Suga Daddy: Part 9

Suga Daddy: Part 9 (m)

Word count: 8.2k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dom!Yoongi, dirty talk, role-play (I’m sorry Yugyeom)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: It’s finally time for your showcase but Yoongi is nowhere to be found.

I know some of you have been reading this since the beginning and that’s crazy to me. Thank you so much for the constant support. I love you guys and Yoongi so yeah, onto the next chapter :) 

 Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

This week had been nonstop practice for you. You spent so much time at school or in your dance studio. The dance showcase was getting closer and closer but you were damn well ready. Plus like you had said, Yoongi was now at your place, at night like nothing had happened. He would come to your home, spend wonderful passionate nights with you, play with the dog and be gone before you woke up the next morning.

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anonymous asked:

why do you sometimes post slutty/slightly nsfw stuff on your blog? It’s your blog of course but I’m curious why you reblog such stuff?

Can I live

the announcement of a party meant that marlene didn’t focus all day on thursday. by friday, she was doodling in her margins far more than actually paying attention to her lessons. intent on causing a reaction, she’d found something to wear that could only be classed as ‘slutty’. adjusted slightly with a quick spell, marlene briefly considered whether her clothing choice would mean she might freeze. she discarded the idea quickly - alcohol would keep her warm.

by the time her group had arrived down at the party, marlene had drunk most of what was in her hip flask. she finished it and abandoned it in the trees then accepted the padlock around her neck. she wasted no time in getting a drink and approached the first person she saw. “are you a key or a lock? this is just asking for dirty jokes really, isn’t it?”

How did she get to this party? Oh right, Mason practically dragged her there. Apparently, crying and grieving all alone in her home wasn’t allowed on Halloween. Bite me, she thought. But he hadn’t taken no for an answer. With no costumes of her own, or any idea what to dress up as, Mason had “helped” her out and grabbed something from Astrid’s closet for her. Looking down at her clothes now, she couldn’t help but shake her head. Was she really standing in a room full of strangers dressed as some “slightly slutty” fallen angel? Was this Mason’s taste? She haaaated it. 

Food. That was one way to survive this dreadful night. Aila made her way over to where the food was so at the very least she could attempt to eat away her pain. “Hey, hey personal space bubble.” She said to the person who was reaching over for a snack on the table in front of her. God, she despised social interaction. Damn you, Mason. 

Peter Pan-Running Away

I started this a while ago and forgot I had it, so I finished it and posted it. Please if you like It, or have any advice I would love to hear it! I take requests!!! for just about anything…also if you want a part two just ask, I may do one regardless…anywhoooo……



Warnings-None…breaking ankle?

(Y/N)-Your Name

You lazily wake up last night was a blur. Something about going to a party…drinking….and cute guys… You sit up suddenly and realize you have no clue where you are. You glance around and no one was to be seen. Also you were in a bed…a quite soft one. You rose slowly and got out walking over to a tall mirror in the corner. 

You examined yourself and notice the changes. The slightly slutty out fit that your best friend made you wear was gone, and in its place was a long white night gown. Makeup was gone and you looked years younger with out it. Although with having your face and hair in its natural state you felt slightly self conscious.

You wonder out into the wooded area, it seemed empty. And quiet..too quiet..

“Love.” A boy, wearing all green type colors walks into view. He was tall, seemed to have a muscular build. His face looked cold a frightening. Although it seemed more like a mask. “How was your sleep?” He asks coming closer.

“Where am I?” You grit out harshly.

“Little one, be careful of your tone.” He smirks and raises a brow.

“I just want to go home.” You add quietly.

“Just wait.” He replies. “I chose you for a reason. I want you to just wait and see.”

“See What?” You shriek “We are in the middle of freaking no where. Let me go.”

“No.” He says harshly and his face turning into an evil smirk.

“You can’t stop me.” You try to sound like you are strong and tough but you hear the quiver in your voice.

“Okay leave.” He says amused, and walks away chuckling into the woods.

You start to walk in the opposite direction he did and never stopped. 

Once you felt like you had made it a good distance you sat down on a large rock to take a breather and rest your legs.Your bare feet hurt. You were cold and tired, but sleeping in the woods is not an option. Especially with this psycho on the loose.

About an hour later you were back on your feet walking. The only light came from the bright moon and stars.

Long shadows crawl out from the dark. The trees shudder in the breeze.

“AAHH” You scream out in pain as you stumble. Your foot had gotten caught in a small hole and you knew that it couldn’t look good. 

