it was ninety nine cents

Jewel In The Crown (M)

florist!kihyun, 15.1k, he knows what beautiful is but he’s also a bit jealous and has shitty friends

warning: smut (kihyun is a virgin, his first time, oral for both, slightly dom!kihyun i guess??)

“You look really nice by the way…Ignore that. You look beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

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Sugar? Yes, Please (M)

Summary: SugarDaddy!Yoongi AU. You’re a college student with an aspiration for journalism, but the traumatic experience of being broke and lonely gives you an opportunity to try out something new: become a Sugar Baby.
Genre: Smut 
Words: 8,216
Warnings: Daddy kink, age difference
A/N: This was originally supposed to be separated into two parts, but I figured just screw it; we’re all thirsty for Yoongi, so I’ll keep it all in one. Please enjoy this monster of a fic because it took me literal days and I am so done with myself.

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Free Condoms With Purchase

Summary: Derek is an ace guy working at a sex shop, and he has a bit of a crush on one of the regulars (who he might have come out to, oops).

Notes: Written for the Aro/Ace Wolves Mini Bang! (On AO3)

I forgot to add that this fic now has some lovely art! Check it out!

Derek looks up from his calculus textbook when he hears the bell jingle, and he has to suppress a smile. This guy’s a regular. He usually comes in every couple of weeks, awkward and overly-enthusiastic. He gets in to animated conversations with other patrons, flails a lot, and almost always manages to knock something off a shelf.

And he’s cute.

Really cute.

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Fifth Columnist [JJK]

↠ jungkook x f!reader; 14.5k; dta’s youngest member falls in love with a girl who might not be who she actually says she is, not that he cares
mafia au, potential potential triggers (mentions of murder, crimes, etc). it’s pretty soft otherwise

Why would I have a girlfriend?“ Jungkook returns, lips gaped at your words. He realises point four of a second later how stupid he really sounded.

You shake your head regardless. “Sometimes Jungkook, it seems like you’re fishing for compliments from me. Didn’t I tell you how we all fell at our feet for you in high school? What do you want me to tell you—that I’d still do it today.

Originally posted by sugutie

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Anything For You, My Love.

Masterpost: {x

Pairing: Hamliza

Summary: Eliza just found out she was pregnant and she’d only been married to Alexander for five months. She was afraid that he wouldn’t be too thrilled, but he was determined to prove it otherwise.

Warning: hella fluff

Word Count: 3,498

“One spoonful of sugar or two?”

The words were nearly drowned out by the copy machines buzzing behind her. Not only that, but her eyes were weighed down from the exhaustion she was facing.

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Gladstone always wins, people around him know it’s better to keep away from raffles and guess games with him around. There’s someone who doesn’t learn though.

Donald doesn’t learn. He keeps trying, keeps playing with foolish hope that some day his overly lucky cousin would finally face justice and loose at his own game, but he never considered it wouldn’t be HIM who would take victory out of the gander’s hands.

The premise is simple, guess how much money fit inthe car (in the form of pennies) and it’s yours. Many try, they say a million, a thousen, 5496, or something…

Gladstone comes up, he doesn’t even look at the car, takes a deep breath before stating his guess

“Ten thousand…”

“Ten thousand, seven hundred, ninety nine dollars, and sixty three cents” interruptes an eager voice. And the judge, still clearly astonished, declared winner the misterious participant, much to Gladstone’s anger. Donald is laughing in the background

“That was incredible precise! What’s your name, young man?”

“Crackshell, Fen…”

“FENTON! Stop loosing time and get to work!” The young duck jumps slightly at the interruption, but recovers his smile at the sight of his boss

“Look, Mr. McDuck! I won a car!!”

“Good! It would pay your debt”

“But Mr McDuuuuuckkkk”

And they walk away, Scrooge still relentless and the young one almost resigned.

Donald had stop laughing, he nows looks the scene in confusion, he wonders how long had he been away? And who the hell is this kid?


Edited, I corrected a very dumb spelling mistake


It's 4.99

People think it’s cute when I get infuriated over just four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

They make jokes about they just threw some away. How they trampled on it. How they treated it like nothing. They consider me an easily angered person, because I get mad over such a small amount of money.

