please pick up after your pets


Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon

Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: None? 

A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo 

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“Rum & Coconuts” - h.s. Part 2

Part 1



You could see Charlie’s large sun hat before you saw her face once you landed in the airport. Though Harry had attempted to roll both yours and his suitcase in a chivalrous way, you had given him a look as if to say, “Really?” before lugging your own behind you as Harry led you and Savie through the airport.

“Charlie!” you called, waving your arm frantically as you attempted to catch her attention. She turned, her long, luxurious and silky hair swishing around her as a large smile overcame her face and she waved back, jogging to meet up with you. 

“Y/N!” she cried and nearly sprinted into your arms. “Oh it’s been so long! When Harry called I nearly thought he was joking saying you’d be visiting! It’s so good to see you!”

You and Savie had known Charlie since university. She’d been the Armenian girl down the hall whose grandmother always sent her nice treats. You’d gone with her on her first trip to her home country when her parents had asked if she wanted to spend the summer there. Her answer was yes, and that she wanted to bring friends. 

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Don’t Touch My Things

Daddy! Ivar x sub reader

@ivars-heathen​ can be blamed for her role in this trash.

Happy Fornication Friday Loves!

Warnings: NSFW, forced orgasms, dirty talk

for my B @synnersaint love you booboo

Ivar smiled and reached out to playfully twirl his fingers around a lock of your hair as he passed by on his way to the nightstand “…and just what have you been doing while I was gone all day pet?” he queried.

You bit your lip and smiled after him coyly. “Well…you did leave me all alone and…you know how I am Daddy.”

Ivar sucked in a breath through his nose and stood silently removing his bracers with his back to you for a while before finally speaking. “So you thought that meant you could be a bad girl, is that it?”  

He threw that stern look over his shoulder and you felt your pussy clenching in anticipation. You hadn’t really done anything, but what was the harm in a little white lie? You liked being a good girl for Ivar, but sometimes you longed to be treated like a bad one.

“No, but I was all by myself, and you didn’t leave any instructions.” you pouted.

Ivar slowly pivoted in his spot and started to move towards you on, his crutches dragging and scraping along the planked floor. Resting his knees on the edge of the bed, he leaned in close to where your noses were almost touching.

“Y/N, what did I tell you about touching things that aren’t yours, hmm?”

“N-not to do it.” you stuttered, the closer he got, the more you subconsciously slid back along firs. You didn’t get very far before Ivar’s hand shot out and crudely grabbed you between your legs.

“Tell me, who does this belong to?” he hissed, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring. He drew his hand back slightly and quickly brought it back down again, slapping your cunt through your small clothes. You nearly came right then and there.

“You, Ivar, it belongs to you!” you cried, feigning  a little pain and humiliation. You had to put on a little show for him, else he would know you were playing a game, and that…now that would not be good.

He let his crutches drop and maneuvered to sit himself down on the bed. “What is it that belongs to me my pet?” he asks, leaning back on his elbows and turning his head to look at you.

“This pussy, it belongs to you Daddy.” you purr, keeping your eyes locked on his as you crawl across the bed to climb up on top of him. Straddling his hips, you roll your into his and lean in down to peck his lips, but he just tuts at you and pushes your shoulders back.

“Oh no, my pet, you aren’t going to get away with this that easily.” He smiles wickedly and taps your nose with his finger, “Do you remember what happened last time I caught you touching my things?”

You gulp recollecting the way he had edged you for nearly a week. It was truly torture, and not the good kind. You didn’t want that. You would take anything but that. You were starting to regret your decision to lie to Ivar. You wanted to be a good girl again. You wanted girl girl punishments. Too late now, if you admitted the lie, he would just punish you more. You frown and nod your head slowly.

He smirks and narrows his eyes, “And after all that, you still haven’t learnt your lesson? Perhaps I have been too soft on you.”

“No you hav-”

Your cut off mid sentence when Ivar suddenly shoves you off of him with a strong, one armed shove. You land on the hard floor with a loud thud. Ivar leans over the side of the bed and sneers down at you. “You are boring me, you can sleep down there on the floor tonight.”

You sit up and scoot towards him and rest your chin on the edge of the bed. Forcing the most pathetic look you can muster, you push out your lip and stare up at him with a pleading look in your eyes. “I’m sorry Daddy.” you whimper.

“I know you are pet,” He coos, petting the top of your head affectionately, “now shut your fucking mouth and don’t move or make another sound until I say you can.”

With that, he lays back and rolls out of view and you slink back down to the cold floor. You curl yourself into a ball before daring to defy him once more by whispering back, “I won’t.”

That…was a sound.” His voice edged with warning and you barely held back your snicker. You hear him sigh loudly from the bed.

“You find this to be amusing, do you pet?”

“No. Not at all.” you lie.

“Do you want to come back up here pet?”

Scampering to your knees you quickly return to your kneeling position at his side. “Yes please, Daddy. I do, very much so.”

“…and If I let you, are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, I will be so good for you Daddy.” you promise, wringing your hands on the bed.

“You know once I let you up here, you aren’t getting down again until I feel you have been sufficiently punished, right? I must warn you to be careful what you wish for pet.”

You nod enthusiastically before taking his hand and letting him help you up onto the mattress.

“It was so cold down there on the floor, and you’re so warm Daddy.” you sigh contentedly, snuggling up against him and nuzzling your face into his neck.

“Wanton little fucking thing.” he huffs before grabbing you around the waist and pressing you flat into the mattress.

“Mmm, yes I am Daddy.” you rub your cheek into the soft firs and writhe about awaiting his next action. After spanking your thighs and ass repeatedly until your skin had turned a shade of crimson that was to his liking and your pussy was so wet that your own arousal was dripping down your thighs and soothing the burn left by his palms, Ivar pulls you onto you knees and slams into you with one hard thrust. Pants at mid thigh, he hadn’t even bothered to get undressed, he usually never did.

He fucks you like this for a few minutes, gripping yours hips and rocking you back and forth, fucking you onto his cock and hitting your g-spot over and over again. You moan and grip the sheets, begging him to make you come, but he just keeps pounding into you relentlessly and laughs, smacking your sore ass every few thrusts.

“Daddy, please, please.” you moan.

Just when you think you are going to explode, he pulls out and flips you over onto your back. Yanking you to the edge of the bed, he spreads your legs apart as wide as they will go and inserts two fingers into your wet pussy, tapping at your g-spot.

