the faces you make sir are the best

Daddy Devil  { Submission }

<– [Prologue] | [Dominance] | 

A/N: Lmaoooo the title is misleading xD but! In the context of the first part of this story, it makes sense lol. So there!

Anyway, here’s the second part of Daddy Devil! There was a lot of positive feedback on the first part, so I figured I’d give writing a second part a shot. Hopefully you all like it!

Consider it a belated Valentine’s Day present~ ;p

Words: 7,414

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Namjoon finds himself standing at the bottom of the regal staircase, face blank and cock grown hard between his legs. The clock on the walls ticks just past 3AM, and the entire house is silent—Hell, for once, seems to have quieted down.

But the thoughts in Namjoon’s brain are loud. The images from his dream continue to play in his head, and he scowls, fingers curling into fists.

Taut, rosy nipples—skin decorated with bruises and hickies. Thighs quivering, lips and chin slick with drool, ass red—but that smirk. That cocky little smirk that only belongs to one girl he’s had the pleasure of attempting to ruin, and that damn smirk belongs to you. A smart little girl in Jungkook’s territory, daring enough to deem him “daddy” and even more bold as to play games in his presence despite the fact that you had been at his complete mercy.

The way you’d reacted and bantered with him had been branded into his mind, and you’d been terrorizing him even though your physical presence in his life was lacking.

And tonight is not the first night you had entered his dreams and made him like this—cock stiff and weeping, his heart thrumming with the need to dominate and make you submit.

Yet…his dependence somewhat scares him, because he doesn’t need you, so instead he turns his frustration elsewhere—stepping forward and throwing open the double doors leading into the Play Room.

Girls are thrown over the couches and chairs, eyes groggily popping open at the sound of someone entering. They’re wearing nothing but collars or piercings, typically not needing clothes when their services are needed by many of Namjoon’s men throughout the day.

Eyes widening, the girls can hardly believe their eyes when they spot that its Namjoon who has interrupted their sleep, and any rude thoughts that had come to mind fly away. They all scramble to their feet, watching as Namjoon looks them over, their mouths already slack as their gaze drops to the tent in his pants.

“Don’t make me ask,” he simply states, voice gruff from sleep, and undresses himself before sitting down in an arm chair. Obedient as always, the girls immediately surround him, hands roaming his tanned skin and their mouths parting to release quiet moans.

Namjoon closes his eyes as they work, eyebrows furrowed as lips caress his neck and chest, a small hand boldly wrapping around his cock. They tug skillfully, a mouth descending to enclose around the head of his length. The wet warmth comforts him, coaxing his orgasm towards the surface, but even so he still feels unsatisfied.

These girls have no voice—no effect on him. They don’t make him cocky—don’t give him a challenge. They’re here to please and nothing more, there’s no feeling behind their actions, no reaction behind what they feel.

When he opens his eyes he sees a girl knelt before him, mouth engulfing his cock, her eyes locked on his, waiting to receive his approval. But that’s all she cares about, making sure the Devil is happy with her work, and that doesn’t get Namjoon off.

It used to, in the drunk hours of the night, but not now.

Now he only sees the girls face and wishes that she could be you—trying your best to please him earnestly, searching for a reward yet also getting off despite the pain. A spicy, yet innocent demon—one that he wants to get his hands on once again.

“Fuck,” he growls, reaching down and shoving the girl off of him.

“Sir?” she asks in surprise, nervousness overtaking her tone. Standing up, Namjoon quickly steps into his pants, cock still hard against his leg, and looks back at the girls. His eyes are dark.

“You all did fine, go back to sleep.”

With that he exits the room and storms up the stairs. When he reaches his private quarters, Namjoon slams the door shut behind him, feet gluing to the floor a few steps inside the room. His eyes lock on the spot where he’d first saw you—hands bound above your head, body bare and utterly perfect.

Hand sneaking beneath the band of his pants, his palm strokes his cock, breath turning shaky as he recalls his memory of that day. Your ass, your lips—the way your pussy had felt around his cock. The way you’d obeyed him yet had made sure to retain your independence with wit, and the thought of your snarky words alone has a growl building in his throat, wrists twisting and his eyes fluttering shut.

He recalls your slicked thighs and quivering muscles as he’d touched you, and his teeth grind, dick aching under his touch. The temptation of your wet, warm walls enclosing him and taking him so wonderfully is what sends him over the edge, a gravelly curse sneaking past his lips as he cums in his own palm, the white substance accidentally painting the inside of his pants as well.

Eyes reopening, Namjoon stares down at himself, eyes burning maroon as confused anger passes through his skull. He doesn’t remember the last time he got off like this—like a blushing virgin boy, jacking off to fantasies in his head. He’s always had people to service him—to do his bidding, to take care of his needs. And the girls eat him up, truly. A chance to pleasure the Devil—what lower level, horny demon would pass the opportunity up?

But now they’re not enough for him, and it’s frustrating to realize that he wants you. God, you of all people—a random demon he hadn’t even known about until two weeks ago. But…fuck, something about you has him yearning for more…

“Fuck,” he growls, running his unsoiled hand through his hair. Namjoon walks forward and steps out of his pants, discarding his shirt on the bathroom floor as he strides into the white-tiled room, hand reaching out to start the shower.

He wants you but he’s not sure if you want to see him again. After all, he’d taken you under his mercy, even if you had enjoyed it (at least judging by the way your body had reacted).

But why should he care about the way you feel? He’s the Devil, he can have what he wants.

So, attempting to push his worries aside, writing it off as an emotion he shouldn’t need to bother with (even though the question of: do you want him like he wants you? remains), Namjoon steps into the steaming shower and decides that the next time you come to his mind he won’t hold back. He’ll come and find you.

Darkness descends upon Hell, the artificial sun fading away. The sky changes shade as the ball in the sky fades from yellow to dimmed white, craters appearing on its surface—a little feature added to mimic the look of Earth’s moon.

Namjoon has always been interested in Earthlings and the way that their world functions, Jungkook muses, nursing the glass of juice the bar tender had passed him. Well—half juice, the other half is vodka, but he hates to drink it straight. He typically despises being teased by his hyungs as the youngest, yet in this instance he’ll resign to his younger age. Sweet drinks are still his favorite.

Taking a swig of the concoction, Jungkook’s eyes shift sideways, head turning as he survey’s the laden bar. Most of the patrons he knows briefly on a name or face basis. It’s his job as the 3rd level guardian to know those he needs to keep tabs on.

However, mixed into the crowd are unfamiliar faces as well—people who are likely from Hoseok or Jimin’s level. It’s rare that anyone from Jin’s or Taehyung’s levels ever comes up for a visit, and typically the high class demons of Namjoon’s domain stay mingled amongst their own rank. And, of course, people from Yoongi’s dusty basement don’t get out much either, or…ever, really.

Sighing, Jungkook turns on his stool and takes another mouthful of his drink. Slyly, his eyes glance to the corner of the room where you and your friends are sitting, chatting away about one thing or another.

A couple days after Namjoon had deposited you back home, you had bumped into Jungkook, slapping your hand against his chest angrily at the way he had treated you before. Jungkook had laughed, taking your hand into his own and bringing it to his lips, apologizing for his actions. “It was too much fun,” he’d said, which had earned him another smack, and then…an invitation for lunch. To talk.

You had wanted to know about Namjoon—what he would do next, if he would come for you again. Jungkook hadn’t been able to supply you with much of an answer. He had no idea how Namjoon would act from here on. To his knowledge, nothing like this had ever happened before. Sure, Namjoon had found plenty of girls over the ages to take into his bed for one night only, but…this was different. That’s what Jungkook sensed from the situation. And his suspicions had only been confirmed when you had—

Oh, and do you know what this is??” you had asked him, looking around with slightly flushed cheeks before you’d lifted up your shirt, revealing the small, shattered black circle on your ribs.

In speed unmatched Jungkook had immediately reached over, tugging your shirt back in place, his face so close to yours that you had seen the shock in his eyes.

“That’s the Devil’s mark,” he had said, sounding baffled, his voice quiet as he had fallen back into his seat. “I mean…it’s the guardians mark—we each have one—

Pushing a bit of energy into his palm, Jungkook made his own circular black mark appear.

“What…is it?” you had asked, and Jungkook had bit his lips, brows furrowing.

“It basically…is claim? Well–,” he quickly made to amend his phrasing. “The guardians use these circles as a way to keep track of the people we especially…want to keep an eye on. The mark allows us to sense any extreme emotions—pain, sadness, happiness…ecstasy…

Your eyes had widened, arms crossing over your chest, and Jungkook had stared back at you, unsure what to say.

“So it’s basically a leash.”

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Let’s Start Here (NSFW)

Read on AO3.

Summary: Your breath hitched. No one had ever seen you without clothing before. “O-oh…” you said. “B-but…”

“Shh.” He tugged at your top, and another button popped open. “Go on. Do the next one.”

You weren’t sure what to expect or what to feel–the most you’d ever done was daydream about holding Kylo Ren’s hand. Never kissing. Never stripping. Never…

“Mm.” The corner of his lip quirked. “Keep going.”

Words: 6300

Warnings: EXTREME innocence kink, Medic!Reader, virginity loss, praise kink

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: This is a work crafted especially for one of my favorite humans and smol beans, @kylooppa. We’ve bonded frequently over our mutual love for innocence kink, and I decided to take this to the next rational level. I hope you enjoyed it, boo–I love you so much.

