it makes me want to dance and take some really hard drugs

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

Fire

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Rating: NC-17 (Explicit Sex, Mention of Drug Use)

Word Count: 3,216

Summary:  It’s 1970′s Florida and crime lord Byun Baekhyun has managed to build his empire on crime and thievery. You’re his rival, the daughter of his greatest enemy and from the moment he sees you - he knows you’re going to be trouble.

Lucky for you, Byun Baekhyun happens to like trouble.

Contributors: the always amazing, stupendously wonderful - @baebae-goodnight for the perfect moodboard below <3

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game on

this is inspired by Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all the clothes I mention go check out the video!

Word Count:  2250

Rating: R (Smut)

I hope you guys enjoy!

It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense, because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.

“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day. “I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.

“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation, grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.

“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.

“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips along the way. 

“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.

“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his eyes before they settled to look at you again.

“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.

“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his eyes narrowed again, suspicious.

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent smile and gave him a wave.


You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d be looking at his phone occasionally.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Addicted

Requested by @jazminblake

Song: Crazy in love

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are the leaders of the camp and are really close. One day Bellamy starts avoiding her without any reason. Reader is hurt because she loves him and tries to find out why he ignores her. One day she finally makes him talk to her and he admits that he got scared of being in love with her.

Word Count:  2102


Originally posted by nancywheeleers


Y/N’s POV

I had never thought that a person could influence someone else’s life so much just by their presence. But now, after my life had completely turned upside down and I found myself on the Earth with another 100 delinquents, I knew it was possible. Somehow I had earned a leadership position which I shared with Bellamy Blake.

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Klance Recs #3

Tidal by  noero ( PG-13, 1.6k)

Summary: Although Keith may not consider himself a theorist, he figures the impulse that fuels his own inertia is the only force that can stop Lance’s aimless velocity. They just fit. Far be it from him question the laws of nature. [Pining!Keith]


String Theory 
by noero (NC-17, 4.3k)

Summary: The prospect of piloting the Red Lion had excited Lance at first, even if the mere thought of abandoning the Blue Lion made him uneasy. In hindsight, that should have been his first clue that something was bound to go wrong. Omnipresent robot lions were usually right about these things. [Soulbond, Black Paladin!Keith]


Intermezzo 
by noero (NC-17, 3.2k)

Summary: Their relationship had always been backward like that, needing to turn left before they turn right. They go up just so they can come back down and one step forward for every two steps back. They’d been running in circles so long that they skid the turn when they try to stop. Everything is urgent and feverish.

Alternately, the one in which Lance is handsy and Keith just really wants to kiss him. [Friends With Benefits] 


Pendulum 
by noero (NC-17, 5.2k)

Summary: The funny thing about falling for someone is you don’t even realize you’re falling until you hit the ground.

It just happens that when Lance falls, he hits hard.


Best Laid Plans 
by agrestenoir + ErinNovelist (PG-13, 2.5k)

Summary: “If by dream, you mean your worst nightmare, then yes, sweet Paladin.” Lotor’s voice was soft and saccharine as he crept closer Lance, lips pulling into a twisted, cruel smile. “I am the vengeance my father seeks, the fear you feel in the nights, I am—”

“Batman,” Lance whispered.

“Lance,” Keith whispered. “Please don’t antagonize Zarkon’s son.”

Or: Lance and Keith get captured. Lotor is a Diva. There’s kissing, and somehow they escape too, but who’s really here for that?


Entangled 
by mackerelmademedoit (R, 101.8k)

Summary: When Keith found himself mentally linked to Lance of all people, he never thought that it would end in anything but irritation and misery on both sides. He certainly never imagined that it would be a useful asset in team Voltron’s fight against the Galra Empire. Now if he can just keep his feelings in check, they might actually have a chance at defeating Zarkon.

Needless to say, when he’d wished for a ‘bonding moment’ with Lance, this wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind. [Mental Link/Soul Bond]


pepsicola 
by corydalis (PG-13, 10.3k)

Summary: It starts like this: Lance looking up at the scoreboard only a few days into his Garrison training and muttering to himself, “What the hell kind of a name is Keith?”

Or, Keith and Lance fall in love. Eventually.
DAY 2: love // hate [Enemies to Friends to Lovers]


Like Devo 
by surveycorpsjean (NC-17, 8.3k)

Summary: As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-

But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.

And thats how they start dating. [Roller Derby AU] 


Crossroads 
by manamune (Light R, 106.8k)

Summary: When Keith crashed his Lion into a Galra warship in order to stop it from destroying a solar system, and more importantly, his friends, he was fully prepared to die for it.

What he didn’t prepare for was to wake up in an alternate universe where he and Lance were dating. [Time Travel/Alternate Dimension]


electromagnetic 
by seabear (PG, 25k)

Summary: Lance spends a lot of time wondering about his place in the universe. And his place with Keith. Oh, also there’s a heist and some fake dating. [Heist, Fake Out Make Out]


The Outfield 
by EdgarAllenPoet (R, 22.9k, WIP)

Summary: "The first time Lance meets Keith, Rihanna’s “S&M” is playing in the background, which Lance thinks is incredibly ironic considering where they are. Also, Keith’s naked.“ [BDSM AU, Safe; Sane; Consensual, WIP]


equations for a falling body 
by csoru (R, 25k)

Summary: “So, good news,” says Lance, voice a little strangled. “I seriously doubt that’s a killer neurotoxin. Or knockout gas.”

(Keith, Lance, an alien drug and an enclosed space, and what happens after.) [WARNINGS: Non-con drug use, non-con branding, dubcon]


Shut Up and Dance With Me 
by wittyy_name (R, 132k, WIP)

Summary: Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.

Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.

With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn. [Dancer AU]


Trouble’s Making Everything All Right by Mytay (R, 44.4k, WIP Series)

Summary: Two Paladins become two rough and tumble mercenaries, donning their leather coats and gun holsters, righting wrongs (while committing a few heists of their own), and fighting to get off this bleak, crime-filled planet.

Also known as Lance and Keith’s Space Cowboy Adventures. [Space Cowboys, Canon Divergence, WIP Series]


Far Away From Nothing 
by Ikira (NC-17, 12.5k)

Summary: When Lance is the last of the paladins to be recovered after their separation through the corrupted wormhole, everyone is a little concerned for him, considering how much Lance likes to be around people. Surprisingly, Keith seems to be the most concerned of all.

But that concern quickly shifts to flustered preoccupation when Keith finally finds Lance and discovers that his time living on an uninhabited jungle planet have wrought some changes in the Blue Paladin. Some really nice changes. Turns out there are no barbers or hair stylists in the jungle, and Keith? Is unexpectedly okay with this. Really okay with this. Oh boy. [Hair Kink? Hair Length Kink?]


The Games We Play 
by Lys ap Adin (lysapadin) (NC-17, 3k)

Summary: Lance likes games.

Through a lot of trial and error, this is what Keith has learned: the more random and casual Lance is being, the closer Keith needs to be listening, because it means Lance is trying to tell him something important. [BDSM]


From the Ruins, We shall Rise 
by (R, 18k, WIP)

Summary: This is a tale of two countries finding peace, a tale of a jealous emperor, and a tale of how a team was put together to save these two countries from their doom.

The kingdom of Altea seeks peace with its Galran Empire neighbor, but the tyrannic Emperor Zarkon refuses to let Altea flourish while his turns to sand. It takes a prince, a general, a hitman, an inventor, a smith, and a guild of assassins to ensure that peace will reign throughout the continent of Cygnus. [Dragon Riders/Fantasy AU]


Burnout
 by lovetheinkstains (R, 12k, WIP)

Summary: Keith has a death wish and his entire department knows it.
Running back into the flames of cleared buildings as if he’s looking for a way to die a hero.
The way his detective friend did.
But the EMT with the pretty blue eyes hasn’t given up on him just yet.
And oddly enough… neither has the dead detective… [Firefighter/EMT AU, Mystery, WIP]


Touchdown
 by InsominiacArrest (NC-17, 4.6k)

Summary: Lance starts to get hot and bothered by the fact Keith sometimes gives out congratulatory ass slaps, and it becomes an issue when they start dating and it’s hard for Lance to ask for what he wants. [Spanking]


from the mouths of liars 
bycsoru (NC-17, 7k)

Summary: “Dude,” says Lance — foolishly, because it means he has to breathe and now if they get sucked out into the vacuum of space, he’ll suffocate — “Are you mutating? Is this going to be the kind of deal where you get all messed up and turn into a horrible monster?” [Galra!Keith, Friends With Benefits, WARNINGS: slightly dark fic, Dom/sub undertones, body horror, consent issues and not entirely healthy relationship, under negotiated kink]

I Hate That I Love You

Title: I Hate That I Love You

Requests: Hey , do you think you could do an imagine where , the reader is Josh’s best friend , and despite how long they been friends she is scared to talk about it with him ? Maybe get some rain action ? And a sappy ending ? I l or sappy endings with kisses ☺️❤️ this would be great , love your work .

