it. Thanks! I love your writing!
-Requested by Anon

A/N: Once again, a request has triggered the writing of a series!!! I hope you all enjoy this one!!!! <3

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: language, graphic character death

Word Count: 1.4k


July 7, 2008


Dean practically broke down the motel room door upon his rushed entrance, causing you and Sam to stand up. He didn’t need to say anything for either of you to know that something was wrong. There was a look of panic on his face, along with a look that told you he’d done something. He was just supposed to be out getting something for you all to eat.

“What the hell, man?” Sam asked him, closing his laptop.

Dean shook his head shamefully and kept his eyes trained on the wall behind you and Sam- “Look, I’m sorry I kept this from you guys..”

“Dean-” you started in a warning tone, but he held his hand up as if to shush you, which only pissed you off.

“Y/N, remember whenever you almost died during that hunt a couple years back..when you were in the hospital?”

“What the hell did you do?” you spat. You didn’t like what he was hinting onto. He wouldn’t.

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Halloweenie (AU)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Reader’s Daughter Mandy

Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: Daddy!Jensen feels but he’s not her dad (you’ll understand), fluffy Dean feels

Request by @kdfrqqg: I’m thinking AU!Dean takes out the neighbor’s kid trick or treating because the kid’s mom has to work. Dean gets into dressing up and at the end of the night they divide up the candy between them while they watch scary movies until the mom comes home. Could have some fluff where Dean has a crush on the mom but he is too shy to tell her so he just does really nice things for her and her kid. She ends up making the first move.

Author’s Note: If you want to be a Queen or apart of the Dean Beans, shoot me an ask and I’ll add you!

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Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

“Mandy, are you ready? Mommy needs to go to work!” You said with a sigh. You looked at your watch and sighed, realizing you were already running late. You were a nurse at the local hospital and you were called in on Halloween, of all days. You wished you could be the one to take your daughter out door-to-door but you would have to wait until next year.

“I’m coming!” She said, running down the hallway, her fairy wings flapping behind her. You grinned and squatted down, taking her in your arms when she ran into them.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Love seeing new hc blogs!!! Can I ask you to a classic scenario and hit me up with jealous RFA+V? I look forward to seeing all your work!!

*Hi, anon! I love seeing new requests. (: . I sure can do classics, thank you for the request and interest in my work, dude!! Hope you enjoy!

!!I believe this is pretty long!!


♥ You two were just strolling down the street, heading to the grocery store, (this boy needs food) when you heard someone whistle.
♥ Both of you turn to the sound and see some guy whistling at you.
♥ “Damn, why don’t you come see me sometime, yeah?”
♥ Zen was all, “Hell no, you fuck,” in his head, but he decided not to cause a scene, since it would cause damage to him, his career, and it could possibly have an impact on you.
♥ He growled, “Come on, MC, men are disgusting..”
♥ Wrapping his arm around you quite tightly, he fumes all the way to the grocery store.
♥ As you’re pushing the cart, he comes behind you, and puts his hands over your’s.
♥ Zen was basically caging you between him and the cart, so no one could approach you
♥ Even though you love him, he gets so jealous and protective.
♥ Who could blame him? You are extremely attractive, after all.
♥ You didn’t pick up much, just some vegetables, fruits, eggs, milk, and a few more contributes for dishes.
♥ It took about 5 grocery paper bags, and Zen carried them all.
♥ It is very gentleman-like, but.. dude.
♥ “Zen, let me,”
♥ “No, I am going to carry it.”
♥ Zen must think carrying all the bags must mean he is badass, and shouldn’t be messed with..
♥ When you got home, he put all the groceries up. He was so upset that his grasp squashed a peach he was putting in the fruit basket.
♥ Zen cursed, and sighed.
♥ “Zennyyyy~, what’s wrong? Is it because of that boy today?”
♥ Zen put his head in his hands, muffling his words.
♥ “Well, what if it is? He was so disrespectful, and you’re my girlfriend, did I not project myself as your boyfriend? He pisses me off! Babe, men are-”
♥ “Wolves, yes, I know. Zen, you shouldn’t be upset, I know I am your girlfriend, and you’re my boyfriend. I am so lucky to know that, so, please, don’t get jealous over this.”
♥ You slid your hand up his shirt, rubbing his back.
♥ “Jealous? You think that I, the beautiful Zen, is jealous?”
♥ He smiles.
♥ “There’s the Zenny I know.”
♥ You two spent that night cuddling and watching musicals.

