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Locked Away

By reddit user Pippinacious

Six months. That’s how long almost half of the new hire last when they become social workers. Some will tell you it’s the pay, others will tell you it’s the stress, still others will complain about poor training or case overload or the broken system. But that’s all bullshit. The reason they quit is always the same; the kids.

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Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! i know you said you were answering witchy asks so heres what ive got. im a really new witch, ive been interested in it for a few months now and have veeery slowly started trying to figure out what types of magic i can do / enjoy. i know research is the way to become more aware of magic and how to do it, but im never sure what good sources are or what are good articles to read for baby witches. if you have any, id be really thankful! thanks for considering even if you say no <3

Okay, so, instead of recommending you articles and stuff, I’m gonna talk a bit about critical thinking in magic, and using our discernment, because I don’t think it gets talked about a lot.

So the thing is, first off, there are a lot of sources out there, as we know. Some are awesome, some are hit and miss, and some are just…bad. But how can we tell them apart, and how can I know as a beginner what to avoid?

Well, the first thing you want to do is find your source of information. Pick an article. Read it all the way through. Now, how do you feel about what you read? Did it make sense, or were you left confused on a lot of points? Did it *seem* reasonable? Was there anything that didn’t sit right, or made you feel uncomfortable or unsure of yourself?

As magic users, we are taught our instincts are very important, and generally good to follow in regards to magic; I’d say the same can be said for researching magic as well. Of course, it’s not to be totally relied on every time, but it can definitely give you an idea of things you may want to stay away from if it doesn’t sit right with you. Not only is the information accuracy important, but whether you are comfortable utilizing it too! our boundaries in magic are just as important.

Paying attention to any sort of comments or reviews on sources is great too. There are some problematic sources out there, and we do talk about that sort of thing on Tumblr. There can still be useful things found in bad resources, however; you just need to know the problem areas to avoid so you can sift through it to find anything that may be useful to you.

Problem areas:

  • using the terms witchcraft / Wicca / pagan interchangeably
  • religious exclusion (saying one religion is better than another)
  • elitism (“real witches only do *this*” ; “you are only a real witch if you are *this*” ; etc.)
  • cultural appropriation
    • chakras
    • smudging
    • spirit animals
    • animal totems
    • Voodoo / voudou
  • racism
  • anti-LGBT
  • use of slurs
    • g*psy is a big one
  • claiming Wicca as an ancient religion / oldest religion
  • outdated information (can be a problem to some)

This is just what I can think of right now, and is by no means a complete list. If you find something that you wonder if that’s really okay, or gives you a bad gut feeling, stay away from it, or try to look into it a bit more and see what you can find.

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Some find that a lack of sources can be a problem, and that is definitely the case with published authors. Online, however, you are more than likely going to find personal experiences, and we can’t really source our own experiences and methods besides to ourselves. Not everyone references the posts they used for herb correspondences, or what method they used for their sigils. Generally you will want to know sources for more about the information of the practice (its history and usage over time, magic users in the past, etc.), because that area is really fuzzy and there’s lots of misinformation on that.

In regards to telling information accuracy - this can be a bit harder nowadays, since we know that magic is unique to each that practices it, and so you may even sometimes see conflicting information on the same topics! Definitely very confusing from the start. I think it is important to keep in mind different views and methods are possible as you research. However, I still recommend that you cross reference.

If you are reading through something, and you wish to check its accuracy, Google it. For example, if someone mentions the properties of rue, and you want to see if that’s really how it’s used commonly, search it up. (This isn’t just applicable to Google, but any other reference materials you may have, Google is just the easiest for accessibility.) Check a few other resources, see what they have to say on the topic. Do they line up for the most part? Where are the differences? Do you have any personal feelings on the topic yet?

Sometimes just experience is enough to tell whether something is legit or bogus. Say you find a spell, and it looks kinda meh, but you don’t really know for sure if it’s any good for you - give it a test run. Learning and discovering for yourself can be just as important and have as big an impact on your craft as anything else. This may have a higher level of risk to it than other methods of research, but sometimes we gotta…

I think that’s really what witchcraft is all about - because all the research in the world isn’t really helpful if you don’t do anything about it. Your experiences may vary based on what you read, and that’s fine, but you’ll never know how it may really work for you unless you try it out for yourself. And I mean, of course you should be doing it in a safe way, but hopefully you know the importance of performing your actions safely in magic and the benefits of protective methods.

Honestly, discernment is something that is experienced and learned that way - trial and error do really help a lot for each of us to find out if this particular thing is any good for us - and just because it may be legit for one person, doesn’t mean it is for you. That is why it’s great to do the research, but you also need to back it up with the physical actions of trying it out too. 

Now, this is by not means extensive or complete, it’s just what I can think of at this time. 

I’m gonna give you some resources as well, just to be sure.

All of the posts I would recommend would be from Tumblr, since that is where my main arch of experience comes from. However, you can definitely Google your own articles and take a look-see through them, see what sounds feasible to you, if anything makes you feel weird, and cross reference it to a couple other references.

If you can do books, here are some that other have recommended.

I hope this helps you! If I can think of anything else to add in the future, I may do that, but off the top of my head, this is what I’ve got. I have a huge post on how to do witchy research in my drafts, but it is still gonna stay there for a bit, particularly because I have no time and energy for it right now, lol. But I hope this gives you some ideas! :D

Imagine being Niklaus’ best friend. He’s under the impression you have no idea who/what he truly is, but after an accident that leaves you hopped up on the good drugs.. everything just comes tumbling out.

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Klaus X Reader (Best Friends)

Klaus is enjoying some much needed quiet time, painting in his studio and sipping on some bourbon. New Orleans has been calm for quite some time now and the Mikaelson family has finally found the peace they fought for, for so long.

His cell rings and after carefully setting down his paintbrush, he digs out the offending noise maker and answers it without so much as glancing at the caller ID. “This better be important.”

Um,” the voice wavers. “May I speak to a Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson, please?

He sighs. “Speaking.”

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threat // peter parker

request from @fragilefrances: Reader keeps getting threats and she keeps it to herself and when she disappears, Peter finds the threats and tries to find her before its too late

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a/n: hey guys! this my first time writing a request, so i hope you guys enjoy! i realize i didn’t do exactly what the request said, but i hope it’s still ok (sorry!!). unedited! this will get a part 2 soon! and starting next monday, i begin high school! it should be okay for the first few weeks, but i might get a lil busy so i hope y'all understand! i’ll still write as much as possible <3 and hope you guys enjoy this! warning for threatening and kidnapping themes. <3333



“So I thought about telling her that, y’know, I was kind of in an awkward situation there. But how are you supposed to do that with all these people around?”


“And then she had this idea, right, and I was like, ‘What are you doing?’ and she was getting this empty bottle and she said she wanted to play Spin the Bottle!”

“Uh huh.”

“She knows that I have strict boundaries with that stuff, and she still…” You trail off into silence for a few seconds. “Okay, Pete, I know you don’t care, but give me something to work with here.” You wait for a response, and then check to see if Peter is still on the other end of the line. “Hello?”

“Wait, what did you say?” You sigh audibly at this. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I was…zoned out.”

“It’s okay.” There’s a short pause.

“So what were you telling me?”

“Uh, it’s nothing important. Speaking of which, I’m getting a little tired. I’d better get going.”

“It’s not even eight, how are you tired already?” He sounds confused.

“I stayed up last night. I’ll see you.”

“Uh, okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone call, feeling discomfort poke at you. Peter’s as close to a best friend you’ll ever have. You know him like the back of your hand. But recently he’s been a little weird around you. He’s always off in his own little world, thinking about something else. It was okay the first few times, but now you hardly have conversations with him anymore. You’re just worried if he’s okay sometimes.

Is this just a thing that happens when people grow apart? You gaze out of your tiny window into the not-so-tiny world. The sun is drowning in the horizon, the fiery orange and red tones fading away into pink, and then into periwinkle blue. The city is noisy, but in this transition between day and night, everything looks beautiful.

You think about talking to Peter. But where would you even begin? How do people have supportive conversations? You’re not very good at being helpful in this kind of situation. You move away from your window and flop onto your bed. You dig around your sheets for a minute before finding your phone. You Google ‘Why is my best friend being distant?’ and scroll through a few pages. If anything, this just depresses you more, so you decide to stop.

You’re about to close your phone when it dings with a text. Is it Peter with another half-assed apology? It seems you’ve been spared from that tonight. You scroll through your conversations, but you don’t see any new texts. You frown when you see an old text. Whoops, you forgot to text a classmate back about a quiz. The quiz that happened today. Yikes.

Well, you’re sure it’s okay. You set your phone aside to do homework. But as soon as you lift your pencil, your phone starts ringing. Without looking at who it is, you pick up, voice firm. “Peter, I’m sleeping. Bye.”

You pause, and then look at who’s really calling you. Whoever it was turned off their caller ID. Uh…weird. Is this a prank call? “Um…hello?” You say cautiously.

The silence hangs for what feels like an eternity. Unsettled, you hang up. You have a notification for a text. You open it.

Unknown: There’s a package waiting for you on your doorstep. Get it within fifteen minutes.

You frown. Is this one of your friends trying to play some sick practical joke on you? “Yeah? Or what?” You mutter to yourself, scoffing.

Unknown: [image attached] Or else something might just happen to him.

Your eyes widen when you look at the picture. It’s Peter, sitting in his bedroom. But…he’s, like, attached to the ceiling. He’s hanging upside down and reading a book. No, this must be digitally edited or something. That’s when you see two things. The digital clock, which reads the time right now: 8:37 PM. And a very familiar looking suit on the floor. The Spider-Man suit. You’ve never been more confused.

You feel a tight knot in your chest. How does this person know who Peter is? How do they know you? Who are they? How do they know that you know Peter? They’re not going to hurt him, are they? Why does Peter have that suit? Christ, is he the Spider-Man that you saw in a YouTube video a few days ago?

You look at your clock. Nearly five minutes have passed already. You don’t want to find out what they’ll do to Peter if you don’t comply, so you quickly stand up and fumble to unlock your door. You race downstairs and past a pair of worried looking mothers.

“Honey, is everything -” You cut one of them off as you step out of the apartment. Sure enough, there’s a small box sitting there. You scoop it up and dash back upstairs with it. You swallow, breathing heavily as you grab your phone. Another message pops up.

Unknown: Good girl. Give it to the hooded boy waiting in the alley by your building at 7:50 AM tomorrow. Don’t talk to him.

You try keep yourself together and think. Do you dare send a message?

You: who are you and how do you know me?

You: how do you know him?

No response. You didn’t really expect one, anyway.

You: you can do anything you want with me. just don’t touch him. please.

You don’t expect a response to that, either, but then, a message pops up.

Unknown: Follow your instructions without hesitation and he will go unharmed.

You set your phone down as you try to process everything. The first thing you do is cry, sobbing uncontrollably while you clutch a pillow to your chest. What do you even do? You want to call Peter, but you’re scared of what might happen. Whoever this is knows how dear he is to your heart. What do they know and what don’t they know? Is anything even private anymore?

