now i remember why i do not try to make graphics

The part of the deep web that we aren’t supposed to see 

Story by Mr_Outlaw_

I’ll assume you all know about the deep web. Well, what you’ve heard is true, it’s not a great place. While some people are there to score legal weed or firearms, or even out of sheer curiosity, others… well they’re obviously not up to anything good. But I’m not here to talk about those sickos. I’m here to talk about what lies beyond that point. The more cryptic and unexplainable part of the internet. The part that nobody’s really supposed to see.

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Take It Like A Puppy (M)

Originally posted by jaayhope

Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?

Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope

Word Count : 5.5k

A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!

You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends. Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class. He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you, every second he got.

“Why do you keep trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.

“I’m part canine! That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.

“Well can you stop? Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.

Including you, there were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.

“No, you’re weird,” the puppy joked.

You finally turn to glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.

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Sexting (Jimin smut)

Originally posted by minblush

Summary: On a lonely night, you decide to sign up for an anonymous sexting site. Of course you are matched with the notorious fuckboy you’re constantly trying to avoid. Park fucking Jimin.

Themes: Sexting, Fuckboy Jimin, College AU.

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 4k

This fic contains: Explicit and graphic depictions of smut, sex over the phone, swearing. 






I’d rather not say/enter here:


Decent conversation/making friends/finding a language buddy/other





THOR562: 21 years old- Seoul, South Korea- also interested in ‘other’.




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professor || s.s

Relationship: Professor!Sebastian x reader

Summary: A one night stand turns into more of a problem when you realise that your professor is your one night stand.

Warnings: mentions of smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal and in mid-twenties!!!), age difference, professor x student relationship

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: im kinda getting my groove back let’s hope it lasts during the week because uni is already making me wanna die (((:

also my cause of death is the second gif GOODBYE

Just one more shot!” Seemed to be the motto of your night as you insisted you and your friends needed to go partying on one last Friday night before you start for your masters degree. 

You weren’t ever the party girl, never really big on drinking, but that all changed when you saw your schedule for the semester. You were going to be cooped up in your room for the next eight months, no doubt about it. 

So why not have a little fun while you still can? It can’t hurt, right?

Six tequila shots in and you were quite possibly the happiest person in the club, no, on the Earth. Not a single care in your mind, everything was all about the moment and whatever you laid eyes on in that very moment. 

That just so happened to be the exact moment your eyes met a gorgeous pair of cool grey ones. It might’ve been your intoxicated state, but you could’ve sworn that you knew those eyes, that you’ve seen them before. 

Your thoughts were pushed aside when the man walked even closer to you, offering to buy you a drink, to which you declined because quite frankly, you didn’t want to yack in front of the gorgeous man in front of you. 

His face fell when you denied his offer, but quickly made up for it when you grabbed his hand, pulling him to the crowded (makeshift) dance floor, immediately grinding yourself against him. 

His hands were large and warm, splayed against your waist as they moved your body against his, small and breathy moans leaving his mouth every once in a while as his head fell in the crook of your neck. 

A few songs later and the next thing you knew you were outside in the alley behind the bar against the wall making out with the handsome stranger you had yet to learn the name of. 

Fuck,” you gasped when his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, undoubtedly working on leaving some type of mark on you, “Sebastian,” you heard him mumble, confusing you. 

“What?” You asked, still panting against his face, your arms still laced around his neck, “my name,” he said, “it’s Sebastian,” he repeated as you smirked, crashing your lips against his, “take me home, Sebastian” you whispered in a sultry tone before he grabbed your hand and flagging a cab down. 

 The cab ride to his place was filled with not-so-subtle touches as you both looked out of your respective windows, trying not to draw any attention to your states, which clearly didn’t work. 

Sebastian nearly dragged you out of the cab, quickly paying the driver before bolting into his building to the stairs, “it’s only the second floor,” he assured as you nodded but all you could focus was how broad his shoulders were. 

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, doll,” he growled against your ear the second he had the door closed causing shivers to erupt on your skin as you followed him into the bedroom. 

Your head was pounding and every muscle in your body seemed to scream stop when you tried to sit or stand up. When you finally managed to muster up the strength to sit up and open your eyes you realised you were not, in fact, in your own bed. 

You gasped when you saw a man beside you, cursing when you couldn’t remember his name, even though it was right on the tip of your tongue. You checked your phone and found that it had thirty percent and you nearly cheered out loud. 

Quickly pulling on your clothes you took one last look at the very handsome sleeping man before walking out of his apartment, and making the walk to yours. 

Monday came sooner than you wanted it to, but your weekend was eventful and you couldn’t be happier at making the choice to go out on Friday. Your friends had pried every single detail from your night when you got home. You told them everything you could remember, but leaving out some of the more graphic details. 

You still couldn’t remember his name, you tried looking through your contacts to see if he maybe added his number, but nothing. It was still on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, but you just couldn’t get it out. 

Either way, you knew you had to push the man out of your thoughts as you rushed to get ready for your first class. You hit snooze just one too many times and you were running behind. Figuring you’d have to skip on breakfast you grabbed a granola bar before rushing out of your apartment. 

You lived practically right beside campus, thankfully, so when you stepped on campus and saw your building you were relieved, it was the first day of classes as well, it shouldn’t be a problem if you’re a little late, right?

It was weird being on campus and in your mid-twenties surrounded by young eighteen year olds scurrying to find their classes, you almost laughed remembering your own panic when you had to find your classes as a freshman. 

Walking into the large building you quickly descended the stairs and into the basement before walking down to the end of the hall finally reaching the lecture hall and pulling the doors open, stumbling in. 

The room was quite, so quite as you clumsily stumbled in. Every single pair of eyes was on you as you made your way to the only seemingly empty seat at the front of the hall, slumping down in your seat. 

“As I was saying,” a male voice caught your attention, “my name is Dr. Stan, but you can call me Sebastian,” your heart dropped to your stomach as you slowly lifted your head to meet the same blue eyes, both your jaws tensing. 

“Let’s begin,” Sebastian said, his eyes lingering on yours for a second longer before turning to grab the textbook. 