☏ You and 707 were at the park to get some fresh air.
☏ You both decided to sit down on a bench near the pet area.
☏ As Saeyoung was on his phone looking at the *~dankest~* memes and you were eating a snack..
☏ A dog with a loosened leash came over, jumping on your legs. Your attention turned to the dog, as it whined for your snack. (Some snacks you eat, your dogs can eat too! See what is good and not so good to feed a dog here. This is not sponsored, (: )
☏ You give some of your snack to the cute husky dog.
☏ Saeyoung looks over and smiles, admiring of how generous you are. He gets so lost that he doesn’t notice the woman jogging to MC.
☏ “I’m so sorry that my dog bothered you, I guess that collar is for when she gets bigger..”
☏ “Ah, don’t apologize! She’s super cute! What’s her name..?”
☏ Saeyoung got lost into his memes again, letting you converse with the female.. that was until he tuned in again not long after.
☏ “..and her name is Dara! She is cute, but she can’t possibly be as cute as you.”
☏ He looks up, just in time to catch the woman wink at MC, then glide her gaze to him.
☏ She widens her eyes,
☏ “OH..is this your boyfriend..?”
☏ “Yeah, I am, and I’m allergic to dogs.”
☏ Saeyoung is quick to get you out of the area, and you’re now on your way home.
☏ “Since when were you allergic to dogs?”
☏ “Since five minutes ago, she was hitting on you right in front of me, I bet she trained her dog to sniff out pretty girls, so she can make a move! Cats would never!”
☏ When you get home, he goes into his ‘office’ and drowns himself in the light of his computer screen.
☏ You knew he was upset, so you grabbed a couple cans of PhD Pepper and a bag of Honey Buddha chips.
☏ You opened the door.
☏ “Baby.. I have PhD Pepper and HBC..”
☏ “Come here.”
☏ You sat in his lap while he worked, eating and talking, making him forget about today as you douse him in your ever-glowing love and passion.

φ He was gone on a business trip from Monday to Thursday..
φ At least, that’s what he told you.
φ This cute fuck wanted to surprise you, and show up on Wednesday with nice gifts, since he knew it had to be lonely when he wasn’t around..
φ He walked into the penthouse, just to find you chatting with one of the younger bodyguards.
φ Oh hell to the no.
φ Why was the bodyguard talking to you, does he want to be fired? Why were you smiling, have you ever smiled like that when talking to Jumin?
φ All his thoughts accumulated, but he pushed them to the back of his head.
φ Jumin sets down MC’s gift bag, making sure it was audible enough to attract attention.
φ “Jumin, you’re home!”, you smiled and hurried to Jumin for a hug.
φ He accepts, obviously, but glares at the bodyguard.
φ “Welcome home, sir, I hope your trip was enjoyable.”
φ “Yes, it was, so how enjoyable was it to speak to my wife, and look at her the way you did?”
φ “Jumin, he was just speaking to me,”
φ “It was very enjoyable, thank you, I’m disappointed that you were to marry her before I did.”
φ Oh shit.
φ “I hope that remark was worth it, you’re fired, goodbye.”
φ “Jumin, it’s fine,”
φ “It is everything but fine, MC, excuse me.”
φ The bodyguard left, and you saw the gift bag on the floor.
φ You looked through it to find a box.
φ Opening it, you found a necklace inside. It had your’s and Jumin’s fiirst initials, intertwined, your initials crested with your birthstone, Jumin’s with opal.
φ It was gorgeous..
φ “Jumin..? Dear, please help me.”
φ “Is something wro-..oh.”
φ He came in and saw you had the necklace.
φ “I couldn’t help but look, I hope you don’t mind.. would you latch it for me..?”
φ “It is no problem.. but yes, of course.”
φ You give him the necklace, him putting it around your neck. You turn around, hugging him.
φ “I am so sorry.. it gets lonely, I didn’t catch onto the liking he had for me.. I missed you so much..”
φ Putting his strong arms around you, he sighed a relieved sigh.. “It’s alright, honey. I missed you so much more. It feels so great to have you in my arms.”
φ That night, you rubbed his back, and he played with your hair. You cuddled up together, intertwining your bodies, along with your love for one another..
mushy gushy.

