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View of mezzo-soprano Barbara Conrad and Ferruccio Furlanetto in Verdi’s opera, “Rigoletto.” Stamped on back: “James Heffernan.” Label on back: “Press Department, Metropolitan Opera, Lincoln Center, New York City 10023. Ferruccio Furlanetto as Sparafucile and Barbara Conrad as Maddalena in Act I, Scene 2 of Verdi’s ‘Rigoletto.’”

  • Courtesy of the E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library
Personal Space

Peter Parker x Reader

As part of my request a prompt, 300 follower celebration.

Request: From the wonderful @the-peterparker : CONGRATS RILEY!!!!! i wanted to request so many prompts bc they’re all so good but i dialed it down to 35, 52, and 66 (they don’t all have to be in one if u don’t want but ur call ur the genius lol)

Prompts:  “What about me?” “Have you ever heard of personal space?” “Oh boy…”

Peter is in his 20s.

This is actually just fluff/borderline smut with little to no plot. (Gratuity for the angst in the last one.)


It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to forget about the chicken in the oven and the simmering vegetables on the stove. It wasn’t really much of a surprise all things considered. Peter had been away with the Avengers for over a week. What had surprised you was the way that your hug had turned into being snatched away from the stove, lifted, and placed firmly on a counter; warm hands running up cool legs to pull them apart and make room for a pair of slim hips.

It was surprising how quickly he could get your heart going.

Even after all this time.

“Have you ever heard of personal space, Parker?” You whispered, words shaky and sounding a lot less confident than you were aiming for as his curls brushed past your ear, warm, hot breath spilling over your skin as moist, teasing lips worked their way down your neck. The tense coil of heat in your belly burning as he chuckled against your flesh, already covered in goosebumps; your whole body shivered and you released a startled breath as his lips moved up to your ear.

He smelt the way Peter always did but there was a hint of something like peppers, onions, and snap peas there too.

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Two Titans, One Lover

Fic Request: 
“Mine was about anti and dark fighting over the reader”

Originally posted by deadperson626


(Props to the creator of this awesome animation! I just saw it and was like, YES!)

“What makes you think they’ll ever be with someone so stuck up?” Anti hissed, his fist curling around the knife. 
“I’m sure they’d prefer one such as me over an imbecile any day!” Dark retorted bashfully. 
Anti rushed at Dark, the knife flashing up to meet with his smug face. But Dark danced around it, his fist catching Anti’s cheek. The two were a tornado of fists and flying limbs. Their cries of anger making the ground tremble. 
Dark was forced back against a table, a vase was knocked from it’s perch and it shattered on the floor.
You were stirred to awareness by a small bang somewhere in the house. But you rolled over, tucking the blanket under your chin, unknown to the battle that was raging just outside your perception. 
Dark kicked Anti back, his hands grasping at the man’s shirt. But Anti unleashed a torrent of energy through his body, zapping Dark’s hands away with a cackle. 
“I’m quicker, Dark.” Anti sneered, stepping around Dark’s form and slicing open his side. “You wouldn’t stand a chance against others like me.” 
Dark grunted as he charged at Anti, his fist catching him in the stomach. Throwing him into the air and casting him across the room. 
“But I’m stronger,” Dark snarled. “I can protect them. Where your only ability would be to flee.” 
Anti launched himself off the ground, the knife forgotten on the ground. The two met in the center of the room, a collision that sent a boom through the house.

You defiantly weren’t hearing things. 
The walls had certainly vibrated, as if an earthquake had just rolled through. 
You hurried out of bed and made your way to the where another crash sounded. 
But the room was empty. Only a broken vase and a shattered coffee table made a difference in the empty space. 
However, the pressure in the air was heavy. Like a thick fog that pressed down on you as you walked into the room. 
When you flicked the lights on, they flickered and popped. A lamp-bulb actually cracked when you lightly tapped on it. 
A small shard embedded itself in your finger and you cursed loudly as a trickle of blood ran down your finger. 

The two entities faltered when you entered the room. Dark had fixed your perception, altering it so the battle wouldn’t disturb you. But the physical environment wasn’t in his power. What they broke, you heard and could see. 
They quietened as you stepped further into their space. Watching you to see if you’d sense them.
But you were oblivious.
Anti dashed around you as you made your way in between them. The fight commencing even as you switched on the lights and tapped a lamp by the door. 
They froze when the heard you curse. The sight of your blood turning their attention off each other.
“Stupid bulb,” You muttered, hurrying away to get tweezers and clean up the cut.
Dark went to touch you, but Anti slapped his hand away. The fight progressing. But when the two slammed into the wall, making the pictures fall off their hooks, you came storming back in.
“Alright! Who is here?” You demanded. “Dark? Anti? Show yourselves!” 
The two froze. Anti’s head under Dark’s arm and his fist poised ready to punch the Irish-man’s face. 
They both waited for a moment. But you were impatiently standing there, tapping your fingers against your side. 
Dark sighed and released his hold on your perception. Anti wriggled out of Dark’s hold as the two appeared before you. 
“What the hell are you two doing?” You demanded angrily. “Are you fighting? What about now?” 
The two looked at each other, sheepishly avoiding your gaze. 
“Nothing, love.” Dark purred, trying to distract you. “Just a little tussle is all.” 
“Yeah, just two pals wrestling.” Anti punched Dark’s shoulder. Harder than was necessary, and the two glared at each other. 
You pinched the bridge of your nose. Trying to bring whatever patience you had back to the surface. 
“If you two want to fight, do it outside. Or don’t bother coming here. I’m sick of having to clean up after you two and my neighbors are worried I’m some murderer with all the noise you two make!” 
Dark and Anti looked at the floor. “My apologies, pet. We’ll do better on your account.”
“Cross our hearts and kill our other halves.” Anti joked with a smile. But you were beyond amused.
“Clean this place up and get out. I’m too tired for this tonight!” You huffed, stomping out of the room. 
The two watched you leave. Shifting on his toes, Anti bounced slightly on the spot. 
“I still think they dig me more.” He announced with a grin.
Dark barked a laugh, “Really? Because I’m pretty sure you just got kicked out.” 
“So did you, Dark!” You yelled from the other room.

