just look at his slowly fading smile

MORNING AFTER WITH BTS || Friends version

waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?


★you and jin had shared a bed many times

★so waking up next to you wasn’t something that bothered him

★he was used to waking up with a dead arm because you were laid on it

★what did bother him was that the two of you were naked

★he’d scrunch up his face trying to piece the small bits of memory he had together

★the panic would rise slightly as he tried to remember if he was protected

★that would soon be quashed when he saw the foil wrapper on the bedside drawers

★he’d then begin to panic over what would happen when you woke up

★would you leave and never talk to him again?

★over something the two of you couldn’t even remember?

★he decided to just treat it like any other time you two wake up together

★he carefully moved you from his arm and onto a pillow

★pulled on a pair of pyjamas

★and went to cook breakfast for the two of you

★when you finally woke and went to find him in the kitchen he’d offer you a small smile

★’you’re making omelette?’

★’it’s your favourite’

★’no egg pun with that?’

★’my egg puns aren’t craking today’

★’oh thank god. i thought you were going to be off with me’

★’why would i do that?’

★’you might see me different after last night’

★’i do see you different’


★’i see you as a god/goddess. now sit down and have your breakfast’

★the two of you ate while talking about the last thing you remember from last night

★'it isn’t as bad as they make it look in movies. we haven’t screamed at eachother, nor do we regret it’

★’you don’t regret it?’

★’i got to sleep with the most handsome man in the world, what’s to regret?’

★’you’re such an idiot’


★more like afternoon after 

★you woke before him

★and decided it would be best to let the poor guy try get as much sleep as possible

★when you move to get off the bed to dress and leave, he’ll groan as his sleep was disturbed

★he’d watch you pull on your clothes then clear his throat

★’so that’s it? you’re not even going to tell me how i was?’

★’how do you not know how you were?’

★’i was drunk’

★’so was i’

★’well we’re just gonna have to do it again’

★when you threw a piece of clothing at him he’d laugh and sit up

★’you want to go get breakfast?’

★’it’s two in the afternoon’ 

★’we’re breaking the fast, Y/N. therefore it’s breakfast’

★’here’s me thinking i would have breakfast made for me’

★’i’m just as disgusted about last night i deserve compensation in the form of food also’

★when you frowned at his words, he’ll reach to pull you back onto the bed

★’it’s called a joke, love’

★he’d wrap the covers around you along with his arms

★he’d nuzzle his face into you

★and his hands would come to rest on your stomach under your shirt

★’i was serious about the doing it again thing. i’d like to do it again many times’ 

★’is that your way of asking me to be your friend with benefits?”

★’no, that was my way of asking if you’d be my girlfriend/boyfriend’

★’will i get breakfast in bed?’


★’then it’s a no from me’

★’you little shit’

★you’d both stay laid in bed until your stomach growled

★he’d order food from his phone

★’i could cook’

★’it would require you getting out of bed’

★’we can’t stay in bed forever’

★’not with that attitude you can’t’

★he really loves to play with your hands???

★he’ll trace shapes, lyrics, his shopping list

★when it’s time for you to leave, he’ll kinda just stretch out on the bed 

★and pout

★’take me up on my offer of going out with me’

★’why should i?’

★’because i never want to wake up without you again’


★softest gentleman to ever live

★when he got out of bed, he’d wrap the covers over you so none of you was exposed

★he’d go and start breakfast and make you both coffee

★when he returned to the room to see you waking up he’d turn to mush

★’breakfast is cooking. do you want to join me for a quick shower?’  

★’that would be lovely’

★’i’ve only got shower gel for me, so you’ll have to smell like me for a while’

★he’d help you out of bed and walk you to the bathroom  

★when under the water, he’ll massage your shoulders and back 

★’i could get used to this’ 

★he’d laugh and pull you back to him 

★’do you want to get used to it?’

★he’d sway with you in his arms

★’we should go eat’

★helps you get dried 

★let’s you wear something from his wardrobe

★gushes over it

★is a big ball of mush for you

★sits you on the sofa and spoon feeds you breakfast


★he’d warm with joy when he wakes up to see your naked form curled into him

★though his smile would quickly fade when he saw the bruises that decorated your skin

★his fingers would run over one slowly

★you’d give a groan in response and he’d move away quickly

★’why did you stop?’ 

★you moved to look up at him

★a frown of your own on your face when you saw his expression

★’do you want me to leave?’

★’no! no, it’s just that I made a mess of you’

★you’d look down to your chest and giggle at the purple spots you now adorned

★’it’s not funny! you should’ve stopped me!’

★’why? it obviously felt good’

★’it looks painful’

★’i think it looks pretty. a souvenir, if you will’

★his mood would lift back up at your laughing 

★he’d move to hover over you and kiss all over the marks  

★he’d help you get dressed 

★would try his best to brush you hair

★but ends up getting the brush stuck

★so he gives up and lets you take over

★this poor pup can’t cook for his life so out to mcdonalds you go

★he’d wrap his arm around you while you walked 

everything happens for a reason, you know’

★‘yeah, it was always destined for you to take me to mcdonalds for lunch’


★jimin took good care of you as your friend

★but after you’d been intimate hot damn be prepared to be treated like royalty

★you’d wake up on your own

★but a few seconds after you’d see him walk through the door with a tray in his hands

★’you’re not leaving until I’ve fed you’

★’who said i was planning on leaving?”

★you’d both giggle alot

★after eating breakfast together in bed, you’d flop next to him and sigh

★’tell me how much you liked it~’ 

★’it was alright’

★’alright? alright wouldn’t have made you moan like that’

★’how do you remember that?’

★’you don’t forget the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard’

★’shut up’ 

★he’d lay over you to stop you from getting up

★’are we still friends?’

★'you wanna be friends after i had you a quivering mess beneath me? i don’t think so. we’re walking away at least friends with benefits. but me being your boyfriend would be ideal’

★soft bub would turn red when you agreed to the whole dating thing

★he’d move to pin your arms on the bed and straddle your stomach

★’tell me you love me’

★’i don’t’

★’then why’d you say yes?’

★’you got a nice butt’

★would attack you with kisses


★if you think you could sneak out of bed think again

★he’d have his limbs wrapped around you so tight while you slept

★so when you woke up, you’d try to shimmy out of his grip

★but gave up shortly after 

★so you just laid and waiting for him to wake up

★and when he did you’d be smothered in kisses

★he’d be so happy that you’re still here

★’you didn’t leave?”

★’how could i leave when you’ve got me in a death grip?’

★’oh, sorry’

★he’d free you from the cage his limbs made 

★so you can finally stretch

★upon stretching you finally feel the numbness in your lower half

★b/c my boy goes h a r d 

★when he hears you wince, he frowns and pulls you close to him

★probably says ‘sorry’ 2343223 times

★will run a bath for you to ease some of the throbbing

★but ends up joining you 

★hums while washing your hair

★when you’re dried and dressed he’ll cook for you

★and by cook i mean make toast for you

★he’d sit opposite you, watching you eat

★’is there something on my face?’

★’you’re glowing’

★he’d giggle as your cheeks turned red

★’you look very pretty in the morning’

★’you’re very greasy in the morning’

★he wouldn’t let you out of his sight

★for some reason he thinks you’re ten times more fragile after sex

if another member comes near you he’ll wrap you close to him


★one huge misunderstanding

★you’d had to leave for whatever reason

★so when he woke up to find your side empty he frown

★and kinda just lay there

★trying to remember as much from last night as possible

★he thought you regretted it because you left

★so he wouldn’t text you

★he didn’t want to feel uncomfortable

★and you thought he didn’t text you beause he was ashamed 

★the two of you would just mope around

★the other members would be upset by the shift of mood

★they’d plan to lock you in a room until you sorted things out and things could go back to normal 



★’you alright?’

★’missed you a bit, but i’m good’

★’you missed me?’

★’yeah, not having you to talk to is awful’

★’i thought you were ashamed’

★’and i thought you were embarrased’

★’we didn’t speak for two weeks because of a misunderstanding?’ 

★’well when we’re done here you’re coming to the dorms and staying until further notice. I have two weeks to catch up on’ 

Fears Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: atliefloresdaprimavera

Prompt: Reader is Bills gf, and she’s a famous book author and she’s terrified of clowns. They both support each other and are each others biggest fans so when he tells her he got the role she swallows her fear (he knows about her phobia) and helped him prepare for the role, but she didn’t want to go to visit on set; but the kids are her fans and she went to visit them one day later he tells on interviews he was scared for their relationship because of the role.

Warning: None 

Originally posted by deathtown

Originally posted by carlaconce

You hummed as you wrote on the computer trying to figure out what to write for your new book. You at the moment we’re having the worst kind of thing an author can go through—writers block. You had tried to start a new book but it just ended up falling apart before it could even take off.