“You slept with your professor!” Nat screeched, howling laughter continuing as you buried your head into the couch cushion as she continued laughing at your misery, “it’s not funny, we could both get in serious trouble,” you told her, sitting up as she raised a brow. 

“And why should anyone find out?” She questioned as you sighed, “I don’t know…” you trailed off realising just how paranoid you were being, “you’re both adults and you slept with him before you even knew he was gonna be teaching you,” she said, reassuring you as you nodded your head, slumping back against the couch. 

“I can’t even look at him without turning into a tomato,” you groaned as Nat let out another loud laugh, “you have leverage now,” she grinned mischievously as you rolled her eyes, “you’re ridiculous,” you laughed as she shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. 

Your first class with Dr. Stan, or Sebastian as he preferred, was awkward nonetheless. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, barely making any notes as your mind screamed you’ve seen him naked! over and over again. 

It’s true though, whatever he was doing, you could picture him doing it naked, as gross, disturbing, and wrong as that sounded you just couldn’t help yourself. You knew he must’ve been uncomfortable as well because he would cough or stumble on his words every time his eyes landed on yours. 

Thankfully you didn’t have another one of his lectures until Thursday, hopefully you’d be able to push aside what happened and be professional. You’d just have to wait and see. 

You stood at his desk looking everywhere and anywhere other than him his words ringing in your mind, “Miss. [Y/L/N], may I have a word with you?” His voice just kept replaying in your mind, psyching yourself out for what he was going to say. 

You heard the door close as the last student was finally out, leaving just you and Sebastian, “so,” he said, clearing his throat as you finally looked up at him, almost out of reflex. 

God he was gorgeous. Dark brown locks brushed neatly behind his ears, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, his tailed suit hugging every curve of his body, no wonder you slept with him in the first place. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about, well,” he chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he looked at his feet. He was just as nervous about this as you, possibly more. 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, his head shooting up at the sound of your voice, “neither of us knew you’d be teaching me and we were both a little intoxicated,” you assured him with a small smile he mimicked. 

“Right,” he spoke, “it doesn’t have to be weird at all,” even you knew that was a lie. Neither of you could look at each other without being flustered and neither of you were good at covering up your emotions. 

“It’s probably gonna be a little weird,” you laughed as he laughed as well, tipping his head to the side as he admired you, “that was a great night,” he whispered as both your laughter died down. 

Your breath hitched as he said that, a wave of arousal flowing through you as you remembered what you both did that night, “it’s illegal,” you warned, although you didn’t sound too convincing, “it wasn’t on that night,” he smirked as you straightened up, gaining some confidence. 

“Well, Dr. Stan,” you spoke in a fake preppy tone, “I must warn you that you’re venturing into some very dangerous waters,” now your tone was much more sultry than anything. You watched as he took a few steps towards you, his eyes much darker than when you first started talking to them. 

“Careful, Miss [Y/L/N], you don’t wanna start something you can’t finish,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face, “who says I can’t finish it?” You smirked as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to take you right then and there. 

The sound of voices outside the lecture hall made both you and Sebastian jump back just in time for the door to open and a new group of students came pouring in, “see you on Monday, Sebastian,” you smiled, returning to your normal voice before spinning on the heels of your feet and walking out of the hall. 

The second you were outside you let out a large sigh, you were in deep and there was no way anyone was coming out of this unscathed. Fuck. 

A/N: this is gonna be a mini-series so there’s gonna be more parts I promise!!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in it!

Learning Graphic Design On Your Own

A Quick Note…

Everyone learns differently. Some people like to ask questions in class, others like to watch videos that they can pause and replay, and even more people could prefer to just tinker and see what happens (I’m personally a tinkerer). The first thing you should do when learning on your own (so probably online or through books) is to do some research and know how you like to learn.

So, let’s start with… what even is “Graphic Design”?

Let’s get this straight… graphic designers aren’t fine artists. They are problem solvers, visual communicators, and sometimes curators of information in an aesthetically pleasing way. We organize information and try to make the world an easier-to-understand and more beautiful place. Of course, there are other fields like advertising where we communicate to customers why they should buy certain products. Or there are User Interface/Experience designers that will develop websites and video game interfaces and design how you interact with it. Look into graphic design and see what field you want to be in. What do you want to do with graphic design?

Fun fact, the google definition says: “the art or skill of combining text and pictures in advertisements, magazines, or books.” and to that, I’d like to say we do SO MUCH MORE.

Now that you know what you’re doing…Here’s the VERY BRIEF process!
(I may make individual posts for each step later on)