Bite (M)

Originally posted by babyuns

Pairing: Vampire!Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Smut, pure and filthy smut.

Summary: Your boyfriend is very fond of having his head between your thighs. But, this time it is a little more interesting…

Words: 514

Warnings: Blood, sexual scenes.

A/N: Thanks to my dear friend, Iman, who told me I should make this concept a drabble.

Please give me some feedback!


You already knew your boyfriend was very fond of burying his head between your legs, giving your thighs the occasional marks. Hence why he was in between them right now, too. He had you speechless from the pleasure he was giving you. His right hand firmly bending your leg for better acces and his left hand holding yours. Your hands were buried in his locks, tugging at them. Suddenly, his tongue was removed from your dripping center and you knew that he was about to make his usual marks on your legs again, like he did every time he pleasured you like this. You loved it. Only, this time it began with a small sting. That wasn’t usual. In fact, it never happened before and it caught you off guard. Yet, it felt… ecstatic. So, automatically, you arched your back and let out a loud whine. You looked down at Chanyeol, your vision slightly blurry. But you still could see the toothy grin on his lips, his pointy, slightly longer canines bright white. But, they had a tone of red at the bottom.

Then it hit you, the sting you felt were his teeth digging into the flesh of your thigh. And for some reason, the mere thought of it made your eyes roll back, a moan escaping your throat. You heard Chanyeol chuckle. “I suppose you liked that?” you heard him ask. His thumb was slowly circling your most sensitive spot. You nodded wildly, watching Chanyeol sweeping little bits of blood way from the spot on your thigh where he just had bitten you. And you bit the inside of your cheek. Gripping his hair just a little bit tighter when his lips met your center again, moaning his name. Which made Chanyeol only more motivated to get you to your release. Both his tongue and fingers were now hard at work.

At a certain moment. He hit that spot that made your toes curl and your eyes snap shut. “Right there” you croaked out. “Please” you added with a loud whine, making Chanyeol smirk. Your boyfriend obeyed your impulsive command and hooked his fingers one more time to the spot. You shot up, holding his shoulders with all the strength you could, afraid that if you didn’t, you’d pass out. Chanyeol watched you in pure bliss. His left hand on your back, the other pressed against your head, holding you to his chest while you came down from your high.

Slowly, you slumped against the couch, looking at Chanyeol. “Did you really just bite me?” you couldn’t believe it. Your vampire boyfriend just bitten your thigh and to your own amazement, you loved it. Chanyeol proudly nodded, slightly opening your legs to wipe a bit of blood away, sticking the bloody finger in his mouth, a sly look on his face. You giggled. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you.” you let out a groan, laughing afterwards as you pulled your panties on again. Fixing the big blue shirt that you had stolen from Chanyeol. “You’re going to bandage this, Yeol.”

BTS reaction to an accidental kiss with their best friend

A/N: Gosh at this point, these things should be called drabbles, not reactions anymore. This is like 300 words per member  y I K E S. Which is why I have to put this under the read more cut, sigh. PLUS, I know I have a couple of requests but at this rate, it’s going to take me a while! I just thought of this cute idea though one day and I was like “yeeep, I gotta churn this out first before I work on requests–it’s too cute.” I am sorry not sorry for Namjoon’s imagine. It is so cliche I’m screaming. Actually, all of this is too gosh darn fluffy and cute ew. Some of them probably doesn’t even make sense bUT YA KNOW WHAT: please enjoy <3 

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Kim Jongdae

REQUEST: **hiGHKEY DOWN for some Chanyeol or Chen smut if you get the chance to do any today. Maybe something to do with watching them practice the choreo for The Eve?
(I fucking love that choreo if you haven’t seen it its here X)

Type: Smut

Word Count: 2099

Originally posted by misskpopforever



The boys had been texting you all day. They were tired, they were hot, they were hungry, ect. You were just trying to get some house work done, but the constant dinging of your phone made it near impossible. It didnt help that your boyfriend was encouraging them either.

Jongdae: babe, please bring us food.

Beakhyun: y/n please were so hungry we want takeout please.

Kyungsoo: do you see how nice we are being?

Jongdae: you’re so pretty

Jongin: and so sweet

Beakhyun: and like so freaking talented

Chanyeol: did we mention how pretty you are?

fine.

damn you’re so annoying.

ill be there in an hour.

Jongdae: you’re a life saver i love you so much.

You threw your towel in the bucket you had all your cleaning supplies in and rolled your eyes. It didnt take as long as you wanted it too for you to get all the boys favorites from your usual take out place. You wanted them to suffer at least a little before you gave them what they wanted. You loved the boys, they were family to you. But for what ever reason because you were in a serious relationship with Jongdae it meant you were a mother and had to do things that you didnt want to do for them.

You entered the practice room you were told to find them in with full hands. Their choreographer, who you also had to pick food up for, walked over to you to help you with the bags of food all while instructing the boys to run through the choreography just one more time before they could eat.

“Oh, what song are they doing?” You asked pulling away from the hug Jongdae had wrapped you in before walking to your usual spot in front of the mirror.

“The Eve. Just finished the choreo today.” He said smiling and sitting down next to you before pressing the button on the remote he held in his pocket.