Hey! I was wondering if you could write just a SUPER fluffy imagine with Josh. I need some good fluff rn before midterms.

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph

Warnings: Underage drinking, cursing

A/N: I know the requests ask for fluff and I promise part 2 (and maybe 3 if I want to make it longer) will be fluffy!

Part 2 - It’s Always Been You

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Misunderstanding

Words: 3941

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genres: Angst/fluff

AO3 version

Summary: Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?




The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.

Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.  

There he was.

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Her Secret-Jason Dilaurentis Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Sexual implications

Originally posted by hazugcsajoktarsasaga

  “Spence, why are we all here?” Hanna asked. 

  “It can’t be to revisit old times,” I muttered.

  Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily, and I were seated at our usual table at the Brew. It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Spencer texted all of us to meet at our old favorite hangout. Even though the cafe was familiar, it was strange to be back since Allison wasn’t around. 

   I got chills just thinking of my dead frenemy. It had been months since her body was found and I still wasn’t over it.

  “Right, we all got texts after the funeral from A, right? Well, I’ve been getting more since,” Spencer said. “How about you guys?”
  Aria hesitated. “Yeah, I have too.”

  “Same,” Emily said.

  “Unfortunately, I have been getting the creep’s texts too,” Hanna said.

  They all turned to look at me and I shrugged.

  “They haven’t bothered me since the funeral,” I muttered before sipping my black coffee.

   “What?” My four friends hissed in unison.

   “How…why?” Emily asked.

   I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess I’m the most innocent out of all of us.”

  At that, all of my friends scoffed and laughed.

  “Yeah, right. I don’t think you have an innocent bone in your body,” Spencer said.

  “You are the same Y/N Y/L/N who took ecstasy at the fall dance, right?” Aria asked.

   “And the same Y/N who snuck into hotel parties and stole free booze,” Emily said.

   “Okay, I get it. I’ve done some scandalous things, but everyone in Rosewood knew about it,” I said with a laugh. “Besides, I’ve changed.  My time in Japan really calmed me down and I learned that there’s more to life than nonstop partying.”

   “We’ll see about that,” Hanna said. “But don’t put the old Y/N away for too long; she’s fun.”

   “She’s also destructive.”

   “But Y/N has a point, maybe A’s leaving her alone because she did everything in the open,” Spencer said.

   “Yeah, well, the rest of us couldn’t exactly be honest about our stuff,” Hanna muttered.

   Even though it was nice not to be harassed by some mysterious freak, I kind of wanted the treatment just so I could be in the same boat as  my friends. I felt bad for not suffering and I was positive that I had done worst things than them when Alison was alive. Some people said that I was worse than her in some aspects. However, I never bullied anyone, I just never really discouraged Allison from doing so.

   Spencer was leading the discussion for a plan when Emily gasped.

   “What?” Aria gasped.

   “Look at who just walked in,” Emily whispered.

    We all turned and time seemed to slow down. Jason Dilaurentis had walked into the Brew and everything seemed to stopped. Patrons stopped their conversations and employees paused from taking orders as they observed Alison’s older brother approach the cashier. Jason didn’t really look at anyone and his expression was grave. I was thankful that he didn’t look at anyone, particularly me, because my heart seemed to stop.

   “He’s back in town?” Aria whispered. “When did that happen?”

   “I don’t know, maybe he came after the funeral. Maybe he couldn’t handle Ali’s…death.” Emily muttered the last word quicker than the rest.

   “He looks good,” Hanna said.

   Spencer, Aria, and Emily shot her a judgmental look.

   “What? He does. Rehab did him well,” Hanna said.

   I wanted to agree with her, I really did, but that would reveal my big secret, the one that none of them knew.

   Suddenly, Jason turned around from making his order and looked right at me. I was paralyzed—-I couldn’t move under his hazel gaze. Our interactions were never so stiff and awkward, they were usually much more natural. I supposed that kind of thing happens when one doesn’t see someone they were involved with for a year.

    Finally, he turned away and began scrolling through his phone.

   “Do you guys think he could be A?” Emily asked.

    “No way. A’s using stuff against us that only Ali would know and she and Jason weren’t exactly close,” Aria said.

    I couldn’t focus on the conversation though, all I could think about was the first time Jason and I started sneaking around.

   It was two summers ago. We were all sleeping over at Alison’s house in her bedroom. Justin Timberlake’s “Summer Love” was blasting in Alison’s room as we played Truth or Dare. Jason and his older friends were having a party downstairs and it was getting wild down there. Me being the daredevil party girl I was, I wanted to join that party more than anything. Besides, it was an excuse to be near Jason. 

   “Spencer, truth or dare?” Aria asked.

   “Truth,” Spencer said.

    We all groaned.

   “Of course you picked truth again,” Alison scoffed.

    Spencer shrugged shyly and Aria tapped her chin in thought.

   “Have you ever cheated in class?” Aria asked.

   “No, never!”
   “Lie!” 

   “She can’t cheat, she’s a Hastings. You’re all weirdly smart,” I said as I grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in Hanna’s lap. 

  “But maybe she was desperate for the perfect grade and was forced to cheat,” Alison argued.

   “That is a good point,” Hanna mumbled.

   “Well, it’s not true. Besides, it’s Y/N’s turn.” Spencer turned to me.

   “This should be good.” Aria leaned forward.

   “Truth or dare?” Spencer asked.

   “Dare.”

   “Ooooh,” Aria, Emily, and Hanna sang.

   “I dare you to steal a bottle of alcohol from the party downstairs,” Spencer said.

   Alison glanced at me. “I don’t know about that…”

   “No. I must complete it because Y/N Y/L/N always completes the dares she’s given.” 

   I maintained a calm composure as I stood and walked out into the hallway. Alison and the rest of the girls followed me to make sure I did it. On the outside, I was relaxed, but on the inside I was terrified. I had never been to a party with people such as Jason’s friends. They were all older and drug and alcohol addicts. But I wanted to impress Jason since I’ve had the biggest crush on him since kindergarten. So, I silently thanked myself for wearing a flattering NWA concert t-shirt with black leggings before traipsing down the stairs and into the chaos.

    There were people making out in plain sight, drinking, and doing drugs off of weird surfaces. Some hard rap song I didn’t know was playing and I was thankful that no one really noticed me as I weaved by people, stepped over bottles, and searched for a full bottle of liquor and Jason. Unfortunately, neither seemed to be in the main area so I moved to the kitchen. It was less populated and I managed to slip past a stoned couple before grabbing for the bottle of whiskey ontop of the fridge.

     “I don’t remember inviting you to the party,” Jason muttered in my ear.

     His voice was hot and made my body tingle every where. Somehow, I managed to remain relaxed as I turned to face him. He was gorgeous with his unruly golden hair, perfect stubble on his sharp jaw, and hazel eyes aimed on me. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans without a shirt. I was able to see his sculpted upper body and all I wanted to do was reach out and touch it.

    “It’s a shame, this party would be much more exciting if I had been invited,” I said.

    “Is that so?”

    “Mmhmm, but your friends seem a little boring any way.”

    Jason smirked and stepped closer towards me. “Really? I think they’re pretty entertaining.” Jason looked me up and down. “So, why did you come down here, Y/N?”
    “I wanted a bottle to take back upstairs to liven up the sleepover. Could you help me with that?”
   “Yeah, if you do me a favor.”

   “What do you want?” 

   “Liven up this party. I know you can dance—you look so sexy when you do. Show my friends a good time.”

    The fact that the object of my affections just called me sexy was still rolling through my mind before the rest of his words hit. He wanted me to dance for him and his friends before I could get alcohol. Some would call it degrading or too much effort to complete a dare, but I didn’t see it that way.

    “Fine.” I walked back into the living room, glancing at the stairs to see Alison, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna peering from the top of the staircase. 

