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[Aladin Fansign - 170223] Seokjin Fan Account

Q: What is your roommate’s cutest feature/point?
A: Face

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the japanese text says that the fan asked jin if he’s been studying japanese well, (maybe that’s also why he answered in japanese XD) and then he stole a glance at yoongi beside him before finally answering the post it

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You Meme A Lot To Me

Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N, Natasha.

Clint: every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break

Natasha: clint, it’s 2 am.

Clint: every step you take

Clint: I’ll be watching you. happy valentine’s day. my gifts will be delivering later on pls do not trash them

Natasha: is that coulson’s song?

Y/N: this explains why my room is flooded with gifts from the others

Natasha: why must tony give us all cardboard cutouts of him every year?

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: couldn’t u choose a better song old man? this is why u have no valentine. even ur wife said no.

Clint: did i invite u? no.

Pietro: today is a day of love so don’t be salty

Clint: Na.

Clint: hahaha get it

Pietro: no

Clint: ofc you wouldn’t

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Woods of Chaos

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2025

Warnings: “Scary to Sexy to Cute and Cuddly” and NSFW gifs…

@deanwinnchesterisbae asked “Could you do a one shot where reader is having an anxiety attack and Bucky helps her and they realise their feelings for eachother, fluff and smut(?) ensues, etc. Just super cute and cuddly and sexy? Thank you so much! I hope you do good on your exams or papers or whatever you have to do if you haven’t already taken them. ❤”

A/N: Mentions of anxiety attack so if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave now! Don’t want to make anyone feel horrible. Thank you and enjoy. Also, if you have any tips on writing better smut, do let me know. Please!!!

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Drunk Confessions

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy gets drunk at a party and ends up telling you about his home life and confesses his feelings for you

Warnings: mild language, drinking

Word Count: 2127

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“Billy Hargrove.”

The words were out your mouth before you even knew you were saying them. The boy had walked up to you at your locker, obviously looking for something from you, or to hit on you. You hadn’t even wanted to acknowledge him but your own subconscious had gotten the better of you.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N],” Billy said back, imitating you. His arms were crossed leaning against the lockers to your left, tongue darting out across his lips. A usual action for someone like Billy Hargrove.

Now, you couldn’t deny it, the second you saw Billy, you had gone weak. He was undeniably the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on. But he was an asshole, and you knew it. Always starting fights in the corridors, coming into school with a bruised-up face, hitting on girls, using girls. He disgusted you, but you couldn’t help but think there was more to him.

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Submit this into evidence...

Since we don’t have a screenshot of you punching Eleanor, we do have this screenshot. Oh and witness statements.

Not wanting to be named, the witness said: ‘I heard something crash so I looked over and I saw Eleanor trying to get between three girls.
‘Two of them were holding phones up and she put her hands over her face.
‘I heard, “Could you stop f***ing filming me please.” ‘She exaggerated the please so she asked politely. One girl laughed and said: “No bitch!”

The bystander added: ‘I saw Eleanor’s hands go straight to her face to stop the punches that were coming.
‘One girl punched her below the hands and hit her chin and throat.

The witness said: ‘Eleanor was yelping and kept her face turned way and had her knee up because one girl was punching her in the stomach
‘Louis went between one girl and put his arms around her and pulled her down and away from Eleanor.’

Oh really, girl who assaulted Eleanor…

I don’t see where he put “his knee on your stomach and practically stood on it” I mean he fell backwards with YOU on top of him…

Girl who assaulted Eleanor and accused Louis of socking her and stepping on her stomach also said: 'Explain what makes Louis such a good person? I’m begging you, really, everyone has said great thing about him but I’m lacking the proof.
‘He literally threw chicken nuggets at y'all once and gave you the middle finger and you all still worship his dumb a*s’.
'Louis is a deadbeat father, he’s cheated on his girlfriend, he smokes weed, and now he beats women’, and told his fans their ‘idol’ was going to ‘prison’ for what happened.

Take this as you will but it looks like she’s a liar.

Side note: Do not send this girl threats. It just gives her an excuse to justify what she did and gives her more fame.

Season's Beatings

Words: 2477
Warnings: Bullying, Blood, Self-Hate, Being Beaten, Transphobia, Misgendering,
Inspired by: @bunny-yams Hamilton Highschool AU

Alex waited for Lafayette to be done changing from his cheer uniform. He had to say goodbye before running off to his quick after school choir practice. That and the fact that John and Thomas should be coming by soon to get ready for their football practice.

“Alex!” Lafayette called, walking out of the change room. Alex came over, giving him a quick hug.

“Good job today, but you stink,” Alex scrunched his nose, playfully hitting Lafayette’s arm. “Go home and shower,” he added.

“I’m hurt,” Lafayette joked, his accent thick (thicc). “Do you want me to walk you to choir?” He asked, tightening his ponytail a bit.

“I think I know the way,” Alex laughed, turning away from the much taller man. “See you tomorrow!” He waved, leaving the changing room area. He would have waited for his boyfriends but he didn’t want to be late for the meeting. They were planning what songs to do at the up coming competition and Alexander wanted to be there.

He took a left from the gym, walking down a beige tiled hall with orange and blue lockers lining the walls. He always hated the horrible, inconsistent pattern of the colours, and just how bad they were. He took a right at the end of the hall, stopping when he heard a voice.

“Well well well, if it isn’t our favourite little girl,” A voice rang out in the quiet hall. Alex turned to see James Reynolds along with some other most likely sophomores. He took a step back, almost tripping, but trying to hide it.

“What the fuck do you want Reynolds?” He spoke, trying to hide his fear. He’s been beat up many times, and while he didn’t like to back down, the beatings hurt.

“Oh, that’s no way to talk, don’t I spend so much time with you? And I haven’t gotten to much recently because of some people, ” James answered, poison seeping into his words.

“Just leave me alone, I have somewhere to be,” Alex spoke, quickly turning in hopes of getting away. He was near the gym, so if he could get past them he could go back to see if Lafayette was still there. But there were four of them, and only one him.

“Not so fast, I haven’t had fun yet,” James hissed, grabbing Alex’s shoulder and pushing him into the lockers. He punched Alex roughly in his stomach, making Alexander hunch over in pain.

One of the other guys pushed Alex over while another stepped on his arm, making Alex let out a sound of pain. He’s learned to hide it over the many beatings, cries it only encouraged them more.

“I’d kick you in the nuts, but you don’t have any because you’re just a girl, and that’s all you’ll ever be,” James spat. He leaned down, picking Alex up by the top of his shirt and glaring as his jacket.

“To think someone would ever actually love you? They’re just using you, because why not. You’re just a whore’s son, and a whore yourself,” He said in Alex’s face. Alex tried to hold back the tears but it hurt, both physically and emotionally.

“Aw look, the little girl is crying,” James mocked, making the others laugh as he threw Alex to the ground. Alex gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to get away, kicking towards the guys while holding his injured arm to his chest.

One of the guys grabbed Alex’s hair, pulling him back as he cried out in pain. Tears were falling down his face as he threw his limbs around in an attempt to escape.

“So pathetic,” One of the guys said as they took turns kicking him.

“J-j-John, Th-o-mas!” Alex cried, curling himself up into a ball as the continued to beat him.

“You really think that’ll scare us, it’s after school,” James laughed as he pulled Alex by his hair once more so he was looking at him. Alexander had tears down his face as James stared at him with a smirk. “No one is here for you, you’ll always be alone,” He spat out, pushing Alex’s head back into the lockers. Alex let out a cry, biting his tongue harshly as his mouth bled. Upon impact with the corner of the metal locker Alex’s head gashed open, some blood seeping through and trickling down his forehead.

James stopped while the other guys kept beating on Alex, hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall. He didn’t want to beat the scene if someone was coming, so they couldn’t link him to the attack, so he turned and quickly left. He disappeared down the hall, most likely leaving the school.

John was the first to turn the corner, rage filling him as he saw Alex curled up into himself being beaten on by three men in his and Thomas’ year.