You think about every memory you shared with Peter. That one time you ruined his new jeans by throwing a cupcake at him. Or when you sat on the floor and debated over Star Wars fan theories for a whole day. Or the countless nights you stayed up with him on Skype, talking endlessly. Or just a few months ago, when he kissed you and he thought you didn’t feel that way about him even though you did.

He’s not just the friend that went through thick and thin with you. You love him, goddammit. And now you don’t know what to do because you can’t imagine being in a world without him. You can’t even imagine him ever being hurt. At any other point in your life, the possibility that he might be Spider-Man would freak you out more than anything. But right now, you don’t care about any of it. You’re pretty sure that even Spider-Man can’t dodge a bullet when he least expects it.

You try to make yourself feel better about it all. So what, you move around a few packages and then they leave you alone. And then you can carry on with your life and have everything be okay. No biggie.

Still, a dark feeling disturbs you.

Having completely forgotten about your homework, you lay on your bed to sleep. You’re too frightened to sleep with the lights off, so you leave them on as you drift into an uncomfortable slumber. You toss and turn all night, racked with paranoia and fear. You hardly get any sleep. For the longest time, you stare at the ceiling. You just want Peter to be safe. You just want to protect him. The idea of protecting Spider-Man feels silly, but the picture ‘Unknown’ sent you lingers in your head. He’s still a kid, like you. He still has vulnerabilities.

You jolt when your alarm clock goes off, scaring you. You quickly switch it off. 6:30 AM. If you have to give the package to someone at 7:50, you’re going to be late for school. You guess one day won’t be too bad. You scrape your hair out of your face and put on your jeans and t-shirt from yesterday. The t-shirt says “May the force be with you” but the word “force” is replaced with the formula for force. It was a Christmas present from Peter.

At 7:30, you head outside to wait with the package in hand. It’s chillier than you expected, but you manage to stand there for twenty minutes. Goosebumps lines your exposed arms as you look around for the recipient. You realize that you didn’t even stop to think about what was in the box. You were so busy worrying about Peter that you forgot about it. What if you’re carrying meth or crack cocaine or something? What if you’re helping some illegal activity happen?

Just as you start freaking out over it, a hooded figure enters the alley. You’ve never seen the guy before, but he looks young. He can’t be older than seventeen. He stares at you expectantly. You open your mouth to say something but quickly shut it when you remember that you’re not supposed to say anything. You quickly hand over the box. To your surprise, he starts opening it. You watch, lips parted.

You expect him to take out something suspicious-looking, but instead he reveals a knife wrapped in cloth. He unwinds the cloth, and before you can even scream, the boy pins you to the wall. One gloved hand presses tightly over your mouth as you try and yell out. He presses the knife to your throat and you reflexively tilt your head back to try and create some space between your neck and the knife.

Oh god, this is it. This is the end. You think about how you should’ve been a little nicer to your moms, and how you should’ve apologized to a few people. You should’ve told Peter you loved him. And maybe kissed him again. His image flashes in your head. His warm, dark eyes that crinkle when he smiles at you. His soft lips against yours, hungry for something you’ve both wanted for an eternity. The way his dark brown hair flops onto his forehead and escapes the gel when he’s leaning over to work on a project. The look on his face right before he’s about to make a dumb joke that you’ll laugh at anyway. It’s all too sweet to let go of so quickly, but if it means saving him, you’ll do it without hesitation.

And then, as though the guy was having second thoughts, he steps back. He almost looks apologetic, but it might just be the lighting. Your heart’s still pounding out of fear as you fumble for your phone. What the hell?

Unknown: Wait until further instruction.

You look back up to yell at the boy, but he’s vanished. You glance into the darkening alley, and then out towards the street. Great, you don’t want your life threatened again anyway. You check the time. It’s nearly 8:10, and you’re already missing first period. You race out to go to school.

In second period English, Peter side eyes you the whole time, like he normally does. You normally do the same, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to look at him today. Your phone is on your lap in case you get a text.

Is he really Spider-Man? You tune out the entire class, until the teacher walks up to you. “Y/N, are you alright?” You jolt slightly in surprise when you see her.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, tripping over your words.

“You didn’t seem to hear me for the past five minutes. Where’s your homework?” You’re acutely aware that the whole class is staring at you, including Peter. Your cheeks redden in embarrassment when you realize you didn’t do it last night. What are you supposed to say?

“U-Uh, I left it at, um, home.” Your voice is quiet as you look down, your face burning up. Everyone’s going to think you’re stupid and you don’t take school seriously. They’re going to think that instead of doing my homework last night, you were at Flash’s party getting drunk, and that’s why you’re being weird now. Ha. As if you’d even get invited.

You spend the rest of class being extremely embarrassed as you try and participate more. At the end of class, Peter walks up to you. Dejected, you try and walk past him, but he blocks your path.  You step around him, but he’s too quick. He grabs you by the arms this time, but then lets go when you show obvious discomfort. You walk out of the classroom, Peter right beside you. “What’s up with you?” He asks.

“Nothing,” you murmur, slightly annoyed.

“Oh, so you mean nothing as in totally ignoring me, having bags under your eyes, and not doing your homework for once in a blue moon. You look like you saw a ghost, you’re scared out of your damn mind. So don’t give me this bullshit about nothing being wrong, Y/N.” Is he mad at you? Suddenly, it seems silly to think he was the same person you fell in love with months ago. He seems completely different. The Peter you know wouldn’t get mad at you. His expression softens when he sees yours. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you know what, Parker, what’s wrong with you?”

By now, the halls are nearly clear except for those skipping. “What are you talking about?” Peter asks, confused. He looks kind of upset, because he knows you’re serious when you call him by his last name.

“You know what I’m talking about. You hardly talk to me, and you’re never paying attention when you do. If you don’t fricking like being around me, then tell me and I’ll leave you the hell alone! I thought we were best friends, and I thought that meant you could tell me anything. But whenever I ask, you say it’s nothing and I’ve been trying so hard to believe it. Because I trust you to tell me the truth when you think it’s time. But then the moment I start acting weird too, you just have to push it. Maybe I have my own secrets too. Did you ever think about that too? Maybe I put on a suit and I leap around kicking ass, too.” You spread your arms out, the angry look on your face quickly breaking apart. Peter’s eyes are wide as he stares, in complete shock. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else. You wipe the tears that start spilling from your eyes.

Peter tries to pull you into a hug, but you shove him away as hard as you can. Spider-Man can take a push, can’t he? But he winces anyway, simply watching as you walk away. You check your phone, and your heart pangs in your chest at the message.

Unknown: Don’t speak to him again.

You’ve never felt more alone, but at the same time, you can never truly be alone. You can’t even talk to Peter anymore, isolating you from the one person that matters most to you. But now you’re sure they’re watching you somehow. They’re watching your every footstep, they’re listening to your every word.

You instantly feel bad for yelling at Peter, as you always do whenever you get upset at him. You just can’t control your emotions around him anymore. For some reason, this all makes you want to protect him more.

God, you hate everything. You hate Peter for what he does but love him for who he is, which is a confusing thing all on its own. And he’s Spider-Man. And you’re doing scary ass things under the promise of his safety.

Your fingers brush against your throat. There isn’t a cut there or anything. Huh, maybe the knife just wasn’t that sharp.

Your phone pings with instructions to retrieve a box. For the next few hours, you’re forced to skip school as you obediently follow seemingly random orders. Thankfully, you don’t get any more knives shoved to your throat again. You just move things around, and you don’t even have to deliver things to anyone.

Over the course of the day, you start to calm down a little. It’s only now that you begin to question the person’s motive of threatening you with Peter. Do they want something from you? Or something from Peter? Peter is more likely, with him being Spider-Man and all. But all Spider-Man does is stop robbers and help old ladies out. He just doesn’t seem like a person worth targeting for the reason that he might be a threat to criminals.

You’ve had missed calls from him all day. He must be wondering where you went, but every time you even get the urge to call back, you remember the harsh warning you were given to not talk to him. He sent you tons of texts, too.

Peter: where are you???

Peter: y/n please!! i’m worried about you, just tell me you’re safe and i’ll stop.

Peter: i know you’re mad and you don’t care, but i really care. just tell me if you’re home or something. i won’t come visit you if you don’t want me to. i just need to know if you’re in a safe place. that’s it.

Messages like this continue on until a few scrolls. Finally, they come to a stop and then Ned texts you.

Ned: Hey Y/N Peter looks like he’s going to have a panic attack

Ned: It’s really bad and he won’t listen to me

Ned: Just tell him you’re okay so he’ll stop freaking out

Ned: Dude you realize he’ll put on his suit and try and find you if you don’t respond soon right

You take a deep breath and look away, pained inside. You don’t want to think about Peter getting anxiety over you. At least he’s alive. And when all of this is over, you can tell him everything and he’ll understand. Because he’d do the same for you. That’s just the kind of people you and Peter are. Your thoughts are cut off when you see you got a message from ‘Unknown’.

Unknown: Go back to the alleyway by your apartment and wait.

Unknown: This is the last message you will receive.

Something about this feels weird to you. Wait for what? This is a vague message, which is unusual considered the pattern of very specific messages. Nonetheless, you begin making your way home. Your phone keeps buzzing with messages, probably from Ned. You keep yourself going with only one thought in mind. It’s almost over. Just one more thing to do, and then it’s all over. You just hope Peter will be okay.

You finally get to the alleyway as the sun moves downward. It won’t be sunset for a few hours, unfortunately, but it’s not like you would be able to see it from down here anyway. You’re nervous, and there’s a very odd feeling in your gut. It’s giving you a very clear message. RUN. You ignore it, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s coming. No one.

You wait there for a while, realizing how exhausted you are from running around the city all day. You probably have so much homework to catch up on, and you owe an explanation for not showing up to most of your classes. Your phone buzzes again, and you finally look at it.

Mom: Honey, why did your mother and I get an email saying that you didn’t go to any of your classes other than English today?

Mom: You know that you can talk to us about anything. You can tell us the truth.

Shit. You are so screwed when you go home. You quickly start thinking of excuses, because you obviously can’t tell them the truth in this situation. As you worry over this, you don’t notice that someone is behind you.

Suddenly, you feel metal clang against your skull, and you’re gone. You drop the ground instantaneously, unconscious.


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Thank God For Sobriety

Two months.

It had been two months since Jughead Jones had broken up with Betty Cooper, two months since FP had been released on parole and two months since Jughead had begun to feel the ever present crushing weight of the disappointment piling on his shoulders thicker than any leather jacket he had ever worn.

Fp was ashamed, he felt guilty and hurt that his son was following in his footsteps, he wanted nothing more than to see his oldest succeed, make something of himself. But No, everyday he came home from his Job at Hal Coopers mechanic shop to find his son asleep on the couch, Serpents jacket draped over his shoulders and the bags beneath his eyes darkening.

The older man had been sober for three months, Jugheads father never even so much as glanced at a bottle however, tonight was different. Tonight he would be surrounded by alcohol, surrounded by his former gang members, it was the ultimate test, would he slip? Would he allow the liquid poison to destroy the new life he was trying to build for his family or would he stay strong, would he follow through?