And I hope the rest of you enjoyed it, too! Thank you!

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bts// rough sex


  seokjin was always more of the soft and gentle type when is came to sex. but when you got him mad- that whole persona changed. restraints, spanking and a lot of dirty talk. 

“you’ve been a bad girl y/n.” he would sneer at you from the botton of the bed where he stood shirtless, a belt in his hand. “and bad girls dont get to cum”

your naked form would be slightly out of breath and shaking from the almost orgasm jin had given you. just before you reached your climax, he pulled his long fingers, covered in your juices, from your soaked core.

now, as jin walked to the right side of the bed, the belt still in hand, your eyes twinkled in excitement and a smirk played along your lips. 

“turn around y/n, its time for your other part of your punsihment.” jin said and smacked the belt acros his palm. 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


  yoongi loves rough sex. you guys had only had somewhat gentle sex twice. the first time it was soft because it was  your first time together, and it had to be special. the second time was when you were feeling insecure about yourself and yoongi needed to show you just how beautiful you were. 

yoongi loves doggy style, its his favourite position because he loves your ass. he loves watching the way it jiggles when he pounds extra hard into you and the red marks from his hands practically glowing on your skin. 

what he loves most about rough sex are your moans. the way they go somewhat high pitched when he hits that extra sensitve spot in you. or the way you moan his name and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you finally cum. 

“thats it kitten, moan my name.” 

Originally posted by 2ndmochi


 sweat literally dripped off you both as hoseok pounded into you. the two of you watched the way his hard cock, that was covered in your juices and sallvia, slid so easily into your pussy through the reflection of the mirror. 

in the reflection of the mirror you locked eyes, lust and love were swarming your pupils. both of your hair looked crazy and your skin was almost as red as a tomato from the heat you were giving off. you would say that you yourself looked like an complete mess, but he, he still looked so  god damned perfect. 

his hands tighten on your waist to go even faster into you. both of your knees becoming a bit sore of the position you were in. 

“hm, you like this baby? you like watching sir beat your pussy?” he asked, his voice deep as he concentrated on  your face through the reflection. 

“yes sir, i love it.” you moaned out the answer, pushing your body to the same rythm as he was going, making the pleasure increase.

Originally posted by parkjewook


  namjoon was basically the king at rough sex. he lived by rough sex- the way your breaths became uneven and mixed together, and the way you were so fucking submissive for him. 

the word daddy constantly rolled out of your little mouth as he worked his magic on you. a few times you almost said namjoon, but quickly caught yourself because you couldnt bare him to stop finger fucking you.

his fingers always reached the best parts in you.

there were finger prints on your neck from his choking you almost too hard, and your hair was  basically glued to your forehead from sweat.

namjoon looked down at your beautiful fucked out body that was sprawled across the messy bed and chuckled.

“tired already baby? daddy hasn’t even started yet.” 

Originally posted by wanna-be-korean-unicorn


  everytime you guys fucked, marks covered your entire body. some were from his mouth, some were from his hands, and some were from the restraints he used to tie you up. 

his hands would slid down the sides of your warm body as he bit harshly onto your neck, starting his usual teasing. when he would be content with the markings on your neck, he would move down to your breasts and begin nipping and sucking on your nipples.  

jimin would then slid his tongue down stomach and stop at your inner thighs, starting to suck and bite there before slapping them and your already soaked pussy.

when he goes on tour, he loves when you send him pictures of his markings, and gets disappointed when he sees that some are fading away a little too quickly. 

“dont worry princess, ill see you again soon and leave even worse marks on you.”

Originally posted by 9taefox


taehyung makes sure to pound into you hard. so hard that you’re practically begging him to stop- and he loves the sound of you begging. 

he makes you beg for his dick to be inside of you. he makes you beg for him to stop teasing you with the tip of his dick or the slight touch of his fingers. 

“come on babe, i know you want my cock to be deep inside of you, so let me here it.” 

everytime he pounds into you, your entire body moves forward from the impact. your moans letting him know how much youre  enjoying being fucked so rough.

taehyung knows that he fucked you rough enough when you can barely walk the next day. the way you stumble around the apartment in his oversized shirt and a playful glare on your face makes him want to fuck you even more.

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs


when you and jungkook first met, both of you guys were virgins. so for the first few months your sex life was very vanilla. 

over time you guys became very comfortable with eachother and started trying new things in the bedroom. this consisted of dirty talk, blindfolds and even some choking. 

jungkook wasnt sure about choking at first but soon came to love the image of his hand wrapped around you throat. 

his hips relentessly pounding into you as his kept his head by your ear to whisper dirty things into your ear.

“do you like the way i fill you up y/n? tell me how much you love it.” he would ask and demand, your hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark brown knotted hair and tugging. 

“god y/n, your so good.” he would moan out as you climaxed together. 

Originally posted by roselstra

Last Night

Originally posted by dceus

Prompt: can you do one where the reader is Tony’s daughter but he doesn’t know the reader and peter are together and he tries to set he reader up with a close friend or whatever and Peter gets jealous ??

Word Count: 1,793

A/N: Written by Claire xx

Your name: submit What is this?

You wake up with your neck aching and your hand resting on something soft and warm. As your eyes slowly open and register your surroundings, you find yourself looking at the piles of books that you and Peter had abandoned during the night. Speaking of Peter, you were half tucked into his side, his slow breathing dusting the side of your neck.

You smiled softly, sitting up to move the books off of your bed and snuggle deeper into Peter, wrapping your arms around him and surrounding yourself with his warm scent.

The alarm comes on what feels like seconds later, jolting the two of you awake. Peter groans, rubbing his eyes. You’re already sitting up again, slamming your hand on the alarm to stop the obnoxious beeping as your heart rate begins to return to normal.

“What time is it?” He moaned, halfway through a yawn.

“Um,” you checked the clock. “6:30. You better get out of here before my dad gets up.”

Peter curses, beginning to gather his books from the floor and running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. You took a moment to appreciate him; the rising sun through the window painted him multiple shades of gold and his messy hair waved over his forehead. His voice was low with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way he looked at you.

“I really didn’t mean to crash here last night, sorry Y/N.” You were already rolling his comments off.

“Oh, please, you know I never mind.” You grinned at him, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.

Your smile was reciprocated on his face. “What time did we even fall asleep last night?”

You began tying your hair up, thinking back to the previous night. The last thing you remembered was leaning against the palm of your hand as your eyes began to shut with exhaustion, Peter’s fingers absentmindedly twisting a strand of your hair, listening to the gentle sound of his voice as he talked you through the equation again. “I have no idea.”

The sound of a door shutting heightened awareness in both of you as you exchanged wide-eyed looks. “I really gotta get out of here.” Peter finished cramming the last of his things into his backpack, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning to leave. You grabbed his wrist before he could leave, pulling him in for a sweet kiss before pressing your forehead to his.

“I had a nice time last night, Parker.”

“I’ll see you at school, Y/N. But now I really have to go, you know I don’t want to but if Tony Stark catches me in his daughter’s bedroom this early in the morning, we’ll have some problems.”

You laughed, pushing his chest away. “I’ll see you later, Spiderman.”

The last thing you saw before Peter’s head disappeared behind your door was his blinding smile, dimples and all, before he was gone.

By the time you came into the kitchen, coffee was already waiting for you on the counter. Your father was seated, scrolling through the news on his tablet. “Late morning, Y/N?” He didn’t even have to look up.

You grimaced. “Yeah, big science test today. I stayed up to study.” You sipped your coffee, reaching to grab cereal from the cabinet.

“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” You freeze, looking questioningly at him.


“The Thompson’s are coming over tonight, we have to talk business but they have a son for you to entertain.”

You made a face. “Entertain?”

Your father shrugged at you, his familiar boyish smile tugging at his lips. “One way or another, he needs to be distracted. I’ve heard he grew into quite a handsome young man, who knows what could happen?”

“Dad…” You groan, nudging his shoulder with yours. Ever since you had asked him to not be opposed to the idea of you dating, he had done a complete 180 and insisted on “looking out” for you everywhere he could, doing everything short of designing your dating profile.

If only he knew that you were dating possibly the only boy that he wouldn’t want you to date.


The dinner was going fine, if not achingly slowly. Harry, the son that was supposedly your age, turned out to be a year older. He was actually quite good-looking, with strong features, and might even have been your type if he hadn’t had all the personality of wet cardboard. He didn’t seem to really want to discuss anything with you other than his mission trip to Haiti and his future in his father’s business, but he smiled along nicely enough to hear your own ideas on what you wanted to do after school.

After dinner, Tony took Harry’s parents into his study for “adult mumbo jumbo”, as he so fondly referred to it, leaving you and Harry in the living room alone. You wanted desperately to take off the unfortunate heels you had chosen for the occasion, but Harry’s stiff gaze didn’t quite make you feel comfortable enough to do so.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You suggested, your cheeks almost hurting from the smile you had glossed over it. You were desperate to avoid struggling through more discussion.

“Yes, I would love that. Do you have any documentaries you would like to watch?”

You half thought he was joking, but his choice of a political documentary about George W. Bush’s presidency proved you wrong. You weren’t sure if it was your late night with Peter catching up to you, or just the nature of your ever-so-boring company, but you felt yourself becoming more and more exhausted.

