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Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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for @portentous-offerings who is my sick buddy today. Feel better my friend ^_^ 

“She’s never going to love me.”

It was so quiet she almost missed it.

“What did you say Kitty?” she asked, her face still pressed into his back from where they were cuddling in her bed.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said, rolling over and giving her a cheeky smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Are… are you talking about Ladybug?” she asked softly, feeling the knot of guilt that had steadily been building over the last few months of this strange friendship they had fallen into.

He didn’t bring up her alter ego very often. The subject of romance in general always seeming to carry some sort of bizarre taboo whenever he stopped by for his increasingly frequent visits. Not that Marinette had minded. She had Alya to cry to about her lack-luster love life after all, and given how unwaveringly supportive he was about all of her other problems, it seemed silly to hold it against him that he was uncomfortable talking to a girl about crushes and the like.

His eyes flashed guiltily and he rolled back over, staring out into the darkness of the room.

“Really it’s nothing,” he said again, but he couldn’t quite mask the defeated tone that colored his words.

It was a sound she was all too used to. The same defeated cadence that had echoed from her own lips after her disastrous attempt at confessing to Adrien 5 months and 27 days earlier that no amount of Rom-coms or Alya suggested poster-burning had been able to cure.

“Chat, it isn’t nothing,” she said, sitting up and gently trying to pull him back around. He didn’t budge, still keeping his gaze obstinately fixed at something that she couldn’t see. “If it matters to you… it isn’t nothing. Not to me.”

“It’s not appropriate,” he said softly, “and it’s not fair to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to be the judge of that?”

“It would be selfish-“

“So be selfish!” she said with a slightly forced laugh. “Trust me, you have a long way to go before you catch up to my level of selfish so I am hardly one to judge.” She teased her fingers through his hair, letting her nails scratch delicately against his scalp and felt him relax in spite of himself.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed lightly, “your strange phone kleptomania aside, you’re a pretty stand-up person.”

“Hey, I will have you know I have been working very hard to reform my phone-napping ways,” she teased, hoping to draw out a real smile from him.

“You stole Alya’s phone just last week!”

“That was a special circumstance. I told you so,” she pouted. “Besides, Adrien doesn’t deserve to be taunted like that no matter what Alya might say about it,” she added softly.  

She felt Chat stiffen slightly, his cat ear twitching at her words, and she was once again suspicious that he knew all about her romantic trouble regardless of their lack of conversation on the subject. She flushed at the thought.

“You are one of the most selfless people I know,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hand in his own and give it a brief reassuring squeeze.

The guilt Marinette was feeling was almost overpowering as the thought of the secrets she was keeping from him weighed on her like a stone. He had never questioned how they had fallen into such an easy friendship, and she had become too attached to having him as a part of her life- her normal everyday life- to be willing to admit the one-sidedness of it all. Here she was getting mopey over someone she had sworn she was done chasing after in front of a guy whose heart she routinely seemed to trample into the dust. Talk about selfish.  

“Please just tell me,” she whispered, her fingers resuming their seductive strokes that she knew full well would reduce him to a compliant puddle in her lap.

He was silent for a few more moments before finally letting out a small defeated sigh.

“I was just thinking about everything and I guess I just…” he hesitated. “She’ll never love me. I know that. I think on some level I always suspected as much.”

His voice wasn’t bitter or angry, and that calm resignation shattered her own heart into a million pieces more than the actual words he was saying.

“I think,” he continued, “I think I will be ok with it. She loves someone else. She doesn’t really say much about it, maybe to preserve our identities or maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, but every once in a while she lets something slip and it’s not that hard to put the pieces together. I always thought it was so cheesy in the movies when people would say things like I just want her to be happy, but I think I get it now. She’s incredible and I am always going to love her, but she doesn’t need me to make her happy.”

Marinette could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes as the words poured out of him in his soft, even tone. Her fingers were frozen, buried in his lush golden hair, her breaths turning shallow and frantic as the words reverberated through her like an electric current.

She stared down at the boy beside her. Her precious, irreplaceable kitten, who loved her so fiercely and believed in her so much. Who was willing to call her out for her faults and yet somehow still believed her capable of rising above them.

“She’s smart,” Chat continued, his voice seeming to echo in the near silence of the night, “and I know that whoever she does choose is going to be someone who can make her happy. Somebody good and funny and able to keep up with her when she is at her best and keep her grounded when she’s at her worst. So I think I can be ok with that.”

She tried to imagine what her future would be with some potential lover. Her heart lurched slightly at the thought of Adrien, her own love that was apparently not to be. She brushed that thought aside and instead tried to picture a world where she was curled up beside some new face, running her fingers through hair that wasn’t blonde.

She had to choke back a sob.

The slight twinge of pain she had felt at the momentary reminder that she and Adrien would never be more than friends was nothing to the soul rendering terror she felt at the sudden realization that finding a new love would inevitably mean losing Chat.

They would still be friends. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be like this. He would never impose like that. Not her Chat. Her partner who was good, and funny, and who had seen her at her best and her worst, who knew her better than anyone, and who still had never made her feel anything less than precious. Her dearest friend who just the momentary thought of a life without him made her feel like she was dying.

Chat let out a small self-deprecating laugh and Marinette wondered how she had ever been so blind.

“So yeah,” he said finally twisting back around to look up at her, “I think I’ll be ok. Even if she doesn’t love me.”

She gazed down at him, his brilliant green eyes glowing in the near darkness of the night, a tired smile on his face that she longed to see transformed into his usual infectious grin, as the truth hit her like a bolt of lightning.

“I do,” she said breathlessly, before leaning down to capture his lips in a long overdue kiss.

The Character Progression of Wanda Maximoff: Or Tony Stark’s Blame Game and the Story of the Failed Redemption Arc

I was asked the other day what I thought about Wanda Maximoff. Obviously, I have many thoughts about her. I’ve spoken bits and pieces of it. But I’ve never actually put together a coherent timeline, to point out exactly what bugs me - or rather, the exact point where Wanda’s character ultimately became completely irredeemable. 

Wanda is an important character for me, because I’ve always had a bit of a girl crush on the version of her in the comics. Her reality bending powers were awesome and as a child, I would imagine having them too.  As such, you will have to forgive me for the EXTEMELY LONG POST - because I have a lot of feelings about her very flawed portrayal in the MCU.