He didn’t even wait for anything, jumping on one of the and punching him in the face as hard as he could. Thomas ran around the corner, grabbing another one of the guys and beating on him. He quickly let go of him though as he saw the third guy trying to run away. He ran after him down the halls as John pushed the other guy to the ground.

He carefully walked over to Alex, not touching him yet because he didn’t know how hurt he was or if Alex even knew he was there.

“Alex, open your eyes, please. It’s me, John,” He spoke softly. Alex slowly opened his eyes, tears falling out of them. He rarely got beaten even close to how bad this one was, often it was a couple or small to medium beatings in a few days.

“Hey, you’re safe now, okay,” John whispered, gently wiping away Alex’s tears. He expected Thomas would get some adult to deal with this, it’s the only way to truly stop the beatings. “Can you stand?” He asked Alex, kneeling beside him.

Alex shook his head, wincing as he moved slightly. “Let’s clean you up okay?” John said. He carefully went to pick Alex up, stopping even time Alex’s breath jumped or he made any noise. Alex was always trying to play down any beating and stay quiet and he never really spoke about how much pain he was in.

John carried Alex to the nearest bathroom, bringing him into the boys even though the school doesn’t really want Alex in there. Thomas and John never cared though, always telling him to go in. He’s a boy, so he should be in the boy’s bathroom.

John placed Alex on the sink counter, turning on the tap beside him. Alex had yet to talk, looking at the ground as more tears fell. John wanted to hug him but didn’t want to hurt him more.

He got some paper towel from the dispenser and placed it under the now warm water. He first went to the cut on Alex’s forehead, dabbing it gently as Alex let out a slight hiss. John wiped up the slowly drying blood and went on to the cut on Alexander’s lip which wasn’t as bad.

He noticed that Alex was holding his right arm close to his chest. “Can you take your jacket off?” He asked quietly. He new Alex didn’t even like to take it off when he wasn’t hurt and he hated showing his marks from the beatings. Alex didn’t want to a first but gave in because he didn’t have the energy to fight. He painfully slipped it off, revealing the old bruises on his arms. His wrist was already quite swelled and red. John, having taken first aid, looked at it carefully.

“I think it’s sprained, we should probably get some ice soon,” He spoke. He looked at Alex’s other arm, seeing some more red marks where bruises will probably form with a pain in his heart. He wanted to do so much more to those guys then what he had done.

John put his hand at the bottom of Alex’s shirt to ask for permission to look at his stomach. From all of Alex’s wincing from every movement of his stomach, it was obvious it was harmed. He lifted up Alex’s shirt slightly to see the marks left behind from the punches and kicks. John wanted to cry when he saw that, and he knew they were going to look worse and they formed into bruises.

John placed a loving kiss on Alex’s lips, holding in the tears. He pulled back, staring at Alex with sadness and love. He loved him so much. John gently ran his fingers through Alex’s soft hair, pulling back when Alex winced again.

“How about we go find Thomas and get some ice?” He spoke, handing Alex back his jacket. Alex didn’t move from his spot, staring blankly at the wall.

“H-he’s going t-t-to know,” Alex stuttered out.

“Who is going to know what?” John asked, confused if what Alex was attempting to say.

“I tr-tried hard-d to h-h-hide it, b-but now G-G-G-George will know-w,” He mumbled, balling his left hand into a fist.

“Hey, if he knows he can help, right?” John said, placing his hands on Alex’s legs softly. “He can help stop it,”

“He’ll-ll s-s-see me as weak-k,” Alex mumbled, not looking at John.

“Hey,” John lifted Alex’s head up slightly, “You’re anything but weak, from everything that has been thrown at you and you can still manage to smile,” John smiled sadly, kissing Alex softly once again. “Now do you want you jacket?” He said in a more up beat tone, helping Alex put his jacket on once again.

John piggy backed Alexander back to where he first found him, where Thomas was with a teacher and a janitor who was cleaning the ground of the blood that was dripped on it.

Thomas walked over, kissing both John and Alex quickly on the cheek. The teacher came walking over behind him, “I can see from the cut that something happened, but can you confirm that you were beat by the three sophomores Thomas has said?” She asked Alex who was slightly hiding into John'a neck.

He stayed silent for a moment before talking, “There was four,” He mumbled.

“Four?” Thomas and John asked, both looking confused.

Alex nodded a bit before speaking again, “James, James Reynolds was there, he’s the one that pushed me into the locker to cut my head,” He stated, looking up from John’s neck.

“But Thomas didn’t say he saw him,” The teacher spoke.

“He ran when he heard John and Thomas running down the halls,” Alex answered, not liking all the attention he was getting. It was the wrong kind of attention, not the good kind.

“We’ll question James and the other boys, but since there is no witness here for James he might not get in trouble,” The teacher admitted.

Alex bit his already injured lip, not caring about the pain. He just sadly nodded and leaned his head against John, making sure to not hit his cut. “Let’s get you some ice,” John spoke before starting to walk down the halls with Thomas behind him, leaving the teacher with the janitor.

“I’ll call Mr. Washington for a ride,” Thomas spoke, and John could feel Alex tense but said nothing. The trio walked to the office and go a bag of ice from the secretary. Alex held it on his wrist as they waited for George to arrive to drive the three of them home. Thomas texted home to say the he and John didn’t need a ride home from football before turning his full attention to Alex.

He sat between the two guys, leaning on Thomas because he was in the side that didn’t have a giant gash on his forehead. He was sleepy but the constant pain and the freezing ice kept him awake.

When George pulled up, Thomas picked Alex up bridal style and carried him to the car. They could see the confusion and worry in George’s eyes but didn’t say anything at first. Thomas got in the back with Alex as John sat up front. Alex was placed in the middle so he could lean on Thomas for the ride home.

George gave John a concerned look a John let out a sigh, “He got beaten up badly by some dicks, excuse my language, but nothing is broken on needing stitches,” He got the main questions out of the way. George was still vary worried and lost but he just drove the trio to his house.

When they arrived Thomas went to carry Alex into the house but George took him from him. Alex didn’t do anything because he just hurt and somewhat wanted to die at that moment.

George took Alex up to his room, telling John to grab the first aid kit and for Thomas to grab some more ice. They did as they were told, bring the items to George in Alex’s room. They sat on the end of the bed as George took care of Alex, bandaging up his forehead cut and wrapping ace bandages around his wrist. He gave Alex some pain medicine and the younger boy slowly drifted off to sleep.

“How long has this been happening?” He asked the two boys who were still him the room.

“We’ve know for a little bit, but he said they were never that bad and we were protecting him during school. We didn’t think they’d come after school. We’re so sorry,” Thomas mumbled and John agreed. They were both nervous of what George would do but also guilty, knowing that they should have spoken up sooner and that they should have protected Alex better.

George sighed, placing his hand gently on Alex’s shoulder, “He probably told you not to tell didn’t he,” He said sadly, “Thank you for protecting him though.” He added, which only confused John and Thomas. They thought he was going to snap. George stood up, grabbing the first aid kit and walking towards the door, “if anything else like this happens though, let me know.” He ended strongly, leaving the room without another word.

Alex partially woke up from the sound of the door closing, “Tommy? John?” He mumbled, looking around with semi opened eyes.

“Yes, love?” Thomas asked as the two boys turned their attention to Alex.

“Cuddle me,” The younger boy mumbled, reaching out towards his boyfriends. They both laughed softly, knowing he was out of it because of the pain killers. They both crawled over to him on either side, holding him close.

The three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally feeling safe and at home.

Queen Trashmouth / Henry Bowers x Reader / Chapter One

(A/N: hey guys! so I wrote this in second person cuz it felt right, but you’re a particular character, Stacie Tozier of Derry, sister of Richie lol. so that’s kinda weird, but I hope u guys enjoy it anyway!! ❤️)


You were given the nickname “Trashmouth” first. Your brother simply inherited it.