"Please, Daddy, can I cum? Please?” you beg over and over, pulling at your own hair and tossing your head back and forth on the bed as he adds a third finger and picks up the pace.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful what you wished for pet?”

With his fingers still moving inside of you, Ivar smiled wickedly before taking your clit between his lips and sucking hard, making you jack-knife up off the bed as your body is wracked with orgasm after orgasm. His mouth staying latched on your clit and his fingers not slowing down or stopping, just fucking you silently right through them. You scream as they roll through your body in waves, one after the the fucking other.

He releases your poor swollen clit with a pop and his fingers and mouth trade places without giving you a second to breath.

“Daddy, pleaassseee! I ca- I ca- I can’t.” You wail. You cry. You plead. You push on his head and clamp your thighs around it but he just won’t let up. You were beginning to wish you had stayed down on that floor.

He continues rubbing your clit vigorously and fucking his tongue into you, forcing a few more orgasms before he finally tires of it and pulls your legs up, bending your body into an L shape and sinking his cock back into you.

“Who does this fucking pussy belong to?” He growls and slaps the side of your leg as he slams his hips into you, “Fuck, you fucking love this shit don’t you? You fucking love it when Daddy punishes you. Fucking say it! Tell me you fucking love it!”

“YES! Yes Daddy! I fucking love it, oh my Gods, I fucking love it.”

Wet sounds and the sounds of your moans and his grunts fill the room as his cock slams into your g-spot again, over and over .Every time you cum, he stops for a few seconds, throws his head back, and revels in the feeling of your pussy clenched around his cock. “You feel so fucking good pet. Fuck.”

He still hasn’t come and you have lost track of how many times you had. You can’t take it anymore and begin to beg, “Please, no, Daddy, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” but he just grabs your hand and pushes it between your legs.

Ivar forces you to to make yourself come as his cock continues to pound into you and hit that sweet spot he knows how to find so well. Every time you come, you cry a little from the pain mixed with pleasure. Your cunt had never been so deliciously sore. Hot gushes of fluid pour out of your body to the point that the fucking sheets are drenched.

Finally, he moves your hand away from your sensitive clit,  but keeps up the brutality, thrusting into your g-spot repeatedly. You lost track of time, it was like you never stopped climaxing. You begin to float away, no longer able to make a sound or react to the things he was doing to you, when you feel his palm connect hard with your cheek and your eyes roll back in your head. You gasp and he pauses long enough to enjoy the clench of your muscles around his cock. Another smack to your face and your mind is gone and you feel yourself floating in and out of consciousness. He continues to slap at your face and keep you present as he fucks you until he can’t hold himself up any longer and finally comes shaking and yelling, collapsing on top of you a heaving, panting, sweating, smiling mess.

beauty & the cat

member; kill me so softly jeonghan
genre: fluff, slight!fantasy
summary; when you wake up on your twenty-first birthday, there is a human boy in your bed. you’re pretty sure you have a cat, not a boyfriend.

As your televisions continued to voice Japanese words, you watched intently. While sitting on your bed, your cat jumped up onto your bed and laid its head on your legs. Absentmindedly, you petted its white fur as you focused intensely on the movie. Honestly, you weren’t sure why you were so focused on this movie. It was just another romantic comedy that you had no chance in participating in. And tomorrow would be your birthday. Another boring birthday, most people got incredibly drunk on their birthday, but you? You were spending the last night of being twenty with a movie you’re streaming and your cat. How was anything going to change tomorrow? You weren’t going to wake up reinvigorated and ready to take on the world. 

Besides, you didn’t even have plans for your birthday. Instead, you just wanted to stay away from people, and continue to have a lovely slow day for your birthday. As much as you enjoyed being around friends, being around good people, and everything inbetween, you just wanted a day to yourself. So when the movie finally ended, you looked down to your mewling cat, and smiled. 

“You’ll be with me on my birthday tomorrow, right, Carrot?” 

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S/O is scared of dogs


You were finally meeting Jin’s family. You walk through the front doors after him and wave.”Hi there! I’m y/n.” Jin’s parents shake your hand and began talking to you before you hear a very familiar sound. You scream slightly before jumping on Jin’s back. “Oh my god. It’s a dog. Please don’t let it near me.”

Jin laughed and set you on the couch then picked up the dog. “Jjanggu won’t hurt you. I promise.Try petting her.” He held out the dog and you place a shaky hand on it. He smiles before he sets her down and lets her off.

“I never knew you disliked dogs.”

Originally posted by paojimin


Suga’s parents had dropped off Holly at the guys house while they were away. This would be fine if you had a chance to prepare yourself. Instead, you were meet with a tiny brown fluff of terror when you got home.

You were still on the counter with Holly barking at you when Suga got back.”Babe! Help!” you screamed, causing Suga to run in.” He looked at Holly then back to you and laughed. 

“Come here. Holly isn’t gonna hurt you.” he said as he helped you down. He got Holly into another room and came back to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Originally posted by jiminandtonic


J-hope couldn’t wait until you got home. He had brought Mickey for a visit and wanted you to meet her. Finally, you walked through the door. “Jagi! Look at Mickey!” he yelled, practically shoving the dog into your face. 

You screamed and dropped down, using your bags as a shield. “Please get her away. I really dislike dogs. J-hopes face fell a little, but did as you asked. Mickey barked once and ran off to some new place.

“Mickey’s gone.You ok y/n?”

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Rap Monster

Rap Monster loved animals, so it was common for him to help at shelters. Today, he didn’t have a chance to shower before you got home and still smelled like dog.

You would have walked in and hugged him, but the smell hit you first.”Why does it smell like dog? Did you get a dog? Please tell me you didn’t. I can’t stand dogs.”

Rap Monster just looked at you and shook his head no to your questions.”I helped at the pound today. That’s it.I’ll go shower to get rid of the smell.” He went to kiss you, but you smirked and moved outta the way.

“No kiss. Just shower.”

Originally posted by joonjuly


Jimin always loved wearing animal ears. Usually he wore cat ears, but he decided to surprise you by getting some dog ones. He madehis way to your room and snuck up behind you.

All you saw from the corner of your eye was dog ears.Naturally, you screamed like a little girl and tried waking the dog off your bed.Only, it was Jimin.”Jimin! You scared me half to death!”

“I’m sorry,I though you’d be happy.” He took off the ears and shrugged.”Oh Well, I still have my cat ears.”