Wanda starts out as the girl on a quest for revenge for the deaths of her parents.

We are told that she and her brother are traumatized by the deaths of their parents, who were killed in an explosion created by a Stark missile.

They inexplicably blame Tony for it. 

I’ve already spoken on separate occasions on how much of a logic fail that is, and so have @lady-may-driu​ and @alethiaii​ and @thealextheshipper​ and other beautiful people of the TSDS. For more, see this excellent post (by @lady-may-driu). I won’t dwell on it further. The problem is that, instead of saying this idea is wrong, the MCU JUSTIFIES it - a feeling which ultimately showed up in the fandom. They justify this.

It’s totally super okay, because Tony Stark is a murderer *insert Tony-hate rant.

Nope - it’s not okay. Wanda and Pietro have a problem of perception, which becomes very clear even back in AoU. In Johannesburg, the twins and Tony meet faces to face plate for the first time, and Pietro makes a sarcastic comment about this being just like old times.

In other words, the twins equate this man:

with this man:

Yes, I deliberately picked an image of Afghanistan Tony, at the fateful weapons demonstration that would later change his life. Because you know what? That weapons presentation was at an US MILITARY BASE. It was for a LEGITIMATE GOVERNMENTAL CONTRACT. The Jericho is obviously a very dangerous weapon - but Tony is there legitimately, encouraged by the authorities of his country. 

He is not a black market weapons smuggler, twirling his mustache and making profit over illegally sold weapons.

In case you’re wondering, that’s this guy:

Remember him? Tony’s father figure who double-dealt behind his back and then tried to kill him? This is Tony’s Klaue. But apparently, a big part of the fandom, and of the MCU have forgotten, never found out or deliberately ignore it. This is the bad guy - the true Merchant of Death.

“This was never my life”, Tony says - and that’s completely true, because it wasn’t. He was a weapons’ manufacturer. At most, he was irresponsible. That doesn’t make him a murderer. The fandom and the twins disagree.

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Best Friends Forever

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

*Requested smut, read carefully ;)

Imagine: You are angry because you ex seems to be really hitting it off since you two broke up. In order to help you through it, Klaus Mikaelson, your best friend, shows up in your place. There, he decides to come clean about his own feelings. After that, things get a bit hot in your room.

Word Count: 3043 

A light rain was pouring outside, matching your horrible mood. Today you had the misfortune of bumping into your ex boyfriend, Matt Donovan, and, to make things even worse, he looked like he could not be any happier, babbling about his growing success. Like you wanted to actually know that! Urgh! And that son of a bitch still felt in the right to comment about your life and fucking laugh about it. So what you had been going out and drinking more? It was none of his business.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the radio. Music helped a lot to discharge the anger and keep your emotions together. Right now, it was exactly what you needed. Luckily, your girl power song was on: Beyoncé’s hit Single Ladies. A smile fastly appeared, as you started to sing and dance along.

“Acting up, drink in my cup! I can’t care less what you think.” You swayed your hips to the tune and rolled your eyes, wishing you were telling him that. “I need no permission, did I mention?”

“I take you are in a good mood, Y/N.”

The singing stopped and strangled scream came out instead. It took a few seconds for you to realise who had barged into your room, invading your privacy. After the fear went off and Klaus was laughing out loud, you frowned, angry. 

“This is not funny. I could have had a heart attack.”

“You’re a banshee, I’m pretty sure you are able to predict your own death.” You narrowed your eyes. “I’m just kidding! I came back town yesterday and heard Matt was at Mystic Falls as well. Thought I’d come to see how you were doing.”

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When We Collide (Part 5)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”No way! Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”

You rolled your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you thought about it.

“You sound like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and cool down your pre-sweating forehead.

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Okay, another prompt is here! Sorry for not updating sooner, it’s a long fic once again lol! It is sad, angsty (I was listening to a lot of Placebo while writing so yeah) and it turns hot and heavy close to the end but then some fluff concludes it; basically it has it all! :P
Warning for mentions of violence, mild language and sexual themes. I hope you like it darlings and you don’t mind that I combined your awesome prompt ideas! Thank you so much for requesting! And to the rest of you, enjoy! <3

A small summary to tie the three prompts together: After an abrupt break up, Betty is left broken and confused by Jughead’s sudden behavior. Once finding out that he had joined the infamous gang of their small town, the Southside Serpents, Betty sets her mind to sneak into their lair with the only way she knows best. Along with the help of a sudden ally that she comes across on the way, they vow to save Jughead’s soul at all costs. 

(The long dialog in italics is a flashback)


Stars hide your fires;

Let not light see my black and deep desires.

The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see…

The black velvet of yet another eerie night had spread over the small town of Riverdale, the otherwise picturesque scenery of the alight sky now fearful and pitch black, an ominous sign and a bloodcurdling setting. It coordinated with her jet leather attire, her raven hair and the ghastly temperament that oozed from the cold-blooded sound of heels against dirty and wet asphalt. “Stars hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires…” Every click of stiletto punctuated each word her mind whispered on a loop to the depths of her subconscious, green eyes shining deadly through the darkness, like those of a wolf in hunt for its prey.

If anyone were to run into her on the street, they wouldn’t recognize her; nothing tied her with the image of the nonpareil younger daughter of the Cooper clan. Betty Cooper was dead, locked in the comfort of lavender and chamomile amongst collared sweaters and preppy knitted cardigans. For how long it was yet to be decided but, for tonight, the golden-hearted girl that everyone left behind was put to sleep under the naivety of false ambition and hopeless dreams. Her alter ago was there to deal with the mess the tedious angelic spectrum of her character always seemed to make.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

PAIRINGS: Bucky Barnes x Reader
WARNINGS: depression tw, death tw, anxiety tw, general sadness, eventual happiness tho
LENGTH: 1,369 Words
A/N: I won’t lie, this fic is depressing, but if you wait until the end it gets really sappy and cute. I NEVER end my fics with sadness. Also italics are flashback moments. Also it’s based off of Dodie’s song “Sick of Losing Soulmates”.