You were older, anyway. You learned all the bad words, their meanings, and how to use them before he did. Teaching them to Richie was part of the fun. After you’d entered high school, you parents blamed you for riddling Richie’s vocabulary with swear words, and though they were right, you knew the transformation was inevitable. The attitude you both sported made cussing impossible to avoid, and even if you weren’t there to teach him, one way or another, he still would’ve picked up the habit.

Of course, the attitude would get you two into trouble on occasion.

You were walking past the gymnasium just after school got out on a Thursday, the new cold chill of autumn finally giving summer its cue to leave. You shuddered as you walked, thanking the you from this morning for putting on a sweater. Suddenly, in the midst of your stroll, you heard a familiar voice cry out.
“Get the fuck away from me, you assholes!”

Hoping that the voice didn’t belong to who you suspected, you switched directions and turned down the hall, walked out the opened doors, and found your brother up against a brick wall, a flock of boys surrounding him.

As predicted, the notorious Henry Bowers led the attack, holding the youngest Tozier by his white t-shirt collar, one fist free and ready to punch.

You made a beeline to the scene. This hadn’t been the first occasion of Bowers fucking with your brother and his friends; Richie complained about him every week after school. You’d always promised him that if you were ever there, you’d intervene and save him. Now was your chance.

“Hey! What the fuck?” You said, loudly enough for each member of the Bowers gang to turn around and look at you.

Richie turned with a bloody nose, and upon seeing you, he smiled. “Oh, hey, sis.”

As your gaze fell upon the leader of the gang, it seemed as if you were initiated into a sort of staring contest. His piercing blue eyes locked with your golden brown ones, and you couldn’t look away.

Henry was a lot better looking than you remembered him to be. The last time the two of you had ever noticed one another was during middle school, and you’d done your best to fly under the radar since.

You could tell by the gleam in his eyes, somewhere inside his head, he remembered you.

Slowly, the mullet-wearing teen stood up straight, tossing Richie to the ground and onto Patrick Hockstetter’s feet. Richie quickly crawled behind you before Patrick could grab him.

“This little shit is your brother?” Henry asked, a smirk on his face. His eyes danced over your body, up and down again. “I don’t believe it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “What, did the fuckin’ circle jerk get interrupted, Bowers? You and your goons had to fuck up some kid to get off?” You stepped up in front of him, getting close enough to challenge him, but not close enough to get hit.

The boys were like vultures swarming you. Henry simply smiled and cocked an eyebrow, looking at your mouth.

“I get off in better ways than that, princess. Usually involves a slut like you.” Henry stared at you with dangerous suggestion in his eyes, and your breath instantly hitched in your throat. What were you supposed to say to that?

“Usually involves your right hand-” Richie butted in, and you turned your head around to look at him so fast that he jumped, backing a few steps away from you with his hands up.

“You talk real dirty with that pretty little mouth of yours, Tozier.” Bowers continued, moving ever closer. “What else can you do with it?” He asked, and Belch and Patrick chuckled loudly to themselves.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and replied without skipping a beat. “I can use it to talk to your dad. He’s pretty good friends with my dad, actually. I think if I told him that you tried to fuck up my brother’s face, he’d have some choice fucking words for you, too.”

Henry’s smile faded fast, and the boys’ side laughter had silenced. You didn’t know Henry that well, but it was common knowledge that he wasn’t scared of anything but his dad.

He took two big steps forward, and you didn’t move a muscle, nor look away from his stare. His face was only inches apart from yours.

You couldn’t tell if your heart was beating faster out of fear, or because he was so fucking close to you. Maybe both.

“I won’t fuck with your little brother anymore.” Henry said, quietly. He took another look down at your lips, quickly glancing back at your eyes, almost as if hoping it would go unnoticed. It was almost intimate, the way he stared at you.

You were about to pinch yourself in disbelief at the resignation, about to question why it seemed like he wanted to kiss you, why you nearly wanted to kiss him, an asshole delinquent who just gave your brother a bloody nose - but he began to back up, his typical smirk slowly growing on his face once more.

“I won’t have to. I’ve got a new target.” Henry added, and he walked away, the other boys following after him with equally devilish grins.

Flustered, you felt the rush of adrenaline reminding you to stand your ground. You couldn’t believe he was just walking away.

“Yeah? Hit me with your best shot, you fuck! I’ll be ready for you, whenever you wanna fucking try me!” You called after him, and the boys turned around for only a moment. You were frozen, wondering if you were about to eat your words.

The leader gave you one last chilling glare.

“Watch your back.” Henry warned, and the group stalked off and out of view.

You and your brother stood alone, and you drew in a long, deep breath.

“Wow… You just booked a one way ticket to hell on the Mullet express.” Richie quietly mused.

You turned to him, sighing shakily. “Well, I don’t care, I did it for you.” Tenderly, you wiped a small trail of blood from under his right nostril with your thumb. “Dammit, Bowers.” You hissed under your breath.

Richie looked concerned. “I wouldn’t test him too much, Stacie. He’s not afraid to hurt girls. He’s a real ass.”

“I can tell.” You quietly replied.

Walking back home with your arm around your brother, you felt a wave of uneasiness. Were you really destined to be Bowers next victim?


Part Two

Hold It

A/N: So good, it hurts.

“You really piss me off sometimes,” Dan grumbled. He currently had a grip on my wrist and was leading me upstairs into the flat. I rolled my eyes, he was so dramatic when he wanted to be.

We’d been having a perfectly fine evening, until I’d decided to annoy him. Usually he would either ignore me or bother me just as I did him, but there were also times like these. He’d suddenly steam up and would be in an irritated mood for the rest of the night. It had long since stopped intimidating me, and now I knew he just needed space when he was in these moods.

As he locked the door I went to head toward the living room to do just that, leave him alone. Dan’s grip on my wrist didn’t let go, though. He still had his jacket on, just standing in front of the door with a hand on me. I shook him, starting to get annoyed myself. “Hey, hulk man? Yeah I’m gonna need that arm back now.” Dan yanked me as I started walking. His eyes were literally on fire while he looked down at me. “Alright well, you got me. Now what? You gonna throw me outside for the night?”

My body was pressed against his chest now. His face got closer to mine, until our noses were touching. “You,” he growled, “are going to go to our room, strip naked, and wait for me to come in there. Do I make myself clear?” Usually I hated being told what to do, but Dan rarely called the shots in bed, it excited me. I only nodded and let him release me so I could fast-walk to the bedroom. When I entered, I peeled my clothes from my body. They fell and joined the piles of clothing on the floor. There was anticipation running through my veins, Dan and I had had a few fights that ended in hot sex, but it only happened when were were both upset. If one of us was mad we’d usually keep our distance. Dan’s steps got closer and closer while my body climbed up the bed and then sat in the middle. Dan entered the room, his shirt was off and in his hand but he dropped it to the floor as he came toward me.

“Come down here.” I cautiously headed toward where he stood at the foot of the bed, getting up on my knees and looking up at him expectantly. “Now what, big man?” He bit his lip and remained silent, long enough for me to get uncomfortable under his gaze. “Since you love to push me right to the edge…” Dan pushed my shoulder and I fell back. He dropped down to the floor and his hands were placed on my knees. “So let’s see how you like it.” I swallowed hard. His voice was deep and soft.

Slowly, Dan pushed my knees apart and I was on display to him. I wanted to close my legs out of shyness, but wanted to see where he was going with this. Without preamble, he started leaving wet kisses along the inside of my thighs. His hands slid slowly on along the tops of my thighs as well, sending tingles down my legs and right between them too. He knew they were sensitive, my body was getting hotter. Moments later, his left hand was skirting dangerously close to my center. By then I was more than ready for him to do more to me, sighing every few seconds. His finger teased me, tracing over every bit of me without hitting my clit, just gathering wetness and spreading it around. “C’mon, Dan. Do something,” I whined. “Alright, baby. As you wish.” The evil finger that had been teasing slid slowly into me. It wasn’t enough, but I still gave a gratified sound. He pumped it in and out of me while still littering kisses around where I wanted him most. Soon another finger was added, and he picked up speed. In a few minutes I was close, moaning loud and begging him not to stop. Dan stopped kissing me and looked up.