Originally posted by nycbtslover


V and you walked through park, hand in hand. It was a lovely day and everything was going well until you noticed a giant mass of fur running towards you. You screamed before diving behind V.”Get it away! Get it away!” you cried, tears streaming down your face.

The owner got the dog and looked at you oddly. V faced you and pulled you into a hug. “Are you ok y/n? I had no idea you hated dogs so much.” He stood there rubbing your back as you calmed down. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

Originally posted by eatjin


You and Jungkook had decided to adopt an animal. Now you just had to pick one out. “What about a cat?” you asked.

Jungkook shook his head.”I’m allergic.What about a dog?” You looked over at him and glared.

“No way in hell. I’m like, super deathly terrified of them.” Jungkook laughed, never knowing that fact about you.

“Deal.No dog.”

Originally posted by cupidhitmehard

The Tale of Dee Dee Del Fuego

Dee Dee Del Fuego was born at some point, somewhere, under unknown circumstances. Speculatively, she is the result of cat copulation, but thenceforward, no one can be sure. For you see, the tale of Dee Dee Del Fuego begins on July 11th, 2014, in Makuhari-Hongō, at the bottom of an overpass, on the corner of a four-way stop. That’s where she first called out to us.

Cycling to a get-together with friends at a local park, my wife and I got separated by a steep hill. As I waited for her to catch up at the bottom, I heard a faint sound behind me. I looked down to see Dee Dee staring up at me, emaciated and distraught, a raspy, desperate meow croaking from her mouth.

As my wife met us on the corner, I bent down to pet Dee Dee and realized she was in dire straits. Unlike the other scrappy strays seen regularly on Japanese streets, Dee Dee didn’t look well-fed by neighborhood do-gooders; Dee Dee more closely resembled an anatomical model of a cat skeleton with fur strewn over it.

She was tall and narrow, like a greyhound. Her fur was matted and messy. She had stopped cleaning herself long ago. Her joints were stiff, stilting her every motion. I felt the contour of every vertebrae as I ran my hand across her back, and her eyes struggled to stay open as I pet her. Her nose was marked with scratches and her ears crusted with scabs. Her tail was long and bushy, with a slight bend at the tip.  

In spite of her rough exterior, she was affectionate from the moment I touched her, purring with joy as if all she needed was some kindness. “This cat is breaking my heart,” I told Adrienne. Dee Dee needed more than kindness. She needed food. 

As my wife stayed with her, I rode to the Lawson up the street to buy cat food. When I returned, Dee Dee and Adrienne had moved off the sidewalk and on to the steps of an apartment building. As I opened the can of wet food, Dee Dee craned her neck and took notice. I set the can down and she dove right in, appearing to be eating. She was not. She lapped the moisture off the top and lost interest after a couple licks. 

Unsure of whether she was going to eat this food if we left it, Adrienne and I decided to take her with us to the picnic, hoping that someone there would know what to do with the stray. Adrienne lifted Dee Dee up into her bike basket and she coasted off as I rode behind them. Dee Dee had a surprising zen-like docility while bouncing over bumps, although the state she was in didn’t exactly afford her the strength to be disagreeable. She meowed a few times, but otherwise was stoic the entire trip. 

We made it to the picnic, where Dee Dee quickly became the topic of speculation: “Is she lost or abandoned?” “How old is she?” “Why isn’t she eating?” “Is she sick?” “Cats stop eating when they’re deathly ill, you know.” “Do you think she has fleas?” “She’s so sweet!” “What are you gonna do with her?” “Are you allergic?” “Can you even have pets in your building?”

As we fielded these questions, Dee Dee sat quietly amongst us, free to saunter and pleased to be surrounded by kind people. The night drew to a close and we managed to get her to drink a little water and lick her food a couple of times, but not enough to leave her to fend on her own. So, as everyone else took off to karaoke, we loaded her up in the bike basket and, after picking up some kitty litter and more food, we headed home.

As soon as we entered our apartment, Dee Dee headed straight into our tatami room, where she settled on a pillow and went to sleep. She was exhausted. We went to bed too, still unsure about the fate of this cat but glad to have taken her off the street for the night. 

At around three in the morning, we were woken up abruptly by blaring tsunami alerts on our phones. Just as we figured out what was happening, an earthquake shook our bed gently for a few seconds. Still reeling from our rude awakening, we tried to go back to sleep. That’s when Dee Dee surprised us by jumping up on the bed. She had barely been able to walk all night, and here she was leaping up a moderate height. She was filthy, but we didn’t have it in us to kick her off the bed. She had earned a good night’s sleep. 

In the morning, there was another rude awakening. Dee Dee stood up from the spot she had been sleeping and shook her paw in a drying motion. That’s when Adrienne felt a drop of liquid hit her face and sat up to discover that Dee Dee had wet the bed. We bolted to our feet and threw off the covers trying to prevent the seepage from reaching the mattress. 

Dee Dee’s condition had not improved. Her breathing was now labored and she periodically spaced out. Her eyes could barely stay open, and when they closed, her translucent third eyelid remained visible, giving her an eerie appearance. Her joints were stiff as boards, preventing her from laying down. Instead, she settled in a crouching position, which, coupled with her faintness, caused her to topple over several times. When she did manage to get up, she could barely walk.

Her predicament was greatly exacerbated by her unwillingness to take in food or water. Unsuccessful at every attempt to feed her, we decided to give her a bath instead. Completely drained, she sat there and let us wash her without putting up a fight. As skinny as she was dry, she looked twice as gaunt wet. Not wanting to traumatize her, we opted to forgo the hair dryer and let her air dry. It was the first legitimate scorching day of the Summer, so I took her out on the balcony, into the sun. She climbed on my lap to stay warm and purred tenderly, but her affection couldn’t distract from her condition which was worsening by the minute. At this point, we realized we needed professional help.

We borrowed a cat carrier and enlisted a Japanese-speaking friend to call a few animal hospitals and veterinarians in our neighborhood. After a few bad leads, we were told we could bring Dee Dee to see a local vet when his clinic reopened at four that afternoon. Still four hours away from our appointment, we worried that Dee Dee wouldn’t make it.

Now in a moribund state, she lay limp on my lap, her breathing strained and her heartbeat irregular. As we waited anxiously, I begged her to hang on, promising that if she did, we’d take care of her. This cat, which we had not met until the previous day, was now reducing us to tears. We needed her to pull through, but feared that she might die on my lap. 

