love that he took a picture of himself in this outfit

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Prompt: After sending Steve to find something in your room, he finds….compromising pictures meant for Bucky.

Warnings: Implied stuff, NSFW…obviously.

Author’s Note: It is so late and I have a 7:30am math class but this hit me straight in the face and I had to write it.

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After Party | NSFW

Summary: After Tom’s win at the award show, you decide to surprise him with some fun in the hotel room.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: Smut, cursing, NSFW

Word Count: 1,544

A/N: NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+! This is my first time writing something like this, so be nice. I’m also not experienced at all, so please no hard critics or anything. I am terrified to post this in the first place. Just no negative words, please.


You were excited for your boyfriend, Tom, who just won the BAFTA Rising Star award. You recalled the long days of just sitting at a computer for a few hours to vote for him over and over. He wanted this award so badly. You couldn’t help but smile as he accepted his award on stage. You looked over to your right and saw his mom beaming with joy as she admired her son from afar.

You knew that at the end of the night there was going to be a lot of press interviews and the after party. However, after parties weren’t your thing and you knew that Tom’s mom and Harrison would be there to watch out for him as he would drink the night away. When Tom was done with the press interviews, he returned to his seat next to you with his award. You immediately kissed him on his lips and congratulated him on his win. He passed the award to you and you looked at it with his name freshly engraved at the bottom.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the reader is acting distant and squad thinks she's cheating on them so they follow her but it turns out that she was just going to a comic convention with the Schuyler Sisters and she didn't want the squad to see her cosplaying (ps can the cosplay be sexy like slave Leia or Wonder Woman)?

Convention Conflict - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1096

Ship: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

warnings: slight swearing and sexual feelings implied!

aaaaa this was so fun to write

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A warm set of arms wrapped around your waist as you sat at your island, trying to eat a quick breakfast before the girls picked you up to go get ready for the con at Peggy’s house.

“Morning Laf, you’re up early.” You said trying to be attentive, even though your head was somewhere else.

“Oui!” he chuckled sleepily. “Quoi de neuf? What is up, mon ange?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck at the same time your phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, the girls were waiting outside for you.

“Not much, i gotta go though, could you tell the others i’ll be back tomorrow?” you asked, knowing that you’d all probably crash at one of the girl’s house. You grabbed your duffel bag with your wonder woman costume tucked in underneath your overnight stuff and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, racing out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. You loved your partners but you knew they’d have an aneurysm if they saw all the skin that showed through your cosplay-or rather, lack thereof. You on the other hand thought that as long as your outfit made you feel good, it shouldn’t matter how little or much you covered.

The girls launched into excited chat the moment you opened the car door and you laughed at your crazy friends as Eliza pulled onto the road.

Back in the house, Lafayette rushed to the bedroom where everyone was still asleep in bed. He opened the heavy curtains so light poured in. “Did Y/N say anything to anyone about a trip?”

A chorus of groggy groans echoed through the room but Hercules spoke up, looking around the bed. “No, Where is she, anyway?”

“That is the issue Hercules, I have no idea. She got a text message and picked up a duffel bag then she told me that she’d be back tomorrow and left.” Lafayette explained.

John sat up with a yawn. “Huh, What happened? Y/N did what?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“She has to be up to something. Maybe she’s planning a party for our anniversary?” Lafayette laughed nervously.

Hamilton finally got up, cocooning himself with the blanket. “Our anniversary is next month, Y/N is not prepared enough to think that far ahead.”

“You don’t think…?” Hercules trailed off, insinuating what all the men were thinking.

you were cheating.

“No, no, no Y/N Wouldn’t do that…” John jumped in defending you.

Lafayette nodded but there was a thick silence in the room.

The rest of the day was spent on edge when John thought of a great idea.

“We all have “find my friends” enabled on our iphones, why don’t we just use that find out where she is?” he suggested, getting nods in return.

“It says she’s at some 5 star hotel.” Alex trailed off and In mere seconds, everyone was putting their jackets on and rushing out to Lafayette’s car.

While they drove, you were having the time of your life, the four of you, albeit scantily clad, looked badass as hell. The girls had opted to keep the DC Women theme running back when you were still in the planning stages and were now dressed as the birds of prey. Angelica rocked black canary’s fishnets with ease, grabbing everyone’s envy and attention while Peggy’s skin-tight batgirl outfit showed off her perfect body and Eliza’s thigh high huntress heels made her legs look miles long. The four of you all dawned the same cropped and studded leather jackets, letting everyone know that you were a force to be reckoned with.

People wanted to take pictures with you left, right and centre, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what stardom felt like.

When the boys arrived at the hotel, they felt as if they were in another universe. People dressed in all different kinds of costumes lounged and conversed in the lobby. Alexander shook it off and rushed to the concierge’s desk.

“Hello, I would like to find the room that Y/N L/N is staying in, i’m her boyfriend.” he asked quickly.

The concierge looked at Hamilton like he was stupid and turned his nose up. “I’m sorry sir, I’m not allowed to give you that in-”

He was cut off by Angelica. “Hamilton? What are you doing here?”

Hamilton swallowed at her outfit and tried to keep his eyes up on her face. “We’re looking for Y/N, why are you here?”

She tilted her head. “We’re here with Y/N why else?”

Now the boys were utterly confused, not quite putting two and two together. That is, until they heard your laughter.

They looked up to see you looking mock-angry while taking a selfie with a guy cosplaying Deadpool who held a cardboard sign saying “Fuck DC”, it was quite a sight.

“Y/N?” John asked. You paled and turned to them, they didn’t even try to hide their eyes raking up and down your body.

“Merde.” Lafayette said hoarsely under his breath as he took in your physique while you walked over.

Hercules brought you into a hug that seemed rather innocent until you felt his breath on your ear. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot.” he growled quietly causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

“I want in!” Laurens exclaimed joining your hug.

You broke apart when you heard a click.

“Alexander!” you exclaimed in a warning tone.

“What? It’s a cute candid!” he said sheepishly.

You joined Angelica and Alex who were looking at the picture and placed your arm around his shoulder. There you were, sandwiched between two of the men you loved with another holding his fingers in a ‘bunny ears’ position behind your head.

That was definitely going on the fridge.

Peggy and Eliza joined the small group of you that had accumulated holding four colourful satin strips with eye holes. “We saw you guys here with no costumes and bought these for you at some booth so you wouldn’t feel left out.”

Lafayette, mulligan and Hamilton looked at their extended hands like they were the plague while Laurens jumped up and down, shouting “I call Michelangelo!” before grabbing the orange one and tying it around his head. Lafayette shrugged with a smile and grabbed the purple one, assuming the roll of Donatello. Hercules chuckled and grabbed Raphael’s red mask before Hamilton could, taking off his beanie to put it on.

“Come on, why do I have to be Leo?” Hamilton whined, causing all of you to laugh.

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

Word Count:  2250

Rating: R (Smut)

I hope you guys enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’re you up to?”

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


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

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Serendipity’s Symphony

Synopsis: Yoongi loves the world of music. He falls even harder when he finds that entire world within you, his muse.

Originally posted by imaginesbts

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader // soulmate au

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: just a little short story i screamed about with @itsrainingmin and later yelped with @seoulscapes // it was originally supposed to be a series but i’m more on the fence with leaving this as is… yikes


Min Yoongi is hopelessly in love with the world of music. He lives for the melodious sound, charming harmony behind each track, and wholehearted lyrics that can draw back dilapidated sentiments and memories. He spends hours on end in his life easily creating songs in the confinement of his dim bedroom, which he gladly defines as his studio. The lyrics and rhythm flows to him effortlessly, countless notebooks filled with messy scribbles of random words. The rare times he steps into the open his fingers still tap to the silent tune that echoes over and over in his mind like a record player, head bobbing to it as he tries to draw lyrics to pair with the melody. Frankly, his inspiration never runs dry.

Well, he wishes it never does.

For the past five tiresome months, his inspiration has been dwindling, motivation to create music now dissipating at the seams. Yoongi has fallen into the horrible habit of starting his musical pieces the same way he finishes them; laying in the soft of his mattress with too much thought, wrinkled papers barely stained with his musical genius scattered among the surface.

Etched in his brain throughout those five months is the same chunk of a melody that he graciously plays on his piano with forbearance, hopes of the rest of his song soaring to him high — though it never does. His friends have grown worried about him, pondering how he can stay cooped up in such a small space for so long, only time he would willfully leave is for the restroom or a quick snack.

Two things constantly run through his mind; the refrain that lies fugacious, and the silly, tiny tattoo of a bass clef gracing the side of his left ring finger. When music is not on his mind, the titivating tattoo invades his thoughts because someone, somewhere has the treble clef at the exact same spot to indicate the matching mark of soulmates.

And the sublime element of music is the only clue he has of his destined lover.

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Obvious (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: can you do one where y/n & Shawn are both denying the relationship, but the love is so obvious that it soon becomes too much to deny anymore?

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

word count: 2,021

a/n: ok, you guys really gotta tell me what you think. I really love this one and I think it may be one of my best so far. also, great songs to listen to for this are friends by ed sheeran & i found by amber run :) 

Even though the space was large, the room was crowded with unfamiliar bodies and whispers about the two of you. 

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Never Ever

Summary: 

“What’s your ideal type?” Eric, one of the hosts of After School Club, asked Mark. 

“Y/N,” he admitted. The other GOT7 members exchanged looks, and Eric laughed – but then his smile faltered when he realized Mark was serious. 

“Wait, really? Y/N? You know the stories about her, right? What, are you looking for trouble or something?”

Now it was Mark’s turn to smile. “Definitely.” 

Pairing: Mark x You (Idol!Reader) 

Genre: Humor and Angst 

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HUGE thanks to @the-porcelain-doll-xo for beta reading this for me! And go check out her writing okay she’s such an inspiration, and if you love GOT7, she’s got you covered!!

SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. Y/L/N stands for “your last name.” None of the information entered is stored. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.

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Y/N’s POV

“Hey.

The voice was unfamiliar so you ignored it, still mostly passed out anyway from all the alcohol. But apparently, the person wasn’t going to take the hint because a moment later you felt a hand gently touching your shoulder. “Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here, honey.”

“Wanna bet?” you murmured and turned over.