When the doorbell rang, you were more than excited to answer. “I’ll get it!” You announced, although Harry hardly glanced at you and you weren’t entirely sure who else would answer it. You checked the monitor on your way to the door and were surprised to find your boyfriend on the screen.

You swung the door open excitedly, already feeling your mood brighten at the thought of even a few minutes in Peter’s company.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” You felt frenzied, almost too excited to have an excuse to leave Harry.

“Oh, uh, I was just testing these for your dad and he said I could drop them off today, I just got off work.” Peter held up a bag, presumably of new tech for his suit. “What’s the occasion?” His eyes roamed over your makeup, stronger than it had been at school, and the dress and heels you were wearing.

“Are those my gifts I hear?” Your dad’s voice rang from behind you. “Ah, yes, Mr. Parker, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

You stepped aside so Peter could come in, finding yourself facing the Thompsons and Harry as well. Peter set the bag down, surveying the scene before him.

“Right! How rude of me. Angela, Brian, this is Peter Parker, one of my scientists in training.” Tony addressed Harry’s parents, although you’d never heard him introduce Peter like that. “Peter, this is the Thompson family.”

Harry stepped forward, his posture admirably straight. “I’m Harry Thompson, please to meet you.” His hand gripped Peter’s so intensely that you cringed from your position. “I take it you and Y/N are friends as well.”

Everyone’s eyes went to you, and you felt an involuntary blush warming your cheeks.

“Yes, Y/N and Peter are good friends from school.” Tony’s smile brightened just a bit. “You know, Harry, I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind making other close friends, if you’re interested.”

Harry nodded. “Noted, sir.” You made immediate eye contact with Peter, trying your best to express how little you wanted Harry to be your “friend”. He was chewing the inside of his cheek, staring at the ground like he was trying not to draw attention to the sting of being called just your friend. You felt it too.

It didn’t take long for your father to use his social prowess to escort the entire group out at the night drew to a close. By the time the door shut, his entire face shifted.

“Dear lord, could those people be any drier?”

Had he made that comment any earlier in the evening, you would’ve laughed in relief and agreed heartily, but all you could think of was getting to Peter and explaining.

“Yeah, although I just remembered that a friend borrowed my notes and I really need them back before tomorrow, I’m just going to go grab them okay? Thanks, Dad.” You spoke so quickly that you weren’t even sure he knew what you said, but he waved you off.

“Oh, and Y/N?” You stopped just short of the door, turning to face him. “I’m one of the world’s most famous geniuses. Give me a little credit with the excuses, okay? Just don’t come back really late from wherever you’re actually going.”

You smiled at him. “I won’t.”


The drive to Peter’s seemed to be much faster than you remembered, but soon enough you found yourself standing on his stoop, your knuckles rapping on the door. He answered in his pajamas, clearly confused to find you there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Peter, let me explain, I-”

“Oh yes, please do explain to me how I seemed to have interrupted quite the little date between you and some other guy tonight. I’d love to hear it.” You winced at the hurt in his voice. “Look, Y/N, what’s th-”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You surged forward, your hands seizing around his shoulders and pulling him in for a strong kiss. His hands tightened on your waist, and you almost began to lose yourself before reminding yourself what you had to say.

You broke it off, looking straight into Peter’s eyes. “Tonight was one of the most boring nights of my entire life, Peter. I was thinking about you the whole night, I couldn’t wait until Harry left so I could text you literal direct quotes of all the terribly boring things he said to me.” Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your lips. “Peter, I-”

He kissed you before you could say anything else, his hands buried in your hair. You eagerly retaliated, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. He ended the kiss, grinning ear to ear.

“I want to tell your dad about us.”

You laughed, pulling him closer. “Well, if you would let me finish, I was just getting there, Parker. I want to tell him too. He loves you and I can’t imagine why he would turn this down.”

You almost didn’t get to finish your sentence before he was kissing you again.

It’s Always the Quiet One

What would Peter be like with an Gf that’s like an unexpected tease? Like she seems quiet and innocent but she also will send him flirty pics and whisper freaky shit to him in casual settings.

“I think they’re cute together,” Sam laughed as he and Natasha watched the two teenagers in the living room try to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in their mouth.

“Shut it, Sam,” Natasha growled. Sam only grinned, he knew he was getting on her nerves, that was the point of the game. The team’s youngest members were in a relationship and had been for several months. The news was just getting out to the rest of the team though.

“Does Cap know yet?” Sam smiled, hoping to God that he didn’t so he could tell Steve that Tony’s Spider-kid was dating his little Angel.

“No, he’s still out in Belarus,” Natasha glared holes into the back of Peter’s head.

“And Tony?”

“He knows. He knew a month ago and he’s hiding in his workshop. He thinks I don’t know where he is.”

“Natasha they’re kids,” Sam sighed trying to calm her down. He really didn’t see what the big deal was. Yes, Peter was a little annoying, and Y/N was totally out of his league but he knew Peter was a good kid.

“Do you remember being a teenage boy?” Natasha asked, her voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, but I don’t think Spiderling has it in him honestly. He’s a little nerd,” Sam shrugged.

“It’s always the boys you don’t expect, the nice ones that weasel their way into your heart and make you feel something only to never call back after they have sex with you.”

“Well damn, Nat. Who hurt you?!” Sam turned to look at Natasha incredulously. She glared back at him, malevolence rolling off of her in thick waves, “Alright, alright. Say Peter does all that, where’s he gonna go, Nat. He can’t just disappear and he’s an Avenger. He’s going to be stuck right here with you.”

She seemed to relax a little with that, “I would crush his head between my thighs like an egg.”

“And you trained Y/N. Don’t you think you did a good enough job that she’ll be fine.”

Natasha relaxed a little bit more, “She’d punch a hole through his face.”

“See? Now can you calm down and just enjoy how ridiculous they are together?”

She sighed, “Y/N looks so happy.”

“Doesn’t she… Now I just have to calm Steve down when he gets back,” Sam shook his head and walked away.

Peter tossed popcorn at you and you caught it expertly in your mouth. You threw one at him and it just hit him in the face.

“How are you so good at that?” he groaned, frustrated by his constant failure.

“I’ve got a particularly skilled mouth,” you wagged your eyebrows as you said this, watching Peter’s face as he blushed.

“Stop it, if someone hears you, they’re gonna think I’m some kind of horndog.”

“Oh if only they knew who the real horndog is in this relationship,” you laughed tossing more popcorn at him.

“They wouldn’t believe it,” Peter frowned, “they’d probably blame me.”

“Yep they’d blame you for turning their little angel into a freak,” you murmured.

“Don’t say that!” He freaked out, “You know, I miss when you were just the sweet girl with healing powers, Y/N.”

“No you don’t,” you scoffed, “Because that girl wouldn’t send you beautiful pictures of herself while you’re with Mr. Stark.”

“Exactly! She wouldn’t do that! Do you have any idea how distracting that is? How am I supposed to think about anything else all day?”

“That’s not my problem Spidey,” you grinned before stuffing a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

The next day, Steve came back to the tower. Natasha woke you up early to meet him at the hangar. You stood beside her still in your pajamas nearly bouncing with excitement. Steve was like a father to you. He found you when you were young, took you in, and raised you as his own. The moment he stepped of the jet you ran to him with open arms. As always he dropped what he had in his hands to catch you as you jumped in his arms.

“You have to tell me when I get too big for this,” You laughed as he hugged you tightly.

“You’ll never be too big. You’re gonna be thirty and I’m still gonna hug you like this.”

“I’ll hold you to it, old man.”

He eventually put you back on your feet and you began your usual rapid fire questionnaire about his physical health. He seemed fine, save a few scratches and bruises. You waited in the kitchen for him while he showered so you could tell him all about your adventures in the months you’d been gone… but most importantly to tell him you were dating Peter before someone else could. Sam sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge.

“So you’re gonna tell him, right?” he asked glancing back at you.

“Of course I am. If I don’t you’ll just rat me out anyway,” you huffed.

“Mind if I stand somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop?” Sam smirked.

“Yes I mind.”

“Too bad,” he grabbed a drink out of the fridge then disappeared.

“You are so nosey,” you grumbled, knowing he could hear you. A few minutes later, Steve joined you in the kitchen.

“Alright, catch me up.”

You caught him up on everything that had happened, like how Tony blew up the workshop on accident and you almost died but Peter saved you. Natasha then chased Tony through the tower until she cornered him and punched him so hard in the arm that he still has the bruise- it happened the day after Steve left. You also told him about how Sam almost cut through his finger trying to slice a cucumber. You decided to casually mention your relationship status in the middle of all the chaos.

“Tony found out that I’m dating Peter and he told everyone, then Wanda nearly fell of the roof but the Iron Man bots-”

“Wait, back up. What was that about Peter,” Steve had been making breakfast while you talked but now he was still, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

You cleared your throat nervously, “Tony found out that Peter and I are dating… and he told everyone… so now I’m telling you.”

“That means you were dating him in secret before Tony found out.” he turned around slowly to look at you. He was giving you his stern Captain America face. You were definitely in trouble.

“Yes, sir, I was,” you nodded, it was best to be extra respectful when he got like this. Any slip-up could mean a two hour lecture on respect and safety and responsibility.

“For how long?”

“Five months,” you whispered.

“Five months?! You can barely keep a secret for five minutes how’d you manage it for five months.”