Even the best authors such as Stephen King and J.K Rowling had writers block. According to most you were considered one of those truly best selling authors but you didn’t really think of yourself as one of the best even though that was how you met your boyfriend the Bill Skarsgård.

He was one of your biggest fans and you were of him and then one day during a book signing you met and it was pretty much love at first sight. You looked up from your computer at the tv show currently playing on the TV, Supernatural. You were on the episode with Sam and the clown.

Your heart raced incredibly fast when you saw the clown and had to look back down at the computer to avoid watching. You were terrified, TERRIFIED of clowns. When you were little your older brother and his friends thought it would be a good idea to fill the cellar full of antique life size clown dolls both made for Halloween (aka motion activated) and just for decoration.

And no, they didn’t just leave you in there for a few minutes and then just let you out they left you in there all night. You had to go to therapy for 2 years just to get over not suddenly shrieking at the top of your lungs for several minutes when you saw a clown on the tv.

Even if it was a fun colorful clown with painted dimples and mouth you still had a bad breakdown. You continued to stare at your screen and try to figure out how to even start the story.

Once upon a time?

Once upon a dream? (Reference!)

So a man walks into a bar…?

You groaned and slumped down tapping your bottom lip in thought. Several minutes had passed and you still didn’t write anything down. Your prayers were sort of answered when Bill came in.

“Hey!” He called from across the condo.

“Hey honey! How was your day?” You called.

“Amazing. You won’t believe what role I got.” He replied walking into the living room.

“Ooh is it popular?” You asked picking up your mug of coffee.

“Yeah you know that movie IT? I’m playing Pennywise.”

You instantly choked on your drink coughing and hacking and placing the mug back on the coffee table to avoid dropping or spilling it. Bill rushed over gently patting your back as you wheezed and felt the rest of the coffee go down.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked.


Bill remembered your extreme clown fear and frowned, “I know your afraid of clowns so that’s why I came to you before I could accept.”

“Uh…yeah, I’m perfectly fine about it. Just don’t think about coming home dressed as a clown unless you want me to beat you to death with a bat.” You warned.

He smiled and kissed your head before saying, “Thanks baby. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sighed.

He walked off and you continued to stare at the blinking cursor.

So far the IT remake had been in production for a month now and Bill was doing a pretty good job making sure to not act like Pennywise when he arrives home. The first time he did slip up was with his creepy laugh.

You both were putting the dishes away and talking when he did the Pennywise laugh and your glass slipped and shattered onto the counter. Bill snapped his head towards you and saw you were staring at him wide eyed and paralyzed like there was a clown right behind him.

“Sorry I…”

“No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.” You said before walking off to get the duster.
Ever since then he’s been extra careful not to act or talk like his character.

3 months into production he had finally been able to meet the Losers kids. He talked to them when he was out of costume and when he mentioned you all their eyes lit up in a split second.

“Your dating (Name) (Last Name)???” Jaeden (aka Bill) asked.

“Yeah you know her?” Bill said.

“I love her book Deathly Dreams.” Sophia (Beverly) said her eyes twinkling. All their eyes were as they shared what books they loved the most.

“Can you please bring her down here? My life would be complete if I got her autograph and got to talk to her.” Wyatt (Stan) pleaded.

“Pleeeaaase?” All the Losers nearly begged making puppy eyes.

Bill laughed knowing he was out matched against the seven kids (both in and out of character) and calmly said, “Alright, alright. I’ll try to get her down here.”

They cheered and Bill frowned hoping you’d be up for it. Maybe if he just tried to avoid you in costume like he did with the kids you’d be fine.


Later that night he bit his lip as he came home to find you were sitting in front of your computer typing your book.

“Hey sweetie.” He greeted kissing your head.

“Hey honey.” You replied picking your head up for a lip kiss instead.

He eagerly did and sat down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders making you look at him concerned.

“What?” Bill asked.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“No your just looking tense.” He replied.

“Well how did filming go today?” You asked turning your head to continue to type.

“Good. I uh…talked to the kids…and they’re actually big fans of you.”

“Really?” You asked snapping your head towards him.

“Yeah. They were fangirling over you.”

“Awww that’s so sweet.” You giggled.

“Well…um…they also wanted to see you.”

Your smile faded slowly realizing why he was doing that. He wanted you to come onto the set to see the kids but…he would be in his character and…oh no.

“I mean you don’t have to we can just-”

“N-No it’s fine, I’ll go. I mean I kind of always wanted to see a movie behind the scenes with my own eyes. Maybe it’ll help me with this stupid book.” You said.



“You sure?”

“Bill, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.

“Alright.” He sighed.

The next day you went in with him and got to meet the director Andy who was also a big fan of your books. He lead you over to where the children were for makeup and as soon as you walked in they recognized you and nearly tackled you in a hug fangirling.

“Oh my gosh your (Name) (Last Name)!” Jack (Eddie) squealed.

“Yes I am.” You smiled feeling like you were floating in space.

A famous horror movie director and 7 soon-to-be famous kids loved your books?

Who knew?!

You took selfies with them, signed their books, talked to them, until you needed to use the bathroom. Good news was you were in a warehouse so you didn’t have to do your business in the woods or in a porta potty.

Bad news was you were lost trying to find your way back from the bathroom.

You were sure you had gone too far deep into the warehouse and now were wandering around the creepy place looking everywhere. You couldn’t find anyone to ask where you were so you were alone, becoming scared, and confused.


You sighed as you continued to wander your footsteps echoing. You heard the sound of laughter and shuddered remembering that laugh. A clown’s laugh. It sounded so familiar to the one over a decade and a half ago when you were in the cellar. Your heart was racing as you tried to get away from the source of the laughs.

Fear was overtaking your mind as you hurried to find your way out looking left and right. The echoes only seemed to be getting closer but you couldn’t tell if it was you  or the thing releasing the laughter going closer.

You finally came into a room and your blood ran ice cold and your heart seemed to stop dead. Standing there was a clown. Your brain was so filled with fear that it didn’t recognize that it was Bill.

If anyone saw him really unless they knew they wouldn’t be able to recognize him underneath all the makeup. You surely didn’t. When the clown turned to face you your skin turned paper white and your breath was trapped in your throat.

“(Name)?” Bill said in his real voice.

He started walking towards you and you took several steps back before running.

“(Name)!” Bill called.

He watched as you ran as fast as you could which was faster than him.

“(Name)!” He called.

“Leave me alone!” You screamed.

You ran into a closet and slammed the door shut hyperventilating. You ran your fingers through your hair and curled up in the corner feeling incredibly dizzy and sick.

“(Name)? (Name) please, where are you?” He asked.

You weren’t able to reply back gasping too hard. It hurt to breathe. You heard the knock on the door and you shuddered, “(Name)? You in here?”

“Bill I’m so scared.” You sobbed.

“(Name), it’s just me. Okay. I’m dressed as Pennywise but I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”


“Can I come in?” He asked.


“(Name), I need a yes or a no…”

You took a deep breath before firmly replying, “Yes.”

The door opened and you squeaked and curled in on yourself. Despite this Bill walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.

“(Name), please don’t be scared. It’s me Bill.”

You slowly opened your eyes but you could still only see the clown. Your heart was pounding so fast your body had told you to get up and run but Bill was quicker and pulled you to his chest in a hug. You frantically panicked nearly hyperventilating as you tried to get away.

“(Name), it’s just me. It’s just me.” He whispered comfortingly.

He took off his silk glove and reached up to his eye before taking off one of the yellow contact lenses revealing his actual blue-green ones. You gradually relaxed and leaned onto his chest.

Under all that latex and makeup you could still smell his cologne letting you know it was indeed him. You wrapped his arms tightly around him taking slow breaths to calm yourself down.

“You okay now?” He asked after a few minutes.

You nodded and he smiled and nuzzled your forehead since he’d smear his lipstick.

“You actually helped me get over my fear of clowns.” You said softly.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile noticing your lips were tainted a light red. Bill placed his eye contact back on and you shuddered but otherwise didn’t run away.

“I love you.” Pennywise said softly.

“I love you too.” You giggled, “And your little clown nose too.”

“Yeah I brought my girlfriend who is like terrified of clowns to the set to ya know meet the kids and, um, she ended up getting lost and found me when I was deep in character as the clown and…yeah I scared her really badly. I thought she was going to break up with me but she didn’t…. I have the best girlfriend ever…”

Epilogue: I really liked this prompt idea cuz I’m terrified of clowns and like Bill is equal parts sexy and scary. Idk that’s just me. Thanx for reading! :3!

Breeding Time.

Hi guys! It’s Raphaëlle talking! Hope you were good to Santa this year. But in all honestly, I preferred you when you’re naughty ;)

Submission of Thunder-Banger 

Disclaimer: Smut. Breeding kink. Daddy kink. Swearing. If you are a prude, you’ll may want to scratch your eyes out.

Words : 2537


Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly. 


It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you thought it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed. 

At some point, it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, an helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoisted the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere. 