“Oh, let me handle this,” another voice, this one’s clipped tone all too familiar, snapped, and then someone was slapping your face and saying into your ear, “Get the hell up, kid, before I tell Jason to drag your ass out of here.” Jason, your bodyguard, who had actually forcibly carried you out of places many times before. This wasn’t an empty threat. You groaned and pried your eyes open, and your bleary gaze landed on the bottle of Jack beside you. Despite the awful taste in your mouth and the headache you were starting to feel, you snatched it up and took a swig as you sat up, tossing a slow grin at the two men standing before you with heavy disapproval. One was your manager, Kevin, and the other was…a preacher?

That’s when you noticed the morning light falling in colors through the stained-glass windows, the rows of wooden pews, the crucifix hanging above you…because you were sprawled out on the altar of a church sanctuary.

Wow. Wild night.

“What time is it?” you yawned, about to bring the bottle to your lips again but Kevin seized it from your hands, shooting you a look.

“Seven AM,” the preacher said. “I have to start getting ready for service, so if you could kindly—”

“Sure,” you nodded. “I’ll give a sermon. That’s basically just a rant about how we’re all going to hell, right? I love reminding people that they’re all damned.”

The preacher gaped at you and your grin widened, but then your manager caught you by the arm and yanked you roughly to your feet.

“Excuse us, Preacher,” he apologized and you winked as Kevin towed you down the aisle and out of the sanctuary. Your legs were a little wobbly – but after so many years of drinking, you’d built up a pretty strong tolerance for liquor, and considering how many shots you’d thrown back last night, you were impressed at your stability. Although your headache was starting to intensify now.

“So,” you swallowed against the pain as the two of you made your way out of the church, “what’s the plan for today? I vote for a day off – oh, I know this little breakfast place that has the best pancakes you’ve ever eaten—”

“You really think you deserve a break after your little stunt last week?” Kevin snapped.

Your face hardened at the memory. “Look, that photographer was a sleazy dick. He kept brushing his hands over Lucy when he thought no one was looking! That’s disgusting as it is, but she’s only sixteen! I would punch him again, given the chance.”

“No, you absolutely will not.” You reached the parking lot, and Kevin waited for you to get into the back of the car before sliding in behind you himself, as if making sure you didn’t run away. Jason nodded at you from behind the wheel. “Anyway,” Kevin said briskly as he gestured for Jason to start driving. “There’s been a change in your schedule.”  

“I’m not doing another fan meet, if that’s what it is, unless you want my head to explode. Migraine,” you clarified at Kevin’s confusion. You had never minded those events.

He shook his head and handed you his phone as Jason pulled out of the lot. You glanced down at the screen and found a video waiting for you, an After School Club episode from a few days ago.

“What is this?” you asked and when you looked up, Kevin was grinning at you.

“Just hit play.” So you did.


Mark’s POV – A few hours later

Mark wrinkled his nose, trying not to sneeze as his makeup artist patted the concealer on his face into place, adding the finishing touches. Beside him, Jackson and Bambam were also trying and failing to remain still as their hair was carefully patted into place and their clothes smoothed. It was dark in the wings of the stage, but only a few feet away, bright light bore down on the talk show set. He could hear the chattering of the live audience and the cacophony of the tech crew getting things ready. They were going live in just a couple of minutes.

“You ready?” Jackson asked as he came over, picking a piece of lint off Mark’s shirt.

Mark rolled his shoulders and flashed Jackson his best aegyo smile. “Oh, yeah.” In reality, he was exhausted. They’d been on their feet for the last sixteen hours, running through airports, in the studio, doing last minute promos for their upcoming album. They were lucky they’d even managed to shove some food into themselves in between the chaos. Once this show was done, they could finally get some rest. Mark was already half-asleep behind his camera-ready smile.

People were getting into place now. The host, a loud and amicable man by the stage name of Alex, was settling into his armchair, and Mark took a final sip of water from the bottle he was holding, feeling the reflexive nerves tighten his stomach. At least this was only a short interview, and a laid back one at that. Alex was known to be pretty chill. It wasn’t like a variety show where they would have to do a lot. Just talk, and with Jackson and Bambam here with him, Mark wasn’t too worried about getting tongue-tied.

“Everyone ready?” the head cameraman called, but it was more of an order than a question. “We’re live in five, four, three, two…” He gave a thumbs up, and Alex’s face lit up as the cameras rolled. Here we go, Mark thought.

“Hi guys, welcome back to another episode of Afternoon With Alex,” Alex beamed into the camera. The crowd applauded, and Mark handed his water bottle to a passing PA, clapping Bambam on the shoulder as he came to stand with him and Jackson. “Today we have three members of a certain group you all know and love…you could say they usually ‘got 7’ members…” The three of them groaned but then immediately smiled as they were ushered onto the set, “Here they are – GOT7’s Jackson, Mark, and Bambam!”  

They walked across the stage and waved to the crowd, bowing to Alex before taking a seat on the plush sofa resting opposite his armchair, Jackson sitting between Bambam and Mark. The set was nice – small and spacious, giving it more of a living room feel than a stage.

“Hi boys, how are you?” Alex turned his thousand-watt smile on them. At their chorus of ‘Good’ he continued, “So, you have a new album in the works, correct?”

More promotions, Mark swallowed a sigh and sat back, letting his friends do all the talking.

He’d contented himself to dreaming about his bed, and it was only when Jackson nudged his shoulder that he snapped back to attention.

“Mark hyung is the only one,” Bambam said in response to some question Alex had asked.

“I’m the only…what?” he laughed to cover up his embarrassment for zoning out.

“The only one who might have plans for Valentine’s day,” Bambam finished with a naughty smile. Valentine’s Day? Why—

Oh wow. That was today. That’s what the vase of roses on the coffee table next to them was for. And the pink balloons hovering behind them. And their red outfits. In the midst of everything, Mark had forgotten all about the holiday.

“They’re just kidding,” he shook his head with a laugh. “There’s no one in my life right now.”

Alex raised a brow mischievously. “That’s not what I heard.”

Oh boy.  

“You mentioned in an After School Club episode that your ideal type is Y/N,” Alex prompted.

Ah, there it was. It was Valentine’s Day, after all, and what decent host wasn’t going to bring up a hot topic like celebrity romance? “I did,” he smiled bashfully, picturing her. Y/N. An idol among idols. Her face was on thousands of websites and billboards, on posters and in magazines, and yet the image of her that came to mind and made him warm was completely different.

“That was a good episode,” a voice said from behind, and Mark felt the blood drain from his face as he and the members jerked their heads around to see—

Y/N. In the flesh. Standing half-hidden in the wings of the stage. At the sudden attention on her, she grinned and walked onto the set as the audience went wild. Bambam clapped a hand over his mouth, Jackson was in hysterics, and Mark…

Mark couldn’t seem to get his heart to restart.

The three of them watched as she bowed to Alex before coming over to the sofa, and Jackson half-knocked Bambam onto the floor in his hurry to make room for her. Laughing, Y/N settled in between Jackson and Mark. There wasn’t much space, so her bare thigh was pressed flush against his – and that was another thing. As part of her image, she was almost always dressed in all black, usually jeans and leather, but today she was in a red dress and tight denim jacket. And Mark was not unmoved.

“So, unless you’ve been living under a rock,” Alex addressed the audience, “you’ll know that this lovely young lady is none other than Y/L/N Y/N, the main rapper and vocalist of the popular girl group, 7/11.” Another cheer from the crowd, and Alex turned back to her. “Thank you for joining us today, Y/N.”

“How could I not?” she said with a sly look at Mark. He could feel his face burning as he ducked his head. Well…he was wide awake now. He’d figured there was a chance she would see the ASC video, but he’d never imagined this would be the result.  

“Yeah, tell us about your reaction to finding out that you’re Mark’s type.”

Y/N nodded. “I called Jia, one of our other members, and I was like, ‘Jia-yah, there’s this cute boy who likes me!’”

Cute. Mark could feel Jackson looking at him smugly but all he could focus on was her. She’d called him cute.

“And what did Jia say?” Bambam asked eagerly.

“She told me to stop drunk-dialing her.” They all laughed at this, and Mark couldn’t help but marvel at her. This was the same girl who was as famous for her temper as her charm. Not a month went by where she wasn’t the front page of some tabloid, busted for a new bar brawl or gambling or getting wasted in public. The media called her a catastrophe, but man, did she clean up nice.

Alex was having a great time either way, apparently. “What’s your ideal type then?” he asked her. “We already know Mark’s. Jackson likes healthy girls, and Bambam likes a girl with a pretty smile. What do you look for, Y/N?”

“Oh, a heartbeat, usually.” She shrugged, pleased at their second round of laughter. “I don’t know, really. I don’t think I’m girlfriend material, so I don’t give it a lot of thought. And c’mon, which parents are going to approve of me for their son?”

“Aw, you’re not a bad person,” Jackson said, and she shot him an amused look.

“I didn’t say I was bad. I’m just not good. There’s a difference.” Mark watched her carefully cool expression with intrigue.

“I’m sure that’s true,” Alex said quickly, clearly hoping to regain control of the conversation before they crossed into controversial territory. Teenagers loved Y/N’s rebellious, screw-the-rules attitude, but their parents were less than happy to patronize her and her group’s music. “Anyway, I was hoping we could end our show with a little Valentine’s day game.”

Dammit. Mark plastered a smile on his face to hide his apprehension. A game? Not only was he going to have to do something most likely embarrassing, but he would have to do it in front of Y/N. “You all remember the Kiss The Radio event GOT7 did in 2016, yes? The one where the members put on lipstick and kissed Bambam?”

Mark felt his stomach drop. Where was Alex going with this? They nodded, and he continued. “Right. I was thinking we could do something similar – the GOT7 members will put on some lipstick again but instead of Bambam, they’ll give Y/N a kiss and one of these roses,” he gestures to the vase. “And then she’ll consider of all of you and choose one member to be her valentine.”

Before Mark could die of horror and excitement, Y/N raised her hand. “I have a suggestion,” she said, and Alex nodded in encouragement. “Since the boys have already done this, why don’t we switch it up a bit? I’ll give them a kiss and a flower, and they can decide amongst themselves who will be my valentine. Maybe rock, paper, scissors or something,” she chuckled.

