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nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”


Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”


General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”


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Sexual:

161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”

His || Jungkook || 0.20

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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The Friendly Wager (Part 7)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,855

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal

A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

This was the sixth rewrite! LOL….The End! :)

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by maikennielsen96

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Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Since I’ve Been Loving You

Title: Since I’ve Been Loving You

Summary: When a hunt brings you and the Winchesters back together, feelings that have been kept under wraps for a while now need to be adressed. And you don’t want that. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester 

Word count: 3873 (Oopsie? Jk, not even sorry)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Abduction, mentions of torture, violence and blood. Allusions to sexual harrassment (minor and non-detailed). Alcohol consumption, medical attention. Language. That’s about it, I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my (very, very late) sumbission for @ravengirl94 1.5K challenge. Twin, congratulations for that milestone and every milestone after that because you only deserve the best (even if you almost killed us all with Firefighter!Dean). Also. I’m so sorry this took me forever. I hope I made it worth the wait.

Special thank you to @becominglionhearted because I wanted this to be a complete surprise for twin, so she was kind (and awesome) enough to read parts of it over for me.

Now, my prompt for this was “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to try to rescue me.” “Yeah, well, I have a thing for obvious traps. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” (yes, I love it, too) and it’s included in bold in the text below.

Without further ado. Enjoy <3

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman


There were no lights in the small room in which the demons kept you captive.

Instead, there was a rickety looking table, a broken lamp and a large window with rotten shutters, wavy and yellowed. The room was cold, its wallpapers peeled off by the ever-present mildew, and even though it wasn’t the first time you had spent almost two days tied to the only chair there, you were still not used to its grotesqueness.

Blinking owlishly, you tried to ignore the way your head pounded by focusing on the bruises that littered your skin, arbitrary patterns of color where your capturer had left his mark.

Admittedly, Ebony Eyes was taking his sweet, sweet time with you –and you had your own theory as to why that was the case, but the fight you’d put when he captured you along with the punching and the carving that had taken place during your interrogation were enough to make you squeal in pain.

“I have to admit,” Doyle hissed, wagging his head in disappointment, “I was expecting your little boy toy to be here by now. It’s been two days, for Crowley’s sake.”

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Saving Kittens Thing

Bleeding heart James Potter does his level best to save seven cats from a terrible fate, but Lily Evans, his heartless monster fiancée, tries to thwart him at every turn.


week one.


Lily Evans to James Potter: no

James Potter: i haven’t asked a question.

Lily Potter: and yet

James Potter: but how did u know???

Lily Potter: your 762 cat pictures uploaded to the cloud james

James Potter: right.

James Potter: it’s just, hes been hanging around the office for the last two weeks…
Lily Evans: you don’t even like cats??

James Potter: but he likes me. maybe I never liked them bc they were all assholes?

James Potter: chicken or egg, u know?

Lily Evans: amazing

Lily Evans: see u in a few

Lily Evans: no to cat. yes to takeout for stressing me out

James Potter: ur stressed? im marrying an unsupportive woman in 7 weeks??

Lily Evans: *kiss emoji* eggrolls.

James Potter: yessir


James Potter to Lily Evans: but look at how CUTE he is

Lily Evans: no


James Potter: he likes milk

Lily Evans: impeachment song voice: no. no. no. no. no. nono. nononono.

James Potter: killjoy!

Lily Evans: remember the squirrel

James Potter: that was one. time.

Lily Evans: and yet, i have veto power

James Potter: will u always have veto power? like for the next sixty years?

Lily Evans: we had to call professionals in??? almost got kicked out??? our lease specifically and unequivocally forbids pets of any kind???

James Potter: technicality, yes, but as mum owns the building, pretty sure i could sway her w/ wedding leverage

Lily Evans: we are NOT having swans, geese, ducks, or other fowl at our wedding. so no leverage for u.

James Potter: killjoy!!!!!


week two.


James Potter to Lily Evans: he is a SHE

Lily Evans: …?

James Potter: THE CAT

Lily Evans: how do u

Lily Evans: nvnmd

James Potter: check ur snaps!!!

Lily Evans to James Potter: james. when u get home we need to talk abt appropriate things to snapchat.

Lily Evans: example: cats giving birth? not appropriate!!

Lily Evans: also, are u under the bushes in front of your work?

James Potter: ITS JUST LIKE 101 DALMATIONS

James Potter: except cats!

James Potter: and six of them.

James Potter: seven including boots.

Lily Evans: boots?

James Potter: have u seen HER feet? boots.

James Potter: the Miracle of Life. im transformed.                                             

Lily Evans: oh boy


Lily Evans to James Potter: babe. ur going to get fired for sending too many snapchats on work hours.

James Potter: my dad is the boss?

Lily Evans: he asked me to text sense into u. or to bribe u.

James Potter: rude.

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noona

Smut Week: Day 5 | Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

W/C: 2500

Originally posted by pkjjm



Being older than half of your friends didnt bother you too much. There was something about being an older sister to Tae Jimin and Jungkook that just made you smile. It made your heart happy. Though all of the boys would come to you speaking advice, the younger ones especially did, you seemed to always be locked away with one of them while they told you your deepest darkest worries.

So when Tae and Jimin approached you to talk to you alone you didnt thing twice about it before standing up, adjusting your jeans and following them to their room.

‘So we have something to tell you.’ Jimin said with a sly smirk. 'Its about one of the boys.’

'You’re not going to get beat up for telling me will you?’ You joked pulling a pillow on your lap.

'You can’t tell him we told you.’ Taehyung said.

'Okay, so tell me what?’

'Its about Jungkook.’ You chuckled.

'He’s going to actually kill you then if your telling his secrets.’

'Well we will keep it venue. Its cause were worried about him.’ Taehyung said biting at his lip. You rose an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.

'He likes someone.’ Jimin started. 'Someone who’s a lot older than him.’

'Well not a lot older, but older enough.’ Tae added.

'Okay, and your worried about this why?’ You asked folding your arms.

'Cause were all friends with her too and we don’t want his crush to ruin anything.’

'Well if she’s older don’t you think shed be mature enough to get over it and not make things weird?’ You asked.

'Its more that we all know so we all see how desperate he is trying to flirt with her and how bad he is at it. Its just making us all uncomfortable.’ Taehyung said looking to Jimin.

'Were just worried, we all are. We don’t want to lose her as a friend you know?’ You nodded understanding what Jimin was saying.

'It doesn’t help that she’s completely oblivious so it makes him try even harder.’