“You wanna cum?”

I nodded so hard my neck cracked a little, “Please don’t stop I’m so close!”

“Well too bad.” Dan ripped away all contact he had with me. Instantly I was falling away from that ecstatic moment he’d been driving me toward. I tried to chase it but without any stimulation I knew it was gone. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him in anger. “What? Didn’t like that? Didn’t like feeling good and then having it all stop?” I pouted and pushed my hips toward him, hoping he’d actually go back and finish me. Surprisingly he started up again.

Three almost-there moments later and I could feel tears in my eyes. “Dan…I’m begging you just-” I tried to catch my breath and speak at the same time. Plump pink lips pulled away from my overheated, soaking center. “You think I should let you cum now?” I didn’t even bother answering, just whining out softly. “Hey, don’t give up. Maybe I will this time.” Dan waited until he was sure I had calmed down enough, then proceeded to work me over again, faster this time, until I was right there, just about to let go. “On second thought…” I cried out. My fingers were gripping the sheets impossibly hard. “I’m still pretty mad at you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up halfway. “Bear, I’m sorry I made you so upset tonight. I promise I won’t bother you anymore just please please let me cum baby I’m going to explode!”

While sex between us could get a little on the kinkier side, nothing one of us did had ever pushed the other to beg; not until now. Dan seemed genuinely shocked at my words. “Did I push you too far, princess?” He uttered in a soft voice. “No no no I’m good. Just can you…you know.” I gestured to my nether regions. For the first time during the hour he’d been torturing me, he gave a genuine smile instead of a smirk. This time when he leaned in, I knew he would finish me properly. His tongue and lips went back to my clit, his fingers playing with that soft spot inside me. In less than a minute I had a grip on his hair and I was all but screaming his name with a mix of “Daddy” and “thank you”. Dan rode me through it, until I was too sensitive and he had to stop.

My vision blurred with tears and I tried to catch my breath. Distantly I heard Dan remove his pants and climb behind me on the bed. Carefully, he pulled me up where he was, and held me to his chest, idly wiping at the last of the frustrated tears on my face. “I really am sorry if I made you mad,” I said. Dan stopped and turned my head to look at him. “It’s fine, pumpkin. Sorry I pushed you so much tonight.”

“Don’t worry. I actually kind of liked it. Maybe I should piss you off more in the future.”

His face got serious, “Do it again and next time you just won’t cum.”

Maybe it was because he’d just made me cum, but I didn’t really believe him.

A/N: still no computer, dears! Sorry but this format will have to do


Another redone demo! This time, I’ve added a few things and polished it up. Expect weekly updates from here on out.

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I don’t care if people are around, open your shirt and let me see your tits + Jungkook please?

“Shit, Jeongguk,” you whine as his cock hits a tad too deep inside you, and you try to buy yourself some slack by going up on pointe. But Jeongguk has the added advantage of height, so he just takes another step closer to you, and the head of his cock is right back where he wants it, positioned right at the opening of your cervix.

Backstage sex is always exciting because its forbidden, and you know your ballet career would be over in a heartbeat if you were ever caught. But Jeongguk always soothes you with sweet talk and forehead kisses, that he’ll never let you get kicked out because of this. All that separates you and the rest of your class, including your teacher, is a flimsy little curtain that doesn’t even draw all the way, leaving a sliver of space where people could see through, if they happened to be at the right angle.

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Wait, Am I Missing Something Here? (Theo Raeken prompt)

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

Request: 94, 95, 79 and 65 with theo? i was thinking about something really really fluffy and soft. thank you so much if you’ll make it lovely!

65) “im stressing out” “you know, they say sex is good for that”

79) “i want to protect you”

94) “you were talking in your sleep last night and you don’t understand how much I wanted to murder you”

95) “what? you smell good”

WARNING(S): fluff, bad words, and some spoilers from 6x20 if you haven’t seen it yet. Mix of ep 19 w 20 (not in the order of the episode I changed it up a bit)

After Theo and Mason found Aaron it was already too late because Aaron had already formed with Quinn, his other half.

The rest of us were waiting at the clinic for the two to show up, including Stiles and Derek.

My phone was ringing and I looked down to see Theo calling, “It’s Theo” I informed, “Okay, put him on speaker” Stiles stated and I nodded answering the call.

“Theo what’s up?” I question looking around the room, “We are on our way, Mason is hurt” Theo informed.

“Well, if you had let me go with you and Mason, then you would’ve known to be more careful and I’m talking about you not Mason” I nagged.

“Thank you (Y/N)! He wouldn’t listen to me when I said not to fight him” Mason spoke, “Well gee, I’m sorry that I want to protect you” Theo objected.

“Wow, you actually care?” Stiles sassed, Theo groaned, “Shut up Stiles”.

“Anyway I’ll be there in five minutes” Theo added. “Okay, see you in five” and I hung up.

Five minutes later, Theo and Mason arrive. 

Theo came up and hugged me, “Is that my jacket?” he questioned.

“Yes” I answered and Theo gave me a questioning look.

“What? You smell good” I commented.

“Keep it, it looks good on you” Theo whispered and I blushed then I hit him on the back of his head.

“Ow! What the hell?” Theo exclaimed, “I was worried about you and Mason, don’t do that next time” I scolded.

I’m stressed, you stress me out Theo Raeken” I added, “You know, they say sex is good for that” Theo commented.

I glared at him, “Fuck you”.

“You already did sweetheart, remember last night” he winks.

I scoffed, “Whatever, after that you fell asleep and you were talking in your sleep last night and you don’t understand how much I wanted to murder you”

“It’s kinda cute when you two argue” Lydia interrupted, “Wait, am I missing something here?” Stiles questioned confused.

Theo and I looked at each other but Liam spoke up, “They’re together, it’s kind of gross seeing them all lovey dovey, especially seeing Theo like that”.

“You guys are together together?” Stiles asked, “You got that right” Theo answered grabbing my hand.

“Was I really gone that long” Stiles asked himself.

“Panic Attacks” Finn Wolfhard (part 1)

Plot - Y/N struggles with panic attacks. Finn is the only one who knows this.

Pairing - Finn Wolfhard x Reader

One plane flight, and two interviews. That’s all I have to do today, so why am I so stressed? I can’t stop moving. I’m still at home, waiting for Noah to pick me up so we can go to the airport together. We were heading to LA for stranger things 2 release. It was about 10 days away and we had to fly out early for all the interviews we had to do beforehand.

It was about 3am, we had to fly in as early as possible so we can get to our first interview. I had music blaring through my earbuds as I paced back and forth. I was so worried I would forget something that I checked, and rechecked my luggage about 100 times in the past few hours.

Noah said they would be here around 3, but when my phone read 3:30, I started to worry and my mind started racing. I thought about every possible thing that could’ve made them late. I started pacing and my chest became heavy. It got harder to breath as I watched the time slowly passed.

And this, is what I call the beginning of a panic attack. A few tears fell off my face as I thought more irrational thoughts. A full blown panic attack was just around the corner when I heard my phone ringing.

“Y/N? Hey, were about 5 minutes away, sorry we’re late, I forgot to pack my carry on.” Noah’s voice rang through the phone and into my ears. “O-okay, I’ll be outside.” I stuttered, trying to calm myself. “Are you okay? You sound like you were just crying.” He asked, concerned. “Yeah, yeah i’m fine.” I lied. “Okay… see you soon, bye.” Noah replied, hanging up.

I quickly opened my messages and texted Finn, he was the only one I talked to about my panic attacks and anxiety.

Y/N: Finn, I know you probably are asleep but I need to talk to you.

Y/N: I had another one.

Y/N: well, almost. Noah called me before it could get to a full blown panic attack.