   I winked at them as I approached the coffee table and cleared off the empty beer bottles, drug remnants, and snacks. The people around me jumped up to protest, but I ignored them as I stepped onto the table, right as Notorious BIG’s “Hypnotize” came on. I smirked and let the rhythm take over, making me swivel my hips, body roll, dip down, and wave my arms around. Jason’s friends—as high or drunk as they were—-cheered as I danced around and began dancing as well. I turned to Jason and saw him staring at me as though I were quarry and he was a hunter. A jolt went through me and I liked it, I liked the feeling of not knowing how he was going to act but knowing he would act.

   In the middle of song, I stopped dancing and walked over to him as though I were in a trance.

   “Pay up, I held up my end,” I said.

   “Of course.” Jason handed me the bottle of rum and I grabbed it. However, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “You’ll be seeing more of me later.”

   He released me and I walked back upstairs as though I wasn’t bursting to tell my friends about what happened. Instead, I played it cocky as I waved the bottle around before handing it to Alison. She gave me one of her knowing looks that bugged me before we all headed inside her bedroom.

   “That was so cool,” Aria said.

   “Yeah, I’d never be that bold to do that in front of all those older guys,” Hanna said.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day,” I said.

    “No, you were reckless down there, Y/N. Something could’ve happened to you,” Spencer said.

    “Well, nothing did and now we have rum,” Alison said.

    We passed the bottle around so many times that I blacked out. When I came to, the other girls were passed out and I really had to pee. I exited the room as quietly as possible before I made a beeline to the bathroom. When I finished, I began heading back to Alison’s room, still feeling the effects of the rum. Just when I got to Alison’s door, someone grabbed me and yanked me into another room. I yelped but was shushed when I made eye contact with Jason. His eyes were cloudy but he was probably more sober than me.

   “What are you doing?” I whispered.

   “I told you that you’d be seeing more of me later.” Jason closed the gap between us. “It’s later.” 

   The kiss was hot and passionate. No one else had ever kissed me like that so I moaned into it. Jason smirked underneath it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, pulling him closer. We began making out and he gently pushed me onto his bed. Our tongues interlocked several times and I clawed at his hoodie. Jason took it off without breaking the kiss. I rolled him over, pinning him down, and pulled away to take off my shirt. He stared at my naked torso for a while before leaning up and kissing me. He kissed down my neck, making sure to nip and lick down the side, forcing me to try to keep quiet.

    “Shhh, don’t want to wake my sister or your friends,” he whispered.

    With those words, I became stone cold sober. How could I be hooking up with my friend’s brother when she and my other friends are in the next room? I felt dirty and weird and not in the good way.

    “I can’t do this,” I said as I pushed him away.

    “What?”

    “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to, but you’re Alison’s brother. It’s…it’s too weird.” 

    I tried to get off his lap but Jason pulled me back in. “Why is it weird?”

    “Because I’d be going behind my friend’s back. It’s a girl thing, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

    Jason rolled his eyes. “You don’t even like Alison that much. Besides, we both want this…a lot.”

    Even though my relationship with Alison ran hot or cold, we were still friends and I had to stay loyal. But Jason looked really good and he was doing and saying all the right things. 

    “Yes, but I’m not going to do this with all of them across the hall.”

    “But doesn’t that make this hotter?” He kissed my collarbone. “Knowing we could get caught at any second?”

    “You make a good argument, but I need to get back before anyone notices.” I pried his hands off of me and grabbed my shirt off the floor. “I’m sure you could get plenty of other girls to do this.”

    “I want you.”

    With those three words, Jason Dilaurentis had me. He said them with such sincerity that it shook me to the core. Alison was never that sincere about our relationship, but she would give me hell if she found out about what I was about to do.

   I slipped my shirt back on and walked over to Jason. “Just because we don’t do this now doesn’t mean we couldn’t do it later.” I wrapped my arms around him. “We could keep it between the two of us.”

   “Sneaking around? I like it.” Jason kissed me. 

   “I have to go,” I whispered as I pulled away.

   “I’ll text you.”

   I nodded and when I turned to walk away, Jason smacked my butt. I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him before continuing back to Alison’s room. When I got back into my sleeping bag, I thought that no one had caught me. That was, until I felt the acute sensation of someone watching me.

   Alison.

   “Y/N?” Spencer asked.

    I blinked and looked at her. “Yeah, sorry, what did I miss?” 

    “We wanted some pastries. Could you get them?” Spencer asked.

    “Um, sure, yeah. What do you guys want?” 

     Emily didn’t even finish hers before I stood and made a beeline to the register .The Brew was pretty busy so Jason was still there and I felt hot—-an anxious hot being near him. I thought that I had gotten over him in my time out of the country, but I don’t think that I did. I quickly ordered my friends’ food and had the pleasure of needing to walk past Jason to get to my table. Lucky for me, he looked up just when I was about to start walking. 

    “Y/N,” Jason said.

    “Hi, Jason. It’s good to see that you’re back in town,” I said.

   “Yeah, I wanted to help my mom with some stuff.” Jason looked me over. “You look good…really good.”

   “Thanks, a year in Japan will do that to you.”

   “Oh, I heard about that. How was it?”
    “Therapeutic. I needed it after everything.”

    “Yeah.”

    “You look good, Jason.”

    “Thanks, we should talk some time.”
     “Sure, uh, just text me. The number hasn’t changed.” 

     “Cool.”

      I nodded.

      The awkward air between us made me grit my teeth. Things used to be so organic and natural until the incident. Now, we couldn’t even be cordial to each other in a coffee shop without it feeling foreign. Sometimes, I wish we still had our old arrangement, but it felt good to get rid of the toxicity it brought to my life.

     “Jason!” the barista called.

     “That’s me. I’ll see you around.”
      “Uh huh.”

      Jason grabbed his coffee and left. When I breathed, it felt as though I was releasing a breath that I had been holding for too long. It didn’t help that my friends kept staring from our table. There was no doubt in my mind that they would ask me questions when I sat down.

     A few minutes later, when I returned with the sugary treats, I was bombarded with questions.

    “Okay, what was that?” Aria asked.

    “Nothing, we just talked for, like, one second.”

    “More like five minutes,” Spencer said.

    “What did you two talk about?” Hanna asked.

    “Nothing, we just caught up and then he left.”

    “Why was he so engaging with you?” Emily asked.

    “We used to be in the same social circles. I used to run into him all the time at parties. Now, can you enjoy your sugar while we talk about something a little more lighthearted?”

    For the next hour, I got my wish. We talked about everything but stayed away from mentioning Alison, Jason, or A. Unfortunately, Jason stayed in the back of my mind. There was obviously more to him coming back to Rosewood besides helping his mother. Something else made him come back.

    When I got home later, my mother was enraptured by Jeoparady in the living room and my dad was still at work at the law firm. I managed to slip past my mom and go upstairs without her noticing. I slipped off my jacket and slumped onto my bed, exhausted.

    Ding!

    I grabbed my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen.

    Nothing worse than a bitch who messes with their best friend’s brother.

    -A

    “And so it begins,” I whispered. 

    A finally had something on me, the question was could I ever reveal my secret to Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna? They hadn’t mentioned theirs so I had until then to figure out how I was going to tell them mine. They were definitely going to judge me because I knew that whatever A had on them wasn’t as seedy as mine. The worst part was that I might still be in love with Jason.

Taken [Chapter 8]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15



You stepped into the common area and is surprised to find everyone partying in broad daylight.

Okay, first of all, you’re not even sure why there’s a common area in a mafia in the first place. And the place is fucking awesome, for all you know, with beanbags and a bar and a giant plasma TV with built-in games all over the place.

Confusion doesn’t even summarize what you’re feeling right now. “Um, morning?”

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heeey! sorry to bother you. do you have any recs for fics where harry has a crush on draco? I'm in your fic recs tag (ur the best btw) and i've run across some pining draco recs, and i thought you might know some cute pining-harry (when is he not pining tho? he's so obsessed, but you know what i mean haha!!)

One pining Harry coming right up!

To Be Where I’m Going (In the Sunshine of Your Love) by @theboywholivcd (19k)
“He imagined Draco’s smile, all gums and slightly crooked teeth, his hair slicked back with Pacific water, and he knew: He’d travel as long as he’d need to if it meant he’d see that face. If it meant that Draco would hear the message he’d been carrying for so long. Maybe he didn’t have to travel the road alone anymore.“
Draco and Harry go on a road trip together. It’s about the journey, not the destination.


Azoth by Zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

A Piercing Comfort by talithan (44k)
When Harry Potter hits the lowest point of his life so far, it is not his friends who keep him honest. With Draco Malfoy’s patience and guidance, Harry learns to stand on his own. The thing is, after the fact—he’s no longer sure he wants to.

Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame (30k)  
One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along.