One quick glance at his beanie wearing son slumped against the pool table looking absolutely miserable , a girl with purple streaks in her hair was leaning up against Jughead as he stood stoic.

No, Fp couldn’t slip. Not tonight.

Then he saw her, pastel pinks and blues, a vision of soft cotton and shiny blonde hair. Her eyes were panicked as she searched the smoky bar for something, someone. She caught his eye finally, Fp stood from his bar stool waving a hand towards her as she quickly glided through the rowdy men and scantily dressed young girls.

“Fp, are you okay?! My dad sent me, he said you had an emergency with your bike, he made it sound like there was an accident, I drove here as fast as I could but… but I just kept thinking… what if I’m too late? What if it wasn’t you, what if it was J…” The Beautiful Blonde trailed off, shaking her head and wrapping her arms tight around the older mans waist. “I was so worried” she whispered.

Well good atleast Hal had done his job, you could say a lot of things about the Cooper father but he loved his daughter and he would do anything to make her happy, including involve himself in this silly little plan.

Fp caught his sons startled and nervous eyes from across the room, Jughead pushed away from the purple haired girl, eyes trained on the tiny blonde in his fathers arms.

“Oh no little Coop, you know your dad, so dramatic, my bike broke down outside the bar, I can’t get home without it running and I just can’t figure it out. Of course he’d send you, you are the best mechanic on his team.” He grinned as his future daughter in law blushed prettily.

Betty placed a tiny scarred palm on Fps forearm, her eyes filled with concern and maternal kindness.

“What are you doing here Fp? you shouldn’t be here. If you felt like you needed to talk you know you can always call my dad, or come over! Remember last time? You and dad watched baseball and I made blueberry pie? You said it was better than any scotch you’ve ever had! I can make that again, I just need to run to the store although I’m not sure they’re open this late but I do have cherries at home! I can make a great Che..”

With a laugh a gentle pat to her head the grown man shook his head

“I just needed to check on someone, no drinking for me, and I’ll take you up on they cherry pie offer some other time but right now? Id Be eternally grateful if you could fix my bike for me? I’ll meet you out there in a minute.”

She nodded quickly, hustling through the crowds with practiced ease.

The moment she disappeared from view another familiar face was standing before him, eyes frantic as he ran a hand wildly through his now beanieless black waves.

“What’s wrong? Why is she here? Is it Polly? The babies?! Is it her mom? Is she okay? It’s late she has school in the morning! What did she say to you? Where did she go?!” Jughead panted, his hands reaching out desperately for his fathers collar.

Fp smiled lazily

“She’s just fixing my bike, I’ll be out there in a few minutes, gotta talk to rusty here about putting a few nonalcoholic beverages on the menu.” He teased laughing at the bartenders goofy grin.

“You let her go outside alone?! Here?! What’s wrong with you, you can’t just.. god.. I can’t even believe you!” The young Serpent growled before ripping off in the direction of the door.

Fp leaned back in his stool propping his arms behind his head.

“Take it away son.” He grinned.

Jughead found her leaning over Fps old Harley, hair pulled back in a messy bun and soft blue skirt flowing gently in the wind, her hands were buried deep in the engine and her nose was scrunched in confusion.

“Find the problem kenickie?”

Betty jumped at the familiar rumble of her ex boyfriends voice, her hands trembling as she held the wrench right, looking away quickly she sighed.

“No. I don’t see anything wrong. Other than a few rusty spark plugs it’s in perfect condition, he can bring it to the shop tomorrow, now that you’re here you can take him home. I better go it’s late.” Turning on her heel something in Jughead snapped, he couldn’t just let her walk away again, he wouldn’t be able to bare it if she got in that car and drove away for the second time.

“Betts… Juliet…please” he called after her.

She stiffened.

“I’m going home Jughead.” She whispered

Taking a deep breath he started

“I wish I could go home, I haven’t been able to go home for two months. Nothing feels like home anymore. My trailer.. there’s no tiny pink sweaters folded on top of the couch, there’s no lemonade in the fridge, it doesn’t smell like vanilla and honey, my bed.. it’s empty every night. After school.. I still wait for you to come and take your cheerleading sneakers off and drop your feet in my lap. I don’t have a home anymore because you are my home Betty Cooper and…. and damn I want to come home.” He whispered.

She turned abruptly, raindrop tears falling fast from her meadow green eyes as she stood a few feet from him. Stretching her arms open she smiled shaking

“Come home Juggie.”

And seven years later when Jughead dropped down on one knee in the tiny White House they shared on the Southside and asked Betty Cooper to be his wife, Fp Jones was there, sitting sandwiched between Alice cooper and Hal Cooper.

And maybe when he whispered

“Thank god for sobriety”

No one questioned it one bit.


Hooked | Guard

Series: Worth Fighting For

Note: Hey! This is Day 1 for write-a-thon! I’m kicking it off with part one to an amazing series that I’m super excited for. Like, seriously, I’m so fucking excited to share this series with you guys. I really enjoyed writing it. Also, I’m gonna try to incorporate boxing terms into each title for this series…I’m gonna fail, but might as well try lmao.

Word Count: 3623

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Boxing

Warnings: No smut…yet.

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, a world-famous boxer who is pegged as a self-centered asshole that has everything — good looks, fame, fortune, talent — trains for his big fight against Alexander Hamilton. When he moves to Washington D.C. to be closer to his family, he meets someone who will look past his outer shell and get to know the real him.

“The #2 pound-for-pound fighter and current world cruiserweight champion Thomas Jefferson is rumored to have moved to Washington D.C. for personal reasons. Many are wondering how this is going to affect his preparations for his big match in three months when he defends his title against newcomer Alexander Hamil–”

Thomas turned off the TV with a sigh. He was sick of this. The media never gave him a break; they were always up in his business, exposing everything that went on in his personal life for profit. Thomas felt like he never had a break from anything. But then again, he wasn’t supposed to be taking it easy. He was supposed to be training for a huge fight he had in three months, but instead he was in his new, half-unpacked apartment in the center of D.C.

Thomas’ thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing in his right pocket. He groaned as soon as he saw the caller ID before he pressed the green button, holding it up to his ear.

“What?” Thomas snapped, somehow already annoyed with the person on the other line.

“What the hell are you doing in D.C.?”

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Jackson Wang

REQUEST: Hi can you do some GOT7 smut idc which member you choose. Can it be where y/n isn’t the shy type and they ask a random sexual question and she reveals some kink she has without hesitation|**

Type: Smut

Word Count: 2749

*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*

“Okay, Okay.” Jinyoung laughed pouring more wine into BamBam’s glass. It was Wine Wednesday and of course you were here in the boys apartment, two bottles of wine deep and playing never have I ever.

“Never have I ever…. had sex with a dude.” Jinyoung finished looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“You are so lame, you couldn’t have thought of anything better?” You said taking a sip from your glass to indicate that you have.

“Don’t be so mean!” He said before pointing to your best friend to indicate it was her turn.

“Well, I guess since were picking on y/n and on the topic,” You looked at her with an amused smile, this was going to be good. “Never have I ever been tied up during sex.”

All eyes looked to your as you downed remaining  half of your glass. It was no secret to those who asked that you were kinky in more ways than one, and you really didn’t care who knew. You weren’t going to apologize for it. After wiping your mouth and holding out your hand to Jinyoung to refill your glass you noticed everyone was now looking at you with an array of expressions. Your best friend looked at you smugly, knowing exactly what it was she did. Jaebum, Jinyoung, Youngjae and Yugyeom were all looking at you in compete shock while BamBam, Mark, and Jackson were all looking at you curiously.

“What do you mean you’ve been tied up during sex?” BamBam finally asked.

“Um, like I’ve have my arms tied behind me, I’ve been tied to the headboard before… just basic stuff, nothing too exciting.” You said wiggling your glass in front of Jinyoung again.

“Wait, is that why you had that bruise on your thigh the other day?” Youngjae asked. You’re best friend snorted, knowing perfectly well that wasn’t it.

“No, that was from something else.” You said taking another sip.


“I don’t mind a good caning every once in a while.” You shrugged as your friend started to laugh.

“Y/n is actually the kinkiest person you’ll ever meet.” She said holding her glass out to you.

“Really?” Jackson said looking from beside you with more than just amusement in his eyes now.

“Yup, love it.” You said shrugging.

“Whats your favorite?” Yugyeom asked. You could tell it just slipped out since his hand went to cover his mouth in a discreet way. You laughed and repositioned yourself, your friend now so excited she could hardly sit down. She lived through your stories and loved hearing about them.

“Well Choking is the one I ask for the most. A close second though is a daddy kink.” You said making the boys around you eyes widen.

“Never have I ever called anyone Daddy during sex.” Mark said making every one laugh and you take another drink.

The night went on and everyone continued to drink. Mark and Yugyeom called it a night first, light weights, and shortly after that one by one the rest of the boys trickled away. Your best friend was already passed out on the couch so as Jaebum left you with yourself and Jackson you figured you might as well get settled.

“So, Im still curious.” Jackson said catching your attention and waving you over to the patio that still sat open. You walked over to him and followed him out, sitting yourself on one of the plastic chairs.

“About?” You finally said.

“This whole kink thing.” You nodded to tell him to continue. “Ive kind of been wanting to try a few out.” He finished making you nod.

“Well, what are you interested in?”

“Well I thought at first it would just be little stuff like marking and stuff.. but when you said choking and especially when you said your daddy kink…”

“Theres only one way to find out if you like those things, and if you think that you’re going to be into a daddy kink then you shouldn’t be acting like a nervous little boy.” You said in a very matter of fact tone, completely amused with the way he was so nervous.

“I know, thats why Id want to try it with someone I trust you know? I don’t know.” He said licking his bottom lip.

You didnt know why but in that moment you saw him in a new light. You cocked your head and looked at him, and then you said something that shocked even you.

“Well Im your friend.”

His head snapped over to look at you and you silently kicked yourself for saying it. There was just something about how nervous he was that turned you on. You wanted to see if he had that monster inside of him, but before you could tell him anything else his entire demeanor changed. His nervous lip licking turned into a cocky grin and his unsure eyes turned dark as he looked into you.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” He said sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. You thought for a second before nodding, already knowing you were falling into your submissive ways.

“Yes, daddy.” You said, trying to fight the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Oh yea, Im going to like this.” He said standing up quickly and grabbing your arm to pull you behind him.

He shut his door a little too hard and instantly your lips were connected. You never realized how badly you needed to kiss Jackson. How perfect his lips felt as he pressed his body as tightly against yours as he could get. Your hands became fists as they pulled the material of his shirt towards your body until you realized you much rather be touching the perfect skin you had so often stared at. Grabbing at the bottom you started to pull it up, smiling as he let you take it off of his body.

“Someones eager.” He said with a smirk that made the pooling in your shorts even more prominent. You smiled back before biting your lip and taking off your own shirt, to which he rocked back to get a better view.

“I knew you never wore bras under your sweatshirts.” He said walking into you so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

You let him walk you back till you knees it the bed causing you to sit, breaking the kiss. He watched you as you scooted back and rested on your elbows, waiting for him to make the next move. His hands started to trace up your bare leg till it met the hem of your shorts. The feeling of his hand made goosebumps appear across your thighs and your nipples to stand at attention, something his obviously noticed. With fingers hooking under the band on your shorts he began to pull them off, your head fell back in anticipation, only to rise again when you heard his light chuckle.