★ Yoosung begged you to play LOLOL with him.
★ He wanted you to play LOLOL sooo bad, that he created an account for you, and leveled it up!
★ Sike, he paid 707 to hack in and level the character up.. the thought still counts.
★ After teaching you how to play, (you caught up quickly,) he decided to let you play with some of his LOLOL buddies.
★ Giving you a mic, he turns his on and notifies everyone that he’s on.
★ Yoosung is greeted by them all, and they’re all connecting to the servers until they see your username.. ‘yooscutie’
★ “Yoosung, why is that my username?”
★ Becaaaaause, it’s true.”
★ Everyone gasped when they heard your voice.
★ “Yoosung, is that who you’re dating?”
★ “Yeah, I am very lucky!!”
★ You blushed, yet the members made retch noises into the mic.
★ As everyone played, you managed to get everyone cool armor and potions, and levels by the intervals!!
★ “Oh my gosh, Yoosung, whoever you’re dating is a legend!!”
“I taught them, that’s why..”
★ “Oh really? I’m looking at your pictures on FB right now, I bet you also taught them how to be hot, yeah?”
★ They continued to laugh, but Yoosung was turning red, starting from the tips of his ears.
★ “We are logging out. Bye.”
★ Yoosung saves, and turns everything off, huffing.
★ “Yoosungie.. I’m sure they were just joking..”
★ “They called you ‘hot’! They’re not allowed to say that, I am. I’m the one dating you! We shouldn’t play with them anymore..”
★ Babe, your yandere is showing.
★ You get him up and take him to the kitchen.
★ “Okay, then let’s bake.”
★ Baking is stress-relieving!!
★ Soon after, Yoosung cooled down..
★ Until there was a food war!
★ You started it, throwing flour on his cheek. He giggled, and flicked cupcake batter at you.
★ It all ended when you put frosting on his lips, and kissed him.
★ “You taste as sweet as you look.”
★ Never-ending blush!!!

✎ You and Jaehee were finishing your shifts for tonight.
✎ It was almost closing time.
✎ You were so ready to leave!!
✎ Just as you started to lock up cabinets, a girl walked in with long locks.
✎ Dammit.
✎ Jaehee was already jealous of her hair, for her’s was in the awkward stage of short and medium.
✎ You smiled at Jaehee, as a signal that you would take the order.
✎ As you took this girl’s order, she kept giggling and twirling her hair around her fingers.
✎ You smiled, “Alright, miss, please take a seat as I get your order for you.”
✎ She didn’t take a seat, instead she stayed and stared you down as you put her order in the brewer.
✎ While waiting, you decided to wipe down the counters of baked goods.
✎ The girl spoke up, “Whatchaaaa doooin’?”
✎ “I’m cleaning, bitch, this isn’t Phineas and Ferb rocket science, damn.”
✎ Yeah, you were tired.
✎ “I’m cleaning, miss, your drink will be with you soon.”
✎ After cleaning, you heard the brewer beep, and you catered to it.
✎ Jaehee was locking the rest of the cabinets, tuning in on the conversation.
✎ You served her drink to her with a tired and fake-ass smile.
✎ “Thanks, cutie~!” She slipped a napkin with her name and number on it.
✎ Jaehee sighed.
✎ “Do you like her..?”
✎ “What? No, Jaehee, I don’t. I like you, don’t worry.”
✎ “But, she was so beautiful, that hair..”
✎ “She kept playing with her hair, I wanted to cut it all off, and she was annoying, I don’t want anyone like her, especially when I have you right here..”
✎ Jaehee smiled. “I like you too, MC.”
✎ You beam, tossing the napkin in the garbage. “I’m glad to hear. Can I treat you to coffee?”