The Gentlewizard Club by @sophiefrench77 (28k)
Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9k)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan. 

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (149k) 
Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (32k)
Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

Time to Eternity by calrissian18 (16k)
Malfoy has wings.

A Convenient Impracticality by firethesound (38k)
Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35k)
When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

For Love of a Family by icicle33 (30k)
A series of attacks by a group of neo-Death Eaters causes the Ministry to implement a new set of restrictions on former Death Eaters and their children. When Scorpius falls ill, Draco decides that he will do anything to save his son, even if it means marrying Harry Potter.

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)
Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

Left My Heart by Emmagrant01 (85k)
Auror Draco Malfoy has disappeared, and Harry Potter has been sent to San Francisco to find him. [Sequel Surrender the Grey]

The Vanishing Department by @dictacontrion (47k)
The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect. [Follow up Leather Bound History]

LipLock Jinx by Cassis Luna (21k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 

let me see you stripped (down to the bone) by traintracks (24k)
“So,” Malfoy said. “Are you in? Or are you out?” He turned and looked at Harry squarely.
Harry remembered the slow way Malfoy had slid his hand down his own stomach, into his pants – the outline of his long fingers gripping and stroking his own cock. The way his head had fallen back, exposing his pale throat.
How he had owned them all.
He took a deep breath. “I’m in,” he said.

No Other Superstar by lettered (21k)
Draco is sort of fucked up. Harry is sort of fucked up and really really famous. Together they fight crime! Not in this fic, though. In this fic they have sex.

Like a Real Family by Queenie_Mab (10k)
Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.

Twelve Months by dysonrules (14k)
Hermione buys Harry a journal and he ends up using it to record his DEEP THOUGHTS. Not surprisingly, those tend to mostly involve Draco Malfoy.

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by Lauren3210 (32k)
Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he’s going to work to get it.

The Kaleidoscope Charm, or 50 Shades of Rainbow Magic by Omi_Ohmy (26k)
Getting Draco Malfoy as a boss was not the worst thing that happened to Harry; getting a crush on him was.

Systemic Morality by zeitgeistic (34k) 
One screw-up changes everything. Harry really should learn to lock the door before having sex with Draco when his godson’s around. A tale of hot, steamy, flowing love—for Padma Patil and Theodore Nott. A tale of colossal screw-ups and slow, flangsty (sexy) resolutions for Harry and Draco.

And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (7k)
Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by digthewriter (9k)
Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.

Reading Malfoy by Femme (15k) 
After thirteen years of hiding himself away in Muggle London, Draco Malfoy shows up again in the wizarding world–with a wickedly amusing memoir in hand. Harry doesn’t want to read it. Really. He doesn’t.

Humbug (A Christmas Tale) by Snegurochka (29k)
Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

So Worth The Yearning For… by digthewriter (7k)
After months (years, really) of pining, Harry accidentally asks Malfoy out on a date.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (27k)
Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

The Holy Tree is Growing There by lotus_lizzy (18k)
The winsome, winsome elder tree Beneath whose shade I sit reclin’d;- It holds a witch within its bark, A lovely witch who haunts the dark, And fills with love my mind. ~George Burrow

He’s got fire for a heart, and I’m scared of burning by Samcgrath (11k)
Harry returns to England to help solve a particularly tricky case but nobody bothered to mention that he’d be working with Malfoy, who seems just as happy about it as Harry. In his absence, the wizarding world has changed in ways Harry’s having some trouble adjusting to while Malfoy struts around in his elegant robes and effortlessly charms everyone he lays eyes on. Months of grappling with his own feelings, trying to understand Draco’s, pining day in and day out - it can get a little tiring especially when Draco Malfoy is as infuriating as ever.

The Art of Seduction by playout (2k)
Harry and Draco are Auror partners assigned to go undercover at a muggle gay bar frequented by drug-dealing wizards.
Everyone knows Draco’s gay, but that Harry has been nursing a crush on the pompous arse for years is not so well known.
What could possibly go wrong?


The Expert by FantasyFiend09 (11k)
Harry finally gets a good case, but the Aurors are going to need some outside help.

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Harry realises his true feelings for Malfoy just as Malfoy decides to go travelling to find himself. Sometimes love means letting someone go. Sometimes going away will show you where your true home is.

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Also, if you have a copy Drop Dead Gorgeous by Maya is a very good Pining!Harry fic. :)

Why I want to stop watching the Blacklist (a.k.a., A Rant by Me)

This used to be my favorite show. Hands down. I would legitimately schedule things around it; I would leave events early to make sure I could watch it live; I would post about it on Tumblr and read other people’s posts the rest of the evening; I would search through multiple review site’s posts the next day.

I loved the dynamic between Red and Liz. I loved the mysteries and the little morsels of answers that we would get. I loved how, in the S1 finale, it felt like no one was safe: Meera got killed; Harold got attacked and nearly killed; Tom was shot and left for dead.

But, over the past few seasons, this show has become the bane of my TV-watching experience.

I would watch it, sure. But that was because I didn’t want the folks on Tumblr spoiling it for me. It was because I thought we were finally getting answers – which is what they teased us with every other week – only to feel so disappointed.

This last year, I made reaction videos for a friend of mine for every single episode. You know what one of the most commonly said things in those videos is? “Well, at least next week’s preview looks good.” Only to be disappointed in that episode, and to say the same thing about next week’s preview, and the cycle repeated itself until we actually got a half-way decent episode (which was usually some kind of finale or premiere, because that’s the only time actual shit can happen – during Sweeps Week).

Over and over again, both online and in person, I compared this to those scenes in cartoons where someone puts a carrot on a fishing pole in front of a donkey, and the donkey runs so hard to reach the carrot, only to never get there.

That’s how this show has felt the past season or two.

It’s only a shadow of what it once was, and I’m tired of it. I wish I could stop watching it.

So many other people I follow on Tumblr have said they’ve either stopped or thought about stopping. By comparison, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad and the Walking Dead seemingly increase their viewership every season; the Blacklist has been NBC’s lowest-rated show in the demo for the last year, IIRC. The ratings for the Redemption spin-off were so low, the showrunners tried to pass it off as a one-off miniseries, when it was ALWAYS intended to be its own full-length show.

I understand that the show does well in DVR viewership numbers, and it was the most expensive TV show that Netflix had purchased when Season 1 was released.

But, this show continues to disappoint me. There’s hardly anything I like about it anymore. Hell, even James Spader, who’s a master at his craft, seems to be bored with it. His monologues are becoming more and more cliche, and even his amazing performances can’t save this dumpster-fire.

Its protagonist, Liz, is all over the fucking place in terms of characterization. First, she was naive and learned her “husband” had used and abused her. Then, she went to the dark side, chained him up on a boat and said she’d never forgive him for what he’d done. Then, she apparently forgave him, slept with him, had his kid, tried to remarry the guy, and then faked her death to get away with him and is now living her happy dream life with her little girl and her ‘perfect’ husband.

What happened to the dark, morally questionable, grungy Liz? What happened to the Liz who was jaded and afraid after being on the run for several weeks, or months?

She just settled down with a guy who she used to hate and she’s living the dream.

What in the literal fuck?

And, for all the time that has been invested in Liz, she has made little to no progress in her characterization these past few seasons. In fact, she’s done more of a 360. She’s right back where she started, more or less.

Why should the audience give a shit about her journey if she’s not making any progress? Why should we care that, halfway through this show, she has everything she’s ever wanted?

The side characters, like Aram, Samar, Ressler, Cooper and others are there just to serve the plot. Any time there’s a semblance of some character development or plot progression, the showrunners regress everyone back to Stage One so we can do it all over again. Aram and Samar look like they’re making progress in their possible romantic relationship? Fuck that, we’ve got to make sure Aram runs back to his abusive girlfriend and string this thing along another season! Remember when Ressler got shot, had prescription drug problems, and was in Narcotics Anonymous? Yeah, me neither.

Mr. Kaplan, who was best when she was on-screen to sass and help Reddington once every few episodes, gets pushed into the spotlight for some made-up bullshit reason that had never been discussed or hinted at previous to the “Mr. Kaplan used to work for Katarina Rostova” storyline. And while Susan Bloomaert is a fantastic and underrated actress and did her absolute best to make those scenes between her and Liz feel emotional, I didn’t really care about their dynamic at all because it felt so forced, underdeveloped, and out-of-nowhere.