“No panties either.” He tisked.

You bit your lip waiting for him to make the next move. The sight of you doing that as you laid naked in front of him made his member twitch as he couldn’t wait any longer. Strong arms moving on either side of you he crawled till his face was once again pressing to yours. He kissed you quickly and without asking his tongue was slipping into yours. He let his chest press against yours and the sudden pressure made you groan and wrap your arms around his back. You let your fingers trail up and down a short patch of skin, something that you often did for him when movies were being watched, but this time every time your hands trailed back down they went lower and lower. As soon as your fingertips met his belt you quickly started to undo the button and zipper, your need for him growing. He chuckled again into the kiss, his lips soon leaving yours.

“Would you like me to touch you?” He whispered against your ear as his lips pressed firmly to your neck and his fingers now lightly made their way to your core.

“Yes… daddy.” You said remembering why this was happening in the first place.

He nipped at the skin of your neck causing a soft moan to come from your lips and distracting you slightly from his hand that had left your skin. Without warning his fingers were entering you causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips as your back arched. He chuckled at your response as he slowly drew his fingers back out. The sound of your disappointed moan made him push his fingers back into you causing another gasp.

“I dont do teasing.” You stated, rolling your hips against his fingers. He pushed on your hips so they were trapped against the bed and you groaned as he slowly removed his fingers again.

“I do.” Was all he said. He looked at you intently making you bite your lip. This was exactly what you wanted from him.

“Yes sir.” You said trying to relax your body as his fingers began to tease you again.

Trying to fight the urge to roll your hips against him was enough to make the feeling of his fingers slowly curling upwards more intense then it should have been. You tried focusing on his mouth that was now kissing down your neck, but that was driving you crazy too. Another moan left your lips as he kissed passed your collar bone to lightly nip at one of your nipples. Yo didn’t know how he was doing it, or what he was doing that made every nerve in your body stand on edge. Out of pleasure your hands found their way into his hair. He groaned as you tugged slightly but the moment he felt you trying to direct him closer to your core all feeling of him disappeared.

“No, no baby girl. Be good.” He said making you whimper.

You were happy to see him stand and remove his pants, the sight of his member springing from the band of his underwear making you squirm. Another wicked grin met his lips at your reaction and he was once again crawling over you, the feeling of his skin touching yours setting you on fire. His lips met yours hungrily and his hands once again roamed over you. Quickly his fingers started to play with your clit. You tried to be smug, focus on the fact that he was the one exploring his kinks but the feeling of his fingers on you and this new sensation running though your body you had never experienced before left you trying to quiet your moans.

“Does that feel good?” He said deeply as his lips move to your neck. You couldn’t respond, all your attention was focused on the clenching feeling that was running through your body. You tried to speak, but only desperate moans came out.

“I asked you a question.” He whispered putting his hand on your throat.

Instantly your body began to turn full static, your nerves screaming at every end. The feeling of the pressure against your throat making you feel so small, which was your favorite way to feel.

“Y/n?” Jackson said removing both of his hands again. You grunted annoyed as the orgasm you were so close to started to fade. You looked at him and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“I don’t think I like that.” He said nervously rubbing his neck. You smiled and nodded.

“Thats okay. How about you let me take care of you?” You said and his worried look turned excited as you repositioned yourself to crawl over him. “Daddy.” You said now against his neck as you kissed down it.

“Now that? That I like.” He said running his hands down your side and ending with a loud smack to your rear end

Straddling him you teased the tip of his member, loving the way it stood at attention. He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your lips once again making all of your nerves explode. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled, bringing you down so he could fully submerge himself in you. The feeling of him stretching against your now over sensitive walls already had your legs tingling. The feeling of his arms tightly around you made you feel so small again.

You started to roll your hips, pumping slowly as you tried to regain your breath. Once you had control of yourself you arched your back so you could prop yourself up, hands on either side of Jacksons head. Your pace and his breath quickened, the sensation of you riding him taking over. He groaned as his fingers moving to grip tightly to your sides. You felt him reposition himself under you, bringing his knees up just enough so the fast pace trusting that now was erupting through your body was easier for him to accomplish.

“Ja.. Jackson!” You said as your head fell into his shoulder. He spanked you once before tightening his grip on you.

“Wrong.” He growled, the sound of his dominate voice made you whimper.

“Daddy please.” You moaned as his pace quickened once again.

You tried containing your moans but with the angle he was ponding you at made your breath hitch over and over again as you tried to moan out a simple ‘daddy please.’ When you finally got it out he chuckled before sitting up to make you lay on your back. Instantly he reached deeper hitting your most sensitive spot. You called out  making him laugh before thrusting into you deeper than before. You clawed at his back as he started to pick up pace again. The feeling of his new reach setting every nerve in your core on fire and the static start of your orgasm to be felt deep in your legs.

“Ah, daddy please!” You said a little too loud. His arm placed itself over your neck again and you looked at him with shocked eyes, the stactic intensifying.

“Be quiet baby girl.” He growled, pumping faster.

You bit your lip to try and stifle the sound that was trying to escape from your throat. Your fingers dug into his back, trying to control the orgasm that was seconds away from exploding.

“Im going to cum, daddy please!” You whispered, the restraint on your neck making it easy for you to keep your voice down.

“Cum for me baby girl.”

Seconds after saying that you head tilted back, pressing your neck further into his arm. You held tightly to his neck as your body started to shake, you tried to hold on to it a little longer, loving the feeling of your body being sent into euphoria.

“I said cum for me.” He said, his own pumps becoming staggered. He hit your G-spot one last time before your entire body let go, causing you to hold tighter to the back of his neck as you tried to grasp at anything you could.

“What a good girl.” He said and the feeling of him riding you through your orgasm ended as he pulled himself out and came all over your bare stomach.

He groaned deeply as he released himself. You couldn’t help but smile, your head rolling to the side as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers softened and sorted started to play with his hair as the two of you caught your breath. The feeling of his lips kissing your neck made you chuckle.

“Thank you daddy.” You said softly, chuckling again as he groaned loudly.

After cleaning you up and himself up he jumped back on his bed in a new pair of sweat pants after tossing you a shirt. You began to stand, your legs still slightly weak. You were half way to the door to take your place on the couch when Jackson called your name.

“You can stay in here if you want.” He said propping himself up on his elbows.

“You might fall involve with me if I do.” You said placing your hand on the door. You watched as he stood up and made his way over to you, shutting the door that you had started to open.

“Daddy wants you to stay.” He whispered making you smirk.

anonymous asked:

god ive wanted to read this for ages and im terrible at writing BUT jsjsbsjs could you maybe write a florist au! with hyungwon snjsns it's so silly im sorry but i love your writing and you could really do it justice

sure, no problem!! someone else asked me for a soft hyungwon au so~

  • owns a flowershop that specializes in flowers for runway shows and weddings,,,,big events and stuff
  • even though when you walk into it,,,,,it kind of seems like a gem in the rut???? like the outside looks a bit,,,,shabby and when you come inside the place is so cramped and tight 
  • but it’s ,,,, beautiful nonetheless??? because the flowers are all well taken care of and bright and the ceiling has hanging pots with long leaves that tickle your shoulder when you walk by 
  • and ?? hyungwon seems to have this slight fascination with keeping the counter which he works at in the back lit up with candles ???
  • which you’d think is weird for a flowershop,,,,but he claims that the nice smell mixed in with the smell of flowers helps keep him awake on the job
  • since it’s kind of lonely because no one walks in just to buy flowers - most people order his services online and someone else delivers them
  • is so used to falling asleep at work that he keeps a rollout mat in storage along with blankets in case he doesnt feel like going home after a long night LOL
  • brings his dog to work because again,,,most people don’t come into the shop so it doesn’t matter
  • the dogs cute he’s a chowchow and his names tiger lily which is sometimes too long for hyungwon to say so he’s like “tiger,,,,don’t sit on the new shipment of roses ,,,,,,im begging you”
  • friend changkyun helps hyungwon with the online orders and managing the website because hyungwon cant type more than 10 words without accidentally deleting the entire post apparently
  • you’re one of the stage managers at a fashion show for a big brand and since the theme is summer they’d ordered some flower arrangements and whatnot
  • and someone tells you they’re here but when you run out to greet the person all you see is this tall, handsome man
  • and you’re like ‘excuse me, models have to be in the back getting dressed? what are you doing out here?’
  • and the man points to himself and is like ‘me?’
  • and ur like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yes you you’re obviously a model go get changed!
  • and you motion with your clipboard but the guy just blinks slowly and is like ‘nope, im not a model. im here with my flower arrangements. where do you want them?’
  • and you’re taken back like,,,,,wait what he’s not a model???? but he’s over 180cm,,,,,his features are striking and pretty,,,,,,plus he has that half dazed look going on that’s so in these days???
  • but he just stares at you and you feel your face go pink and your like,,o,,,oh im sorry right the flowers i need them over here follow me
  • and hyungwon waves for helpers to unload the big arrangements and he follows after you,,,slouching and yawning
  • and you get everything set up and hyungwon is fixing some vines here and there and you’re still,,,,shocked looking at him because is he really just a normal florist???? looking like that????
  • you suddenly catch his eyes though and you get shy and pretend to write something down instead
  • until you hear him coming over and he’s like “im all done” and you’re like th-thank you
  • and he doesn’t leave,,,,,sleepy brown eyes looking at you and you’re like “i-is there anything else?”
  • and he’s like “do  you really think ,,,,,,,,, i look like a model?” and you’re like,,,,,well,,,,,,,yes i mean,,,,,,you’re tall and good looking-
  • “good looking?”
  • you bite back your lip and you’re like objectively,,,y,,,yes you have attractive features-
  • hyungwon seems to grin,,,,the first sign of something that isn’t tiredness on his face and he leans closer 
  • tilting his head he’s like “you’re attractive too,,,,,,here you go.”
  • and suddenly he pulls a flower from behind his back and you’re like ????? and he’s like “in flower language that daisy means would you like to have coffee with me.”
  • and you’re like dfkhss who knew he was sauve too
  • and you’re like “r-really?” and hyungwon is like lol no actually i don’t know anything about flower language but i am asking you to get coffee with me
  • and you’re like oh my god,,,,,cheesy,,,,,,,but you’re holding the daisy and you’re like “that,,,,,sounds nice, id love to-oh mY GOd THE shOW IS StarTING IN tEN MInutes i NEED to gO-”
  • hyungwon watches you dash off, daisy and clipboard pressed to your chest and he just smiles to himself because,,,,,,you’re cute
  • but also a model? he never considered,,,,,maybe he should,,,,,,but nah he’s good being a florist for now~

Once upon a time a 17 year old English girl fell in love with a talented but relatively unknown country singer by the name of Taylor Swift. PLOT TWIST: 11 years later she is one of the most successful artists in history and I just spent my Friday night hanging out with her at her house. Wanna know how this happened? I’m going to tell you my story. Get yourself comfy (maybe some cocoa or a nice sweater) and listen up. 