The time came and we hurried over to the vet through the heat of the afternoon. Our Japanese-speaking friend, Patrick, met us there to help with communication. The vet welcomed us in and examined Dee Dee. He told us that, given the good condition of her teeth, she was abandoned, and probably hadn’t eaten in a couple of weeks. Her weight measured at one and a half kilos (3.3 pounds,) merely one third that of a healthy adult cat. We had thought she was just a few months old, but after checking the plaque on her teeth, he aged her at somewhere between one and four years.

The vet explained that Dee Dee was severely dehydrated and malnourished, and would need to be force-fed orally by syringe several times a day until she took to eating on her own. He then prepared what looked like a liter of liquid, a cocktail of saline, vitamins and electrolytes, in a massive syringe to administer to Dee Dee subcutaneously. The syringe looked bigger than her. As he prepared to inject her between the shoulder blades, I pictured a water balloon exploding. How was this much liquid going to fit inside this cat? 

Dee Dee moaned when the needle pierced her, but sat still at first. After ten seconds or so, she began to squirm, and there was a lot of liquid left in the syringe, so I decided to help the vet hold her down. When we reached the final fifth of the syringe, that’s when Dee Dee showed she still had some fight left in her, and twisted her way out of my grasp to lash out with a vicious bite. Two clean incisions on either side of my ring finger spurted blood. But the vet and I managed to regain control over Dee Dee, and the rest of the shot was administered. 

We were instructed that Dee Dee was to come back twice in the following four days to receive the same mammoth hydration dose, and in the meantime, the vet loaded us up with feeding syringes, cat food, and pee pads. We asked how much we owed him for his services, but he waved us off and answered with one cordial English word: “Volunteer.” We had lucked out and found a gem of a person to take care of Dee Dee.

Once we arrived back home, Dee Dee was a different cat. Some life had been shot back into her. Although still wobbly, she managed to do some exploring around her new surroundings and shout out a few agreeable meows as her labored breathing returned to normal. She still wouldn’t leave our side and climbed onto our laps every time we sat down. At first, she didn’t take to being force-fed, but gradually, she stopped resisting the hourly feedings and developed an appetite, although remained a picky eater. 

We began gathering info on local rescue shelters and adoption services. Dee Dee would have to be spayed and vaccinated, but needed a few weeks to recover before she could handle the stress of surgery. The vet found her “more cheerful,” as he delightfully put it, on each successive visit. We got her tested for FIV and Leukemia, to which she came up negative, making her eligible for admission. 

But as the days went by, it became more apparent that we couldn’t get rid of Dee Dee Del Fuego. She became part of the family, and we loved her too much. At night, she slept in between our pillows, and in the morning, she woke us up with generous licks to our faces. If I rolled over dismissively, not quite ready to get up, she would just as happily lick the hair on the back of my head. During the day, she became our shadow, following us with a curious eagerness from room to room, as if to say, “Hey, me too!” We jokingly started referring to her as “Mitu.”

After we decided to keep her, it became a necessity to settle on a permanent name. When she refused to eat in the first week, Adrienne had called her “Shelby,” as in, “Drink your juice, Shelby,” a line from Steel Magnolias. But seeing as the character Shelby died prematurely in that story, we found the name a bit morose, given the cat’s dire condition at that time.

We mostly called her “Kitty,” or “Tiny,” which were better descriptions than names. Others that came up over time were “Extreme Fajita,” “Scud Missile” and "Rollins Band,“ but those seemed inadequate. We finally agreed upon "Del Fuego,” as it was part of Adrienne's nome d'arte, and “Dee Dee,” after the skinny, scrappy punk rock legend, Dee Dee Ramone. Dee Dee Del Fuego. It was an agreeable name and she started responding to it very quickly. 

So began the story of Dee Dee Del Fuego, the Hongō grifter, who played a desperate hand to rouse pity and ultimately swindled a pair of marks out of their bleeding hearts. Omitted were other trials and tribulations in Dee Dee’s story, such as a brief limping bout, sleepless estrus nights, a neutering, the tapeworm situation, a staggeringly long shedding season, and many many more. Maybe we’ll be able to revisit these incidents soon. 

As for the future, there is much more to the story of Dee Dee Del Fuego and we hope you’ll read on through these pages as it unfolds. Check the archives for chronological photographs. 

anonymous asked:

any new kitty!soo fics?? please and thank you :DD

Hi dear, 

So it was reaaaaaally hard to find “new” kitty!soo fics after 2015 (the year in which buff!soo was born TT^TT *bless it*) but we’ve managed to find 3 definitely new fics (2016-2017) and 2 old fics we think that you might have never heard of before 

More fics where Kyungsoo is a pet or a hybrid here. We hope you’ll enjoy your reading 

This post will be updated whenever we found new kitty!soo fics ;)

- Admin N

waterproofgender  asked:

I really liked your cat-like S/O headcanons, could we see how the papyrus's would react?

(More kitty s/o. First here)

UT Paprus: He is very affectionated and very tall, so you can just curl up on him and cuddle to your hearts content. He has things to do though, so he will pick you up after some time and do stuff around the house, while carrying you and petting your hair occasionaly. Please don’t hiss at him though, just look at him he is so nice, he doesn’t deserve getting hissed at.

US Papyrus: His hoodie is so soft and so oversized, you can just crawl in there with him, and you two will have your own cuddle nest. He likes it a lot, mostly because he is a cuddly skeleton, but also because he doesn’t has to lift a finger to make a cuddle nest for you. He will pet you, but fall asleep after a couple of minutes, with his hand still on your head.

UF Papyrus: He doesn’t hiss, but he screams. So whenever you hiss, he screams. And you hiss back…and he screams back. You figth in a really weird way. Sans is laughing in the corner. He won’t cuddle with you to often, he is a busy skeleton after all, but if you climb onto his back, he will carry you around the house while cleaning up and cooking. He will demand that you climb down though, before he leaves the house. 

SF Papyrus: Just climb ontop of him while he is napping, and cuddle him how long you want. He will wake up after a few moments, give you a few pats on the head and pull you closer to him. If you hiss at him, he will hiss back. Same thing he does when his bro hisses at him. He can hiss pretty intimidating, so it usually stops the whole hissing thing pretty fast so you two can talk it out.