Whereas the relationship that I care the MOST about – that between Red and Liz – that has been the most built-up and developed over the course of the show keeps getting thrown under the bus as Liz does the whole “love Red, hate Red, forgive Red” song-and-dance routine. She claims she agrees with Red when he tells her not to go back to Tom in Season 2… only to go back to Tom later in Season 2. She’s totally down with asking Red to help her whenever she’s a criminal on the run… but the minute her wedding gets shot up, she yells at him and says it’s his fault.

And now, as far as the Lizzington fans go, which I count myself as one of them, the show has written itself into a corner. Because all the amazing chemistry and romantic tropes throughout the show feel incredibly creepy now that Liz believes Red is her dad, regardless of whether he actually is or not. I don’t care how they try to pull themselves out of the ginormous hole they’ve dug for themselves on that one – why the hell would a woman ever end up with a guy that she once thought was her dad, even if it turned out he actually wasn’t?

And the only real way out of it is the Impostor Theory – a well-written and well-researched theory, but one that makes people have to do fucking mental gymnastics for it to work. You have to assume a lot of people like Naomi and Reddington’s former roommate from the Naval Academy who’s now an admiral, are in on it. Whereas dudes like Finch or the Director aren’t…

Don’t get me wrong; I think it’s a wonderful theory and it explains a lot. But, if it ends up being true, it means one of two things:

1) The writers didn’t plan this from the beginning and lucked their way into it

OR

2) The writers DID plan this from the beginning, which means they have the ability to be really good writers, but then they fell into all this other bullshit – like Liz’s weird arc and other things – which really means that they’re not that good of writers; they just had the one good idea.

And if the Impostor Theory DOESN’T end up being true, in some form or fashion, that means that Red really IS Liz’s dad, and this whole fucking show – Red’s entire characterization, his relationship and dynamic with her – has been a lie. Canon can be throw out the window to rot in the sewer and fuck itself in the interim, because the writers don’t even care any more.

Which, I realize is unfair, because I know there are hundreds of people who work really hard to make this show happen, and while it’s not, like, the worst show of all time, the fact that it had such potential and has fallen so far, almost makes it seem worse than a show that was so bad from the beginning I never invested time in it.

And what makes it even WORSE is that the showrunners continue to act like this is the most groundbreaking show on television, and put it on a pedestal On High, along with the likes of Game of Thrones, The Americans, and The Sopranos… you know, actually good shows.

That would be the equivalent of the Taken director demanding that his movie should’ve gotten an Oscar. It’s like, you know it was a fine movie, and I had a good time watching it, but like, bring yourself back down to earth. Taken is okay, but it is NOT Oscar-worthy material, so get off your high horse, dude.

I guess, if nothing else, it shows that the showrunners, writers and actors are so talented that they got me to invest in the show to the point where I can’t not watch it, even though it’s fallen so far and I feel like it’s nowhere near as good as it used to be. They hooked me and got me to care about these characters and their dynamics so much that, even though it frustrates me week in and week out, I will still keep watching it.

It’s just that, now, I might be doing it with a bottle of vodka, taking shots every time:

  • Red has a monologue that proves James Spader is too damn good for this show;
  • Liz is bitchy to Red for little to no reason, while continuing to be lovey-dovey with Tom;
  • Ressler survives a fight or car accident or some other action sequence with no injuries whatsoever;
  • Harry Lennix is completely underused as Harold Cooper in an episode, because he only tells his employees to do the obvious… and literally nothing else;
  • Samar and/or Aram take a step back from getting together, despite hints that they’ve liked each other since Season 2.

So, bottoms up, Blacklist fans!

Poisoned Soul

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles, Danneel Harris, JJ Ackles (mentioned), Twins (sorta mentioned)     

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jensen x Danneel

Warnings: Drug use, feeling like you are not enough, this is angsty as hell and there is a warning that I am not listing here but you can find it in the tags if you want.     

Word Count: 2300ish

A/N: This is written for @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge. I am so sorry about this Jen, but no matter what I did my brain kept going angsty with this song <3

My prompt was Angeles by Jensen Ackles - I used the theme of the song and my interpretation of the lyrics rather than the actual lyrics.

Thanks a billion to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me get this one just right.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Jensen stared at the TV, and he felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be her. Someone must have been staying at her place. This had to be a mistake, but the new anchor seemed sure in his convictions.

“In the early hours this morning, country-rock singer Y/N Y/L/N was found dead in her Beverly Hills apartment. Cause of death is a presumed drug overdose. Last year, Y/L/N spend some time in a recreational home, trying to overcome her battles with addiction, but it seems as the young star lost her battle….  

Jensen’s chest started to tighten, and his ears began ringing, making the speaker’s voice a faint background noise. His breathing got heavier as he started struggling against his tears. This couldn’t be happening. Y/N couldn’t be gone.

“Oh my God,” his wife’s voice sounded a million miles away, and Jensen didn’t realize he had even been holding his breath before her hand rested on his back. As the air left his chest, Jensen fell to his knees, and Danneel followed him down, wrapping her arms around him as Jensen clung to her as if she was his only lifeline.

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 4

a/n: yes babes its finally here ehehehheh it will be quite rough cause people have requested me that so yeah i am sinning as i am writing this help me god!! oh and this is really long btw, at least for me

oh and (h/c) means hair color btw :)

characters: ok you know the drill but for anyone new its JOKER ; READER

warnings: quite rough smut, daddy kink (cause i know you perverts love that ;])


Time passed and it was all settled. A new maid had been hired, new stuff for me bought… I told him that I didn’t need anything new, that I could just drop by my place and get my stuff, but J insisted. He said ‘i will have everything for my princess to be happy’. That made my heart melt, but also many bank-robbings and heists happen. I didn’t know much about his business, only that it was dangerous.
Usually the day went by with me reading books, cooking, shopping or drawing while he was out - sometimes he’d take me with him to meetings to show that I was his girl. He came home either happy or mad but either way we’d end up having sex. Was I complaining? Not at all. I loved it, there was always something different each time.
As for today, he had woken up before me and probably gone out. But not before leaving a small bag on the floor next to where I was sleeping. I stretched out, sat up in the bed and picked up the bag. It was black and it had a little pink envelope of my name attached to it. He rarely did this. I carefully opened the envelope because I liked to keep them and read what the letter inside read.

my precious angel,

here’s something i’m definitely going to rip off of you, but put it on before 9pm and if you like, put some of that makeup on your face, there will be a car waiting for you at 9pm

there is some business i’d like to do and take you with me

- J

I smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. I looked at the clock on the nightstand - it was half past 11am. I smiled again and reached my hand into the bag. The material of something felt like silk. Oh my, I thought, pulling the contents out. I took the shiny one in my hands and laid it out on the bed in front of me. It was a shiny, kind of short silver dress with a very deep V cut. The cut ended where the belly button should be, starting on very thin straps that had beads all over them (a/n: ok we all know that joker likes his lady in a revealing attire so yah)

The other thing were panties. Well, they barely counted as because they were more strings. They were a blush-y red tone, and it was lace and only lace. He must really love lace on me. Last time I wore a pink lace lingerie set, he needed me right there right now. We were at a restaurant - yeah, how romantic - at one of his business meetings and, as J got a little hot and bothered, he discovered my choice of lingerie and had me there in the restaurant’s men’s room. That’s how much he loved lace on me.

Should I try the dress on now? Yeah, probably. I took off the large shirt I was sleeping in and stood up from the bed, taking the dress with me. Slipping on the dress and zipping the back of it, I looked in the mirror at myself. Wow, did the dress look good on me. It looked perfect on me, I looked perfect in it. I was turning and posing in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Just a second!” I yelled out, slipping out of the dress. I put it and the lingerie back in the bag and put on the large shirt on me. It came down to my knee, so I was safe form exposure. I walked to the door and opened it. There was our maid, Jennifer who was only ten years older than me, standing with a smile.

“Good morning, miss.” She said and I smiled in response. J insisted on everyone in the house calling me 'majesty’ or 'queen’, and they’re scared of him. So I tell them to call me less… higher than them when it’s just me, but around J - they call me as he pleased. Oh, I felt pity for them.

“Hi.” I said, leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on my face.

“Breakfast is in the dining room.” She announced. Jennifer was almost like a mother to me. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Yeah, everything is just perfect, Jen.”

“Okay. You just seem to be in a very good mood now, which is unusual but good.”

“All is good, my friend. I will be down in a few minutes.”

“Alright, miss. Anything else I can do for you?”

“No, thank you. You’re dismissed.” I said and closed the door after seeing Jen nod and leave. I actually felt bad for her and the other staff members - Joker was a scary guy around everyone and there were strict rules for the staff.