“Everyone this is Y/N, she was originally trained by Nat when she was still working in with the KGB.” said Steve, motioning to you. 

For someone who had been trained since birth to be deadly, you weren’t the most intimidating person. Your time at the Red Room destroyed you from the inside out. Every connection you made was instantly broken. 

After the siege on the Red Room by Natasha and a few other Avengers, Nat thought the best way for you to recover was staying with the Avengers. She managed to get this through Tony by explaining that you were the best spy in the Red Room that Nat had ever seen.

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Distractions pt 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6  || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8 || Pt.9 || Pt. 10 || Pt. 11

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Work shouldn’t be a place littered with distractions…but how could that be when you were working with one?

Word Count: 2547

A/N: idk how the whole making music process works…so sorry if my portrayal is inaccurate 

Originally posted by nnochu

“Hyung, hold on. You forgot this.” Jimin handed the brown leather bound lyric notebook to Yoongi. Jimin always knew that Yoongi carried it around, “You can’t keep on misplacing things, hyung. Remember what happened to Namjoon-hyung?” He snatched the book from the younger’s hand,

“Jiminie, I’m not going to forget something as important as a passport.” Yoongi scoffed as he headed out the front door of the dorms,

“Hey, hyung? Where are you going anyway? We have a meeting later…”

“Just…uh…I’m just going out for some fresh air. I’ll meet you guys at the studio later on.” Jimin knew his hyung well and he could tell that something was up. However, Yoongi wasn’t going to just tell Jimin that he was going to meet with the younger’s favorite girl group. He felt like Jimin would continuously nag him to let him tag along…that and because he didn’t want him to see a certain somebody. 

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Secret Relationships (Thomas Jefferson x Hamilton!Reader)

Originally posted by alexander-hamiltunes

Prompt: “Oh my God, you love her!”

Summary: Being Alexander’s younger sister isn’t always the easiest thing in the world. When you have to hide the fact that you are dating his enemy, Thomas Jefferson, it becomes even harder. How will Alex react?

Warnings: Lying? Ummm, maybe some Out Of Characterness, but I hope not.

Time Period: Hamiltime

Words: 2230

A/N: Hey guys! I really am so sorry for not posting a story recently, but school as gotten to me. However, I have a couple of stories almost ready to post. (and sorry about the title, still trying to work on that.) More exciting news: I started this blog 3 weeks ago today and I almost have 300 followers!! You guys are the best thank you so much! I hope you enjoy the story, and please send in some requests, my inbox is empty. Have a wonderful day!

Being the younger sister of Alexander Hamilton was not the easiest thing in the world. While you loved your brother dearly, there were times that he could be a bit too stubborn. Most of the these situations happened during dreaded cabinet meetings, or “battles” as they had been renamed.

Usually, you would avoid going, but Alexander would beg and plead with you until you gave him. The reason you dreaded them so much was because of the talk. Most people there believed that because Alexander was your brother, you could apparently control how he behaved. Not true.

One particular day, you and Alexander were walking side by side to the meeting. You walked along in comfortable silence, so your mind drifted to the upcoming battle. Alexander was going up against a man named Thomas Jefferson. They would be debating over whether or not the government should accept Alex’s plans for the nation to assume state’s debts.

After arriving, you wished your brother good luck and went to find a seat. Looking around, you pulled the hat you had worn, further down. Maybe then people wouldn’t openly tell you how idiotic they thought your brother’s ideas were. Not long after you got settled, President Washing walked into the middle of the room followed by Alexander and Mr. Jefferson.

Everything happened so fast, you were unsure where to look. Mr. Jefferson claimed that each state should be responsible for their own debts. he also tried to insult Alex by saying his plan was too long to understand, but you just laughed because he had just insulted himself.

Unfortunately, Alexander came back with full force. You but your lip and kept your head down, praying Alexander wouldn’t say anything too rash. Your ears tuned back in to the conversation when you heard your brother shout,

“Bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”

Your head snapped up and your eyes went wide. All around you, everyone was going crazy, discussing who they sided with most. Ignoring all the talk, you rushed to your brother and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the crowd.

“What the hell was that, Alexander?” you cursed, not caring if anybody overhead her.

“What do you mean?” he asked rather confused. “Jefferson was out of line so I put him back in his place.” Alex tried to defend.

Before you could respond, President Washington walked behind your brother. You quickly curtsied out of respect and watch Alexander’s eyes go wide as he walked away with his commander.

“Serves him right.” you mumbled, smoothing down the wrinkles on your dress.

Glancing around the room, you saw Mr. Jefferson talking quietly with Mr. Madison. Sighing heavily, you began the journey towards their spot. Somebody had to apologize for Alexander’s actions.

“Mr. Jefferson.” you stated and both men turned to face you.

“Yes, may I help you, Miss…” he began, but trialed off when he realized he did not know your name.

“Hamilton. (y/n) Hamilton.” you introduced yourself, but hurried on once you saw the distain in Jefferson’s eyes grow. “I, um, I came here to apologize for my brother’s words. He was partially in the wrong, and we both know he is too stubborn to admit it.” you confessed.

“I agree.” Jefferson agreed bluntly, but added on to his statement after noticing your look of disbelief. “But I accept your apology and offer my apologizes, Miss. Hamilton” he told you.

“Thank you.”

‘How is it that we have not yet met, Miss. Hamilton?” Jefferson inquired. “I’m sure I would not forget a face as beautiful as yours.”

You blushed and look down at the floor. ‘Well, Mr. Jefferson, you have been off in France.” you pointed out.

“That is true, and please call me Thomas.” he insisted.

“Only if you call me (y/n).” you countered.

Neither of you were able to say another word because it was then that Alexander stormed over to you and puled you behind him, distancing you from Thomas.

“(y/n), what are you doing talking to the likes of him?” Alex spat.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Thomas beat you to it. “We were having a perfectly civil conversation until you came over here, Hamilton.”

Sensing another argument, you stepped between the two men, holding each of them back. “Both of you are grown men, so let us stop fighting like children. For goodness sake, you are both dignified members of government.” you chided.

Then, you turned to your brother and tried to reason with him. “Alexander, I do not need to be protected, I was simply apologizing to Thomas for your behavior. Now let’s-”

“Thomas?” your brother seethed, and you quickly pulled him outside to head back home.