  1. Learn the basics
    1. Typography, how to use the basic principles of line, shape, color, and so on is usually for everyone no matter your field.
    2. Basics like composition are also very important. If you’re into editorial then typographic spreads will be more of your focus. If you’re in web design then seeing how websites are typically laid out will be a thing to look into. Basic typography, color theory, and principles still apply!
    3. Basics and principles are a google search (or a book) away! Everyone talks about these things ALL the time.
  2. Look up inspiration and develop an “eye” for design
    1. Follow design blogs! Follow other designers! On all of your social media! (There are so many Tumblr blogs and Instagram accounts solely dedicated to graphic design curation).
  3. Look into the big names of the industry
    1. Why were they remembered? Everyone else in the field probably remembers them for that, too.
    2. What was so great about them? Apply what you learn to your own work!
    3. If they’re well known, they probably have at least decent work to get inspired from!
  4. Research is done… time to do some work!
    1. If you’re just starting out, there are some things you’re probably not used to. Doing things by hand with sharpie markers on paper will definitely help train your eye and mind to think more about communication, not pretty things. 
    2. Abstract things down into simple shapes. Then try communicating that same object with fewer shapes. Maybe only lines? Geometric style? Play around with communication! This is key when you get into icons, logos, and other visuals that require a more minimal look. 
    3. Remember, you make information more easily accessible. The best logos are easy to remember because they are simple and effective. Your work may one day need that kind of punch!
  5. The jump from traditional to digital
    1. It’s time to learn about your program(s) of choice… my biggest piece of advice would be to just mess with it. Learning on your own by trying to make something is one of the best ways to train your mind and body on how to use the programs.
    2. Try every tool. Try making basic shapes. Then make basic objects with those shapes. Then try making a person or something more complicated. Try to test every tool to see what you’d use it for!
    3. Don’t know anything or how to do something? Google it! If you’re asking there’s probably 5+ different YouTube videos, 3+ articles, and 100+ tutorials on how to do it.
  6. Let’s work on projects!
    1. Now that you’re familiar with the history, principles, other designers, and the programs… just keep on making stuff!
    2. Making your own projects (make your own website, business cards, a flyer for a club, a T-Shirt, and so on…) is my biggest recommendation on how to learn graphic design. Actually applying everything you’ve learned will make you think in a problem-solving way! Also sharing things that you’ve made that actually matter is way more fun than sharing a fancy circle you made with no context. (You can say “look at this T-Shirt I made!” instead of “look at this weird circle I made!”)
  7. Get feedback from designers and non-designers
    1. Once you’ve made stuff… ask everyone! Non-designers will give you a client’s perspective of your work. A designer’s perspective will help you grow as a designer and they may see things that you and your average person wouldn’t have noticed. (you’re always free to ask me if you’d like!)
    2. Please remember to not take feedback personally (unless they’re being rude, then just ignore them). You’re learning and growing and there’s always room for improvement. A lot of feedback is not a bad thing!
  8. Stay determined!
    1. Being a designer isn’t easy. That T-Shirt you made that took you a couple days? Someone could say they don’t get it. Other designers could say there was a better way to execute your idea. Another person may even say it looks like something else!
    2. When you design you have to expect to make revisions, rethinking, and making more revisions until it’s at a good enough place to publish. But no matter what, you have to remember that it’s not about PERFECTION. It’s about getting it DONE and learning to grow. No one is perfect, and it’s mostly subjective, so just take the criticism you agree with and don’t apply what you disagree with. As a designer, you should know what’s right, wrong, or what you should consider bringing up to other designers.
    3. KEEP MAKING MORE STUFF! You can even remake older stuff as you go on! Just keep going!

That’s my super brief process!

Now honestly, I could’ve gotten down into the nitty gritty details of each step, but this is basically how I’d suggest going about it if you want to get a head start before getting into college, or you want to just learn on your own.

If you guys have any additional questions or want me to go more in-depth about anything, feel free to let me know! :)

anonymous asked:

hey, big fan of your recs, really loving the creativity of the viktuuri fandom in trying to parse out what caused such an intense rivalry. but what are your top ten all-time favourite fics


Hi, thank you for the sweet comment and request! It was really tough for me to find just ten fics, and I didn’t want to go with just the fandom favorites – but some of them did make it on here because they’re SO GOOD. Anyway, without further ado:

(gif by @lametooru)

My Top Ten Favorite Viktuuri Fics

Love!!! On Ice by Aeryi, Explicit, 72k (WIP)
When the world’s top skater Viktor Nikiforov is permanently injured in a freak skating accident and forced to retire from skating for good he knows his life will never be the same again. But while his life is empty without skating to fill it, being forced to become the unwilling coach of a headstrong Japanese rising star skater was the very last way he wanted to return to the ice. The reluctant coach and unwilling student clash over almost everything but even through the hatred, something different slowly begins to emerge. Can Nikiforov teach Katsuki the secrets to finally winning the gold? And can Katsuki bring back the meaning to his life that Nikiforov thought he had lost forever? Seriously one of the best fics I have read in any fandom ever. Thumbs up!

If You Can’t Handle the Heat, Get out of the Kitchen by yellowmellow2k2, Teen, 117k
“Viktor, try it.”
Viktor looked down at the plate of steaming katsudon, the house special. He flicked at a piece of onion resting on the top of the bed of rice. This, this thing, is what was made Yu-Topia beat his own restaurant in the Food & Wine awards?
Viktor frowned, placing his chopsticks beside his bowl. “Please, this shack has only two Michelin stars. I’m actually afraid to put this in my mou — ”
Yuri shoved a piece of breaded meat in Viktor’s mouth before he could finish, and Victor barely suppressed a moan as the pork melted in his mouth, tender and just the right temperature. The sauce it was covered in complemented the seasonings just right, and the egg —
“Yeah,” Yuri says from across the table. “Looks like you finally have some competition.” Great rival chef AU!

tear out my heart, and it still beats for you by hearseire, Explicit, 43k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence
Ever since a fateful event in Juniors, Katsuki Yuuri skates with only one purpose: to kill Viktor Nikiforov. Not to beat him, as that’s not enough — would never be enough to repay Viktor for the hurt that he caused Yuuri. 
He skates to open opportunities to kill Viktor, meticulously plans all the ways to make him disappear and hide the body and get away with the crime. His plans are perfect, plotted to the last detail, and Viktor would be dead a dozen times over by now if it wasn’t for the fact that there are other people trying to kill Viktor, and Yuuri ends up having to kill them instead. Because he is the only one that can kill Viktor.
Now, if only Viktor would get a clue and stop thinking that Yuuri is in love with him just because he’s saved his life multiple times, for god’s sake. Deliciously angsty and wonderfully suspenseful!

i’m falling for your eyes (but they don’t know me yet) by natashagrimley, Gen, 89k (WIP)
“I — I’m sorry, but who are you?”
So the rumors were true. Yuuri didn’t remember him at all. The words that left Yuuri’s mouth just then shouldn’t have left like a kick to Viktor’s stomach, causing nausea to rush over him like some sick tsunami. He was supposed to hate him, after all. Yuuri didn’t know how to skate anymore; this was supposed to be a good thing. So why did he feel like his whole world just came crashing down?
After a tragic accident, Yuuri loses all memory of his figure skating career, including the rivalry between Viktor Nikiforov and himself. Time may heal wounds, but only Viktor can give back the memories of their rivalry that were lost. What happens if Viktor doesn’t want to give those memories back? Very angsty!