'And he’s so wrapped up in this crush that he’s even starting to discard his responsibilities to the group just to spend extra time with her.’ Thats what set you off.

'He what?’ You said sternly, your eyebrows pressing together.

'Yeah. He was supposed to help Hoseok the other day with choreo and he blew him off to spend time with her.

'Thats not okay.’ You said shaking your head. 'So what do we do?’

'We were hoping you would know what to do.’

'Well… do you want me to talk to hi-’

'No. if he knew you knew he’d kill all of us.’ Jimin cut you off.

'But maybe I can talk to some sense into him…’

The next night the boys all filed into your apartment for dinner, you had been cooking almost all day as a congratulations your starting your tour soon, ill miss you dinner. The older boys took over the living room, all fighting over who got the cooler looking remote control for the gameing device you had bought just for when they came over. The younger boys helped you in the kitchen, well they stood around while you finished cooking after raiding the fridge for beer.

You noticed at dinner how awkward everyone but Jungkook was being. They all would look at him and then look at each other and you saw what they meant. Jung kook was acting weird. You tried to help the situation, calling peoples names to talk about different things while trying to tell jokes that only a few of them would laugh at. Eventually you gave up, they were all to focused on Jungkook. You stood starting to take their plates to take them into the kitchen, smiling sadly at Tae as you did so.

You saw him roll his eyes when Jungkook immediately stood to help you so as you lead the way to the kitchen you decided to talk to him.

'Hey, Kook can I talk to you for a second?’ You asked as he brought int he last few plates, the rest of the boys now moving back to lounge all over your couch.

'Yeah whats up?’ He smiled coming to stand right next to you, drying the dishes as you washed them.

'So its come to my attention that you have a crush.’ You said, getting straight to the point.

'Oh.. Look Y/n,’

'Kookie no girl is worth you turning down your bets responsibilities for. I don’t care how much you like her. And if this girl liked you back she wouldn’t want you to do that. Those boys in there need you.’

'Does this girl like me?’ He asked softly, convincing himself that you had just confessed to him.

'Well how am i supposed to know that, I didnt even know you liked someone till I was told. Look, Kookie,’ You said as his face became confused. 'Just talk to her. Wether its to tell her you like her or to tell her you need to focus on bts. But what ever you do just remember bts needs to be the most important thing in your life.’

He nodded and bit his lip, putting the dried plate where it belongs.

'Y/n, I uh.. I really like you.’ He said turning to face you.

The dish slipped slightly from your hand and a 'everything okay in there?’ from Namjoon came from the living room. You looked back at Jungkook who looked at your terrified, your heart beating extremely fast. You looked away as everything flooded back to you. Last week you hadn’t felt well and texted the group chat asking one of them to bring you cough drops and sprite. Jungkook of course came to your rescue, but that must of been when Hoseok had been blown off by him. Your eyes met his again and something in your heart lurched, but you were angry. How could that happen? You treated him like a little brother. You dried your hands and walked away from him and out into the living room, tossing the damp towel to the side as you did so.

'I think its time for everyone to go home.’ You said clapping your hands. Your eyes met Jimin’s and you glared, how could he not warn you? How couldn’t any of them warn you?

'Is everything okay?’ Yoongi said sitting up slightly.

'Im.. I just need to go to bed. Im not feeling well.’ You said running your hands through your hair.

With out any questions they all got up and softly thanked you for dinner, all giving you a soft side hug and an occasional cheek kiss. Jimin had texted you privately asking what happened but you chose to ignore it, and Jungkook as he looked at you once more before you closed the door.

Your head spun, there was no way Jungkook liked you. There was no way.  You had convinced yourself that he just was messing with you, that it was some prank but as he texted you, and then texted you four more times you knew that it wasn’t a joke.

noona please.

are you okay?

please talk to me.

y/n…

You continued to ignore them all the next day. You were equally as mad that someone didnt warn you as you were that this was happening. Jimin threatened to come over to force you to talk you finally responded and told him you just wanted to be left alone, which eventually he did.

It was late and you were starting to feel bad for kicking the boys out and ignoring them all day. You could tell they were worried. Your doorbell rang and you yawned, throwing the blanket that had a big picture of Hoseok’s smile on it onto the floor, gag gifts from the boys. Your eyes stuck to the tv as you made your way to the door, opening it before you even looked to see who it was. When you turned to see Jungkook there with your favorite flowers you had half the mind to close the door on him, but you stepped aside and let him in.

'Im so sorry that I made you mad.’ He said handing you the flowers.

'You just caught me off guard thats all. I hate being the last person to know things.’ You said giving him half a smile. For the first time you realized just how handsome he really was.

'I just.. I thought we could talk about it.’ He said, his face was pale and you could tell how scared he was. You let him come in further and laid the flowers on the kitchen counter before joining him on the couch, pulling Hobi’s face back up to cover you.

'That is the worst blanket I’ve ever seen.’ He said making you chuckle slightly. 'Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was just doing what you told me to do.’ he said.

'I realized that.’ You started. 'Its just I-’

'Is it because I’m to young? The others said its cause I’m too young.’ You thought for a second and that really wasn’t it.

'Its not because of your age,  I just thought you viewed me as a big sister so hearing that you had feelings just caught me off guard.’ You bit your lip. You watched as he looked at you, his eyes flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes.

'Do you think you could ever feel the same way?’ He asked, now avoiding all eye contact.

'I think…’ You stared at him and smiled, your heart warming slightly. 'I think I could.’

He’s head snapped up and his cheeks instantly turned red. For the first time he made you nervous. You looked to the tv and then back to him. Reaching forward you took his hand in yours and squeezed it.

'Why don’t you stay?’ You asked taking the next step. He gave you a big smile and looked down to your hands.

'FIne, but I’m not sitting under this.’ He said pulling at the blanket.

You sat there, you hand still in his as the two of you watched tv. It felt like normal, but with a slightly new flare. You couldn’t help but bite your lip when you’d see him looking at you from the corner of your eye. You two took turns laughing and commenting at the things that were happening. You had moved to slightly lean against him, one arm wrapping around his while your other hand pulled his into your lap. You could feel his skin heat up under your fingers making you blush slightly.

Now as you talked your faces were closer and neither of you could keep your eyes from flicking down to stare at the others lips. You finally had enough of this. You wanted to kiss him so badly, you wanted to see if there was something there and this was the easliest way to find out. The next time you were both looking at one another you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on him. As you pulled away and looked back to the tv you  could see his wide smile. He reached out to pull your chin so you were looking at him again.