“I’m so sorry against, Thomas. I hope to see you again soon.” you called over your shoulder, offering him a smile.

“Goodbye, (y/n).” you heard him respond, and the rest of the way home you had a blush on your cheeks as you ignored your still fuming brother.

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Mourning

Requests: “Elijah imagine: Also after Finn dies Elijah has lost control (tantrum) smashing things repeating he failed ( bae needs love) and his gf/reader strokes his hair and comforts him he deserves it. Please and Thank you ( for putting up with me) ~S” (Credits to gif owners!)

Y/N couldn’t believe the damage the original was causing in their home. Yelling, kicking, breaking things. He was acting rather childish but Y/N realized he had just lost his brother. All of her attempts to calm him didn’t work and now she was started to become nervous around him. Though he wouldn’t ever hurt her, it was still uncomfortable to watch a vampire who was always so collected lose his cool and be upset.

He was running his hands through his hair repeatedly, whispering things, crying, growling. “I’ve failed. I’ve failed my family-” He’d cut himself off to cry some and Y/N chased him, trying to get him to give her his hand. She needed to try and help. This was not a good look on Elijah, but she loved him all the more for it. He was imperfect and she now knew it.

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Sleepy Little Bee.

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on set who has CFS, on rough day the cast take care of her.

A/N- just thought of this whilst another flare up hit me, hopefully this’ll give some insight on what CFS can be like??

\REQUESTS ARE CLOSED//


You walked onto set that day with your arm wrapped around your middle, clutching at your side trying to subside the pain. Your chronic fatigue decided that today would be the best day to flare up, you had been awake for most of the night with a hot water bottle stuck to your stomach like glue, you had taken the usual painkillers but for some reason they weren’t working as well as the use to which made you feel worse, knowing you’d have to go back to the doctors only to be prescribed a higher pain medication. 

Everyone on set knew about your condition, the cast, -past and present- had actually researched what it was which made you cry, just a bit, okay a lot but nobody had ever done that for you before.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC that has a habit of singing/dancing around their house/apartment even if there's no music? And it's like, weird dancing, not good dancing? Thanks

Sure, Anon, I wanted to put songs to the names… I hope you don’t mind. You don’t have to listen to the song, of course. Obviously i dont own any of the music

Yoosung - Me & my Broken Heart

  • You were making lunch in the     kitchen when you began to hum a song    
  • And humming turned into full     blown singing
  • And then dancing…
  • It was a music act.
  • Yoosung was peering at you     from around the corner as you slid across the tiles floor and burst your     lungs out
  • You, skilfully, managed not     to spill anything as you sung and danced 
  • Yoosung thought of how cute     you looked singing
  • “All I needs a little love in my life! All I needs a     little love in the dark! A little, but I’m hoping it might kickstart, me     and my broken heart!”     
  • He began to take a video, and     then sent it to group chat    
  • Your phone vibrated and you     were still dancing and singing when you checked it 
  • Then you saw the video of you
  • “YOOSUNG!”
  • He’s never run so fast in his life     
  • However, you can’t stay mad     at him forever because he tells you repeatedly he did it because he     thought you were cute. 
  • He helps you finish lunch,     and you dance around together    

Jaehee - Thnks Fr th Mmrs

  • You were cleaning the shower,     when suddenly Jaehee heard loud echoing
  • She got up to find you     because she thought you were in trouble
  • But she turned the corner to     hear singing, and she could see your reflection in the mirror
  • You looked possessed to be     honest
  • You were doing some creepy     stare-off thing with yourself as you sung
  • “One night and one more time! Thanks for the memories,     even thought they weren’t so great, she tastes like you, only     sweeter!”     
  • Noticed how you changed the     lyrics 
  • Her giggling got her caught, and     you immediately flushed as you tried to stumble an explanation
  • She waved you off, giving you     a quick kiss on the cheek and telling you how cute you looked
  • And you caught her tapping     her foot and humming the song later    
  • Eventually the two of you did     a duet
  • But it was probably to one of     Zen’s Musicals

Zen -  Bubblegum Bitch

  • what do you mean duets happened      all the time?
  • Well, duets did happen all     the time, but that was when you tried your best to sing
  • When you were alone you     didn’t care what you sounded like, or how you looked
  • You were dancing with a broom     as you swept the room, singing to it as if it was a person
  • Zen was watching the whole     thing from the door frame.    
  • “I’m Ms sugar pink liquor liquor lips, hit me with your     sweet love steal me with a kiss!”     
  • You tried to do a cool thing     with the broom where you threw it to the ground and then kicked it up and     caught it
  • You did not catch it
  • Instead it smacked you straight in the face    
  • You frowned as your nose     started to bleed, and Zen forgot he wasn’t suppose to be there so he raced     forward to help you    
  • He scared the shit out of you
  • “Are you okay MC?!”    
  • “How long have you been standing there??”    
  • He smirked
  • “Long enough”     
  • You smacked him and went red
  • But he assured you, you looked     very cute dancing and singing. 

Jumin - Im an Albatros

  • normally he worked late
  • So, you danced around the     apartment, singing whatever song you liked at the time, in one of his     shirts waiting his arrival 
  • Jumin came home early today,     and did not tell you    
  • So, he was standing in the     doorway, a smirk on his face, as you jumped around the apartment yelling a     song. 
  • “She called herself the hoe, with the money money flow,     but fuck that little mouse ‘cause I’m an Albatraos”     
  • You screamed when you saw     him, and fell to your knees out of pure fear. 
  • He was chuckling at you     before He approached you and gave you a quick kiss
  • The two of you got ready for     bed
  • And Jumin made a mental note     to come home early more often    
  • Because you looked very cute     when you thought no one was watching    

Saeyoung - Im the Bad Guy (Wander over Yonder)