coffee, cupcakes and other ways to fall in love by rebooten, Teen, 20k
“That’s funny. I like you just like I like my coffee too.” The barista’s glare changed in an instant to a coy smirk and Nikiforov’s heart leapt a little in his chest at the sight. It had been weeks since he had first spotted the man at his favourite coffee shop and he had been trying to charm him from the moment their eyes first met. Unsuccessfully so far but he knew it couldn’t be long now.
“And how is that?” Nikiforov replied, layering his tone with as much suggestiveness as he could muster.
“I don’t like coffee.” LOVE this!

the breaking of your soul (upon my lips) by rose_summerfield, Mature, 90k (WIP)
Viktor meets a boy with a secret.
(A secret as big as himself, that threatens to swallow him whole. A secret deeper than the seas that Viktor longs to chart.)
The boy doesn’t talk to him, barely even gives him the time of day. But the more he pushes Viktor away, the more Viktor pushes back.
(And maybe it’s all right, because Viktor has his own secret, too, tucked away in this new cottage by the sparkling Irish seaside.) Heartbreaking and beautiful Selkie and Swan Maiden AU!

The Spy Who Loved Me by vodkaluce, Mature, 26k (WIP)
There were three rules to being the world’s top spy:
1. Never reveal your real identity
2. Complete every mission, no traces left.
3. Don’t fall in love with the criminal you’re trying to catch.
Viktor Nikiforov, aka agent 009, somehow managed to break every rule in 5 minutes. Awesome spy AU!

Before the Camera, Behind the Screen by lord_fourquadjumps, Explicit, 33k (WIP)
“I don’t know, I’ve been reliably informed by a lot of people that I’m very impressive.”
Nikiforov flicked his eyes to where their bodies were joined, only the smallest pieces of fabric separating them, eyebrow raised suggestively. Katsuki snorted in disgust, then rolled his hips in an unexpected movement that made a certain part of Nikiforov perk up in unintentional interest.
“I’ve seen better.”  SUCH a good actor AU!

The Strings of A Heart by ebbehmoth, Teen, 56k
Viktor had never tasted so much green on his tongue as he did in the moment he saw Katsuki on the stage, his long, slender ( — too long, too slender — ) fingers wresting perfection from the strings of the cello perched against his legs. Not a single beat missed, not a single note sour. Even his vibrato left no faltering tremble in the stillness of the hall.
Yuuri Katsuki, newest member of the Saint Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra, was in possession of a musical talent so bright it threatened to eclipse his own. And as he watched the other man shine, Viktor resolved to figure out exactly how a complete nobody in the music world could have ever gotten this good. LOVE this fic!

a truth, universally acknowledged by bravelied, Teen, 120k
Yuuri can feel his hackles rising, feel the indignance coursing through him with every word hurled at him from Nikiforov’s mouth. Balling his hands into fists, he barely manages to keep his response civil:
“You are mistaken, Mr Nikiforov, in believing that this declaration could have ever tempted me to accept your hand.”
Nikiforov’s eyes should have turned to ice at such a blatant refusal. But they do not, and briefly Yuuri’s breath falters, but he soldiers on.
“From the very beginning — from the very first moment — of my acquaintance with you, your words and mannerisms have left me in no doubt as to the depths of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disregard for the feelings of others. Even in the months since, your actions have only served to reinforce this foundation of distrust and dislike. I now can easily say, without concern or hesitation, that you are definitively the last person on this earth whom I could be prevailed on to marry.” A fantastic Regency/Pride and Prejudice AU! Such a lovely slow burn!

Note: This is a post inspired by @victuurificrec‘s fic rec posts, created after I drunkenly asked @kazliin if there would be an in-universe version of victuurificrec for the Rivals-verse. Kaz said there was. I asked what a typical viktuurificrec post would look like, and Kaz let us create this as a result. Some of the fic summaries were written by her, others by victuurificrec, others by me, and the murder AU summary was written by @exile-wrath. Hope this was amusing!

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.2

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

A/N: Plz read the first part, if you haven't already. This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

“Do you wanna see what happens when you try to trick a demon?”

His dark intimidating eyes are staring directly into yours, making you feel like you’re his prey. His grip on your chin is stern, and you feel as if there is no escape from him. You’re drowning in his musky cologne, which makes you close your eyes in a haze. How were you supposed to get out of this? He literally caught you in a lie, and you could tell by his voice that he wasn’t too happy about it.

His grip on your chin slowly increases in pressure, causing you to panic.

“Y/n……….” he purrs. “I asked you a question, and I’m feeling extremely inpatient.”

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Whipped (M)

⤞ When baking turns into a food fight, and a food fight turns more playful than intended


Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut, food play, oral

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: A spontaneous Jin thingy, because i’m feeling him a lot lately and i vowed to write more for him because he’s just hot af and needs to be appreciated more in general so let’s start with a smutty oneshot shall we

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dirty water // fratboy luke

hey guys! it has been ages since I wrote something, literally like a year so apologies if it is rusty lol (also title may change i just can’t think of anything rn rip)
description: you have just started at the same university as your brother Calum and he has made it clear to his fraternity brothers that you are off limits. that doesn’t necessarily mean you, or any of the boys, will abide by his wishes. 

word count: 3,155 :-)

“And now I have to walk all the way to his frat, just to get them,” you huffed, tugging the laces of your Nikes tighter as you sat on the edge of your bed. The white comforter crinkled as you shifted your weight to put on the other shoe.

“You want me to come with you?” Your roommate Jasmine asked as she lay in her bunk, laptop opened to her most recent biology lecture notes.

“No it’s fine, it won’t take me that long. I just don’t want to do it,” you laughed, standing up.

“Fair enough,” Jasmine laughed, turning her attention back to her notes.

“Dinner when I get back?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face. Jasmine nodded, pressing the home button on her iPhone,

“Mae should be back from class by then.” You pumped your fist in the air,

“Yesssss, I’m famished.” Jasmine just laughed and shook her head as you pulled the door shut behind you.

Dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt you started your trek across campus to Greek Row. Your older brother Calum had borrowed your car the past weekend to go on a little hiking excursion with his frat brothers. His justification was that your car handled better in the mountains and back roads, but you knew he was just jealous of your Jeep Wrangler. Nevertheless you let him borrow it and now he was making you walk to his frat, Phi Kappa Psi, to get the keys, rather than bringing them to you. Classic.

