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Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon. “hi! could you do a jasper fic where the cullens all leave for a hunting trip to lo-key give jaz and y/n some alone time in the house? like theyve been dating for months and jasper and y/n make love for the first time and shes super nervous because shes a virgin and its super tender and sweet? thanks!” Hope you like it!


Your parents were under the assumption that you and your boyfriend’s twin sister were spending the weekend in her adopted parents’ home while the Cullen boys went camping on Mt. Rainier; as innocent a gathering as could be expected. In their eyes, there was absolutely nothing to be worried about; their daughter was spending time with a respectable family, under the watchful eye of the doctor’s lovely wife Esme, surrounded by her charming boyfriend’s female sibling… only the camping trip wasn’t as exclusive as you had let on, and you would instead be spending time at the Cullen residence with Jasper. He had come to escort you to his home, dressed to the nines in the best hiking gear money could buy, shaking your father’s hand with a polite smile before leading you into the passenger seat of the silver Volvo he had borrowed from his brother. It may have been suggested that his brother’s car was a safer option than his motorcycle, and with the understanding that you preferred your father didn’t collapse into cardiac arrest, Jasper had agreed to sacrifice his preferred mode of transportation for the unassuming vehicle you now found yourself within. Jasper slid effortlessly into the driver’s seat, bidding your parents goodnight before settling in beside you, sealing the normalcy of the world away with the hushed suction of a closing door. It wasn’t long before the delectable scent of him flooded your airspace, perfuming your world with hints of lavender and sandalwood, intoxicating you with the sheer beauty of his presence. His eyes remained glued on the rear-view mirror as he backed out of your driveway, exhibiting proper driving technique while in your parents’ line of sight, proceeding down your street for at least a minute before his hand found yours between the seats, the chill of his skin soothing the worry from your brow. The entirety of his family was as far north as Canada on a hunting trip. You and Jasper would be completely alone.

“Hey, relax, darlin’. It’s just me,” he whispered, his butterscotch eyes finding yours within the dimly-lit cabin of the Volvo, his features illuminated by the neon of the dashboard instruments. He had no need to look at the road; his peripheral vision was just as attentive as his eyes were on you, and his reflexes quicker than anything that could possibly present as an obstacle in front of your vehicle. His thumb traced circles against the backside of your hand, massaging the stress from your body, if not your mind. Sure, it was just him. He couldn’t have stated the sole reason behind the surges of anxiety that flooded your body any simpler than that; it was just him, and just you, alone together for an entire weekend. It was a major advance in your relationship, and he was a poster child for collected calm, as if tonight were no different than any other. You ducked your head, squeezing his hand lightly, marveling momentarily at the give of his alabaster skin… so hard, yet so soft. You wondered, briefly, how the rest of him might feel… You straightened your thoughts, tidying the corners of your mind until every last straying image was safely swept into order, thanking your lucky stars that Jasper wasn’t the family’s mind reader. Jasper didn’t ask what had you so wrought with tension; you had a good idea he knew, but was far too polite to voice his suspicions, a perfect Southern gentleman to the very end. Instead, his mind flooded through the stagnant air and into yours, warming your limbs in waves as a feather-light cloak of ease hushed over your body, his eyes fighting to coax yours out of hiding before he settled for merely gazing in your direction. “I love you,” he promised, his whisper low and aflame with the heat of his truth, the tenor of his voice ringing with honesty as his eyes burnt twin holes in your temple. You lifted your gaze to his, losing yourself briefly in the honey of his stare, his smile eliciting your own as he turned the steering wheel, his grip so certain, so sure, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment. When the hypnosis of his eyes was broken, you redirected your eyes to stare aimlessly out the window, watching the cedars pass in blurred patches of emerald darkened and diluted by the ink of the night.

“I’m okay, Jasper. You don’t have to… calm me down,” you chuckled, your laugh almost foreign to your own ears, speaking to the reflection of his eyes mirrored in the glare the utilities projected onto the glass of the window. “I’m good, really. Thank you, though, for offering. You’re a sweetheart.” Jasper’s brow lifted in disbelief, hearing the confident lie roll from between your lips on the back of a wave of compromising emotion, your unease as plain to him as your voice was clear. You rolled your eyes, smirking as you tightened your hold on his hand. “Alright, I’m a little upset that Rose won’t be joining us. You’ve caught me.” Jasper let loose a quiet laugh, his lips thin as he fought the urge to bend to your humour, his mind still obviously distracted by your physical discomfort. Even if he were unable to taste the tone of your emotions, he would have heard the stammer of your heart as it frantically sought an escape route through the spaces between your ribs. He shook his head a fraction, as if to align his thoughts, his palm spreading over your knee, gently smoothing over your denim with a more human breed of comfort, leaving your reasoning to stand alone, no prodding or inquiries involved. You watched the forest flash by, your heart thrumming in your chest like the wings of a hummingbird, your pulse skyrocketing as Jasper pulled into the extended driveway leading to the Cullen household. He sighed to hear so obvious a sign of distress, his lips pressed into a fine line when you turned to address the sound, his eyes concerned as he analyzed the winding path through the thick of the forest. You were silent when the car pulled up before the intimidating house, your hands clasped in your lap as Jasper removed the keys from the ignition, quieting the engine and enhancing the leaden stillness that surrounded the two of you. He exhaled deeply, turning in his seat until he was facing you straight-on, his hands reaching for yours, the smooth marble of his skin sparking against you, adrenaline coursing through your veins like venom.

“Y/n, would you please let me help you?” he asked, his voice pleading and sincere, you met his eye, smiling halfheartedly, your cheeks burning with the flow of blood that rushed to warm your face. His brow knotted with helpless worry, his eyes bright with the extent of his agitation to see you so restless. “At least tell me why you’re so nervous?” he pleaded, his palm covering your own, sending thrills roiling through to settle in the pit of your stomach, your body warm beneath his comparably frigid touch. You shrugged, searching for words polite enough, innocent enough, harmless enough that you wouldn’t end up offending or causing any confusion. Jasper’s hand extending toward your face, cradling your cheek in the silken palm of his hand, his thumb working over your cheekbone, brushing just beneath your eye. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You can tell me anything, darlin’, it’s part of the package. Trust me, there’s nothing you could say that would drive me away, nothing you could say that’d… wound me. I’m virtually indestructible, remember?” you giggled then, surprised at the tremor in your voice, your eyes watering just slightly, your cheeks burning brighter as you became aware of the sensation. Jasper’s hand remained on your cheek, his fingers coaxing an answer from your lips, or perhaps your mind, his eyes anxiously awaiting your reply. You felt the air rush from your lungs, your brain resolving to spill your fear at his feet before your body could revert to your more primal instincts and reject your intention.