“Well you guys were away a lot and you’ve been looking for your friend so it was kind of easy. And we agreed I could date now so I’m not breaking any rules.”

“But you should have told me!”

“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t want to tell anyone before I told you, but when you were home I didn’t really wanna ruin the time together, and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing to tell you over phone-,” you rambled quickly.

“I get it,” he sighed. He was silent for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose and thought about things, “So Peter.”

“Yes. He’s really good to me, Steve. Like really good.”

“Is that a euphemism for something-”

“No! I just mean he’s nice and gentlemanly and there’s no need to go beat him up.”

“Fine. I’m assuming Natasha already sat you down and gave you… the talk.”

You thought back to that surprisingly okay conversation. She didn’t try to scare you with pictures of diseased genitalia or preach about abstinence, she told you what you needed to know to be safe.

“Yes, she did.”

“Good…would you go get Peter. I just want to talk to him.”

“Steve, you never want to ‘just talk’ to anyone,” you groaned.

“No I actually want to talk. You’d just be mad at me otherwise.”

“That’s right. I would hold a grudge for years.”

“Yeah, yeah, go get him.”

You hurried off to go get Peter from Tony’s workshop. The moment you said Steve wanted to talk to him, he turned about as white as a sheet. Tony wished him good luck and sent him out of the door. You tried to prepare Peter as much as you could, but you knew all of your assurances were futile. No matter what you said, there was a good chance Steve was going to kick his ass.

Peter sat at the breakfast bar, right across from Steve. You took up Steve’s abandoned task of making breakfast while they talked.

“Look, son, you know why you’re here,” Steve began. You stirred a big bowl of pancake batter.

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded.

“Now I trust, Y/N’s judgement, and I know as far as kids go you’re a good one.”

“Thank you-”

“I’m not done. I don’t trust you though, not with her.”

You knew from the tone of Steve’s voice that both you and Peter were off the hook so you decided to mess with your boyfriend. You poured some batter on the griddle to cook then grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter then turned around. Peter was facing you, if he peered over Steve’s shoulder he could see you just fine. Steve’s back was to you, and he was concentrating on threatening Peter’s life. You caught Peter’s eye as you peeled the banana. He gave you a look full of suspicion and rightly so, he knew you well. You took to licking the tip of the banana and Peter gave you a look of disappointment. When you didn’t get the response you wanted you slowly put the length of the banana in your mouth. Peter blushed despite keeping his mask of disappointment on his face.

“Son, are you listening to me?” Steve demanded and Peter refocused.

“Yes. I understand.” Peter visibly tried to keep his eyes off of you as you defiled that poor fruit and he tried to just keep thinking about how ridiculous you were. He kept chanting to himself, “It’s not hot, it’s stupid. It’s not hot, it’s stupid. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” As he thought this mantra Sam walked in behind him so you had to quickly turn around and attend to the pancakes on the griddle. Peter held in laughter at your quick save.

“Is something funny?” Steve demanded.

“Nothing’s funny, sir.”

Sam left back out and you were back at it again. You took the banana in as far as you could, made eye contact with Peter once more before biting the fruit and chewing. Peter smiled internally at you as you chewed, looking like a little chipmunk. You were ridiculous and he loved you for it.

“Do I make myself clear?” Steve ended.

Peter nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Steve nodded to himself then turned towards you. When he did so Peter made a face at you to let you know you were in trouble. You smiled a little at him as he went back to Tony’s workshop.

Later on, when Steve was taking a nap Peter decided to exact his revenge. You stood in the living room looking through Tony’s old records when Peter simply picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Peter,” you laughed, beating on his back playfully. He took you away from the common room wordlessly. Eventually you gave up and just settled for hitting his butt like some bongos while you waited for him to put you down. You recognized the familiar path, he was taking you to his room.

“If Steve wakes up, he’s gonna kick your butt,” you said in a sing songy voice.

“I’ll take my chances,” he scoffed, you both knew Steve was dead to the world and would be for the next four hours. He stepped into his room, kicked the door closed and tossed you carelessly on the bed. Before you even had a chance to stop bouncing he was holding your hands above your head and tickling you mercilessly.

“Why are you such a tease?” he laughed as your laughter filled the room, “I want an apology, Y/N.”

“Never!” you yelled back.

“Then I’m never letting you go,” he spoke back as he continued his attack on your sides. When tears were in your eyes, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much you gave in.

“Alright, I’m sorry!”

He stopped, “For what?”

“For teasing you.”

“And you’ll never do it again?”

“Well what fun would that be, Peter.”

“None at all,” he smiled as he leaned down and kissed you, “How do you have the Avengers so fooled?”
“Because I’m quiet and sweet.Don’t I taste sweet, Peter?”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, “It’s always the quiet one’s who get you.” he mumbled against your lips.

~Mod Lillian

Mr. Hemmings

You let your head whip around and lock eyes with Luke, his eyes now letting tears fall as he holds his daughter in his arms as chaos goes on around him. In that moment you just wanted to be in his arms, pressing continuous kisses along his face, trying to wipe away every little crease in his forehead and worries in his life. But you couldn’t you just continue to walk further and further away from him, only making his heart break with each step.

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

Words: 5.5k

Rating: R


A/N: hope you enjoy! and continue to send in some more requests and ideas! also, thank you to everyone for helping me reach 4k!

part one | part two

Everything changed when those words left your mouth that night. Every little aspect of your life became hidden away and has been tossed and turned around since those letters that are locked together spewed out of your mouth and to the musty atmosphere that night.

Now your whole entire world revolved around Luke, Jocelyn, and school. You spent most of your time around their house so you mostly spent it by Jocelyn’s side, either playing with her or teaching her little things. When it came to Luke, you were always there to comfort him and give him the affection that he deserves, every night you were under him, letting him pleasure the deepest and most sincere parts of your body as you let kiss after kiss and words after words spew out of your lips about how amazing and perfect he was. He would always say the same back to you. You both grew closer together; you learned more about him as he did with you. He knows all of your secrets, thoughts, and what keeps you up during the night, and vice versa.

Now with school, you were so hesitant and scared about with. You were afraid to leave Luke and Jocelyn behind as you headed off to college, your mind would be so busy focusing on your courses and making new friends that you always got scared of the fact on what a toll it would have on the little girl and grown man that you love so deeply. You knew that you weren’t going to live on campus because your mom did not have the money for that, and you sure as hell know you’re not going to be moving out anytime soon, but you were so scared on what will happen when school does start up again and you have to leave. Luke always told you that you’ll be fine and that he’ll take care of everything and that things will be alright, but ever since you got into the picture everything has been so easy and perfect since you came along. Sure, you would be able to see them on the weekends, and if you were lucky you would also be able to see them during the week also but you wouldn’t know. And you don’t know, and that’s what you’re so scared about.

But all you do is take a deep breath and take it day by day and minute by minute. You live in the moment and try to keep yourself organize and remain calm as the summer begins to come to an end and back to school commercials start to play constantly on radios and TV’s. You just take it with ease and grace as best as you can.

When Luke saw your disoriented and frustrated self he knew that he needed to you get your mind off of school since that was the biggest thing ticking you off, so he suited up Jocelyn and himself and brought you all to the movies to go see a late night screening of Moana. To say you were happy was an understatement, Luke bought you as many snacks and candies as you and Jocelyn wanted, he let you both run around the arcade and play numerous games, he even let you beat him five times in air hockey, which you were so crappy in but he let you win nevertheless.

You were smiling from ear to ear when the movie was finished and Luke had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your hand was in Jocelyn’s. This day was just going absolutely amazing and you knew just the perfect way to end it.  

“How about you get ready for bed and I’ll put Jocelyn down for the night,” You say, smiling at Luke as you begin to undo the little girl’s shoes in your arms as she was slumped against your shoulder, out like a light.

“Okay, thanks a lot babe,” Luke says while leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your warm cheek. You just smile at him before shooing him off and kicking off your shoes before hurrying to get Jocelyn to bed.

It took longer then you expected to get Jocelyn’s tired body to get ready for bed, her slumped out frame was difficult to get into her pink unicorn pajamas in and you could barely keep her head straight when trying to brush her teeth and comb through her hair. It was a hassle but you got through with it, you gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in nice and tight before making your way over to the night light to switch it on.

When you got up from the ground, your eyes looking around the pink coloured room to make sure everything was in place, you walked over to the door before you hear a sluggish ‘wait’ trail out of the little girl’s mouth. A small smile tugged at the ends of your lips as you walked over to her tossed figure and bend down.

“Yes Jojo?” You whisper while leaning forward and pressing your lips against her forward, your hand raising up and taking a stray hair way from her face.

“A-Are you like?” She mumbles, eyes still shut as her lips begin to drool with spit; you roll your eyes before using your sleeve of your cardigan and wiping it away.

“What am I like?” You remark, your eyebrows rising as you begin to pet her hair.

“Are you l-like my mom now?” She asks, her words slurring a bit.

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Daddy? Are You in Love with Prince Charming?

Written for Sterek Week 2017 (and for my darling bud @halesstiles who’s having a bad day, hope you enjoy babe <3)

On AO3

Summary: Derek takes his daughter Erica to Disneyland for the first time to celebrate her 8th birthday. The last thing he was expecting was to find the most beautiful guy he has ever seen dressed as prince charming.