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Bad Intentions (M)

Originally posted by t-yong

Part 2 of 2

Read Part 1 here

Vampire Taeyong x Vampire reader (female)

Genre: College au!, fantasy, jealousy angst, fluff, smut

Summary: Jung Jaehyun was the epitome of everything you wanted…or so you thought

Warning: Contains graphic sexual content and various mentions of blood

Length: 12K

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You Deserve Punishment pt.2 (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 8,046

A/N: This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”. Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve punishment.”


You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?

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All American Asphyxiation (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Chap. 6

A/N: hey guys! Chapt 6 is finally here and the angst train is long gone! *fans self* I hope you guys like this chapter cuz it’s a bit of a relief haha! Enjoy! - Delilah

Warnings: Smut. Asphyxiation. Graphic details of sex. Dom/Sub relationships. BDSM. Please do not read if BDSM makes you uncomfortable! NSFW. 

Originally posted by bagelbarnes

Bucky watched as your choker collided with the pool hall tiles as you disappeared.

He was so conflicted. It was vague, but the memories of Natasha were coming back to him now and it was starting to make him feel so overwhelmed. He knew Natasha, he was positive of that now, but what they had was short lived. He loved her at one point of his life, but that was years ago.

But then you came along and changed everything.

You and he were like two pieces of a puzzle that matched no matter how many times you flipped them. You just fit. Bucky was a broken man, but with you, he felt whole again. He cared about you deeply.

Bucky ran a hand over his face, avoiding Natasha’s intense stare. How on earth should he go about this?


“My name is Bucky,” he spoke, cutting her off. “I’d appreciate it if you called me that instead.”

“So you remember now?” She asked, her blue eyes filling with tears. She was so hopeful, and it broke his heart. He stood to his feet, planting his hands on his hips. Why couldn’t life just go easy on him for once?

“Look, Natasha-”

Natalia,” she corrected with a small smile. “You used to call me Natalia.”

“Natalia,” Bucky began, avoiding her eyes. Her smile grew at the sound of her real name. “What we had, we can’t continue. Y/N and I, what we have is-”

What you have?” She scoffed, her smile faded instantly at the sound of your name and was replaced by a look of pure hurt. 

“Bucky, she’s far too young for you. And this little master and slave relationship you’ve got going on is ridiculous!”

That struck a nerve. Her words hit something deep within him. It wasn’t anything like that, she should know after all. Nevertheless, she had no right to speak on you and Bucky’s relationship. 

“For starters,” he spat, taking a predatory step towards her. Nat backed away, her eyes wide with caution.

“Our relationship wasn’t exactly traditional either, sugar. What I do with other people is none of your business now. You’re not so innocent, I know about you and Dr. Banner.”

She shook her head, letting out a bitter laugh. She raised her hand and wiped away the tears that fell.

Bucky felt so guilty, no matter how he saw it. He wished he was the man he once was, but he was different, they both were. You were here now and he needed you.

“Please,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Please just try. For me.”

He felt his heart break, not only for himself, but for her as well.

“I’m sorry, Natalia,” he spoke, looking down at the ring in her hands. He placed his hand around hers and gently closed it.

“I can’t be the same man I once was. I hope you’ll understand one day.”

Bucky made his way towards the door. He stopped once he caught sight of your choker and picked it up with his metal hand.

He wouldn’t admit it right now, but he was slowly falling in love with you. But were you falling for him as well?

You sighed into the comforter that was curled around your body.

Your heart was filled with hurt, but also regret. Regret for being letting him in your life in the first place. You knew he was too good for you, but what had just happened was a complete blow to your self esteem. 

It wasn’t just sex for you, it never was supposed to be in the first place like Bucky said, but somehow, you found yourself falling in love with the super soldier. 

But apparently, he was taken far before you even had a chance to make him yours. Natasha never once spoke about Bucky, even when you, Steve and Sam pursued him. You would think that would be valuable information? 

As you pondered on the situation, you were instantly pulled from your thoughts by the sound of faint knocking on your bedroom door. 

“Y/N?” Bucky asked softly. “Please just let me explain.” 

“Go away!” you cried. You meant it to come out as a nonchalant statement, but by the way your voice trembled and your constant sniffling, you were positive that he knew you were crying. 

принцесса,” he spoke, fiddling with the doorknob. “Open the door.” 

You threw the covers from your body and marched towards the door. You made sure that every lock was in place before sliding the dresser in front of the door. 

“Doll, what are you doing?” Bucky asked, gently pushing against the door. You jumped when the locks started breaking one by one. Was he really going to burst in here? Before you could respond, the door flew open, sending the dresser all the way to the wall where it was originally. 

Bucky stumbled in the room before catching himself. He gave you a small, guilty smile before standing up straight. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when you gave him a shove. 

“I said go away!” you spat, pushing at his chest with all your might. But alas, Bucky was twice your size, which meant the only thing you were capable of, was causing your feet to slide back as you pushed. 

Bucky stared down at you, trying to fight the smile that threatened to embrace his features. 

“What do I have to do to get you to listen to me?” he asked. 

You peered up at him, your eyes narrowing. In all honesty, you wanted him here with you, you wanted him with you every moment of every day, but you were heartbroken. Heartbroken Y/N didn’t respond well to situations like this. 

You pondered his question. You could have him do something embarrassing like he did to you. But what would make Bucky Barnes into a blushing little mess? He never got embarrassed about much anymore. 

You smirked. 

“Beg.” you answered, your voice void of any emotion. 

Bucky blinked, his brows furrowing. “What?” 

“You heard me, дорогой,” you smiled innocently. “Beg.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened as he realized you were completely serious. He slowly sunk to his knees until he was kneeling in front of you. He peered up at you with those steel blue eyes of his. 

“Please, Y/N,” he said softly. “Please listen to me?”

You smirked, your eyes staring into his. 

“You can do better than that, дорогой,” you scolded, cocking your head to the side. You gently ran a finger down his face, earning a small groan from him. 