I don’t claim to be the biggest Taylor Swift fan in the world, but like every Swiftie I would always like to think I am. I have loved Taylor for longer than I can remember and one of my biggest dreams in life has always been to meet her. 

On 3rd October 2017 I woke up around 5am as I do every morning, and I turned off my alarm and turned my internet on. I had a few notifications, Facebook messenger, twitter, tumblr….but then there was a DM? I never get twitter DM’s, I’m not remotely interesting enough for anyone to want to speak to me, so who was this messaging me?

Half asleep and with my eyes still adjusting to the light I opened the DM screen and saw the words ‘Taylor Nation’. My whole body froze…that’s not what is says is it? I rubbed my eyes and looked again…it was. I clicked on the message and read it quickly. I didn’t really take it in, something about a Confidential Event. I dropped my phone onto my chest and looked at the ceiling trying to take in what I had just read. Was I having another Taylor dream ? Somehow I knew I wasn’t - the last Taylor dream I had we were eating banana splits in an old railway carriage turned into a diner…i don’t even like bananas. Somehow this seemed more plausible. 

I closed twitter and decided to ignore it for a second and look at my other notifications. There was a facebook message from my Swiftie friend Bethy telling me to have a good day and reminding me to keep my DMs on….wait, she had one to? I replied back saying 'I have, you too?’ and for a solid hour we were messaging eachother in code without either of us admitting what we had received in text…but we both knew. 

I sent my details over to Taylor Nation and tried to get ready for work…putting my jeans on back to front, loading the laundry into the machine without adding the washing liquid, walking around my house doing things which usually came naturally but for some reason took extra effort and concentration…something I was lacking. 

It was another 10 hours before my DM was replied to saying they would contact me soon. Soon? How soon is soon? Bethy and I continued talking to eachother imagining what it could be. Would we be in a live stream? A music video? Are we being invited to a show? An interview? In the back of our minds we wanted it to be a secret session but it wouldn’t be would it? People like us with a handful of followers whose idea of a great Friday night is to play Yahtzee while listening to Taylor Swift on repeat wouldn’t get invited, would we? 

Luckily soon was only 3 hours and I got a call from a New York number. I was at my parents house so I ran up the stairs to take the call. Some other Swiftie friends in a group chat were messaging me about stuff and I was trying to pick up but notifications were sending my phone into meltdown. Eventually I managed to pick up…then hang up on Taylor Nation. Yes, I hung up on Taylor Swift’s management group!!! (Sorry Ali). 

I tried to call back but it went to voice mail, so I sent them a DM and went for a wee. Ali called me again while I was on the toilet so I was nervously trying to finish peeing and then ran out to the top of the stairs to take the call. The signal in my parents house was awful and I kept shouting 'huh’ and 'hello?’ down the phone but Ali was so lovely. She told me I had been picked to be invited to a special event because I was a super fan and I could bring a +1. I knew Bethy was already going and I made a pact with Megan if ever we had an opportunity to meet Taylor we would take eachother. I hastily gave her Megan’s details and then passed Alex’s on to Bethy for her call before screaming at Alex to keep 13th October clear (for the record he is so difficult). On top of this I was also on holiday that day and so going to this event also meant cutting my holiday short…but this was Taylor Swift! 

I found out on Sunday 8th October that we had to meet at a hotel and would be shuttled to the location via bus. Unfortunately my bladder condition flared up on 10th October and I nervously contacted Taylor Nation for details of restroom facilities, scared I wouldn’t be able to go. I cried as I waited for an email back but Taylor Nation were so lovely….you could tell they worked for Taylor. I went to the local Dr on holiday and got antibiotics and instructions for bedrest for the 2 days before the event.  My bladder was still bad by early morning day of the event but luckily started clearing up as I travelled from Devon to London. 

The day of the event we all met up at Waterloo Station in London before travelling to the hotel where we needed to meet Taylor Nation. I was so nervous that everything was going wrong and had been in so much pain and in denial I was going to be well enough to go that I couldn’t believe it was happening. 

On the way from the tube to the hotel we saw a funeral directors with 4 gravestones in the window - were they for us when Taylor killed us with her music? A bus went past…the number 13? So typically Taylor! 

We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Taylor Nation were in the lobby (we didn’t know it was them). The receptionist asked if we were going to the knitting convention? I was confused…was this a cover story? All I kept thinking was 'I knit sweaters yo’….'no, we are going to meet some friends' we told them. 

We went upstairs to our room to get ready and when came down we didn’t know where to go. There seemed to be some type of line forming around the building and the sheer quantity of red lipstick and floaty dresses told me we were in the right place. 

We checked in with Taylor Nation and as I gave Elise my ID she said she liked my passport cover. It’s a picture of Taylor with 'grab your passport and my hand’ written on it. She confirmed with me that she was the one I had been emailing and I thanked her for her help. I then signed a NDA and got my really cool wristband which has 'United Kingdom’ in reputation font on it. And then we headed downstairs to wait for the bus. 

I was on bus number ¾ with Megan- Alex and Bethy had already gone on bus 2. I sat right behind the driver and he had his Satnav programmed with 3 different routes. He took the first route to somewhere random, loaded the second route and followed it, then loaded the third. It was clear he was trying to throw us off. As we entered part of the neighbourhood I felt very out of place. The cars had personalised plates, the houses were getting bigger, the hustle and bustle of London life seemed to getting further in the distance. 

Suddenly the bus stopped in front of a beautiful house…this was it…this was Taylor’s house? We were escorted off the bus and down to the side door which lead to a basement. The carpets were bouncy and the soundproof walls were so soft. We waited patiently for a few minutes and then suddenly the door opened and I caught a glimpse of a canvas of the New York skyline….this IS Taylor’s house. 

We were taken up the stairs to a central entrance hall with a staircase leading up to the top of the house and a corridor towards a large group of people with music playing - her Spotify playlist. The party was in the kitchen. Megan and I walked in to the kitchen, everything was so perfect. Ice buckets full of cans of soda and water, the best chicken bites I have ever tasted, cheese, vegetables and dip, reputation m&ms and cookies with REP on. There was so much I couldn’t even see it all.

We spotted our friend Bethy over in the corner by the French doors and headed over to speak to her. As we got there so did Scott Swift….the total legend and biggest fangirl ever. I told him I had briefly seen him in Nashville for 1989 and be told me the Mick Jagger story…the same one Taylor tells in interviews. Word for word and he beamed with pride as he told us stories about Taylor. There I was on a Friday night in Taylor Swift’s house talking to her dad about 2 megastars as if we were all old friends. And he was really interested in us, not just polite conversation but so enthralled that we loved his daughter as much as he did. True to Scott Swift fashion he gave us some guitar picks as me made his way onto the next group. 

I asked Alex where the toilet was and he took me out to the corridor…which hid a restroom behind huge grey panels. It was the nicest smelling toilet I have ever been in…and I have been in a lot! As I sat there peeing in Taylor’s toilet and looking at the Jo Malone candle burning by the sink I wondered…how did I get here?

Shortly after I left the toilet we were ushered across the entrance hall to a huge rectangular room. Opposite the door were large windows covered over by drapes and a single armchair - Taylor’s seat. The floor was adorned with cushion after cushion and Megan and I ran to the closest cushion to Taylor. Megan sat right in front of her and I squeezed in behind. This was a SECRET SESSION!!!!

A few minutes later I looked behind as the door opened and in walked a real angel to a round of screams and claps- red lips, natural 'I’ve just washed it’ curly hair, snake boots and a huge smile. She sat down in front of us on the seat and said 'Hi I’m Taylor’. Just like at tour, only this time not to 70,000…to just 100. 

And then the mystery was revealed. Taylor Nation hadn’t just randomly picked us off of various social media sites - we had been hand selected by Taylor herself who had stalked us for over a year and sent TN our profiles to invite us. It hit me…Taylor picked me?!?! The woman I have been 'stalking’ for 11 years had been stalking me too? Out of all the fans in Europe I was one she wanted to meet. I don’t think that will ever fully sink in. 

Taylor played us her album, telling us little stories about each song - the inspiration, the recording processes, the reactions from friends and family. It was so much to take in but watching Taylor mouth along to the words, act out different expressions and sitting-dance to all of the songs was hilarious - I wasn’t in the presence of a celebrity, I was sitting with my best friend appreciating the biggest achievement she will ever have - true happiness. Taylor Swift is truly happy, about life, about her music, about her fans and it is nothing short of magical. 

As each song played I really wondered how Taylor could top it, but she did…over and over again. Time went so quickly and it felt like the world’s biggest and best slumber party, except we didn’t get to sleep over. 

At one point it was so hot that Scott Swift had to open all the doors to let the air in. As Taylor played his favourite song from the album she called for him to come and listen and he made a joke that he was actually handing out guitar picks to the neighbours. 

After Taylor finished playing the album I looked around. Everyone was so Wonderstruck by what they had heard and I looked at Taylor and she looked so content. I don’t know whether she was worried by what our reactions would be but all we had for this album was love…and I hope Taylor knows that. 

After the listening session we were handed copies of the reputation magazines while we were waiting for photos. Megan and I were some of the first to go in. I was so focused on getting to the event that I hadn’t even thought about what to say. Taylor ran over to Megan and hugged her and started talking about her bright pink hair. She loved it and it had been distracting her all evening. Then Taylor hugged me and I hugged her back like I had never hugged anyone before. She was so tall like a giraffe but with the grace of a swan…and I was me. I whispered 'thank you for inviting me’ and she smiled. I didn’t want to let go.

As so many people were waiting they sort of rushed us with a picture. Taylor grabbed hold of us with her arms around our shoulders and smiled so sincerely at the camera. I wanted to talk to Taylor as I didn’t get a chance but we were ushered off. As Megan walked out front if me I went to turn and talk to Taylor when Megan suddenly shouted 'we went to Nashville’. Taylor screamed back excitedly 'I know’ with the biggest smile on her face. So…I didn’t get to talk to Taylor but she knew we went to Nashville. She really did stalk me.

When we left the room we were greeted by Mama Swift. I told her about my mum being terminally ill with Cancer and how she had gotten test results that day but she wanted me to be with Taylor instead. She gave me an extra hug and told me to hug my mum for her. I told my mum later and she started crying. Someone she has never met wished her well…it isn’t just Taylor, it is her whole family. 

We were taken back to the basement to collect Merch bags with a T-shirt, hat, sticker, pop socket and exclusive secret sessions keyring. It was so lovely of Taylor to give us something more to remember the day. 

I got the bus back to the hotel and sat talking to Ali the whole way about the album and Nashville….I may have also invited her to CMA fest next year.

By the time I got back to the hotel and collected my belongings (which had been taken from us earlier) I was shattered but I couldn’t sleep. I posted on twitter and suddenly my phone couldn’t stop vibrating…thousands of retweets and likes. I sat there trying to figure out what happened but I’m still not even sure I believe it myself.