His face approached your slowly, but the moment your lips met the kiss was intense. All those months of him secretly crushing on you built up was just unleashed as he kissed you with so much passion. You shifted, your hands grabbing to his shirt to pull him forward as you laid against the couch. He followed you willingly, laying on you to kiss you deeper. It didnt take long for you two to begin to pant into the kiss and you couldn’t help yourself but to grab onto his hair and start to slowly roll your hips against him. He groaned instantly, loving the way you moved against him.

His hand found your hip and pushed your shirt up just enough so he could rub his thumb against your waist. His dream of finally being able to feel you coming true. He would never tell you, but he dreamed about these kinds things.

With your shirt now pushed you you moved your hands to pull at his. Getting the hint that you wanted it off he helped your pull it off. You ran your hands down his neck and across his shoulders, rubbing firmly. When you finally hooked your arms around his neck you lifted your hips into him further making him groan again.

'Is this okay?’ He said breathlessly, his lips brushing yours.

All you did was chuckle and sit up making him remove himself from you. You reached the hem of your shirt and pulled it off before moving yourself to straddle his lap, pulling him into you closer. He chuckled agains your lips as the kiss picked back up again. His hands instantly grabbed your behind and started to move you, groaning as you rolled your hips against his already erect member you rolled like that for a minute, the both of you groaning and squeezing at one another to deepen the kiss.

You squealed when he picked you up slightly and laid you on the couch, laughing into a gasp as his lips left yours and began to kiss down your neck. Finding your sweet spot he smiled, now sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moaned breathlessly and wondered to yourself how his lips could feel this good against your skin. You didnt realize your eyes had closed until the opened to see him pulling your shorts down.

You lifted your body so he could easily pull them off and as you opened your legs for him you were half surprised to see him take charge and kiss up the inside of your thigh until his tongue was liking the length of your core. You gasped at the feeling and instantly your back arched. You fought against the feeling to press your thighs together and sensing this Jungkooks hands moved to hold your legs apart. He ate you quickly, his tongue flicking and rolling against you. Every other flick he’d prod your entrance with his tongue letting his teeth add a slight pressure to your clit.

He had you a moaning clenching mess by the time he was to horny to continue. You panted as he sat up to quickly remove his pants and the moment he was leaning back towards you, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into kiss him once again. You could feel him stroking himself, his hand hitting your core when he reached his tip. His fingers than moved to stroke you a few times before the feeling of him lining himself up with you over came your senses.

You broke the kiss to  tilt your head back as he quickly entered you. He took advantage of your exposed neck, kissing roughly into it as his hands now moved to push your legs up. He pumped into you quickly. So quickly that you clenched the nearest thing you could with one hand as the other gripped harshly into his back. Moaning on top of you he gripped harder to your legs and pushed himself up.

Pounding deeper now he let out short sweet grunts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours making your body tingle. The higher the pleasure rose the louder you’d gasp and the louder you gasped the faster Jungkook would go. His skin started to shine with how hard he was going and his bottom lip would catch between his lip as he watched you squirm under him. Your hands found his and he intertwined your fingers.

The moment you moaned his name and told you were going to cum he lent back over to kiss you quickly, wanting nothing more than to swallow the sound of you moaning under him. Your entire body clenched making him moan as that included your core.

'Ah, fuck.’ He breathed, his pumps instantly staggering.

You gripped to him tighter and pushed your chest into his, breaking the kiss as you head tilted back again. You gave a soft squeal as your body released, the feeling of him riding you through your orgasm setting your body on fire. You pulled at his neck, your eyes closing and your lips finding his again to quiet your whimpers. The feeling of him pulling out quickly and cumming against your skin made you moan again.

Without even looking you reached down and took ahold of the blanket and wiped yourself off. The feeling of Jungkook chuckling agains your skin made your eyes open and look at him.

'Poor Hyung.’ He said nodding to the blanked where a glistening streak of cum covered Hoseok’s cheek.

Nine to Five (Part 1)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Father Stiles AU. All Y/n wants is to find a new family to care for, when she comes across an AD in the newspaper, she couldn’t be happier. Stiles hires a new nanny for his daughter, but he soon realizes that he hired someone that would soon become much more than just a nanny.

Do let me know what you think about this, pretty please. Feedback is always wanted. I remember reading something similar to this and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head; I really enjoyed writing it!

Part 2

Gif @darlingiminlove


“What about this one?” Lydia questioned, eyeing a small square at the corner of the newspaper. “Nine to Five nanny service needed in the Beacon Hills area, must have experience with children under six years old. Email your resume… Short, straight to the point.” She mused, showing you the ad. You shrugged your shoulders, nodding at her to tell her to send your resume. With a few clicks on her computer, she smiled at you and took a sip of her coffee.

Being without a job for the last two weeks felt amazing, you felt like a new person; refreshed and comfortable. You were sad to see the family you looked after move all the way to the United Kingdom, you always thought you’d see Lori and Brett growing up so your heart shattered when the news was broke to you, but after a couple of days, you accepted it and it was time to move on. Except every ad in the newspaper was either taken or two hours away.

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Crash & Burn

THANK YOU FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! I actually reached it on Lance’s birthday, but I was posting something else to celebrate for that, so here’s my celebratory fic for this.

I don’t know why writing AUs has been my jam lately, but I… decided it’s been too long since I threw some angst your way. So… the majority of my upcoming writing is angsty. Oops. This is the first of two parts, by the way, and it’s a college AU unrelated to my others. Catch it on AO3 if you prefer to read stuff there all my other writing goes up there, too.

Summary: When Keith’s car breaks down, he has to resort to calling Lance to help him out, since everyone else is busy. Keith is suprised that Lance is actually willing to help, but then… he doesn’t show up.

Or the one where Lance gets into a car accident while coming to help Keith, and it’s actually not his fault.


Keith was beginning to think that the universe hated him.

Sure, everybody gets bad luck, but his life was just getting ridiculous at this point.

Of course the car had to break down. Keith was only using it because his motorcycle had stopped working last week, so the old pickup was all he had. And of course everyone else was busy. Then again, that’s why he’d chosen to run errands that night. Because all his friends had plans.

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ships in the night. (m)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Anonymous Requested: a fluffy, romantic, appreciative Namjoon smut

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,252

Description: In your relationship somewhere along the line, the two of you started unknowingly passing each other by; something akin to two ships in the night.