“Please, doll,” he begged. “Please let me explain. I promise, it’s not what you think. Give me one more chance to make you happy and I promise you won’t regret it.”

You bent downwards until you were eye level with him. 

“Explain.” you commanded. 

“Nat and I were together at one point,” he admitted. “It was a long time ago, but we were together. I gave her that ring to remember me by after they…took me. But then I met you.

“Y/N, you made me feel human again. You don’t treat me like some fragile vase that might shatter, you’re honest with me. And most importantly, you’re not afraid of me. I’m in love with you. I have been for a while.” 

You tried to keep a straight face, really you did. But the sight of Bucky on his knees, confessing his love for you caused your insides to melt. No matter how much you tried to fight it, he made you feel like you were walking on air. 

“Prove it then, daddy.” 

His face instantly lit up as soon as his pet name escaped your lips. In one move, he gently pushed you back onto the bed and hovered over you. You both tore at each other’s clothes, tearing them from each other’s bodies until you found yourselves were you both longed to be. 

Bucky spread your legs and gently ran the tip of his cock along your slit, watching your eyes close with pleasure. 

You both let out a moan as soon as his cock entered you, stretching your walls with the familiar sweet burn. You let out a moan, your head falling back into the pillows. You missed his touch more than anything. 

He rolled his hips into you slowly, savoring each moment. He pressed kisses onto your neck as he snapped his hips forward, making you gasp. Your arms wrapped around his biceps as he fucked into you. 

“Bucky,” you gasped. “Please don’t stop.” 

Bucky’s thrusts quickened at your words, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. He gathered your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head, forcing you down into the mattress. 

“Please don’t leave me again,” he spoke, his breaths coming out in shaky huffs as he fucked into you. You nodded furiously. 

“I wont, daddy!” you cried, feeling his member thrust against your sweet spot. “I swear, I won’t!” 

You watched as he released one of your hands and gently wrapped his hand around your throat. You gave him a small nod of approval. Bucky shifted his weight onto his knees and began thrusting into you brutally. 

You let out a cry as he tightened his grip on your throat. 

“Is this what you want, принцесса?” he teased, planting his other hand onto your hip. He dug his fingers into your skin and pulled you down in time with his thrusts. 

“Oh my god, Bucky!” you gasped, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock abused your hole, filling the room with the obscene pornographic sounds of skin against skin. 

You felt yourself clenching around his cock, your breaths coming out in short huffs. By the way his thrusts became sloppy and stuttered against your hips, you could tell he was close. 

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” you cried as you felt your orgasm nearing quickly. 

Your body trembled as your orgasm exploded within you, clouding your vision with haziness. You clawed at Bucky’s back, dragging your nails down the toned flesh, creating angry red little lines. 

With a loud shout of your name, Bucky emptied himself inside you, filling your quivering pussy with his hot cum. You felt him collapse on top of you, his heart beating wildly in his chest against yours. 

You both lied there for what seemed like an eternity; enjoying the sweet presence of each other without speaking. “Y/N,” he spoke softly, breaking the silence. 

You hummed, your eyes becoming droopy. “Yes, daddy?” you whispered. 

“I believe this is yours.” 

You grinned as your beloved choker dangled in front of you. You felt so naked without it around your neck. You sat up, moving your hair away from your neck as he wrapped the material around your neck. The sound of the clasp sent shivers down your spine. 

“Don’t leave me, Y/N.” he whispered. “Promise me?” 

You turned your head to face him. His eyes were focused on you, but you could see the hurt in them. And it felt like a million knives at your heart. You gently grabbed his hand and brought it to your mouth for a small kiss. 

“I’ll never leave you, Bucky.” you whispered back with a grin. 

“You’re mine.” 


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hello peeps!! as everyone knows (or not) my originals are mostly masterposts and a few of you have asked me ‘how to make a masterpost’ so this masterpost is all about that, hope this helps! :^)

basics :

what is a masterpost?
consider a masterpost as an article. it consists of your advice and tips about a particular topic in an organized manner.

how do I make a masterpost?
the rest of this masterpost is all about that, keep reading!

why should I make a masterpost?
well, because you want to. they are quite fun to make and most importantly, masterposts are a great way to get your blog out there because people love™ reading about your techniques to stay productive and stuff like that.

making a masterpost :

step one : pick a topic

there are two general ways of doing this -

  • look into yourself (does this make sense) and find out your flaws. Maybe you’re bad at time management or you tend to procrastinate a lot. pick any one of those flaws and write a masterpost on it!
  • ask people. personally I do this once every two months. you can just go on Tumblr and be like, “hey guys, I’m thinking about writing articles soon so what are some topics you would like to see?” and I’m pretty sure your followers will give you ideas!

step two : writing about the topic

some general tips about writing an article -

  • start with an introduction like you would when writing a essay. this can be just a simple greeting or just explaining the topic in a few words. (in this article, the introduction is the basics portion)
  • now move on to the content portion! about the content, here are some stuff to take notice of -
  1. always write stuff you believe in. do not put down points you haven’t tried out and have just heard about from somewhere.
  2. don't​ copy from other articles please!
  3. the masterpost shouldn’t be hella long or hella short. it should be just hella perfect.
  4. we really really really like numbered shit. this is a pro tip, write your article in points; it’s easier to read and we just like it that way.
  • you’re almost there! let’s do the conclusion now!
  1. end on a positive note always. it makes your article a more pleasurable experience! an example - “hope this helped you! I hope you are doing well, stay brilliant love!”
  2. it’s really helpful to link your other masterposts down your article. mainly because people might want to check your blog out and having your articles is a huge help!
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 love, xyz (and link your about to the word ‘xyz’)