You sunk down onto the floor, the eve was one of your favorite songs they had came out with. It always seemed to make chills run down your spine so seeing them dancing to it for the first time made you smile. You watched Kyungsoo walk forward with a soft smile on your lips. Your smile grew when he turned to reveal Jongdae. Your smile deepened  as he walked straight forward looking at you with soft, loving eyes. Your smile softened again as he stepped aside for Chanyeol to walk forward, who you watched for a few lines before moving your eyes over to Jongdae to watch him dance.

You smiled wide again as the angle you were watching him at made the current position he held make him kook like he had broken legs but your laugh hitched as he moved to drag his arms along his crotch, all while looking straight at you with the smirk that made your heart flutter.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip for half a second as his head rolled backwards exposing his neck and making you smile again. You giggled as he winked softly and pointed at you, but once again it was hitched out of your chest as he stepped into a set of slow body rolls. His eyes found yours, knowing exactly what he was doing as he rolled slowly. Seeing the slight flush of your cheeks he couldn’t help himself but to further his teasing. He smiled, they were only 40 seconds into the dance and you were already reacting the way he wanted you to.

Taking the reins and running with them he came to the center, making sure to run his hands over his crotch again, this time smiling as you cleared your throat and shifted. He had you right where he wanted you. Watching you watch him dance around, squirming like you were made his confidence boost so when the time came for the part he was waiting for he pointed straight at you, not caring if the other boys were also pointing at you. Your eyes couldn’t leave him. He smiled as he dropped down to the floor rolling his hips, the blush on your cheeks very obvious now as you were able to see a feint bulge through his jeans. Eyes not leaving yours he moved so he softly humped his body towards the floor.

You were toast. He had you blushing and you couldn’t fight the heat that had started to wreck your body. You even had to shift so you were resting on your knees so it wouldn’t be obvious that you were so turned on. You clapped as they finished, smiling wildly and wanting nothing more than to fan your hot face.

“That was great guys!” You said avoiding Jongdae’s gaze.

“You liked it?” Chanyeol asked with a wide grin, obviously picking up on how flustered you were.

“Well you know how thats my favorite song so of course I liked it.” You said. He gave you a snarky ‘uh huh’ with a playful wink as he joined the others in grabbing his food.

A pair of arms wrapping around your waist made you jump slightly. You turned into Jongdaes chest and smacked him.

“What do you think your doing!” You whispered, finally getting to fan your face.

“What, you didnt like it?” He said with an amused grin. You looked at him with a stern look which made him giggle. You turned to the table and started to walk with his arms now wrapped around your shoulder.

“Im so horny right now.” He whispered into your ear as you reached the table. There was no point in lying, you were too and would do anything to have him sweating above you.

“Hey, do we want drinks? I can run go grab some?” You said turning to the boys who now sat round the floor eating. They all nodded and you smiled walking out of Jongdae’s grip to head to the door.

“Wait, ill go with you.” He said stepping after you. He closed the door, but as he did you could hear Chanyeol’s voice say to the others, 'I think he’s going to be doing more coming then going.’ and then a chorus of laughter.

You didnt care. The boys were more than aware of your healthy sex life since their boundaries became zero.  Giving them  a key to your apartment wasn’t your smartest idea. You took Jongdae’s hand and pulled him to the handicap bathroom that was just down the hall. You locked the door quickly before rounding on him, smiling as he pushed you up against the door and kissed you deeply, your hands already going to work in unbuttoning his shirt.

“Stupid dance, fuck.” You said as you stripped his shirt off of him and threw it aside. He pulled your top up and over your head before pressing his lips to yours again.

You were already moaning into his kiss, his tongue caressing yours every time you did. You took charge, unbuttoning his jeans. Before pulling them off of him you hooked your thumbs in the belt loops and pulled him closer so his body was pressed against yours. You held him like that for a minute as his hands slipped behind you to unclasp your bra. You Let him pull you into his chest once he did as he walked you to the center of the room. You broke the kiss to pull his pants down,  your knees bending as you did so. Now eye level with is member you eagerly licked up his shaft, loving the deep groan that escaped his lips as you did so. Usually you loved to tease him with your tongue, but today all you wanted was him in you. You took him deep and instantly started to pump, another deep groan coming from him as he snaked his fingers into your hair.

“God slow down!” He breathed trying to pull your head back.

You listened taking him out of your mouth. He grabbed your arms and pulled you up, pushing you around until your back was pressed to the lone sink. You stood on your toes and adjusted one leg as he teased your entrances.

“Jongdae please.” You said wanting him to just pound into you already.

He chuckled and did exactly that. With one harsh hip thrust he was breaking through your tightness causing a breathy gasp to leave you lips and your arms to tighten around his neck. Deep, heavy groans were leaving his mouth with every pump he sent into you. There was something about seeing his reflection pumping into you that drove him craze. Making eye contact with himself he nipped against your shoulders making you moan even more.

Pushing into you quickly all the built up tension that had happened only minutes before were bursting out of each of you. The way your rolled your hips to meet his as he pumped mercilessly into you made the both of you tingle in pleasure. He grabbed your face between both of your hands, relying on you to hold yourself up. He pressed his forehead to yours and looked deeply into you eyes, moaning as beads of sweat started to drip down his forehead. Your mouth went slack as he held you close to him in this way.

He grunted once hard before one hand snaked around the back of your neck while the other trailed down your chest, stopping to pinch at once of your nipples which sent another wave of pleasure towards you. He knew how much you loved nipple play so he continued to kneed at the sensitive nub as his lips met the center of your neck. He’d let out another groan as you’re legs started to shake around him. Your orgasm was still growing, it was the amount of pleasure that was pounding in your head that sent your body into spasms.

“G-God, I lov-ve you ss-o much.” You whined letting your head fall back, your orgasm quickening. Feeling you clenching around him he’d begin to drive harder into you, his own release threatening as well.

When you unraveled around him it was accompanied by a loud, needy gasp as your body shook even more. He held onto your tightly, half to keep you from falling over and half because it was his turn to release deep inside of you.