“Fuck..” Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back and covering his face with his arms. “Stop,” He held your head, “I wanna give you something back—something for the both of us.”

You look up, swallowing the saliva you were prepared to lubricate him with once again. “As in..”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N).” He shook his head, “I’ll be gentle, and I’ll even make it all about you.” This was a step up in the relationship: you’re going to have sex for the first time. “Let’s head to the room, okay?” He pulled his pants up, readjusting his member that was still hard. “I’ll take my time.” You stand up, using his thighs as a way to stand. “You’re okay with this, right?”

“Of course.” You nod, “Just don’t hurt me?” You wearily smile.

“You said you’ve had sex before, though.” He held your hand, gently guiding you to the bedroom.

“Only a few times before—two if I’m being exact.”

“How was it?” He closed the door behind you two.

“Not that good,” You frowned, “I didn’t really feel that much pleasure, he was only doing it for himself.”

“Asshole..” He mumbled, “Don’t worry about that, (Y/N). I’ll make sure you’ll feel every bit of pleasure I do—if not, even more.”

You sit on the bed, crossing your legs like a child. “This is about me?”

“All about you.” He smiled, sitting across from you. He sat on his left leg, letting the other dangle over the edge of the bed. “You can boss me around as much as you want,” He tucked pieces of hair behind your hair, “Just make sure to let me know how you’re feeling: too rough, too soft, too hard, too slow..anything.” He cupped your cheek, staring into your eyes for a second. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” You nod, not breaking the stare.

He licks his lips, leaning in slowly to close the gap between you two. His lips fall sweetly against yours, making it almost unbearable to not jump him. His lips molded into yours deliciously, moving in sync as he slides his hand down to your neck. The room was silent except for the light sound of your lips disconnecting. Carefully, Yoongi places his hand on your back, gently lowering you on the bed. His lips slam into yours again, more hungrily this time. He hovers above you, making this warm up make out session heated in one minute flat. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You oblige happily, opening your mouth enough for him to enter. Your tongues dance around in each other’s mouth, leaving no inch unexplored. While you were focused on the way his tongue expertly moved around, Yoongi’s hand was busy creeping up your shirt. You felt his finger tips tickle the surface of your stomach, making goosebumps rise all over your body. Once his hand grabs hold of your breast, you moan lightly into his mouth. He caresses it, making sure not to be too rough. However, as he does this he doesn’t abandon your needy mouth. He nips at your bottom lip, tugging as he simultaneously pinches your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. He lets go after dragging it a short distance, then moves his other hand to push your shirt up. He holds the thin material against your chest, leaving butterfly kisses up. He makes his way from the hem of your jeans to the canvas of your breasts. He peppers kisses around every inch of your nipples, breasts, and chest. As he looks up at you, locking eyes he takes your left mound in his mouth. “Ah, Yoongi~” You release a breathy moan, gripping his hair and arching your back while looking up. His eyelashes tickle you as he closes his eyes and rolls your nipple around with his teeth. You tighten the grip you have on his hair.

“Is this okay?” He asks, separating from your body with a pop. You nod soundlessly, examining his body language as he sits up only to lean into your neck. He leaves a trail of kisses from your jawline to your neck, then licks his way up again. His hands now grip your hips, sucking at the sensitive flesh. “You’re very beautiful, and I hope the time you’ve spend with me makes this moment even more special.” He tells you, sitting up once again. He holds the hem of your shirt, signaling you to get up. You do as he instructs, then lift your arms up. He slides your shirt over your head, letting your breasts fall freely. Yoongi’s eyes spark with an immense deprived flair, “Just when I thought you couldn’t be anymore beautiful..”

“It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one with my shirt off,” You hold the bottom of his shirt, above to pull it off.

“You’re right.” He smiled, taking it off himself. “Is that better, (Y/N)-ah?”

“So much.”

“When was it you had sex?” He tugged button on your pants.

“A year or so ago..” You sheepishly say, covering your face with your hand.

“A year? Omo, (Y/N)—that’s a long time.”

“I know, but I haven’t had a boyfriend since him. After him, I wasn’t really interesting in being hurt again.”

“(Y/N),” Yoongi held your hand, “I promise I won’t be like he was.”

“You’re already different,” You smile, kissing his lips tenderly.

“Let’s put another difference between us then.” He looked down, undoing your pants. He tugged them down, giving you tiny kisses on your pantie line. He propped himself up on his elbow, laying you down again, and started to kiss. His lips felt rougher, and his hand rubbed against your panties. You moan loudly as he rubbed your aching nub, he bit your lip, and invaded your mouth with his tongue. Eventually, the room was filled with the sound of mixed breaths and sounds of pleasure. Yoongi’s hand dipped down inside your panties, finding your drenched entrance. “You’re all wet for me, aren’t you?” He whispered, slowly slipping you out of them. “And you’re ready for me to give you the best time possible?”

“Yes, Yoongi.” You bite your thumb, watching him begin to unbuckle his belt.

“Get in the middle of the bed,” He pointed, dancing out of his undergarments.

Entranced by the sight of his member standing upright, you slowly scoot backwards into the pillows. “You don’t have to..” You say, watching him pull out a condom from his drawer. “I’m fine without one.”

“(Y/N), you might get pregnant.” He protests.

“(Ex’s/Name) never used one, and he forced me to get birth control.”

“Are you still on it?”

“Yes.” You nod.

“Are you absolutely sure you’re fine with it?” He asks once more, opening the drawer back up again.

“Yes.” You breath a laugh.

He drops the plastic into its place, crawling into bed afterwards. He hovers above you, “Are you ready?” You kiss him as a response, and wrap your legs around his waist. He holds his member with one hand, lining the tip up with you. You feel as he agonizingly pushes, keeping you anticipating for more.

“Ah, Yoongi~” You press his chest against yours, hugging his back.

“It hurts?” He questioned, stopping where he was.

“Just a little, but you can keep going.”

He breathed into your ear, pushing himself farther inside you. “Almost there..” He informs you, kissing your earlobe softly. You squint, petting the back of his hair to get your mind off the uncomfortableness. After a few more seconds, he lets out a soft groan. “I’m in, baby.”

“Do what you want-”

“No,” He stops you, “Tell me: slow, fast, hard..whatever you want.”

“Slow, please?” You weakly let out. He pulls out, then painfully slowly slides back in. You moan, using your legs to push him in a little faster.