Originally posted by himchans



The contact photo of his dimpled grin illuminated your phone screen just as you walked through the front door, making a goofy smile spread across your face. You set down the dinner and movie that you’d picked up on your way home from work, before sliding your thumb across the screen to answer his call.

“Hey babe.” You chirp, as you try to control the excitement in your voice.

“Hey…” The word comes out slow and somewhat hesitant, making you knit your eyebrows together.

“Is…  something wrong?” You ask questioningly. You wait a few moments and there’s still no answer, making a worry bubble up inside of your chest.

“Namjoon what’s—” You try to ask again, but you don’t get to finish before he interjects.

“I’m not going to be able to make it home tonight.”

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A Mostly Decent Proposal, Cat/Kara, Rating: PG

Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish. 

“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”

And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.

Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone. 

She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession. 

Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives. 

Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.

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Dive

Title: Dive

Pairing: Female reader x Dean

Theme song: Dive by Ed Sheeran

Summary: Dean’s catching feelings for the reader and needs to be convinced to dive in

A/N: This song just has such quiet bar vibes. 

Word count: 2,000ish

Your name: submit What is this?

The old bartender working the quiet Tuesday afternoon shift had poured Dean another glass of whiskey before he’d even opened his mouth to ask for it. Dean looked up from his hands long enough to give a nod of thanks before pulling the new glass to his lips and taking a sip.

The bartender returned the bottle to its shelf and smiled behind his wiry beard.

“Thought you could use another,” he said, “You’ve got that look.”

“You’re not wrong,” Dean said.  The man waited; Dean said nothing.

“So what is it?” he pressed. “Love? Money?”

“Those the usual culprits?” Dean asked. The bartender kept his smile, waiting. Dean looked down at his glass again and turned it slow in his hands. Pushing away from the counter, the old man grabbed a mostly dirty rag and started away, taking the hint and his leave.

“You let me know if you need another,” he said over his shoulder.

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In which Sherlock comes back after pretending to be dead for two years, finds John moved out of Baker Street and nearly engaged. He’d deduced two possible reactions… but not this.


Of all the outcomes Sherlock had prepared himself for, this was not one of them. There had been two scenarios in his head, two ways John’s emotions could play out. Shock was, in both scenarios, naturally the primary stage. That is logically what happens when a previously thought dead person presents themselves. It was the stages that came after the shock is where it got tricky, given that Sherlock had to take into factor that they were surrounded by the public eye, in a very crowded, very upscale restaurant. It was where the road split. Road one: Shock would be followed by disbelieve, perhaps tears, but most likely not with John. No, it was more likely disbelief would lead to laughter, the slightly bitter kind that Sherlock could picture on John’s face, the kind that would melt into relief, maybe even a slightly uncharacteristic hug. It might be a briefer display of emotion due to the public eye but at least Sherlock would know it was alright now.

The second road was not preferred but it ended the same. On this path anger followed the shock, maybe John stormed out of the restaurant, maybe delivered Sherlock a rightly deserved punch… But they were together in the end. Sherlock was forgiven in the end.

He never thought, however, that the stage of anger would be so prolonged. He never imagined that John wouldn’t eventually get along to embracing his lost best friend. Sherlock never pictured John leaving him standing alone on the curb of a dumpy fish and chip place with a bloody nose.

Ms. Hudson, on the other hand, had had exactly the reaction Sherlock had predicted when he walked into 221B. She’d screamed, cried, screamed again when he placed a gentle hand on her arm, and proceeded to alternate between the two for the next hour. Sherlock could barely focus on her however, only being able to think about how, as she wrapped him in a very tight hug, he would do anything to have experienced this reaction twice that night.

“Oh Sherlock,” Ms. Hudson patted his cheek fondly, a smile brightening her face, “I take it you’ve seen John?”

Sherlock tense, “Yes. Yes, of course.”

She laughed delightedly, squeezing his hand before bustling into the kitchen, “I’ll get the kettle on for you two, then.”

Sherlock unknotted his scarf, hanging it on the familiar coat hanger, taking note in the back of his mind the relief that filled his chest at being, well, home, “Sorry?”

Ms. Hudson looked over her shoulder, “Well, I gather he’ll be around shortly, yes?”

Sherlock froze half way through shrugging out of his coat, the thought hitting him harder than he expected. Would he?

“Yes.” Sherlock said stiffly, dropping his coat over a chair—John’s chair—with a flourish, “Yes, of course. Tea would be lovely, thank you.”

Ms. Hudson gave him another firm kiss on the cheek and a Oh Sherlock, do play some violin for me tomorrow. I can’t tell you how I’ve missed it, and left him to “get settled.”

Sherlock had prepared the tea with shaking fingers. Of course John would be around. He wouldn’t let the night end like it had would he? He’d want to see Sherlock. Definitely. John was a man of answers, and he had two years worth of questions to ask. Sherlock had poured the water into the tea pot, set out two cups (he’d looked for John’s favorite mug only to find it no longer in the cupboard), milk, and sugar. He’d put it all on a tray, set it rather too harshly onto the coffee table, fell into his chair…

And the waiting had begun.

Sherlock was very good at sitting still usually. He could go days on end without speaking, without moving. But he couldn’t seem to manage it tonight.

He paced, drummed his fingers, watched the clock. By the time he decided to change into his pajamas, it was nearly two in the morning and he had already retuned his violin and stabbed the fireplace mantle approximately 57 times. The tea was cold and he hadn’t had a drop. He hung his coat up from its place on John’s chair, fluffing the flag pillow and smoothing the velvet out.

It was two thirty and Sherlock listened to Ms. Hudson’s bedroom door close downstairs. No doubt she had been waiting up for John. She’d given up. He wouldn’t.

Sherlock kept his phone in hand. John may call rather than come over now that it was so late. He had a…fiancé now, after all. Sherlock swallowed hard at the thought, checking his phone again. Another outcome Sherlock had not expected. Of course, he felt foolish now, thinking John had—thinking John could ever feel… whatever Sherlock had felt. Whatever Sherlock feels. That it was John and him, him and John. He never dreamt that there could be any other version of either of their lives, he never thought…

Sherlock pressed his hands over his eyes.

But perhaps he should not have left for two years. For a so-called genius, he seemed to have a habit of realizing things too late when it came to John Watson. Maybe one could only be a genius in one aspect of life, one field. Sherlock considered this. If that was the case, he’d gladly trade his knowledge of chemistry, of crime, of anything, for an upstanding understanding of John. Just John. It may not be more useful in his line of work. But he would be happier. Emotionally. Sherlock blinked at the realization. He was surprised, but it felt… true.