 The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.

 It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.

 When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer. 

 You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J. 

 The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep. 


 You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips. 

 Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand. 


 His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious. 

 “What the fuck J!” 

 When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight. 

 “What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.” 

 “But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you. 

 “I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.” 

 “Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.” 

 “Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.” 

 “J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.” 

 Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over. 

 “Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?” He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer. 

 “ANSWER!” He screamed. 

 “Y-yes, J.” 

 “J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?

 You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight. 

 “Yes, Daddy.” 

 He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.

 “Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.” 

 You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look. 

 “What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!” 

 He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing. 

 Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties. 

 You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own. 

 Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face. You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair. 

 “Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.” 

 You stay still. 

 “What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You sucked a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?” 

 You bite your lips at his obscene words. 

 “You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?” 

 “I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed. 

He show you his metal teeth. 

 “Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.” 

 Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking. 

 His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands. 

 “You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up. 

 “Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.” 

 “You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.” 

 “I’m sorry Daddy…” 

 “Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.” 

 Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.

 “You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.

 You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look. 

 “That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you. 

 You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him. 

 Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt. 

My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!” 

 Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you. 

 Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was. 

 "You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“ 

 ”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.

 His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled. 

 ”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered. You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.

 You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt. 

 ”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“ 

 He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt. 

 “Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.” 

 J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you. 

 He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his babygirl. 

 ”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“ 

 You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck. 

 He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever. The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed. 

 ”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!

 Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him. 

 You could tell he was close to cum. 

 ”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“ 

 When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock. 

 “Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt. 

 “Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock. 

 “God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp. 

 Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly. 

 “You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once. 

 “And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again. 

 "Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.

The Good Girl’s Bad Boy

@trickydillion asked

“Can you do the good bad boy for Yoongi too? And when they go on the date some guys start coming onto the reader and Yoongi protects them? Sorry you don’t have to just asking…”


PAIRING:Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Badboy! AU,  School AU! Fluff

Word count: 1.3k


When your date with Min Yoongi is interrupted because of unwanted attention, you finally see the good man behind the bad boy. 

A/N: I loved writing it.This is the lil brother of The Good Bad boy! Please give it a lot of love too. I hope you enjoy reading this :) 


Originally posted by bubblepop2107

Anger was building up in you as paper planes kept on hitting your desk. You stormed off to Yoongi’s  desk as you had enough. “What the hell is your problem Yoongi?” you yelled, the eyes of your fellow classmates turning towards you both. Yoongi was sitting on his chair with his feet propped up on his desk, tie hanging loosely off his neck and a lollipop stick dangling off his lips. The moment you laid eyes on him all traces of anger were placed by nervousness.

He slammed his hands on the table before he stood up. “I” he stepped towards you. “Am” you stepped back. This happened until you found yourself in an isolated corner of the class with Yoongi’s hands caging you in. “asking where our date should be” he bent down to your eye level.  You avoided his gaze because your stomach knotted every time you looked at him. With your eyes travelling everywhere except for resting on his face you answered. “ I never said yes” at which he chuckled. “I never asked sugar” he whispered.

“Tell you what. I promise I wont touch you without your permission.” he said aloud and you could hear your classmates gasp in shock. These were not the words anyone in school expected to hear from him because Yoongi was the bad boy and boys weren’t supposed to be so respectful “I wont even kiss you without your permission” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Your head finally snapped in his direction and he smirked, satisfied with your response. “I’ll pick you up at 7” he turned around and walked away to his desk ready to start a very long day and you stood completely stunned in your spot because Min Yoongi had just asked you out.

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Unrequited (Peter Parker x Reader)

a/n: Okay, I’m not new to writing or anything but this IS my first post on this brand spanking new account! I hope you guys like it!

warning: lots of angst and all that

summary: reader pines after Peter, who doesn’t realize it as he’s infatuated with Liz

I can’t say my heart didn’t break a little more each and every time I caught Peter staring at or blushing over Liz Allen. She was so freaking gorgeous, and in all honesty perfect in every single way, except for her personality maybe. Even though Peter and I had been the best of friends for years, I could never compare to how much love and adoration he had for the girl, and it broke me every single day.

I sighed heavily, trying to shake the depressing thoughts from my mind as I continued walking to school. I don’t know how it happened and I wish it never had, but one day I just woke up and saw Peter in a whole new way. He had just come over to my apartment for our weekly movie night, which had been our tradition since we were little kids.

I heard a knock sound from the front door, signaling that my best friend was probably waiting on the other side.

“Come in Peter! The doors open!” I shook my head, since he should already know that after coming to my house countless of times.

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You Talk Too Much

 Original or requested: Original

 Pairing: Loki x Reader

 Word count: 1.039

 Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.

 “Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.

 “On your knees.”

 Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.

 “You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”

 Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.

 “Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.

 “You dare to…”

 “Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.

 “Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”

 “What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”

 “Why should I even listen to you?”

 “It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”

 “I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.

 You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.

 After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.

 “Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”

 “I’m not the kind of person who…”

 “Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”

 “You’re not my king.”

 “Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”

 “Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”

 “You talk too much.”

 “I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.

 “What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.

 “Nothing. I’m just starving. ”

 “I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”

 “If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”

 “I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”

 “How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.

 A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.

 “A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.

 You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.

 “I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.

 “Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”

 “I did.”

 You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?

“You’re a jerk!”

“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.

 “Oh my God. You are so funny.”

 “I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.

 “You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”


 “Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”

 “I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.

 “You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”

 “You say it like it’s a curse.”

 “It isn’t.”

 “Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.

 “I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”

 “If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”

 “Now, tell me all your sorrows.”

 “We may take some hours.”

 Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

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Red Fire (Crowley x Reader x Lucifer) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by crowleysloverr

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Summary: You’re Crowley’s personal, little pet and you enjoy every second of it. But when you hear that a more powerful creature is held prison by Crowley, you decide it’s time to move up on the ladder.

A/N: This is just 4000 words of pure, filthy porn but I regret nothing. Set in S12 E15

Tags: @socktrollqueen @tori-supernatural @karlamoriarty

Warnings: SMUT, So much smut everywhere, Explicit Language, Pet Play, Blow Job, Facial, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal.

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For You{3}[Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:Thank you so much for still being here,reading “For You”!I love you all<3-M

tags: im-a-fandom-slut    @gamesandremixes     @shamless-wolfies     @leviathan-cas-05   writing-in-riverdale     k-illdarlings   

vszzsv     deanilostmyshoe

part 1     part 2     part 4     part 5

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

She wasn’t sure of what she wanted to do first.Yell at him?Slap him?Interrogate him?She didn’t know if it was justified for her to be angry.Because everyone knew that Moty wasn’t one of the best people out there.Maybe Jeff was just trying to protect her!But still,it was so stupid of him to act that way because him and Y/N weren’t even friends.It was all too much.That boy had no chill.

And when she was finally standing in front of him,boiling in anger,her hands turned into fists, she couldn’t help but notice how drunk he was.Why had he done that to himself?Was it because of her?No,no that would be so wrong.

“What the hell is your problem Jeff?”She shouted and pushed him back.

Jeff didn’t stumble.He didn’t even move an inch.He just winked and gave her an innocent smile.A smile that Y/N had never seen before.It was like he was telling her that everything was okay.If the situation hadn’t been like that,she definitely  would have smiled back.

Y/N couldn’t form any words.He was playing with her.He found it funny.Making a scene and hurting a person was a joke to Jeff Atkins.He was impossible.At that moment,even spending a minute to talk to him seemed useless.She immediately regreted coming to him and his friends,who by the way,were focused on Moty and his bloody mouth.

“You know what?I am so sick of your behavior towards me!Whenever i walk by you always throw angry glances at me like i did something horrible to you!I never did!Yesterday, you yelled at me,calling me annoying in front of everyone!And i believed it!I let your stupid  words sink in and affect me!And now you just punch Moty like it means nothing to you because we were having a conversation?Why Jeff?Why?Why me?”

She was crying.She told herself that she’d never let it happen.But nothing always goes as planned,right?Her voice was shaking while she spoke.She wished she had stayed at home.She would have called Clay to come over and watch a movie.They would have eaten pizza and having to confront Jeff would just be an event in another parallel universe.

Jeff was just standing there,listening to every word she said.His smile had faded completely.There was a huge frown on his face and he was constantly biting the inside of his cheek.Emotions started flooding him.He could finally see what had gone wrong;his approach.

Whoever was out of the house that night had witnessed everything.Moty and Jeff’s friends were all shockingly watching Y/N slowly break.

The girl didn’t know she had drawn attention.Only when she took a look around her,did she realize.She coucln’t take the pressure any longer.Dazed as she was,she just felt the need to leave.For good.She didn’t expect a proper response from Jeff.She didn’t care anymore.

“There’s only one thing i want from you Atkins.And that is to never bother me again.Ever.” She said steadily.She had started to calm down.Wiping away her tears and shaking her head in dissapointment,she turned around and started walking away;it was time for her to go home.