Erica has been a bundle of restless energy and flying golden curls ever since they left the house.

Not like he could blame her, she’s been excitedly waiting for this day since she first learned what Disneyland was. He was planning on taking her a lot sooner than her 8th birthday but with everything that happened with Kate and their battle for custody of Erica after the divorce, there wasn’t much chance to plan a trip to Disneyland.

Now though, after everything was lawfully settled between him and Kate and he has full custody of Erica, it seemed like the perfect time to take the much needed vacation. Especially with Erica’s 8th birthday taking place tomorrow.

When they finally arrived at the resort Erica was practically jumping out of her skin with excitement and pleading Derek to go to the water park inside the resort.

It took less than 5 seconds for Derek to begrudgingly agree.

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Deadly Sins- Lust & Wrath

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: SEX then Peter, the Reader, MJ and Ned go to a club that just opens up. Something happens to the Reader causing a violent side to come out of him.

Warnings: Peter’s sweet in the streets but a freak in the sheets. Yes there will be a lot of swearing cause I mean Tom swears IRL and I swear a lot so whatever. SEX. BDSM: Cuffs & Peter DOM . Mega warning for a small bit of sexual assault happens to the reader. ANGST.

Read the P.s before reading.

Word Count: 1,500+

A/N: Made the photo edit myself.


[Reader’s POV]

    Tonight was definitely needed. Peter,Ned,MJ and I were going out to a club that just opened up. Peter had a stressful day at training and I got his friends to meet us at the club. I thought it would be a good surprise for him since he hasn’t seen them in a while. 

     You were getting ready in front of your vanity dresser. The huge mirror being a plus so you didn’t have to bend over or sit down. Your body was covered by a black  dress that had a cut in the side exposing your left side. A pair of Louis Vuitton heels on. Your hair was curled and styled, now it was time to finish your makeup.

“Kitten, you look so good” Peter’s voice comes up from behind you. His eyes look at your body in the mirror. You always felt like prey with him in the bedroom. He always pinned you against counters or the bed. He’s taken you in all of the rooms of our apartment.

    His hands slide down your body to your core. A small moan escapes you as you drop your mascara tube. Kisses were pressed against your exposed neck. His touch made your knees buckle a bit.

“P-Peter.. I’m getting ready” I gasp as his teeth nip at my skin. His eyes meet yours in the mirror. The eye contact felt electrifying..

“You going to be a good girl and let me take you with your cuffs on?” Peter’s eyes darkening with arousal. He reaches into the drawer pulling out your cuffs. Your eyes glued to the cuffs he had custom made for you. 

“We’re going to be-”

“I asked you if you were going to be a good girl?” his hand smacking your ass hard. Peter grabs your hands putting them in the cuffs and buckling them together in front you. He grabs the lock that has yours and Peter’s initials on it. Clicking the lock on the cuffs he locks it with the key from his necklace.

“Yes sir, I’m going to be a good girl” I say in desperation rubbing my ass against his bulge. A low moan slips out from Peter. The sounds of pleasure he made my knees buckle a bit.

“God I need you so badly” he groans taking you to the bed then reaching to unzip his pants. You squeeze your thighs together from the growing need you have. He parts your legs settling himself in between them.

“P-Peter.. Please” I gasp out in need feeling the tip tease my entrance. His lip is taken in by his teeth, a groan coming out as he slides into you.

“You’re so wet Angel” he moans into your ear pulling your body close to him. Peter’s thrusts started getting faster and harder. Moans filled the air as he claimed you.

“P-Peter” I whimper out feeling his thumb rub circles on my clit. Totally forgetting everything else as I tilt my head back. His pelvis slamming into mine causing moans to pour out of me.

“You’re my girl got that? Don’t you ever forget that” He kisses your collarbones as he rubs your clit slower.

“Can I please be on top sir?” I ask batting my eyelashes at him. He looks up at you from kissing in-between the valley of your breasts. You hook your finger under his chin to pull him up the best you could being cuffed. He snakes his arms around you rolling to the side with him still inside you. Now you’re on top with legs on either side of him.

  Sitting up so now he’s eye level with you. Him being dominant having to see your face in pleasure. Peter’s hands grip your ass making you whimper. Raising your bound hands you put them behind his head. Now his head is in between your forearms. You were surprised he didn’t take your arms off and put them behind you.

“c’mon Angel, focus on your King” you smiled at your pet name. One of the many names he called you. He pulls you closer kissing your lips in a passionate  heated kiss. A whimper comes out as he smacks your as you’re slowly going up and down on his cock. Your pace picking up causing whimpers to come out of you.

“oh fuck, you’re so deep Peter” you moan out resting your forehead against his. Feeling his cock hit that one spot that made your stomach tighten. His eyes bore into yours as he started moving his hips up quickly.

“fuckk you’re squeezing me so tightly, g-gonna cum” he gasps looking down at your connected parts.His hand smacks your ass harder gripping it tightly after.

“Pl-please let me cum sir, p-please!” I cry out as my legs start shaking more. His thumb moving quicker on your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“C-cum for me Angel” he groans as his thrusts get slower.  Your bodies rocking together making the headboard thud against the wall. He kisses your neck sucking and biting as you came. A loud moan comes from Peter as he releases into you. You whimper from exhaustion as he lays back, your hands still around his neck.

    Kissing his jawline down to his neck. Marking his neck for later so girls know he’s yours. He let’s out a hum in content as his chest rises up and down quickly.You hear a click signaling you’ve been set free. You get off him pulling your bound wrist to your lap. Peter sits up helping you out of your confinements. 

“Now will you let me get ready?” I ask with a little laugh escaping me. Your hair is probably fucked up by now.

“Yes Angel you can, I definitely needed that tonight” he smiles standing up pulling his boxers on.

“Peter you practically have me every night” You laugh pulling down your dress fixing it. Looking at your reflection, surprisingly your hair wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“I do, because you’re mine” Peter states pulling you close giving you a kiss. 

“as you are mine” I say kissing him back feeling content.

“Now lets get ready okay? I’ll say we got held up with Mr. Stark” he lets out a laugh pulling out his phone.




“Ned I’m going to go and get some more drinks!” my words coming out slurred as I was watching Peter and MJ singing on stage. Ned gives you a thumbs up before you make your way towards the bar. You could feel eyes on you ,sure it would have been nice before when the single life was what you lived but now you’re with Peter.

“Can I get another tequila shot?” I ask the bartender leaning forward exposing my chest a bit.

“Two more on the house” the bartender winks filling up two shots for you.Free drinks is where it’s at. You could feel the buzz going through your whole body. A buzzing comes from your wrist causing you to look down. A message from Karen popped up on your Apple Watch you improved.

A few more drinks and you’re going to be completely drunk, be safe

“ Thank youuu” I smile quickly downing the shots. Looking over I see Peter getting off of the stage. He had a beer in his hand while MJ had a book in hers.

    Walking over you stumble a bit into some guys. The turn looking you up and down making you uneasy. One of them grabs your wrists as the others start pulling your body towards the exit. You try to scream for Peter but the music was too loud. Fear was the only thing coursing through your body now.

“W-why are you doing this?” I ask wincing at the tight grip on my wrists. The alcohol making the pain more intense. Struggling trying to let go but stopped once a gun was pointed at you.

“I got news that THE Spider-Man’s girlfriend was in my club, we could use her as leverage to get new stuff from his friend Stark.”

“Karen order Peter to come here I’m in -” a slap cutting me off mid sentence.

“I told you not to fucking speak bitch” The ring leader growls. Your face stung from how hard the slap was. It wasn’t your normal slap you get in the bedroom. This was the real world,the dangerous one.

    I felt my dress being pulled up causing me to whimper. Lifting my leg I try and slab the guy with my stilleto.My feet are kicked from underneath me making my body crash into the alley wall. Another slap makes blood fly out of my mouth.

“We teach bad girls a lesson” the one behind you says darkly.

“You’re going to regret even touching me!” I shout as his grimy hands rip your panties down your legs. Your heart drops to your stomach when your dress is lifted up above your ass.

[Peter’s POV]

Peter go here, Angel is in trouble” Karen’s voice fills your ear piece. Your girls nickname making your body tense. I tried looking around the club but I couldn’t see her anywhere. Following Karen’s directions it takes me right outside of the club. 

    Flicking my wrists my bracelets transform into web shooters. Swinging around to see a sight I never wanted to see. My angel was being taken by demons. Her cries filled the air as they took her. All I saw was red.

     Activating my taser webs I shoot a web wrapping it around both of the guys necks. Attaching the web to metal I set it off electrocuting them. Jumping down I web grenade the man who was taking my girl bent over a bin.  His body stuck to the wall I pull down her dress pulling her into my body. Her sobs filling my ears causing me to snap. I change the fluid to the acid shooting him in the mouth and eyes. 

“P-please don’t l-leave m-me alone a-again” My heart breaking as I hold her tight not letting go. Her body shaking as tears poured down her cheeks. All of a sudden cops fill the alley way as Tony lands in his suit looking at the situation.

“h-he ra-raped me Tony” she points over to the man struggling in the web grenade. 

“Police report will be sent from my HQ where my doctors are all you do is take pictures got that?!” Tony snaps making the cops flinch before scurrying to do evidence checks.

“c’mon love let’s go home yeah?” I ask holding her close to me. Tears kept pouring down as she wrapped her arms around me. Flicking my wrist I shoot a web at the closest building. The whole way home I had to hear her cry, a little piece of my heart breaking each time.