Y/N: I’m starting to get scared.

Y/N: They aren’t getting better, they are getting worse.

Y/N: I don’t know what to do.

Y/N: i’m guessing you are asleep, and Noah is here now so, i guess i’ll see you at the airport.

I locked my phone and went outside to look for Noah. about 2 minutes later his car pulled up. “The trunk is open.” Noah yelled from in the car, mentioning towards my luggage. I got into the car, Noah sitting to the right of me. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” Noah asked, concern lacing his words. “Yeah, yeah, i’m fine, just tired.” I lied, once again. “You’d tell me if you weren’t right?” Noah asked, looking me dead in the eyes. “Yes, of course.” I mumbled, trying to avoid his eyes. The rest of the car ride was mostly silent.

“Okay you two, once you land, go straight to baggage claim. Millie and Finn are supposed to meet you there. Then take a taxi to the hotel, David should be there already. I’m pretty sure he flew in with Gaten and Caleb. Heres cab money.” Noah’s mom informed us, handing Noah some money. “Stick together and stay safe!” She smiled, walking off.

Once we got to our gate Noah started a conversation. “What song are you listening to?” He asked. “That one song from panic!’s first album.” I replied, showing him the insanely long song title. “Ohh thats a good one.” Noah smiled. “Im listening to LA Devotee.” He added. “Hey! There is this super cool guy in that music video, I think his name was Noah… Noah, snap? Yeah that guy’s pretty cool.” I joked. “Uh excuse me, it’s Schnapp. Wow, what a fake fan.” He scoffed, but laughed immediately after that.

Once Noah and I got off the plane, we did as we were told, and went to baggage claim. I turned my phone off airplane mode and a text immediately came through.

Finn: holy shit Y/N im so sorry I didn’t answer, i was asleep. I just got off my plane though, i’ll see you soon. Stay strong. *heart emoji*

Knowing I was going to see him soon, I didn’t bother to reply. Noah spotted his luggage, and took it off the conveyor belt. “Do you see yours?” He asked me. “No actually… it’s really obvious, it’s orange.” I told him, walking around a few people to get a better look at the suitcases. “Is this it?” Noah asked, pointing to an orange one. “Yeah, thanks.” I smiled, walking over and taking it.

“Y/N! Noah! Over here!” I heard two people yell. After I saw who it was, I ran right over to them. “I’ve missed you so much.” I mumbled, hugging Finn. “Are you doing okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t text back in time.” he replied, holding me closer.  “Yeah, I feel a lot better now that i’m with you.” I smiled into his chest. I felt him softly kiss my forehead, making my heart skip a beat.

“My god Finn, let me have a chance to hug her!” I heard Millie remark, making us pull away. “Ive missed you…. Bitchh.” Millie laughed, pulling me in for a hug. “Shall we go to the hotel?” Noah asked.

We called a cab and all squished inside it. It was about a 20 minute ride from the airport the hotel. About 5 minutes in, Finn wrapped his arm around my shoulder, making me blush a bit. “Can we talk about your panic attack once we get there?” He asked, whispering in my ear. “I want to help you.” He added. I nodded and looked up at him. “Thank you so much, Finn.” I replied. “Anything for you.” He beamed.

“What are you two whispering about?” Millie asked, poking Finn’s shoulder. “Probably about their secret relationship, and about what they are going to do in the hotel.” Noah replied, wiggling his eyebrows at us. “Shut up Noah!” Finn laughed, hitting him on the shoulder. “Noah!” Millie and I gasped at his dirty joke.

“CALEB!! GATEN!” I yelled, running into the hotel, hugging them both. “Heyy! We’ve missed you!” Gaten smiled. We all hugged and caught up on everything. “Alright kids, we got three rooms, pair up and I give you the keys.” David ordered. “Just, no boys and girls in the same room.” He added.

“Hey, Millie, can I be with Y/N?” Finn asked, coming up to us, his voice lowered, so david couldn’t hear us. “David said no boys and girls together.” Millie protested. “I know but let’s be real, you know you’d rather be with noah. So, when he hands out the keys you two will be standing next to each other and then when we get to the rooms, we can switch places.” Finn explained. “Is Noah okay with it?” She asked. “Duh, he’s your best friend.” Noah laughed, joining the conversation. “Alright, i’m in.” Mille gave in. “And I guess I am too?” I added.

“Finn, if we switched rooms just so we could talk in private, you know there is alot easier ways to do that.” I pointed out. “I know, but I also know I’m the only one whos knows about your panic attacks. I didn’t want you getting one in front of Millie.” He replied. I grinned, blush making its way to my cheeks. “I want this bed.” I mumbled, putting my luggage on the bed.

“We have about 20 minutes before our first interview, want to talk about the panic attack?” Finn asked me, sitting down on the bed next to me. “Uh, yeah, yeah.” I answered, looking down and lowering my voice. “Noah, was a bit late to picking me up, I was already nervous, and that just kind of added to it? I don’t know. But my mind thought of every bad thing that could have happened, and why they were late. I was pacing and I started to cry, the normal build up to these. I could feel myself getting more and more, i don’t know the word, heavy? Yeah, heavy. I was about to scream, or break something, or just have a full blown panic attack when Noah called.” I explained, tears silently falling down my face. “Y/N, im so sorry. I wish this stuff wouldn’t happen, but listen,” Finn whispered, taking my face and making me look at him. “I will always be here, next time, when i’m not around, call me instead of text, then if i’m sleeping, i’ll wake up. You aren’t alone in this, okay? I will stick with you and help you figure this out okay?” He told me. “Okay.” I whispered, believing every word that came out of his mouth. Finn kissed my forehead, and pulled me into a tight hug.

I could feel Finn and I’s friendship grow stronger with every hug, every forehead kiss, ever serious conversation, but I was also feeling something else. There was a pit in my stomach, and oh so familiar one. And no, this time is wasn’t anxiety. It was different, nicer, but also possibly heartbreaking. I liked Finn.



The Aromantic and Asexual Speculative Fiction Database

Always looking for more fiction featuring asexual and aromantic spectrum characters? Big fan of fantasy and science fiction? Yah, me too!

Enough that I got tired of looking at lists (and finding the same 5-10 over and over) and made a database!

No, even better, I made one with FILTERS.

This mean you can filter out entries according to your current cravings. Looking for homoromantic aces only? Filter the “Romantic orientation” column!

Desperate for an allosexual aromantic character, whose orientation is featured On Page, but you’d like a nonbinary character on top of that? Hit the aromantic database tab, filter “Type of rep”, “Sexual orientation” and “gender” and see what’s left!

Instructions and definitions of everything are on the first tab of the database, so you can click on this link to check it out right now!

A few notes:

1. There’s a lot already, but it’s far from complete. If you are an author with ace or aro spec characters, contact me! I have forms to fill so I can add you in. 

2. I cannot guarantee the quality or the safety of every story. I ask authors to give me content warnings, both specifically for their rep and for the story, but not all of this was filled by them, and there’s always a chance of forgetting. If you think warnings need to be added to a line, don’t hesitate to tell me!

3. Webcomics, poetry, and other forms of fiction aren’t in there. Maybe one day. It’d be cool!

4. There’s a lot of #ownvoices stuff in there but I forgot to mark it. :/ I will eventually! Until then, if you want only those, hit me up and I can give a few pointers. :)


Melodically it might not be the strongest one in the album, & not the favourite one for many, BUT conceptually is the perfect song for single choice. Let me elaborate…
Mainstream media regularly doesn’t touch subjects aside of sex, love, heartbreak & partying.