“I’m just…” you paused briefly, your heart seizing in your chest, prompting Jasper to respond with a much-needed surge of calm. You cleared your throat then, your eyes finding his in the dark. “Thanks. I’m just… I know what this is about.” Your words hung in the air, speaking volumes while saying so little. Jasper’s jaw clenched visibly, catching the intention behind your blanketed statement, his hand moving downward to rest against your neck, your pulse racing beneath his palm, his skin tantalizing yours. He didn’t make any move to speak, or to leave the vehicle, awaiting further explanation despite his clear understanding. “I mean, I guess it’s just… we’re alone, Jasper. Truly alone, and I…” your voice trailed off, your eyes melting into his, the tides of borrowed calm lapping at your feet as Jasper lent you the ease to continue. “I’ve never done this before.” Realization flickered behind his eyes for the briefest moment before quickly, professionally, he returned to his previous standing, his features open and curious. “I’m just nervous, is all.” Jasper grinned sympathetically, his eyes dancing on yours.

“Terrified, it feels like.” You lowered your gaze, embarrassed, only to find Jasper’s index finger at your chin, lifting you back to meet his eyes, his features soft and gentle. “We’re not going to do anything you aren’t prepared to do, you have my word as a gentleman. It’s enough for me just to spend time with you, no time constraints, no prying eyes, no interruptions. I’m in this for you, Y/n, and nothing else. I love you. If you want to go slow, we’ll go slow. We can crawl forward, for all I care, so long as we’re together. I am perfectly content with whatever you choose to do.” You smiled, thankful, leaning toward him to close the space between you, your lips pressing against his. He returned the tender affection you offered to him, his lips molding to fit yours perfectly, his hand winding through your hair, holding you as delicately as if you were made of glass, separating only when the car’s headlights clicked off from lack of movement. “You ready? To head inside, I mean?” You giggled, nodding your confirmation to his double-edged inquiry, your heart leaping in your chest when he disappeared from his seat, your door opening swiftly at your side. Within a single breath, he had lifted you from the seat, holding you in his arms like a newlywed bride, kicking the door closed before walking as easily as if he were unburdened towards your house, abandoning your overnight bag in the backseat. You laughed aloud at his pageantry, his eyes rolling at your reaction. “It seemed appropriate, Miss, to walk you over the threshold. I’m attempting romance; don’t go injuring my ego.” He continued forward, smirking when you mumbled pointedly about his claim of indestructibility. He strode over the polished floorboards, pressing a kiss to your hairline when you clung to his shoulders after he set you on the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, refusing to release your grip as he moved to stand, your heart racing as he playfully fell on top of you, bent by your iron strength. His lips pressed against your throat, his honey hair sweeping against your cheek as he wrestled with your human weakness, contorting until you were cradled in his arms, his eyes glowing warmly behind the thick fringe of his eyelashes. He paused, then, noticing for the first time the subtle shift in your emotions. “What…?” he began, your lips pressing to the corner of his mouth.

“I’m…” you began, your voice feeble and weak, your fingers threading through the golden strands of his hair, his eyelids fluttering at your touch, searching yours for answers you had yet to properly advocate. You returned his open stare, your hands trembling as they cupped his cheeks, your thumbs stammering over his cheekbones. “Jasper…” His breathing was shallower, quicker, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

“I thought you were…” you inhaled the scent of him, so much stronger now that you were all but pressed against each other, watching him come to his conclusions. “You said you were nervous? You’re still nervous, I can… I can feel it, but…” his voice trailed off, his head shaking once between your hands. “Y/n,” he breathed, your name an oath on his lips. “Do you want this?” Your cheeks burned under his stare, your heart thrumming with a strength you hadn’t imagined possible, your head nodding when you found your voice had failed you. Jasper swallowed then, his voice producing a soft, sensuous tone, blossoming into the silence instead of interrupting it. “You’re sure?” You nodded once more, pressing your lips to his as you finally spoke your reply.

“Yes.” He moved against you as you had never known him to move, his tongue darting over your lip with a slow, sugared patience, his arms wrapping securely beneath you before he moved to stand, hoisting you once more into his arms, his lips never parting from yours. His body was marble-hard beneath your hands as he ghosted up the stairway, moving with inhuman speed to the sanctity of his bedroom. He laid you atop his sheets, resting your head against his pillows, moving to hover over you in the same movement, his weight suspended above you. He tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertip lingering on your jaw, his eyes lavishing you as if you were the most precious stone, or perhaps an idol forgotten by all but him. He waited for your approval, his eyes watching yours, a delightfully warm sense of calm licking at the soles of your feet when your nerves tightened in your stomach. “There’s no need. I’m okay.” He arched his brow, his influence retracting as you stroked his cheek, your touch tender as you worshiped his flesh. “I love you, Jasper.” His eyes burned from within, his lips repeating your vow as he descended on your lips.