I’m going to make those guys pay no matter what.. No one makes an Angel cry, especially MY Angel

BTS Reactions - You live in an abusive household

Warning - May be upsetting to some readers

Your boyfriend has had some concerns about your home situation for a wile, and this time he’s finally had it. When you were over earlier in the day, he saw that you had a huge burn on your arm. You had tried to keep it a secret, but he insisted on looking at your arm when you kept wincing. All night he’s been pacing about the dorm, trying to think about what to do. He finally came to a conclusion after being urged by the other boys - he was coming over to make sure you’re okay.

When he got to your front door, he heard glass smashing and a muffled cry from inside, so he quickly found your spare key and let himself in. He runs in to find your father gripping your hair, and blood dripping from your face. You both hear your boyfriend stumble in, and your father and him lock eyes.

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(Requested by Anon)

When you heard the news that the love of our life was accepted into the confederate military, your heart nearly stopped.

Jasper Whitlock, your fiancé, was going off to war to become like the many men who risked their lives for the glory of war.

You couldn’t let him go alone, so you did the only thing you could think of doing.

You cut your hair, grabbed one of your father’s best outfits, and went to sign your name on the list of volunteer soldiers.

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there's a devil in your smile (that's chasing me)

♡♡♡ for bruna @suprcorp ♡♡♡

the high school au i took too long to write and it ended up being longer than i thought it would be.

basically: the one where kara is very much in love with lena just as lena is very much in love with kara & everything goes sort of wrong before it ends up right.

also on ao3

Kara wasn’t supposed to be in detention. It isn’t even her fault that she is here, no matter what the voice inside her head - which sounds suspiciously like Alex’s - is telling her.

She was just trying to help the poor kitten down from that tree. Everything was going okay and according to plan.

She climbed the tree, calmed the poor animal down and was opening her backpack so she could put him inside, that way she could climb down safely and as a normal human would, using both hands and decidedly not flying.

Naturally, everything started going downhill from there.

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Companions are Dared to Fight Maxson

aaaaaa ;; I’m sorry for this being so late I’ve been so busy ~ little goose


“C'mon little guy! Show me what you got!” Cait got into a fighting stance and smirked at Maxson. In a matter of seconds she was flipped over and on the ground. “Watch what you say, civilian. I will not tolerate-” Cait had got up as he was speaking and sucker punched the Elder right in the face. The fight was on. It lasted around 3 hours tops, both getting knocked around by the other. The fight was closed to a tie because never of them would give up. Curie scolded them both when they were done, saying that “it was a hazard to their health” if they continued. Maxson suffered from a fractured wrist, a broken nose, and a cluster of bruises making his face swollen. Cait suffered a minor concussion a black eye, a few cracked ribs, and a sprained hand. They both decided it was best to not do that again, unless they got bored.


Maxson raised an eyebrow at the Mr. Handy. “Sir? If I may, I don’t think it would be wise to conduct a fight against you, my saw arm alone is enough to give you stitches. I wouldn’t want to worry Miss Curie.” “I suggest if you don’t want to be turned into a scrap heap, then you better stay back.” As Maxson said that, it made Codsworth run tail and run, he didn’t even want to fight the Elder of the brotherhood anyway.


Curie is a sweetheart, why would anyone want to fight her? She doesn’t even like fighting, only when it’s necessary. When asked to Maxson she was in shock. “Fight him? He has done nothing wrong to provoke me! Yes I mean he can be a bit ah, rude to me but that’s not a reason to hurt him!” However, she still ended up to face to face with him. “Monsieur? If I may, I do not wish to fight you.” Curie crossed her arms in protest. Maxson didn’t say anything, just shrugged and walked off. He’d never admit it but he was quite fond of Curie since she helped people no matter what, despite being a synth.


“Me? Fight elder Maxson? You’re out of your mind.” Danse crossed his arms and stared at the person who dared him. “Last time that happened I ended up with a few broken ribs and a hand. I was off the field for almost 5 months.” He looked at the ground and then back up, “Of course I was more naive and less aware at that time, maybe I will take him on again.” Later that day, Danse was seen fighting Maxson. He wore a swollen face and a bloody nose just looking at him, however he also had a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Maxson had a black eye and what seemed like a fractured hand. Maxson was winning, Danse was unfortunately too cocky to take him on, leaving him on the ground after being flipped over, and then being left with a shattered pride.


“me, fight that hunk?” He laughed loudly, “Oh goodness, you gotta be kidding me!” He wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. “Well, you only live once, am I right?” He got up to go find Maxson. Once he spotted him, he popped a stealth boy and snuck up to him. He forcibly pulled the elder down, however he did not expect him to reach blindly in the air and take a lucky grab at the spy, pulling him down too. Deacon slammed onto the ground, giving him a small nose bleed. “Using a stealth boy, eh? Coward, show yourself!” Maxson yelled out in anger. Deacon quickly ran off, but kept his cool as he told the person who dared him that he totally beat Masson with just one punch. No one believed him since they saw Maxson the next day with no bruising or swelling showing that he’d been in a fight.


He tilted his head in confusion. He was a sweet dog (most of the time), why would he jump Maxson? Dogmeat didn’t move, he just sat down, scratched himself and rolled around on the ground in boredom.


“I’ll gladly do so.” Hancock smirked a mischievous smirk. He strolled up to Maxson with a wide grin on his face. “What do you want, ghoul?” Maxson looked at him in disgust. “Oh nothing, just wanted to give you something.” Hancock punched the elder in the face and yelled out, “Fight me you little punk!” The fight my friends, was on. Maxson was strong and fast, but Hancock was swift and flexible. He was like a fox letting a bull charge him but then jumping to the side at the last second. Maxson was able to get a few punches on the mayor but soon found himself on the ground in pain. Hancock had body slammed him to the ground and walked off with just a broken finger and a slight limp in stride that wpuld last at least a week. Maxson however had a cracked rib, a black eye, and busted lip. No one ever let the elder live that down. Who couldn’t talk about it? The elder of the Brotherhood of Steel had just got his ass kicked by a skinny ghoul from Goodneighbor.


Maccready nervously chuckled “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, I mean I’m not really trained in hand-to-hand combat.” However he strolled up to Maxson and was about to punch the guy in the face but when he turned around and questioned Maccready, the poor sniper just about jumped out of his skin and ran away with his tail tucked between legs.

Nick: “Listen, I would and I really want to, but he could easily turn me into a scrap heap the next time he saw me, so I’d better not.” The detective lit up a cigarette, “However, maybe if I’m feeling risky I might just fight the guy”


“Bring it Maxson! Fight me!” Piper put her fists up at the taller man. Maxson looked down at her and scoffed. “Do you really want to do tha-” before he could finish his sentence, piper went right into fighting dirty and had kicked him right in the baby maker. The elder held his groin in pain as a tear welled up in his eye, but he held it in. He gasped slightly before maintaining his posture and got rewards with a strong kick to the shin bringing him down on one knees. Piper cheered, “Hey guys! I just brought the elder of the Brotherhood of Steel to his knees!! How many of you can say that, huh??” She walked laughing and pumped her fists in the air, she was definitely writing an article about this.


“Oh I don’t know, he’s a really strong guy….but I always wanted to challenge him!” Preston smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Later that day, he walked up to Maxson and bluntly told he wanted to challenge him to a fight. “Challenge me? To a fight? You do realize you are addressing the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, correct?” Maxson challenged Preston, his back straight and staring sternly at the Minuteman. “I know exactly who I’m addressing and I’m challenging you to a fight.” Preston stared down the Elder. “Very well then.” With that, the two were at each other, punches flying and dirt being kicked up everywhere. Soon enough, Preston landed a punch square Maxson’s face. The sweet pure man soon realized that was a mistake since he then found himself on the ground, wheezing, flooding coming from his face. He groaned as he slowly got up, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Monsieur! Oh dear, you need to be treated immediately! You too Monsieur Maxson! Come come! ” Curie had ran up to scene of the fight just in time to see Preston go on the ground. “Curie I’m fine..just need to catch my breath..” Preston almost went unconscious as he stumbled to Curie’s place. He was diagnosed with a few broken ribs, a bruised shoulder and a broken nose, Maxson however, had a broken nose and a fractured jaw. Preston decided to never challenge Maxson again.


As soon as he was dared he got a wild grin on his face. “Strong smash small human? STRONG SMASH PUNY HUMAN!” He ran over to Maxson bellowing a loud roar. Maxson silently thanked whoever was listening that the super mutant was so loud that no one could hear his high-pitched scream as he was taken into the mutants arms and thrown like a rag doll. The Elder suffered from a number of injuries: broken leg, arm, wrist, a concussion, and extremely sore joints and muscles for next few months. It took a ton of persuasion to convince Maxson not to terminate Strong for treating him so poorly.


“I will gladly punch the shit out of that surface filth.” Standing up, X6 walked out of the room, finding Maxson easily. “Excuse me, sir? I wish to speak with you.” Maxson turned around at the voice, seeing who called him. “What do you wan-” before the Elder could finish, he was punched in the face, kicked in the shin, and thrown on the ground in a matter of seconds. “Hm, always wanted to do that.” With that, X6 walked off calmly, like nothing happened leaving Maxson in a stunned daze wondering what had just happened.