First and most important, you can’t tell anyone where and who you’re working for unless you want to get killed because Joker knows everything. Second, strict working hours. You must come to work 20 minutes before your actual shift starts and can’t leave until everything’s done. Third, you must do everything and anything Joker or the Princess ask you. This payed good money, but it was also a very hard and kind of a dangerous job. You just had to keep your mouth shut.

Breakfast was wonderful, as always. Jennifer always made amazing food, especially breakfast. There were always fruits, pancakes, eggs and everything else that I could desire. Sometimes she’d make glorious English breakfast, which she was good at, too. When J wasn’t having breakfast with me, I always let Jennifer sit with me. I tried to be nice to every staff member, even J’s henchmen - they deserved it.

The day all-together had gone by pretty quickly, and - sooner than I thought - I was already doing my makeup in the bathroom. Nothing major, just some mascara and pink lipstick. I took off my comfy clothes, put on the lacy lingerie and slipped into the dress again. My (h/c) curled hair fell perfectly over my shoulders and it was for me to decide what shoes to wear. Luckily, I had just the  pair of white heels, which would go well with the dress. 

Putting the shoes on, I noticed that it was already 8:59pm. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and then exited the bedroom. I walked down the stairs, only to be met with two of J’s henchmen. 

“Good afternoon, miss.” One of them said and I smiled.

“Hi, boys.” I replied. “Here to take me to your boss?”

“Yes, miss. Let us escort you to the car.” Another one said. I walked up to them and they led me out of the house, into the chilly afternoon of Gotham’s autumn. They walked me to a black car and opened the backseat door for me. I gladly took a seat in the car and they closed the door.

The car ride was short, but it felt as if it was so torturously long. Maybe I just couldn’t wait to meet him. The man at the wheel stopped at J’s club and I couldn’t stop smiling. I really wanted to see him.

One of the henchmen opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car. My heels clicked against the ground as the henchmen led me into the club filled with music and drug-driven youngsters and gangsters. The henchmen walked me to the bar table where he was standing. He was slowly turning around and once his eyes found me, they sparkled. He was in a suit, he had a small purple bow around his neck. His green hair was slicked back, as always.

“Darling,” he said with the famous smile of his. “Come to Daddy.” He said and I needed no more to run into his arms. My arms went around his neck as his snaked over my waist and stayed there. 

“I missed you,” I said, putting my hand on his cheek. He growled.

“Mmm, I missed you too, baby girl.” He said through a growl and looked at my lips before kissing them roughly. One of his hands slid down to butt and grabbed onto it, and I was sure it’d leave a mark. “I really love how you look in this dress.”

“Well, I can only thank you, Mr. J for buying it for me.” I said with a smile.

“Yo, J,” I then heard somebody say from behind us. Joker’s head turned to the voice and the look in his eyes changed. It was probably a business guy. “Can we have the meeting now?” 

“You are not to say when we meet.” Joker sternly said at the tall guy. He was in a simple attire, unlike other people, and us, in the club. “But I’ll have my men escort you while I’m taking care of other business here.” His eyes narrowed at the guy. He followed J’s men while J himself turned back to me. “Now, my dear. Do you want to go dancing with other girls while I’m at business or do you want to come with me do business and show that guy you’re all mine?” J asked, tilting my chin upwards with his gloved hand.

“I want to come with you…” I almost moaned in response. 

“Then let’s go, my dear.” J said and turned around, putting his arms around my waist as we walked to the back of the club. There was a round section that was separated from the outside with bead curtains. A guard parted the curtains to let us through. The guy, J’s business partner was standing at a round table in the middle of a - also round - golden sofa chair. Joker moved me before him and whispered in my ear: 

“Sit down, doll.” I nodded and made my way into the circle, taking a seat on the sofa chair. Joker soon followed, sitting right next to me and putting an arm around my waist. “You can sit down.” He coldly spoke to the guy, who sat down across us. “Do you want anything.. to drink?”

“Nah, I’m not thirsty. Thank you, J.” The man responded. “Although I have to say - everything you offer is pretty valuable and priceless.” This man already seemed really sketchy to me. J had probably already cracked open his shelf by reading the man like an open book.

“What are you trying to do?” J asked in a menacing tone. “Sweet talk me?”

“No, J, I was just telling the truth.” He said, looking me up and down. A sketchy creep? Jesus. I felt J beside me tensing up and breathing heavily, seconds later his hand left my waist and was on my thigh, dipping his fingers into my skin. I put my hand over his and caressed his rough skin to calm him down.

“See her?” J gestured with his hand at me, looking the guy right in the eyes. “She… is all mine, only mine.” J saw the way the guy looked at me. Now he was afraid of Joker. “Do we have that clear?” 

“Yes, J.” The guy nodded. “But where’s Harley?”

“Harley? Who? Where’s Harley? Harley, Harley, Harley…” Joker turned his head all around. Harley? But who was that? “Harley… is not your business.”

“Yes, sorry for asking, J.”

“Now, let’s cut to the chase. I feel like there’s something you have to give me. Isn’t that… money?”

“Y-yeah, about that…” the guy trailed off, the fear was evident in his eyes. J narrowed his blue eyes at him. “t-the money’s gone.”

“The money’s gone?” Joker repeated. Oh, this was bad. 

“Y-yes, I’m sorry, J.” The guy’s head hung low. “If there’s anything I can do, I will. But it was so unexpected, if we-”

“You could shut up.” Joker interrupted in an angered tone. J then rose to his feet and walked over to the guy, sitting next to him. What was he about to do? “You know, people do deals. One does something in favor for the other and the other does them a favor in return. You know what I’m talking about?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well, you and I had a deal. I did something in your favor. But you… didn’t do me a favor back. Now, do you know what I do with people like that?”

“No, J.”

“Doll face, don’t look.” J said as he was taking a gun from behind him, only I could see. Oh my God. “Sweets, look. Away.” He said again and I turned my head away from them, focusing on the beaded curtains. “I do this.” I heard right before the sound of a shot being fired sounded through the club. I screamed, as well as many other people. I turned my head back around and there sat J with a sinister look and blood splattered on his face. One of his henchmen handed him a handkerchief and he cleaned his face with it. Did he kill the man?

There was blood all over the sofa chair above the now dead body. I put my hand over my mouth, not believing what had just happened. It was the first time I had witnessed him killing somebody. Oh my God. And this was business for him. Oh dear.

J rose to his feet again and reached his hand out for me. I looked up at him with fear visible in my eyes.

“C'mon, sweets, let’s go. We have to go.” He said, impatience audible. I stood up, not to anger him even more and he took my arm, pulling us out of the round lounge. “We have something to do back home, baby doll.” We and J’s henchmen walked through the backdoor of the club and J pulled me into his lamborghini, in the passenger seat. I was really scared of him. He just killed someone. In front of me. So that was his way of taking care of people who don’t do him good. I definitely did not want to be on his bad list.

The car ride home was deadly silent and J’s hand was on my thigh all the time, creeping up and down. Once we were out on our driveway, J barked at his men to stay outside in case someone comes looking for us and dragged me inside. After he closed the door, I turned away, standing before him with my eyes to the floor. His fingers raised my chin up, but I turned away. He cupped both of my cheeks in his hands and raised my face to look at him, but my eyes were anywhere but looking in his. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said. “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, making a tear escape my eye and I looked at him. “Good girl. Now… Daddy has some rage to express..” he said, sliding his hand underneath my dress. I didn’t want this, not in this situation. Yes, he came home angry and we had sex, but this was different. He killed a man with the same hand that was on my waist now. This was not wanted by me.

J growled and pressed a kiss between my cheekbone and ear. I sobbed, closing my eyes.

“What is it, angel?” He asked, slowly kissing down my neck. “Aren’t you enjoying this?” I didn’t speak a word for some reason, as much as I wanted to. Joker took me by my waist, hopping me over his shoulder. He walked through the house, up the stairs and entered a room - our bedroom - and dropped me on the bed. 

He crawled over my body and looked at me with that menacing look in his eyes. His lips pressed against mine as he growled, sending vibrations through my body. In the wrongest ways possible this was turning me on slightly.  His hands slid up under the dress, massaging my breasts with his rough touch while tears were rolling down my cheeks one after another. 

“Daddy..” I moaned out in a crying tone and J suddenly ripped the beautiful dress apart, exposing my upper half to him. 