  • Saeran was out, Saeyoung was supposed     to be out as well, but he     wasn’t, he was hiding, observing what you’d do on your own
  • It was very interesting, to     say the least
  • You began to sing a song he     didn’t actually know    
  • That’s because it’s a song     from a show he header seen    
  • You were draping all over     furniture and dramatically touching lamps as if they were people
  • “I’ve always had a weakness for bareness and bleakness!     I crush all your hopes and then I watch you cry!”     
  • You tried to do some cool     spinny thing with the lamp    
  • And got tangled in the cord    
  • And the lamp fell
  • Saeyoung couldn’t help but     laugh, which drew attention to him. 
  • 707 has been compromised     
  • you dragged him out of     hiding, and forced him to help you clean the lamp mess for laughing at you
  • And after, you put on     whatever song you wanted and started to dance ridiculously
  • And of course, Saeyoung     joined you
  • You did some weird couple     moves
  • Saeran came home
  • And decided right there on     the spot he was moving out    

V - Honey, im good

  • he had the surgery, he can see, it’s all good.    
  • You were vacuuming and you     had headphones in, but you were on the other side of the apartment and     didn’t think V would hear you    
  • You were horribly wrong
  • V could hear the commotion,     it sounded like elephants running through the house, so he went to     investigate
  • And what he found was much more interesting than a herd of     elephants     
  • You bopping your head- rather     violently- to a     song as you sing along    
  • “Nah, Nah honey I’m good! I could have another but I     probably should not, I’ve got somebody at home and if I stay I might not     leave alone!”     
  • V smiled and laughed, you     didn’t hear him, but when you shut off the vacuum and turned around you     saw him smiling
  • His smile made you less     embarrassed, somehow, and you unplugged your headphones
  • Instead of stopping, you     turned the song up and threw the phone on the bed before grabbing V and     dragging him to a dance    
  • You both just spun around the     apartment, laughing as you tripped over each other’s feet 
  • At the end of the song you     both collapsed on to the ground and stayed there for hours listening to     the other songs that played, and enjoyed each other’s company

Saeran - Kids in The Dark

  • You were in the kitchen     making breakfast
  • And he woke up at the sound     of your voice
  • A little annoyed
  • But he forgave it easily when     he saw how funny you looked    
  • You were dramatically turning     and throwing your hands out, singing like no one else was in the area. 
  • “They left us alone, the kids in the dark, to burn out     forever, or light up a spark!”
  • The words you sung connected with him a lot    
  • You were mixing the pancake     mix, and when you turned you caught sight of Saeran. You dropped the mix     and froze in horror    
  • “I didn’t know you were there”    
  • “I could tell”    
  • He told you to keep it down     so he could sleep, and after he said it he regretted it because he missed     your voice
  • A few days later he heard you     singing again, and found you dancing once more while you cleaned the room
  • So, this time he watched you     for longer, hiding better so he wouldn’t get caught
  • You saw him, and instead of     freaking out, you sneakily made your way to him, grabbing his arms and     dragging him into the middle of the room
  • “MC, knock it off-”    
  • “Not until you dance!”     
  • You grinned up at him and     wiggled your body strangely, and he couldn’t contain it anymore
  • Saeran began to laugh, harder     and louder than he had ever done so before
  • And the two of you wiggled     weirdly and thrashed around, punching the air and screaming the lyrics
  • Saeran gathered some courage     and pulled you close to him, kissing you softly before the next song     starts

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Hiii! Would you please write a Clony fic where Tony and Clay get caught making out?!? ❤️;)

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1 – Ryan Shaver

The first time Clay and Tony get caught making out is unfortunately, by Liberty High’s biggest gossip. It is about a month into sophomore year and so far Clay has managed to avoid being in something scandalous enough to be printed on the pages of the infamous ‘Lost and Found’ zine’, however there was no way he was going to avoid this one. It started about a month ago, this… thing he had with Tony. He couldn’t really put a label on what it was, all he knew was that it was fun and exciting, and Tony sure was a goddamn excellent kisser. So excellent, in fact, that Clay decided that waiting until after school to put his mouth on the other boy was far too long a stretch to go without.

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Queen Ambassador (Chapter 1)

Your name was Sophia, and you had no idea how you ended up in this mess.

You came from a small town in New Jersey, near the shore but not near enough to be surrounded by homes that were reserved only for summer vacations. You considered yourself average, as far as people go, so the fact that you’d just been ‘abducted’ by aliens was more than shocking to you. Sure, you knew Earth had established connections with other lifeforms, it had been all over the news when NASA made contact with some aliens who had been traveling around in search for allies in some intergalactic war they were facing, but you never thought that you’d suddenly be swept up from your home to act as ambassador for the human race. You were barely qualified, as far as you were concerned.

That’s not what they thought, though. Most of the world’s governments had been negotiating peace with these foreign beings for quite some time, but in order for Earth to be seen as a proper ally to their new friends, a human was meant to come with them. Many had offered themselves up, but the alien’s leader refused. They demanded they pick out someone themselves, only this way could they make sure the ambassador was fit for the job they needed them to do.

You’d been in school when the aliens came. Under orders of the government, your school orchestrated an assembly for all of those turning who were or were turning 18 within the next 6 months. The aliens wanted someone young and willing to learn, but not so young that they’d be immature. They’d also mentioned they were looking for someone with strength, for the job of being an ambassador was not easy. The idea of space travel was more than enough to keep you interested in their investigations, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to leave Earth. You were almost out of high school, you’d been accepted into a college already, and you were looking forward to building your own future. The fear of not being able to live a normal, happy life was the only thing holding you back from outright saying you were interested in the position…but then again, you didn’t think you’d be picked in the first place, do you didn’t worry much.

That was, until the actual assembly. You sat in your chair, trying to keep your cool as your principle introduced the leader of the aliens you’d heard so much about. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that went through you when you actually saw him, though.

He was huge, and barely humanoid. He resembled something like a centaur, if a centaur’s lower half was made of a 6 legged insect. His skin was a darkish green color, with silver-grey eyes and dark black hair to match. You could also knew he bore insect-like wings on his back thanks to the internet, but they were currently hidden under some very intricate clothes he wore. Much of his attire was made up of darker green and blue colors, accented by silver jewelry and a simple crown-like band to match on his forehead. Not only was he stunning, but he was very, very intimidating.

“….Friends, my name is Orotorco, 9th leader of the planet you call ‘Spade 8H2’.” His voice, while deep and booming, was obviously not used to using English. He had problems pronouncing his own planet name, and was having even more trouble trying to seem welcoming. You sensed he wasn’t trying to be threatening, and something in you relaxed. If he was making a genuine effort to be kind, you doubt he could be that bad of a person.