Logic stated something similar during his VMAs performance: “I just want to take a moment right now & thank you all so much for giving me a platform to talk about something that mainstream media doesn’t want to talk about…”
Speaking about mental illnesses on his song “1-800-273-8255” is such a powerful, raw & real statement. If you have heard the song or watched his performance that night, don’t tell me you didn’t get chills or a lump in your throat.
Now, this is an statement that has achieved a #1 on Spotify’s US Top 50 chart; got a new peak of No. 5 this week on the Hot 100, a platinum certification & continues to rise (not to mention the impact that has had on the lifeline, it’s unprecedented). Personally, I’m extremely happy that a song like such is getting that amount of success. Doesn’t mean there hasn’t been anyone that has treated this subject in the music ever before but take a look at the BB charts from these days & there is not another similar single on the market right now. The GP appreciates these songs that convey a different type of message other than the trivial ones we’re used to hear on the radio all the time.

Take a look at other very successful pop singles by female singers that have spoken about matters that don’t have anything to do with the common “mainstream-ish” ones:

Rachel Platten’s “Fight Song”… Reached double platinum on the US, & did very well on the BB lists)

Katy Perry with “Firework”… Commercially successful, reaching number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 and the top five on 20 charts around the world. It has sold 7.1 million copies in the United States, and over 1 million in the United Kingdom.

Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”…

[“I really can’t believe it. I’m humbled, honored and overwhelmed at the reception to ‘Born This Way’. This has been so life-changing for me. Between Billboard and the international No. 1s, and the radio numbers… I couldn’t be more blessed to have the fans I have. I knew when I wrote the song it was special, but I also knew that perhaps my fans or my label were hoping for me to deliver ‘Bad Romance the Third’ or ‘Poker Face the Third’. I wanted to do exactly the opposite.”]
— Gaga talking to Billboard about the commercial reception of “Born This Way”.

These are just the first examples I could come up with, surely there are other options that I’m missing right now. My point here was to highlight how these sort of songs do great in terms of the commercial reception & sometimes even better than expected.

Back to Bridges, by making it a single the girls would totally be showing the GP a side of them, musically speaking, that they have never been given the chance to showcase. I want to believe it would get them the respect they deserve. I’m positive it would change the GP’s view on them since it’d be a total different approach. I would even dare to say that they could go viral since anything that slams Trump’s administration, rightfully does (like Miss Texas two or three days ago). Concerning stan Twitter, hopefully it would lessen the slander towards them.

I know most are begging for Lonely Night or DSYLM for the third single. Almost everyone is rooting for the powerhouse ballad that DSYLM is, don’t get me wrong this song is everything we all have ever wanted from them since “Who Are You” but the absolute best time to have gotten this song out would have been their debut as a foursome, releasing something no one would have expected nor sonically nor vocally. But we know Epic adores sabotaging them. Regarding Lonely Night, the girls are known for bops, adding another one to their hits list won’t bring a change onto their name. Here’s what I mean:

For a girlgroup that’s not taken seriously more than half of the time; that has sadly secured a solid place on the stan Twitter bandwagon hate list; & the label that loves fucking up their singles choices… just look at Down, as much as they want to sell us the idea that they all agreed with it as the debut, it’s obvious that LAND didn’t pick it. Tbh if it had actually been for them I don’t think they would have included it on the tracklist.
For a band that’s been doubted since always, having a single out there climbing the top spots on the charts protesting about today’s political situation; speaking on behalf the lack of love & division reigning over society; stating about equality in general… It’s such an outstanding concept.

Four POC women basically singing in harmony a big fat fuck you to the giant Cheeto head & his regimen founded on racism & bigotry while taking over the mainstream radio it’s such an statement, I just got chills from merely thinking about it.

Apart from the fact that the GP could be very receptive of it, most importantly, it’s a much needed message that don’t even doubt for a second, Lauren, Ally, Normani & Dinah wouldn’t want to share with the world on a bigger scale.
Yeah the song is out there, sure thing. But not every outsider will give themselves the chance to hear it. Many don’t even know the song exists.
With a well budgeted music video (preferably that contains an actual storyline) & the adequate amount of promo it’s a song that could definitely get the recognition & appreciation it deserves.

I repeat, Epic won’t ever pull this card (I’m sure it must be true that they have already selected Sauced Up) but if the fans unite to demand this, definitely the girls won’t reject the idea & maybe we could really get them to change it EVEN if the third song is put out there by that moment. Many moves likes this have been done in the past, due to the fans’ petitions.
E.g. Lady Gaga had everything prepared to promote “Ayo” & she changed it last minute to “Million Reasons”. One Direction had begun promoting “Infinity” but directioners wanted “History” instead.
We could do it, we could get the label to exercise this option. Besides aren’t we told almost daily that we’re the fifth member? Just saying…

If you have made up your mind about other song for the next single, remember the other songs talk about about the trivial topics that the mainstream media consistently push. Not that there’s anything wrong with them of course, but from my POV it would just be another hit added to their brand & that’s pretty much it. Not that this last is not a big deal but imagine if they could have a hit with an anti-Trump anthem, love encouraging piece. Sounds better or is it just me??
Idk, don’t want to sound like I’m exaggerating but this could be huge for them. Plus bringing a different element into the table for a change seems persuading enough to me.
By the way, the girls just said recently said in an interview that they wanted to be remember for spreading love & positivity… What a perfect opportunity to exhibit this to the GP than with Bridges.

Not convinced enough? The portion of the general public, that got to hear it already, praised it quite A LOT.
(I’ll attach later some ss with tweets demonstrating this last point)

The world deserves this message. The girls have it. It’s just a matter of pushing it & spreading it a little bit more.
This shouldn’t be an opportunity gone to waste. Especially if this is really their last project as Fifth Harmony. In the end it’s not the girls who got to decide this latter, it’s the label, (even if they try to sell us otherwise).
Not to mention right now it’s the most fitting time. The situation in America, the world crying for love & compassion… It’s a must to get this anthem out as soon as possible. The time is now.


Fathoms Below - Mermaid/Pirates AU with Jason Todd

A/N: So this is just part one. It has no Jaybird in it yet (Well, except for the very last sentence.) If you want to be added to my tag list for this new series, hit me up with an ask or a message. 

Tagging: @kamuithedragonlord, @cait-writes-stuff, @avengerdragoness, and @birbs-and-the-bat

Y/N stood at the helm of her ship and looked off across the waves. She could feel the mist on her skin and taste the salt from the water. She had loved the ocean as long as she had been alive. She hadn’t always been on a ship though.

She was born the child of a moderately wealthy family. They were not gentry by any means, but they had the means to live relatively comfortably. Her older sister had struck a match with a naval captain and moved to a big house on a hill. Y/N watched as her sister wasted away in a loveless marriage whilst living in the lap of luxury.

Y/N decided at a very young age that she would not make the same mistake. So when her parents announced she was to be married to another naval officer that was a close friend of her sister’s husband, she knew she needed to move.

She cut her hair off and dressed as a servant boy and ran away in the middle of the night. She found work as a galley boy on a merchant ship and left before daylight. She knew what she did was dangerous and foolish and that her family would never forgive her, but she also knew that continuing on as she had been and following the path her parents set wouldn’t be really living.

It hadn’t taken long for her to figure out exactly how a ship worked. She studied those around her and learned from example. She caught on faster than anyone the other sailors had ever seen.

One night, the merchant ship she was working was boarded by pirates. It turned out that one of the sailors was a spy for the ship, looking for a particularly expensive cargo to steal. The ship was ransacked and crippled so that they couldn’t pursue. Not that a merchant ship could do any substantial damage, but we couldn’t have them running to the Navy before the pirates could get away, now could we?

The spy for the pirates told his captain about Y/N’s skill. He took one look at the “boy” and offered him a small job on the crew. He was not a heartless man, but someone looking to make a quick buck off the misfortune of others. Besides, he had once had a son, but the boy perished of disease. Maybe it would do the ship some good to have youngblood learning the lifestyle.

Y/N knew she probably shouldn’t say yes, but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The pirates cheered and the captain welcomed her aboard.

Months went by and the Captain began to look at her as if she were his own. He didn’t know her secret, none of the crew did. She got even better at running a ship and was elevated to various positions of command.