“Oh, I like it!” he clapped, and Mark felt a fluttering in his stomach. To be kissed by Y/N…

The four of them stood up as she began to prepare. She was handed a tube of liptstick from a PA, and as she walked over to the camera to use its reflection as a mirror, Jackson elbowed Mark playfully. “I should take a leaf out of your book and tell girls I like them during interviews,” he smirked. 

When Y/N was done, smacking her lips at the excited audience, she came back and plucked three roses from the vase, one pink, one red, and one white. That’s when I Like You stared playing in the background, and after pausing to sniff the flowers, she turned to the boys with a gleam in her eyes.

It was time to begin.

The GOT7 members lined up at the center of the stage, and Y/N made her way casually to Bambam first.

“Hi Bambam,” she dimpled, holding the roses behind her back. She looked like a shy schoolgirl.  

“Hey,” he tried to say coolly, but he just sounded flustered. With an affectionate smile, she offered him the white rose and he accepted it, grinning nervously. But there was an uncharacteristic softness in Y/N’s eyes as she touched his face, and it seemed to put him at ease as she pulled him down to place a kiss on his forehead. Bambam looked like he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry after she let him go, and she chuckled.  

When Y/N stepped towards Jackson, however, her entire demeanor shifted. Mark watched with fascination – and something else – as she tilted her head back and stared up at him from beneath hooded eyes, a lazy smile on her face as she playfully dangled the pink rose in front of him. Jackson took the rose with a squeal – which was abruptly cut off when Y/N tore her jacket off, threw it on the ground, and yanked Jackson into her arms before pecking him on the cheek. When she released him, he collapsed dramatically on the ground in a heap, earning a laugh from the audience.

 And then it was Mark’s turn. His heart pounded behind his ribcage as she moved into his bubble of space. Somehow, up close, she was even lovelier, and Mark fought the urge to brush her hair back and hold her close until whatever rage was driving her reckless behavior faded. Instead, he just beamed down at her as she shyly held out the red rose. His eyes never left hers as he took it, and then her hands, surprisingly cool for the hot weather, were on his face. Gentle, she was so gentle, as if she was afraid she would break him. Y/N stretched up on her tiptoes, and for the briefest second that also felt like an eternity, her lips hovered over his.

And then she moved higher to kiss his nose.

The audience might have been cheering, but Mark couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears as she drew away. Unlike him, Y/N didn’t look flustered or excited or affected at all. She just looked…exhausted. But the smile never left her face.

Before Jackson, Bambam, or Alex could say anything, Mark hesitantly reached for her hand, and she gave it with surprise.

“Y/N…” he tried not to sound like a nervous twelve-year-old, “will you be my valentine?”

She looked at him, really looked at him, and then with the most heartbreaking smile, she said, “Yes.” But it wasn’t her smile or her answer that broke his heart – it was her eyes.

Because her eyes were saying no.


A/N: So this was supposed to be a completely different oneshot, but my brain kept screaming, Make it longer, you heathen!! BUT I’m not sure if this was a good idea, so if you guys don’t like it or it doesn’t get any notes, I’ll delete it and just write the oneshot :)

UPDATE: Part 2 posted [here]! 

Tagging my frens who probably don’t want to be tagged but idc because this is part of being my friend: @hoegiwa, @nunchiwrites, @kpopfanfictrash, @tousdae, and @lizardsoo - thanks for constantly inspiring and motivating meeee

anonymous asked:

It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?

I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C 

Warning: Angst/Heartbreak

–R.I.


Yoosung

He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything

He would text you all the time, venting his frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all

Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted away to you as he gamed

“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love talking to you, MC.”

You took pride in that.

He became more and more special to you, and it warmed your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.

He always took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of you and everyone else.

A special little world that nobody else could enter.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness bubbling in your chest.

“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.

Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.

“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed, beaming happily.

“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,” he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”

Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika. Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it quick?”

Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought you had known.

“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”

He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.

You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.

And it only smashed what remained of your heart to smithereens.

He was never in love with you.

Zen

From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he called you often to check up on you, asking things like:

“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”

“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here right?”

“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way too insensitive just now!”

Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night, comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel so damn special. He sure didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.

A week after you realized that you had fallen in love with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for acting… his everything—he asked you out on a date.

You almost screamed into your pillow from excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?

You waited for him in the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But he never came.

You dialled his phone number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”

“Um, Zen? It’s me, MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”

He howled in laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”

He continued to laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first place.

His words were like a slap to your face. It was obvious now.

Zen didn’t care about you at all.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying right now.

You had wasted so much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could even possibly like you back.

“Helloooo? Are you still there?” he hiccupped.

You couldn’t answer, holding back your sobs.

“Oh right, anyway, thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”

“Yeah. No problem. Anything for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.

But it was true. You would have done anything for him. He’d just never do the same for you.

Jumin

From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he was pretty fucking rich.

Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”

After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d originally thought.

Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business deals all the time.

Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must be.

Not to mention the fact that there were many young men (such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite acting nonchalant every time.

Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better, and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and nights out together.

One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“

He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you saying this?”

You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much about you over all this time, and-“

He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself otherwise.”

You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve realized after spending so much time with you-“

Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”

He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.

Seven

This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.

On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.) to look seductive.

He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.

One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…

(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the trust fund kid was there, duh.)

Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office. After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown feelings for.

Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in love.”

You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle could get!

Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re talking about?”

He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and change it.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm, yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.

What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance to confess. Haha. Ahaha.

The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship between you two. Seven was too important to you.

You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on your street, not even daring to say goodbye.

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He waited on his couch, sitting cross-legged as time slipped past him. You left an odd occurrence since it was an early Sunday morning and you were the time to sleep in.

Of course, he had no say in what you do in the morning but he couldn’t let go of his observant behaviour. He just got back to a place where you could actually look him in the eyes, where there wasn’t another shoulder looming over your shoulder, no banana peeled bastard holding your hand. He snorted at his new nickname for your best friend, knowing you would flick his head for having such a thought but he couldn’t help it. He’s waited far too long for that bastard to get out of his spot, he wasn’t going to waste time this time.

He was going to make you his, no matter what.

His tail popped out of surprise when he hear your front door slam.

Be cool, Jeongguk, she just got home.

His ego wasn’t enough to tame the adrenaline rush he got from knowing you were just footsteps away. Were you lying on the couch with your arm over your eyes and sighing? Did you not bother to kick off your shoes as you entered your living room? Shit. Why can’t I calm down?

He figured the only way to stop his mind from running wild was to talk to you. He looked in front of the mirror that Mira made him install on the closet door, seeing his messy hair and his Iron Man boxers. Not exactly boyfriend material, Jeongguk. He went into his closet, finding clothes that say, “I just woke up but I still look half decent” and readied himself to knock on your door.

With a shaky fist, his hand made contact with your oak door and he waited impatiently. You swing the door open, looking annoyed until you made eye contact.

“Wasn’t expecting me, Bambi?”

“Good morning to you too, Jeongguk.” You let him in, laying down on the sofa and he opted for the chair near it. He eyed your outfit, a white shirt with red stripes, blue jeans and yellow sneakers. Where were you off to?

“What happened to you, Bambi? Usually you’re prancing around.” Prancing around? When the fuck did I become Jin hyung with his lame ass jokes?

“I’m not an actual deer, Jeongguk.”

“You’re just as cute as Bambi.” Jesus fuck, Jeongguk, how the fuck was she interested in you in the first place? God, you can do so much better than this.

“Thanks? I guess…” You sighed, the sound setting off alarms in his head. Maybe he was on edge from losing you once but he’s overthinking everything. It could just be the bakery didn’t have your favourite cake and you’re moping about it. Or you miss home, staying with your mom who supported you for most of your life. He didn’t notice you were staring at him until he turned his head.

“Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah.” Yeah, 40 minutes ago.

“Hm, never seen anyone wake up with perfect hair.”

“I’m not just anyone, Y/N.” God, am I always this cocky? Shit what if she calls me out on it- You giggled at him, making him lose his train of thought and he smiled comfortably.

“I see your confidence hasn’t changed.”

“I’m still your Jeongguk…”

“My Jeongguk?”

“You know, the awesome, handsome, manly guy that you’re head over heels for.”

“Never heard of him? Do you know where that man is, perhaps?” He tossed a pillow at you while you laughed at your own little joke, it wasn’t that funny.

“Haha, very funny.”

“Oh come on, Gukkie.”

“Oh, so now you use my nickname.”

“I thought you hated it.”

“I like the way you say it.”

“Is that so,” you got up, moving closer to him and resting in his lap. He stopped breathing as your lips brushed against his ear.

“Guk~kie~” Fuck. Were you always this much of a tease?

“Oh my, is the great Jeon Jeongguk blushing? I need to document this.” You took out your phone, ready to snap a picture. He had to think fast, the one thing that would distract you. He pressed his lips against yours, catching you off guard with your phone in your hands. You dropped it in your lap, placing a hand in his hair and another on his cheek.

He became drunk on the taste of your lips, the sweet taste of vanilla overrode his sense and he couldn’t pull his lips away for more than a few seconds.

He liked the way you tugged on his hair, your hands carefully not to touch his ears and he almost groaned at the sensation. His lips traveled along your jaw, a trail of sweet kisses trailing down your neck until he found your sweet spot.

“J-Jeongguk.” If he heard you say his name like that again, he doesn’t know if he can keep any self control. Instead he stopped, hearing you whimper and he almost gave in. The lingering thought of you still not fully knowing his hybrid status was still pending in his mind of the list of things he wants to tell you but he decided to check off a different one.

“I love you.”


You were in a relatively better mood than earlier, playing with his hair as he watched TV. His ears twitched against your jeans, himself forever cursed of hearing other people and things. If he had his way in life, he would mute the whole world to listen to just your voice for the rest of his life.

“I went to see Jimin this morning.” What the fuck would you go see him? He’s with my sister, something I still reject but that’s beside the goddamn point. He has nothing to do with you anymore.

“Oh.”

“Are you angry?”

“Did you do it to get me angry?”

“Not necessarily, seeing as he liked me.”

“And he likes Seulgi now. I think they look great together.”

“Jeongguk.”