“Now this is a sight I like to see.” He growled and there was even more aggressiveness and anger in his voice. He tugged the lace panties off of me, down my legs and threw them away. He then unbuckled his belt and I used the opportunity to back away from him. I brought my knees to my chest when I reached the headboard of the bed. J was at the edge of the bed, only in his boxers. He noticed me huddled away from him and snarled. J’s hand reached out politely at first, but then he grabbed my ankle and yanked my body towards him. “Why don’t you be a good girl and obey Daddy.” He said, growling the last two words, almost barking. Not waiting for my reply, he turned me over so I was on all fours before him. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t obey him.” He spoke, running his hands up and down my sides, taking my breasts in his hands and groping, kneading at them. I released a moan and almost lost balance on my arms. 

Suddenly, without any kind of warning, he slammed his length into me (a/n: dear god help me i am sinning my father), releasing a high pitched moan from my mouth. His fingers combed through my hair, then grabbed it all in one hand and yanked my head up so my back was pressing into his chest. I yelped, but moaned again as he thrusted deeper. 

“O-oh, my God…” I managed to croak out. J pulled my head back by my hair so now it was resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like that, doll?” He asked huskily in my ear, thrusting into me again. I let out a breathy moan. “Do you like Daddy fucking you from behind, huh? Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” I said in between moans. He had already touched my G-spot and I was near my release already.

“You see, baby girl,” he spoke, lowering both of us onto the bed, “Daddy is very mad at the man not doing me good. But,” he said, running his hand down to my pulsating heat, “Daddy disliked even more the way that man was looking at my baby girl.” His lips sucked onto the skin on my neck, his fingers circled my clit and his cock thrusted into me from behind. I was already out of breath, he was driving me insane. 

Moans kept leaving my mouth as J was grunting and growling in my ear when he started thrusting even faster into me. I released an almost pornographic moan, grabbing the sheets around me.

“Nobody. Can have. My baby girl.” He growls in my ear, sending me over the edge. My whole body shivered as I rode out my orgasm and I felt him release his load into me. My breathing was ragged, but heavy as J pulled his cock out of me and exhaled deeply. I tried to calm down my breathing , sweat leaking everywhere on my body as well as his. 

His hands were on my waist as he turned me around so i was facing him. He kissed my lips with a growl of satisfaction and bit onto my lower lip. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he whispered. 


a/n: oHMYGOD LETS ALL SIN TOGETHER SHALL WE

Pro tips; high school version

-do not skip a class you have anything lower than an A in. Trust me
-do your homework, you will regret it later if you get a C in a class you could have gotten an A in all because you wanted to scroll through social media instead of do math
-it’s high school, there is going to be drama. Don’t create it, try to stay out of it. It doesn’t do anyone any good to be an instigator
-don’t lie about stupid shit to seem cool or “edgy” it’s not cool to be fake.
-don’t talk shit about people, especially your friends. Letting off steam is okay, but don’t make it a habit
-pack your bag every night, spare charger, ear buds, papers, books, binders, deodorant, lotion, pencils, markers, highlighters, extra lead/sharpener, anything you need for the next day
-it’s not odd or weird or dorky to pack lunches, but if you pack them bring extra snacks to eat because you will eat in class
-most high school teachers don’t give a shit about gum, that’s middle school bullshit
-cursive almost never comes up, I don’t know why but I was taught and retaught it seven times in my 10 school years and haven’t used it past 7th grade.
-bring gum, and snacks and pencils, and WATER you will need it
-it’s okay to not share stuff, if they didn’t bring it don’t feel the need to give them it. This includes papers, foods, drinks, pencils and pens, markers, sharpies, gum, anything
-make new friends, it’s actually really easy.
-almost every one goes into high school thinking they won’t go to college, or having some massive Harvard plan. It’s okay not to know at all, or to aim for a community college.
- try not to plan too much, life does things to plans
-work hard at classes you don’t do well in, summer school sucks, you don’t want to be there and neither does anyone else.
-smile at people, compliment them, if they are rude to you, don’t worry. Nobody remembers anything really
-study, do what study method works best, don’t watch tv while you study, or try and be on your phone as “breaks” use a book instead. So you aren’t tempted to just say fuck it and quit
-plug your phone in every night
-get a job as soon as you can/want to the spare cash is a good way to motivate you to do things.
-don’t disrespect teachers, be their friends, laugh with them about things and remember they are here to teach, not babysit
-don’t fight on school grounds or bring anything illegal unless you absolutely have to. If some one hits you, don’t hit back, if they are gonna beat the shit out of you before help arrives, then hit back.
-seriously don’t do drugs at school
-take your medicine for whatever you need
-always have period supplies in your bag and locker(s) because even if you don’t start randomly some poor girl will and nothing is better than helping out other girls
-don’t be afraid of eating alone, no one notices and if they do they will probably invite you to sit by them
-do not talk shit about your friends, you will get caught and it has lead to some nasty things
-don’t ass kiss either, it is annoying and most people actually don’t like it
-be honest not blunt
-you will make friends, don’t worry about it
-dating is not a big deal, it mostly just ends in heartache
-don’t expect anything from the world, it owes you nothing
- try and find a hobby that makes you happy, electives are good ways to do that. You like music? Piano, band, orchestra, choir etc. You like dance? Dance, drill team, cheer leading, gymnastics etc. You like arts? Art, graphic design, etc. Languages? Spanish, ASL, sometimes French or German.
-try to find one person to lean on, or many. Don’t worry about how many friends you have, it’s quality, not quantity.
-seriously, I have like seven best friends and I love them all equally and we all get along fine
-don’t be afraid to cut people out of your life, rumors die, and nobody will remember this in ten years except maybe you.
-high school is stressful, I’m not gonna lie, and it sucks a lot of times. You will probably want to quit, just remember your goals and morals, and try to find people to go through life with.

27| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 10,208

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A/N Because of upcoming exams I’m gonna post the last couple of chapters. (So I have time to focus)

The second floor corridors were dark and ethereal as Jimin and you walked through them. The night had closed in, and though you knew that in the theatre it would be bright and loud, here it was so peacefully hushed.

You leant heavily on Jimin’s strong body, keeping your bad leg from any pressure. “I’m sorry.” You said softly. “You must be sick of having to half carry me everywhere.”

He smiled. “It’s what we ballerino’s are trained to do.”

“Usually the ballerino’s does a little more to help, though.” You pointed out. “I can walk.”

He rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve already done way more than you should on it. Really, I should be handing you off to Doctor Hill, not making you move even more.”

“As soon as Doctor Hill gets at me, I’ll be locked in a dance-proof cell for the rest of my life.”

Jimin grinned, as he helped you down the senior corridor. “You’ll find a way out, just like you did this time.”

“I didn’t want to break the rules.” You said.

He raised an eyebrow. “But you had a decent reason.”

You paused as you reached the door to the Senior Common Room. “What do you mean?”

The two of you went in. None of the lights were on, but the heater in front of the deceased fireplace glowed a warm orange. Jimin helped you over to one of the couches and sat you down, pulling up a coffee table and a cushion to rest your ankle on. You felt so helpless, but warmth spread through your chest. You had always fended for yourself, this was strange, but so nice.

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Fic: View From the Top

My submission for the @olicityhiatusficathon “Get down” from the lovely @thebookjumper.  For some reason, I’m really into writing alternative endings to the clock king episode lately. LOL Sorry for any errors, I don’t have a beta. Read it on Ao3 or below. I hope you enjoy loopy Felicity! 

Originally posted by smoakgifs

View from the Top

“Felicity, please come down from there!” Oliver called up to the water tower on top of his IT genius’ building.

“No!” She returned, her voice defiant.

“You’ll pull your stitches and you are probably pretty dizzy from the aspirin I gave you,” Diggle called. “Please come down so you can stand on two solid feet.”

“Never!” The voice said from above.

The three people on the roof slumped their shoulders and sighed.

“This is my fault,” Diggle said. “I never should have given her that much pain medication. I know how she can’t even handle liquor all that well.”

“No, it’s mine. I’m the one who brought her home, I should have stayed on the couch or watched outside to make sure she made it safely through the night.” Oliver’s voice was gruff, but it held a trace of panic in it as he watched the blonde above him hold on for dear life at the top of the water tower.

Sara Lance shook her head at the two idiots next to her. “Well, if we are really going to play the blame game, then I’m the one she took a bullet for tonight, so this is really my fault.”

“Or maybe ‘she’ is a grown woman who makes her own damn decisions,” came the slurred voice from the water tower.

Sara couldn’t help but laugh. Felicity Smoak was such a unique creature.