They don’t see shining colors. They don’t see 3 am’s getting up in the middle of the night to make sure he’s okay. They don’t see the way she gets excited the first time she sees me first thing in the morning. They don’t see how proud I get to see my babies grown up and happy.

They see 4.99. They see a fish. So they don’t see anything at all.

Please You (M)

Originally posted by babiescars

**credit to original owner of gif  ヽ(^◇^*)/

pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 3.1k
request: Hi! If it’s not too much to ask, is it possible for you to do 2 different bdsm scenarios of jimin and jungkook. Where it gets really dirty lol. Thank you!!!
a/n: i literally cannot write after sex stuff to save my life I’m sorry, pls love me still. Jungkook’s part is tomorrow~~

⚠️  smut warning ⚠️

“Jimin?” you called softly, only to be met with a bitter silence through the halls of the dorm. Namjoon had called you and told you that Jimin wasn’t feeling to good so wasn’t going out with the other boys to get food, so you were the one that was going to have to look after him whilst they were out.

Not that you wouldn’t enjoy looking after Jimin, because his company was always appreciated. The only problem was that you were ninety nine point nine per cent sure he wasn’t actually sick - judging from the fact two hours ago he had FaceTimed you and he was laughing and joking like his usual, not-sick self.

So, either Namjoon was lying to you or Jimin was lying to everyone. The latter seemed more likely because Jimin had told the boys on more than one occasion that he was sick so that he could sneak you into the dorm, but you’d seen each other earlier. There was no point lying about the fact that sometimes Jimin was clingy (the good clingy - he’d always want to see you but he’d still understand that you had a life outside of him), but you really couldn’t think of why he’d need you back tonight.

Actually, you could. Who were you kidding, this was Park Jimin.

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MY story.

I have liked bigger guys since I can remember.

I remember in elementary school, looking at the boys in class who had some baby fat still on them, and wondering what their bodies looked like. What fat felt like. I dreamt a few times about having powers and making them fat. Sadly, my dreams always sucked. Once, making them being “fat” was basically a tennis ball shaped belly being pushed really far in their shirts.

Middle school led to locker room men. I remember seeing chubby guys for the first time without shirts and loved it.

High school, sadly, stuck me with the jocks who didn’t have abs, but no fat either. I had a few guys I could look at though. One was chubby with muscles, and had a great ass. One was chubby with big nipples. I couldn’t hide my boner well enough! Swimming class was okay, but again, more toned flat stomachs then actual fluff.

My first boyfriend was chubby. He’s actually fatter now and though we’re just friends, I love to look at the shirts he squeezes himself into. My graduation boyfriend was also chubby, but carried himself differently. The first one was round, where this one weighed more, but was more like flat fat. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him fiercely. And with his big nipples and ability to fuck me senseless, I was in heaven.

When we split (no surprise there), I discovered the fat man’s holy grail. GROMMR. Yes, the site for fat men and fat men lovers alike. What an amazing discovery! I learned so much from my times on Grommr and met so many interesting people. What started off talking about fat and role playing about who was getting fatter, went towards watching YouTube videos of guys who were expanding and loving their bodies to reading gainer erotica.

That was probably one of the best discoveries. Since getting fat at the drop of a hot was unrealistic (sadly), I loved imaging guys swelling with fat over the course of a few minutes and seeing someone else’s words flow across the screen of my phone. Many loads were spent reading stories about fat roommates, magical gainer shakes, asshole jocks who needed to be taught a lesson, and once sex started to show up in the stories, it’s clear to see that I became hooked.

While I met different guys online and talked about gaining, and met two guys in my state, both with hot bellies of their own, I couldn’t help but wonder one thing: Could I get fat too?

In middle school, I spent every summer at my grandmother’s, far away from my parents. She is traditional and makes a lot from scratch, always with leftovers. She would bake fresh cookies, dessert recipes from magazines, and would buy us almost anything we wanted from the grocery store. Once, when she took my sister somewhere, I snuck three oatmeal cream pies from the jar and ate them as fast as I could, hoping my weight would go up a bit form these treats. During a rainy day, I wished that one M&M would make me gain a pound of fat. I must’ve eaten a whole container. The same summer, I dreamt about swallowing chubby kids from my class and adding their fat to mine (yes, I kind of liked vore before I even knew what it was).