The two of you stayed there like that for a moment, breathing hard against one another as your body twitched in fading pleasure, an occasional gasp leaving you as his member twitched unexpectedly and hitting your over sensitive walls. You laughed as he pulled out of you and reached behind you to pull some paper towels from the wall dispenser. After helping you clean off with a damp paper towel he placed a long, loving kiss on your lips. You pulled away resting your head on his bare shoulder and chuckled.

“I don’t think I can go back in there.” You said.

“Common, we promised the boys drinks.” He said not caring if the other members knew how well he pleased you.

Quickly dressing with the help of Jongdae he took your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom that now smelt of sex. Finding the nearest vending machine you pulled as many bottles as you could before walking as fast as you could back to the practice room. You entered nervously. Everyone seemed to look at you with amused eyes as Jongdae started to take the drinks from your hands. Now with food and sitting next to Jongdae you finally spoke up about the amused looks the boys were all giving you.

“What!” You yelled looking around until your eyes caught yourself in the mirror.

“Oh god!” You said looking at yourself, mascara smuged under your eyes, cheeks overly flushed, and a great big hickey on smacks center of your neck.

You covered your face with your hands as all the boys laughed out loud. You were so tired, already sore and now being laughed at. After the initial embarrassment wore off you looked over to Jongdae who was smiling proudly into his food.

“I hate you sometime you know.” Referring to the hickey you hadn’t realized he gave you.

“Thats not what you were saying fifteen minutes ago.” He said, laughing when he received a smack across his bicep.

“For the 15 years that I have worked at a foreign laborer welfare center, I met with foreign immigrant women on the weekdays, and on the weekends I met with migrant workers for consultations. If people came to the center with no place to go during the holidays, I spent time with them. Even though I could count with one hand the days I had off, I liked that I could experience people from many different cultures in one place. Filipinos like to eat meat and drink so at least once or twice out of a week, we would gather to have a party. During Ramadan, Muslims eat a ton of food after sunset and they would invite me and we would eat and have fun all night. I could see after spending time with these people, that through their difficult situation, they live a cheerful and fun life. People tend to think that because these immigrants are far from home and came all the way to Korea to work so they must be lonely and depressed, but from what I see, I think they know the ways to live a happy life.”

“15년 동안 외국인 노동자 복지센터에서 일하는 동안 평일에는 이주외국인여성들을 만나고, 주말에는 이주노동자들과 만나서 상담을 했어요. 명절에도 갈 곳 없는 분들이 센터에 찾아오면 같이 보냈고요. 1년 365일 중에 쉬는 날은 손에 꼽을 정도였지만, 한곳에서 다양한 문화의 사람들과 함께 할 수 있었던 게 좋았어요. 필리핀 분들이 술과 고기를 좋아해서 일주일에 하루 이틀은 꼭 파티를 열고, 이슬람 분들은 라마단 기간에 해가 지면 밥을 엄청 먹거든요. 그럴 때마다 저를 초대해서 밤새 같이 먹고 즐겼어요. 함께 해보면 힘든 상황 속에서도 얼마나 유쾌하고 즐겁게 살아가는지 알 수가 있어요. 멀리 외국에서 한국까지 일하러 왔기 때문에 외롭고 우울할 거란 편견이 있는데, 제가 보기에 이 분들은 행복하게 살아가는 방법을 알고 있는 것 같아요.”

NEW YORK, NEW YORK.

Pairing/Characters: Loki x reader.

Summary: Sightseeing with Loki, did not go as planned. (i really suck at summaries)

Warnings: None, I believe.

Word count: 451.

A/N: Here is this short, bad, horrible drabble, since i cannot seem to master writing today. This is the only thing that survived the delete button. Writing is hard, okay? Don’t hate me for this.

Originally posted by darlingjarvis


Since Loki was new in New York, you decided to show him around. He had not been in New York before (if you don’t count that time with the chitauri) so he had yet to see all the famous sites.

Looking forward to spending some alone time with the raven-haired man, you had it all planned out. You were going to show him everything New York had to offer.

Central park, the empire state building, the statue of liberty, the met, Rockefeller center, grand central station, Coney Island and Times Square were on the list of things to visit.

The two of you were going to experience New York in the best way possible. Which just happens to be the reason for why you and Loki had been strolling around in central park.

“I do not understand the reason for this-this fascination with nature. Why are you Midgardians so fond of trees and flowers?” He stated as you were getting closer the end of the park.

“Well, the trees are kinda the reason for why we’re breathing in fresh air, as fresh as it may be in New York, and the flowers well, they’re pretty.”

Picking up a flower, you shoved it in his face, grinning by the disgusted grimace he made.

“And they smell divine.

Scoffing, he shoved the flower out of your hands. Watching the flower fall to the ground, you couldn’t help but to let out a sobbing ‘hey’. Rolling his eyes playfully, Loki reached to pick up a new flower, one which he placed neatly behind your ear.

“I’m sorry darling. Do forgive me.”

Blushing profoundly from the nice gesture, you could only imagine how red your burning cheeks must have been at that moment.  

“You’re forgiven.”

Continuing on your way through the city, enjoying each other’s company, you approached a quiet street. The hum that was New York, children’s laughter in the distance and your own footsteps were the only things being heard.

“What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?”

Loki questioned braking the much-enjoyed silence. He was observed something intently in the distance. Turning your head in the direction he was glaring, you chuckled fondly at the demigod.

“Those are children. That’s a school.”

Nodding his response, he continued, walking in his own thoughts for a while.

“On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-“

“At least twenty.”

“You sure? It would be awfully good fun if one of them suddenly turned into a frog or a-“He turned his head back towards the kids, scowling at the sight.

“NO. You are NOT turning those poor children into animals!”

“Well you are no fun.”