It was approaching four in the morning when Sherlock resigned to his bed. He couldn’t stare at the empty chair across from him any longer. If he did he was worried he may throw something, or miss the mantlepiece and stab himself instead with the amount he’d been at it. He let his phone rest on his chest, fingertips to his chin.

He didn’t want to admit it, but his hopes were crumbling around him. John was not calling. John was not coming up the stairs. John had left him on the curb after hitting him once, twice, three times. He found that his chest hurt more than his cheek or nose.

Sherlock was just beginning to resign himself to a few more hours of sitting completely still until it was considered a socially acceptable hour to rise and start a day in the life of the living, when his phone buzzed against his ribs, shocking Sherlock’s eyes open.

John

The screen said John.

Sherlock had barely picked up before he was saying his name.

He was met with a few beats of silence and then, slowly, “You’re awake.”

Sherlock felt pinned against the mattress, “You don’t sound surprised.”

The response was more immediate this time, “I’m not.”

You’re awake.”

Sherlock nearly closed his eyes at the familiar scoff, “Yes, of course I’m awake.”

“I… I’m not surprised… either.” Sherlock had never struggled for words so much in his life.

Silence followed and Sherlock thought he heard John pouring himself tea, or maybe a drink.

“Jesus,” A chair scooted back over the line and John sighed as he sat now, “I’ve not a clue what to say. How’s the nose?”

Sherlock felt himself smile a little at the comment. This was the most normal he had felt in two entire years, “Not as bad as the ribs.”

John chuckled softly, the way he did when he was confused, “What? I didn’t hit you in the ribs.”

“No. You didn’t.”

Silence followed again. Sherlock heard John’s breathing stop and restart, “Sherlock-“

“Don’t worry, I’m okay-“

“No, that’s not the point, Sherlock, the point is that you let me- You let me knock you around when someone else had been doing god knows what god knows where.”

“Don’t worry, you’re much gentler than Serbian interrogators.”

He heard John set his tea down too hard, “What? I- Oh my god, I swear, if you’re joking-“

“I don’t joke.”

Another laugh, this time disbelieving. It sent another shock of relief through Sherlock, “Yes you do, Jesus, Jesus-“

“John. I’m okay-“

“Well, you were dead this morning!”

John’s breathing was harsh over the phone. Sherlock could picture him rubbing his eyes. Sherlock just listened for a moment to the familiar sound. He didn’t know how to start. Sorry was nothing, not what was needed, it wasn’t enough.

“John…” Sherlock let out a breath, “I-“

“Don’t you dare say you’re-“

“I wanted to tell you so many times-“

“God, did you now?” John was nearly fuming again, “That’s the first time you haven’t given into one of your impulses.”

Sherlock closed his eyes. Hardly, John. Hardly.

Sherlock breathed deeply through his nose, “You’re right. I should know better.”

Sherlock heard a clatter that sounded like John throwing his cup in the sink, “Yes. Yes, you should.”

“Maybe I’ll give into one right now.”

A beat of silence, “What?”

Sherlock was already halfway to the door, “I’m coming over.”

The laugh was back, nervous and relieved this time, “Sherlock it’s nearly five-“

“I’m giving into an impulse, John.”

“Right…” A chair scraped back, “Yes, okay. Alright.”

“I’ll catch a cab. Text me the address, would you?”

Sherlock thought he heard a hitch in breath, a small sniff maybe. It made his chest ache, “Yeah.”

Sherlock shrugged half way into his coat, “Okay-“

“Right, can we not say goodbye?”

Sherlock’s brows furrowed, “John?”

“’s just the last time you said…” John couldn’t seem to finish but he didn’t have to.

Sherlock understood. He understood and he knew he’d never utter the word ‘goodbye’ to John Watson again.

“See you soon, John.”

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Oh oh oh!!! Prompt! !!! Victor and Yuuri celebrateing their cat sons birthday!!! Happy Birthday Yurio!

((I’m kinda late with this, but oh well.)) 


“What are you doing.” Yuri deadpanned as Victor steered him by the shoulders from the doorway into the apartment when he arrived at noon. He barely had time to kick off his black boots before he was forced onto the couch by a rather large, exuberant poodle.  

“Nothing, nothing,” Victor dismissed, grinning widely at both Yuri and Makkachin.

He dug his fingers into the poodles fur, giving him a bit of affection. “I don’t believe you,” Yuri said slowly as he looked between Victor and where Yuuri was standing in the kitchen. He turned his head to hide the flush that appeared when Yuuri caught his eyes and flashed him a smile. 

“Don’t worry, Yurio,” the Japanese man said as he poked at something cooking on the stove. “We just wanted you over to have katusdon with us. Our little birthday present to you.”

Yuri perked up at that. Real katsudon made by Yuuri sounded fantastic. It was months since he’d had any. “Well…” he said, pretending as if he was being put-upon (it was better for his image if he resisted a little), “I guess that’s okay.” He paused. “But you two better not be fucking lovey-dovey around me. I don’t want to see that shit on my birthday,” he made sure to add with a glare directed at Victor.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Yuuri said as he sauntered over. He rested one hand on the back of the couch, the other on Yuri’s arm. “Happy birthday, Yurio.” 

“Tch. Whatever.” He pulled Makkachin closer and buried his face in his soft curls so he didn’t have to look at the gentle expressions the other two men gave him. 

“I’m almost finished cooking,” Yuuri said as he leaned over and laid a small kiss on Victor’s lips. “Why don’t you get Yurio his real present. There’s no point in keeping him waiting.”

“Wait. What. You said it was just katusdon,” Yuuri complained. He didn’t like being surprised. Not by Yuuri at least. 

“I suppose,” Victor sighed and stood up, but there was a glint of something either excited or mischievous is his eyes. Now Yuri was worried. “Close your eyes, Yurio.”

“I’m not closing my fucking eyes,” he said defiantly and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Just do it,” Yuuri laughed as he walked back into the kitchen. “The sooner you do it, the sooner it’s over.”

“It better not be something stupid like a fruit basket,” Yuuri mumbled, but closed his eyes anyway. 

There were some hushed whispers from behind him and he desperately wanted to open his eyes. 

“I’m not going to do this forever,” he said with a frown. 

“Patience,” Yuuri called. 