Maxson was aboard the Prydwen, strolling towards his quarters when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something. He stopped and looked around and saw someone right beside him. Thinking it was an attacker, he launched himself at the intruder only to come into contact with a wall. No, wait, it was mirror. Maxson launched himself at a reflection of himself like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. Humiliated and sore, Maxson was just glad that no one saw that and he shamefully shuffled into his quarters and stayed there for the rest of the night. However, he did not see the newest recruit climbing up from the command deck just in time to witness the scene. The next day, Maxson walked down the hall wondering why everyone was whispering and snickering when he walked by.


Gage laughed, loudly. “That little guy? I bet you 30 caps I’ll win!” Gage quickly strolled up to Maxson with a huge grin on his face. Maxson turned around and in exchange, got a sucker punch to the face. He staggered backwards slightly from the force and held his bloody nose. “What the hell??” Maxson’s eyes flashed a lethal look towards Gage and lunged towards him. Maxson had Gage underneath him and was angrily punching him. Gage quickly rolled away and ran off, limping ever so slightly. Gage lost his thirty caps and a got rewarded with a broken nose a few chipped teeth and two black eyes.


“Why would I do such a thing?” Ada was confused, why would she attack someone just to attack someone? She walked away from the person who asked her and went to go do her own thing leaving the person slightly disappointed since they didn’t get to see a fight.

anonymous asked:

Thank you to the all that you do. Your writing is amazing. If it isn't too much trouble, may I request a fluffy scenario for Sidon where he and his soon-to-be s/o are spending the day playing with the Zora children and one of them says, "the Prince talks about you a lot." Then the other kids chime in with, "yeah, he really likes you!" and whatnot and basically kinda embarrass him? Or would that go against your character limit for a scenario? If it does then I'm so sorry! (ó﹏ò。)


“Hey! [Name]’s back!!” A child called out from their group and bound their way over to where you and Sidon stood.

 As soon as you heard their little voices a smile made its way on your face and you turned around with your arms wide open to bring them in a hug. They all ran as fast as they could and dog piled upon you cheering and laughing. Sidon was beaming, feeling proud that the child of Zora’s Domain were enthralled by you. He crossed his arm and covered his laugh with his hand as the children began to bombard you with questions.

 “What took you so long!?” 

“Well, I was travelin-”

 “Did you get a new cloak?? Why did you do that, your green one was better!”

 “H-Hey now, it was old-”

 “[Name], [Name]!! My fin grew another inch! I’ma be taller than you, just watch!”

 “Hahaha, I don’t doubt it. Majority of you will be taller then me before you know it!”

 “Good, ‘cause then we’ll all be big enough to throw you in the river.”

 “WHAT! Don’t be cruel!!”

 Sidon pressed his knuckles to his lips attempting to quell the laugh that threatened to burst. The kids were tugging on your cloak while the other ones in front of you pulled on your pants. Each of them wanting your undivided attention and Sidon was trying to keep himself in check as they all fawned over you. He thought to himself that he was lucky that the children were not around all the time from how much they admired you.  It would have been impossible to get close to you otherwise, but then again, it made his heart sore at the thought if you allowed him the chance to raise children with you. He could already tell you would make a great parent.

 It was then when one of the children noticed that they forget Sidon was there and they rushed over to him pulling on his hand to come join. Sidon could only chuckle at the little one tried their hardest to drag him over, and so he pretended they were incredibly strong. They giggled uncontrollably as they ‘dragged’ Sidon while you were on the ground again with a few children smothering you.

 In a feign feeble attempt for help, you raised your hand as if you had fought a mighty battle. “Sidon…I don’t think…I can make it. Tell the children….that I.. that I ate all their shrimps.” Loud gasps from all the kids could be heard, “Also…it was delicious… Blehhh.” You went limp and stuck your tongue out.

 All the kid began yelling and tugging on your clothing. “Noooo! You’re lying, you really didn’t eat them all, did you??”

 Sidon made his way over and pulled you into his lap, he held his trademark pose over your ‘dead’ body. “Do not worry, my dear, [Name]. I will make sure your message to the children will not go undelivered.” He looked at them all and tried his best remain serious, “Listen my fellow comrades!”

 They all took the poses of soldiers, and some looked like they were going to cry. Others faces remain intensively stern. “Aye, sir!”

 “We must honor our fallen comrade in arms!” He looked between them all before his smile became devious. “By tickling them!”

 Your eyes shot open and before you could get up a horde of Zora children dog piled you again, but this time their tiny fingers jabbing and tickling. You cried out and laughed while trying to push them away. You shook your fist at Sidon, “You betrayed me! I thought you loved me!” You jokingly jest, but the children all paused.

 “Sidon does love you!” One them called out and Sidon’s eyes bugged out.

 “Yeah! He went on and on how..uh…what was the word he used?”

 “He said infatuated.”

 “You dolt, that means you farted.”


 “[Name], are you gonna marry Sidon?”

 You were confused and trying to get your bearings as all children spoke at once. You glanced over and saw Sidon hiding his face. He looked completely flustered and you bit your lip to try to suppress the smug smile from surfacing.

 You made your way over to Sidon and he looked up at you before you pretended to faint. His reaction was quick and thorough, easily swooping you in a dip. He looked even more flustered at your cheeky grin, “Infatuated, huh? I think I can say the same.”

 The children’s reactions were a mixture of whooping and gagging. It took him a moment to register before a blush bloomed on his face not at all sure what to feel embarrassed at; the children or the fact he got called out.


Pairing: George Washington x reader
Word Count: 2,000ish
T/W: Smut! (Sir kink?) (Mention of battle scars)
A/N: Not a request, but I just love Chris Jackson, okay? Also so sorry this is posted so late! (I feel like I’m 14 again, as I’ve become obsessed with Jason Derulo again…and he’s very distracting!)
Tags:  @applesislife@iworshipmusicals@othermia​ ✨

The sun, as usual, managed to slip through the curtains. It was a warm soft light, beckoning you to wake. Daybreak was on the horizon, as you were in bed, with the love of your life. Being held, perfectly. Your marriage was difficult sometimes with George gone so often, but when he was home, he was home and made it a point to make you feel like the most precious thing to him, because you truly were. Throughout the wars and battles, you were his stronghold…

You woke up draped in him. His strong arms wrapped around you like a victory flag. Making you feel safe. You took his hands in yours. Keeping them close to your chest. Turning a little, you kissed his inner bicep, sweetly. He stirred behind you softly. Continuing your loving action you heard him hum, nosing at your hair. Your lips curl into a smile against his beautiful skin, as he breathed in your smell. 

“Last night wasn’t enough?” George asks, voice rough, as he had just woken up.

“I could never get enough of you, Darling,” you graze your lips along his forearm. 

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The Adventures of HotDog Girl & Sir Christian

Originally posted by hoechlineleven

A/N: Felt like writing about this cutie because he deserves some loving in the world. Enjoy!

WARNING: I can’t remember if there are curses so just keep that in mind!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Finally we’re here!” Your best friend said finally finding parking in the lot “Yay.. Comic Con..” you said sarcastically. You didn’t mind   the Comic scene but you did mind the traveling and ton of cosplayers who were going to be walking around. “Hey, in the birthday boy so you better start slapping on that smile.” He said leaving the car with you following right behind him “Yeah, I know. Guess I’m still kind of jet lagged.” You said smiling, you loved your bestfriend he was like an older brother to you but you didn’t love flying or cosplayers.

 As you both entered the convention the noise,smell,and music hit you all at once “Lets go get people to sign things! Teen wolf is here again! I’m so happy you bought front row tickets to their panel, I love you (Y/N).” He said hugging you tightly. Six years ago your friendship was founded by your shared love for Teen Wolf, so of course you both the best possible tickets before they sold out, about 4 years of saving your checks, tips and any change just to get him those tickets but he didn’t know that and you didn’t mind because he was grateful regardless of that knowledge.

 "Holy shit Jason Aaron is here! I need to get his autograph and picture!“ You heard your best friend say but you weren’t paying him close attention because a particular smell hit your nose "Mmm.. Hot Dogs.. hey do you want one?” You asked turning around to see him no longer standing beside you “Okay, guess not.” You said shrugging trying to follow the smell of the hotdogs but to no avail because you somehow ended up getting tangled between cosplayers “I just want a damn hotdog.” You mumbled to yourself trying to escape the cosplay crowd “Need help?” You heard a muffled voice say next to you and as you turn it’s a cosplayer dressed as “It” from the Stephen King classic.