“I love you.” He melted against you, his every muscle, every inch of his skin pressing against your body, his fingers working the fabric from your waist, parting from his kiss to remove your garment completely. You shied away from his gaze for the span of a minute, opening once again when he had removed his own shirt, his hands tentatively caressing the skin at the bottom of your rib cage. “So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lowering to press slow, honeyed kiss to your abdomen. Your hands instinctively tangled in his hair as his hands worked the button of your jeans, undoing your pants and working them from your legs, leaving you bare before him in your undergarments. His hands found your hips, then, lifting you from the sheets until you were pressed against his chest. Your fingertips trailed curiously down the center of his chest, reaching lower and lower until you discovered the waistline of his jeans. His breath caught with your own when, surprising the both of you, your hand wandered further south, brushing timidly against the bulge his pants concealed. His eyes met yours then, blurred by the relative darkness, boring holes into your very soul. He was still in your arms, moving only when you did, your hand shifting along the coarse denim as you traveled upward to unbutton his pants. His chest expanded beautifully, his lips crashing against yours, moving swiftly to the line of your jaw, marking you with fervent kisses. You worked the button loose, and Jasper was standing by the bed, kicking his pants off entirely before crawling above you, his hand ghosting over the cup of your bra. You thrilled at the contact, arching your back to make the process of unhooking the garment easier. You wriggled free of your straps, watching Jasper’s eyes devour the sight of your uncovered chest, his hands moving with a patient slowness to cup your breast in the palm of his hand. Your breath rushed from your lungs, Jasper’s eyes flitting to your face, your lips parted in bliss. He smiled, then, before his fingers were working beneath the waistband of your underwear, slipping the fabric down your legs until it no longer clung to your body. He pulled you once more into a kneeling position, his eyes hungry on yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your nerves alight with naked electricity as Jasper knelt before you, removing the last piece of clothing that masked the full glory of his chiseled body, his eyes never leaving your face as he worked himself free of his underwear, his erection uncovered, the both of you bare before each other. You inched toward him instinctively, his body reacting in a similar fashion, his hands closing around your waist as he dissolved the distance between you. His palms stroked your hips as his lips found yours, his passion translating fluidly from his mouth to yours, his hands clinging to your back as he settled you back against the pillows, his body arching over yours. Your hands moved to tangle once more in his hair, stopping suddenly in their path as Jasper’s hand caught your wrist, his eyes on yours as he kissed the tips of your fingers. You pressed on, your hands at the nape of his neck, his eyelids closed in bliss as your lips found the muscle of his shoulder, a small sound of pleasure escaping from between his lips. He hovered over you, straightening moments later, his hands parting your legs with gentle precision. He nestled himself between your thighs, his eyes never once leaving your burning face, his hands massaging the creases of your hips. You nodded, almost desperately, reaching to pull his body back over yours as he prodded against your entrance. Your mouth opened at the carnal contact, your cheeks warm with the fire of your blood as Jasper eased himself inside of you, his eyes burning with a heat you didn’t know him capable of as he shifted his hips, working himself deep within you. He moved slowly then, until he stilled, his lips at your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek before speaking your name. Your fingers clung to his back, urging him forward.

He obliged, thrusting deep within you, his movements subtle and captivating, his every shudder sending you gasping for breath where none existed. He rolled his hips, his lips on your neck, your hands grasping for a holding on his shoulders. He moved slowly, patiently, enjoying and allowing you to enjoy every sensitive inch of him inside you, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he thrust within you. He rolled sideways, lifting you with his movement until you rested on top of him, his arms propelling him to a seated position, his hands deftly re-positioning your legs until they wrapped more securely around his waist. His eyes, heavy-lidded, were locked on yours like a magnet as he lifted your hips and lowered you onto him, your breath rushing from your lungs, carrying his name on a low moan. He smiled, pressing his joy to your collarbone as be repeated the movement, your voice producing sound without formulating words. Jasper’s movements became faster, though never rushed or hurried, his hands grasping your hips with a tender security, his breathing laboured as your body began to tremble. Your mind was clouded, the pulses of his hips meeting your own sending deafening waves of pleasure through your body, concentrated at the meeting of your bodies. Your mouth was open over a wordless cry as you clung to all you could, holding his gaze with the will of one desperate for salvation, your breathless whisper of his name the last conscious sound you made before you collapsed against his chest, your body humming with ecstasy. He shuddered beneath you, thrusting through his high, his hands smoothing over the curve of your spine before he stilled within you, his head tipping backwards. You lifted your face from his shoulder, resting your forehead against his, catching your breath together, your fingers tracing the lines of his cheekbones. He smiled, breathless with love, his hands cradling your cheeks to bring your lips to his, punctuating the night with the sweetness of a kiss.

He held you as you both collapsed to the sheets, your legs tangled blissfully, your cheek resting on the firm muscle of his chest. He reached blindly for his bed sheets, covering what he could of your body before resting fully against the pillows. You traced the lines of his chest, your heart calming as your breath regained stability. Jasper’s fingers toyed absentmindedly with strands of your hair, his quiet breathing lulling you to sleep, your bodies melted together as evidence of your devotion, safe in the comfort of his loving arms.


“Wait wait wait….You want me to hit you? Like in the face?”  He honestly doesn’t know how or why this is suddenly being asked of him. Maybe he’s dreaming. Or drunk. Or both.

“C’mon kiddo. Do me this one favour.” Jack pouts. An expression that seems odd for a man like him, despite Rhys really not knowing anything about him…other than that he’s a bit…weird. He must be if he’s willing to let a complete stranger he met once on a plane stay at his place.


Already bored of all the questions, Jack starts hopping on the spot with nervous energy “Why? I dunno why. I dunno. Never been in a fight. You?”

“No…but t-that’s a good thing.” Rhys isn’t sure if he wants this conversation to go on any further. It’s late, he’s tired, and he just wants to try and sleep. But his curiosity, and the fact that he’d have nowhere else to stay, keeps him from just walking away right now.

“No it is not! How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight.” Staring at Jack, the apparent masochist, as he shuffles around on his feet; seemingly annoyed at Rhys’ lack of enthusiasm to his request, Rhys is beginning to question his recent sleeping arrangement for the night. What the hell has he gotten himself into?

Jack just stares back with a grin, beckoning Rhys to come closer. “I don’t wanna die without any scars. So c’mon! Hit me!”

Sighing and putting down his briefcase, Rhys edges a little closer.“Jack, this is crazy. I-”

“Then go crazy! Who gives a shit.”

Rhys squints, licking his lips. His skin buzzing with nervous adrenaline. “So you just…you just want me to hit you.”

“That’s right.” Jack edges closer too, tilting his head at the taller man. A glimmer in his mismatched eyes.

“Like in the face?”

Jack locks his gaze on Rhys, being sure he has his full attention before winking. “I don’t know. Surprise me.”

Doubtful of the sanity of the man in front of him, and the three pitchers of beer they shared making him more lenient to grant Jack’s apparent desire to be punched in the face, Rhys clenches his fists.

“…This is so fucking stupid.”

Soooo I’ve got a Borderlands/Fight Club au in the works. You guys will be seeing a lot more of this~

also my writing is terrible. I’m sorry

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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BTS~ Caught in the Act

Anonymous said: I really liked your GOT7 version of getting caught in the act, so could you do a BTS version of it? Please and thank you! :3

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN!! OH MY SHIT! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR A BTS REQUEST! I LOVE YOU ANON! i might be a little too giddy right now… oops


Seokjin / Jin

It was late and not many members were around so Jin talked you into his pleasurable needs, only if you promised to keep quiet. He began kissing you deeply as he hovered above you, holding his body up with his right hand as his other hand gently moved from your shoulder, down your torso and to your thigh, lightly brushing your skin and sending adrenaline through your body. His lips never leaving yours as he slowly grinded his hips into you while holding you as close as he could get you. Suddenly the door flung open to reveal one of the boys. As you covered your face from embarrassment, Jin stayed on top of you and simply glared at the figure that soon began fumbling for the door handle before leaving.