“Why did you see him? What did you say?”

“I didn’t say much but he had plenty to say.”

“What did that banana peeled bastard-I mean Jimin- say to you?”

“Banana peeled bastard?”

“Would you prefer ‘custard coloured cunt’?” You laughed, making him smile and you rolled your eyes as well.

“I’d prefer if you call him Jimin.”

“He doesn’t deserve that liberty.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re avoiding my question, Bambi.” He looked at you, his mind running every possible things that bastard could have told you. Jimin wouldn’t dare to cheat on his sister, would he? Fuck, even the thought made him want to murder that guy. Considering he flirted with his sister even though he was supposedly with you, he shouldn’t expect more from him but he wouldn’t be able to handle know he would treat his sister that poorly.

He would punch him from cheating on his sister, another for trying to mess with you and a third for just being him. God, the thought of him could make shake with bouts of anger. Fucking-

“Earth to Jeongguk.”

“Yes?”

“You zoned out with a scowl on your face. What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking about why you haven’t told me.”

“It’s because there wasn’t much said but the unsaid.”

“I love you and all but quit being Shakespeare, I don’t need that read between the line bullshit, babe.”

“Seulgi opened the door when I went over; wearing Jimin’s clothes and she couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I didn’t want to stick around much longer, especially with Taehyung in his Superman boxers.”

“Superman boxers, why were you-”

“I-I wasn’t looking there.”

“Then why are you stuttering about it?”

“I’m not.”

“Trust me, babe. I’m bigger than whatever you saw.” He said with a smirk, seeing your eyes widen at his statement.

“Jeongguk!” You squealed as he pressed a kiss to your ear, receiving a hit to his chest and you turn your face away with your hands on your cheeks.

“Bambi, are you blushing?”

“S-Shut up!” He laughed at how cute you were, nuzzling his head in your neck and you tried to push him off you. You were successful, running into your bedroom and he followed you to the door, which you promptly shut, in his face.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“God, you really haven’t changed. You’re still a pervert.

“I’m not the one staring at some dude’s junk-”

“I wasn’t staring!”

“But you admit you were looking?”

“You’re the most irritating man I ever met in my life.”

“I’d prefer most attractive man you’ve ever met…”

“You’re not Woo Bin, last time I checked.” Woo Bin? She thinks Woo Bin is more attractive than I am?

“Woo Bin? Baby, have you seen me? I’m on a different scale.” He heard you snort, slightly hurting his ego but he wasn’t going to let you notice it.

“If you mean of arrogance, then I totally agree with you.”

“Babe. I’m sweeter, handsomer and overall better than Has-bin.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Prove. It. Or are you sure your ego is up to the challenge, Gukkie?” He huffed at your mockery. Did you really think that he would let his ego get the better of him? Alright, you think I can’t be sweet, Y/N? I’ll be so sweeter you’ll get into a sugar induced coma? God, I need stop hanging out with Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung, they’re making me soft.

“You’re on, baby.”


He went to his apartment to change, settling on a white shirt, a pair of black jeans and his black sneakers. You skipped into his apartment, sitting on his couch and he joined you.

“We’re matching.”

“We’re going to be that couple?”

“What’s wrong? It’s cute.”

“Whatever floats your goat.”

“Isn’t it boat?”

“I said goat, Bambi.” You put up your hands up in defense and he slipped his fingers into the gaps between your fingers. He would never tell you, since it was quite silly and embarrassing but he loved the way your hands molded together. Your relatively smaller hands fit perfectly with his, reminding how perfect you were for him. He liked the way your palm felt against his, warm and soft and your thumb would rub against the back of his hand whenever you felt nervous or wanted him to calm down. The simple stroke of your thumb could instantly calm him down. He loved the way your hand s would leave the breathtaking scent of lilac and jasmine. The scent of you could take him from edge of madness to stable ground.

All these thoughts were just words that he could never say to you.  He wouldn’t dare to let one slip out of his mouth.

“Goat, it is.” He led you out of his apartment, holding onto your hand tightly as he walked down the street with you.

“You have somewhere in mind?”

“I’ve been meaning to take you but we never really had the chance.”

“Oh, where?”


The market.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“So, you think grocery shopping is a sweet gesture?”

“Bambi, give it a chance, for me?” He kissed your hand, calming you down a bit and you two walked through the market. The first stand he took you to was grilling meat, the smell of beef and pork easily luring him in and the man grill the meat smile fondly at the two of you.   

“Ah, youth! It’s nice to see young people come to places like these. Miss, does your boyfriend here spoil you enough?”

“Oh, he’s-”

“Not enough, sir.”

“Spoil her more often; pretty young girls like her won’t stay for long if you don’t!”

“Yes, sir. Babe, do you want anything?” You looked down shyly, were you taken back by the fact he hadn’t denied that you were boyfriend and girlfriend. You succumbed to shaking your head and he just ordered enough for himself. You barely got past the stand when you took a piece of his meat.

“You said you didn’t want any?”

“I didn’t want you to spoil me.”

“It’s fine, Bambi.”

“Don’t hold back, unless it’s a million won then yes be proceed with caution.” You laughed at his silly joke, looking around the market and going to different stands. You were sifting through a carton of oranges and he grabbed a pair of tomatoes.

“Hey babe.”

“What?”

“I love you from my head tomatoes.” You tossed an apple at him, thankfully it he caught before he had to pay for the potentially smashed apple.

“Apologize*.”

“You laughed.”

“Nope.”

“C’mon~”

“So corny.”

“At least I’m not stalking you.”

“Can I break up with you?”

“Okay, I’m done, I’m done. You can’t leaf me like that, I can’t romaine alone.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”  You bought a bit of produce, Jeongguk following behind you, He slipped his fingers between yours, knowing you were just messing with him.

“Oh, what a pretty girl!”

“Me?”

“Your boyfriend is very handsome as well.”

“He doesn’t mind being called pretty.”

“I-”

“Oh, this jewelry is so cute.”

“You have a keen eye; these are my more precious pieces.” He stood there, watching you gush over pieces the woman was showing you and he smiled as you held up a pair of earrings near your ears.

God, you were so beautiful.

“Gukkie?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s go.”

“There isn’t anything you liked?”

“Not really.” You bit your lip, wanting to tug him along but a vibrant blue scarf drawn you to another stand.

“She really liked these.” They were simple and classic, dangling strings of gold wrapped around a gold frame. The white gems that hung from the golden strings sparkled in the light, easily catching his eyes and he understood why they caught yours. They were beautiful.

“How much are these?” He knew they would be pricey but he was whipped. He would do anything for you. The lady wrapped up nicely and he slipped the little box in his inner jacket pocket, catching up to you searching through racks.

“See something you like?”

“Besides you, no.”

“Come on, Bambi. You’d look great in anything here.”

“Oh, yeah. How about this?” You lifted a shirt that reminded him of that one weird grandmother he has. She was sweet to talk to, sure, she always smelled like a rose garden and had strangely tasty candies in her purse, she wasn’t that-

“Sexy.” You laughed, muttering to yourself ‘yeah, right’ before picking out something. He waited for you to come out, seeing you peek your head out the curtain.

“Come on, Bambi. I want to see you.”

“D-Don’t say it like that.”

“Don’t hide behind the curtains.” He got up, walking over to the curtain and not opening it. There were other people around, usually he would open the curtain without hesitation but he wasn’t about give a show of his girl to everyone in the vicinity.

“I look weird.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How would you know?”

“Bambi, I know.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I won’t.” You opened the curtain, stumbling a little at Jeongguk’s close proximity and he placed his arm around your waist to help you stabilize.

“You’re tantalizing…” You could be wearing a garbage bag and you would put all the other women in the market to shame. He glances at your outfit, it was a peach tiered skirt with a little white too that you tied up.

“J-Jeongguk.” He stepped in the small area, closing the curtain behind him before kissing you again. There was something hypnotic about the way you looked at him, the glimmer in your eyes, the perfect tint in your lips, how a brush of your fingers against his his arm could set his whole body on fire.

He just couldn’t quit.

“Jeongguk, they’re going to notice-”

“We just have to be quiet, Bambi-”

“Is everything ok in there?”

“Yeah, everything is fine!” He teased you, kissing your neck while you tried to communicate with the woman.

“Okay… Would you like me to look at different style for you?”

“It’s okay; I think I’m okay with this one-”

“Just be quick, then. There are other patrons that want to try on the other styles.”

“O-Okay.” You flicked his ear, easily getting him off and he smirked at you.

“I hate you so much.”

“Think you pronounced ‘love’ wrong.”

“That’s cute, Gukkie.” You put your hands on either side of his face and squished his face.

“So damn cute.”

“B-Bambi.”

“You’re so cute.” You pinched his cheeks, stretching them as far as you could with a smile on your face.

“You’re hurting me-”

“So. Freaking. Cute.”


He bought what you were wearing after having a ‘discussion’ (there was no way in hell you were leaving without it, but he kept that to himself) and brought you to the beach. You managed to convince him to buy some ice cream, claiming it would be the perfect thing to end the day with.

You giddily took your cone, happily licking the frozen treat. He took your hand, holding yours and his shoes as you held your ice cream cone in your other hand. He pulled you by the coastline, walking by the calm waves.

“You’re so cute.” He took a swipe of your ice cream, placing it on your nose and you pouted at him.

“Gukkie~”

“I couldn’t resist. Here, you can retaliate.” You happily return the gesture, laughing at the silly face he made while your finger touched his nose.

“That was oddly satisfying.”

“You’re such a weirdo.”

“I’m your weirdo.”  You smiled, looking away from him and he smiled back. There was a comfortable period of silence, you taking your time with your ice cream and him just admiring the sight.

“Did I prove myself?”

“Hmm, you were definitely cheesy, I’ll give you that.”

“I’ll take it.”

“You were sweeter than usual, Jeongguk.”

“Would this give me brownie points?” He pulled out the box, handing it over to you and you opened the box. You covered your mouth, your eyes flickering between the earrings and him.

“Jeongguk…”

“You have great taste, Bambi. They’ll look beautiful on you-” You kissed him, catching him a bit off guard. He held you tightly, you pulling away and gently stroking his fringe.

“You’re the sweetest.”

“Sweeter than Woo Bin?”