She didn’t dare to look back.She didn’t want to.Jeff Atkins was an ass and she regreted liking him even the slightest.Her home wasn’t too far from Jessica’s but it seemed like she had been walking for hours.Suddenly,hearing someone yelling her name,made her frozed dead in her tracks.She knew who it was.And instead of running,she just stood there,immobile.

“Y/N,i made a mistake,please let me explain!” Jeff came running from behind her and stopped right in front of her cold body.He looked,sad,almost broken.

“Jeff,just go back to the party.I’m pretty sure there are many girls begging for you to even look at them.” She said in a low voice,avoiding his gaze.

“But there’s only one girl i want to look at and that’s you!” He said and gave her a weak smile that she didn’t return.

Her stomach started flipping.She felt like she couldn’t breathe.Every single word coming from his mouth were like knives,they were stabbing her slowly and torturously.

“You’re drunk Jeff,you don’t know what you’re saying.”She said and tried to push past him but he didn’t let her.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,sweetheart..” He winked at her but she didn’t react.She was done for the night.Jeff Atkins was just a pain in the neck.

“Will you walk me home?I’m sure you don’t want a drunk man being in the middle of the road all alone at night,i could be hit by a car or something…”

Y/N bit her lip.He was right.Jeff was a pain in the ass but she wouldn’t let him stumble here and there alone.She cared so freaking much.More that he’d ever know.



request: “draco x reader with prompt 3 & 9 from the list please” — by anon

a/n: sorry if this was kinda short. hope you like it x

3. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
9. “For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.”

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     There has always been an unknown reason why both you and Draco loved annoying each other. Well, he didn’t try to get on your nerves as much as he did with Potter — which was a good thing — but he did exert great effort to piss you off until you snapped and screamed at him. And as payback, you began to do the same; thus, that was the beginning of your love-hate relationship with him throughout the years of your stay in Hogwarts.

     You were fuming as you rush down the steps on the moving staircases, praying that they won’t change direction or else you were seriously going to hex someone in anger. It was one of times when you were obviously not in a good mood, and right now, the culprit who could be blamed for your sourness was Cormac McLaggen.

     Just as you were about to enter the Great Hall for dinner, Draco Malfoy blocked your way, his sidekicks nowhere in sight which was unusual.

     “Not now, Malfoy.” you gritted your teeth with your forehead still wrinkled.

     He blocked your path when you marched forward. “Y/L/N, what has gotten your knickers in a twist this time?”

     “Not now.” you repeated.

     “What is it?”

     “Malfoy, what part of not now do you not understand?” you glared at him.

     Draco only chuckled. “Let me guess, McLaggen’s pursuing you again? Well, let me tell you, he doesn’t have great taste if he began courting you after he was tired of Granger.”

     He was at least right about something. Cormac had tried to hit on you, backing you up against the wall thinking it was pleasing when you were actually very disgusted by his actions. He then tried to ask you out on a date, which you politely declined, but since he was so full of himself he didn’t take it well.

     You blankly stared at Draco. “Are you done insulting me because if you are I’ll be going now.” you tried to walk pass his way again but this time he held onto your elbow quite firmly.

     He locked his eyes with yours and for a minute there, you thought it showed concern. “If there’s something more that I hate other than mudbloods —” you scoffed at that “— it’s knowing someone out there annoys you more than I do. So, I’ll ask again, what is it?”

     “It doesn’t matter.” you pull away from his hold. “Let’s just say if I had to choose between you and Cormac, I’d choose you. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

     “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” mused Draco.

     You slowly felt your anger fading away, “Yeah, I guess.” you snorted, a small smile creeping on your features.

     The boy in front of you raised his eyebrows, “Well, will you look at that. For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.

     “Funny. Don’t push your luck too much, Malfoy.” the smile was still there.

     Draco tucked his hands inside his pockets. “You never answered me, though. What happened?”

     You shrugged. “Nothing. He just got mad I didn’t say yes when he asked me out. Couldn’t take the shame of someone rejecting him, that no good wanker.”

     The both of you chuckled shortly before you looked at the Great Hall, your eyes landing on your house’s table.

     “Well, I’ll get going now. Your friends are probably waiting for you, anyway.” you started striding inside.

     “Y/L/N,” he called just as you were about to walk any farther, one of your eyebrows raising up in question. “If McLaggen bothers you again, tell me about it, would you?”

     You were surprised by what he said; nonetheless, you chuckled and nodded. “Planning to tell your father about it?” you teased and it was his turn to roll his eyes this time.


     Draco then walked inside the Great Hall as well, sitting down beside his cronies at the Slytherin table while you successfully joined your own group of friends. Though just as you sat down and helped yourself with some food, you swore you could feel your blood rising up to your cheeks because of what just happened, resulting you into shaking your head in amusement.


“Harry they all look the same.” You saw him roll his eyes at you as you took a seat on the plush couch in the middle of the Gucci store.

When Harry called you and asked for you to accompany him on a shopping trip you knew this is where the two of you would end up. What you didn’t expect was to spend half an hour looking at four pairs of black boots that all looked the same.

“This one has a buckle on it,” You turned your head and let out a sigh as Harry picked up one of the boots. “This one has some nice fringe like detail and the other is jus like plain.” Harry was now standing in front of you with two of the boot options in his hands.

“Get the plain one.” Your answer made him tilt his head and furrow his brows as he stared at the two boots in his hands. “Or get them all.” You added making him roll his eyes.

“If ya help me make this decision I will get you one of those sweatshirts that’s like mine you’re always trying to swipe from my closet.” Harry knew that would get your full attention, you quickly stood up and walked over towards the other pairs of boots he was contemplating on buying. He followed you and stood behind you as you tapped your index finger to your chin while giving each boot a once over.

“The plain one is still what I️ would go with.” You turned around and grabbed the plain boot out of his hand causing him to shoot you a confused look. “You have boots with details, from buckles to fringe. But what you don’t have is a simple plain black boot.” You added and this made him nod his head in agreement, he leaned over and placed the other boot he has holding back on the display table.

“I agree, need a boot to wear fo my mo casual days.” This made you laugh as Harry slung his arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked towards the front of the store.

“Now about that sweatshirt.” You looked around the store and a small frown took over your face once you realized they didn’t have any out. Harry just pulled you closer to his side once the two of you made it to the counter so Harry could pay for his boots.

“Can have mine love.” He whispered in your ear before placing a quick kiss to the top of your head. He dropped his arm from your shoulder so he could pull his wallet out from his back pocket. You took this opportunity to walk around the store to avoid hearing the absurd dollar amount Harry was about to drop of a pair of shoes.

You were in front of the store by a window looking at a purse when you heard it, it was a quiet tapping and when you heard it again you turned your head and looked around the store. You only saw Harry and the lovely man who was currently ringing him up. When you turned to look out the window your eyes went wide when you saw you were face too face with an excited fan and her iPhone. You looked around and saw a group of fans outside the door waiting for their chance to see Harry, this wasn’t anything new to you but it still always took you off guard when they snapped pictures of you as well.

“I really didn’t think they would find us here.” You heard Harry let out a groan as his free hand ran through his hair. You just pulled your sunglasses out of your purse and slid them on your face as you walked towards the doors. “Oh, not so fast love.” You felt Harry’s hand grip around your wrist causing you to stop moving and turn your head so you could look at him.

“Want to go out the back?” You questioned and when he saw him start biting at his bottom lip you knew he was thinking of a plan in his head. He released your wrist and you took out his phone and before you could ask who he was calling he put it up to his ear and walked off.

“Okay, I’m going to go out the back where Jeff will be waiting and you go out the front and just head towards the coffee shop.” Harry’s words quickly took you out of your daydream and back to reality. You gave him a confused look as you slid your glasses up to hold your hair back so you could stare at him.

“Harry we can both go out the back, it’s not a big deal.” You reassured him but he just slid on his own sunglasses as he turned to looked at you.

“I can’t be seen with you right now.” You felt your heart drop a bit as his words sunk in. “I’ve had too many rumors about me dating whoever I’ve been see with recently and I don’t need another one at the moment.” You knew he wasn’t happy about people assuming he was dating everyone he was seen with but he never let it affect the two of you before until today.

“People know we aren’t dating Harry.” You shot at him in attempts to make him change his mind about letting you leave with him. “They know me, we’ve been seen together quite a bit and no one has started a rumor.” You added and when he just let out a sigh you thought maybe you had gotten to him.

“Don’t want to risk it.” With that he spun around on his heels as his phone beeped making you assume that it was probably Jeff letting him know he was outside. “Meet you at the coffee shop.” He shouted over his shoulder as he quickly made his way towards the back of the shop and when you heard the back door open and slam closed you felt your heart sink.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly as you slid your sunglasses back on and headed towards the door. You put on your best smile as you pushed the door open and when the fans soon realized it was just you their smiles faded to looks of disappointment.