V / JIHYUN (He isn’t entirely blind for this, just slightly impaired sight.)
☽ You were out with him, taking pictures of what you find beautiful in the world around you.
☽ You took pictures of cherry trees, flowers, streams, and areas of the park.
☽ You couldn’t find anything else, so you had an idea.
☽ “Jihyun, we should ask people what they think is beautiful and get a variety!”
☽ “That’s a good idea, Pumpkin, let’s do it.”
☽ nicknames from v is my kink
☽ You asked plenty of people. and many of their answers were thoughtful, and sentimental.
☽ Finally, you came to this young man. 
☽ “Hello, sir, we have been asking many people what they believe is beautiful, and photographing it. Please tell us what you think is beautiful.”
☽ The young man stands up.
☽ “Excuse me, may I borrow the camera?”
☽ V looks at him and grins, “Yes, here you are.”
☽ The man then proceeds to take a picture of you. 
 “I believe that you, miss, are quite beautiful.”
☽ You smile and thank him, as that was such a sweet thing to say. 
☽ He proceeds to go on his way after handing V his camera, V is a bit jealous, and admits it.
☽ “I’m quite jealous of him..”
☽ “What, Jihyun, why..?”
“He had such a clever and true answer.. I just wish I could experience it fully.”
☽ “Jihyun.. you’re so soft and sweet.. I love you so much.”
☽ “I love you, too, sweetheart.”
☽ You printed the pictures when you got home and they were so beautiful, so indeed.
☽ V was even so sweet that he framed the picture of you, and put it on top of his dresser.

*This feels so half-assed and I am so sorry. It is currently 4:05am as I have finished this. I really wanted to finish it and post it asap, I apologize if it sucks eggs. Have a great day, guys! Thank you for the request! ~Admin Shayne

top fifteen friends to lovers au

1. And Then A Bit by infinitelymint (158k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

2. Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife (86k)

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

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I’ve Never Noticed (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: Thought I would try something new! I am really excited for the upcoming Spider-Man: Homecoming plus I think Tom Holland makes an adorable Peter Parker so I just had to try writing it!

Words: 526

Warnings: This is all fluff, so enjoy!

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

A tap on the window woke me up in the middle of the night, I looked over to my clock the red digital numbers read 2:30. I sat up in bed as a figure climbed through the window and moved towards me. I was just about the scream as the figure removed his mask to reveal a familiar face.

“Holy shit Peter, you scared the crap out of me.” I proceeded to hit him upside the head as he sat down on my bed across from me.

He snickered, “You were taking too long and I was getting rained on.”

I moved a little closer to get a better look at him, he had a large gash over his eye and a tear down his back that revealed a nasty cut. “Damn Parker, looks like he got a few good licks in there. Roll down the suit I’ll patch you up.”

“Thanks (Y/N).” He smiled as he rolled his suit down to his waist.

Peter and I have been close ever since he moved across the hall from me, we were the only kids in the entire building and it left us no other choice than to become friends. It didn’t take me long to figure out that he was Spider-Man, Parker never was good at keeping secrets and he was absolutely terrible at hiding it.

The muscles in his back tensed as I began stitching him up, the light from my desk lamp made them look more defined than ever. “Stop moving you big baby. The more you wiggle the more it’ll hurt.” My fingers traced over his back as I finished up. It honestly amazed me how perfect he was, and I would never let him know that.

“Okay turn around, let me see that eye.”

Peter moved to face me. I focused on trying to clean the cut as best as possible. I could feel his eyes fixated on me, I tried to focus on the task ahead of me but my mind was racing.

I finally said something not being able to hold it back any longer. “What’s your problem Parker, do I have something on my face?”

He looked at me slightly insulted, like I offended him before his look softened. “No, I just never noticed but you make this really cute face when you’re concentrating, it’s kind of adorable.”

I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks turning them bright pink, hiding my smile.

Peter cupped my face in his hands pulling it up to look at him. We locked eyes for a moment before his hand moved to the nape of my neck pulling me in for a soft kiss. Minutes felt like centuries as Peter held his lips to mine, something I have always dreamt of.

Peter ended up staying that night, we laid in bed and talked until the sun began to rise.

Just as he got up to leave he gave me a quick peck on the lips, he looked at me slightly confused. “What?”

I smiled to myself. “I just never noticed but you’re really cute when you’re kissing me, it’s kind of adorable.”

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Game Night

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Game night isn't as fun as you thought it would be

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Hash Swan x Reader - A/F

“Oi! You cheated!” You yelled after losing another race against your boyfriend. “No, I didn’t,” was all he said before he started another match

You were supposed to be having a chill evening, but right now you were stressing out over a game. You didn’t like losing, especially when the person you were playing against was a cheater. You sent Hash a glare before moving to sit on the floor - away from him.