It took me 2 whole days to cry…not because I didn’t care but because this wasn’t the norm. I had stood outside countless radio stations and events before and not met Taylor…I had cried. I had come away from concerts and not been picked for Loft or Club Red etc and cried…but this was different. Not only had I met Taylor, she had picked me. I couldn’t cry…I just felt a sense of fulfillment, of achievement, of love. By the time I did cry if wasn’t because of what happened; it was because I missed her. 

But this is not the end of my story with Taylor…I feel like this is the start of a new chapter. I came away with a whole mind of memories and countless new friends - affectionately known as FANtom Squad.

Friday 13 October was the best night of my life; I will never be able to thank Taylor enough and I’ll probably never have a chance to say what I wanted to say. But after years of hiding it & toning down this side of my life to please people I can honestly I am not ashamed of who I am because who I am is exactly how @taylorswift likes me. 

This Fic Includes Days: 1. Aphrodisiacs 2. Dirty talk 3. Public | Biting 4. Begging 5. Humiliation 6. Bondage 7. Worship (Body, etc)

Summary: Hinata convinces Kageyama to go to a sex club and they give an audience quite the show. 

Silken Haze 

10:15pm. Hinata and Kageyama stood in front of a black metal door in a desolate alley with their hands interlinked and sweaty. The black awning above the door’s row of security cameras read in fancy white cursive, Club Silk—it was an all-sexualities-friendly “happening bar”, or plainly, a sex club.

“Why did I let you rope me into this,” Kageyama grumbled, foot tapping the ground anxiously. It’s true it had taken Hinata a few weeks to get him to come around to the idea of going to one of these notorious establishments, but Hinata had expressed various times that they would not do anything he was uncomfortable with. Kageyama had the final say and ultimately he had said ‘yes’.

Hinata laughed, his voice squeaking slightly. “But you’re curious, right? I have goose bumps all over my body. I’m both nervous and excited.”

“Most important rule: nobody is allowed to touch either of us.” Kageyama swallowed hard, “But they can watch, or whatever, I guess…”

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5 | Save Me

word count:
 3,381 i love writing i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes. this chapter has mentions of torture, non-con, bruises, being beaten etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“I could ask you the same thing, Serena.”

The once beautiful girl looked drained, she didn’t seem like your best friend, something had changed. Evidently. She was wearing a red silky dressing gown that had parted slightly at the front, revealing her matching lingerie underneath. Her overall appearance was outlandishly sexy and completely out of character, she would normally never wear anything like that, never mind be confident enough to answer the door dressed that way. Was she fucking Mr Lee?

“Sorry I think you’ve got the wrong house, it’s just me and my boyfriend home.” She smiled, talking just a little too loud for your liking,

“Serena what the fuck is going on?! Why are you here?” You whispered, just in case the dangerous professor was lurking behind her,

“I told you we didn’t order a pizza. I’m sorry you have the wrong address. You have to leave now-” Serena tried slamming the door shut on you, but a large hand gripped at the dark wood, stopping the door from shutting completely.

“Y/N.. Is that you?”

Mr Lee.

“Yeah, uh, my car broke down and I was just looking for some help… I didn’t know you lived here.”

Shivers ran down your spine when you saw him, he was still the same young, handsome professor you once trusted and looked up to. He was wearing a crisp navy suit, his black hair was slicked back and stubble shadowed his fierce features. Only difference being this time you were more than aware of his out of school activities, and he’d somehow managed to drag Serena into it too. Was she working for him all along?

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Birthday Boy

Birthday Boy

Sebastian Stan

Sorry about the shitty quality and possible abundant amount of spelling mistakes, I’m on mobile and I cannot stand it. But happy birthday to my baby❤️❤️

warnings; unprotected sex, oral sex, use of toys, Sebastian (need I say more)

It was one of THOSE days.

The type of day where he could jerk himself ten times in a row and still be left with a throbbing erection between his legs. The type of day where nothing could satisfy his insatiable need to bury his cock in a warm, wet place.

Sebastian thinks that it’s most likely due to the excitement thats pulsating throughout his entire body. That excitement was produced from the ability, after six whole months, to see his girl.

The little break from filming for his birthday had Seb’s mind mulling over how many different ways Y/N would let him ruin her this year. And shit, he’s not sure how she’ll outdo herself from last year because Sebastian swears he never recovered.

She was addictive, so much in fact that nearly every other sentence that fell from his mouth had something to do with her. Y/N was his entire world, the one piece that kept everything in order.

Sebastian never knew that a girl could run his life this much, but then he met Y/N and found that he was completely, entirely wrong. 

It seemed as though everything this girl did either brought a smile to Seb’s face or a rush of blood to his cock (but honestly, usually both happened). Sometimes he’s shocked that after three years together she could still have this affect on him.

So yes, it was one of those days.. but Sebastian was going to see his girl and that was all that mattered. He could ignore his pulsing cock as long as he kept his thoughts trained on anything but her, which ended up being the hardest to do.

He spent his entire flight home thinking about her with his legs crossed enough to cover his hardened cock. He thought about her body and how many ways she could bend her legs. About how good she tasted when he would go down on her. About how fucking amazing those little whimpers she made were.

Fuck, she was amazing.

Sebastian swore his cock pulsed when he pressed the house key into the lock. He though back to the day they bought the house - how she sucked him off in the bathroom as the agent was downstairs waiting for them to sign papers.

Yeah, his girl was pretty great.

Unlocking the door, he pushes it open with his shoulder. Dropping his bags on the floor, Sebastian peers around the seemingly empty house.

She has to be home..right? She knew he was coming home today, she obviously remembered his birthday from the racy pictures she sent him this where was she?

Sebastian can’t tell if he’s more upset that she wasn’t greeting him at the door or that she hadn’t planned some ‘welcome home’ blowjob for him.

He knew what he was getting himself into when he took his latest role, he knew how long he’d be away but, that didn’t excuse the fact that he’s been away six months and his girlfriend’s pussy is no where in sight.

It wasn’t a dry spell per say, more of a forced one. Six months without so much as touching his girls skin was more than enough to drive Sebastian absolutely crazy.

6 months since he’s seen her in person. 6 months since he’s seen her tits or her glistening pussy in front of him. 6 months since he’s absolutely devoured her heat while his fingers dug deep inside of her as she elicited sweet sighs and honeyed moans. 6 months since she’s screamed his name with his cock deep inside of her. 6 months of torture and she wasn’t even there to greet him at the fucking door.

He knows it’s because of his career, it drives them apart whenever he’s forced to go away to film. He knows it’s unfair to her when he leaves. But shit, he thinks it’s quite unfair for her to not be at that fucking door.

And because she wasn’t at the door, Sebastian can’t help but feel his ego deflate a bit. He’s faced with the glaring realization that she isn’t greedy for his cock at the moment, that she might not even want his dick near her.

While Sebastian knew she was a busy little bumblebee these days, what with her continuous job promotions and increasing social life, he couldn’t help but feel almost forgotten.

Maybe Y/N had gone out with her new friends and simply forgot that Sebastian would be home today?

His thoughts are cut off by the small pitter-patter of feet upstairs. “Seb!” Her succulent voice squeals as she rushes down the stairs.

He’s so absolutely ecstatic to see her that he almost forgets about the bags in his arms. He drops them, opening his arms wide to catch his speedy little girlfriend.

He’s never seen her run so fast in her entire life, so by the time she clashes into his chest it’s more of a sharp push than a thud. Sebastian doesn’t mind though, seeing as she has her legs around his waist and her face in his neck.

“Hey baby.” He hums, pressing his hands to her lower back to pull her flush into his chest. She mumbles a hello into his skin, pressing her lips down.

His hands run down her back and -

Sebastian moves his head out a bit so he can look down at her attire. It’s a lacy little number that (barely) covers her breasts and does absolutely nothing to cover her plump ass.

He’s so focused on her tight nipples that push through the thin silk, that he doesn’t even realize her lips have traveled to his jawline until he feels her nip at him.

“Happy birthday.” She smirks, pulling away to look at him. She brushes her fingers across his light stubble, giving him an approving look.

She always did like some scruff.

“Did you get all dressed up for me?” He grins, scrunching her hip between his fingers.

Y/N rolls her eyes, shrugging. “More for my suitor upstairs but I guess I’ll let you think it’s all for you.” She teases.

Sebastian nods, hiking her body up his hips more. “Well clearly your suitors doing a horrible job considering this little things still intact.” He plays with her Babydoll, looking at her plump lips.

“You’re the only guy id ever allow to rip this, Seb.” She sighs, running her fingers through his shorter hair. “I missed you, so fucking much.” She mumbles into his neck, burrowing into his skin.

“I missed you more doll.” He grins, wrapping a hand around her waist as his other arm reaches down to grab one of his bags.

Sebastian moves up the stairs, but not before he eyes the kitchen table. They hadn’t had hot table sex in a long time - maybe tonight?

“How’s that Alexa girl, or whatever her damn name is?” Y/N snickers from his shoulder, a certain anger in her voice that sends a smile to Seb’s face.

“Her names Alessia,” He chuckles, squeezing her to him. “And she’s good. She wanted me to tell you she says hello.”

Y/N huffs. “Yeah, I bet she did.”

“I don’t see why you’re so jealous of her.”

“Maybe because she gets to see you everyday while you film and kiss you and do whatever the fuck the director wants.”

Sebastian sighs, kicking the bedroom slow open. “It was one kiss for a single scene. I don’t have to kiss her ever again.” He says, finding her jealousy funny.

“Wow, I bet that broke her heart. Huh?” Y/N shifts closer to Seb, circling her arms tighter around his shoulders. “I don’t want to talk about her anymore.”

“You’re the one who brought her up.” Sebastian chuckles, brushing some of his hair from his face.

Nodding, Y/N pulls back. “Yeah but now I want to fuck you. So do you want to keep talking about her or do you want to have your cock in my mouth?”

“Well obviously I want the second option.” Sebastian grins, pressing a kiss to her lips. Of course Sebastian likes to prod her on her jealousy. It’s a natural occurrence in their multi-year relationship.

He drops her onto the bed, falling on top of her smaller frame. She doesn’t remove herself from being wrapped around him, her ankles crossing behind his back.

His arms reach around to the small of her back and pulls her hips closer. He pokes his tongue out and presses it to the line of hers, requesting for her to open her mouth.

They haven’t kissed in forever and in all honesty, Sebastian was really feeling it before he came home.

He’s rapidly stiffening in his pants and he knows she can feel his cock on her lower belly. They continue to lick into each other’s mouths while their hands roam everywhere: Sebastian’s slide under her Babydoll to brush her skin; hers knit into his hair and pull.

He grips the side of her neck and pulls her closer, lips scrunching and teeth knocking together in an almost sickly kiss. Sebastian follows her down onto the bed, loving the way her body falls slack against his.

“I love you.” He mutters into her mouth, breathing hot air. “So fucking much. Missed you, fuck.”

They break apart and press their foreheads together. “I love you more.” She replies.

Enough sweet talk, Sebastian thinks. He wants to get right down to business after this six month long hell he’s lived.

She rolls her hips up into his, greedy for some type of friction. It was downright sexy, a carnal throb pulses in his pants at the slight brush.

“S'been too long since I had my cock in you.” Sebastian slurs, the need for pleasure taking over his body. “Gonna take care of you baby.”