“Where is Harry? He left you?” You tired to ignore the slight stinging sensation behind your eyes as the girl you had seen earlier through the window stood in front of you.

“Had an emergency come up.” Was all you said before walking past her and down the sidewalk towards the coffee shop, you saw the black SUV turn the corner and you smiled when you saw it drive towards the coffee shop. Your smile quickly faded as you saw it drive past it, You rolled your eyes as you felt you phone vibrating in your back pocket. You slid your thumb over the lock screen and brought it to your ear as you crossed the street.

“Don’t be mad,” you couldn’t help but let out a sigh as Harry’s voice filled your ear. “Jeff needs me to go over a few things. I will see you at the house tonight. Don’t let Niall pick the movie until i get there. Love you, bye.” And with that you heard the line go dead, you shook your head in hopes to make the tears threatening to slide down your face go away as you slid the phone back into your pocket. You quickly just decided to skip the coffee and head back home thanking the heavens that you didn’t live far.

“He did what?” Niall shouted from the kitchen as you plopped down onto the sofa in your living room. You had just gotten done telling him about your little shopping trip with Harry and to say he was upset was a mild understatement. You just reached for the soft throw blanket that was behind your head as Niall made his way into the living room.

“He doesn’t want to risk it, totally understand that. I mean who would want a rumor going around they were dating me?” You explained as you pulled the blanket down and threw it over your lap.

“Now dats a load of shit and you know it.” You felt Niall sit down next to you and you instinctively leaned into his side as his arm found its way around your waist so he could pull you closer. “He’s a right dickhead fo makin ya walk out da front instead of leavin wit ya. Gonna give em a piece of me mind when he shows up.” You felt Niall’s grip on you tighten as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I know he didn’t mean it in a rude way Ni.” Your voice was low and you couldn’t help but sniffle a little, you hadn’t even noticed you had tears coming out of your eyes until you reached up and wiped your face with the back of your hand.

“Bloody hell, when did it decide to get cold outside? We live in California for crying out loud.” You sat up a bit when you heard Harry complain as he walked through the front door. Niall quickly got up from his position on the couch and you knew by the look on his face he was about to let Harry have it.

“Better question is when da ya turn into an absolute prick Styles?” Niall crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at a very confused looking Harry who just shrugged off his jacket before hanging it up on the coat hook by the door.

“Am I s’posed to know what the hell you’re goin on about?” Harry shot back at him as he walked towards the kitchen. Niall rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms as he followed Harry into the kitchen.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before standing up and throwing the soft blanket back onto the couch before turning and heading for the kitchen. You knew if you left Niall in there alone with Harry there would soon be plates and mugs being thrown and that was never fun to clean up later.

“Ya jus gonna up and leave her and Make her walk out into da swarm of fans fo what? To avoid a bloody rumor?” You watched the realization of Niall’s words hit Harry as his face went from a scowl to a look of almost horror as he looked over towards where you were leaned against the entry way of the kitchen.

“She could’ve gotten hurt Harry, all over a stupid bloody rumor that wouldn’t even be dat bad for ya to have goin around right now mater of fact.” Niall snapped at him as he glared back at Niall who took a step in front of you when he saw Harry make a move towards you.

“Oh come off it Niall, not gonna hurt her.” Harry argued causing Niall to roll his eyes as he stood between you and Harry. “I wasn’t thinking.” He added causing Niall to laugh and shake his head.

“No fookin shit ya weren’t thinkin.” This made you laugh a little causing Niall to look over his shoulder at you and shoot you a little wink. You watched Harry let out a huff as he stepped to the side in attempts to be able to reach his hands out towards you but Niall just smacked them down causing Harry’s jaw to clinch, a clear sign he was getting annoyed.

“Niall, move.” Harry’s tone was one of annoyance mixed with anger and you just gave Niall a small smile when he looked at you as if to ask for your permission before moving to the side.

“Make her cry again mate and we will be throwin hands. Dats a promise.” With that you felt Niall lean down and place a quick kiss to your cheek before turning and making his was back to the living room.

You heard Harry let out a sigh of relief as he finally was able to step closer to you and reach for your hands. You slowly looked up towards his face as you felt him intertwine your fingers with his, the corners of his mouth were turned down into a slight frown as you saw his eyes scan over your features.

“I’m so sorry love.” He squeezed your hands as he ducked down a bit so he could look you in the eyes. “I’m an absolute ass, I️ shouldn’t have left ya to face the fans alone. I don’t know why I did that.” You could tell by his tone that he was sorry, but it didn’t really help you feel any better about the situation.

“I know why you did it, you don’t want anyone thinking we are dating. I get it, you have rumors flying around about you all the time. Don’t need one involving me added to the mix.” You dropped your attention from his eyes to the floor so you didn’t have to see his face drop even more as the words came out of your mouth.

“I don’t want you to be a target princess.” You felt him drop one of your hands so he could place his thumb under your chin and lift your head so you were once again looking him in the eyes. “I don’t care if people think we are dating, hell half the nation thinks Niall and I are dating.” You couldn’t help but smile as Harry dropped his hand from under your chin.

“Ha! Ya bloody wish we was datin! Damn good boyfriend I am!” You saw Harry roll his eyes as Niall shouted from the living room causing you to laugh as Harry shook his head.

“What I mean is that I just don’t want you to be a target for anyone to say anything mean or untrue about you love, I am truly sorry fo makin ya walk out the front while I ran off through the back. I still can’t believe I did that, I’m sorry you thought I just didn’t wanna be seen with you.” You felt him drop your other hand and soon you hand his arms wrapped around your shoulders and was being pulled towards his chest. You slowly wrapped your arms around his middle and gave him a little squeeze so he knew it was okay.

“Don’t do it again.” You mumbled into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. He began rocking you back and forth a little as his hold on you tightened.

“So sorry fo makin ya cry petal,” you felt his chin rest on the top of your head as he pulled you as close to him as possible. “Won’t happen again.” You just smiled and nodded as you saw Niall enter the kitchen with a huff and a roll of his eyes as he saw the two of you hugging.

“So about that sweatshirt?” You teased as you lifted your head up from his chest.

“Better buy her da whole store.” Niall stated as he walked over and smacked Harry upside the head causing Harry to drop his arms from your shoulder and try to smack Niall back but he quickly dodged his hands and headed for the fridge. “Dat was for makin her cry again. Told ya we would be fightin.” Harry looked down at you with wide eyes as he made sure you didn’t have any new tears streaming down your face.

“She’s not cryin ya dick.” With that Harry walked over and smacked Niall in the back as he was reaching into the fridge for one of his beers he kept on the bottom shelf. Niall flinched and almost smacked his head on the top shelf of the fridge.

“Jus fo tha I’m pickin the movie tonight.” You rolled your eyes as you watched them bicker at each other like an old married couple. Harry crossed his arms over his chest and pouted as he looked over at you.

“Oh no, I’m not in this. You two figure it out, I will be waiting in the living room.” You explained as you turned and left them standing in the kitchen. You took your usual spot in the middle of the couch covered with your blanket as you heard the two of them argue over if it was a romantic comedy or action movie type of night.

“Well ya made her cry so you don’t get ta pick anythin for tonight. Dats yer punishment.” You held back a giggle at Niall’s words, and soon you saw Harry walk into the living room and drop down next to you looking defeated. You placed a hand over his thigh and gave it pat.

“We are watchin a good ole action movie and havin Chinese!” Niall exclaimed as he sat down in the loveseat after grabbing the remote to the TV off the coffee table. You laughed as you heard Harry let out a groan and run his hands over his face.

“I will buy you the whole Gucci store if you tell him you don’t want Chinese food.” Harry whispered in your ear as he pulled you a little closer to him. You laughed and shook your head no at him making a playful whine come from his lips.

The rest of the night Niall made sure to point out that Harry didn’t get a say in anything from what action movie we were going to watch all the way to what he ordered from the Chinese restaurant.
You knew Harry was sorry by the way he made it a point to tell you he loved you every so often during the night, even made sure he left you a certain pink sweatshirt on the end of your bed when he went to go put his new boots away in the closet of the spare bedroom.

You had forgiven Harry because you understood he didn’t care if you were seen together, it happened all the time but at this moment he just didn’t want you to get he same amount of hate the other people he was seen out and about with were receiving. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to deliberately hurt you, this was just his way of protecting you. If there was one thing you knew about Harry and Niall it was that they would do anything to protect you and that’s something you loved about them.

The Tenth Floor pt14

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

“Jesus christ, what did you do?” Taehyung’s question was not welcomed.

“Me?” Yoongi scoffed, shooting a glare in Taehyung’s direction. “What did I do?” You had left shortly after Yoongi agreeing to pay you time and a half for Saturday night–which, looking back, Taehyung should have been forced to pay. It was his idea for you to come along in the first place. But somehow, it was Yoongi that you seemed the most vengeful towards for the moment, and he suspected arguing with you over the matter wouldn’t go over well. “You’re the one who caused this whole mess.”