“Sweeter than Woo Bin, Jeongguk.”


~Admin Blake

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Yay for this new blog! Wishing y'all the best! ahh 😍 Can I pls request Jackson Wang jealous smut? Thank you lovelies xx

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Jacksonsnoona435- Did you see Jackson and ___ together? They were so cute ^^
Got7ornever- Woah can they go out already? I bet Jaebum is mad Jackson got to ___ First keke
Cookielover804- I hope ___ realizes how lucky she is. Our Jackson is such a sweetheart

“Wow I can’t believe they actually think we’re a couple” You chuckled as your body laid across the living room couch in got7’s new dorm. Scrolling through the comments underneath the new picture Jackson had posted of the two of you wearing matching black hoodies and army pants while sharing a large banana spilt dessert, you were surprised how many fans thought you and the idol were dating.

“I told you to change before we went out. But ‘no, this outfit made my butt look good Jackson’ so now look where that got us.” Jackson’s voice came from below as he sat crossed legged on the floor as his back rested against the leg of the sofa. Looking up at you with his adorable smile, he wasted no time in taking the phone away from your hands and looked at the comments. “Jackson oppa is so cool…No wonder ___ is in love with him’. Well I can’t argue with that I am pretty awesome.” His once cheeky grin turned cocky as he winked up at you only to earn a pillow thrown in his face.

“Oh please, clearly you’re the one in love with me. I mean…look at these abs” You playfully lifted up your shirt to reveal no abs what so ever, just a soft stomach which was slightly fuller due to the meal you two had not too long ago.

“Oh yes…very sexy indeed.” The brunette rolled his eyes before the sudden vibration of your phone in his hands made him turn his attention to it.

{New Message: Alex]: I can’t wait to see you tonight ;-)

[New Message: Alex]: You looked so pretty yesterday in class. Ah I couldn’t concentrate

“So you’re going out with Alex again huh? What is this? The fifth date?” Jackson questioned while getting up from the floor. Handing out the phone to you, you couldn’t contain the blush rising to your cheeks as you typed out a quick reply to Alex.

“Yeah, I think he might ask to finally be my boyfriend. I’m really nervous for tonight. I hope everything goes well.” You called out from the couch as you could hear the idol moving around the kitchen most likely getting something to drink. Once you saw him walk back into the room with two bottles of water, you took one from his hand with a thankful smile and sat up straight.

“Are you sure you even like the guy? I mean it’s only the fifth date anything can happen. Plus I heard he’s a huge flirt around campus.” Jackson spoke out as he made himself comfortable on the couch beside you. Making you move on the cushions so he could rest his head in your lap, you were quick to push him away to hear a small groan leave his mouth. “Oh come on, I’m only telling you the truth!”

“Whatever Jackson. I’m not going to sit here and listen to you talk crap about a guy, who I happen to like very much by the way, and you hardly even know. So you know what. I’ll just leave early and get ready for my date. I’ll see you later.” You replied while getting up from the couch to grab your things.

You could hear the brunette calling out your name from behind but his words prior had turned your mood. Closing the door harder than expected, the idol was now left by himself.

[Later that night]

[New Message to: Jackson <3] You were right….

[Text]: He already had a girlfriend. She showed up at the restaurant!

[Text]: I’m so embarrassed right now…I’m coming over. I just need someone to talk to.

-

“The little piece of shi-“

“Jackson, please. I just want to forget the whole thing happened. He wasn’t worth it anyways.” You mumbled as your stared down at your bare feet tapping against the rug in Jackson’s room. The moment you walked into the restaurant and saw Alex with his girlfriend should have been your signal to leave. But you were too foolish and walked up to the two. Alex knew he was caught red handed but his girlfriend was oblivious to the fact of you and him have been seeing each other for a few weeks.

Not one to cause drama in a public setting, you sat down with the two for a few minutes, using the excuse of dropping off notes to the boy so he wouldn’t have to explain to his girlfriend why he was meeting up with another girl at such a late hour. The act you put on was so good, his girl even gave you her phone number. Now, Shannon, has a permanent place in your contact list.

“I can’t believe you actually stayed that long. I swear, Y/N, you’re too nice sometimes.” Jackson caught off your train of thoughts as he wrapped an arm around you. Pulling you into his warm chest as he made you two lay down on his bed. The simple act alone wasn’t anything sexual. You and Jackson had been known to be two people who loved physical contact. Even with your friends from middle school, they gave you the nickname Koala because you always gave the best hugs.

Wrapping your arms around him, your head buried into the crook of his neck as you allowed two small tears to spill down your face. “I just feel so stupid. Why do I always end up with these types of guys. There must be something wrong with me.”

“No. Don’t say that. You’re perfect just the way you are. Sure, the guys you date are shitty. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you. It’s them that has the issue.” Jackson’s breath danced against your shoulder as you felt his fingers tenderly running through your curled hair.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my best friend.” Your voice came out a soft whisper as you focused on the other’s gentle touches. Hearing something that sounded like an annoyed grunt coming from Jackson, you pulled back a little to look up and see his eyebrows pulled together as he seemed to be staring down at you in deep thought. “Jackson?”

“Do you think I only say these things because you’re my best friend? Really ____. Do you honestly think that’s the only reason?” He questioned as the hand stroking the ends of your hair traveled higher to the back of your neck as his index finger brushed against your skin.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied. You both knew it was a lie by the way your voice cracked the moment you felt his palm press down lightly as he gripped your neck to make you stare into his eyes.

“You know…” Jackson’s voice turned low and husky as his eyes stayed yours as he pulled you closer to his body. Using his free hand to hold onto your waist, a small smile was given as he watched your leg move to lay against his side. “I always get so jealous when I see you going out with these guys. How lucky they are to be in your presence and they don’t even know it.” He confessed as both of you began to breath harder and nothing but a simple change it position had happened.

“So… you’re jealous?” You bit down on your lower lip to conceal your grin. Everyone knew you had a crush on Jackson the moment you met him three years ago. Working for your father’s gym and training young adults over the summer. You would have never suspected Jackson Wang who was a rookie idol at the time to walk into the gym. One thing lead to another and the two of you ended up meeting once a month for workouts. Those workouts soon turned into hang outs with turned into you constantly staying at Got7’s dorm whenever the group wasn’t promoting. The two of you created a bond that was stronger than any friendship you’ve ever had.

A low chuckle left the young man’s lips as his tongue slipped out to tease you. “Me? Jealous?!…Of course, I was jealous. It should have been me taking you out of dates and treat you like the queen you are.  But with work, I knew it wasn’t right for me to confess and have you waiting here all the time while I’m overseas. I just couldn’t picture us being in a relationship where I’m never home to see you. You don’t deserve that. You should be with someone who has the time to spoil you and be there 24/7.” Jackson finally let the secret he’s been holding in for nearly two years spill as his grip around your waist tightened as though he was scared you were going to leave him. “I just want to see you happy. Even if that means it’s not with me.”

Watching as the brunette closed his eyes; waiting to hear your rejection. He inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath as he felt you small hand cup his cheek.

“Jackson…Look at me.” You said his name softly and smiled when you saw his brown orbs again. Allowing your thumb to stroke over the rough stubble against his cheek. You loved seeing his bare face when he went without shaving for a few days. He may call them flaws but to you, it made him even more handsome. “Do you really think I wouldn’t be happy with you? I don’t care you have to travel all the time. Your job is very important and you’re doing what you love. As long as you’re happy that’s all I care about. So if that means I’ll only be seeing you a couple times a month once you guys start promoting again, I’m completely fine with that. I’ve liked you since they first day we meant, stupid.” You playfully flicked the idol’s forehead only to have him grab your wrist and flip the two of you over as he laid on top of you.

“So you like me too huh?” The confident smirk he had earlier that day made its appearance once again as you could feel Jackson’s heart beating. Wasting no time to claim your lips for a heated kiss. The desperation the two of you felt for those two and a half years had finally been released.

The night everything happened so fast. Clothes were thrown places neither of you cared about as your soft whimpers and his deep grunts filled the room. Exchanging meaningful ‘I love yous’ and ‘Let’s just stay like this a little longer.’ You were surprised none of the guys had walked in to see what was happening between the two of you.

“I love you so much,” Jackson whispered against your lips as his hips worked to hit deep within your walls. Making your legs wrap tightly around his waist, the sweat began to roll down the side of his face as he felt his release building up. Rough kisses were given to your mouth down to your collar bones as the brunette made sure to leave his mark in several places along your chest. You were his now and the scratch lines you left on his back proved he was yours.

“Come for me baby. I want you to come first.” He grunted as his pace quickened. Leaning back to reach his hand down to play with your clit. The teasing of his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud made your toes curl in ecstasy.

“Jackson…Please.”

“You’re almost there….Come for me”

“Fuck!” You hissed as your essence dripped down your thighs. Weak arms moving to wrap around the other’s shoulders. You held on tightly to him as your sensitive walls squeezed around his dick. Encouraging him to finish as well.

Hearing your love give his last grunt as you felt him suddenly pull out to coat your thighs with his own release. Both of you then collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.  Everything had changed now. Now longer were you two best friends. Instead, you were lovers. Or were you that already? The question was one both of you knew the moment Jackson turned on the bed too wipe away the sweat on your cheek and smiled

“So I guess this means we’re together now?”

“I guess so.”

“See, and you said my fans were crazy.” The brunette chuckled and held you close to his chest, only to receive a soft slap on the arm.

“Yeah, whatever…just don’t get cocky.”

“Um…it’s a little too late for that don’t you think, baby~”  

Yes ma’am

Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!

Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.

Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst. 

A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.

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Elephant in the Room

Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.

Words: 1745

AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!


Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.

          The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed.  You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.

          You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.

          You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.

          You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.

          More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”

          He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.

          You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”

          He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”

          His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”

          There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”

          Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.

          He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”

          He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.

          You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.

          You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”

          His brow furrows, “Of course.”

          You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”

          Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”

          You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”

          “You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”

          You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”

          “You didn’t I just got lucky  and got to have two sets of parents.”

          You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”

          “He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”

          You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”

          “He didn’t come.”

          “He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”

          He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”

          You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”

          He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”

          “Good.”

