A/N: why did i write a daddy kink vampire fic to deal with my shitty day what does this mean???
Jimin was hungry. He was the hungriest he had been since he was turned, and it was all your fault. You were a temptress, your bare legs hung over the arm of the sofa and he watched your long legs swing as you tried to paint your nails, frowning in concentration you had no idea what he was thinking. Or that he had been staring at you instead of writing the lyrics that had a deadline for tomorrow.
“ahhh i loved spider-man homecoming!! could you do a peter parker oneshot where the reader is tony’s daughter and she wanted to stay at the tower while they packed it all up because her room was still pretty well put together and peter goes to the tower every night to be with her. if you’re comfortable with writing it, they’re like hardcore making out but Happy and Tony come in and oh boy spider-man gotta skedaddle😂😂 thanks so much!! <3″
Warnings: Fluff, light language, Stark!reader
Notes: I know Stark!reader has been done so many times but the cannon is too good not to write sorry not sorry. Also this is pretty short but still cute hehe.
You didn’t want to leave the Avengers tower and you most definitely did not want to move upstate.
That was no secret to anyone, mainly because you complained about it at any window of opportunity - no matter how slim of an opportunity it was.
It was a secret however, as to why you didn’t want to move.
Ok, well no one knew it was a secret. Everyone especially your dad thought it was because you were moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city which you actually loved, and that was part of it so you weren’t technically lying to your dad.
But the real reason came in the form of none other than your dad’s protege, the spiderling himself.
imma draw a shark fact for every day of shark week! hammerheads are the known to be gentle and ‘shy’. sharks also DONT eat people, we taste pretty gross, but we LOOK a lot like seals, and the first bite is their only way to test it out- and thats often enough to kill. if they’re going to eat, the first bite better kill or completely disable their prey, and they might not get another chance to eat! thats why an attack is deadly, but the sharks will not eat humans and are dissapointed when they bite into one. stay tuned for more shark facts and happy shark week!
Summary: When Hoseok refuses to feed, you get desperate.
Genre: angst, fluff, vampire au
A/N: soooo there will be hobi fluff duing my halloween daily post but i had to give the boy some angst
“Please Hobi,” your voice broke as the phone fell from your hand as you watched him shake his head on FaceTime; he looked drained, dark bags collected under his eyes and his face seemed to have lost all of its colour.
I. I KNOW REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT FUCK I CANT HELP MYSELF. BOXER HARRY AND HIS BEST FRIEND IS ALWAYS THE ONE TO CLEAN HIM UP AFTER FIGHTS LATE AT NIGHT AND THEY GET IN A FIGHT ONE NIGHT BECAUSE SHE'S WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND HE'S IN LOVE WITH HER AND HATES WHEN SHE YELLS AT HIM AND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM AND WHATEVER MAGIC YOUR MIND CAN CREATE. AND SMUT SMUT SMUT.
One down… many more to go. ;) It got a little dark for a moment or two, but it just faces up to the real consequences of a sport like this, I guess (going off my very limited knowledge, so, you know. Salt. Pillars). x
Gentle reminder that requests are closed. Any new requests for structured pieces are going to be posted immediately to be catalogued in the “request” tag. Happy Friday, everyone!
053. Know You
The locker room air is
stale and still. It’s just the two of you with him on the bench and you in
front of him, latex gloves on your hands and a bottle of disinfectant and a
cotton swab in them.
“Will yeh not look at
me like that?” Harry asks tensely.
He should be asking
for you to look at him at all.
“I’m fine,” Harry stresses to you. “Just a
couple of bruises.”
You’re still not
looking at him straight on, and when you grab his chin you do so roughly and
you jerk his head a bit to dab at a cut on his cheek with disinfectant. Harry
winces, but you don’t apologize. Your gaze is focused like a laser as you
clean, the line of blood shrinking as you work.
He’ll have a
scar. It’ll be small and thin, but
it’ll be there. It isn’t his first, and you feel nauseated when you think of
all the ones to come.
“I’ve already called
the doctor.” You don’t recognize your voice with how rough it is. Syllables
drop in and out and you swallow hard and clear your throat. “The appointment is
at 12:30 tomorrow.”