Your threats didn’t hold quite as much weight as you probably thought they did. The company had been sued before, and what few people realized was that as long as the company agreed to pay whatever amount the court deemed appropriate without complaint, cases were rarely made into a big deal. However, it would shake the board’s faith in Yoongi drastically, which could be hard to repair if Taehyung decided to take the opportunity to meddle. You going to the press was a slightly bigger concern for the company, because you were right about the stocks falling. Yoongi was willing to bet that you wouldn’t go that far though–at least not yet.

Yoongi’s biggest concern at the moment was what the hell had just happened, and why. He knew there was something going on with you, and that you were mad at him, but he wasn’t prepared for this.

“You told her we were step brothers.” Taehyung accused. “Please, tell me how the fuck that was supposed to help your situation with her?”

“I thought you told her.” He said flatly.

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Home (Sidlink oneshot)

Here’s some more sidlink. This one is really short and fluffy but oh well.

Pairing: Sidlink (prince sidon x link)

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild

Rating: G

Word Count: 689 (Wow this one is really short sorry.)

Warnings: PDA

Most people just looked at Link strangely whenever he talked about ‘home.’ Out of all the places he had discovered during his travels, why would the Zora Domain be the one he considered ‘home’?

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Movie Night Part 4

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2775

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, swearing, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) bite marks, fingering, slight oral, mention of a blow job. Fluff, yucky love stuff.

A/N: HJM, thank you so much for your request. I liked it a lot and I really hope I did it justice and brought your idea to life!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three


Click. Click. Click.

You blew out a frustrated breath and dropped your pen before the clicking drove you crazy. The stupid nervous tic had started about an hour ago as you stared at the e-mails in front of you.

Tony was not going to like what Secretary Ross had to say about the Singapore mission. The United Nations wasn’t very happy either.

You propped your elbows on your desk and lowered your head into your hands. You pressed your thumbs into your temples and tried to will the headache away.

Think happy thoughts.

Bucky popped into your head. A small smile played on your lips. He had left you with plenty to think about the night before he left for Singapore with the team.

Whoever said that romance was dead, clearly had never been with Bucky Barnes.

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tenerife sea - peter parker

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Being in love is never easy. Especially when there are two different hearts belonging to different endings.

In creation with the song ‘Tenerife Sea’ by Ed Sheeran.

requested: no

warnings: slight language, SAD FLUFF IM SORRY

words: 2432

a/n: this is sad but it’s really sweet so i hope u like:) love u all <333 and you can listen to the song here :) (gif creds to owner, not mine)


You look so wonderful in your dress. I love your hair like that. The way it falls on the side of your neck, down your shoulders and back.

The delicate, lively way her hair glided softly down her smooth skin, all the way to her shoulders dazed him over. A dramatic heartbeat thumped in his heavy chest as the eyes that adorned her tall figure drifted all the way down to the hem of her vibrant red dress, his modesty masking over. He felt the usual tingling sensation he sensed once his eyes came in contact with her seemingly exquisite figure. The figure he yearned to gaze at from afar all day was so gleaming and beautiful as she danced her way smoothly across the shiny, polished gym floor. Her bright brown eyes underneath the limelight of the party decorations, and the numerous flashes emitting from people’s phones.

Nothing, nothing ever compared to the feeling he felt rush throughout his veins as he gazed at her sweet features. His heart skipped numerous times as he felt as if she would quickly glance over in his direction, her plump pink lips would separate into a pearly-white smile as a magnificent dark brown hit a nervous yet sparkling brown. Two hearts beating a vast amount of emotion as the smiles spread across both of the teens faces. One heart thumped with kind and gentleness towards the other, a smile evident in the entire demeanor. But, the other heart beat with such a grave amount of adoration and emotion, it was too much to bear as the other didn’t yearn enough for it.

Liz’s heart didn’t beat enough for Peter’s.

Peter just didn’t know it.

We are surrounded by all of these lies and people who talk too much. You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N/N. Love you,” was the last thing that slipped past Peter’s lips before leaving your room. You nodded knowingly at him as he quickly leaned over and pecked you on the cheek. His familiar lips against your soft skin was something that always came as such a quick flood of emotion your face heated with color.

As you wistfully eyed his figure shut your door, every affection that had been grasping on for dear life inside you was allowed to exit, along with a deep sigh. You attempted to keep your immense feelings for your friend in tact every time you were with Peter.

It was just, nothing felt as if it made sense without Peter. Your eyes were never casted another’s way as long as adoring thoughts of him were swarming around your mind. Your friendship acted as an anchor in your life, holding your feelings up above yourself whenever doubtful situations would occur.

Peter made everything feel better. That charming, chapped smile that would spread across his whole face as you two chuckled together at a stupid, cheesy joke you had made. His lightly curled, brown hair was so soft and made you drool at some points as he ran his muscular hands through it feverishly. 

Those utterly beautiful, captivating and glorious brown eyes would peek from underneath his light eyelashes as he watched you intently work on something. Your body would light with such an admiration and fiery sensation as those orbs hit contact with your Y/E/C ones. Whenever those eyes would slightly peer in your direction, pairing with that generous smile would cause your stomach to churn with cages of butterflies, and your mind to cloud with loving thoughts of him, feeling as if no one knew anything but the two of you.

But none of that would never compare to that pure, blissful soul that was enveloped inside of him. No gorgeous, outer appearance could ever lavishly beat his stunning personality, his loving demeanor, and bright, graceful voice that caused every bone in your body to shiver with love.

But that was the problem.

The exceedingly emotion you yearned for Peter to reciprocate was something of just a facade that would swim around your endless thoughts day and night. Those immense feelings were almost a part of your dreams, something you never knew to be true.

No matter how long you ached for Peter to someway, somehow, love you as much as the way you loved him, the chances of your hopeful thinking becoming a reality were slight. Nothing would ever compare to that grave feeling you would feel ignite throughout your veins as he muttered those three little words to you in adoration.

The fact was, he desired to say those words to another.

Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it’s enough for me. ‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need.

“Thank you so much, Peter! I really owe you one!” Liz shouted to Peter happily, a bright smile adorned her plump lips as she leaped over and grasped him in a tight hug.

Peter’s heart once again, acted upon that familiar leap as her touch against his felt like absolute fire on his skin. Something as small as his gesture of offering to put the banner up resulted in something so enticing he thought his emotions would leap out right here.

Liz squeezed his sweater-adorned body once more before releasing herself from around his slightly smaller frame. Her eyes smiled as she waved bye to him before gliding slyly back down the long hallway. As her tall and lean body carried itself away from his, he soon felt his entire heart yank itself from his body and make it’s way along with her.

God, she’s so perfect.

He felt taken, yet lightheaded, in a good way. His mind was completely dusted with thoughts of nothing but Liz as he stood vacant in the middle of the hallway. His body recalled the emotion it sense with her sweet touch against his.

Peter knew he was completely and utterly ahead of himself. In the back of his mind, his thoughts played rapidly with ideas that appeared themselves in random increments. The ideas consisted if question and answers between himself.

“Would she ever see me in the way I see her?”

“God no, Peter. You’re a lonely sophomore with basically two friends. She’s a popular, beautiful senior. You’re vapor compared to her.”

“Will anyone, ever see me in the same way I see her?”

“That’s a great question, but no. The only other person who knows you for you besides Ned is Y/N. She truly knows yourself and sees you in the true being you are. But, she’s your friend, and she supports your love for Liz. And that will never change.”

Peter’s clueless mind plays changeable games with him over and over again. His heart was separated in two. One side was filled with the gratefulness and adoration he saw in you for him. The other was filled with the love and admiring emotion he perceived for the senior that escalated his heart every day and whispered in his beating chest, unknowing chest , “I’m so in love, so in love. So in love, so in love”.

You were his anchor. You were his truthful, caring, and exceedingly generous, friend.

She was just a facade of his seemingly hopeful dreams.

You look so beautiful in this light, your silhouette over me. The way it brings out the blue in your eyes is the Tenerife Sea. And all of the voices surrounding us here they just fade out when you take a breath. Just say the word and I will disappear, into the wilderness .

Your eyes cascaded over Peter’s suit-adorned body as it danced slowly and smoothly to the wave of the music. His hands set on Liz’s waist as her neatly manicured fingers laid themselves on top of Peter’s broad shoulders.

Your hips moved slightly with the whispering music beating against your eardrums in a clouded atmosphere. It sounded as if all the echoes and voices surrounding you just faded into the back distance as your eyebrows paired with your dusty Y/E/C eyes in a seemingly weary look as you gazed at the two. Your vision focused on the two of them swaying slowly to the soft drone of the bass. The music’s beat paced with your heavy heart as it thumped against your chest. Those sparkling brown eyes never once tore away from Liz’s smiling gaze, the realization flooding your sudden thoughts. Those engaging, thin lips spread across his face in reaction to Liz moving the tips of her fingers to play with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck.