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  • you might not want to bold the headers of your articles like some people do, eg: on a article about productivity, let’s suppose one point is about waking up early and then you go on to explain that tip. Now dO NOT bold 'waking up early’!! why you ask? this is because lazy folks like me will just read the headers! we’ll skip thru your article and now we don’t want that, do we?
  • making a graphic for your masterpost is also really cool (shh i just use MS Paint lmao)
  • write in points as I earlier said because we love numbered shit.
  • be consistent with your masterposts!! personally, I love when someone comes out with helpful masterposts on a regular basis and I definitely follow them. And they’ll def follow you if you are a regular at this!
  • always, always, always edit and recheck your masterposts. it is sure as hell full of grammatical errors and misspellings. dO CHECK YOUR ARTICLE!! THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT!!1! (this is honestly the most important tip. I have hella experience with it for once I wrote, 'sit’ instead of 'site’ rip ;;)
  • dO NOT write your article directly on the Tumblr site. Tumblr sucks, everyone knows that, and it will mess up your masterpost, I give you a 200% guarantee. Instead type out your masterpost first in a doc or word file, heck just use the notepad option on your phone, but never try the Tumblr site, okay?

and that’s it of this huge rambly article, it’s a wrap! I hope this helped you in some way, remember to stay wonderful love! :’) x

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Drug Wars (Pt. 3)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

‘…you always look like a little angel when you’re beneath me’

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything,so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.

A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. I’m anxious as fuck, so please, please tell me how you feel about this part and feel free to ask questions. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War

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Green Eyed Monster.

Request from anon:Would you be interested in writing a Bucky x Avenger!reader where someone in the group convinces everyone to go to a club and the reader surprises everyone with her outfit and suggestively dancing with someone and Bucky gets jealous, yanks the guy off her and takes his place? And maybe it ends in smut (implied or graphic, I’m good with either lol).

Note: Apologies for the delay in this post. Also because my mind has been all over the place lately can you please let me know if I forgot to add you to my perm tag list? Thank you! <3

Jealous!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,660

Warnings: Very mild language, flirting and implied smut….think that is everything. Let me know if I need to put anything else.

Disclaimer: GIF used is one that I made <3

This was a stupid idea. A REALLY stupid idea. It had taken you long enough to socialise properly with those you now considered your family and now you were being dragged out of the tower… a club no less! A club that had quite the reputation if you remembered correctly and it wasn’t one you wanted to indulge yourself in either.

“Nat….I’m really not up for this.”

“You’re not getting out of it [l/n] so don’t even try. I know there’s a party girl in there somewhere and I am determined to bring her out into the open!”

“WE are determined to bring her out.” Wanda’s voice soon sounded out from the other side of your bathroom door as she waited along with Natasha for you to get yourself ready. “….and I know that there is a little part of you that is excited about this….”

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Jace Wayland - Who would have thought

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Words: 1322 (yeah I think I got a little carried away… Oops…)

Warnings: I guess there is some sexual tension (but nothing too graphic)

This is a cute, fluffy and really flirty imagine for Jace Wayland. The reader is a shadowhunter and she/he has been friends with Jace for as long as she/he could remember but their relashionship always felt like more… full of flirting and glacing at each other every chance they got. 

A/N: I have been wanting to write one like this for so long and I’m pretty proud of the outcome so I hope you like it. (btw Y/F/N: your friend’s name)

Originally posted by bobbimorxe

It’s about the time nearly everyone has left the main area of the Institute and had gone to the living quarters. I can finally go train in peace. I put my music on at nearly full blast just enough not to bother anyone still near my area and I start my stretching – I’ve always wanted to be a dancer when I was a kid even though Jace always made fun of me because of it, I even took classes so I guess that’s why the long stretching stuck with me, t found it relaxing. Well, usually I did, but when you feel someone staring at your ass while you’re bend over it’s… well… a little uncomfortable “Hey hun, I know it’s hard because my ass looks great from over there but would you mind not staring?” I heard a chuckle and instantly knew who it was “Don’t flatter yourself, I just came to ask you to lower your music.” Jace said with a smirk on his face. “Oh! Oh right! So you were standing there for a full five minutes cause you couldn’t decide whether or not the music is good, is that it?” I replied cockily which made him put his hands up in innocence “Hey, a boy gets distracted!” “Obviously.” I laughed as I got up and came up to him.

 “So what? You gonna ask me to train with you or not?” he asked as he leaned on the doorframe. I made the fakest look of shock I could “Oh… My… God… no, no there is no way! The great Jace Wayland would honour little old me with a training session?! This makes me so emotional! Thank you your majesty! Thank you!” I said sarcastically as I simulated a reverence. He chuckled “Well you’re welcome” “But hey you keep bending over like that you’ll get more than a training session.” he quickly added and I could just feel the huge smirk on his face. “Shut up.” I nudged him in the arm. “I didn’t know we’ve already started to fight.” he pouted rubbing his hand on the stop where I had just hit him. “That’s because I’m not fighting with you” I shot back returning to the punching bag. “What? You’re afraid that your biggest crush would kick your ass?” he replied following me. “You wish.” I back away and stick my tong out at him mockingly. “Oh just you wait till I catch you” he said as he took of his hoodie and started chasing me through the gym. When he finally caught up to me he grabbed me from behind and tried to pick me up but I kept trying to get out of his grip which made me lose my balance and fall with him right on top of me. I could feel my cheeks turning pink as we just stared at each other until we burst out laughing. “I got you” he said in a quieter voice “not for long” I replied still trying to escape but he pinned me down. Oh God is he really leaning in?! No way is he going to kiss me?! Wait… do I want him to kiss me?! My thoughts were interrupted by a loud cough. We both looked up at the same time and saw Maryse’s annoyed face staring down at us as we quickly got up. “May I remind you that this is a training hall not a speed dating area” she commented while we were looking down at the floor trying to hold our laughter. “Is there something you needed?” Jace managed to blurt out. “As a matter of fact, Jace I need to talk to you, it’s important.” “Sure I’ll be right there” then he turned to me “Rain check on… that whole thing…?” he motioned to the place where we were lying a few minutes ago. “Which part?” I asked biting my lip. “You’ll see” he smirked running to catch up with Maryse letting me return to actual training.

Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

1 hour later

I had finally finished all my sets and I was just about to clean up when a voice made me jump. “Oh no! Don’t tell me I missed staring at your cute but while you train?” “By a few minutes” I laughed letting my hair down. “Now I’m really disappointed…” he made me smile “Yeah unfortunately, but since you’re here could you help me clean up? I need to take a shower.” I through the boxing gloves at him so that he’d put them away. “If you wanted to get in shower with me you should have just asked.” He grinned “You wish, you perv… I meant clean up this room while I go get rid of all this sweat… alone…” I glared. “Oh don’t worry you don’t need to you’re hot when you’re all sweaty like that” he winked “Oh honey, but I’m always hot, no matter the situation” I replied with a posh accent which made him laugh as I exited. “Good night!” I yelled before disappearing behind the corner. I just saw him shake his head and smile.

Few days later

I blasted the doors of the Institute and headed straight to my room. As soon as he heard me Jace went after me. I didn’t even notice him since I was so pissed, at myself mostly, until I nearly slammed the door in his face. “Wow… what did that door ever do to you?” he commented with his usual smirk that immediately faded when he noticed my face. Something was not right… “Hey, he said in a softer voice, what’s wrong? Did you get hurt on the mission?” he asked slightly worried. That’s when I couldn’t hold it in anymore I felt the tears pushing trough but I tried as hard as I could to hold them back “It’s all my fault… I should have never agreed to it… she… she just wasn’t ready…” I mustered weakly. “What are you talking about” he came closer. “Y/F/N… she got hurt Jace… badly… on a mission where I allowed her to go… I was responsible for her… I should have known she couldn’t go in the field yet and now her wounds are on me…” he put his hand on my cheek wiping away the single tear that had managed to escape my eye. “Hey… hey… look at me… it‘s not your fault, the head of the Institute shouldn’t have pushed untrained Shadowhunters in the field like that. You could have done nothing about it.”  “But I could have protected her… been there to defend her… I ‘m just so pissed at myself!” “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. She’s gonna be fine, don’t worry.” He reassured me, his hands on my shoulders. He slowly glided them down my arm and his soft touch brought back that weird tingly feeling. When he finally got to my hand he intertwined his fingers with mine and I squeezed his hand making sure it was actually real. I looked at our hands then back up in his beautiful eyes searching for some sort of answer or approval but what I got was far better. I felt his lips touch mine hesitantly at first but when he noticed I didn’t back away he made it deep and passionate and just like that everything around me crumbled I could feel my whole body getting numb, with every touch I kept craving more. And I could tell that he felt exactly the same. When I finally pulled away I stood there in awe “Wow” “Wow indeed” he smirked returning back to his cocky self. 

Originally posted by dontyouwishyouhadlove

For the rest of the evening we just sat in my room and had the deepest conversations about anything and everything making sure to add in a few make out sessions here and there of course. I still couldn’t believe it, Jace Wayland, the constant pain in my ass Jace Wayland… I mean who would have though…

The Sexual Awakening Of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch. 20

Well, well, well!  What do we have here?  Are there some happy faces in the crowd? I know there were definitely at least two, yesterday, but I’m pretty sure they were too wrapped up in each other to get on to tumblr. (They waited so long, didn’t they?)

And so, for the for this week’s final post, @l0vegl0wsinthedark and I bring you what happens when Harry and Draco finally return to real life. (I believe we got some Ron requests? I swear you guys are psychic sometimes, jfc. LOLOL).

You can find the previous chapter here: Chapter 19.
And for those just coming in or looking to refresh, the masterlist of chapters can be found here: Masterlist

Contains: Awkward conversations, inappropriate revelations, graphic references to to graphic sex and – can anybody guess? – the ever scandalous mouth pressing!

Chapter Twenty: Eleven

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The Inconvenient Truth

Summary: Sam and Dean have a talk about what’s really going on.

Characters (Pairing): Sam, Dean, Y/N (Dean x Y/N i.e. you)

Words: 3369

Warnings: fluff, language, canon-type violence (nothing graphic, more like mentioned/implied)

Author’s note: This is my first-ever challenge fic for Ravengirl’s 1.5k Challenge ( @ravengirl94 ). My prompt was “She steals your stuff and it doesn’t even bother you. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.” I took the liberty to cut it in two - I hope you don’t mind Emily - and it’s bolded in the text. Big thanks to Michelle ( @mrswhozeewhatsis ) for beta’ing - and for the amazingly useful taglist (at the end) which I used this time!

I was going to post this next week, but couldn’t wait. :-) It’s written in Sam’s POV and totally took a life of it’s own, but I’m liking it more after every read. Hope you like it too!

Feedback would be great, since this is the first time I’ve written Sam for more than a side character…

I’ve seen my brother face countless monsters, fight vampires with his bare hands, and kick some serious butt. I’ve seen him angry and sad; happy, relaxed, and laughing his ass off; shaking with rage, and trembling with fear. He’s died; he’s lost too many people he’s cared about; he’s become a demon - but never have I seen him as scared as right now.

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It’s Only Logical - Chapter Two

Prologue     Chapter One      

Chapter Two: Misunderstandings

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendo and reference

Roman grinned and looked down at his temporary furry companion after checking his text messages. Parker, his brother’s odd mutt of a dog, looked adoringly up at him while his tail wagged happily.

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The Novel (M)
  • Type: writer!Jimin AU; smut; one-shot
  • Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader
  • Words: 5,293
  • Warnings: language; explicit sex: anal, oral, dom!Jimin
  • A/N: This is for my tía @txmonkeyy   Enjoy my second fic revamp!

A woman’s body is like a delicate flower: it deserves to be treated with utmost care and tenderness.

Wow, this is terrible. The words in front of my face no longer felt like separate words, they had merged into one colossal clump of misery, spelling out failure in my coffee-stained notebook. I had been trying to write this particularly romantic scene of my erotic novel for a very long time but it seemed I had plunged right into a bottomless pit of despair and clichés.

A woman’s body is sacred-

Fuck, this is ridiculous. The entirety of this goddamn novel is beyond ridiculous, I’ll admit. But give the people what they want, right? And apparently, poorly written pseudo kinky smut with terrible and badly explained backstory is what people want these days, I guess. Literature is dead and it has been for a while. E.L. James didn’t take the stab at it but she sure as hell was that last nail in its coffin.

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