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Winchester Movers

Title: Winchester Movers

Paring: Dean x Reader x Sam (No wincest)

Word Count: 2200

Smut Appreciation Day 2017

@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat: One woman hires 2 movers but it’s not what it seems to be.


“I am so done with this shit!” you threw the empty box at the wall as you started to pace around your apartment. You’d been packing for two days straight and this was just getting ridiculous. Why had you let your brother talk you into doing it yourself, and of course on the weekend he was out of town.

Grabbing the local phone book, you saw the first thing that said movers and had five stars next to it and called.

Falling back into your couch that had a million piles of things all over the place you let yourself rest, the movers would be there tomorrow.

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Blowing Smoke

Namjoon

**Request: Finding out the love of his life smokes **

Type: Fluff/Smut

Summery: Only being a social smoker Namjoon had yet to see that habit of yours. But when he goes to find you at a party and sees you outside halfway through your cigarette he’s flooded with different emotions.

Word Count: 2020

There was something about going out with you and his friends to a house party that Namjoon loved. You were glued to his side constantly staring at him with flushed cheeks caused by the one too many rum and cokes you had sucked down. It was nearing one in the morning and you had been very good about kicking the urge to step away, but when there was alcohol in your system, especially as much as there was now, it was hard to not want to smoke.

Kissing Namjoon on the cheek you told him you’d be right back, not specifying where you were going; you hated lying to him. As soon as you were outside and the cold air of the night hit your hot cheeks you sighed in relief before shoving your hand into the small purse you had to pull out the crushed carton and colorful lighter you’ve kept for so many years. The first inhale was blissful, bringing you down from your drunken state just enough to let you fully remember all the sweet nothings Namjoon had whispered in your ear and every time someone would try to step up to him he’d take your hand and pull you in closer. He was so sweet and you loved him so much your heart hurt just thinking about it.

“Y/n?”

You froze, the butt of the cigarette that was slowly burning out still being caressed by your perfectly glossed lips. You turned to see Namjoon standing there with hanging shoulders, hands in his pockets and confused and slightly sad face.

“Joonie, I…” You started trying to figure out if you should throw the butt out or hold onto it- not wanting to hide yourself from him but not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Just thinking about it you hadn’t realized you had looked back out into the dark skyline and inhaled once again.

“Y/N?” He’d say again stepping up closer to you.

You exhaled and threw the butt on the ground and turned your body towards him but letting your head look over your shoulder so you weren’t blowing the smoke directly at him. There was another minute that passed of you not quite sure that to say before he fully stepped up to you and squared his shoulders.

“I didnt know you smoked.” He said looking straight at you.

“Its not an everyday habit…” You’d say feeling so small, your mind now racing about how this just might be a deal breaker for him.

“Okay.” He said, smiling at you softly.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” He said walking up and pulling you closer. “Flaws and all I don’t care. I mean, obviously I care and Id prefer you didnt but Im not here to tell you how to live your life, just to live it with you.” He said shrugging his shoulders goofily. You couldn’t help but let your face fall not sure what he meant.

“I didnt expect that.” You’d say as he played with your hair a little bit and puled you in even closer.

“You’re not grossed out by me?” You’d say, feeling even smaller and kicking yourself for feeling that way.

“Why would I be grossed out by you Jagi? Sure its not my favorite quality of yours… But I have to say theres something about seeing your lips pursed like that, thats kindof….. Kind of sexy.” He’d say dipping his head a little lower to meet your gaze. He’d use this moment to fluster you further and run his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Namjoon what are you doing.” You said smirking lightly, watching his eyes grow darker.

“Nothing you don’t expect from me baby girl.” He said giving you a wicked grin that made your stomach lurch in anticipation.

“You’re so bad.” You chuckled.

He lent down to kiss you but your hand immediately rose to his chest as you suddenly became more self conscious about that fact that you definitely had smokers breath now. You never ever stopped him from  leaning in for a kiss before so when he looked at you confused you just mimicked bringing a cigarette to your lips and exhaling so he knew what the problem was. He’d scoff and take your hand pulling you back towards the warm house. He didnt let go of you till he had found the stairs to the second floor and led you up them. He pulled you into the bathroom and left you standing in the corner by the bathtub. You watched with an amused smirk as he rummaged through the house owners things till he found what he was looking for.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as he opened the cap of the green mouthwash and willingly let him feed you some. You spit after making him wait, the bulge in his pants extreme and the look in his eyes almost deadly as you prolonged the act of freshening your breath. You couldn’t even rinse the sink properly before he had spun you around and pressed you against the bathroom door, his lips crashing to yours hungrily as he rose your arms above your head. His body was pressed so hard against yours you could hardly breath, but it was so comforting having him this close and if you could you would pull him closer.

Quickly you pushed his chest and started to unbutton his shirt till it was handing loosely off of his shoulders and it was his turn to undress you. He slipped the light fabric of your tank top over your head quickly before returning his lips to yours. He kissed down your jaw to your neck till he was able to hook his hands under your knees. He lifted you so your back was pressed agains the door and your legs wrapped around his waist tightly so he could have easier access to trailing kisses down your cleavage and leaving bite marks on the insides of your breasts. This made you groan with a light needy breath as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders even more and rotate your hips so your clothed core was circling the area right above his member.

This earned you a moan in return which brought a smile to your lips as you unhooked your legs and pushed him forward.

“You want to see what these lips can really do?” You asked guiding him softly till his back rested up against the counter. You took his wicked grin as a green light for you to press your lips to his once more to distract him slightly from your hands that were making quick work of unbuttoning his pants.