          You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”

          He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”

          You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”

          Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”

          You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”

          “I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”

          You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

          Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”

          You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”

          You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”

          “Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”

          You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”

          “He really wants to see me?”

          You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”

          He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”

          “Good, you can meet your new brother.”

          His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”

          You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”

          Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”

          You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”

          He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”

          You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”

          Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”

          You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.

          “Jason asleep?” you ask.

          He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”

          “Coming to dinner on Friday.”

          “He’s okay though?”

          You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”

Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”

          You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”

          He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”

Voltron on Instagram headcanons

Because my friend and I sat down and made a bunch of them so here we go

• Allura is on stuco and she’s always posting pictures of the decorations for the next school dance
• she maintains a study account for everyone in her grade to use as reference
• she’s always doing super cool shit like waterskiing or skydiving on the weekends so her posts about them make everyone jealous
• she’s the one who has followers from every school in the district
• probably runs a photography account too
• her bio has something about the sports she does, her school, just basic information
• fashion queen, she runs an outfit of the day account

• coran is a mess of memes and selfies
• shirtless pictures and flexing pictures because he loves himself so much
• much ranting about his parents and the world in general conspiring against him
• he tries to learn to skateboard and fails the first time around, the video gets posted and gets thousands of likes

• shiro posts study pictures too
• he also pulls all these crazy do-not-try-this-at-home-kids stunts like making flame throwers out of aerosol cans and posts videos of them
• he’s the one who tries to teach coran to skateboard, has like two skateboarding pictures on Instagram
• he swims and posts pictures with his entire team
• also on stuco
• has “#shallura” in his bio (im sorry but I’m trash)
• he’s in band and he always live blogs their band concerts and field trips on his story
• everyone mainly just follows him for the pictures of his pet cat, she’s fluffy and gorgeous and she’s named sky and she’s dark stormy grey
• altogether doesn’t post too often

• Hunk definitely posts food recipes. I know we’re all fed up with hunk being characterized with just food but he definitely posts food recipes.
• he’s a complete computer science genius and posts homework help for his classmates too
• majority of his photos are of Lance hacking his account and spamming selfies
• has a shitty science pun as his bio
• he reviews Netflix shows with Lance

• Pidge is part of Instagram royalty; they’re queer, they hack, and they game
• they’ve got thousands of followers for their video game cheats and tips videos
• they meme with Lance a lot too, so Lance gets popularity on Instagram through them
• they post one picture of this giant stash of soda and chips captioned “gamer fuel”
• they post another one right after it of this exquisite gourmet salad captioned “hunk took my gamer fuel away and replaced it with a meal :(”
• they put playthroughs up on their story every day
• they talk shit about every single person in their school by using pseudonyms for them, and everyone guesses who they’re talking about in the comments. No one ever gets to find out if they’re right or not.

• Lance just flat out memes, he runs a spam account and a main account.
• he runs both a dc and a marvel fan account, even though he does like D.C. Better
• he writes movie reviews
• on his main account there’s a lot of selfies of him with girls, him with his friends, him with his family… he just loves people and everyone is always tagged
• has the most followers after Pidge. Like allura, he’s the one who people from all across the district follow.
• he swims with Shiro on the swim team, and bitches about practice every day
• attends every social event ever
• plays the piano because I personally love this headcanon, he posts a video of him attempting to play the death waltz and it goes practically viral
• he learned to skateboard from shiro and now he can’t get enough of it
• he posts pictures of Keith glaring at and/or flipping off the camera a LOT
• complains about homework all the time
• his bio is something about space, but he never really posts about it because it’s more of a private fascination that just makes him happy
• he loses his mind over fish and spams pictures of them whenever he has a chance to

• keith is following only Lance on Instagram because Lance made his account
• he has exactly one (1) picture on his Instagram. It’s of his feet up on the desk in front of him, crossed at the ankles, black and white filter, captioned “rebel”
• the first two comments are Lance, one says “first” and the second says “why are you like this”
• his bio reads “Lance is the best” but he deleted the app after Lance made him download it so now it’s just up there permanently and everyone thinks Lance and him are a thing
• it also has something about him running track and what school he goes to
• his profile pic is Lance with Keith’s face in the background, smiling, but it’s the only smiling picture of him on the internet because whenever Lance tries to take one he immediately glares at the camera

Survive

Summary: Sebastian has a secret that threatens to destroy your relationship

Warnings: angst, fluff, angry reader, sad Sebastian

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

A/n: I just wrote this now in like one or two hours so sorry if it sucks 😅

You moved in with him only a couple of weeks ago and since then everything went wrong. Sebastian was always a very attentive person, caring and doting but lately he just didn’t try anymore. It was like you moving in with him was some sort of security for him. You felt like he took you for granted and didn’t care anymore. 

You wouldn’t mind if he would at least show a little interest every now and then but there was nothing. All he seemed to care about was his job and workout and you ? you were somewhere further down on the list. It made you angry to think about it. It made you feel like you weren’t worth it and none the less it made you feel insecure. 


You reached the point where you didn’t even know if you wanted to continue the relationship with him. 

You sat on the couch of your shared living room waiting patiently for Sebastian to come home. You were reading an article on a newspaper but you weren’t focused on it as you tried to hold back your tears. 

You tried to bottle everything up for to long and it all came up now. The anger. The fear. The worries. 


Because today was the day on which you would say goodbye to the love of your life and move on. You decided you didn’t want to feel like this anymore. You wanted to be appreciated and special, not just someone who is here now and gone later. 

Of course it was a hard step, you loved Sebastian like on the first day but you didn’t feel right with what the two of you had anymore. It was time for you to stop looking back. 

Hearing the keys you quickly whipped away the tears that threatened to spill and composed yourself for what was about to happen. Sebastian walked into the room immediately spotting you on the couch and his eyes landed on the magazine you were reading. You ripped small cracks into the page a sign for your nervousness but he forced himself to forget about it. 

He knew you weren’t feeling alright. He knew something was on your mind. He knew for a while know and he was about yo make it worse. He knew that too. 

Trying to keep himself steady he walked over to you and kissed your forehead. 

He held the paper bag in his hands up and smiled proudly at you “date night tonight”. 

You closed the magazine and laid it onto the couch next to you as you opened your mouth. 

“ you better get ready honey no excuses" 

He told you before you were able to do something. 


“Sebastian I need-“ 

“I told you no excuses” he warned playfully with small smile playing on his lips. He went away and into the kitchen grabbing onto the counter to support himself. A sigh left his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. 

He knew you. He knew what you wanted to do. He had to clear this of. 


It pained him, seeing you so hurt and concerned and he was so stupid doing this to you. He pretended he didn’t care. He pretended it was all alright. He pretended that you were just nothing special when in fact you were everything he ever needed and it was all about to fall down. 


He steadied himself and made his way to the kitchen table. 


You were sat in the living room. He left you in confusion and totally insecure about your next step. You decided to give in and get dressed in a nice outfit for date night. It was the last little piece of hope you had. Maybe tonight was the night where he’d start to care again. Maybe after tonight everything would be good again. 

You took a long shower, you hoped it could soothe your sore muscles a bit and would make you feel better but the result was pretty disappointing. 

You stepped out of the shower with a sigh and got dressed. You didn’t know if you should put much effort in how you looked like or not. You simply decided for a jeans and a plain black plain shirt, leaving your hair open and putting on only a little make up. You figured if he really still loved you he wouldn’t care about what you looked like, and if he stopped loving you you wouldn’t be disappointed in yourself for putting too much effort into tonight.


 You left the room and your bare feet tapped down the stairs. The small noises you made caught Sebastian’s attention as he silently watched you going over to the table he set up.

 He watched you look down in sadness for a short while, a sigh leaving your lips before you looked up again and  smiled. He knew you weren’t in the mood for smiling and it hit him like a rock.

 He was so stupid but at the same time so afraid. He wanted to put up candles and he wanted to cook but instead he just sat up plates and take away. He cursed himself for being like that. 

He needed to tell you.

 He noticed you walking over to him and he set up a tight smile. You walked to the fridge without even looking at him and took a bottle of water. He looked after you as you left and sat down at the table playing with the hem of your shirt and taking a sip every now and then. 


He couldn’t help but stare. You always told him about how you didn’t like your eyes and your nose. You told him how you wished you had another hair colour and you wished for another face shape. He never understood where all that came from, he found everything on you beautiful from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. He was in awe every time he looked at you and he wished you would see yourself the way he sees you. You were beautiful I’m anyway and he wished he could make you believe it. 


Another sigh left his lips and he made his way to the table sitting across from you. He opened the food boxes and gave you one with Chinese noodles and chicken.  


You glared up at him and pushed the box away, the anger boiling again. “I hate chines food"you growled angrily and he looked up to you wide eyed "you do?" 


Your index finger tapped a beat on the table trying to calm you down "yes I’m that kind of girl”  you hissed. 


You looked at him for a while, your finger stopped tapping the beat and now, now you just waited for any sign of response. But he didn’t say anything. 

A tear escaped your eyes as you realized what that meant, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your chair.  "Everybody knows me except you” you whispered softly and walked away. 


He looked down onto the table and buried his eyes in his palms. 


He heard steps again and looked up to see you walking across the room with a bag in your hand.

“What are you doing?” He urged in confusion.


“I’m leaving Sebastian, I’ll come and get my clothes when you are at the gym tomorrow.“ 


"Y/n" 


"Its better this way Sebastian.”

 He shot up from his chair and he didn’t trust his voice when he said “please don’t go” you looked at him sadly.

He looses you. He had to tell you know. 

He had to.

 "Please I… Don’t think I can make it without you.“ He told you as he came closer and closer.

 "Make what” you questioned.

“Y/n please I need you.” He urged and took both your hands in his as he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. 


“Sebastian… You don’t even want this anymore” you muttered in sadness.


He leaned back and looked at you in concern. 

He had to tell you. It was hard but he had to. 

He let go of one of your hands and started walking to the bedroom and dragged you with him. Once there he gently pushed you down to sit on the bed as he walked to his closet. 


You looked at him in confusion. You saw that something was wrong, his whole body was tense and he moved slow. 


He opened the door and reached for the upper shelf where he took out two boxes. He came back to you and sat in front of you. 