“As your principle just said, me and my kin are on a hunt for a representative for your kind. Only when one is found, can our alliance be made strong. We have worked in tandem with your kind to find someone suitable, and we have concluded that someone from this area would best for the job.” He explained, “My daughter, the next ruler of my planet will decide who comes with us, for she will be the one you will have to work with every step of the way.”

Your eyes drifted to the side of the stage as another alien stepped into view. Much like her father, she was large and spider-like, but she was bluer in color and sported some short, pointed horns from her forehead. She wore blue and purple clothing with white accents, much more simple than her father’s attire. You were far away from the stage, so you couldn’t see it clearly, but you’re sure you saw silver rings around her neck, establishing her role as royalty.

She came to the microphone, her voice just as uncertain as her father’s when it came to speaking English. “My name is Uros, next leader-to-be. I will be assessing potential representatives based off of poise, strength, grace, and talent. I hope you don’t mind me asking questions throughout this process.”

You won’t lie, her voice was like honey to you. While it was clear she was nervous, you felt something warm blossom in your stomach as she gazed over the crowd. It was clear you weren’t the only one, however, many seemed more at ease after she showed up.

After a few more words of encouragement and explanation, your principle dismissed you back to your classes. Uros would be drifting between classes, observing how students worked and questioning those who she thought would fit. It was almost the end of the school-day when she entered your math class. You held your breath as she made her way over to your desk, starring curiously at your paper. You felt embarrassed, to say the least, since your worksheet was barely finished. Instead, it was filled with doodles, making your paper seem messy.

“What are these?” She asked, her voice filled with an innocent curiosity.

“They’re…um, doodles. I’m bored, so I decided to draw instead.” You replied. You were sure you were beet red, too afraid to look her in the eye.

She hummed contemplatively. “Are you allowed to doodle on your papers?”

“Well…not exactly. It’s not encouraged.”

“I see…” Uros seemed to be deep in thought. “Come with me for a second.”

Your head shot up. “Huh?”

“I want to ask you some more questions, but I don’t want to stall your class. Won’t you follow me?” She elaborated, looking slightly worried.

“…Sure, that’s ok, I think.” You followed her out of the classroom, where somebody else waited. You could only assume they were a bodyguard, since they were covered in dark grey-black robes and holding something resembling a spear. Once the door was closed, she began asking more questions.

“What’s your name, human?”

“Sophia.”

“Did you chose that yourself?”

“No, my parents did.”

“Oh, how odd.” She seemed to lean closer, checking out your facial features. “Usually around the age of 3, my kind picks their own names. We’re born nameless.”

You could only nod as a cool hand tilted your head to the side, then traced your jaw. You did your best not to seem uncomfortable, but Uros seemed to notice anyway.

“You’re very stiff. Are you ok?”

Your tongue felt thick, her eyes filled with concern. “Y-yeah, sorry. Not used to this kind of thing.”

“I guess not.” She replied, “Tell me, how much do you like your life here on Earth?”

“It’s…ok. I have a family that cares and good enough grades to get me a good job. I don’t really have a lot of friends, but other people like me enough to talk to me. I’m not unhappy with it.”

“It sounds peaceful here.”

“Compared to other places, yeah. It can be boring, though.”

That seemed to startle her, for some reason. “Boring?”

You shrugged, “Yeah. I like it here, it’s nice and I’m never in danger, but there’s nothing to do. We have the beach and sometimes new people pass through, but it’s not like anything really cool is going on. Unless you count the fact that you guys decided to show up.”

Uros seemed perplexed by this, unsure what to say. The final bell rang out in the halls, releasing students from their classes. You were about to turn around when she called out your name.

“Sophia”

“Hm?”

“When you get home, pack what you need to travel on a long journey. I’m picking you to be the human representative.”

“Wait, What??”

You didn’t get the time to ask any questions, though. Before you knew it, she was gone, and you were being pushed to the front of the school by the oncoming stamped of students, rushing to get home.

Telling your parents was difficult. You were an only child, and your parents were very scared of losing you. It got even worse when a government agent swung by to give you a list of things to pack, as well as some other items you couldn’t normally buy without some sort of clearance. These items included a gun, a handbook about intergalactic politics (for dummies!), a small list of emergency numbers that would get you in contact with NASA over long distances, and a phone that was specifically made for your position. A regular phone wouldn’t function once off the Earth, so this one was built just with high-tech modifications so it would last. Despite this, it looked practically normal, a lot like an IPhone, in fact.

It wasn’t long after that Uros and Orotorco came to pick you up. Orotorco seemed genuinely sorry for your parents, trying to comfort them by assuring them you’d be well taken care of. You watched numbly as some bodyguards carried out your luggage, all of them in a unifying black uniform. You only snapped out of your dazed state when you felt that familiar cool hand on your back, Uros looking at you with worry.

“This won’t be forever…right? I can come back to visit?”

She nodded, “Yes, you’re not our prisoner or anything. You’re free to return here when your duties don’t keep you from doing so.”

When it was finally time to go, you gave your parents a final parting goodbye and followed Uros onto a small ship of sorts. You felt tears well up as you looked out the window during takeoff, your mother curled into your father’s chest with grief.

You simply could not believe this was happening.

Orotorco’s booming voice caught your attention, seeming to sense your sadness.

“Sophia, is it?” He asked, “I promise we will do everything we can to make you feel at home here. You’re our only hope.”

“Why, though?” You asked back, “Why not someone else, like an actual diplomat.”

Orotorco just sighed. “It’s complicated, you see. It has to do a lot with physical makeup, as well as personality and upbringing. We couldn’t pick anyone. It seems out of all of the people Uros surveyed, you were the only one who met the standards we need in a representative.”

Your mind took this all in slowly. Was it really that specific?

“….Ok, so what do I have to do, exactly?”

“Right! I completely forgot to tell you about that, didn’t I? Me and my kin only chose one ally per generation, so this is a very sought out position by many other species of alien.” He explained, seeming a bit more cheerful. “You will speak on behalf of your planet when working with us, and when the time is right, you will help bring the next generation of my kin into the world.”