“Are they gone?”

“Yeah” He giggles at your cuteness. “May we continue?” He smirks.

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Yoongi / Suga

You and Yoongi were under the assumption that the dorms would be completely empty, leaving only you two to do whatever your hearts desired. In this case it was simple kisses that soon turned into deeper kisses and the lose of some clothes. You slowly leaned back on the sofa while Yoongi hovered over you, his hand gently grazed over your bare skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as he trailed soft kisses down your neck and began to grind his hips into yours. Every touch made your heart beat faster but when you heard voices on the other side of the front door, you and Yoongi scrambled for your shirts before calmly sitting back onto the sofa.

“Hello friends! What did you guys do while we were gone?”

“Watched movies.” You both say in unison.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok/ J-Hope

He hadn’t seen you all day and in Hobi-time, that’s forever. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and shower you with kisses but when he came back to the dorms early and found you in nothing but his t-shirt and his favorite pair of your panties on, his plans became dirtier. You jumped and pulled out your earbuds as a pair of arms snaked around your waist while you stood in the kitchen. Hobi quickly told you how much he missed you before he spun you around and hungrily placed a passionate kiss upon your lips. You smiled slightly, knowing where this was going when he lifted you onto the counter and moved his hand onto your thighs. Hoseok pulled away from you as soon as he heard his friends walk through the door. You jumped off the counter and looked at each other as pink flushed your cheeks.

“O-ooh, We- we’re sorry.”

“Yeah I- I’m just gunna go, p-put on some pants…” You mutter.

Originally posted by nnochu

Namjoon / Rap Monster 

Late nights with Namjoon were always fun as you both would chill out in his room and talk about stupid things or watch old movies. Tonight was just like every other night until you felt him squeeze your thigh. Knowing this was one of your weaknesses, Joonie continued teasing you until you had enough and straddled his lap. He smirked before giving you a small peck that grew into a deeper, more passionate kiss. His fingers intertwining with the roots of your hair as he guided your hips against his. Your head moved from his when you both heard the door handle jiggle. Joonie’s head fell back out of annoyance before he lifted you off of himself and went to answer the door. 

“Stay here babygirl, You’re not getting away that easily.”

Originally posted by jjilljj


He finally had you all to himself and wanted to make the most of it. Jimin layed you on his bed as he hovered over you, tracing lines on your hips and kissing you deeply. His kisses began at your lips but then he started taking them to your neck, then to your chest and down to your stomach, making sure you leave light marks everywhere. He slowly removed your bottoms before kissing your thighs as he grew dangerously close to your core. His hands holding you close as he made his way back to your lips. He fell to your side when someone opened the door abruptly, causing you to jerk up and hug your knees to your chest. Jimin quickly got up, trying to divert the guy’s eyes.

“Yah!? What do you want?”

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Taehyung / V

Tae was feeling needy and desperate. He had twenty minutes before stage so he took it upon himself to search for his girlfriend, which is why you’re currently laying on a couch in his dressing room trying to suppress your moans as he continues to tease your folds with his fingers. Watching you whimper was always one of his favorite sights but he needed more so he began to leave love bites down your torso. Tae quickly got off of you and threw a blanket onto you to cover you up when he hear the door handle rattle. Before he got to it, the door swung open revealing a few of the boys.

“We’re busy, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape


He couldn’t take it any longer. It was hot as hell in the dorms and the longer he watched your movements, the way your clothes stuck to your body, the bigger his problem became. Finally he got up before standing behind you and whispering “meet me in my room, now.” As soon as you walked threw the door, Jungkook pressed you against it, closing it in the process as his lips attacked yours. His hands quickly found the bottom off your shirt before he removed the fabric from your body. His hips pinning you against the door, making sure you can feel him. Suddenly the door opened, hitting you before closing again.

“Oh, whoops! Hey, you guys okay? I heard the door slam?”

“Y- yeah! We’re fine. Don’t worry about it Jin-hyung.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

This slowly turned into just smut


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So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.

WARNING: Mature content

You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between your legs.

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The Pleasure Collection | 2. If You Insist

Genre: Smut/Angst

Word Count: 14.5k

Summary: After being targeted by the criminal that has been kidnapping young women across the city, you meet a certain police officer who makes it his sole mission to protect you.

A/N: The goal of this collection was to write pure smut… clearly I got carried away with the story for this one. Thank you so much to @mirai-miri and @jngukie for your support and willingness to talk through ideas with me <3 

Originally posted by pinkpopcorn99

Heart pounding, arms pumping, muscles aching. A sweaty sheen covers your skin. Adrenaline pushes you and you refuse to stop running until you feel safe. You have a feeling it may be a while but you continue to run as your jagged breath makes your throat raw. Frantically, you search for somewhere to go.

It’s your first week in this new city. You just started taking courses for your Masters degree. You had been looking forward to a fresh start for your life and a new beginning to your career. But this is not what you expected.

You should have been more careful.

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// character: peter parker/spider-man

// pairing: peter x reader

// summary: “I knew you’d catch me. You always catch me.”


You didn’t expect there to be this many guards.

The amount of black-clad, heavily-armed, and well-trained soldiers chasing after you could probably fill a stadium, you think as your feet pound against the sleek floors of the hallways, searching for a way out.

The bio-weapon is tucked neatly in the bag slung around your shoulder. It’s a simple retrieval mission, get in, acquire the weapon, get out. But you start to think maybe you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew. As a bullet whizzes directly towards where your head was seconds before, you grit your teeth and run harder.

They’re everywhere, and closing fast. Yet another hallway leads to a dead end, and you curse, ducking into a nearby door and shutting it softly behind you. “Where the hell are you?” you hiss into your comm link.

“The cops just picked up the ringleader,” comes Peter’s swift reply. “He’ll be behind bars soon. I’m coming.”

You bite your lip. “Hurry. I can’t get out; they’ve got all the exits blocked.”

“Air vents?”