“I had a couple of girlfriends over the last few years.” He started his eyes already watery and now you felt a hint of guilt and you couldn’t stop yourself from scooting closer and laying your hand onto his arm for comfort. 

He smiled at you as he continued. “And with some of them it felt like it was a really good thing. I thought they were the one.”

He opened the first box and it revealed a couple of pictures and jewelry. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how much money he must’ve spend on them. 


“This is stuff I bought them I never got to give any of it to any of them tho. I was really in love with them” he paused and you looked up into his eyes. “ but they weren’t honest with me, just together with me because of my career. Most of them broke up with me and told me. Some of them just played with my feelings and never wanted something when in fact I told them I loved them.”


He looked down at the jewelry, not even noticing the tears that slipped out of your eyes. You couldn’t believe all this was true. It was horrible to even think about this, you wondered how some people were able to do something like this.


“I swore myself that I’d never make a mistake like that again, I didn’t trust a woman and I didn’t fall in love anymore.”

He looked back up at you and just then noticed the tear, whipping it away with his thumb.


“But then I met you” he smiled softly.

“And you are so different. And you have that glow, and you are such a polite person. And you made me fall in love with you y/n. I just love everything about you.”

 He opened the second box and placed it in your lap. You looked down and your jaw dropped. In it were at least three times more jewelry than in the other box, it was too much to count. Necklaces, earrings, little things to show his affection. He didn’t need to get you anything, you always told him and it was fine. But still he got all those little things, which you were sure didn’t have a little price.


“But then I remembered what happened so often and I got so insecure. I asked myself ‘what if I’m wrong again?’.

And I tried to push you away. Because I need you.”


He took both your hands in his and tilted your chin up with his thumb. 

“I didn’t want to depend on you because I knew, if you’d break this of like all the others did, I wouldn’t survive it. And that’s why I started pushing you away, I tried to make sure you weren’t able to break me." 


You looked into his eyes before he dropped them, simply ashamed of his actions. You couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned in and kissed him. He kissed you back softly but you could feel how sad he was. 


"You should’ve told me seb” you whispered softly.


“I was too scared” he mumbled against your lips. “I love you too much y/n I can’t loose you.”


 "You almost did” you stated making him look up to you and you kissed him again. 

“You made me feel very bad seb… I can understand where you come from now but I don’t know if I can handle that again.” You said a tear slipping from your eyes.


“I promise I will tell you what’s wrong from now on.” He kissed your tear away and looked at you again “I know you hate Chinese food, your favourite is Italian.“ 

He told you making both of you chuckle. 

He soon became serious and brought his hands up to your neck and pulling you closer so he could rest his fore head against yours. "I love you”. He waited for a response but instead of telling him, you kissed him deeply, your hands resting on his chest as your lips melted together.

“ I love you too” you told him as you pulled away. 


And in that moment both of you knew, you couldn’t survive without each others love. 

It would kill you. 

Him. 

And you. 


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PART 4

Utena has turned into a car.

I think it is incumbent on the viewer at this point to try to unravel both why this makes sense as a gesture and why it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Point 1: It’s a magical girl transformation sequence.  Ikuhara, having worked on Sailor Moon, knows all about this stuff.  The beats of a transformation sequence are as follows: upon activation of an arcane device, a girl loses all her clothes and emerges clad in fetish gear.  The ideal transformation sequence from a commercial perspective ends up with a girl wearing an outfit which appeals as much to young girls as it does to grown men.   As has previously been established, grown men like cars – but this car is hot pink, shaped like a uterus and is trying as hard as it can to be a horse.  Or two horses.   It is a “car” in the same sense that Sailor Moon is a “high school girl”.   It has been optimized to serve all of the needs of the academy at once.

Point 2:  What we are dramatizing here is the fact that despite her avowed wish to leave the academy Utena has still been socialized in patriarchy and therefore cannot fully transcend her status as a player of the academy’s game.   When she took Anthy’s hand and led her in the general direction of “out” she was still playing prince, saving the damsel in distress.  This gesture does not work because the academy owns it.   When she attempts it, she is revealed as what the academy forces her to be: an object.  An exciting, ambiguously-gendered object, admittedly, an object which is absolutely up to date and this year’s model, but an object that is nonetheless made to please a particular audience.  As long as Utena can still be the receptacle of male fantasy – as prince or princess – the story cannot work.

Point 3: Back in the old academy Anthy’s role in the final confrontation was to get stabbed a whole lot and lie in a coffin.   Of course, something important and transformative did take place there, and the gesture that changed the academy did come from Anthy in the end; but she didn’t look cool doing it.  Utena did all of the on-screen work.   If Anthy is retelling the story here she wants to emphasize that despite all of Utena’s princely self-sacrifice the most difficult thing anyone did in that room was reach out of that coffin.  She also wants to emphasize that she’s the top.

Akio killed himself earlier because he was unable to find his “key”.  He lost it when he realized that Anthy was, if not enjoying herself, at least tacitly “consenting” to what he had been doing to her, which was, as far as he was concerned, not nearly as hot as the whole drugged princess routine. Anthy, however, already has Utena’s key. Get it?  What we are emphasizing here, in case anyone got the wrong idea from the TV-mandated chasteness of the original series, is that queer desire is actually an integral part of the revolutionary moment.  Anthy is able to go through with this because she really, sincerely wants to fuck Utena’s brains out.

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-He’s the type of guy to have those cute little DIY string thingies that holds up photos strung around his house

-Also the type of guy to have those random, brightly coloured, porcelain animal figurines in his house

-His closet is actually really monochromatic??? Like he’s a bright person already, he doesn’t need to have bright clothes as well

-HE HAS THE WORST PICTURES OF YOU IN A SEPARATE PHOTO ALBUM, HIDDEN AWAY- SERIOUSLY THERE’S SOME WITH YOU LIKE MID-SNEEZE AND IN THE MIDDLE OF TAKING A BITE OF FOOD WHY DOES HE DO THIS

-Everyone thinks he’s so sweet 24/7 but he’s actually pretty sassy and lowkey sarcastic if he’s being himself

-Complete pacifist UNLESS you intend to hurt the ones closest to him, then he gets pretty scary

-Tries to take selfies with his sister but they come out terrible and she makes fun of him for it

-Also tries to selfie with you and you send the funniest ones to his sister (again, makes fun of him)

-Has so many of his mum’s art pieces hanging in his house!!

-Animals love him!!! That’s why he has such great pictures of them on his camera!

-Sort of unorganized; he has a full drawer full of SD cards but none of them are labeled so he has no idea what’s on them unless he plugs them in

-You have to help him pick out his outfits sometimes because he’S SO BAD AT IT, V YOU CAN’T WEAR CAMO AND STRIPES WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

-I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM WITH A PET HEDGEHOG AND HE NAMES IT SOMETHING SILLY LIKE SONIC

-Closet nerd, he loves Lord of the Rings, the scENERY, MC, IT’S BEAUTIFUL

-Once got stuck in a tree trying to scare you and you needed to call Jumin to come help him down. Vowed not to try and scare you from then on

-Has a TON of ugly sweaters and literally thinks they’re the cutest things ever

-Likes to try ANY cute DIY food video he comes across (buT V WE CAN’T EAT ALL OF THIS)

- this little nerd will leave you sweet notes all over the house!!! He thinks you make the cutest faces when you find them <3

- he has this really cute silly side to him that he only shows to you???

- like he’ll smack your forehead randomly and act like it wasn’t him at all but he bursts out laughing bc your glare is far from threatening

- his laugh is like heaven

- He puts eyes on literally every food item in your refrigerator as a prank but it’s actually really cute because he draws faces on them too

- Sooo many dumb jokes and you hate and love them all

- “What kind of bagel can fly? A plain bagel”

- sometimes u wanna kill him

- He signs up for every class that can make him “a better version of himself” smh this guy is trying to better himself??? Who does he think is

- art classes, photography classes, fitness classes, cooking classes, litERALLY EVERYTHING

- he drags you with him because he loves u <3

The Valentine's Day Community Relationship and Bonding Soirée

Chapter 1:  The Set-Up

Fanfiction ~ Main Pairing: Jerza (but many others involved!)
RATING:  Chapter 1~Teen+  💕  Chapter 2 ~ Mature (verrrrry sexy!)  😉 💋

Words ~ 7600
Total Chapters: 2  Total Words ~ 15,000  COMPLETE

CHAPTER 2 WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW!

Read on FF.net HERE

Summary:   None of the Fairy Tail guild members would think of Valentine’s Day in the same way again… A night of frolic, dancing and minor (for Fairy Tail) explosions.  Also, canal boats.  Mirajane and Cana plot to ease Erza’s surly attitude, roping Gray and Wendy into the action as well as stirring their spoons in several other pots.  The older members of Crime Sorcière are only too happy to help out, as they’re tired of Jellal’s moping. 

A fabulous collaboration between @nalufever​ and @impracticaldemon​ – We hope you’ll enjoy this Valentine’s Day present to you! 💗💗💗  If we receive enough encouragement, we will definitely try this again, although we still haven’t quite recovered from our current state of giggles!  😂 😂 😂


Chapter 1:  Set-Up

[I] The Planning

Mira sat on top of the freshly polished bar and employed her brightest smile at Erza.  “The Master gave me the go-ahead for the Valentine’s Day Community Relationship and Bonding Soiree.”

“Valentine’s Day is an archaic idea.” The red haired swordswoman crossed her arms and frowned.  “The Master only wants to ogle more women.”

“Of course.”  Mira’s smile never lost any wattage.  “There’s nothing wrong with that.”  She cast her eyes over to a sullen Laxus and Freed dancing attendance.  “We could use some fresh meat here.  Don’t you get tired of the same guys?”  She giggled—Laxus could hear everything (dragon slayer senses doncha know) but she had a thick skin when it came to certain things; if he knew what was good for him and her and Freed—he’d ignore Mira’s small verbal faux pas.

“Ugh.”  Grimacing, Erza looked away and let her lips pinch together in a most unflattering expression.  “Not everyone is looking to sate their base desires at a moment’s notice.”

Cana took this opportunity to spin around on her bar stool.  “More’s the pity.”

“Yes, Cana knows what Valentine’s Day should be about,” agreed Mira.