Yuri huffed as Makkachin left his lap. He felt like an idiot sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. But, as strange as it was, he trusted Katsudon enough to do it. 

“Okay,” Yuuri’s voice came from beside him, startling him a little, “open them.”

He opened his eyes slowly almost expecting to see some kind of stupid gift like a giant stuffed poodle (although giant stuffed tiger might be okay). But he was not expecting THAT. 

“….Otabek?” Yuri said, mouth falling open. It was like a mirage - his friend was standing right in front of him. “What?” He blinked as his brain tried to catch up. Otabek shouldn’t be here right now. He was supposed to be at home in Almaty. That’s where he was last night when they had their Skype call. 

“Happy birthday, Yura,” Otabek said, holding his arms out.

Yuri got up off the couch immediately and took the one step forward to throw himself in a hug. “Oh my god,” he said in shock. He was vaguely aware that Victor was recording everything. “How did you-” He tried to ask. 

“Yuuri and Victor bought me a plane ticket,” Otabek said as he hugged Yuri tightly. 

Yuri refused to let go, but he turned his head to look at Victor. “Really?” He didn’t want to say it was too big of a gift because he was actually so happy, but he knew how much the tickets cost. He had been looking at them for months now. 

Victor shrugged. “What’s money to me if I can’t make my family happy,”

“We’re not fucking family,” Yuri protested, but it was half-hearted. He finally pulled away from the hug to smile at Otabek. 

“I hope this was okay,” Otabek said with a quirk of his lips.

“Yeah. Fuck. Yeah. It’s fine.” Yuri nodded. “Wait. THAT’s why you didn’t text me today?!” he realized and slapped Otabek’s bicep playfully. 

“I was on a plane all morning. Seemed a waste to text ‘happy birthday’ when I could do it in person.”

Yuri bit the inside of his cheek as he tried to stop himself from smiling too much. It wouldn’t do to give away how pleased he was. 

“Ah,” Yuuri distracted him, “lunch is ready.” He placed a couple bowls of steaming katsudon on the coffee table by the couch. 

Before he could chicken out, Yuri stepped around Otabek and pulled Yuuri into a hug. “You’re a liar,” Yuri hissed when they hugged.

“Mmnn,” Yuuri agreed, slow to return the hug, but responding with a tight squeeze. 

“I never though you’d be able to lie convincingly. ‘Just katsudon’ my ass,” Yuri grouched. 

Yuuri smiled, but didn’t say anything as they pulled apart. Victor’s love of surprising people must have rubbed off on Katsudon at some point. But if all of his surprises were like this one, then maybe Yuri shouldn’t complain too much. 

He grabbed a bowl for both him and Otabek and found a spot on the couch between Victor and his friend. This gift was so much better than a stuffed tiger. 


((Happy belated birthday, Yurio. 🎉 (Also, they can be any ages you want, but I was thinking this was a couple years down the road.)))

Even Angels Sin

Originally posted by visual-17

Pairing: JoshuaxReader
Genre: Smut. Smut. And more smut.
Summary: He behaves like an angel when you two are around other people, but when you are alone, his personality changes. Nobody knows his true colors, but it is only a matter of time before his secret is released.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, public sex
A/N: Wow I felt weird writing this about my angel. But hey, I write what you guys want.


“Ooh, Ooh, I’m just tryna get you in the mood. Ooh, Ooh, baby just show me what it do. Now blow it like a flute. Ooh ohh. Ooh ooh oooooohh” You sang, making subtle eye contact with your boyfriend Joshua. Through the years, you had become very close with Joshua and all the other members. So anytime they have a group outing, you are always invited. Tonight, Seungcheol decided to treat everyone to a night in a karaoke room, and you being the extra person you are, you had to choose the most sexual song in the song bank when it was your turn.

Your turn was over and you took your seat next to Joshua. As for relationship, he usually took the “I’m a pure innocent child of Jesus” role and you usually took the “lol you said the number 69 I am dying of laughter” role. But when you two were alone, those roles did not apply. None of the other members new how twisted his mind was, the perverted things he constantly thought, or how fucking kinky he was. Yes, Joshua Hong, the pure Christian boy who went to church every Sunday was actually an avid sinner. In front of everyone else he would only go as far as to wrap his arm around your shoulder or hold your hand, but when you were alone, he had no boundaries.

“That was a very suggestive song you chose up there.” He said, cracking open a cold one.

“Yeah it was. I can tell you liked it though. And since when do you drink in public?” You asked him.

“First of all, I don’t approve of a young lady singing such a song in front of men who are older – and younger – than her, and second of all, I am not drinking liquid sin, I am drinking a Fanta Orange Soda.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Alright.” You said, making yourself comfortable as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“GUYS!!! JOSHUA AND ____ ARE HAVING SEX AVERT YOUR EYES!” Minghao screamed at the top of his lungs. The rest of the guys broke out in laughter while Joshua’s face turned red. To further your boyfriend’s embarrassment, you began to sexually moan as loud as you could.

“Uhhh…Oh Josh….Oh yes….Uhhh!” You sang out as the boys fell over with laughter once more. Joshua looked at you, his eyes were dark. 

“You’ve gone too far, babygirl.” He thought. He was going to wreck you. But not tonight, he knew you would be horny after this, and in order to punish you correctly, he needed to hold off.

“Well, I think that is enough for tonight. ___ and I will be heading home, I’ll see you guys before the concert tomorrow.” Joshua said, standing up. He firmly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and shutting the door. 

“Man…Josh must be on his period.” Jun joked after the door was abruptly shut.


“What the fuck were you doing in there, ___?” Joshua said, shutting his side of the door. You fastened your seatbelt, you knew you were in for a talk.

“Sorry! Is it a crime for a girl to want to joke around with her boyfriend and his friends in a casual manner? I don’t know why you act like such a fucking prude around them, because that is not who you are. Its actually kind of frustrating, you know that? God.” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking out the window.

“Are you talking back to Daddy?” He asked you. You did not respond and continued looking out the window. 

“Oh you are ignoring Daddy now? Look at me.” He said, turning your face towards his. 

“You are already being punished for what you did in there. Unless you want me to fuck you senseless while everyone watches tomorrow, I suggest you start listening to Daddy.” Joshua said sternly.

“What are you going to do, tie me up and fuck me on stage in front of all your fans?” You asked with a tinge of attitude.

“I will if I have to babygirl, so don’t test me.” He said, putting the car in gear. The ride home was silent. He was thinking about what he would do to you tomorrow and you were thinking about him fucking you when you got home. 