“Sealed, all of them. Peter,” you breathe, and for just a moment, the fear creeps into your voice, “there’s too many of them. I can’t take them all.”

There’s a slow exhale on the other end, and you can picture the tiny downturn of his lips, the way he fidgets with his hands when he’s nervous. “Listen to me, just sit tight, okay? The police are on there way, and I’ll be there in a bit.”

You pause for a moment, listening to the thundering of footsteps. "I don’t think waiting is an option.” Silence replies, and you take a deep breath. “Meet me on the northeast side of the building, okay? Three minutes. Be ready.”

“What? What are you–”

“Three minutes, Peter. Just trust me.”

You hear him sigh,  and there’s a long hesitation. “Okay.”

Your fingers are shaking ever so slightly as they set a timer on your watch. You open the door, just a crack, barely enough to see out of. The hall looks empty. Holding your breath, you push it further and slip out, barely making a sound.

You slip into a rhythmic jog, keeping your footfalls muffled while sticking close to the walls. When you stop, across from you is a floor-to-ceiling window, orange light from the sinking sun streaming in and making the room glow. There’s two halls spreading out from here, but both of them lead to locked doors. You take a deep breath and glance through the glass. You’re standing on the fifth floor, the concrete sidewalk looking merciless beneath you. The elevator’s shut down, the stairs blocked. There’s no other way out.

Maybe this isn’t one of your best ideas. Just a second off in timing could leave you splattered on the pavement or overwhelmed by guards. But there’s not much of a choice right now. Two minutes, fourteen seconds. Your heart thumps uncomfortably as you watch seconds tick down, waiting. You’re nervous, but Peter always has your back, you remind yourself. Even before he got his powers, he was your hero. He’ll catch me. He always does.

You hear the attacker before he pulls the trigger, ducking out of the way as his bullet hits the glass behind you. As a web of cracks blooms from the hole, you throw yourself at the man, easily swiping his gun and knocking him to the floor. Fortunately, he doesn’t get back up, but a fresh wave of soldiers streams into the room. Peter’s still a full minute out.

For a few more seconds, you can stand your ground. You hold them off fairly well, except they just keep coming, like some multiplying hydra; every time you take out one soldier, four take its place. You’re backed further and further against the glass. Swallowing hard, you eye the street below you nervously. Your timer’s still ticking down from twelve, but right about now, you don’t have many options.

“Peter?” you say, and, without waiting for a reply, “I love you.”

Glass explodes from the window as you throw yourself through it. You’re falling, spiraling towards the ground, a helpless victim of gravity. You can’t even hear the scream rip from your throat, don’t even feel the glass slicing your skin. Adrenaline rushes through you. The air is all-consuming as you cut through it, the concrete getting closer and closer.

You’re vaguely aware of onlookers staring from the ground at the body falling from the sky. Your body, soon to be nothing more than a splatter on the pavement. He’ll come, you tell yourself, screwing your eyes shut and letting your heart race at the speed of sound as fear washes over you. He’ll catch me.

He’ll always catch me.

And then he’s there. Suddenly, you’re pressed against his chest, with his heartbeat in your ears alongside your own, and he’s the only real thing in the world. You’re in his arms, you’re in Peter’s arms, and here, you’re safe. You let yourself breathe again.

He’s yelling something, but it’s lost to the roar of the wind and the rush of blood in your head. You’re low enough to brush the tops of cars if you point your toes, and it hits you how close you came. But you’re alive. You’re with him.

Peter touches down neatly on the sidewalk, clinging to you for a long moment before yanking you into an alley, away from clicking cell phones and prying eyes. He pulls off his mask, revealing pale cheeks and wide, terrified eyes beneath them.  "What were you thinking?“ he yells, his hands clutching yours tightly enough to make his knuckles go white, even now. "Jumping out a freaking window? I thought…God, Y/N, I thought I was gonna lose you.” He pulls you close again, your body curving into his as he presses his head against your shoulder. “If I had been even a second later–”

“You weren’t,” you say softly.

“But I could’ve been.”

“Peter,” you pull back, tilting his chin upwards with your hand and wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m okay. You saved me. I knew you’d catch me.”  You look at him, his deep brown eyes finally locking on yours. “You always catch me.”

He lets out a little breath of laughter, running his hand through your hair, and it brings a smile to your face. “I swear, if you scare me like that again…” he warns.

You smirk. “You’ll what? Ground me?” Grinning, you slip the bag over your head and dangle it in front of him. “I got the weapon, Webhead.”

A smile eases its way onto his face as he swipes it out of your hands. “After we return this to the police, you’re buying me a coffee as an apology” he announces, slipping on his mask. “And a biscotti. I think I deserve it.”

“Pig,” you say with a snort, playfully bumping your shoulder into his.

Peter laughs and grabs your waist, letting you hook your arms around his neck. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispers softly, letting out a small breath as he launches a web at the rooftop and swings into the sky. “And I love you, too.”
Not Just Fear (Pennywise x Reader)

So, someone on here that wishes to remain anonymous, submitted this to me. It was too good and too well written not to share. Again, I did not write this, but I wish I did. Sample: You watch him crawl forward, aware of drool gathering at the edge of his lower lip. You’re already pressed as far back as you can go - the wall is cool against your hot skin; inflamed with adrenaline after this stranger appeared in your room.

I can’t count the amount of times I’ve visited you through search bars and clicked on profiles just to see if you’ve posted anything new;
[[- I want to see all the sides of you -]]
It’s true, I lurk, but I do it because you’ve burrowed under my skin - intravenous adrenaline; I click refresh because you’re so god damn refreshing;
[[- I can’t see you in real life and it’s depressing the hell outta me -]]
You see, I liked it when we were touching, that rush of being close to someone, someone warm - like fire to my ice;
[[- I could see you being my new vice -]]
Just another embrace would suffice, I crave to know you - I want to see things from your point of view - your perspective intrigues my ravenous mind;
[[- maybe if I could just press rewind? -]]
I can skip back to when your head was resting on my chest and my arm was draped around you, my eyes taking you in like leisurely pseudoephedrine, pupils dilating wide into the nights full moon;
[[- but maybe it’s all too soon? -]]
I need to be soft and gentle with you. The last thing I’d want to do is scare you with my eager heart and wild anxieties, I know I can be frightening but you struck me just like lightening;
[[- causing my dark to turn enlightening -]]
And now you’re so far and I don’t want to fade away into the back of your mind - I know I’m not great at making big impressions but I’m hoping you visit me through search bars sometimes, I hope I’m on your mind from time to time;
[[- you’ve taken up some space in mine -]]
—  I been thinking…(about you) // © @rarasworldbro
Pennywise x reader (master-list)

Warning: Some of these may contain Rape/non-con elements, NSFW, violence and gore!!