She nods up at him, silently pleading for him to just ravish her in any way he liked. His birthday was always one of experimentation.

“So baby,” He draws, lacing his fingers around her thighs. “What have you been using to get off since I’ve been gone? Your fingers?”

She shakes her head and Sebastian cocks an eyebrow. “Something else..” She mumbles, leaning up to kiss him again.

“Well get on with it then, what is it?” Sebastian pries, nudging his cock along her lace covered heat.

Y/N sits for a moment, drumming her fingers on his back. “Bought a vibrator. A good investment honestly.”

Sebastian’s shocked at her confession. In all the years he’d known Y/N she had never once discussed any type of sex toy unless she was joking around.

And here she is, his sweet little Y/N — who blushes at the fact his balls have been in her mouth one more than one occasion — admitting that she bought a vibrator to get herself off.

“Did it get you off as well as I can?” Sebastian hums, hoping to inflate his ego further.

She shakes her head, tugging at his shirt. “Nothing gets me off as good as you. But it did get the job done.”

“How about we break it out, huh?”

Y/N nods and pulls harder at Sebastian’s shirt, trying to get him to take it off. He pulls away from her and tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room.

“It’s in the nightstand.” She says, dragging a hand through his dark locks. “You know, I miss the long hair.”

Sebastian leans over her to the nightstand, pulling open the first drawer. “And whys that?”

“Gave me something to pull on whenever you went down on me. Plus Winter Soldier Seb was my all time favorite.” She gives a harsh tug on his hair. “See? Doesn’t quite work as well.”

He bites back a moan at her action, digging around her drawer until he finds a bullet shaped, silver rod. “I’ll have to grow it out again after this movie I guess.”

“I’d like that very much.”

His fingers flip along the little bullet, inspecting it. “Let’s get you out of this, yeah?” He asks, pulling on the strap of the Babydoll.

She nods, giving him a devious smirk. Placing both hands at the top of the neckline, Sebastian pulls apart the material.

It rips in half, leaving just her lace panties to cover her modesty. “I’m waiting for the day when you don’t rip apart my clothes.” She muses.

“I’m waiting for the day when you just stop wearing clothes all together.” He cracks back, marveling at her bare chest.

He runs his hands down the swell of her breasts, chewing his lip at being able to just touch her.

With a fluid motion he rips off her thin panties. She gasps, giving him a stern look as he chuckles. He wants to hear her yell his name, scream into a void as she crashes from her orgasm.

He scoots down, jaw slack, till he’s level with her glistening pink. It’s been far too long since he’s tasted Y/N and he’s not about to be robbed of that privilege by some metal sex toy. He moves his hands to spread her legs, giving him more access to her dampened core. He spreads her folds, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he’s graced with the presence of her sopping clit.

She bucks upwards, wanting him to just get on with it. “Hey, Little Miss Bucky. Hips down.” He grins up at her.

“Don’t give me a name after your character.” She groans above him, pouring out that plump bottom lip of hers.

“And here I thought you liked the Winter Soldier.” Seb laughs, his breath riffing against her heat.

“Yeah, I do like Bucky. But that doesn’t mean I want to be named after him.” Y/N bucks her hips up again.

“Keep your hips down.” Sebastian growls, pinning her body to the mattress by throwing a strong arm over her torso.

Sebastian’s too horny to keep teasing her and he can feel his cock nearly bursting through his jeans. Diving right into her heat, he licks along her clit and savors the taste.

He eyes her, watching her mouth drop as he nibbles against her clit. He probes it with the tip of his tongue, rolling his tongue along it. He all but forgot how intoxicating her pussy was, so small licks were definitely not enough for him.

His moves grow aggressive, almost as if he wants to ruin her before even getting his cock inside of her.

He fingers along her opening, tongue flattening at the base of her clit and licks with a broad swipe upwards.

“Seb..” She moans out and Christ, Sebastian knows now that he’s never crave a sound as much as that of his girl begging for him.

Y/N starts squirming, pulsing on his tongue — her sweet juices flowing down his chin. He needs more of that, more of the taste, more of her moans, more of her hand tugging at his hair. She’s a drug to him and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his fix.

“More.” She hums, pushing his face closer to her sex by his hair, growing greedier by the second. Her small moans grow louder as he ravishes her clit, throwing in a nibble or two.

He gets lost in her all together - lost in her constant pulling at his hair which absolutely drives him up a wall.

He sucks her clit into his mouth and rolls it with his tongue. She sputters along the mattress, pressing her face into the pillow below her head.

It’s been months since Y/Ns been eaten out and Sebastian assumes she won’t last as long as normal. Hell, he won’t last long when he finally gets his cock inside of her.

She tugs on his roots, forcing him to look up at her. “Seb, I love your mouth - I really fucking do. But shit, you can’t just hold the vibrator and not use it on me.” She says, reminding Sebastian that he indeed has the little silver bullet in his fist across her stomach. Pure torture, he supposes.

“Sorry baby.” He purrs into her slick, giving her two more languid licks before flipping the vibrator along his fingers. “Wanna cum, don’t you?”

“No fucking shit, Seb. Just cause it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you can tease me.” She grumbles, massaging her fingers into his hair.

He smirks hotly, twisting the little bottom on the toy. It purrs in his hand as he knocks it another notch. “Wow.” He muses, feeling the strong pulsations through his hand. “Picked a good one, didn’t you?”

“Sebastian..” She moans, pouting down at him. “C'mon baby.”

He nods, flipping it another notch. His eyes widen at the pure power in the small bullet. He leans down and pecks her clit, swiping his tongue over it to add to her copious amount of slick.

Every touch he presses to her hot skin pulls a reaction throughout her entire body. Sebastian knows everything about her body, he’s learned from the numerous years they spent together, exploring one another’s body. He knows she loses control when he fingers her while she knows his cock floods heavy and thick whenever she tugs on his hair.

God did he miss her. Missed the sounds she makes when he has his tongue running across her clit; missed her bucking hips against his chin; missed the pure feel of her skin pressed against his. And fuck did he miss being able to slurp up her flowing juices after she cums all over his mouth.

He brings the toy down to her slit, watching her body jolt from the bed as the vibrations work through her core.

Sebastian smirks, bringing the vibrating tool up along her clit. Y/N squeals delightfully, a content smile across her features as she rolls in his hands.

She cries and arches off the bed, pulling harshly at his locks. Sebastian wraps an arm around her stomach to hold her down as she squirms about.

“That’s it baby,” He coos. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He presses the vibrator harder down on her clit, pinning her into place. She jerks and rolls her hips, coiled in pleasure.

He watches his girl, completely in awe of the complete wreck her body was. He rubs the vibrator in circles on her clit, completely drawn to her moans.

Her eyes are pinched shut and her hips are rutting up before Sebastian snaps out of his trance. He brings his fingers to her pert hole, drawing his fingers inside of her. He wants to stretch her out nice and good for him.

He drives his fingers into her, curling along the upper wall. Her toes curl behind his back when he presses against her sweet spot. The vibrator is around the size of his finger and an idea clicks in his mind. He’s always wanted to do this to her. He pulls the vibrator down her slit before removing his fingers and watching her eyebrow cork up in confusions. Her face relaxes when he fits the tip of the toy to her hole. He’s never done this before, never got to see her from this angle.

He can observe her, watch her hole. Sebastian pushes the vibrator into her, his cock twitching when he sees her walls stretch and ripple around it. He uses a fast pace to pump it into her, her walls lurching and clamping down on the metal.

His free hand reaches down along the sheets to give himself a generous squeeze through his jeans. The vibrator is halfway in her cunt and he thinks he might have let out a loud moan. Y/N pulls at the hair on his head, wiggling her head into the pillows beneath her. Sebastian just really wants to fuck her, but fucking her with the vibrator is doing a damn good job. He licks around his lips and notices her taste is still lingering along there. He can only imagine how he’d look had she cum all over his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck! Sebastian!” She moans. If that isn’t the hottest thing Sebastian has ever heard..

He never realized just how tight Y/N actually is. Sure he’s felt her clench and stretch around his dick when he’s filled her to the brim, but watching it makes the whole thing seem even more amazing. Shit, he will never get enough of her. And yeah it’s probably her smell that’s lingering in the air but.. He knows he’s going to need her for the rest of his life.

And then.. There she goes. She’s cumming all over his hands as she thrashes on the bed, chiding his name.

“Sebastian,” she moans, pulling at him. “Fuck me, please..” She commands and Sebastian smiles, wanting nothing more than to wreck her. He pulls the vibrator from her, watching her slick slide across the cool metal. He groans, tossing it to the other side of the bed.

Sebastian sits up, crawling up her body to pepper kisses to her chest. She pulls at his belt, pouting up at him. He knows she wants to suck him off just from the look in her eyes. “Suck me off all you want later, okay? Baby, I need to fuck you.” He groans, watching the way she nods eagerly.

“Happy birthday, babe. Now, if you don’t mind, completely fucking wreck me.” Y/N smirks and Sebastian feels a gush of blood rush to his cock. He throbs against his jeans.

He nods quickly, pulling his zipper down and kicking his pants to the end of the bed. Y/N reaches down and cups his cock through his boxers. “Flip over, babygirl.” Sebastian requests and helps turn her onto her tummy. She raises her bum, wiggling it in the air as she waits for him. He shoves his boxers down, stroking his cock a few times. He slaps his cock on her ass a few times, in the name of fun of course.

He grasps himself at the base and scoots closer to her ass, placing the tip at her entrance. Sebastian drops his head as he inches into her, eyes closed tightly. He bottoms out, placing a hand at the top of her ass.

She clenches around him. “Fuck — stop.” He groans, pushing her hip to make her stop. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum right here if you keep that up.”

A low groan escapes his throat as he rocks into her, thinking about how shitty it was to go six whole months without feeling her around his cock. Never again, he’ll fly home for a few hours just to fuck her if he has to.

“Feel good baby? Better than that vibrator.” Sebastian says, diving into her with such force that her body knocks up the bed. He teases her with a smack on the cheek, just hard enough to earn a glare from her.

“So good, so much better.” She breathes, relief growing from the sensation of his dick inside of her. Sebastian leans down and puts his weight on his upper body so he can bite her neck.

His hair falls forward and plasters along his forehead, sticking to his skin with his sweat. He squeezes her sides as the tightness in his stomach bunches and tingles through his entire body.

“Fuck.” She groans, digging her face down into the pillow as her squirming begins. He kisses the top of her shoulder while she squeals in his arms. So sweet, so fucking gorgeous.

“Just like that, fuck.” He says into her hair, gasping at her cunt squeezing his cock harder than ever. He picks up his pace, watching her brows furrow in pleasure.

She bites the pillow below, a scream coming out muffled. She drops to the mattress, her ass still high in the air. Her pussy clenches and releases on a rhythm, juices gushing down her thighs. “Sebastian!” She screams.

Sebastian’s thrusts become sloppy in her fluttering core. He comes hard..Christ it felt amazing. He shoots some good spurts inside of her, low-bellied grunts come from his mouth. He doesn’t want the feeling to end when he continues softly thrusting, pulling his limp cock from her core.