“Daddy,” you said, breaking the silence, “Are you going to punish me when I get home?” You said, wanting to know everything he was going to do to you.

“No princess. When we get home, we are going straight to bed.” He said, pushing down harder on the gas pedal. You huffed and looked out the window. Why was he always like this? One minute he is a pure angel, the next minute he is so dirty and sinful. He only shows his true colors to you, his best friends don’t even know what he is really like. It is only a matter of time before they find out, Joshua can’t keep himself hidden for much longer.


You woke up the next morning to the sun shining on your face. You sat up and looked around, Joshua must have left for rehearsal already. You checked the time, it was 1:00 pm. “Fuck.” You said to yourself as you hopped out of bed. You took a quick shower and got yourself ready in a matter of minutes. Joshua would be so mad if you were late to his concert. Rehearsal was already half way over, you needed to get there quick. You got in your car and began to drive to the stadium, only to be met with typical Seoul traffic. “God fucking dammit! I’m in for one now.” You said, as you looked at the never ending line of cars in front of you. The show starts in 2 hours, and you were 45 minutes away from the stadium. You picked up your phone and began to text Joshua. 

Me: Hey, I’m stuck in some really bad traffic. I might be late to your concert.

Joshua: Babygirl I don’t wanna have to keep punishing you. Get here before the concert or you are in trouble.

You sat in the traffic for about 45 minutes before it started to clear up. And as soon as the cars were moving at a decent pace, you made it your mission to get to the concert as fast as you could. You became one of those assholes who dodged and weaved through the traffic, it was almost time for the concert to start. 

You arrived at the stadium with 15 minutes to spare. You ran backstage to see Joshua, to show him that you hadn’t failed him.

“Babygirl! You made it on time!” He whispered in your ear as he gave you a hug. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, “Follow me.” He said. You were lead inside of the wardrobe closet, when you were both inside he closed the door. 

“Pants off now.” He said. You obeyed him and undressed your bottom half. He stuck his finger in between your legs, testing the waters. 

“Alright babygirl, here is whats going to happen. I’m going to fuck you here, and you can’t make a single sound, okay?” He said, voice deep and full of lust. You nodded your head. You heard his zipper unzip and you felt his tip teasing your entrance. Suddenly you felt a sharp slap at your ass, you let out a moan. Joshua’s hand covered your mouth as he pushed into you with one thrust, stretching you out. 

“I said no noises.” He said, roughly pounding into you. Your hands slammed against the wall as he mercilessly fucked you. One of his hands made a fist in your hair and pulled your head back. His pace quickened along with his breathing, you could tell he was close. 

“I’m just getting another bowti- OH MY GOD JOSHUA AND ____ ARE HAVING SEX!!” Minghao screamed as he opened the door. Joshua instantly pulled out and you yanked your pants up. 

“Minghao you used that one last night you can’t use it aga- OH MY GOD.” Seungcheol said as he was met to Joshua’s naked lower half, your messily pulled up pants and both of your red cheeks. Joshua and you were frozen in fear as the other members rushed over to see what the fuss was about. After about 30 seconds of pure terror, Joshua pulled up his pants and briefly exited the closet with you while the other members laughed. 

“Man, looks like we were wrong about Josh. By the way he was holding her by the hair I bet he is pretty kinky.” Jun said. 

With a red face and a hard dick, Joshua walked on stage to perform. You were going to have a long night ahead of you, but that is okay. At least his friends knew his true colors now, but god you would never hear the end of this.


Thank you so much @kpopadmin for the request!

BTS REACTION: to you giving them a back hug

JIN

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin was really stressed out when he was composing a song for their new album, since the ones doing the composing was always yoongi and namjoon. He felt like his brain would melt down onto his desk and groans of distress would escape his lips from time to time.

You had just gotten home after a busy day, you entered jin’s work room to check on him when the sight of him just scratching his head in frustration worried you. You sighed heavily and put on the biggest smile ever before running slowly behind him and hugging him giving him the warmest back hug ever.

“Oh? You’re home!”
“Yeah.. is everything good?” You continue to converse with him while you were still wrapped around him.
“Everything is just a hundred times better because you’re here..”

YOONGI

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

You were just mindlessly eating your tub of ice cream while watching another season of your favorite show on Netflix, like you usually do when you have your days off. When you suddenly hear a loud frustrated scream coming from yoongi’s office.

You quickly check on your lover to see what’s been going on for the past few hours.
You enter yoongi’s office seeing him pick up pieces of paper all scattered around the room, you tried to figure out what happened for a sec before inching slowly to yoongi and back hugging him still tub of ice cream in hand.

“What the hell happened here min yoongi?” You say while giggling

“What? Oh. Did I disturb your Netflix+Ice cream+ couch for day off combo?” He says while smiling at you

“Yes.” You chuck out while pouting at yoongi.

“But its okay.. here!” You smile at him before feeding him a spoonful of your favorite ice cream

“Ah! No! That’s too much!”

Too late.

NAMJOON

Originally posted by bangdulce

All he was trying to do was get this over with. He was so done and tired. All he wanted was to finally join you in bed, snuggle you drown you in kisses and then you two fall asleep in each other’s arms, but unfortunately that wasn’t gonna happen. Well, at least he thought. Because when he threw that pen at the wall in frustration, he didn’t know you just had passed by his office. You came to him silently and  pulled him into a back hug

“Joonie..” you whisper quietly into his ear.

“That pen was mine.. and it was EXPENSIVE.” You slightly scream into his ear forcing him to pull away from you.

“Oh what? Really?” Namjoon says in surprise

“YES. NOW COME HERE.” You cling onto his back again and just… you can’t let go. You won’t let go

“Ah! Y/n I need to work..” namjoon pleads at you

“You need to make it up to me.” You say pouting.

“Alright, alright, I’ll buy you a new pen.” Namjoon tries to negotiate with you but you just won’t budge and is still wrapped around his back

“What? No way. I want you..” you say quietly

“W-what? What do you want?” Namjoon obviously shocked at your words

“I want you to sleep! Let’s sleep!!!” As you jump up and down trying to get him to go with you

“No.. I have to finish this..” joon quickly explains. And at that, you quickly changed your position and dragged him by the arm.

After maybe a couple of minutes of dragging this mountain he finally gives up and drowns you with all the snuggles he could offer.