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City Hall

Writer: Commala


Words: 19256

Chapters: 6/6

-You’ve just graduated college and moved back into your old home in Derry, Maine, where you had lived briefly as a child. But something’s not right - you’re not the only thing back. Eventually, you join forces with the Losers Club and struggle to survive the nightmare Pennywise the Dancing Clown puts you through.

Not just fear

Writer: RigorMorton


Words: 4739

Chapters: 3/?

-You watch him crawl forward, aware of drool gathering at the edge of his lower lip. You’re already pressed as far back as you can go - the wall is cool against your hot skin; inflamed with adrenaline after this stranger appeared in your room. You refuse to appear as terrified as you feel, but even with unwavering eye contact and a chin held high with indignation, you feel the familiar flutter of terror at incoming close contact.


Writer: Beastlybfs


Words: 2413

Chapters: 1/1

-A one-shot smut/fluff requested by alorev on tumblr! Pennywise is in heat, and exceptionally protective of the reader. Hope you like drool, y'all.

Unfinished business

Writer: RigorMorton


Words: 3327

Chapters: 1/1

-Ten years ago, you and a group of childhood friends escaped the clutches of a child eating demon that rises every ten years to feast for one year. Lying in bed one night, you receive a phone call from one of your old friends. The clown is back. However, before you can hop on the first train back to Derry, your old foe pays you an unexpected visit. He’s come to settle the score and you find yourself willing to do anything to survive. Anything….

Time To Float

Writer: RigorMorton


Words: 3606

Chapters: 1/1

-Sequel to Unfinished Business: It’s been a few days since your physical encounter with Pennywise. Just when you think things might be ok, he comes back with the intention of finishing you off, but that’s not exactly how it plays out….

 A deal is a deal

Writer: RigorMorton


Words: 1944

Chapters: ½

-THIRD INSTALLMENT OF UNFINISHED BUSINESS: Ten years after you’d made a deal with Pennywise in order to save your life, the clown comes back to collect. The deal was that he could have you every time he awakens (every ten years) for the rest of your life, no matter what you’re circumstances are. nfortunately he returns at a very inconvenient time… you’re married and eight months pregnant.

The Fade

Writer: GorillazObsessor


Words: 7374

Chapters: 5/?

-He’s spent eons alone, completely content in his lonely existence. But then you come along, and show him that he isn’t the only one of his kind left, after all.

The awful edges

Writer: starsaregoingout


Words: 3075

Chapters: 1/?

-Your legs are too heavy, pinned down to the bed. You try to kick them free of the sheets, but something long and thin curves over your shins and keeps you still. You freeze. Your mind kickstarts into overdrive, all traces of sluggishness and sleep obliterated in a rush of cold understanding and naked fear. Someone is in your room.

The game of truth and dare gone wrong

Writer: EyeballBun


Words: 5051

Chapters: 1/?

-Reader gets locked up in the house on Neibolt street at night as part of a game of Truth or Dare. Backing out of it is not an option anymore and Pennywise has a new playtoy for the rest of the night…or longer?

One Way Ticket

Writer: Sexytoaster


Words: 13586

Chapters: 12/?

-Derry, Maine has kept it’s dark and sinister secret hidden for far too long. With the Missing Peoples six times higher than the national average, it’s time the FBI got involved. They send their top criminal profiler, you, to look into these multiple Missing Peoples reports. You went searching for answers and you got something more than you bargained for. You went to hunt a predator but you’ve become the hunted. No amount of FBI training could have prepared you for this Hell you are about to experience.

Dying Light

Writer: GhostOakes


Words: 8448

Chapters: 3/?

-After moving to Derry to focus on your work, you find yourself trapped in a tango with an ancient entity. 

Something more than fear

Writer: itsaaudra


Words: 6710

Chapters: 3/3

-If you think a walk home from work in Derry can be scary, just wait until you get home..

A Penny For Your Thoughts

Writer: tygrrlilley317


Words: 4277+

Chapters: 1/1

-Begging for your life is pointless when you’re in the clutches of a blood-thirsty predator, especially one that feeds on fear. But will that fear be the very thing that saves you?

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In which Y/N works as an esteemed SWAT officer in New York City, seeking to avenge the murder of their lover.  Diana Prince has taken a day job as a Clandestine Officer (in other words, she works for the CIA) to hide her identity as Wonder Woman after a nasty mess up with the press. When the two are forced to work together to prevent an impending attack from a terrorist group, and to hopefully cease the group altogether, they learn quickly that they don’t get along.  At all. 

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, blood

He had been there that day. That day of terror, the day that man defied human nature and turned a haven into a bloodbath, his face had been engrained in your mind, never to leave.

You remembered the call, the slap of firearms against blistered palms, the fwip of vests being pulled on. The pounding of boots on the bed of an armored BearCat still rang in your ears; the growling of a turbo diesel engine working against time was one you’d never forget.

Cameron was there, stuck in the middle of it all. You weren’t quick enough, but he was, and you watched as he shot her before hopping into an SUV.

As you fell to your girlfriends side and madly applied pressure to her wound, a bullet cut past your head, just missing you. You looked up to see Alan Clancy staring at you through the window of the escaping SUV, eyes bulging, grin wide.

You vowed to find him and make him feel sorry for everything he’d ever done.

The ambulance that retrieved Cameron was fast, but the bullet worked faster, and every last inch of hope you had was stripped from you when the doctor told you the news. You hadn’t stepped into a hospital since that day.

Now, the opportunity to kill the man that had taken Cameron’s life was standing in front of you.

“I recognize you,” he said, slowly stepping back. “How’s she doing? The one I shot?”

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I’m not one for flowers

“How miraculous, flight is just a fall that never finds the ground” - Neil Hilborn

I’ve never been afraid of flying.

Flying is the high before hitting the ground

Like jumping off the swing

or a cartwheel

or the way bubbles float,

like throwing hot water in the winter and watching it freeze, confetti.

Flying is the anticipation, the adrenaline,

before skinned knees

before the bubble pops.

I’ve never been afraid of flying.