“He didn’t do you right,” He laughed, picking up the pace. He made a rhythm, “He didn’t go slow, did he?”

“N-No..” You quiver, watching him go slower.

He leans in a little more, quickening his thrusts. “More?”

“More.” You arch your back, moving his hips into you. He places his hands on either side of your head, shoving every inch of himself inside of you with growing strength. His length fills you, making you feel warm inside and making your body tingle all over. “Faster,” You drawl out, “Harder.” You moan loudly, holding Yoongi’s back. He obeys, making the bed shake with all his efforts to please you. “More, more!” You claw at his back, knowing you’ll leave red marks. His breaths get caught in his throat as he releases noises of struggle, and buries himself deeper inside you. You feel your womanhood pulse from the abuse he’s giving it, and soon his finger rubs your clit in circles roughly. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, making you wish you could jump on top of Yoongi—but he wouldn’t allow it; it’s about him pleasuring you. “Fuck!” You shout at the stimulation.

“I’m gonna—are you?” He asks shakily.

“Keep rubbing,” You order, throwing your head back as he intensifies the rubbing and thrusting. “Fuck!” You yell again, feeling it even closer this time. “More!” You cry, almost at the brink of release.

“Shit..” He says under his breath, vigorously playing with your swollen, achy part.

You open your mouth and shut your eyes, “Yoongi! Fuck!” You bite your lip, feeling him continue to shove himself inside of you as you close tightly around him. Every inch he moves sends you into oblivion, as you ride out your high.

“Fuck, (Y/N)—fuck.” He clenched his teeth, exploding inside of your closing walls. He goes quiet, as you on the other hand whimper at the feeling of his hot liquid shoot inside your sensitive self. “I hope that was good..” He breaths, brushing his hair back with his hand to reveal his sweaty forehead and face.

“It was beyond good..” You pant.

“I know you enjoyed yourself, jagi—I could tell.” He smirked, smiling as he planted a gently kiss upon your lips. “I really love you.”

Superpower (2) - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by dailymarvelstories

Words: 973
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: none
Requested by: @sexymackstan
I’m crying!! Like just kill me now. Part 2 has to happen. You were stunned by pietro being back, you weren’t sure how or when, but all you wanted to do was kiss him and hug him. Wanda felt his presence and had came over. Clint owed his life to him. Pietro met his son the next morning. Just like a family you were meant to be.
Authors Note: OMG this turned out so cute and I really like it and oh my gosh they better bring Pietro back because I’ve run out of good gifs to use and I really need some more plus he’s my fave and I really need my sokovian bastard back. (Wink)

Part One Two Three Four


You didn’t let go. Neither did Pietro. You hugged as hard as you could, and refused to let go. He put his hand under your chin and kissed you.

Oh, how you missed him.

You couldn’t believe he was alive. Three years, you believed that your husband was gone. Your son had gone three years without a dad, and you went three years being someone you didn’t know.

“Pietro…” You cried.

“Shh, do not worry, I am here. It’s real life.” He hugged you.

“How did this happen?” You asked.

He shrugged. “It is all thanks to the amazing doctors we know. They wanted to keep it a secret, from everyone. They did not want to give false hope, especially to our son.” Pietro said.

“For, three years?” You sighed.

Pietro sighed as well. “It hurt me everyday to know that you were still here without me, but it was a long process.”

“I’m so happy you’re alive.” You hugged him.

“You seem like you need some sleep, draga, have you slept recently?” He asked.

You shrugged. “It hasn’t been a good sleep since I lost you. Waking up with nightmares almost every other night…” You admitted.

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Tease Part 3

Hello, Love bugs. 

Phil X Reader

Tease 1, Tease 2

Warnings- Smut baby. Hey, it’s me your friendly smut writer Ashley! This is a Dom-sub story so in case you are not into that here is your warning. Or if you think it’s disrespectful to woman blah blah blah then you can read my opinions of that here. So for the others who like a Dom-Sub relationship, this one is for you.

I NEED A PASTEL!READER AND PUNK!PHIL HIGHSCHOOL AU SMUT D:< WITH CUTE LINGERIE (sorry if I sound demanding I just enjoy this concept a lot and want to see it more) ILY:) -Anon

Please for all that is good and holy, write Tease #3 lmao. I love the series sm, and all your other works !! Keep at it dude- Anon

The car ride was quiet. It was never this quiet between the two of you. The only sounds were the radio lightly playing and the sound of Phil taking deep breaths every so often. You still didn’t know what had set him off from earlier but you didn't feel like it was the time to ask. What you were sure of was that the earlier games from the classroom were not going to be forgotten. You decided to focus on that. Phil would talk about his problems when he wanted.

Pulling in front of your parent’s house you had suddenly felt the usual butterflies appear inside your stomach. Usually, if the two of you were fooling around it was at his place. There were only two other times that you had taken him here. You kept the rules simple when it came to seeing other boys. You don't shit where you eat and you don't eat where you shit. In other word’s you never took boys home. But Phil wasn't another boy.

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x files fic for mother’s day

here’s my attempt at giving scully a happy (if not crazy and hectic) mother’s day, and an excuse to continue in the himym au thing i wrote. mostly because it was fun to write and i was bored. also this is the corniest thing i’ve ever written. seriously. this is the fluffiest fluff i’ve ever done. you have been warned.


William is making a card on printer paper stolen from Mulder’s office. It seems to have gone from “simple Mother’s Day card” to “elaborate comic, featuring astronauts, Bigfoot, and the dogs”. There’s crayon smeared on the table. Emily grabs the Clorox wipes from under the sink. “So, I was thinking for Mom’s present, I could tell her that I’ve chosen to do my required summer internship with her at the morgue,” she says, spreading her hands in a ta-da motion. “What do you think?”

William shades the fur on the large creature that is debatably Sasquatch or Chewbacca. “I think that you can do better.”


“Yeah. That’s boring!”

“Oh, and a comic isn’t boring?”

“No, it’s funny. She’ll laugh at it. She can pin it to the wall and laugh at it while she cuts people up. It’ll make her boring job less boring.”

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Sea otters are a keystone species… meaning that they have a large impact on the abundance of animals in an environment. The more sea otters, the more types of animals living in said environment. 