He flips her back over, curling her to settle on top of his chest. There’s a small silence between them for a moment before Sebastian absolutely ruins it. “So because it’s my birthday does that mean I can cum on your face later?”

anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but could you possible do a little blurb where y/n is Harry's current gf and she gets a little jealous that Carolina is about someone else and Harry's wondering why she doesn't like the song cause every time he asked her about it she shuts down and they fight and h gets mad cause y/n is "hindering his creativity" and they fight but then make up? Thanks love id really appreciate it

I hated that I’d become this person.  Jealousy was not in my repertoire.  I knew the deal when I’d started dating Harry Styles.  He was committed to his art.  He wrote about experiences he’d had which could range from things he’d done to people he’d hung out with.  I was lucky enough to become one of those experiences though he’d never written a song about it.

And maybe that’s where I was stuck.

We’d been dating for a year.  I resisted him at first, I didn’t want the spotlight that came with dating someone like him.  I’m not a girl who walks around in Gucci everywhere I go.  In fact, most weekends I look homeless while I run around LA in workout clothes and not a stitch of makeup.  But he’d persisted.  And he’d finally won me over.  A combination of his kindness and undeniable charm and I fell fast.  He told me daily that I was the one who inspired him.  I was his home.

But yet, he’d never written a song about me.

When he’d come home from Jamaica with new songs burning a hole in his pocket, I was almost as excited as he was to hear them.  We’d been apart for two months with limited communication at his request.  I understood, I didn’t get upset.  But I also wouldn’t say it had been easy.  Missing Harry, whether he was a thousand miles away or two miles away, was just part of my day now.  It went with the territory.

And I was blown away.  I was.  The songs were other worldly.  They were a perfect mix of every artist we listened to together.  They were Harry.  He gave me a little rundown of each song.  What had inspired him, what parts he’d written versus the parts other people had written, how the arrangement came about.  He knew I liked hearing about how the songs were built so he indulged me.  Just one more reason why I loved him so much.

He saved Carolina for last.  He said it was the song that got them out of their funk in the studio when they felt like everything they were coming up with was crap.  I liked it.  A lot.  It was fun and infectious and the kind of song I’d enjoy blasting while driving down the highway.

However, when he launched into the explanation for the song, my love for it dwindled until it was gone.

And that’s where I was stuck.

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New York, New York

Originally posted by shawnskisses

Requested by anonymous: I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! Can you do one where shawn finished a concert, on his way to a plane to go to you and he get in a car accident. After months in coma he wakes up and your still there waiting for him even if a lot of people told you to move on?

Note: tears, just tears and it’s super long so prepare yourselves



This was not happening.

You were not going to let this happen.

Everyone was silent.

And then you lost it.

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Meet the Family

Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!! 

Pairings: Reader x Joker’s son

Word Count: 1500 words

Warnings: mild language, mention of blood, some fluff

“Darling, you gotta go my dad’s gonna be home any minute and I would prefer you to be alive.” You begged while pushing your boyfriend Jason towards the open window. He urgently pulled you into a kiss which you gladly reciprocated. He kept a hand on the base of your neck to prevent you from pulling away while you placed one of your hands on his upper arms and the other on his firm waist. Although you so desperately wanted to continue the heated kiss that burned whenever he crushed his lips onto yours deeper and harder, you had to end it.

“Jase, I’m serious. You gotta go or els-”

“Calm down, Doll. Your dad usually comes home later than he says he will. We got time.” He soothingly rubbed your back and guided you back to your bed.

You sigh in agreement and assume back into your original position; Jason on his back, your head on his bare chest, and his fingers playing with your (Y/H/C) locks. 

“You know I hate sneaking around like this.” You whispered while tracing the tattoos on his milky white chest.

“I know doll, I hate it too.” 

“You never talk much about your parents. They can’t be that bad if they conceived you.” You giggled at your own joke. 

Jason let out a low snort while tangling his long thin fingers in your soft, luscious locks. “Trust me, you don’t want to meet them. They’re…different from other parents.” 

You simply rolled your eyes at his wild accusation about his family but you dropped the topic anyway, not wanting to ruin a serene moment.

“Whatever you say, Jase.” You sighed and gently laid a peck on his skull tattoo, emitting a low purr from your boyfriend’s throat.

10:34 pm

“Hey, Jase…it’s me again. Please pick up your phone when you have the chance. I’m getting a bit worried. Bye, love you.” Once you ended what seems to be the 10th message on Jason’s cell, you tried to remain strong. Where is he? He usually answers your nightly calls. Since you and he don’t see each other too often you usually give each other a call once a night to end the day on a good note, but today he hasn’t responded to any of your calls or texts. Maybe he already fell asleep or is just busy.

12:28 am

You laid in bed for about an additional 2 hours but you still haven’t received any word from him. What if something happened to him? Your sleeping theory didn’t make sense since he never sleeps that early. The longer you stayed in bed the more worry filled your body. That’s it.

Jumping out of bed in your cotton night shorts and Jason’s hoodie, you quietly snuck out of your window so your parents don’t hear. After a brief moment of typing in his Apple ID and password, your Find my iPhone app pinpointed where Jason’s phone is. Why is he moving? Where was he heading? It might be weird tracking down your boyfriend, but you were worried sick. He could be in danger. Gotham is a treacherous city full of unpredictable criminals, especially during the night. 

Once you reached Jason’s location, you felt skeptical. He settled down in a part of town you’ve never been before. Many notorious criminals do their trades and business deals here which is why you always steered clear of this place. You were currently facing a building that looked like it didn’t belong in this area. It was a grand mansion and although it was nighttime, you could make out some of the incredible details and designs etched onto the building. But why would Jason be here? 

“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped your head towards the familiar voice exiting a large black van.

“Jase? I was worried sick, why the hell didn’t you answer your phone?!” As angry as you were at him, you still ran up and engulfed him in a warm hug. He was covered in some powder/ash and a warm sticky substance but you didn’t care. As long as he was out of harm’s way.

“Doll, we can talk later just please get out of he-”

“Well, well, well. Who do you have here, Jason?” A deep, sickening voice spoke up. Jason pulled you out of his arms and by his side with a protective arm wrapped around your petite waist.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood prominently and the color on your face drained when you noticed who was standing in front of you. The electric green hair, sickly pale skin inked with tattoos, and blood red lips were unmistakeable. The Clown Prince of Crime. The infamous, Joker.

“Puddin’ where are yo-” 

“Oh, there you are! Jasey? Who is this young one?” 

I think I’m gonna be sick. Not only were you facing one dangerous criminal, but two. The King and Queen of Gotham were shooting daggers right through you with their piercing blue eyes. The Joker and Harley Quinn. And your beloved boyfriend was acquaintances with them.

“Mom, dad, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, (Y/N). Doll, these are my parents.” Jason introduced with a hint of shakiness in his voice. No. Your ears were deceiving you. Your sweet Jason was not the offspring of Gotham’s most psychotic villains.

“Ahem, so how long have you two known each other?” Harley piped up, breaking the awkward silence at the dinner table.

“Um a few months, mom.” The silence continued.

You quietly scrapped your food off your plate and occasionally placed it in your mouth. The silence in the atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Although one of the three criminals sitting around you could do it better since they have knife skills. The emotions you had at this point was running around your mind and body like a wildfire. Anger from your boyfriend’s dishonesty and him trying to hide his parents from you. Fear from the fact that his parents could very well kill or dismember you without blinking an eye. Confusion since you still couldn’t process that your boyfriend’s parents are the Joker and Harley Quinn. And disappointment/pain that you boyfriend hid an entire second life away from you. 

“How long have you been dating… her?” The Joker finally said a word but the amount of anger and disgust in his voice made you want to curl up into a ball and disappear.

“A few months, dad.”

“A few months, huh? So you started dating her once you met her?” He snapped causing you to jump up out of your seat from the change in volume in his voice. Jason quickly placed his large hand on your thigh to calm your nerves.

“No, dad-”

“Well then what the fuck do you mean?! Be more specific!” A squeak of surprise left your lips but Jason still ran his hand up and down your thigh, adding a little more pressure.

“Puddin’ calm down-”

“Shut the hell up Harley I will not calm the fuck down!” He growled, pushing back his seat and stomping away angrily.

“Don’t take it personally, sweet pea. He jus’ needs to adjust when meetin’ new people.” Harley stated gently. You simply nod your head in understanding and flashed her a small smile. Once she followed her partner out of the room you adjusted back to Jason, leaving yet another silence to fill the room.

“I’m sorry you had to figure this out this…morning.” Jason apologized while running both hands down your arms in a soothing motion. It was almost 1 am, probably typical for the Joker family to eat dinner and go to bed at this time.

“You don’t need to apologize, baby. I understand why you didn’t introduce me.” You said considerately, stroking his pale face delicately. You could definitely now tell where he got his looks. He had similar to exact features as his father beside the facial tattoos, red lipstick, silver grills, and brightly colored hair. 

“Next time, I’m meeting your parents.” He joked causing you to let out a loud genuine laugh.

“Deal.” You replied back jokingly producing a laugh from him as well. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, ending with you closing all space. The kiss was short, sweet, but passionate. 

Although his parents might be villains, they’re human. Harley was charming and compassionate. She knew you and Jason shared strong feelings even for the short period of time you’ve known each other. The Joker, on the other hand, was not so open-minded but eventually, you will grow on him. Perhaps you could even introduce them to family game night- the normal way.

I’ll Find My Way Back To You//Part Three

Originally posted by thestylinsongifs

SURPRISE! It’s short, I know, but I was in a mood to write and thought I should give you guys a filler of what’s about to come next. If you enjoyed reading it or if whether or not you guys want me to continue this, I would absolutely LOVE to here your thoughts on this one. Let me know HERE. Checkout my Masterlist HERE.

Part One / Part Two

Word Count: 1.5K

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private tutor | part two (m)

request from anon: Can I request a namjoon in college!au? It can be about anything! Maybe a tutor? Thanks and I love your writing!!

part one // part two

Originally posted by 901jjk

[Namjoon x Reader]

Genre: College!au, Humor, Smut

Words: 4730

—> “Y/n, I only tutor if it’s a mutual reciprocation; I give and you give. I have already tutored you for majority of the afternoon – an abundance of my precious time,” he leans in closer, “time to pay up.

A/N: idk how many times i screamed while writing this, but i screamed a lot lol. hope you all enjoy - sorry for taking forever to get this out (and any possible grammar mistakes)! xoxo

Tomorrow comes faster than you anticipate it to.

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anonymous asked:

credit to zens-ponytail for this idea! jumin bringing his s/o to his home for the first time and his DAD JUST STARTS hitting on her?? and jumin sees and gets REALLY PISSY?????

oh goodness
~Mod L

“Are you ready to go?”
You spun around to face Jumin, smiling softly. “Do I look okay?”
He gently took your hand and kissed it. “Must you ask? You look stunning as always”.
You giggled, intertwining your hand with his. “Good! This is my first official introduction with your dad, and I want to make a good impression”.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s impossible for anyone to dislike you”.
“You’re too kind. Let’s go~”

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