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Does This Help?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 257

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: This is for @abbessolute I hope you feel better soon girl! Also this is unbeta’d so all the mistakes are mine.


“Baby, what can I do to help you?” Dean asked you while you laid in bed with tears running down your face.

“Dean there is nothing you can do. I’ve tried everything short of cutting my head off to get this migraine to go away. I just have to deal with it.” Throwing your arm up over your eyes hoping that maybe the darkness would help ease the pain, which it didn’t, but it was still worth a try. Just then you felt the bed dip a little as Dean sat on the bed with his back against the headboard.

“Come here baby.” He said pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around you until you were laying between his legs with your back pressed against his stomach. He slowly began to run his fingers through your hair. Massaging your scalp with feather light touches. Occasionally he would lean down and kiss you behind your ear or along your neck.

“Is this helping?” He asked between kisses.

“Mmm.” Was the only sound you could manage because it felt so good. The pressure was starting to ease up and the nausea wasn’t quite as bad as it had been before.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“Dean you don’t understand how good it feels to have even the slightest amount of relief. You are never allowed to stop. Ever.”

“Baby I would do this for eternity if it meant you were no longer in pain.”

“I love you Dean.”

“I love you too Y/N.”











































Jack Maynard nightmares p2

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Warning harmful things said in this chapter

It has been a while since Jack told me about his nightmares. I feel so bad for him because I know what nightmares are like they really suck.  We sleep in the same bed more often than not and surprisingly no one has really questioned it.

I think Jack is starting to have fewer nightmares, he seems to sleep better. I don’t really get as much sleep as I used to because I try to stay awake after he has fallen asleep for a little while so if he starts to have a nightmare I can calm him down. I don’t really mind doing this because it’s brought me and Jack a lot closer but I just can’t really go out all night to clubs and drink like I used to because I’m too tired. It’s probably best I don’t anyway that was a bad habit.

I’m getting tired and it’s getting late so I walk over to Jack, who was in the living room. “Hey jack I’m going to bed wake me if you need anything.” I leaned over the couch and whispered in his ear so I wouldn’t disturb anyone else in the room as they were watching a movie. “Ok goodnight.” He said as turned around and smiled at me. I smiled back and headed to my room.

I changed into and old shirt and and booty shorts. I checked my room, turned off my light, and crawled into bed. I pulled the covers up to my chin and went to sleep.

“Why are you so pathetic, y/n, everyone hates you. Your a b*tchy piece of crap. I never loved you and never will.” Jack said as he laughed.

Then out of nowhere my abusive father shows up and stabs me. As I’m dying they both laugh evilly “who would ever love you you’re worthless and a baby no one ever cared for you certainly not us.” My father starts. “You’re just a helpless baby who cries all the time and can’t help anyone I wish you would just kill yourself.” Then I slowly start dying.

“Y/N” Jack yelled at the top of his lungs I lurched forward and woke up. There where tears all over my face and my eyes where puffy and my throats was hoarse. Probably from my nightmare. “Hey I heard you screaming in your sleep and I came in and you were sweating shaking crying and screaming what happened?” Jack said after I awoke from my nightmare.

“I’m fine it was just I nightmare.” My throats burned to talk and I had pretty much lost my voice. “Do you wanna talk about it.” He asked as he moved me down to lay on him as he cradled me. I shook my head I really just wanted to lay here with Jack and not think about it. “Do you just wanna talk?” He asked me again.

“Will you just talk to me?” I lightly asked him since my throat burned.
He nodded “Well there’s this girl I know. She is really pretty and the nicest person I have ever met. She has the most beautiful y/e/c eyes and the most stunning smile. Her y/h/c hair is so soft and smells like strawberries. She is my best friend and she makes me a better version of myself. When I’m with her I don’t feel like I need to go out and party like I always do, I feel like I can just hang around with her and tell her everything. She is my world and I think I lover her. Her favorite color is y/f/c and we both love the same food. She isn’t always as confident as I wish she would be because she is perfect in every other way. I wish she would understand that I’m madly in love with her. She helps me with my nightmares so now I’m helping her with hers.”

Finally realizing he was talking about me I looked up at him “Jack I love you too.” I told him with loving eyes. He looked back at me happily. He moved from under me and kissed me passionately. “Y/n will you be my girlfriend?” He asked hopefully. I giggled before just kissing him again as my answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He whispered once we pulled back.