All your mind could play on loop was the fact that you were standing there, alone, watching the boy you loved with every fiber of your being, getting swept off his feet by someone else. That personal feeling was something that caused your heart to slowly and achingly break piece by piece as it continued to flood your veins.

The feeling that erupted in the pit of your stomach and all around your body was complete and utter heartache.

Should this be the last thing I see. I want you to know it’s enough for me. ‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need.

Soon, that heartache was transferred through a fiery, intense meaning of words and you knew you were completely screwed.

“Peter, ditching me again for the third time this week does not mean-”

“God Y/N are you still stuck on that?” he shouted at you, hands throwing themselves out in front of you feverishly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he sighed heavily in annoyance.

Your eyes watched him carefully as he stared at you as if you were being the ridiculous one. Your brain wasn’t connected to your common sense at the moment as your eyes never etched themselves away from his annoyed figure once as he belted out excuse after excuse to you.

As mentioned, your mind didn’t seem to bond with the idea of common sense at this moment in time. Your feelings of betrayal and discontent for the boy in front of you was seeming to mask over every other emotion piercing through your veins right now. Your thoughts and held emotions for the past two years suddenly no loner yearned to stay hidden in the back of your mind and the bottom of your heart anymore.

They wanted to be shown. They wanted to mutter against Peter’s chapped yet desirable lips over and over again, “I’m so in love, so in love. So in love, so in love…”

Peter ran his fingers through his curled hair quickly, breaking your off guarded demeanor to pay attention to his endless amounts of excuses with Liz, “Liz asked me to do one thing, one thing! And you of course, find some way to cause me to second guess myself-”

“Peter-” you attempted to cut him off, your eyes shutting tightly and then opening quickly as the anger pulsed within you. Your body moved slightly closer to his growing figure as he continued to run on.

Say it, say it, say it. It’s now or never, tell him. Tell him those meaningful three words you’ve desired to tell him since the first day you laid your eyes on that boy. Tell him or you’ll regret it forever.

“..and you know I truly, truly like her and for you to just hit me with the whole ‘You always ditch me’ really doesn’t-”

Your mouth slowly yet subtly opens as you prepare to reveal your deep and meaningful feelings that have been bottled up for years. Your heart climbed its way to your throat and you almost felt the room turn dizzy, your state of mind clouding with the net pursuit of idea that would be in your near future. Regret? Guilt? More heartache? Only your mind could tell.

That’s when your mind was threw juggling with your longing emotions and the seemingly simple yet trusted words rolled off your lips, cutting Peter off completely.

“Peter it’s because I’m in fucking love with you!” the foreign words you had rehearsed for so long felt enticing as they escaped your trembling lips.

Silence was the only being set in that moment in time. The room stopped, the motion stopped, it even felt as if the breathing between the two of you stopped. Your heavy breathing became even more erratic as your eyes adverted from your stagnant gaze on the floor and up to meet Peter’s in a nerve-wracking gaze. Your orbs dared to search his as they stared vacantly back into yours. You found no sign of light, love, or excitement in the sweet brown color. You found nothing.

Which tore your heart to shreds. Along with your feelings, and insight of what you thought love meant for Peter Parker.

Lumière, darling. Lumière over me. Should this be the last thing I see. I want you to know it’s enough for me. 'Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need.

Liz and Peter were dating within a week. Void, silence, stagnant energy was all you felt since the night you told him you loved him.

Your trembling lips closed as he sighed a deep breath of guilt into the air. Once his eyes turned from the nothingness you witnessed once your figure released the truth, to the brown wash over with complete guilt, you knew.

Your heart had never felt so hollow and your throat had never felt so thick. Nothing could compare to the pain you felt when Peter’s hand reached over and placed itself on top of yours. You cursed yourself at the usual fiery sensation ignite your veins at his soft touch. But this time, the sensation wasn’t an enticing one, it was rejection.

When the words of rejection escaped his mouth, nothing was peaceful anymore. Your tears instantly clouded your vision and your hands trembled at the sight of his guilt stricken face.

“Y/N, I love you. But, not in the way you love me.”

Two days later, Peter nor you have spoken to one another, and you were sitting here, witnessing his hand that was once placed upon yours was now sweetly tied together in her’s, his smile of pure bliss seen only towards her and evident for you no longer.

Your daring and truthful confession of love towards him caused him to realize he needed to act upon his own feelings and get to her heart before anyone else did. That was something you regret not doing since day one.

Peter’s heart belonged to another, and yours was still vowing for it.

This was proof not all love stories receive the happy ending they were looking for.

I’m so in love, so in love. So in love, love, love, love. So in love. You look so wonderful in your dress. I love your hair like that. And in a moment I knew you, Beth.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Damian coming back to life, looking around, and realizing Grayson isn’t there.

Don’t think about him with a smile still plastered on his face, looking up at Father and asking, “Where is Grayson?” because he’s so excited to see his brother again.

Don’t think about Bruce getting really quiet, looking at the others for guidance because he has no idea how to break it to him.

Don’t think about Bruce taking a deep breath and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Damian… there’s something I need to tell you.”

Don’t think about Damian’s smile slowly fading as he gets a sinking feeling in his gut.

Just don’t think about Bruce having to break it to his newly resurrected son that his brother had died while he was gone.

John wakes and feels tears on his face. His heart is pounding but he doesn’t quite know why- he can’t remember the specifics of the nightmare, he can only remember the vague feeling of running, of danger coming and him being unable to stop it.

He briefly wonders if this is the only reason he has woken but then he hears Rosie’s cries through the baby monitor. Sherlock stirs next to him and makes a deep “Hmmm?” noise, hovering between deep sleep and the beginnings of waking up.

John quickly reaches across and turns the baby monitor off. It’s not fair, it’s not fair on Sherlock.

He slips out of bed and goes to her. She is red faced with crying, little hands making little stubborn fists. John picks her up and she squirms. “Come on, Rosie, it’s okay,” he whispers, but he knows he doesn’t sound at all convincing. Pathetic.

She’s still hiccuping with the force of her tiny cries. John doesn’t know what to do. He carries her through to the living room, stands in front of his arm chair and tries to rock her.

But he knows nothing he’s doing is working- he can’t even soothe her with words now, his breathing is still all shallow and wrong, and she’s picking up on that, she can feel his chest heaving and John knows, God he knows, he’s just making everything worse, like al-

He feels Rosie being taken out of his arms. John inhales and gasps before noticing- it’s Sherlock, of course, standing in front of him. Beautiful, warm and safe and sleepy Sherlock.

“John,” Sherlock says. He tucks Rosie into his exposed shoulder, cupping her head gently with his hand. “John, it’s alright. Sit down.”

John feels like he can’t breathe. “John,” Sherlock repeats. His voice is soft and low and so incredibly thoughtful. “You can sit down, it’s okay.”

John doesn’t so much as sit down as collapse into his chair. Sherlock walks away with Rosie and John can hear him soothing her in the distance: “Hush, now. I know, I know, enough of that now, my darling girl. Hush. Hush. Ssh…”

John keeps breathing. He doesn’t know how much time passes, he’s only aware of Sherlock suddenly crouching down in front of him.

“That’s her drifted off again,” Sherlock says. His smile is so wide and genuine that the guilt pierces John all the more.

“Christ, I’m-Sher-I’m sorry. I just seem to m-make things worse.”

Sherlock shakes his head. Patient. God, how John loves him. “You know that’s not true, John. Besides-” He starts to grin a little- “- you got her the last two nights before I even woke up. It was my turn.”

John tries to laugh, but his breathing still feels all strange and wrong. Sherlock stands up. “Do you want- I could make some tea? Or water?”

“N-no. It’s okay, Sherlock, you go back to bed. I’ll just sit here, I’ll be fine in a minute.”

John closes his eyes, breathes in and out. He hears Sherlock’s footsteps fade away. Good. The man needs his rest.

But then, then come the oh so quiet notes of Sherlock’s violin. John opens his eyes and smiles. Sherlock is standing by the window, looking out into the night. He plays slowly and carefully, and John focusses on his breathing, relishing it becoming deep and even.

By the time John realises exactly what Sherlock is doing, he’s almost nodded off. The notes are soft and so slow, and John allows himself to follow them and…and he doesn’t know when his eyes were getting too heavy, but…and have they closed?…yes, he supposes they must…and his head, he can feel it moving forward down to his chest, and that’s fine…that’s…

A hand on his knee. John’s head slowly comes back up, his eyes open just enough to see Sherlock looking at him with the fondest smile.

“Come on, my good man, to bed with you,” he says.