I’ve never been afraid of airports

or layovers

or recycled air, like we’re all slowly choking on our own laughter and whispers 

and these bodies we call home.

I’ve been afraid of walking down the stairs,

of looking for you in the small crowd of people waiting,

looking for a face, frame by frame.

I’ve never been afraid of flying.

But I’ve been afraid that I would never find you.


Imagine Owen asking you out.

“I know this isn’t the best time to be asking this given that we’re in mortal danger, but do you wanna go to dinner sometime?” Owen was sure to keep his voice hushed as the two of you hid behind the aged jeep. “I mean, I might not have a chance to ask later so I figured I’d get it out of the way.”

You gaped at the raptor handler. “Are you literally asking me out while we are hiding from a crazy death-dinosaur?” you hissed, eyes wide.

He shrugged, his chest still heaving and sweat glistening on his tanned skin. “Adrenaline does funny things. Gave me the courage to ask you out, didn’t it? Gotta make this whole ordeal worth something, right?”

You pushed your hair back from your face, your heart pounding against your ribs. “You’re weird, Grady.”

He chuckled breathily. “Is that a yes or a no?”

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anonymous asked:

can you do a blurb where you have begun dating Niall you volunteered to babysit freddie and everything is fine with you and freddie at first but its all gone crazy after a while and your freaking out cause you don't want louis or even niall to think you screwed up?? All these baby blurbs i NEED one where you are babysitting freddie for the first time pleaseeeee???? I love your writing!!!

Could you do a blurb about you and Niall being really close friends and he is babysitting either Freddie or Liam’s baby and asks you to keep him company and watch the kids with him and then he sees you interacting with the kids and realizes he is in love with you?

A/N: This isn’t edited - at all.  I got these two requests and sort of combined them.  Ended up being kind of a friends to lovers.  But all fluff.  Fluffiest fluff.  Enjoy!!!

Babysitter’s Club

The wailing starts back up the minute you sit down on the couch.  Freddie’s baby monitor lights up, and you pull yourself up to check the small, black and white screen.  Louis had warned you that he was teething, and you’d assured him you could handle it.  Niall seemed a little more reluctant to believe the brave face you were putting on, but that still didn’t stop him from hopping in the front seat of Louis’ Range Rover to head out to some charity luncheon.  If you and Niall hadn’t been such close friends for so long, you probably would’ve been better at pretending to know what to do with a baby.  If you hadn’t been in love with Niall for so long, you probably wouldn’t have agreed to help him out by babysitting for his mate’s one year old either.  But, alas, here you are.  And you are in way over your head.

You collect some of the supplies Louis had set out for you and trundle back up the stairs to the nursery.  According to the schedule Louis has typed out for when Freddie is at his house, he should be taking at least a 2 hour nap right now.  You don’t know a lot about babies, but you do know that if they’re sleep schedule gets screwed up, their whole night is going to be a disaster.  You tiptoe into the nursery and find Freddie with his fat little hands gripping onto the side of the crib.  His cheeks are wet from the crocodile tears spilling from his bright blue eyes.  You’ve measured out the exact amount of infant tylenol into a dropper, and have a warm sippy cup of milk on stand by.  You scoop him out of his crib and settle into the plush glider in the corner of the serene room.  Freddie squirms a bit, still a little unsure of you, but happy to be in someone’s arms nonetheless.  “I know, I know.  Babies can smell fear.  Your Uncle Niall told me.”  Freddie blinks up at you and kicks his chubby legs out.  You dribble the tylenol into his mouth, thanking God and whoever else is listening that he takes it without a fuss.  Curling your legs underneath your bum, you pull a small blanket from the basket next to the chair and get settled in with Freddie snuggled in your arms.  He’s happily sucking on the sippy cup and your stress level is rapidly going down with the soft suckles and coos coming from this precious baby.  

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Dreams (Calum smut) DAY 1

Request/Summary: can I have a smut request please! Can it be with Calum where your his best friend and you’re on tour with him. During the night you get this wet dream that really turns you on and you can’t control yourself so you go to Calum’s room and wake him up to basically redo your dream! Thanks!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: This is smut! (eating out and fuckkking)

A/N: It’s the first day of Smutty September and I literally can’t believe it. I hope you enjoy all of the smuts but especially this one ;) 

Originally posted by angelofficals

“Mmm, baby, just like that,” You moan out, slipping your fingers into his curly locks. Calum’s tongue continues to swirl through your core, sending arcs of pleasure jerking through your body.

“You like that, Y/N?” You can feel him smirk when you squeal out, the vibrations caused from his words sending you into a hot frenzy.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think their first kiss was like?

It was nerve wracking, awkward, and their hands were trembling like crazy. Phil could’ve easily blamed it on the coffee jitters or by their third cup, or the alcohol from the sky bar, but he knew it wasn’t either. Their spot was never growing old as the time past, conversations didn’t die out, but the restaurant certainly was. 

“Would you like to see the eye?” Phil suggested, his tummy growing with tingles as they bumped shoulders as they walked. An internal scream was begging to have his hand reach for Dan’s but they stayed in his coat pocket. His lungs nearly in his throat as they made their way to the toll booth for one ride. Phil could feel Dan nervously shaking, waiting for their turn to enter their gondola. His head swimming with fuzzy numbness.

They sat close, alone, no words to exchange besides, “It’s getting cold isn’t it?” making them slide even closer together. The drum of their heart beats echoed in their minds, making conversation difficult this time. Dan looked at Phil through the darkness of the carriage. Momentum of the wheel and the vast scenic atmosphere of Manchester took a hold of him. Their hearts still beating in sync and their hands and breath shaky. It was Dan’s first kiss with a boy, he absolutely wanted to kiss a boy, and this boy in particular. Phil weakly smiled at him, and then he went for it. Without thinking, hoping that he wasn’t going to draw back. But he didn’t. 