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T H E    E V E 

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

EXO Mafia! AU

SehunxReader

A/N: So hello dear reader, this is my first ever kpop related fanfic. Hopefully I won’t dissapoint. English isn’t my first language so bare with me if you see any mistakes. I also didn’t proof read this much so yeah. Expect A LOT of smut because that’s the reason for this au being born, some fluff and a lot of angst as well. Enjoy ^^

 

Chapter 1

Sehun

I hated celebrating my birthday. To me it was just another business night out in the streets, wiping off a target, negotiating a dealing contract, sabotaging lame ass competitors. It was nothing special. Yet the gang cherished birthdays dearly and were always looking forward to partying, thinking another year of life for us, given all the types of twisted shit we do for a living, was something to celebrate. The night was starting to cool off when they dragged me over back to our dorm, popped champagne bottles left and right and filled the place with gorgeous, expensive whores.

Laying back on the couch I thought I might as well try to enjoy myself and in the blink of an eye, I had a beautiful ebony girl dancing for me, grinding on my lap with a pill between her lips. Her body was elegant, strong and gracious, like art, warm, cinnamon skin glowing under the dim lights and bare for everyone to see. I bet she’d be a pleasure to fuck but I’ve never fucked a prostitute. It’s too easy, too superficial. I thoroughly enjoy the process of chasing a woman, making her so mad with want she willingly ends up being a slave in my bed, surrendering her whole self to me knowing she’ll be pleased by whatever I want to do to her. The fact that’s been over six months since I did that has me burning up. My job can be very tense and there’s nothing that can relax me more than coming back home to a woman looking at me like I’m her whole world and a good, hard fuck. Sighing I realize, I could never get that from a whore.

“What’s with the long face, boss?” a familiarly annoying voice asks.

“I’m not your boss.” I retort.

“Yet. Not the boss yet. But you will be soon. We all know that. Boss.”

“Quit it, Hyunbin. Not in the mood.” I grunt. Hyunbin is a doubtful member of the gang whose permanence in it I question a lot recently. I have a bad feeling about him and my bad feelings usually end up being right, sadly sometimes later rather than sooner. He’s been trying to lick my ass insistently since rumors arose suggesting I might take on the Boss’ spot sometime soon, once he retires. I sigh heavily. I can’t believe I have to put up with this asshole even when I’m trying to have a good time.

“Oh, come on, boss. Don’t be so touchy. Follow me. I’ll show you a little something I got you for your birthday.”

I reject his request telling him he could show me later but he insists so I give up to it thinking I’ll get him off my back sooner if I do. Shoving the beautiful ebony girl off, I follow Hyunbin to the garage feeling uneasy somehow. I glare at his back suspiciously. I don’t trust him all that much. I don’t know what sort of present we’re heading to but it better not end up with a bullet inside someone’s forehead.

Once in the garage, Hyunbin turns the lights on showing a really large box in the center of the room, covered in a large piece of black velvet. He smiles at me expectantly, most likely waiting to see some emotion on my face only to find an annoyed expression on my features I presume.

“Listen, Sehun,” he started, his face lighting up. “I have a great feeling about this present. I think you’ll like it. No, actually I think you will absolutely love it.”

“Just show me already.”

Eagerly, he unveiled the box and it turned out to be a cage. Inside there was what it looked like a corpse. The dead body of a woman. Only after a few seconds I realized she wasn’t dead, she was breathing, shaking mildly, coiled up like snake, protecting herself. Her hair was a deep chestnut color, silky soft looking that fell on her back. Her right ankle was chained to the cage. Hyunbin’s voice took me back to the moment.

“See, you’re speechless. I knew you would like it boss.”

To be quite honest I wasn’t only speechless but also petrified. Shocked. Then I was enraged and considering the fact that I had a gun right here with me, wasn’t good news for Hyunbin. The bastard knelt down right next to the cage and knocked on it twice with his knuckles.

“Hey, sweetie. Remember the conversation we had earlier? Say hi, doll.” He slowly spoke to her like she was an animal and then unlocked the cage with a small key.

The woman rose her head and looked at me. Not one sound leaving her lips. She appeared to be quite young. Very young. Not older than 21 years old. She looked pale, cold and afraid. It was evident she had been given some sort of drug as her gaze seemed somehow lethargic. She was completely naked, her body shivering, looking so fragile and weak. Poor little girl just stared at me pleading for something. Freedom, most likely, or mercy. God only knows what she has gone through. I sure as hell don’t want to hear the gory details.  

“Boss, I know you don’t like to fuck whores and also you don’t have so much time off to chase after women, so I thought I would give you one as a present. And listen the best part is that her cherry here is completely intact. She’s still a virgin. Just for you.”

I grunted. A virgin girl. Maybe she was even younger than I initially thought. A virgin. Poor angel. How did she end up here in a cage? Sold to the highest bidder no doubt. Adult virgins are extremely rare and expensive in the black market. She most have costed a fortune.

“Come on boss, say something. Do you like your present? Only the best of the best for y-“

“You have one second to shut the fuck up before I degut you with a fucking spoon.”

For the first time since he unveiled the cage my gaze turned his way. I had the feeling that Hyunbin was unreliable but I never thought his thirst for power would hand him to me like this, completely in fraganti.

“You know we don’t do this shit, Hyunbin.” I growled.  

“Listen, boss. Let’s keep it a secret. It’s not a business after all, it’s a present and no one has to find out where she came from.”

Poor fool, he really has no idea. We have never traded with people, it is forbidden within our organization and personally, there are very few things in the world I despise more than trafficking with human beings. Women, men, children, whatever they are. If Hyunbin would’ve known a couple more things about me he wouldn’t now be playing with death at such narrow distance. Anyone else in the gang might have just taken him to the boss and let him decide what reprimand suited him best for breaking the rules. Too bad I wasn’t anyone else. I had no desire to take him to the boss but to do something a lot worse. I laughed at the thought realizing I knew all along this birthday was going to be just like any other shitty day, ending up with blood dripping from my hands.

“I think you don’t understand, Hyunbin. I specifically don’t mess around with this shit. You should’ve known better.”

He looked at me with surprise in his eyes, laughing incredulously.

“Oh, man. Come on. What are you jabbering about? I brought you top quality virgin pussy. A whole woman just for you, Sehun. You should be thankful. Now listen if you don’t want it, I could sell it myself. You know Dragna loves purchasing young cunts.”

I launched myself at him. Over my dead body, I thought. Dragna was a competitor; boss of a relatively small but rich gang, everyone knew they had no problem negotiating with human lives just as they would with drugs or weapons. Dragna himself was famous for buying or kidnapping young pretty women and slaving them for long periods of time. It was obvious he would sell or kill them once he considered them to be replaceable for a new one, being suspected for the death of quite a few girls. May God send me to the most painful and slow death if I allow this poor creature to end in the hands of someone like Dragna.

Hyunbin tried to defend himself, fight me off. He couldn’t. I was bigger, stronger and smarter. I wanted an excuse to get rid of Hyunbin and he handed it to me on a silver plate.

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Reader

The tall man standing right in front of you snarled at the one who had held you captive.

“You know we don’t do this shit, Hyunbin.” He said. You had finally heard the name of your latest captor.  

Then everything was even more confusing or maybe just happened very fast. They were fighting. Really fighting each other. You couldn’t help but stare trying to get a clear, sharp view of anything you could, but everything was so hazy. Filthy drugs in your body, rushing through your veins made you feel so weak to the point that only speaking was a huge effort. The cage was cold and so was your skin. Your body felt so strange you could barely exert any control over it.

Then you heard his rough voice again.

“Don’t look, honey.” He said, locking your eyes with his for an instant. His raw, growling voice scared you so you obeyed and shut your eyes closed. He seemed so frightening, the other man was also terrifying. Everything was. Cancelling out your vision in fear, now you could only rely on your hearing. Pants, punches, kicks, even what sounded like bones snapping all mixed in a big haze of noise and then it rang clearly. A gunshot. Then another gunshot. The sound of a body dropping heavy on the ground. Then silence.

The Most Beautiful Moments in Life | 1

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This is my first time writing a story like this, I hope I don’t do terribly. This will be a long story (I’m not sure exactly how many parts), I do not know how it will end yet but I do know where it’s going, but I felt like I needed to write it now. It will be multiple POVs for a few parts, but it is Yoongi x reader, with some Jungkook x reader. Please let me know what you think if you read it, my ask is always open :) ~ Moon xxx

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Genre: college au ? (they’re young adults but it is not focused on college) | angst

Warning: mentions of drugs, alcohol, and (later in the story) suicide and depression. Depictions of violence, blood and a whole lot of cussing. Keep in mind this was inspired by hyyh. [More warnings later in the story]

Word Count: 4,014

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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