You kissed his neck moving across his adams apple and down to his collarbone. Your lips made heavy work as you slowly moved across the sculpted bone till you met the center of his chest. You looked up to see him watching you and this time you were the one to give him a wicked smile as you kissed down his center, slowing taking his pants with him as you lowered yourself to a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. You bit your lip at the sight of his dick springing up from the hem of his boxers as they followed his jeans. It didnt take you long to position yourself under his shaft and catch the base with your tongue so you could slowly drag it across his length making all the muscles in his body tense up. When you hit the tip you let the tip of your tongue circle the small pool of precum that was presenting itself to you.

Still with no hands you let him slowly took his length in your mouth and down your throat till your lips kissed his body. He growled at how good you had gotten with deep throating but the growled doubled as a warning to get going, teasing was not one of his favorite things. You smiled as he left your mouth and placed a hand around his shaft firmly before reconnecting his tip to your lips. With one hand you pumped while the other held tightly to his hip. Your tongue danced around his tip and it wasn’t until he pushed his hips forward slightly did you start to bob your head, creating a vacuum for his member to be sucked through. His groaning was loud and more frequent this time as you knew exactly how to curl your tongue to hip that sensitive spot right where the tip hit his shaft.

He’d had enough. He didnt care how badly he wanted you to finish him off with that pretty little mouth of yours, all he wanted was to be in charge, like he always was and you loved him to be. You didnt realized his hand had found its way into your hair till  he was pulling you off of him and lifting you up just to press you against the wall again. His kisses were heavy and sloppy and his hands took no shame as they ripped at your shorts to try and get them off of you as fast as possible. You loved it when he took charge like this so when the ripping sound your underwear fills the bathroom as he decided it would take to long for you to step out of them you couldn’t help but gasp against his mouth. He then spun you around so quickly that you couldn’t help your gaspy chuckle as he lifted you onto the counter.

Hooking your arms tightly around his neck you held him firmly so you wouldn’t slide off the counter and you waited for him to line himself up with you. He didnt wait for you adjust as he slammed his member into your core, loving the sound of your hitching breath as you clawed at his back. He took no time in filling the bathroom with the sounds of your skin slapping and your loud unshameful moaning. Between the way his hips were curving up into you and the way he was holding you up made the sensation of him hitting the right spot every time that much more pleasurable. You were letting yourself go as the build in your core started to grow rapidly, your head resting against his shouldered as his pumps staggered knowing exactly what was going to happen next.

So when he pulled out of your abruptly and pulled you off the counter your eyes snapped open for half a second before he was turning you around to bend you over the counter so you were staring at yourself through the mirror. You watched as Namjoon took his bottom lip between his lip and entered you once more. It wasn’t until his eyes met yours through the reflection this time did he let his lip go to smile before bringing his lips inward and thrusting once hard into you before picking up his regular pace. You braced yourself against the dip of the sink in front of you  as watched you go back to closing your eyes and his favorite O face appeared. He wrapped his arms around your front so he could stimulate your clit and soon you were biting your lip in response.

Just watching you squirm under neath him, your knees clamping together and your knuckles turning while from your grip on the sink was enough to send him over the edge. The feeling of him exploding inside of you and riding out his high made your thighs quake and your chest to press against the counter as you gave one last moan before your orgasm erupted through out your body.

After removing himself he pressed his chest to your back and laid soft kisses on your shoulder while he whispered about how much he loved you. You’d sit up to wrap your arms around his neck and he hugged your naked body to his. You stood there like that for a good amount of minutes before a soft knock came from the bathroom door.

“Um, Namjoon? Y/n? Were leaving?” Hoseok’s embarrassed voice said from behind the door.

Hunger Games! au | Park Woojin (2)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

*very very long


  • seongwoo leaves the three of you in a suffocating silence
  • you feel every muscle in your body tense up when you think about daehwi
  • woojin stands up abruptly, pulling you out of your thoughts
  • “let me go talk to him” before you or cheetah could ask him what he was going to talk about, he was already walking through the futuristic doors
  • you throw your head back, tears coming to your eyes
  • “that’s right, sweetie! practice your tears!” cheetah exclaims from behind you excitedly
  • your head goes up and you turn around to look at her
  • “what do you mean?” your eyes narrow
  • cheetah’s bright smile falls slowly off of her face
  • “oh? i forgot to tell you?”
  • you look at her with a nasty expression
  • she giggles, striking at a nerve in your body, “your concept is an innocent girl who is scared and woojin is your strong protector.”
  • you scoff loudly, crossing your arms across your chest
  • “so that’s why he said he would protect me earlier?”
  • cheetah smiles, clasping her hands together, “this will get you more sponsors! people will eat this concept up!”

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Impulse (part 2)

As promised, here is part two. I did not edit this. Just finished, so please ignore any typos and weird things. Hope you like it! xx

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He’s knocking at your door before he knows it, the drive to your place being made in less time than it should, breaking a few traffic laws in his desperation. There’s a deep frown on his brow and his knuckles are knocking persistently against the wood of your door – he knows you’re awake. He can hear the TV on.

“Who is it?” You sound light, sleepy and not at all what he would expect and it makes him indignant. You’re supposed to be hurt too. You’re supposed to be having sleepless nights and you’re supposed to be missing him. Like he misses you.

Instead of answering he just keeps on knocking, until he can hear your feet coming closer and closer to the door. He purposefully keeps himself away from the peephole because he knows you won’t open the door if you know it’s him.

“Who’s this?” You ask again, forehead in a frown as you look through your peephole but there’s nothing there. It comes to your head in a fleeting thought, a hope you’ve been ignoring since the moment you left his house in a run, that maybe it’s him… but it couldn’t be. “Is anyone there?”

“’S me.” You hear on the other side of the door after a long moment of silence. It makes your heart jump on your chest, his voice making you gasp. It had been so long since you last heard him talking. In fact, every message he’d sent you was left untouched on your phone, because you were too scared of what he had to say. Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you see his disheveled head of hair, pointing to every direction, appear on the small hole. “’S Harry.”