Unfortunately, these sea otters are doing poorly. This is partly due to pollution but also a parasite that is in cat poo. So please, make sure that you are picking up after yourself and your pets to keep these critters and everyone else healthy. x  

Request: Hey I love all of your witch related imagines, they're all so amazing! I was wondering if you could do one where dean has been turned into a dog and reader finds him and takes him in as a stray. Then like a few months later, after she's grown close to him he finally gets back to normal, but he has been there for her when she felt down and cried and stuff :)

“I’ve got her, Dean! Just keep her attention for a little longer.” You shouted from across the room. The only way to kill the witch you’d been hunting was to burn all her books on witchcraft. You’d gathered all the books and had already doused them in gasoline, all you needed was to light the match. 

Your hands shook from anticipation and you held the lighter above the books. You kept trying to start the flame, but the damned thing wouldn’t light. “Just another second!” You assured him, cursing under your breath. From the frustration and anxiety of the lighter not working, you dropped it. You quickly dove down and picked it up, taking your eyes off Dean and the witch for only a second. Once the object was back in your hand you got it to work and set all the books ablaze.

A horrible cry tore through the warehouse as the witch died. You sighed in relief, then went to find Dean. He wasn’t anywhere in the area, and you’d figured that he went to the Impala. But the only thing you saw outside was an adorable German Shepard puppy. Your heart lifted as you ran to the dog. 

“Hi girl!” You exclaimed, crouching beside the hound. “Or boy.” You said after a moment. “Where’s your owner?” The dog let out a little yip, and you smiled widely. “Did you see a guy walking around? Tall, light hair, amazing green eyes?” You could have gone on describing Dean, but you felt silly enough talking to a dog. You pet the dog’s head one more time, then jumped up and started walking around the building.

The little dog immediately ran to your leg and started biting your pants. You laughed and pushed the dog away, but he just kept at it. Finally, you picked the puppy up, holding him close to you and continued walking. Dean was nowhere in sight. 

“Dean!” You yelled, a horrible feeling twisting your stomach. “Dean, please!” After nobody called back you ripped your phone out and called Sam. “Sam, I can’t find Dean." 

"What? Did the witch get him?” Sam asked, and the puppy in your hands started to bark again. 

“Shh.” You ordered, then started answering Sam. “I don’t think so. I was there the whole time….. Wait! I took my eyes off them for one minute. You don’t think Dean’s hurt, do you?” You heart raced at the thought. 

“Just get over here. We’ll go over what we know. Maybe Dean’s walking here, or something.” Sam suggested, obviously troubled.

“Okay.” You said, but then remembered something. “Oh wait! I found this puppy, and I think he’s lost. Can I take him with me?" 

"Y/N, you know how Dean feels about dogs.” Sam reminded you.

“Yeah, but he’s just so cute.” You informed him, kissing the top of the puppy’s head. 

Sam sighed on the phone, “Alright. Don’t tell Dean.” Then he hung up. 

“Wanna come home?” You asked the puppy, placing him in the Impala. 

*Dean’s POV*

I’m a dog. I’m a hairy, small, adorable puppy! What the Hell? I take my eyes of the witch for one second, and the next thing I know everything’s in black and white and I’m looking up at her. I ran out to the Impala right after that, and Y/N found me. But she didn’t know it was me. I tried telling her, but she just didn’t see. 

Back at the bunker Sam and pet me and goggled over me, but then quickly got to work. They came up with all these ideas of what had happened to me, and every time they said my name I barked. And they were the smart ones, puh! 

“I’m gonna go lay down for a moment.” Y/N said, going to her room. Maybe it was because I was a dog, but I could feel how freaked out and worried she was. I ran after her and saw her on her bed, staring at the ceiling. I jumped next to her and she let out a small smile, but I could still feel her anxiety. 

I did the only thing I could, I licked her face. I thought that would help, but that just made things worse. She smiled for a moment, then her face scrunched up in pain, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. I knew she hated when people saw her cry, so I jumped off the bed and hit the door shut, then rejoined her on the bed. 

“I’m sorry.” She said to me, wrapping her arms around my fur. “I don’t usually cry like this. I’m just so freaked out. What if we never find Dean? It’s all my fault!” She buried her head into my fur and I stayed with her. I licked her neck and wherever I could see skin, and eventually she stopped crying. “Don’t tell Sam I was crying.” She joked, trying to cheer herself up. I licked her face in agreement, and she smiled widely. “You wanna know a secret?” She asked, wiping her face. She glanced at the door to make sure nobody was coming, and I pricked my ears up, this must be good. “I love Dean." 

She loved me? Y/N actually loved me? My tail started wagging and I wanted nothing more than to say the same, but I was a dog. I’d loved Y/N ever since I’d met her, how could I not? She was gorgeous, smart, funny, and a total badass. 

"Do you think Dean’s dead?” She asked, and I could feel the anxiety creeping back into her. I did my best to shake my head, but dog’s bodies weren’t exactly made for that. She got the message. “You know, you’re pretty smart for a dog.” She laughed. 

You have no idea. I thought.

*Normal POV*

It had been months since you’d last seen Dean, but you refused to accept that he was dead. Whenever you had a free chance you researched spells and curses that would have taken him away. You were so thankful for the dog you’d found. You’d taken to calling him Batman. After running through a million names, it was the only one he seemed to actually enjoy. 

You loved Batman. Anytime you felt like crying or giving up, he was right there. You’d rub your hand through his fur, and he’d kiss your cheek. He slept on your bed at night, snuggled under the covers. You and Sam were hunting another witch, the first one since you’d lost Dean, and you were so nervous. What if you lost Sam next? Or Batman? 

Luckily, your trusty dog knew how you felt, and never left your side. You’d found where she was hiding, and Sam was getting ready to leave. “Don’t ruin the house.” You ordered Batman, who cocked his head, making you laugh. You knelt down and kissed the top of his head. “I love you!” You exclaimed, hugging him. 

“Stop making out with the dog. We need to go.” Sam said, opening the door. 

You never knew how fast Batman could run. One second he was next to you, the next he was standing by the Impala. “Batman, come.” You ordered, but the dog refused. 

“Come here, boy.” Sam tried, apparently you weren’t doing it right. But Batman just stayed put. 

“Let’s just take him with us.” You suggested, wanting to get this over with.

“What if he gets hurt?” Sam asked.

“We’ll leave him in the car and crack a window. Nobody’s hurting my dog." 