Scans. To be sure that
all he might have is a concussion.
The bus I am riding in right now is fucking sub zero, I am an arctic seal biting the edge of my ice flow hole to try and keep breathing, I am shaking like a grandma at a Ricky Martin concert, the bus is lowering the temperature of my city by twenty degrees, climate change scientists everywhere are baffled, chill with the fucking air conditioning it’s not even that hot outside!
A/N: I have never written this ship before, and I LOVED WRITING THIS. If you are even REMOTELY curious, please read this and tell me what you think!!
The first time Dean offered his vein to Benny, it was because they
were being hunted. He wasn’t sure what was after them, wasn’t sure
how close they were to being truly dead, but he did know that they
had a better chance of survival with his blood coursing through
Benny. The blood made the vampire stronger, made him wild and fierce
and almost indestructible. So Dean pushed up his sleeve and held his
wrist out. “Drink,” he ordered. After one long glance, Benny sank
his teeth in.
Fic prompt: the paladins are various ages between teenager and young adult and varying maturities. You know whats hard to learn? That when you feel sick you still need to eat properly. Toast might be unappetising but that doesnt mean you can eat cookies instead because theyre easier to munch on. Any paladin making this mistake and hurling as a result?
Seemed fitting for Keith because… Keith.
Keith’s stomach churns uncomfortably as he chews on his fourth peanut-butter-esque cookie that Hunk’s whipped up. It was actually a miraculous find for the yellow paladin, who’d managed to whip something that somehow was just a slightly greener version of peanut butter. Tried and true tested on every paladin, and enough to bring Pidge to tears over the nostalgic taste. But for Keith? It just eggs on his nausea.
Title : Bet on it Pairing : George Weasley x Reader Word Count : 1,773 Writer : JW.
“It’s not going to work,”
“Yeah, and why wouldn’t it?” Fred asks, looking amused.
“Snape might be an arse, but he’s a very polished potion master. There’s no way you can prank him by changing his potion into.. That,” you vocalize, taking a peek to the freshly brewed potion “It’s impressive, the potion you make, but It just won’t work,”
“Of course it won’t,” he mockingly agrees, folding his hands to his chest as he pretends to rub his chin before shrugging with a wide grin “But well, what can you say, once an arse, always an arse. He deserves what’s coming to his plate,”
You roll your eyes, “You’re only finding yourself extra hours of detention. As if the ones McGonagall gave wasn’t enough,”
“Look, Sweetheart, I appreciate the worry, truly, but my twin and I have planned this for months and there would be no fallacy occured, guaranteed,” Fred threw out his chest and sang “You know, you’re so poised with your thoughts, let’s see how secured your bet is,”
“Always the same card,” you crack a smile, knowing exactly where he’s heading to “A sickle for another three hours of detention with Snape,”
Fred rolls his eyes, “We’ve done that one too many, it’s time to step up the game,”
You raise an eyebrow, urging him to go on with the proposal.
“If we did fail, I would fly off my broom around the castle and to the common room tonight— starkers,” he proposed with that infamous devilish grin “How’s that for a next level?”
“You’re not fooling around this time, aren’t you,” you comment, slightly gulping because of the seriousness he gets and how disturbing the bet was “And what’s it for me?”
“If the prank works well,” he says, turning his body so that his back would face you “You would have to pretend to be my twin’s girlfriend for the whole day without telling him the reason,”
You widen your eyes, “What?!”
“And that would include all the kissing and dirty business needed, if a day would be an enough of time,”
You take a moment to yourself to digest all the words he’d utter. Has he lost the plot? The denouement he proposed was outrageous. Why would he risk his dignity by a foolish prank like this?
And why would he purpose a bet that would in a way ‘play’ with his own twin’s feeling?
“Well, that’s a brave proposal, Fred,” you comment before finding yourself back to your seat “But I see no value in stepping the game if the out-turn was as mentioned. I’d stick to a sickle,”
He makes a mocking buzz sound, “What made your feet cold? Could it be that slightly in your heart you know that this prank would be prosperous that you figure to just.. Chicken out?”