Your silence is all he gets, yet again. You’re leaning against the door, hands covering your mouth so he won’t listen to your breathing and your eyes are already filled with tears. So long without talking or seeing him, so long missing him and crying every night because of your stupid damn mistake that had cost you a friend - your best friend, the one who was beside you for everything.

You were mortified, so ashamed of your lack of control and respect for his own wishes and wants that you couldn’t face him. The shame along with the fear of rejection was why you ran. It was why you went into hiding. And it was too late to go back now.

“Talk to me, please.” There’s a punch to the door and a loud grunt and you sob, tears spilling from your eyes. “Damn it, I know you’re in there, talk to me!” He shouts, frustration dripping from every word he says.

“G-go home.” You say, voice cracking on your words. Your eyes are already wet with tears, the feeling of missing him so strong it suffocates you, the knowledge that he’s just outside making every nerve on your body go into short circuit.

“She speaks!” He exclaims, bitterness tainting the words and it’s like a harsh slap to your ego. You never imagined he’d be this harsh to you but it seems that your silence had hurt him more than you thought it would. “That’s something I never thought I’d hear again!”

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anonymous asked:

Hey J, I know you'll probably be full of fix it asks but... Would you do something with Alex and Maggie being the best queer moms ever? I'm not out to my family, but just hearing what they say sometimes makes me sick. Besides, Adrian is one of the best OCs I've ever read. Thanks for being such a great person.

He’s never been drunk before.

He’s never been drunk before, but god, is he drunk now.

He’s drunk and he thinks he might be seeing double, but he can’t be sure because he can’t exactly count.

He thinks he might need to throw up, but he can’t be sure because – no. No, definitely sure.

He needs to throw up.

He makes it to the bathroom and he texts Maggie from his knees.

It’s incoherent because looking at the screen makes him throw up more.

He nearly drops his phone in the toilet when it starts to vibrate.

Maggie’s picture shows up on his caller ID, and he grins faintly and mutters her name mildly and spits into the toilet.

“Detective Sawyerrrr,” he slurs once he figures out how to put his finger on the green button thing.

“Where are you?” she asks, and he thinks he might throw up again, because she definitely knows.

“Maggie, don be mad! Don be maaad, Maggie, is Latinx night and I didn’t mean to have this muchhh – I don’t even think I had that much, just – did you know you’re not supposed to drink super fast? Or mix drinks? I think you’re not supposta do those things.”

“I was gonna teach you to drink, Rodriguez, you couldn’t tell me you wanted to before this?”

“Well you coulda told me you were gonna teach me!”

“Adrian.” He can’t tell if she’s frustrated or smiling or worried or all of the above, but he definitely here’s Alex in the background.

“Hi Alex,” he calls, trying to wave before he remembers they can’t see him.

And suddenly the phone is out of his hands, and he looks up, and a friend he met through the queer center, Mateo, is crouching over him, running a damp paper towel over his lips with one hand, holding his phone with the other.

“Maggie?” he asks, and Adrian tries to grab the phone back, but Mateo shrugs him off easily.

“Mateo? Is he okay? Where are you guys?”

“Maggie, I’m so sorry, I lost track of him for just a few minutes, I thought only one beer couldn’t hurt him, but you know how cute he is, some people must have bought him drinks – “

“Mateo, you have a boyyyyfriend, don’t let Jordan hear you call me cuteee.”

“It’s okay, Mateo, it happens. Just tell me where you are and we’ll come get him. And get him some water, okay?”

Jordan greets them both outside the club when they roll up in Maggie’s car – which she bought exactly for situations like this – and she flashes her badge when someone says they can’t double park, and she flashes her badge when the bouncer asks for ID, and when he balks, she says something to him in rapidfire Portuguese, and Alex can translate enough to know that it’s something about letting underage kids in, letting underage kids drink, and don’t think she won’t be checking back in if they don’t take this warning very, very seriously.

Jordan and Alex exchange raised eyebrows before Jordan leads them to the men’s room.

“Lady, you can’t – “

Maggie doesn’t even bother, on the warpath, just flashing her badge again, but she’s kneeling on the ground next to Adrian and Mateo in an instant, and her eyes are suddenly so, so, so soft, and Alex is so, so, so wildly in love with her.

“Hey, bud,” she greets softly, her hands running over his hair, his collared shirt, after squeezing Mateo’s arm in greeting, in gratitude.

“Maggie,” Adrian slurs, barely awake, and Maggie nods and grins.

“He throw up more since I called?” she asks Mateo, and he shakes his head as he shifts to let Maggie take over holding Adrian somewhat upright.

“Alright Ade, I know this is gonna be awful, but you’ve gotta throw up a little more now.”

“I don’t wanna – “

“I know, Ade, I know, but you gotta.”

“Are you mad at – “

But he doesn’t get the words out, because he’s suddenly rigid and retching violently into the toilet, and Maggie just holds his hand, rubs his back, nods softly, sympathetically.

“It hurts,” he whispers hoarsely, and Alex kneels behind Maggie.

“I know it does, Ade, but I promise it won’t hurt forever. Trust me, I know. When I was your age, damn, I got much worse than you are right now. I know how you feel, and you know what? I promise, it’ll feel better.”

“Alex! You came too. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I messed up your night, I messed – “

He vomits again, and Maggie kisses the back of his neck when he spits.

Alex takes the small bottle of mouthwash she’d grabbed from the apartment out of her back pocket.

“Here, Ade, swig this around your mouth. Don’t swallow it, okay?”

Adrian nods faintly as Maggie smiles at her girlfriend, opening the little bottle for him and guiding it to his lips.

He swishes and he spits and he leans his forehead on Maggie’s shoulder.

“Mateo, could you please – “ Maggie starts to ask, but he and Jordan have already come back with new glasses of water.

“Thank you,” she says, pleased with their thoughtfulness, with the concern and regret in their eyes.