Of course it seemed that the night would never end, you decide your foot would be better off if you go back and try to find him. Some how you knew that he would help you. Even though he seemed to have some psychotic qualities. 

“Hello?” You call out. “I am sorry!” You add hoping he might respond. It seemed that there was no hope, and you were lost. You couldn’t remember what direction you had come from, nor could you remember the clearing that you woke up in. The wind started to pick up and it seemed to become stormy in the sky.

Feeling hopeless tears started to form in your eyes. You were lost, probably a broken ankle, and going to get stuck in a storm. “Please…” You started to cry out loud. Loud sobs escaped your throat, tears started to flow down your cheeks. 

Lightning lit up the sky, and thundered boomed. You screamed out of fear, this had to be the worst night you had ever been alive to witness. Tears of frustration still flowed down your cheeks.

Then it started to rain. Could this night get any worse, you thought as you started to walk through to find shelter.

“Love?” You heard a call. Then out walked the boy. He ran over and pulled a blanket around you.

“I hurt my foot.” You say trying to hold back tears.

“May I?” He asks, as he gestures to pick you up. You nod and he lifts you up with ease. 

In about a short walk, you made it to the clearing. He took you into the safety of his tent. He set you on his bed and then pulled out a long green shirt, which you assumed was his.

“What is your name?” You ask. 

“Pan, Peter Pan.” You smiled and nodded.

“Peter, thank you. I am, uh sorry.”

“Sorry for what love?” He hands you his shirt, you take it, and he sits down across from you.

“I, I should not have been so rude earlier. I was scared.” 

“Are you still scared?” Peter’s eyebrows were knitted in concern.

“No, I feel safe.” 

“I will go get you something to eat.” He walks through a doorway into another tented area, giving you time to change. You pull off the wet dress and pull on his shirt. Which smelled like him, musky, nature, and cinnamon

You then tossed your wet dress over a metal rack. “Peter?” You call out. “I think I broke my ankle.” You study your ankle and the bruising was purple and swollen.

“I can help.” He walks in and sets a tray of food down on the bed. “Watch closely.” He raises his hands above the injury, he never touches you but slowly waves his hands over it. Then, the pain was gone and the swelling went down. The color turned back to your normal skin tone and he looked up and smiled. 

“The hell?” 

“I am Peter, Peter Pan.” He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

“Wait…You are actually….but…You don’t have red hair?” You giggled.

“What?” He asks bewildered.

“Uh, never mind. So why did you, the shadow, bring me to NeverLand?” 

“You are special, (Y/N).”


“In every way possible.”

You smile and blush. “Peter? Where am I going to sleep?”

“In my bed, I will sleep on the floor.”

“Okay…Can I go to sleep now?” 

“Yes, let me take the food back.” He gets up and walks away with tray in hand.

About thirty minutes later you were laying under the covers listening to him breath. 

“Peter? I am scared.” Since he didn’t respond you assumed he was asleep.

Then he sits up and turns to you and raises his eyebrow. 

“Sorry, I am just scared. Of the dark.” You force a smile on your face and he gets up.

“Come here”, He held open his arms as he climbed under the covers with you. 

You crawl into his grasp, your back close to his bare chest. “Thank you.” You whisper out as he starts to play with your hair. Your eye lids became heavy and you listened to his soft breathing and his heart beat. 


I don’t own that GIF btw…I just found it…

so i just realized that i’ll never be able to escape from victuuri hell because well… these two…

are basically the same as these two…

the darker, insecure, negative-thinker who obsesses over and then accidentally catches the eye of the brighter, overly confident, positive-thinker who sparkles like crazy and is always the center of attention…

the only real difference is the age difference is swapped, but.  (well……….. and yuri is probably slightly less slutty than kisa… *coughs* then again maybe not! or maybe not for long!! … well no, yuri is def not more sexually experienced than victor - i’d assume - so THAT is different but)

also, the fact that kisa/yuri pretty much assures that yukina/victor will end up falling for him because he keeps pulling away when advances are made…  kisa/yuri finds yukina/victor so sparkly/amazing that it’s hard to be close to them…  yukina/victor is oblivious to anything but what they want… yup.



Perhaps you’ve heard the legend: a supernatural confection born from the ingenious combination of crunchy, creamy Oreo cookies, sweet and sultry chocolate chip cookies, and captivating, deep, dark, luscious fudge brownie. It’s almost too great to fathom. Something so sinful, so divine, it truly is the greatest testament to humankind’s arrogance. It is the boon of pregnant women, teenage potheads, and master chefs alike: it is, the slutty brownie.