The Captain took it upon himself to train Y/N as his successor. He knew that to be a pirate captain was to maintain a slim balance of intimidation and people pleasing. If you weren’t intimidating, anyone could overthrow you. But if you didn’t take care of your crew, it wouldn’t matter how scary you were, they would slit your throat in the middle of the night and leave you for the sharks to eat.

He taught her every trick in the book. It was when they were sword fighting that he realized his lad was really a lass all along. But by that time, Y/N was practically his child and he didn’t have the heart to expose her or to send her away. So instead, he trained her harder. He put more expectations on her. If she was to be a Captain then she had better be ready for more pressure than ever. No man would willingly follow a female captain unless she was worth her salt.

When he was sure she could take whatever they threw at her, they revealed to the crew her true identity.  By then, the crew knew she was worth her weight in gold as a sailor. Some of the hands tried to raise a fuss, but the majority accepted it as a fact. Captain says the woman stays. She ain’t caused any trouble until this point so she might as well keep working.

When she was made first mate, there were grumblings, but they were quickly tamped down.

One night, long after the crew had settled down to her being second in charge. Her “father” fell ill. He wasn’t sick for long, but it seemed like an eternity to Y/N. Three days after his illness began, he passed away in his sleep. The crew were all shaken, but Y/N squared her shoulder and took charge. She fell into the role of leadership like she had been born to it.

Y/N took her eyes off the horizon as her thoughts returned to the present.

“First Mate Silver, how are we on this fine day?” She called out. The middle aged man meandered to the steps leading up to the platform on which she stood.

“Just fine, Captain. Looking to be a storm brewing to the South though.” The man pointed a finger to a microscopic cloud on the horizon.

“We’ll have to keep an eye out on that.” She muttered.

“Aye, Captain, we will. Might be a job for the night crew though.” Silver said.

“The sun is getting pretty low, isn’t it?” Y/N said as she handed control of the helm to the First Mate. “Keep us on track. I’m going to retire early.”

“Aye, Captain. Get a good rest.” The First Mate called as she went below. She made her way to her quarters. It was still odd to think that the room her adopted father had once called home were now hers. She felt a pang in her heart as she remembered him. She sighed and laid down on her bed. She was so busy during the day that she barely had time to mourn him, but at night she liked to remember him and let her heart heal.

She quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake up when someone entered the room. She didn’t feel the ropes looping around her hands and feet, but she startled awake when they pulled tight. She let out a yell, but was quickly silenced when someone stuck a cloth in her mouth. “Sorry, pretty, but Silver doesn’t take orders from a woman.” Her treacherous First Mate threw her over his shoulder and carried her up to the main deck.

She kicked and screamed into her gag, but his hold on her was firm.

“You know, Captain Silver, she is actually a really pretty little thing when ya be thinking about it.” One of the crew members said.

“Maybe Poseidon will make her his bride.” Silver joked as he set her on the railing. “Sorry, little mermaid, but the only reason we held out this long was for the old Captain’s memory. He wanted you to be a Captain and by golly you were. For a month. I’ll be saying a prayer for your soul.” He said as he pushed her overboards.

Y/N took a deep breath before she hit the water. She sunk like a ton of bricks and was fading quickly. She tried with all her might to kick back to the surface, but only succeeded in tiring herself out. She began to cry as her lungs burned, the only reason she knew was because of the warm water around her eyes. She sighed as her vision blurred, but right before the darkness hit her, she felt a pair of strong arms grab her waist.

Hoseok Scenario: Be My Baby.

Request: (HS) Biker!JHope has a crush on Shy!Reader. Reader thinks he’s bad news so pushed him away, but turns out he’s the most cutest/fun person ever scenario??? (: love your work so much! Keep it up and Love y'all!!💕

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Hoseok took a deep breath, thankfully you couldn’t look through his helmet and see his nervousness, well, it wasn’t like you were looking at him per se, in fact, you weren’t looking at him at all, as always, and this was Hoseok’s biggest dilemma because he wanted you to look at him, to pay attention to him, to want to tell him good morning and ask about his day just like he wanted to do with you. He sighed, he didn’t know if he should give up his crush on you or what, but it was difficult since you worked at his uncle’s carwash and he had been going there for the past weeks part to help out his uncle, and part to see you.

He took off his helmet and went down from his bike trying to look like he’d not been thinking about you for ten straight minutes while sitting there and went inside to find you near one of the two offices. He gathered all his confidence and his best smile to stand in front of you.

–Y/N, morning –

You eyed him up for a full minute without saying anything, how did you pull off that boring black and blue uniform so well? –Good morning… excuse me –

You smiled politely and walked past him, Hoseok wanted to hit himself, would it be too desperate to go after you? He turned around before he thought properly about it and followed you. –I’m Hoseok – he added with another smile and you looked at him in that same way that he couldn’t decipher, he didn’t know if you were this silent normally or what.

–I… I know – you said softly and Hoseok wanted to throw a party. Well he was sure he’d said his name to you over five times, and maybe his uncle had talked about him to you too, you continued ordering some oil bottles and not paying much attention to him so Hoseok deflated a little, but he considered the fact of you remembering his name an advance, he was decided to stay positive. Then you looked at him again with a polite smile and he deflated a little more. –Um… I’m a little busy, do you need something from me? –

Hoseok tried to think fast, dammit he had nothing to ask for aside from your number out of the blue and he didn’t want to come off like a total creeper or greasy, so he just stared at you a little lost and denied. You nodded and then you were going away so he was only left to look at you doing so, observing your cute braid, the way you walked so nice, the blue shirt a little big on you but that somehow you managed to pull off and those black pants that were tight to the point of perfection on your equally perfect legs and he had to take a deep breath and look elsewhere. You were going to be the end of him without even knowing about it.

You looked warily outside the office, Hoseok was still there and you sighed. He made you nervous in a weird way, you supposed it was because of his look. You had observed him getting down from his bike, taking the helmet off with smooth moves and he was definitely like the typical bad boy of the movies, the one girls whispered about, with his leather jacket, his helmet under his arm and his scary looking bike outside, he had to be it and if there was something you knew about bad boys, was that they were trouble.

You’d tried to stay neutral about him, you weren’t the most talkative out there anyway or the most outgoing and Hoseok seemed to be the type of crashing from party to party and from girl to girl, his kind smile was just a facade, it had to be, you decided.

You didn’t even know why he always tried to talk with you despite you trying to maintain the contact to the minimum, he was after all your boss’ nephew and you needed the job to save the money. When you took a peek outside again, Hoseok had taken off his leather jacket, he was wearing a gray t-shirt that wasn’t exactly tight, but enough to outline his body really well, Hoseok was fit and lean and your cheeks heated up a little, he was attractive but that didn’t mean he was good for you.

He caught your eyes on him and a smile stretched on his lips, he waved at you and raised his chin a little and you looked away, dropping a few of the documents you’d been holding in the process.

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Frost (Chapter Three)

So I feel like this chapter is maybe a little boring… but it’s the first real interaction between Tony and Loki and the first stepping stone into their relationship, so I didn’t want to leave it out! Let me know what you guys think :)

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“Forgive me.” Loki stopped in his tracks a few steps into the library and bowed stiffly. “I was not aware that you were in here.”

“No it’s fine.” Tony waved him in, barely looking up from his book. “Come in. It’s a big library, you won’t even notice I’m here.”

“I highly doubt that.” Loki bared his teeth in something resembling a smile and started backing away. “I’ll leave you to your reading.”

“No, seriously.” Tony put his book down, frowning over Loki’s odd comment. “This is your library, not mine so–”

“As the consort of the King, it is in fact your library. I have plenty of books in my room to read.” Loki raised his eyebrows. “I will not intrude on your quiet. Good day, Sir Anthony.”

“Do you not like me?” Tony asked, sounding irritated and Loki’s eyes snapped shut, trying to hide the panic that filled them.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” he said through clenched teeth.