“How you feel, Ade?” Jordan asks, and Adrian gives a mock grin and a weak thumbs up.

“You think you have more in you, buddy?” Maggie asks, and he shakes his head as she offers a straw to his lips.

“I know the idea of water hurts, but just a few sips. Just a few sips, okay?” Alex coaches, and she praises him when he forces some down, his face a tight grimace.

He whispers something that sounds a lot like thank you, and he remembers nothing else.

He wakes up in Maggie’s bed, jeans unbuttoned, top buttons of his shirt undone, shoes off. He wakes up with water, a banana, aspirin, coffee all next to his bed. With the curtains all drawn so the light doesn’t hurt his eyes, and with Alex and Maggie tiptoeing around in the kitchen, being as quiet as they can.

“Ey,” he tries, and even though it’s a whisper, they both spring to attention, spring to either side of the bed.

“How you feel, soldier?” Alex asks with a grin, and Adrian groans.

“I passed out?”

Maggie nods. “We only just got home a couple hours ago.”

Adrian’s brow furrows as he accepts the water Alex is giving him, accepts the help Maggie’s giving him with sitting up slow, slow, slow. “But it wasn’t that late when I called.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want us to carry you to the car, so we let you sleep it off in the stall until you could kind of walk. It’s okay if you don’t remember. Nothing bad happened. And Mateo and Jordan send their love, and their said they’re sorry they didn’t watch you closer. I’m pretty sure they blew up your phone with texts.”

Adrian blinks.

“So… so I get into a club illegally, and I drink illegally, and you just… let me sleep on you on a gross bathroom floor for hours and then take me home and take care of me?”

“What else should we have done, Ade?” Maggie asks with narrow eyes and a tilted head.

“I don’t know… yell at me? Arrest me?”

“Well, arresting you wasn’t gonna happen. That’s not what the law… But I did made it very clear to the club that if I ever catch them serving underage kids again… And yell at you? Why would I yell at you?”

“I was stupid.”

Maggie smiles, and she kisses his forehead, and she nods.

“Yep. But Adrian, you called me. Or, well, you texted me. You reached out when you were in a bit of trouble, and that’s all I can ask. I can’t ask you to never make mistakes. I can only ask you to make sure you call me – or Alex, or your parents, or all of us – when you’re in trouble so we can help you.”

“So… you’re not mad?”

Alex snorts. “Oh, she’s hopping mad. But we figure we’ll let you come down from the hangover before you get lectured, Sawyer Style.”

“Not helping, Danvers.”

Alex just winks at him, and Adrian lets out a groggy giggle, and Maggie can’t help but melt.

Because he’s home, and he’s safe, and he’s growing up, but god, he’s still their kid, and he always will be.

And she can’t ask for anything more.

Cheaters

My contribution to @inuyasha-valentines!! I hope all of you had an amazing day full of happiness an love.

Summary:  Everyone in the office knew Kagome and Inuyasha were having a not-so-secret affair. They weren’t EXACTLY wrong… (Not a cheating fic)

I was inspired to write this thanks to this post. It was so INUKAG that I just had to.

Already up on FF.net and AO3   :D

Before I start let me inform my lovely friends about this @kuddle-cakes @grapefruitwannabe @keichanz @vividxdreaming @purekagome @mustardyellowsunshine @stoatsandweasels @mmhinman @ryupioupiou @vixenfoxpaws @gypsin @meido-zangetsuha @little-known-artist @inukag-4ever @sakurasubinita  (and as always I know I forgot someone here ugh)

This is my gift for all of you! The amazing people that keep this fandom alive!!


Sango saw her work-friend walking towards the building they worked in. She could have been smiling and calling her to go inside with her, but this time it was not possible. Kagome, the cute, sweet, honest and decent woman that had been her desk mate and best friend from work for the last year was now walking beside him.  

Sango’s big chocolate eyes narrowed as she stared at him. He was not the drop-dead gorgeous type. Neither had he the best character or disposition—that she knew from experience. What did Kagome see in him to betray the man she had loved for more than a decade? A man that—before she met HIM—was the center of her life, along with their two sons.

Shaking her head, Sango saw them stop just before reaching the building’s door. After he whispered something into her ear and she giggled, he pulled her to the bush line until they were hidden by the myriad of green leaves. By the look on his face and the blush on her cheeks, Sango knew what they had been doing.

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Nudge Theory

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2516 (Act IV - Part II)

A/N: A five-act miniseries. The reader and Castiel must work together to solve the curious case of the missing Winchesters. Fluff, smut, and a plot for kicks. Is adding a second part to the fourth act of a five act mini-series cheating? Cause if so, I’m guilty! Act V got long…really long. So here’s Act IV from the reader and Castiel’s perspective to tide you all over until the conclusion!

Previous chapters:   Act I,  Act II, Act III , Act IV - Part I

Originally posted by winchester-novak

Nudge [verb] –

·       “Coax or gently encourage someone to do something.”

“Dean?!” the angel’s deeply concerned tenor was a contained thunder clap which sent you bolting upright.

“What do you mean, where am I? Where are you?” Cas pivoted to face you, “I’m in bed.” Speaking to you, he tilted the phone from his mouth and lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper, “It’s Sam and Dean.”

Even groggy with the withering vestiges of sleep you’d managed to surmise as much on your own. In the split second before your temper flared, you acknowledged it was kind of adorable how the angel stated the obvious with such gravitas. But what you really wanted to know was where the hell the brothers had been all this time, and why they didn’t touch base until now.

“I’m being too specific?” with a roll of his bright blue eyes and a deep sigh, Cas directed his attention to the conversation with Dean, “Earth…well, you said…fine, we’re at a motel in Clifton Springs…off Elis Road near the former site of the sanatorium…yes, following up on your case.”

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