You paused for a minute. “Wait, back up. What does that last part mean? ‘Bring the next generation of kin into the world’?”

Orotorco seemed confused, “Ambassadors usually bear children for royalty on my planet. Is it not the same on Earth?”

“No, not at all!” You said, alarm clear in your voice. “Where did that come from?”

“A government agent you spoke to was supposed to brief you on this…I’m afraid there may have been a miscommunication.”

Your head spun as you thought about it. You didn’t want kids! Who was even going to be the father? How was this going to work? They were bug-like and huge in comparison to you…

“Who….Who is my partner.”

Uros spoke up in her usual honey-like voice, seeming a bit embarrassed herself.

“Me.”

It was too much. Without as much as a second thought, you fell over, your world going dark in a matter of seconds as both Uros and Orotorco called out to you. The last thing you remember is cool hands supporting your body, begging you to stay awake.

(Chapter 1- End)

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(Hey! My name is O, and this is my first fic being submitted here. This is defiantly going to be multi-chapter, but I promise there will be some good pregnancy/oviposition shit going on up in here! Next chapter should come out soon, I’m a pretty quick writer.

My NSFW blog is or-beez, but its pretty empty rn. Feel free to hmu there if you want though!

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Yep, another picspam review. I mean, with this episode, how could I not? I was broken for a full two days, so of course it warrants me repeatedly smashing my face into the keyboard… which is pretty much what this entire post is. Face smashes and screencaps. (And boy howdy, do I mean screencaps. There’s a LOT. *rolls around in all of the caps*)

I actually did not have all that much time to get online yesterday, so this time around I don’t believe I’ll be unintentionally quoting any of you guys. \o/

First, I will share this… I get my legal digital copies from Google Play (I have Android everything, including a fucking television that’s running Android… of course I use Google Play and also ‘cuz fuck a whole lot iTunes). Someone at Google knows exactly what they’re doing because THIS is the picture they decided to use as the thumbnail of this episode. And I am DYING because this exact moment is when Cas says, “get out” and Sam is just staring like, “omg mental note do not fuck with Cas right now.”

Yah, that’s perfect. YOCKEY: I am Cas. Get the fuck out, you broke me. I am also Sam. I cannot believe you just did that jesus fuck.

(Side note: that picture is taken with my Android phone of my Android TV.)

That said.

Number of Obligatory Dean Wall Slams: TWOOOOO!!! Yockey, you speak to my heart.

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A/N For the person who requested the Carl Grimes imagine based on the song Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran, I hope this is okay!

Summary: Carl finds reader fixing a CD player in the library, when she does she forces him to dance with her

Warnings: None

Carl Grimes

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow

Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

“Hey, Carl!” You grinned as you noticed the teen walking into the library that you sort of worked at. He looked up at the sound of your voice, a small smile on his lips.

“Hey.” He spoke, a small smile on his face. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a bit? I’ve got nothing to do.” You gave him a nod before going back to the CD player you’d found, attempting to make it work. “Yeah, that’s fine. I was pretty bored anyways.”

Carl sat down next to you at the table, setting Judith down so that she could play with some toys that you’d set out for her the last time she and Carl had come to visit you. The library had sort of been your ‘safe haven’ if you will, it was always the place you went if you needed some peace and quiet or just needed away from everyone else. Not a lot of people went there, but you practically lived there. And thankfully, it was the one place the saviors hadn’t completely raided.

“What’re you doing?” He questioned, glancing to Judith every few seconds to make sure she was alright. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your bottom lip was half sucked into your mouth in concentration as you worked on the CD player,“I’m trying to get this stupid thing to work. I haven’t heard actual music in a long time and it’d be nice to hear some.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair,“Yeah, it would. I didn’t realize how much I took it for granted.”

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2 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 3,405 
i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies etc

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“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive." 


"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed. 

“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind, 

“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless. 

“You murd-" 

"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?" 

"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-" 

"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?" 

Silence. 

"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction." 

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75 - “Mind if I join you?” Drabble Challenge: 150 prompts (Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi)

Genre: smut
Word count: 1046
Contains: well, threesome, dirty talk, mentions of anal, oral sex, overstimulation. Enjoy!

Kim Taehyung’s night out was shit. His life was even shittier (but if you would ask him, he would flash you that special panty-dropping smile of his and tell you softly that everything is so perfectly fine), his girlfriend cheated on him with Minho, his co-worker. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, the bar he always gets a discount in doesn’t work today.


His suit is still on, tight and uncomfortable, the collar is choking him, and damn, even his feet feel swollen and ankles bloated.


He lives on the goddamn 5th floor.


Shit.


And the elevator, as expected, was being repaired at the moment. He climbs up the first flight, not bothering to look twice at the piece of paper that made him even more bitter than he actually was. He huffs as he arrives to the door, and finally slips home.


Fucking finally.


He hopes his roomate, Yoongi, is still out with his angel of a girlfriend, not a cheating bitch who would let Minho fuck her on his own table after six months of re-


He stops at the treshold of their room. Hushed moans and grunts are to be heard from the room, alight only by the bedside lamps and a few candles. The heady aroma makes his head spin. He sees the sleek silhouette of his roomate, and his girlfriend.


God fucking damnit.


She’s bouncing on top of him, and there’s something delicious about the sound of his dick going in and out of her, the squelch so fucking enticing, that Tae just doesn’t know what posseses him, he unzips his pants and humps his palm like a dog in heat. Shit, those little moans and Yoongi’s dirty mouth, shit, he is so good at dirty talk. His girlfiend was too much of a stuck-up person to try anything other than missionary, but damn, Tae was a freak.


He is jerking off to the sound or Y/N softly rolling her hips against Yoongi’s, shit, she was so wet it echoed through the room-


“Stop.”


Yoongi is stern, a true dominant, Tae thinks. He doesn’t notice he has stopped, too.


“Tae, would you care to come in?” Yoongi’s voice is warm and inviting, but Tae is frozen, slowly tucking his dick back into his boxers.


He chuckles softly at Tae’s hesitation, “Come on, Tae. Minho texted me some crap, and I know you had a bad day. And I’ve always wanted to spice things up with Y/N…”


He enters after that request, feeling only slightly brave.