“No?” Tony challenged. “Because the other day in my room you said that I reacted to you the same way I react to my–” his throat moved as he swallowed uncomfortably. “–to the team. And at first that made me mad but then I sort of– well I don’t like that. I don’t like that I still react that way. I thought I was over all of it and it turns out I’m not. Not completely anyway, and I don’t like that. But it’s not that I equate you with them, I just– we have a weird past, you know?”

“Yes, I was told it took months for you to even be comfortable around Thor, much less comfortable around your Avengers. However, I’m sure whatever I said can be ignored as I actually have no opinion either way about how you act around me or any other person on Asgard. I was simply trying to get a rise out of you, and it has worked perfectly.” Loki kept his tone cool, his posture relaxed even though he felt like screaming.

Why was the mortal so upfront about everything? Why did he seem to take to heart everything Loki said? And more than that, why did it seem as if he was upset that Loki thought he was uncomfortable when they were together?

“Look.” Tony sighed. “Look. All I’m saying is, I don’t like that you said that. I don’t look at you like I look at my team. If anything, I don’t understand why I want to—”

No no no no no. Loki did start to panic then. The last thing he needed was this mortal bringing up the odd draw between the two of them, the way they couldn’t seem to not look at each other. He did not need a question about the Hjartslattur bond and he did not need to be standing here talking about anything even remotely related to it.

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move together (just come closer)

Inspired by this post about how Betty and Jughead ended up sleeping together on the couch. Also partially inspired by the song “Move Together” by James Bay - give it a listen if you too like to cry about Bughead.

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So maybe don’t give me cold, cold shoulder
Before you go, turn around, let me hold you
And let me stay in the dark of the morning
Just one more thing

How we gonna move together?
Just come closer

- Move Together by James Bay

“Betts, you’re yawning.”

Betty turned her head to look blearily at Jughead where he was lying on the couch. She blinked a few times.

“No I’m not,” she said, and yawned.

Jughead tried to suppress a smile. He turned to look at the clock on the wall, wincing as he suddenly became aware of the stiffness in his neck. “It’s getting pretty late, don’t you want to call it a night?” He put his copy of Zodiac on the couch beside him and stretched, reaching behind his head to rub the back of his neck. He looked back at Betty, sitting cross-legged on the floor, and raised his eyebrows.

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goddess {i}

summary: this is essentially an introductory chapter to the reader’s role in the story. also, the reader briefly meets steve here.
pairing(s): steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader (PLATONIC)
listen to: coast modern - dive
word count: 1.2k
warning(s): nothing really, except language? the reader and peter parker are close here, but nothing more than sisterly and brotherly love. the reader is a funny little shit + this is really bad bc i wrote it in 1 hour RIPPP
notes: i’m excited for what’s to come next but also scared bc i have no idea what’s to come next rip.

“Hey guys, how are we all doing today?” you swiftly slung your bag on your desk and made your way to the front of the class to take attendance, your heels clicking loudly against the birch floor.

The class enthusiastically responded sounds of happiness spread the room. Smiling, you began to take attendance. Two students were missing. “Does anyone know where Flash and Peter are?” you had no reason to ask, however, as you already knew where the two were.

“They’re in the office. Flash hit Peter with his camera. It’s kind of a shame that the camera’s stronger than Peter is.”

You lost her patience immediately, “Seriously, Lucas? C'mon man.” Snickers emerged from the class. You were the youngest teacher at Midtown High School, and you were everyone’s favourite. It made sense; you were charming, kind, intelligent, and very funny. Some of the parents look down at your personality and claim you as being too “childish”, but it was nothing compared to the number of impactful initiatives you’ve brought to the school. Holding multiple fundraising events that were fun for the students helped you raise over $10 000 over the past year alone for animal and human rights, poverty, and  research foundations. “Okay, I’m gonna go check on Parker and Thompson in the office so class is dismissed and for homework, I guess I’ll have you guys read topic 6.6.5 which is on positive and negative feedback reactions. Sound good?” You shot the class a quick thumbs up and earned a bunch of cheers.

Gathering your bags, you waited for the class to disperse before locking the door and walking to the office. You knew Peter far before he came to high school; you were his babysitter when he was in elementary school, and then tutored him when he was in middle school. You were practically like an older sister to him.

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Eat out/punishment smut

Delays with this I’m sorry I need to get my shit together requests will be open soon but I’m sorry I won’t be posting as much as I want to I’m near exam time and that’s priority, still looking for co-writer if anyone’s interested please message me!!💓 anyway hope you enjoy, thanksss!!x

There’s no doubting Ashley isn’t one to hold back on things and sex is no different, there’s also no doubting she loves to sing and there’s certainly no doubting between the two of you at least that she love eating you out, throw them all together and that’s one hell of a kink and not surprisingly Ashley was completely mesmerised by it.
You had been out with a couple of girl friends and since you and ash had outed as a couple there has been countless accusations and threats against your relationship especially on the loyalty side of things. You had got into your shared apartment with the blue haired wonder laying across the distressed leather couch engulfed in a magazine, you stood at the end up the couch “hey babe” you smiled she pulled down her magazine a little so all you saw were her big bright eyes, apart from this time they didn’t look so bright more dull her brows knitted “hi” she mumbled, completely different to your normal greeting of her. “Are you okay?” She ignored you, huffing and shuffling as you sat beside her, “Ash” you said a little more stern she looked over and suddenly snapped, pushing you up against the couch she was previously snuggled into, her sudden movements taking you by surprise, you were left wondering why she was acting like this but not for long when she smashed her lips onto yours trailing her wet kisses down to your neck, lifting your shirt from the hem at the bottom and over your head she kissed along the top of your boobs nudging you as a signal to arch your back so she could unclasp your bra, once she did she massaged your boob while sucking harshly on the other making you moan and mumble sweet nothings to her, she trailed her wet mouth down your soft stomach stopping at the rim of your panties looking down at the pink lace wrapped around your lower parts and looked back up to you, her eyes captured yours “now, sweetheart we are going to have a little fun” she purred, you looked at her in confusion, “I’m going to eat you out” you nodded in response muttering “please do” under your breathe, “and you are going to sing for me like nothing is happening” a huge smirk was plastered across her face, you taken back a little and nervous to sing for her, as comfortable as you where with her, singing In front of her was a little intimidating but never the less intriguing, so in reply you nodded letting her no you where going to.
Hooking her fingers round the hem of your panties she slowly pulled them down revealing your naked self to her, her hot breath making you shiver and squirm a little, she put her hands on your thighs holding you down “ready?” She hummed, giving you a huge grin, she like one stripe up your wet clit making you muffle a moan as you quietly started to sing “your little brother never told you but he loved you so” she carried on covering every inch of your wetness making you moan louder and stop singing, and then she stopped. You squirmed and thrusted your hips wanting the friction back, needy for her touch. “You stop, I stop” she said smugly, you groaned knowing this wasn’t going to be easy but you carried on “you said your mother only smiled on her TV show” the words leaving your mouth in stutters the pleasure she was giving you was hard to ignore but if you stopped she stopped and that was the last thing you wanted.
“You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with-” you couldn’t help it your last words where cut off with a loud moan leaving your mouth the build up of pleasure was just begging to hit you but her words ran through your head “if you stop I stop” and of course she did, you couldn’t stop anymore the amount of pleasure she gave me made you want need more, you shuffled a little looking down to her eyes “I hope you make it to the day you’re 28 years old” she once again picked up the pace, adding a in a finger at a time pumping slowly while her tongue was flicking fast over your swollen clit, you sang louder and she picked up the pace giving you more and more pleasure your words where stuttered as your climax was building up, a knotted feeling in your stomach grew bigger and your legs began to shake “everything is blue, his pills, his hands, his jeans” your moans becoming clearer and harder to muffle but thankfully for once she wasn’t stopping, you let yourself go not being able to hold back any longer, your loud moans filled the room as she licked you clean, you lay breathless on the couch, your skin sticking to it from the sweat and heat from what just happened.