High school I was always skinny. I didn’t really gain weight until after graduation and after my break up. See, halfway through senior year I started working at a grocery store with a built in Dunkin’ Donuts. It was here I discovered ninety-nine cent donuts, Snicker bars (with the associate discount) and the wonderful bliss that was fast food. I went from a size 30 or 32 (senior year 2012) to bigger that a size 34 but smaller than 36 (current size). Roughly 170ish to 210.

I do get told different things about my weight. One grandmother says, “You look good with some fat,” while the other makes snide remarks about it. My old teacher says I look good now that I have fleshed out some. Military aunt says I should watch what I eat. My fat ex (the one who I said could fuck) makes his remarks about it, hypocritical and rude.

A few friends know about this. The fetish. The gaining and encouraging. A few don’t realize I’m not actively gaining, while some know I want to experiment with it, i.e. funnel feeding, stuffed, fed, vice versa to another guy. The works. I want to experience it.

Will I gain? I keep saying I’ll wait until I move out of my parent’s house and have the financial support to over eat. I have a history of diabetes, heart disease, and the usual things in my family, which could make gaining a challenge for me. When I go to gain, I want to do it by carbo-loading and overeating. I don’t know everything about this, but I hope to learn.

Will I stay on grommr? Well, for the time being, yes. My name is needfatfriends, and I’m always up for a chat, but I wish I had more guys locally that I could hang out with and explore this with.

Will I keep writing for you guys? FUCK YES! I love the attention my stories are getting and hope that you guys like what I write.

Well that’s my story. Well, part of it. Maybe I’ll write more personal stuff later on. But for now, I hope you guys enjoy me fattening up some other guys as well ;)

Love you all.


chemistry - pynch fic

Summary: Ronan comes to Adam’s apartment to study for exams with him and it…escalates.

Rated: M, for “much smut”

Word Count: 1730

Someone knocked on the door of Adam Parrish’s apartment at St. Agnes’ Church. The closer Adam moved to the door, the harder his heartbeat, the louder his blood thrummed, the wilder his pulse became.

Because Ronan Lynch was coming over.

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Rafael Barba / “Show me what’s behind your back.”

Per the ask HERE, from the prompt list HERE 
Requests still open, but I gratefully ask for your patience! (4ish in queue)

Originally posted by sitdrinksmile

He was home early.

As in, days early. He wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another week. You hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t expected him to walk in that door.

Apparently, it was obvious. Considering how he froze the moment he watched the color fade from your face. Immediately, your arms flew to rest behind your spine, out of sight.

“Mi querida?” Rafael very slowly shut the door behind him, green eyes narrowed to a squint as he stared at you. That look, your stiff posture: you were hiding something. Last time you had that doe-eyed expression, you had accidentally washed a few of his nice shirts with a pen you hadn’t discovered in his pocket.

Distraction. “You’re HOME!” You cheered, and eagerly sauntered over on the balls of your feet so you could plant a silky smooth kiss on his chin, against the five o clock shadow that must have manifested during his airport travels. “I’ve missed you SO, how did the case go?”

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“I love to kill fish,” Sayle went on. “But when I saw this specimen of Physalia Physalis, I knew I had to keep it. You see, it reminds me of myself.”

“It’s ninety-nine per cent water. It has no brain, no guts and no anus.” Alex had dredged up the facts from somewhere and spoken them before he knew what he was doing.

-Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz © 2000


When they meet, Erwin’s married. Levi takes one look at the ring on his finger, twists his lips, and says, “I don’t fuck married guys.”

Erwin nods. Erwin wears three-piece suits and worry in the wrinkles by the corners of his eyes. He’s nursing a whiskey that he’s been working at all night. “I respect that,” he says. “But I’m not asking you to fuck me.”

“Then what are you asking for?" 


“Fuck,” Levi snorts, shaking his head. This has bad idea written all over it and he knows it. But Levi’s life has been a series of bad decisions, things he did despite knowing better not to; he doesn’t regret them, really, but he isn’t proud of them either. “Why not?”