“I— No, I’m still 100% sure that this would go all to pot by the end of the class,”
“Then I suppose there should be no problem on sealing the deal,”
You bite your lower lip as Fred walks closer to you, an arm out ready to shake yours. You’ve always known that Fred could be a barmy instigator but never have you ever expected him to cross this many boundaries. For a simple prank he’s pulling for Snape, it sure is a huge gamble to take.
“Come on, my arm won’t be out all day, I have to help George brew another potion for Filch,” Fred urges, sounding slightly annoyed “Will you or will you not take the bet, ___?”
Sighing, you’ve finally made the worst decision in your live, “Deal,”
With another grin and discouraging cheer, Fred leaves the class, leaving you waiting for the other students to come in. The class should start in another quarter hour and your heart is starting to pitter-patter.
A huge pride in your heart whispers for you to just calm down because a brilliant professor like Snape would never fall for such dimwitted made prank— especially not in the area he’s mastered about. But the flutter you made holds a very daunting consequence that you can’t help but to feel a little nervous about it.
With some students coming in before you could jinxed the potion, all you can do now is to pray that a pinch of extra luck is dusted on your shoulders.
You grip your skirt tightly as you walk out of the common room. The nightmare of how Snape’s hair turned pink yesterday is still crystal clear in your mind. You don’t need to have another word with Fred as the little smirk and wink he shot at you by last night’s dinner was enough of a green light for you to proceed on the bet.
Be his twin’s girlfriend for a day.
Perhaps, it wouldn’t be this hard if it were Lee Jordan or Dean Thomas or anyone in that matter that you don’t have any crush for. But the red head git just has to choose his twin. His twin out of all boys in Hogwarts.
“Hey, ___!” Fred greets in the hallway, casually placing an arm over you right after “Remember our deal yesterday? Time’s ticking, you know. The longer it takes for you to start, the longer it would end,”
You raise an eyebrow, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I said precisely a whole day of becoming my brother’s girlfriend and last time I check, a whole day consists of 24 hours so if you were to start now, the bet would be off by this exact same time tomorrow. Exactly 24 hours,”
You popped your eyeballs.
“I guess I missed that little detail, huh?” he says sheepishly “Well, no matter. It shouldn’t be a hard task to do anyway, seeing the way you’ve reacted when he’s around,”
What’s that supposed to mean?
“Fred, I don’t think—,”
“There’s no going back now, Sweetheart. A bet is a bet,” he says with much satisfaction in his tone, pushing you closer to his twin who was busy talking to his mates “Go on and give your boyfriend his morning kiss,”
“Fred, I just—,”
And before you can complain another word, the boy has left you stunned.
Trembling, you try to grow a pair and gather all the guts you could grasp. Sanity has been long thrown away and embarrassment seem to be an underrated term over the feeling you’re holding at the moment. Surely that ginger would have a taste of his own meds later on.
Indeed, a bet is a bet.
“There you are, Sweetheart,” you say sweetly once you squeeze in the group of males and cling your hands over George’s arm “I’ve been looking all over the castle for you,”
The group stare at you bizarrely.
The red head froze at your sudden presence and touch.
“___, are you lost?” Lee Jordan asks.
“No, why would I be?” you ask him back, trying to force a laugh that doesn’t sound much of a dying owl “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, right, Georgie?”
He’s still stunned.
“George,” you call his name softly, hiding your nervousness “Say something,”
He barely blinks.
“Is this some kind of a prank?” Lee asks once more “Oh I know, it must be a prank. I’m not falling for it George, nice try,”
“It’s not a prank,” you say short before turning back to George “If this is a prank, why would I do this?”
Indeed, sanity has been long wiped out of your mind as you tip toed and leaned in to him, sealing your lips to the boy that was once stunned now turned even more petrified. His body tenses, frozen as if someone casted a spell on him. His breathing turns rigid, chest puffing up and down in a painfully fast pace as he tries to take it all in— it was not a dream.