It was sudden but sweet. The anxious feeling made Phil feel numb as Dan drew away quickly, having red drawn across his cheeks and tears in his eyes because of the nerves. He started to tremble as Phil took his hand, forcing the back of his spine to lean forward and kiss the boy’s lips yet again. Sparks flew as their eyes closed. Inevitable tears from the ducts of Dan made trails down his cheeks. Taking the moment to a still preserved memory that they knew will last a life time. Dan, still shaking, wrapped his arms around Phil. Keeping their lips and in contact. Phil’s stomach doing that flippy over thing, a sudden smile breaks their kiss. Giggles erupt as Phil wipes away another tear from Dan’s cheek. Before their time was completely ended on the Wheel, butterflies were born in their chests as they kissed again. Their skin ablaze from adrenaline and happiness. They stepped out of the gondola red faced, teary eyed, and hand in hand.  

anonymous asked:

Bbrae Cuddles please xx

Starfire floated into the kitchen, stifling a yawn. She’d awaken at the grumblings of her ravenous stomachs, and had decided to rifle through the pantry in search of a snack. Starfire jabbed her hand into the mountains of boxed goods, fishing out whatever her fingers latched onto. She blinked at a box of Cheeze-itz that she clutched in her hands, trying to decide if the cheesy goodness would satisfy her belly. 

Mmmh, Cheeze-itz. 

Starfire, clutched the box to her chest and closed the pantry, already thinking about whether or not she should dip the cheesy crackers in mustard. Yes, mustard would be most delicious. She pried open the fridge and snatched her prize, her mouth watering at the mere thought of her delicious snack. 

Suddenly, a loud snore echoed through the ops, making Starfire skyrocket ten feet into the air with a small shriek of terror. Her Cheez-itz and mustard dropped to the floor, and she hovered in the air, her skin crawling with adrenaline as she whirled around. Starfire opened her mouth to speak, when her gaze latched onto the couch down below. All words froze in her throat, and she stared down in shock. 

There, cuddled up on the couch, were Beast Boy and Raven, both of whom were fast asleep. Starfire drifted back to the floor, a grin creeping across her face. She tiptoed closer, peering down at her slumbering friends. They both seemed rather content; Raven was all snuggled up against Beast Boy’s chest, her expression exuding contentment. Beast Boy had his arms draped protectively around her, and he snored softly. 

Starfire suppressed a giggle. She tiptoed back into the kitchen to collect her snacks and retreated to her room, buzzing with happiness. 

I feel like I’ve written a lot of cuddle fics. So I decided to change it up just a tad. Hopefully it’s still cute and fluffy! :D

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‘And She Was’ (Simon x OC x Negan, part 6)

Title: “And She Was”

Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced past rape, anxiety attack, PTSD flashback, angst

Art Credit: Art is mine, y’all!

NOTES: Savannah discovers that Simon’s been hiding something from her. (I’m really proud of this one, and it was super cathartic even though this chapter is heavy.)

Taglist: @simons-thirst-squad @backseat-negan @collette04 @sppplendiferousfinch @kuenie @neganisking @isayweallgetdrunk (if you’d like to be added, just let me know!)

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As I watch them, enraptured and repulsed, I hear his footfalls before I see him. A hearty chuckle echoes throughout the room, and I feel my skin prickle as he enters from a door beside the furnace.  Behind him trails Doctor Carson, and the blonde man I glimpsed earlier. Except, in the warm glow of the fire, I can now see past his straw-yellow hair. Dragging down the corner of his eye and twisting his flesh into a pinkish snarl is scar tissue.

“What’s wrong with his face?” I hiss, leaning up on my toes to get a better view and also reach Simon’s ear. He tilts his head towards me to hear.

“Uh…” His expression is taught and unsure, eyes darting between Negan and the Doctor and – what was his name – Dwight? “It was punishment.” He says resignedly, jaw twitching, as if he didn’t want to say so. I keep my gaze trained on Simon, and grip his wrist. Hard.

“What kind of place is this? Tell me. Now.”

His gaze burns into mine and he inhales through his nose.


“No, you tell me-”

“Savannah, please be quiet.” He hisses, desperation mounting. I bite my tongue and return to watching the figures by the furnace.

Negan stops and stands before the crowd, which slowly sinks onto its knees. My breathing is hard and ragged, fists clenched at my side, hands still curled around Simon’s wrist. As the people around us stoop onto their knees, I see Negan’s black eyes flicker to where I grip his right hand man. “Welcome.” He booms, cold gaze gripping me like a vice. I stand a little closer to Simon. “Rise.” He lifts a gloved hand and the workers scuffle back onto their feet. I continue to glower his way. “Now, I was hoping that I’d be able to deliver some good fucking news today – but, sadly, that isn’t the case… No.” Rakes his leather-gloved fingers through his silver beard and sighs deeply. I can’t tell if he’s watching me or Simon through the reflection of the yawning fire captured in his eyes. “As you all are aware, I’ve lost something very dear to me. A super hot girl – and why? Because she ran away.” He dips his hand into the pocket of his pants and withdraws a folded-up note and holds it several inches from Doctor Carson’s face. “How did she do that, you might be wondering? You see, I was thinking the exact same thing only the other night when Dwight came to visit me.” Negan is almost toe to toe with the Doctor, who trembles like a lamb before him. “Usually I wouldn’t open my door to Dwighty-boy after hours – not when I could be screwing one of my wives, hell, maybe even two of ‘em – but he gave me a compelling piece of evidence. You see, someone opened the door and let my fucking puppy out.”

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After long missions, long days and long nights, Clint - hard to wake at the best of times - could easily be mistaken for the living dead. He shambled into whichever of the common areas was closest, kept walking until he found something to lean on, and then whined pathetically until someone brought him coffee, or his eyes finally opened, whichever of those came first.

After long missions, long days and long nights, Bucky found himself getting up strategically early.

The first step was acknowledging you had a problem, right?

Bucky tracked Clint through the whisper of sweatpants dragging along the floor, shuffling closer and closer until Clint bumped gently against his back, like a boat nudging up against a dock. He hummed happily, nose at the perfect height to rub gently against the nape of Bucky’s neck, and then pressed a little closer, slumping down so his forehead resting against the back of Bucky’s shoulder.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Bucky murmured, without enough of the usually careful quirk in his voice that’d turn it sarcastic.

Clint turned his head to the side enough to mumble something that could be about mornings, something that involved lips in any case, moving enough that they brushed against Bucky’s skin. The tiny adrenaline rush from it pulled his mouth up at the corners.

It wasn’t much, wasn’t what he wanted, but it’d do for a first step.

CHASING SUNS: Chapter 15 Lead by Example

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I’m gonna have to quit it with the word vomit chapters if I have any hope of finishing this soon lol.

WARNING: Graphic violence

Tagging the ever wonderful @themissimmortal, @nifwrites and @blindbae

The following night after her shift, Cam pulled into Lestallum to pick up Iris for her first hunt. 

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