“You don’t have to,” Erwin tells him. He means it, too, and Levi knows he does, even if the open turning of Erwin’s body in his direction is hopeful.

He has a vague suspicion of how this will all end. It doesn’t stop him from agreeing, from wanting things that aren’t his and have never been his–knowing how it ends never has. That’s always been the root of his problems.

“It’s fine.” He waves down the bartender to order another drink. 

Erwin doesn’t press further. His mouth simply curves softly instead. 

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It’s the thought that counts

For @polarspaz who made me go all heart eye emoji for their spider peter 
also available on ao3


Peter paused. He wanted to blink. He would blink if he could. He would blink all eight of his eyes if he had eyelids just to provide some subtle indication of what he’s feeling.

He doesn’t know what he’s feeling.

Instead, Peter knitted his brows, the vertical furrows deeply pronounced by his confusion. Or bewilderment – it was some sort of feeling he could vaguely piece together, so at least he’s getting somewhere.


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dippica week day siedem


Day 7: Post-series.

If there’s one thing that Pacifica’s learned when it comes to growing older, it’s this: adults have no idea what they’re doing, but they sure as hell know how to pretend they do.

And so it is.

Weirdmeggadon, and her parents lose the Manor. They still live comfortably. They still live their life of lies. Pacifica has only one pony.

Twelve-year-old Pacifica fights her parents at every turn - screams, until temper tantrums are no longer a weapon, until being grounded means nothing, until she’s caught burning her family’s portraits; smiles sweetly like poison, speaks sharply like knives, spurns ceaselessly until she’s cast out at sixteen with a sting in her cheek, a tightness in her chest, and a dangerously low amount in her bank account; locks herself in endless battle with her family name until she is righteousness incarnate, untouchable, unmovable, unbreakable. But justice is always aloof and arrogant and alone, and while she has every townsperson’s support, they can hardly begin to fathom how much of her life is - will be - spent running.

She’s eighteen and sits in Lazy Susan’s diner and stirs her coffee to dissolve the sugar, duffel over her shoulder as she flicks her eyes over the acceptance letter from college. She knows one thing for certain: adults never had any idea what they’re doing, and she is no different. She has a high school diploma and a scholarship for a university down in California, she’s got her plane ticket and Robbie’s driving her to the airport, she’s got a debit card and her ID and her laptop and -

Susan puts her plate of pancakes in front of her and leans on the booth as she asks, “Whatcha gonna major in, darlin’?”

And Pacifica looks up, meets the woman’s eye, and says, “Anything that gets me out of here.”

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Dirty Laundry

A/N: To the anon that requested this, you are so much better than whoever cheated on you. They were a piece of crap, and you are a bad ass. <3

Request:  I was recently cheated on.🙄 and I was hoping you could do a fic where the reader is on supernatural and invited her boyfriend to have him come on stage for an important announcement and when he is up there you start singing dirty laundry by Carrie underwood with robs bands help and at one point the cast come out holding up his “dirty laundry” asically all the shirts you found with the other lipstick on it. He tries to leave the stage but j2m makes sure he can’t and he has to stay the whole time

No pairing. This is my first no pairing! Go easy on me :)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.2k

Originally posted by jennyandmoose

You were fed up. You knew something was going on with Liam, but you never thought he would sink low enough to cheat on you. You had gathered up all of these disgusting shirts that you found while you were on break, the ones he threw in the back of your closet, and you had taken them with you to this weekend’s convention; you weren’t exactly sure why, but you did. His flight was due to get there right before you panel started tomorrow.

You were sitting in the green room, which was weirdly empty; and you started letting your thoughts get the best of you. This was honestly the first time you really had the time to think about it. All those times you’d be on the phone with Liam and he said he was ‘busy’. Or when he ignored you sometimes for days at a time, you always thought that he just missed you. You did film nearly two thousand miles away from home, who wouldn’t get upset sometimes?

All of these thoughts racing around in your head, you felt tears sting your eyes, and a small sob came out, you looked up to make sure you were alone before you let the tears fall. Being the idiot that you were sometimes, you picked up your phone and started looking through pictures of the two of you. Which only caused the tears to fall, when Jared and Jensen walked in - their panel must have just ended.