Y/N has shrunk, perhaps shy, curled into Yoongi completely. Tae gulps. Why the fuck is he so nervous? He’s had some threesomes before. Well, drunk, but still threesomes.


“Mind if I join you?” Tae asks for her consent.


“No, I don’t mind.” She is whispering, eyes boring into Taehyung’s.


“Then it’s all okay. Baby, weren’t you moaning to me nights before that you wanted two cocks inside you?” Yoongi wastes no time as he exposes his girlfriend in ways other that ridding her of clothes.


Fuck. Taehyung felt as he would come in his pants, right now. Some soft keens are elicited from Y/N, and Yoongi pays it no mind as he strokes her thighs open, her pussy wet with her own lubrication and Yoongi’s come.


Tae finds himself enchanted by the way her legs fall open – her mouth open in a silent scream when Yoongi stimulates her clit, which is already aflame with pleasure. As Taehyung strips, she rises to her feet, settling on all fours at the edge of the bed and perks her ass for Yoongi.


“Oh, you naughty slut. You couldn’t have waited for somebody else’s dick to fuck you, hm? Now, now. You will get your slutty little mouth fucked by Tae, hm? Do you want that?” Yoongi is all growls and raspy, breathy whispers. Y/N is slicking her thighs ny now. This must excite her so much… Tae’s dick is finally free as he pulls it out. It’s long and thick, as long as Yoongi’s, but thicker. It’s curved devilishly, and Y/N moans at the sight of it.


“Hm, you like his cock, don’t you? Don’t you? Answer me.”


“Yes… master.”


Shit. Taehyung thinks that this will be the best day of his life.


“Ah, yes. Good girl. Tonight, me and Taehyung are your masters. Tonight, me and Taehyung will get to ruin you. Tonight, me and Taehyung are going to make you come so many times you will be begging – no – screaming for us to stop. We will be lucky if we just get noise complaints.”


She shrudders really hard at this, her whole body shaking.


“Tae. Wanna explain what we’ll do to her?”


“Fuck yes.” He walks over to the bed, settling inbetween Y/N’s thighs. He is now in his element, Y/N’s blushing spurring him on. “Baby girl, we would fuck your each hole at least two times, and we would just use you like that, until you were ready to burst. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” She nods, and Tae’s satisfaction is suddenly unimaginable. “Mmm, I knew you were a good little bitch. You would even be gagged for one round, so you give the poor neighbours a break, huh? Then we would probably try to stretch you enough so we can both enter your pussy at once baby girl, huh? Would you like that?”


“Master…”


“Yes kitten?”


“Master… fuck me, please…”


“Hmm, should we grant her wish Yoongi?” Smug Tae comes out to play, Y/N’s juices trickling down her soft thigs when she clenches around nothing.


“I think we should. She has been a very good girl. You wanna take her ass, Tae?” Yoongi caresses Y/N’s face, gentle yet stern, always letting her know that she can back out.


“I thought you’d never ask.”


They position each other properly, Yoongi at her mouth, and Tae rubbing her ass. His big hands rub at the fleshy globes, marveling at how pliant and willing she is.


“Baby, safewords.” Yoongi is carrying this out in the way it should be.


“Master, it’s ‘little mouse’ or 3 slaps on your shoulder if I have something in my mouth.”


“Good girl,” he nods to Tae. “Let us begin.”

While You Were Away (Steve Rogers x Reader)

yall are requesting so much steve angst rn it’s great

-Jazz

Prompt /song; ‘Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killers 

Request;

Other characters featured; Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killer. An angsty readerXCaptain America set after Civil War. The reader was obviously in love with Steve, but he’s into Sharon Carter. They can either get together or the reader is left heartbroken. (I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen this before).

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 1339

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10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [2/10]

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Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, mentions of Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,637
Requested: Yes! By all of you guys xx 
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name

Natasha sat down during lunch the next day, ready to get her French study session over with. She was looking for a little additional help and Clint, the new kid had volunteered his time to help her out. She glanced around the library and quickly spotted his sandy blond hair. “Hi.” She greeted, putting her Prada backpack on the chair next to her as she took a seat opposite Clint. “Do you mind making this quick? Peter Quill and Gamora whats-her-name are having a very dramatic public break-up on the quad… again.” Nat gushed, grinning at the thought of it before taking in Clint’s appearance. She was surprised to see that Clint was actually attractive, unlike some of the tutors at Stark High School. 

Clint snapped out of his dreamy gaze on Nat and nodded. “Oh, yeah, um, okay.” He flipped through the French textbook he had gotten just to spend time with Natasha. “I thought that we’d, um, start with pronunciation, if that’s all right with you,” Clint suggested, looking up at Nat to see what she thought. 

Nat scrunched up her nose, smoothing her red hair behind her ears. “Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.” She joked, giving Clint a smile that she didn’t realise had him stunned.

“Well, uh, there is an alternative,” Clint said, thinking quick on his feet

This caught Nat’s attention as she sat up straighter in her seat. “There is?”

“Yeah, French food.” Clint smiled. “We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?” he suggested, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Wait a minute,” Nat requested, letting out a light laugh. “Are you asking me out?” she asked rhetorically before cooing. “That’s adorable. What did you say your name again?” she asked and Clint’s smile fell. 

“Clint.” He told her. “Listen, I know that your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class-“

Natasha’s ears perked and she exclaimed. “Oh, wait a minute. Clive…” she began.

“Clint.” He corrected in a mumble.

Nat ignored it. “-My dad just invented a brand new rule. I can date, so long as my sister does, too.” She informed him, smiling at the clueless boy. “The problem is: my sister’s a particularly hideous breed of loser.” Nat spat out, rolling her eyes at the very thought of Y/N.

“I noticed she’s a little… antisocial sometimes,” Clint said, not wanting to agree with Nat, as he didn’t even know Y/N. “Any reason for that?”

Nat sighed, dropping her shoulders into a shrug. “Unsolved mystery.” She mused. “In fact, Y/N was way popular a while ago. Then, one day, out of nowhere, she got sick of it or something and totally changed.” Nat frowned.  “But I’m pretty sure she’s just unable to interact with other humans.” She poked fun at her older sister.

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