I giggled and nodded at him. We laid back down and cuddled the rest of the night. Neither of us had a nightmare the rest of the night.

When I woke up Jack was gone. I frowned but got out of bed and went to the kitchen as my stomach growled. I smelt…… bacon? I thought confused. I walked in and Jack had made a huge breakfast. There was bacon and sausage, eggs, and pancakes. I walked over to the island where Conor and Josh had already dug in and where stuffing there faces.

“What’s all this,” I queried. “I made breakfast for you and Conor and Josh came in and dug in.” He told me as he handed me a plate and glared at them. I laughed. “Love looks like there’s enough for all the rest of the boys to.” I told him as I looked at all the food before I started eating.

“I love you.” He said cheekily and I pecked him on the lips. Josh and Conor started staring with wide eyes. And I couldn’t help but giggle again. Then Josh glared at us and got his wallet out and handed a smirking Conor a twenty.

“Wait who asked the other out.” Josh
asked after he handed Conor the money. “Jack asked me.” I told him. Conor sighed and got out his wallet and handed Josh a fifty?! At this Josh smirked and said “ha ha hahahha” and ran out of the room. I burst out laughing, and Conor glared. I love these guys.

Scary Movies

Originally posted by shitmtm

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Spooky Month 🎃

You both spend Halloween night watching a horror movie and let’s just say it’s not your cup of tea… 

(Requested) // word count; 1,011

Changmo x Reader - F

Paranormal investigators try to help a family, who live in a farmhouse, there’s a dark presence that continues to terrorise them which they are forced to confront. The conjuring; a movie you never thought you’d watch, yet here you were sitting next to your boyfriend, face hidden behind your hands as the dreadful movie played on the screen.

The only light was coming from the tv since Changmo insisted on watching it in the dark, it would be more fun that way, he said. Since when was watching horror movies in the dark fun? Why couldn’t we just watch a cute Halloween movie like Casper the friendly ghost or even just a simple Tim Burton movie? You continued to ramble to yourself as you closed your eyes when you thought something was going to jump out; the loud noises weren’t helping.

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Namjoon Reaction to -


I don’t know if it’s actually true but Namjoon apparently had heart surgery when he was younger (let’s pretend that it’s true) can you do a reaction to Namjoon’s S/O liking to rest her head on his chest to hear his heartbeat because it makes her happy to know that he’s health and doing well?


I definitely have no idea if it’s true or not, but it’s a cute idea

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Wow, it would make him feel so happy and warm. His entire face would light up. His face would pull into a big cheesy grin. 

“Really baby?”

“Yea joon”

His arms would wrap around you and he’d kiss the top of your head. Knowing that you cared for him would make him the happiest boy ever. He would think of it at random times and it would never fail to make him smile. For him it would just be so reassuring that you cared for him like that. I genuinely can’t express, in words, how happy it would make him.

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The Littlest Things - A Call The Midwife One-Shot

Trixie and Shelagh have their first proper conversation in a while, and Shelagh realises just how much she has missed her friend.

For the wonderful @beatrix-franklin, whose fabulous essay on Shelagh and Trixie’s friendship motivated me to actually sit down and write this (go read it people!). I’m also gonna tag @swearronchanel, because if anyone loves Shelagh and Trixie’s friendship, its Gabby (and you should 100% go read her hilarious episode commentaries)


It’s the littlest things that make you miss a person; the scent of their perfume, the crisp click of their shoes on the kitchen floor, the wonderful way they always make their tea. But Shelagh hadn’t realised just how much she had missed all of these little things about Trixie until her friend was standing in front her again. Shelagh had had so much going on recently, so much to think about - looking after Angela, Thalidomide, this new baby - that she simply hadn’t had the time to miss things like the sound of Trixie’s tell-tale giggle, but now all of a sudden she was sitting at home with nothing to do but wait for the baby. All of a sudden, Trixie Franklin was knocking at Shelagh’s door, bustling in Shelagh’s kitchen cutting cake and making tea. And all of a sudden, Shelagh realised that she hadn’t truly seen her friend in a good while - she worked with Nurse Franklin at the clinic, sure, but Trixie? She had missed Trixie. 

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