“Y/N? Are you crying?” Jensen asked, but you just wiped your tears away and looked up at him, shaking your head no, you knew that your voice would give you away.

“Seriously, Y/N, if something’s wrong you can tell us, what is it?” Jensen sure was persistent.

“It’s nothing, really.” your voice was shaky and fresh tears were just about to spill over.

“Y/N, come on..” Jared said as they both came and sat on either side of you. You were still holding your phone, a picture of you and Liam at the beach last year still on the screen.

“Is it Liam? Did you guys break up?” Jared asked, you glared at him for looking at your phone but he just threw his hands up, then placing one on your shoulder.

“N-not yet,” you choked out, you’d never cried in front of them before. “H-he cheated on me.” Was all you could get out before you started sobbing, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Jared pulled you into a hug and Jensen rubbed your back. You heard the door to the green room open.

“Hey guys..” Misha trailed off, “Y/N? Whats wrong?”

“Liam cheated on her.” Jensen said quietly.

All you heard from Misha was a chair pull out on at the table. You all sat in silence for a moment before you finally sat up. You were ready to talk.

“I found these shirts in my closet yesterday, with lipstick all over them and they smelled like some gross ninety-nine cent store perfume.” tears were still streaming down your face but you were able to hold back the sobs.

“I think I have an idea, Y/N. If you think you can handle it,” Jared said.

And the four of you came up with a plan.

The next day when it was time for your panel, you were already up on stage, Liam had just texted you saying he was on his way, and that he’d be in the audience when he got there. You were having a great time on stage, as always. This crowd was great. When your phone buzzed in your pocket you looked to where Liam should be, he was there. You announced that you wanted to sing a song for your ‘incredible’ boyfriend, and everyone went wild. Rob and his band joined you on stage, and you asked Liam to come up on stage, you gave him a kiss on the cheek, a smirk, and sat him down in your chair.

The audience really went crazy when Jared, Jensen, and Misha walked out on stage. They all gave you a hug and said hi to Liam, the music started playing, and you started singing.

That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain’t my shade of pink,

And I can tell by the smell of your perfume, it’s like forty dollars to cheap

As you singing the song you started going through your big purse that you had up on stage with you.

Found it over in the corner,

wadded up on the bedroom floor,

You shoulda hit it in the closet,

You shoulda burned it,

You shoulda lost it

You held up the first shirt for everyone to see, pointing to the lipstick stain. The audience caught on and there was a mixture of cheering for you, and booing for Liam. It took him longer than it should have to catch on, but when he did, he jumped up and tried to storm off stage. He was acting as if this was your fault; but you were determined to get it through his head that this was all him.

Now I’ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave ‘em blowing in the wind, just to say goodbye to you,

All those midnights sneaking in,

I’m late again, oh, I’m so sorry,

All the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry

As Liam was attempting to storm off stage, Misha caught his arm, him and Jared marched him right back to his chair. Jensen sat down next to him. You threw his nasty shirt at him as you grabbed the next one-pointing out the stains and throwing that one at him too. But the final shirt you pulled out, was the hardest. It was your favorite shirt of his. It had more than just lipstick stains on it. Which was just, gross. You struggled through the last few verses of the song, but luckily rob had been singing with you, which made it a little easier.

Now I’ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry

Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line

Leave ‘em blowing in the wind, just to say goodbye to you,

All those midnights sneaking in,

I’m late again, oh, I’m so sorry,

All the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry

Out to dry,

To the line

When the music stopped playing, you threw the final shirt in Liam’s face, turned to him with every ounce of confidence you had and said, “Liam, I’m going to hand you my microphone, you’re going to admit to what you did. You were then going to apologize to me, and then we’re going to be done.”

He looked at you speechless, looking on either side of him. The boys were not going to let him get up. So he did as you said, he took your mic, sighed, and said, “Y/N, I-I cheated on you; and-and I’m sorry.” He was sincere. Which is all you asked of him.

“Thank you, Liam. Now leave.”

He probably couldn’t have gotten up and left any faster if he tried. You were glad that was over with. Jensen, Jared, Misha, and Rob all brought you into a group hug. When they let go, they left the stage and let you finish your panel. You were excited to start this new chapter in your life. A chapter where you could worry about yourself for awhile.

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