It took all Erza had not to growl. Instead she grumbled:  “Why would any sane person take the advice of a demented match-maker or an inveterate lush?”

“Tch.”  Mira ignored the tone and content of Erza’s words.  “You really need something to take that wicked edge off.”

“I am fine.”

Cana drained her mug and shook her head; Mira looked at the red-head and giggled.  “The cards never lie, Erza.  You need some help.”

“I am fine.”  Repeating her words didn’t make her believe them any better either. The endless scuffling between Gray and Natsu, behind her, burned her last nerve.  Turning, Erza glared at the ice and fire mages.  “I will rip off your arms and beat you to death with them if you don’t stop right this instant!”

Natsu pulled his punch, turning his haymaker into a friendly arm around Gray’s neck.  For his part, Gray grimaced but allowed the contact.  

“We’re the best of pals over here!”

“The very best!”

Lucy sighed and joined Erza, Cana and Mira.  “Did I hear someone asking for help?”

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All I Ask.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Titled: ‘All I Ask’ 

Cast: Dean, Y/N, Charlotte (6), Cassie, (3), Catherine, (2), and Bennett (7 months old) 

Word Count: 1,169

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats Michelle’s 2K Writing Challenge! Thank you so much for allowing me to participate!! And @chaos-and-the-calm67 this was one of the gifs you submitted I just turned it into a one shot! 

Warnings: language, FLUFF, daddy!dean feels, and FEELS. 

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After your son Bennett was born you practically on your hands and knees just begging Dean ever chance you got to go get some pictures taken. They weren’t going to stay that young forever. You would remind him frequently to also guilt him. Dean didn’t understand why you wanted pictures done so badly and after he thought it over and talked to Sam about it. He decided for your birthday, a part of your present they could go out and get some pictures done. 

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Jealousy- A Sirius Black One Shot (SMUT/DADDY KINK)

Anonymous asked: Could we maybe get a kinky SiriusXReader piece? Like dominate Sirius or light bondage or Daddy kink or something like that?

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! Just a heads up, it is…dirty

The Gryffindor common room was packed wall to wall with every student in your house. The Halloween party had just let out but no one was ready to call it a night. So here everyone was, gathered together continuing the festivities that had started down in the Great Hall.  You had just asked your boyfriend, Sirius, to get you another drink, which he willingly obliged. The music was loud and crowding your already swirling head. Fire whiskey was a hell of a drink and it always seemed to make you the most open version of yourself. You watched him talk with ease to those around him, his dazzling smile radiating light for all to marvel. Sometimes you were taken aback by how much you loved him, how you’d never met anyone so unique in your entire life.

As you were leaning against a bookcase lost in your own thoughts, a seventh-year boy appeared in front of you, seemingly out of nowhere. He was tall and blonde; his shoulders were broad and you recognized him as being the 2nd string Beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team.

“Sorry, I know we haven’t formally met before. I’m Thomas,” he beamed, flashing you a wide smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” you introduced yourself, giving him a shy smile.

“I know this is totally random and forward, but I just had to come over and tell you how beautiful you look tonight,” he confessed as he fiddled with his fingers.

“That’s very sweet, bu—“ you began, but something, someone rather, caught your eye. Sirius was standing about 6 feet behind him, a drink in each hand. Saying he was glaring at this poor, unexpecting boy was an injustice to the expression he had on his face. His eyes were narrow and his jaw was locked firmly in its clenched position. Something about him looking so angry was incredibly attractive to you.

“But I think the lady has a boyfriend,” Sirius finished for you, placing himself between you and your new suitor. He was nearly growling before Thomas finally got the picture.

“Didn’t mean any harm by it. Just had to say that—“

“And I think you’ve said what you wanted to, so you may leave now,” he dismissed. Thomas gave him one last look over before sulking away. Sirius turned to face you, his face still hardened.

“Sirius! That was incredibly rude!” You shoved his shoulder lightly. He barely moved. “That poor boy was just trying to be nice!”

“Too nice. If you saw the way he was looking at you before he came up…” he started, taking a step closer to you, “that’s the way I look at you. Only I can look at you that way, love.” He cupped your cheek and something dark danced across his expression. “Upstairs, now,” he commanded. At those words, you knew what was running through his mind.

“Am I in trouble,” you whispered in his ear, “Daddy?” His eyes rolled back a bit at your words, completely engrossed in their implication.

“Yes, kitten. I’m afraid you are.” He grabbed your hand and led you up the spiral stairs to the boy’s dormitory. Everyone was too involved in the party downstairs to notice anyone missing. Sirius pulled you into the room he shared with Remus, James, and Peter. You staggered in as he lagged a few steps, careful to lock the door behind him. You sat on the foot of his bed, leaning back on the heels of your hands. Sirius stalked around the room, pacing in small circles before he stopped to look at you.

“You trying to make me jealous?” he questioned, raising his gaze to meet yours. The knot in your stomach started to tighten.

“Of course not,” you exclaimed. He snapped his head to face you straight on, his eyes wild and dark. You were very clearly forgetting something. “Daddy.” His long, lean legs made quick work of the distance between you.

“Well, you’ve misbehaved all the same, love.” He ran his fingers through your hair, gripping the roots at the nape of your neck. “What am I going to do about that? Hm?” He pulled slightly, lifting your chin up towards him. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, as delicate as he ever had, before whispering against your mouth. “Turn around, kitten.”

The anticipation was building in your stomach and between your legs. You bent over the edge of the bed, your chest pressed to the top comforter. Sirius was standing behind you, his large hand slowly sliding up the back of your thigh. He pushed the hem of your pleated skirt up over your hips, exposing you to him fully.

“No panties, love?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I was going to surprise you later, but you beat me to it,” you teased. His palm moved across each cheek, the calm before the storm.

“Oh, it’s a surprise.” He lifted his hand, “quite convenient right about now.” He lowered it with a smack. You jolted forward a bit at the contact, the sting still ringing when he let out another blow to the other side. He rubbed you a bit once again, soothing any lingering pain. “Now kitten, remind me,” he began, smacking your backside once again, “whose are you?”

“I’m yours, Daddy!” You cried out. The sensation was overwhelming your senses, a delicious pain that you craved from him. Sirius smacked you once again before rubbing his hands over the deepening pink that he was leaving behind. A small hum of content came from him as he continued to stroke your backside, his fingers dancing closer to your core with each movement.

“Go to the headboard,” he commanded. You crawled forward without hesitation, mindful to swing your hips a little extra as you did, taunting Sirius in a way you knew he would make you pay for. When you turned to face him once again, there was a dark and playful look on his face. “’S not nice to tease, kitten.” One of his large, strong hands moved to the knot of his tie and began to pull it loose, never once taking his eyes off of you. “I think you have far too many clothes on, kitten. Be a good girl and take them off for Daddy.”

You slowly began to remove what remained of your outfit as Sirius continued undressing himself. He slowly pulled the silk tie through his fingers as he moved around to the side of the bed, carefully positioning himself over you. Instinctively, you reached up to run your fingers through his perfect hair, but he caught your wrists in his hands before you could even feel a strand. “We can’t be having that, now can we?” He tisked, wrapping the tie he had kept with him around your wrists, binding them together. “You can have whatever you’d like, all you have to do is ask, kitten,” he smoldered.

He lowered his head to your breasts, taking one of your taught nipples into his mouth. You let out a loud moan as his tongue swirled, the pressure of his sucking making your very core ache. He released you with a pop, moving over to the other side. The sensations were overwhelming you; you were desperate for him to fill you entirely.

“Please, Siri—“ you began to moan. At once, his head snapped up, a warning look in his eyes. “Daddy,” you corrected yourself. He reached up and stroked your face with the back of his fingers.

“Yes, doll?”

“I need your cock inside me, Daddy,” you admitted, pressing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the pressure that was building inside you.

It took no further convincing for Sirius to align himself over you, slowly pushing himself inside your entrance. Once you had reached the base of him, he let out a guttural moan from deep in his chest. He pulled out again slowly, making sure you felt every inch of his length.

“Please, Daddy,” you pleaded, “I need you to punish me.”

“As you wish, kitten,” was all he said before forcefully entering you once again, causing you to cry out. He continued to pump in and out of you, faster and harder with each stroke. He looked down at your body, completely submitted to his movements. A grin appeared on his face as he watched your breasts bounce with each time he entered you. His hips rocked into yours in such a way that always drove you crazy; the grinding of his pelvis was what you had been yearning for the entire night. Both of your breathing became labored as he was chasing his release, his movements becoming more erratic. His face contorted and eyes shut tight as he thrust hard into you one final time, his contents spilling into you. He let out a deep exhale as he looked over your flush body, hands still bound behind you.

“I’m going to release you,” he started as he began to remove the silk tie, “but I need you to finish yourself for me, pet. I wanna watch you play with that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Your breathing caught in your throat, your wrists now free to move about. Sirius sat back on his heels and stared at you intently. Slowly, you lowered your hand to your slick folds, the contact making you draw in a breath immediately. You were already close to your orgasm from Sirius, so you it would only be a matter of moments before your own release. You circled your swollen bud, a breathy moan on your lips. A few more times and you called out for him. “I’m going to come, Daddy.”

“Fuck, you look so beautiful, Y/N” he whispered, his still throbbing cock casually in his hands as he watched you. Your legs began to twitch and a final, loud moan escaped you as you hit your peak. You started to steady your breathing and looked into Sirius’ grey eyes once again. They had a glint to them, his mouth pulled in a crooked grin. He crawled up to you, wrapping your body close in his toned arms. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“Did I do good for Daddy?” you teased, smiling up at him.

“Yes, love,” he chuckled. “I do hope that git downstairs heard you already have a daddy,” he added spitefully, still caught up in his jealousy.

“Oh get off it,” you groaned, kissing his neck. “Just go to sleep, would you?” He let out a small laugh, tucking you in closer under his chin. His chest started to rise and fall in time, carrying you both off to sleep.

A Place to Call Home pt 6

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 7,328

Warnings: Language, mentions of assault, SMUT

A/N: Here is the next part of A Place to Call Home, I hope you all like it! There’s finally some more smut! YAY! hahah. Huge thank you to @rememberstilinski and @writing-obrien for proof reading and giving me their input! As always, let me know what you think! :)

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