HOSEOK

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Mr. Sunshine here has just been wondering where you were. He needed you, he needed his energizer. He was really tired and flustered because he didn’t expect namjoon to let him help with the new song for the album. He was hyped of course, but he just wasn’t prepared.  

As he just gave up on finding wherever the hell you are, he just decided to go back up stairs and continue to stress himself out.

Just then you came running up to him as he was climbing up the stairs to his work room

“Hobiiii!!!” You squeal giggling

“Sunshine!” Hoseok’s face just completely lights up with happiness

“What’s wrong? You seem kinda down..” you ask hoseok still engulfing him in your warmth

“Oh.. it’s just.. I was just looking for you! I just needed my little energizer” he says as his eyes fill with sparkles

“Anyways, this was the only thing i needed, y/n’s famous backhugs!” Hobi says with the purest smile ever

JIMIN

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jimin was just taking a five minute break from his torturous dance practice, it was already late at night when he decided he already wanted to work on the choreography of their new song. Meanwhile, you were texting and calling him, wondering why wasn’t he picking up or answering you, you came up to check on him and went to the dorms.

There, you found him stretching his arms eyes, already drooping and big sighs escaped from his lips.

As your eyes started to fill with worry, you rushed to your boyfriend and ran to him yelling

“SURPRISE ATTACK!!” While engulfing him into a warm and comforting back hug

A tired but genuine smile starts to spread across his face. He the pulls you away and faces you in front of him

“Well then, COUNTER ATTACK” he proceeds to say before giving you a kiss on the lips

“Hey! That’s not fair!” You laugh

TAEHYUNG

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Taehyung was always the one who wanted to write and compose his own songs, so naturally, he’d be bubbling up with excitement and just couldn’t sleep because he wanted to work on the song already.

But even the great, Kim Taehyung couldn’t avoid writer’s block. So he just sat there at your bedside which there laid a small desk and was just staring at this nice, clean blank sheet of paper. Growing more and more frustrated by the second.

Now you were equally as tired and frustrated, no because you needed to write a song too but because you needed to wake up early tomorrow, and taehyung’s loud groans of frustration didn’t quite help you sleep soundly.

You had just about enough and before he can even waste another perfectly good piece of paper you give him a really nice and calming back hug. Silence filled the room as taehyung became flustered by your gesture. Although the silence broke when you started whispering in his ear

“Can you please keep it down? Just join me in bed already…” you silently plead

“No.. this is just gonna be quick!” Taehyung counters

You then hugged him tighter almost giving him his last chance. He either joins you to bed or he’s suffocated to death.

“Uh-y-yeah.. I think this can wait until next morning..”

JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by yoosjiae

Being in the hell hole called the recording studio was absolute torture. Well not literally but when jungkook is there, there’s just this somewhat strange mysterious and scary aura surrounding him. He wasn’t even writing anything anymore. He was just blankly staring at the words he had written on a piece of paper, and when he’s done looking at those words, he just crumples the paper up and throws them away so this huge pile of crumpled paper is just scattered all over the studio.

You wanted to ask him what was wrong or what was happening, but you couldn’t. He was just trapped in his own bubble, he probably even forgot that you were there behind him sitting on the couch.

After quite some time of just quietly observing him, he finally turned around to look at you, your eyes met and you thought that this was probably your chance to ask him what the hell is going on.

“Is everything good there?” You ask giggling

“Eh, it’s nothing, really. You can go home if you want to, or go eat. I just need to finish this okay?” He says before hurriedly turning back again onto his desk.

You shook your head and let out a sigh before standing up and walking behind jungkook. You gave him a back hug which he was startled from. You then felt him lean back on your hug

“Ahh.. did I worry you too much?” Jungkook says

“Yeah.. rest for a bit okay..? Let’s go grab some food!” You plead

“Argh. Okay, if it’s what you want.” He grunts before giving you a little kiss.

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HELLO THIS IS MY FIRST REACTION OKAY BYE

destiel 1k. my first attempt at smut bye

Ah, ah, right there, oh

Sometimes, Cas worked himself too hard.

Fuck fuck fuuuuuck

He would get stuck on a certain chapter or scene, or a troublesome plot line would need fixing.

Keep going, don’t stop

He would pace and think and think and pace until his own spinning imagination became his enemy, until his rigorous work regimen stopped working in his favor, until his desk became a prison.

Fuck, you feel so good”

Sometimes Cas needed to get out of his head.

Yes yes yes

Some people did drugs. Some people took walks. Some people slept or meditated or laid in a relaxing bath.

Oh God, oh my God

Castiel preferred to call Dean Winchester.

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My Dancer

Originally posted by ryoutahkises

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Since requests are open could you write something about how you’re a dancer and Shawn comes to watch one of you performances and it completely blown away bc he’s never actually see a performance, just practices???? Thank youuuuu

Warning(s): Shitty writing??? Angst??? Fluff?? idk anymore

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this and i’m so sorry that it’s late but ITS HERE!!! AND IM SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT U ASKED FOR BUT I HOPE U ENJOY IT NONETHELESS


Friday, September 22, 2017

- Can you come pick me up from practice, please?

- Be there in 5 xx

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.1

A/N: AHHHHHHHH, I told y'all I’d be back for a sequel. I’m hoping this sequel gets just as much attention as the first series did, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed. If you’ve read the first series, then you already know that I’m all about drama and that’s exactly what this series is gonna be. Anyway, this is the first chapter and you all should look forward for many to come. If you’ve read the first series you know that I need 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter. Enjoy my lil nuggets💕

Oh and most of this chapter is in italics because they’re flashbacks.

**WARNING**: Nothing besides profanity, but I’m sure you knew that


**Previous Series: SugarDaddy!Cal **(Read this first)

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


The moment you found out you were pregnant you knew that shit was about to hit the fan.You weren’t just the average twenty year old, barely financially stable college student. No. You were also the girlfriend of a famous rockstar who is in a world famous band. Plus, you also happened to sleep with his best friend and bandmate before finding out you were pregnant, therefore have no clue who’s baby it is. On top of that you were being watched, loved, and even hated by millions of people daily. Oh, and how could you forget that you were helping your best friends plan their wedding as well? Life couldn’t be any better right?

So, here you are in your living room trying to ignore your overwhelming emotions by catching up on Supernatural and eating for two while your boyfriend is out somewhere angrily driving around on the streets. Oh, and what led him to doing that was catastrophic.

Let’s start from the very beginning, shall we? Only three weeks after you first found out about the new life growing inside of you.

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