John nods. It sounds like the best idea Sherlock’s ever had. He follows Sherlock as if wallowing through a heavy cloud- not inconvenient, it’s just everything seems so…slow…

He feels sleep pulling, he’s ready to be pulled under. He turns to Sherlock, half surprised that they’re back in bed. “Mmm, thanks Sher-” He yawns and Sherlock pulls him close, and John can’t keep his eyes open any longer. “Love you,” he manages.

He feels Sherlock press a kiss to his hair. He’s sinking down, down into the bed, his body so wonderfully heavy…

“Hush, now,” Sherlock says. “I love you, too.”

And John finally lets himself sleep.

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Just imagine getting fucked by Harry after that wedding please i want it

His hand on the small of your back by the end of the night is always a clear indication he’s had one too many, and you’re in for it. You don’t notice it until he lets out a booming laugh and you have to look at him because you love admiring his entire physique when he does this.

Butterflies creep into your stomach when you think about how lucky you are, to hold him, to be here with him, to be *his*. To kiss him, your memory passes to the last time he kissed you which was only moments ago; to touch him… you think about his hands, and then you become hyper aware of the hand that is on your back that doesn’t belong to you.

By the time you’re saying your goodbyes and Harry is giving his friends drunk high fives and kisses on the cheek, he notices you; stopping dead in his tracks. Your legs are crossed, one of your hands wiping sweat from the back of your neck slowly, biting your bottom lip. He gulps, his smile fading into a serious look.

He knows your body language.

He gets you home, after a hot and heavy makeout session in the taxi where you climbed onto his lap without a care in the world; sloppy kisses and sweaty bodies as you unbutton his shirt and just about the time you start ripping off his jacket, the car stops to let you out.

Discreet touches and giggles in the packed elevator to your hotel room, until he finally gets you into your room.

“So bloody beautiful,” he half coos/whines between kisses as you both fight to peel off your sticky clothes, not even making it to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the oversized chaise in the living room that overlooks the Pacific ocean, millions of stars and the moon lighting you both up, since you’re both too busy to turn on a single light.

He’s quick and needy, his eyes full of lust and then, for a brief moment, as he positions himself at your entrance, lifting one of your legs, he stops, running his fingers delicately over your lips.

He kisses your sweaty forehead, nudging his nose on your skin as he pushes in, the both of you groaning.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispers out, his head next to yours.

You can’t say anything, a happy and blissed / tipsy giggle leaves your lips and your head falls back as he starts to thrust deep, clawing at his back.

He looks up at you and let’s out a breathy laugh, now admiring *your* physique as you giggle, kissing your lips.

#5 V: Daughter with a resemblance to dead MC

#5 V: RFA + Minor Trio’s daughter with MC who passed away with an uncanny resemblance to her, making them seemingly resent her.

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- The 10 year olds twins resembled everyone of V’s aspects between his mint hair, crystal blue eyes, and his sweet and charming smile.

- While the 4 year old daughter had long brown hair and yellow eyes, a small face and cute smile.

- She convinced herself she was ugly, however, because whenever her daddy looked at her,

- He cried.

- The earliest memory of him crying at her face was when she was three. She had been out in the garden and found a blue stone.

- It reminded her of her daddy’s hair!

- She was excited to show it to him, so she rushed into his studio and shouted, “Daddy! I found a mini you!”

- He turned around in his chair and the moment his eyes made contact with her golden eyes, he saw MC.

- He saw MC standing in front of him with her perfect smile and the stone in her hands.

- And then all he could see was her in the hospital bed, holding their little daughter as she slowly passed away, fading into darkness.

- His eyes watered and he turned back in his chair to hide his face from his daughter, but his quivering voice and sniffles gave him away.

- “Just leave it over there. I’ll look at it later.”

- Of course, the little girl misinterpreted this as her being some horrocious monster or what not.

- Why else would he not look at her?

- It made her sad, but moreover she felt felt bad for her daddy for having the misfortune of an ugly daughter.

- She took note of the subtle ways he’d prevent himself from having to look at her.

- Whenever she was in the room, he’d turn his body in coordination from where she’d walk to.

- At the dinner table, he positioned himself right next to her.

- Originally, she thought it was because he wanted to be with her, but she quickly realized it was so he wouldn’t accidentally look at her.

- Even the twins believed he acted the way he did because she was ugly.

- As if she didn’t already know, they reminded her everyday.

- “Your hair is so scraggly,” one boy would say.

- “Your eyes are so dull,” the other would say.

- “No wonder daddy doesn’t love you!” they would both chime together.

- The little girl curled up into a ball on her bed and cried herself to sleep. She made sure her sobs were quiet so daddy wouldn’t have to come in and check on her and accidently see her face.

- Around midnight she sat up in her bed and wiped at her face, heading to the bathroom with a pair of scissors.

- She took a large breath before snipping away at hair hair, cutting strand by strand until her hair was nearly to her shoulders.

- But it was incredibly uneven,

- And now her sobs were full on wails as she realized she made it worse.

- She thought if she got rid of the long hair then maybe she wouldn’t be as ugly! But instead, bits of hair now stuck out and the front was shorter than the back.

- She fell to the ground, dropping the scissors into the pit of hair and pulled her knees to her chest.

- “I’ll never be pretty for daddy.”

- There was a sudden knock at the door that the little girl decided to ignore. She had a feeling it was her brothers and she didn’t want to hear their taunts,

- So she just kept herself huddled into a ball.

- She winced as she heard the door scrape against the floor indicating it was opening, and the poor girl prepared herself for the assaults she was bound to hear.

- But a soft voice surprised her.

- “Oh, honey.”

- It was her father.

- She felt warm arms wrap around her small form and she was pulled against V’s chest, who hugged her tightly.

- He rested his cheek on the top of her head and let her cry into his shirt, her little hands gripping onto the fabric.

- He petted what was left of her hair and softly asked, “Why did you do this?”

- “So I could be pretty for you,” She sniffled.

- V, the poor soul confused, pulled away and cupped his little girl’s cheek, wiping away at the tears with this thumb.

- “Why would you say that?”

- “Because you always cry when you see me. It’s because I’m ugly!– Look, you’re crying now, Daddy!”

- V touched a hand to his face, and to his surprise, there was a lone tear sliding down his cheek. He scooped up the tear with his thumb and stared at it rather intensely. He hadn’t even realized he was crying.

- Softly, he smiled and lifted her up so he could turn her in his lap. He picked up the scissors and set out the fix her hair, and he gently kissed her temple first.

- As he began to trimming her hair, he whispered gently, “There’s a story I think you need to hear. It’s about a superhero.”

- “A superhero?” The girls voice perked up and V chuckled.

- “Yes, a superhero. Well, a superhero in my eyes.”

- He began his story: “There was once a young woman named MC who had beautiful long, brown hair and yellow eyes, who met a man who was incredibly damaged, physically and mentally, after a bad encounter with a supervillain. The super villain had maimed the man by taking out his eyes and berating him with words. The young woman saw that this man was in trouble and needed to be saving, so she did everything in her power to rescue him. Whilst rescuing this man, MC fell in love with him, and he fell in love with her, and once the man was saved from the evil villain and had recovered, they married each other.

- “MC didn’t stop helping others after saving the man from the supervillian. Everyday she strived to make sure others lived in comfort. She helped a failing college student study, an actor learn his lines, a overworked assistant start a new business, a corporate heir find their cat, and a weirdo save his brother. They were always so grateful for MC for being their super hero.

- “Later, her job as a superhero had to be put on hold because she gave birth to two twins, and a few years later, became pregnant with another child. During her 8th month of her 2nd pregnancy however, MC game across two arguing people. The two arguing were very violent and aggressive towards each other, but even so, she tried to help them. Sadly, MC was gravely wounded and was rushed to the hospital.

- “MC knew she was going to die because she had lost a lot of blood, and extremely vital organs had been hit, but before she died, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter. The nurses handed her the baby girl, and she gently weeped as she held the girl in her arms. She could feel her life drifting away, but she couldn’t die without naming the beautiful daughter she brought to the world. Her last words were, ‘I name her Mi Young’.”

- The little girl’s eyes lit up, a sudden sparkle in her golden eyes. “That’s my name!”

- V smiled.

- “Yes. Do you know who MC is? She’s your mother.”

- “M-my mommy?”

- “Yes, your mother. Do you know what Mi Young means? It means ‘everlasting beauty.’ She named you that because you are a truly beautiful girl… just like your mother.”

- “Do you think I’m beautiful?”

- “Of course I do. You have every stunning feature of your mother and more… and I am so sorry for making you feel as if I didn’t love you or think you were pretty. And you are even prettier now.”

- The little girl had completely forgot that she had cut her hair. Her father lifted her up so she could see herself in the mirror. The snarly hair was now neatly done to her shoulders, and she smiled, happy with herself and how she looked.

- She caught her father off guard by wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

- “I love you, daddy.”

- V smiled into the side of her head. “I love you too.”


This was the first one where I gave the child a name. I’m not sure if I will do it for the rest - I thought it was important for this one that the girl had a name.

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