Sam shrugged and opened the back door, and Batman hopped in. You jumped into the passenger seat and soon Sam was driving down the high way. You’d rolled down Batman’s window and watched as he stuck his head out the window, hair blowing in the wind. He looked so happy, it was adorable. 

You made it to the witch’s home, and left the car. Batman at your side. You’d completely forgotten about him, too scared to think of anything other than the task at hand. Batman stood by your side and you gripped his fur, comforting you. 

"Y/N, leave him in the car.” Sam said.

“Sam, I can’t. Please, just let him come.” You begged. 

“I hope he doesn’t get hurt.” Sam stated, hoping you’d leave him. You shrugged him off and walked into the house. 

The witch wasn’t even hiding. She didn’t even lock the door! You walked in and she was sitting in her family room, a book in her lap. “Finally!” She exclaimed, jumping off her seat. 

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Honey, I’m not stupid. I knew you were coming.” She said, smiling widely. She glanced at your dog, and you instinctively stepped in front of him. 

The battle then started. She started mumbling words and Sam ran to her, a knife in hand. She easily dodged him and didn’t stop speaking. She grabbed a handful of spices and threw it at you. You started moved away, but you knew a little was going to hit you. Or, rather, it should have hit you. Instead Batman came to the rescue, jumping in front of you. 

He landed on his feet with a loud thud. You thought he’d been hurt to make such a loud noise, but instead you saw that he’d grown. He’d grown into a man, and not just any man, he’d grown into Dean. Dean was fully dressed, wearing exactly what you’d seen him in last. Your heart soared and tears blurred your vision. Dean.

You watched as he stood up and ran to the witch. She swung at him and he easily dodged it, bringing his knife into her stomach. The witch doubled over and Sam cut her head off. You stayed on the ground and watched as Sam hugged his brother, happier than you’d seen him in weeks. 

“Dean…” You said, still in shock.

“Y/N.” Dean said, a huge smile over his face. He crouched beside you and gripped your hand. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Were you… were you Batman?" 

Dean smiled and nodded. "I like to think I was Batman before I turned into a dog, but yeah." 

"You’re a good dog.” You commented. You had no idea what to say; the only thing running through your mind was that you had Dean back, but you’d lost your dog. 

Dean helped you up and instantly wrapped his arms around you. You couldn’t hold it any longer. Tears of relief started streaming down your face. Dean hummed lightly and rubbed your back, soothing you like all those times he’d done before. 

You wiped your eyes and backed away, looking at Dean. Sam was no longer in the room, and Dean’s shirt was wet where your eyes had been. “I missed you.”

“I know.” He said, still smiling.

You finally remembered all those times you’d talked to Batman, all the secrets you’d told him, and your face turned a bright red. “Oh my god, you were there for everything! I got dressed in front of you!" 

"I didn’t look!” Dean exclaimed. “I mean, I wanted to, but that wasn’t fair." 

"I… I told you embarrassing stories about me. I kissed you! We shared a bed!” Your eyes were wide and you started pacing in front of Dean, realizing just how awkward things had become.

“And I loved it.” Dean told you, but you barely heard him.

“I peed in front of you! I farted!" 

"And it just made me love you more." 

"I told you that I was in love with you!” You brought your hand to your head, ready to throw up. 

“You’re not listening.” Dean commented, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him. “The whole time I was a dog, it just made me love you all the more. I thought I loved you before I was dog, my God, now I’m obsessed with you!” Your eyes widened and you realized just how close you were to Dean. You could feel his breath on your face. “All those dog kisses I gave you, were real to me. Whenever I did that I just wanted to wrap my arms around you and tell you how much I loved you. But I was a dog, and couldn’t.” Dean moved a hand to your face and stared lovingly into your eyes. “But now I’m a human, and I won’t live a day without telling you how much you mean to me.” Then Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You instantly melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. You heard Sam honk the car horn, and you smiled into the kiss, but Dean didn’t stop.

“Down boy.” You teased, pulling away. 

(I hope you like it!)

anonymous asked:

Receptionist @ the specialty veterinary clinic again. Clients, PLEASE stop putting a phone number down as "primary" that you never actually answer!! We need to confirm your appointments! How do we notify you your pet is ready to be picked up or your medication is ready if you WON'T PICK UP?? Or return our calls for that matter. Some people won't call us back for 2 weeks after us leaving a voicemail sometimes.

House Sitter (Part 5)

Prompt: For the chance of taking a course far from home you decided to house sit for a lovely couple. And everything would go strictly as planned if it wasn’t for this unexpected character coming into picture

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1,188

Author’s Note: As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)

Y/N = Your Name

Part 1 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Originally posted by fvckingsierra

“So you’re meeting with him today?”


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MSB - 力レと歩むバージンロード - Daichi Katsuragi- Stage 2

Walking Down the Aisle Event [Mobage]

A few days after meeting your future in-laws, you went to a bridal fair. You are sitting inside a chapel and admiring the interior. You turned your gaze to Daichi seated beside you but he was not paying attention to his surroundings, lost in thought.

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Life Unexpected 11/?

a/n: Happy New Year, here’s this chapter. The next one will be happier. Thank you for sticking through it!

Also, shout out to @captainswanbookclub for picking Life Unexpected as a discussion for Today. That’s unbelievable and so kind of them! 

Even more thanks to @ravenclawpianist, my really amazing Beta.

And tons of thanks to @the-savior-and-the-pirate for creating the banner. 

Summary: After a tragic car accident took the lives of Liam and Elsa Jones, Killian found himself the heir to their family home, their business and their only child. Despite two large holes in his heart, he thinks he finally has things under control after a year of struggle and grief. In walks Emma Swan gradually filling both holes in the most unexpected way.

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Meltdown Intercepted


“Please tell me you have a lofty bank account somewhere,” Killian’s voice is miles away and she can’t really think about what he’s saying and keep from screaming her head off at the same time.

“Shit. Shit, goddamn, fuck, are you kidding me?” she rushes to the mattress, thrusting a careless hand through the hole and digging around until she finds something. And it’s a damn cruel world, because she finds something alright. She tugs out a bleeding fist gripping a brown paper bag only to rip it to shreds when she realizes it is empty.

What kind of satanic asshole does that? This isn’t theft- it’s spiteful betrayal.

“Stay here, let me check the other room and call the police.”

“No,” she levels her voice to keep from sounding hysterical. “Lily did this, and I don’t want anything on record when her body washes up.”

“Lily? The lass I met just yesterday?”

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