If you’re anything like me, even the description of a slutty brownie is enough to make your teeth hurt and your heart race. But what if I told you that you could indulge in this marvelous treat without breaking the calorie bank? What if I told you that this slutty brownie could feed not only your heart and soul, but your muscles, too? What if I told you that eating this will save your marriage, erase your debt, and help you attain nirvana? Well that last part is only partially true, but I’m not bluffing. Besides, who needs money or a relationship when you’ve got chocolate? At any rate, these aren’t your average slutty brownies; these are advanced slutty brownies. Self-aware slutty brownies. Too-good-to-be-true slutty brownies. These brownies are high in protein and low in calories. They are “Slightly Less Slutty” brownies, and they’re about to blow your mind. Go lift something heavy, eat these, admire yourself in the mirror, rinse and repeat until you think you’re a god. 

“Slightly Less Slutty” Brownies

For the cookie base:

  • 1 16oz. can chickpeas or garbanzo beans, rinsed and drained
  • 6 tbsp vanilla whey protein powder
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 tbsp creamy peanut butter or coconut butter
  • ¾ cup granulated sucralose, erythritol, or stevia
  • ¼ cup rolled oats
  • ½ tbsp blackstrap molasses
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • 1 oz sugar-free dark chocolate chips
  • (See footnote for recipe modifications)* 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Add all ingredients (minus the chocolate chips) to a large food processor and blend until there are no lumps. Stir in your chocolate chips then pour the batter into an 8x8 square baking dish that has been greased thoroughly with oil or cooking spray.

For the Oreo layer:

  • 6-8 sugar-free Oreos (or generic chocolate sandwich cookie)

Place the Oreos on top of the cookie layer. It’s okay if they sink a little.

For the brownie layer:

  • 1 16oz. can blackbeans, rinsed and drained
  • 7 tbsp vanilla or chocolate whey protein powder
  • 2 tbsp creamy peanut butter or coconut butter
  • 2 large eggs
  • 3 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 cup granulated sucralose, erythritol, or stevia
  • 1 tbsp brewed espresso or 1 tsp dry instant coffee
  • 1 tbsp vanilla extract
  • ½ tsp baking powder
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • ¼ cup sugar-free dark chocolate chips
  • (See footnote for recipe modifications)*

Add all ingredients (minus the chocolate chips) to a large food processor and blend until there are no lumps. Stir in the chocolate chips, then pour over the Oreo and cookie layers in the baking dish. Bake at first for 20 minutes, then check for doneness with a toothpick. If the batter is still wet, bake for an additional 5-10 minutes, but check every few minutes to make sure that your brownies are not overdone. It’s okay if they’re a little bit gooey, as they will set up more as they cool. For this recipe, err on the side of caution. Whey protein has a tendency to dry out when baked, so you’re better off underbaking the brownies than overbaking them. Remove the brownies from the oven when they’ve reached your desired degree of doneness, and allow them to cool for a minimum of 25 minutes. Cut as many squares as you’d like, though my macros are calculated for a batch of thirteen because I don’t math well and can’t cut straight lines. For all intents and purposes, assume your batch makes 12 large squares, or 14 medium squares.

Macros per serving (out of 13): 225 calories, 18g active carbohydrates, 18g protein, 10g fat, 4g sugar.

* These brownies are slightly drier than those produced from a standard recipe due to the nature of the ingredients that compose them. To counteract this, enjoy your brownies with a schmear of jam or jelly, a dollop of greek yogurt, a scoop of whipped cream, or a drizzle of gooey peanut butter. I enjoy them as a guilt-free breakfast, and dunk the brownie into my coffee for extra moisture. Alternatively, add something like applesauce, mashed ripe banana, pumpkin puree, or dates to your base recipe for additional sweetness and to possibly provide extra moisture. I cannot vouch for these adaptations as I have not tried them myself, but please let me know if they work for you! A good starting point would be to divide one overripe banana between the two base recipes, or to add an additional ¼ cup of applesauce or pumpkin puree to each base, or to double the amount of peanut butter used in each (just be aware that this will increase calorie and fat content.) If for any reason you try these modifications and the recipe doesn’t work out, please don’t blame me :) Happy baking!

It was Max’s plan to go straight to Piper’s after work, after stopping at the liquor store of course, but after not hearing from Peter all day, she couldn’t help but worry. But her worry being confirmed was the last thing she expected. Quickly throwing on a dress and slightly less-slutty shoes, Max drove double the speed limit to the hospital, parking and rushing inside, looking around for anyone familiar in the waiting room.