His lips feels like a warm melting butter— sweet and soft. It was a chaste kiss but enough to jolt your body in full electricity charge. The blush that you tried hard to hide is no longer able to be contained as you pull away, slightly smiling from your bold and satisfactory action. If it wasn’t for the bet, you wouldn’t be able to the lips that you’ve been dreaming of a nights.
You’d need to say your gratitude to Fred, one day.
Time flies and as if it was logical for your mind to take, after the kiss earlier this morning George seem to just play along and enjoy the current situation as he showers you with pecks and locks his arm on your waist at all time. It was as if you two were a really newly born couple.
You find yourself running out of your dormitory room with exceedingly dose of happiness and blush. The day went by far better than you expected that dinner time arrives already. Sure, people were questioning you and throwing you overwhelming questions but the kisses and embraces were more than worth it.
“No, wait,” he holds, grabbing on of your arm before you could head out to the dining hall “We’re all alone. We can talk now,”
You raise your eyebrows, “Talk about what?”
“This,” he says as he comes in to gives you a peck on the lip “That shouldn’t be able to happen over a night. Don’t you suppose I deserve an explanation?”
“Judging from your stutter, I suppose you and my twin had a bet and you lost, am I right?”
“I— George, I can explain,” you say quick, afraid that your action might hurt his feelings in any way “I didn’t mean to play around with your feelings by all means, but the bet Fred made yesterday was inevitable. I didn’t know why he would choose this as my out-turn, but I cross my heart I meant no game for your feelings,”
“So, you were to say that you did all this just to fulfill the gamble?” he asks, taking a step closer that he’s dangerously close to you now “I was starting to like the idea of it— You know, to snog you all I want,”
“I like touching you,”
He says as he roams your body with his hands.
“I like kissing you,”
He says as he plants soft kisses to your jawline.
“I like everything about you,”
He says as he looks straight at your eyes.
“If this is all a bet to you,” he whispers softly “They I’d like to live the rest of my life with this bet,”
hELP i’m catching feelings for a boy and i’m struggling hard to keep a rabbit with him.
request box is still open !! do send in your reqeuests !! —dee.
Based off this anon request: “
Can i please request dean x reader where there is so much sexual tension
and “accidental” touches and low key flirting and end it with very
dirty hot rough sex. Maybe some hair pulling, pinning, very rough
fingering and the rest is up to you <33 thanks love!” combined with a hair pulling request from @ilovedean-spn2.
Word Count: 4400ish (not even sorry)
Warning: so much smut, hair pulling, some dirty talk
The wind wailed like a wild boar over the rocky peak which hid the company of dwarves, hobbit, and wizard. The night was dark despite the full moon and twinkling stars. The shadow of the journey ahead loomed over all within the small cave though many had managed to capture sleep on such a night.
The brooding king sat outside with arms crossed across his chain-mailed chest, his iron ax leaned beside the rock beside him. His words had made the night darker as he carried the greatest burden of them all and would not let them forget it. Those within were gladdened thus that he had chosen to sit in the moonlight on watch leaving them to their slumber, though not all had closed their eyes.
title: Phantom summary: Sequel to Ghost. In which Itachi sees…well…her. pairing: itasaku
Black blood dripped down the backs of Sakura’s arms as she stepped into the apartment. Her gloves were singed, still smoking slightly at the tips. And as soon as she passed through the line of sutras, a shadow peeled off her back. Shrieking, it lay in a crumpled heap just before the line of sutras.
“Shit. I’m home, Itachi,” she called. Needlessly. Because he was standing right there. The black creature reached a clawed hand for her, but it sizzled against the invisible barrier that she had created around the apartment. And with the sealing glyphs imbued into the door, it was effectively trapped in that tiny space, along with her shoes.
Itachi saw her knees buckle. But as he rushed to catch her, his hands phased right through her. Although her gloves were in tatters, the wards on them were still effective. He couldn’t touch her.
“Sakura, your gloves,” he said. But she shook her head. Leaning against the wall for a moment, she refused his help. And when she gathered the strength to keep walking, she left a smear of blood against the white paint.
“I’m covered in sacred ash because the client called in a fucking ghost hunter. I don’t know what’ll happen to you if you touch me,” she said as she stalked past him. Her black footprints took her all the way to the bathroom.