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Homer Simpson quotes

  • “Give me the number for 911!”
  • “Oh, so they have the internet on computers now.”
  • “With $10,000 we’d be like millionaires!”
  • “Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand.”
  • “If you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers.”
  • “Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, 'You’re making a scene.'”
  • “Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.”
  • “Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?”
  • “You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”
  • “When I look at the smiles on all the children’s faces, I just know they’re about to jab me with something.”
  • “Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.”
  • “I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.”
  • “Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything. 14% of people know that. “
  • “How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?“
  • “Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?”
  • “Alcohol is a way of life, alcohol is my way of life, and I aim to keep it.”
  • “All my life I’ve had one dream, to achieve my many goals.”
  • “That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!
  • “If something’s hard to do, then it’s not worth doing.”
  • “I’m in no condition to drive…wait! I shouldn’t listen to myself, I’m drunk!”
  • “'To Start Press Any Key’. Where’s the ANY key?”
  • “What’s the point of going out? We’re just gonna wind up back here anyway.”
  • “I’ve learned that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish [Name] was dead.”
  • “I believe that children are our future. Unless we stop them now.”
  • “Oh yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?”
  • “I’ve gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren’t just confined to zoos.”
  • “I’m like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket & flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?”
  • "Yes…Just squeeze your rage up into a bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate time, like that day I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.”
  • “Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true.”
  • “You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.”
  • “It takes two to lie–One to lie and one to listen.”
  • “Never help anyone.”
  • “Let that be a lesson to you. Never love anything.”
  • “I have misplaced my pants.”
  • “Boy, everyone is stupid except me.”
  • “In this house, we obey the laws of thermodynamics.”
  • “Look. Just give me some inner peace or I’ll mop the floor with you.”
  • “Ahhh. I’m just a big toasty cinnamon bun. I never want to leave this bed.”
  • “Oooh, a lovely desk. Would be a shame if someone… Oh, I don’t know, didn’t use a coaster!”
  • “I don’t know exactly what went wrong, but I know it’s always my fault.”

anonymous asked:

ohhh, what would the RFA+Saeran's reactions be to MC's overprotective father being a mobster or a mafia leader?? kinda lame but mehh, it just kinda popped into my head ^^"

I only know about the Mafia from Bungou Stray Dogs, so that’s what it will be based off. Hope you don’t mind.


  • he laughs when you tell him
  • “That’s funny MC, but I     doubt he’ll be that scary”    
  • No, no you were serious
  • He was the leader of the mafia
  • Yoosung stares at you for a     second, before smiling and nodded    
  • And passing out
  • When he came too he began to     freak out
  • He couldn’t handle this! He’s a     university student! Want if they try to kill him?
  • What if they want him to do…     illegal things?
  • Yoosung, trust me, my     father will take one look at you and know you aren’t up for that
  • Wait what does that mean?
  • He tries really hard to be     tough around your father… but he fails miserably 
  • He just kind of looks like an     awkward puppy dog     
  • Puppy dog vs Lion
  • Your father wasn’t acting very     threateningly, you were glad and thought maybe he finally warmed up
  • But when you left him and     Yoosung alone…
  • “I’m sure you have good     intentions with my kid, but should you hurt them I’ll make sure you and     your family disappear off the face of the earth without a trace,     okay?“     
  • "Okay, Sir”
  • He leaves the place terrified 
  • You have to reassure him he     won’t do anything, because you won’t let him. 
  • Also that he shouldn’t worry     what your father thinks because you love him very much and that’s what     matters.     


  • fuck.
  • She’s a little overwhelmed by     your father’s status in the world 
  • For a while she lets her fears     get the best of her and she avoids meeting your father for a while
  • But then, she looks at it     objectively
  • One of her closest friends is a     secret agent that probably does illegal things a lot 
  • And if she’s not scared of an     elite hacker that could ruin her life with a few clicks of a button
  • She should be afraid of the person     she loves father.     
  • It wasn’t the best comparison     but if it kept Jaehee confident enough to meet your father then it didn’t     really matter
  • She’s very polite when talking     to him, and although she’s scared she does well in not showing it
  • Your father is pretty impressed     so he backs off with the threats for now
  • When he’s alone with Jaehee he     gives her a gentle reminder of your wellbeing
  • “Woman or not, should you     hurt my MC I can assure you your existence will be wiped from this earth     in the blink of an eye”     
  • Jaehee nods and agrees, saying     she understands and promises she would never do something like that to you
  • She’s a mix of shaken and     relieved after meeting him    
  • You assure her you wouldn’t let     your father hurt her     
  • She’s grateful but still     terrified     


  • Zen should definitely be the     most worried     
  • Because your father has seen     his type before, his "I can handle this baby, don’t worry” kind     of confidence before    
  • He’s seen his type right before     putting a bullet in their brain    
  • Zen’s confidence is still up     and running
  • But it’s covering up his utter     fear
  • Your father’s glares pierce     Zen’s eyes
  • Zen’s polite and confident,     showing he can be tough and handle looking after you
  • While his father admires     that… he still worries Zen will hurt you.
  • You’re afraid of leaving them     alone but it becomes unavoidable, so you try to make it as quick as     possible
  • “You have a pretty face, I     bet it does well for your career. It would be a shame if something     horrible, like acid burn, were to happen to it, right?" 
  • "U-uh, yes” 
  • Terrible threatened 
  • While Zen is terrified, he does     promise your father he loves you very much, and he would give his life to     protect you.     
  • Your father’s impressed by his     sacrifice, and he escapade unscathed 
  • However, you do have to calm     him down when you get home    
  • Zen is strong but holy shit     your father is scary    


  • these two were two sides of the     same coin
  • Both of them had the power to     destroy the other     
  • Neither of them here shaken nor     intimidated by the other    
  • It was a very interesting     exchange
  • Your father threatened him,     offhandedly warning that should you be hurt his company might take the     fall
  • But Jumin also insisted that     should you somehow pay for his crimes, he might find himself in the same     position
  • It was like watching cats and     dogs fight
  • At the end of the day, they     almost had… respect for each other 
  • A respect that didn’t go past a     handshake, but a respect non the less 
  • You began to wonder if you’d     disrupted the balance of the earth by bringing the two of them together 
  • Admittedly, Jumin was a little     worried. But he wasn’t worried for himself, but rather for you
  • He knew having two people you     cared about deeply dislike each other was never a nice experience 
  • But he was glad that it went     well
  • And you were happy


  • please do not let this man     child near the mafia boss     
  • Please
  • Saeyoung is smart, so he’s     confident in his ability to take down the Mafia
  • But this boy has a mouth on him
  • And having a mouth is like     asking for death in the mafia
  • You’re the one frightened for     Saeyoungs life when he and your father meet 
  • It was very nerve wracking to     see your boyfriend mouth off to your father, who had a gun three inches     away
  • Your father made his threats     serious and unforgiving    
  • “You’re a fool, and should     you break MC’s heart both you and your brothers spines will be     broken”
  • “But Sir~ MC chose me! So     if you kill me and Saeran you’ll be the one breaking their heart~”
  • Your father opened his mouth     but you interrupted him.    
  • “Please don’t say     anything, Father, I’ll kill him myself" 
  • If you leave the two alone,     however, Saeyoungs personality breaks.
  • "I understand your     concerns, but please understand when I say I would do anything for MC.     That includes dying"     
  • Your father’s a little     surprised at Saeyoungs turn around. 
  • Once you leave you hit Saeyoung     for being so rude
  • Because you were afraid your     father might actually do something, and that scared you 
  • He assured you he’d never leave     your side     
  • Even if he dies
  • Ghost Saeyoung


  • Had Saerans mentality still     been messed up, he probably wouldn’t be threatened or intimidated by your     father at all
  • But it was different now
  • And even though he didn’t show     a single indication
  • He was scared out of his mind
  • He didn’t know much about the     mafia, but he knew it wasn’t a very safe organisation 
  • He was a little afraid your     father would be like Rika     
  • Even though he knew that was     stupid
  • He was still afraid
  • He was very quiet when he met     your father, and you held his hand the entire time
  • When you left them alone, your     father showed him understanding 
  • Although,  he     still threatened him    
  • "I understand what you’ve     been through is hard, but from what I hear you’re making a very remarkable     recovery”
  • “Yes sir" 
  • "I hope you understand if     you do hurt MC, I will make sure your death is quick and you are easily     forgotten"     
  • This hurts Saeran a lot but he     nods and dryly swallows     
  • When you guys get home, he has     a panic attack
  • You calm him down by     getting him to breathe and rubbing his back 
  • Once he calms down, you hold     him and promise you will not let anything happen to him
  • Saeyoung won’t either
When their s/o sends them a pic of their newly pierced nipples and asks for a massage because they hurt

This was fun to write…I think I made it dirtier than it was supposed to be, but…I hope you still like it!

Originally posted by asstheticsuho


There’s a lot going on here.  Let’s just put it that way.  He’s barely holding it together.  He will go through a myriad of emotions before settling on one.  Junmyeon seems like a traditional type of guy, someone who is well put together, holds himself gracefully, and is otherwise usually unruffled.  You sending him a picture of your naked upper body with the new bling is going to take his mind for a wild ride.  At first, he’ll stare at the picture, frozen and trying to comprehend what he’s seeing, then his face will go red, his eyes will get real big and his jaw will probably drop.  First comes surprise (probably shell shock), then it’s bewilderment.  He’ll glance around to see where other people are.  This picture is for him alone.  There’s no way in hell he’s going to share this with anyone and god help the unfortunate soul that gets a peek.  He’s going to wonder just what the hell you were thinking getting them pierced in the first place…but then the OTHER side of his brain kicks in and suddenly he’s very aroused.  Mind you he hasn’t even really read the text you sent along with the picture.  When he does, the whole process starts over again, only faster.  By the time he reaches ‘holy shit that’s hot’, he’s empty inside.  He can’t leave.  He’s the leader.  He has to stay until practice is over.  You can bet he’ll push the guys harder, wanting to hurry up and get rid of the imperfections in their dance so they can all go home.  Let’s just say, by the time he’s through the door, you had better not have a shirt on.  “You’ve been very mischievous, Jagiyah.  You’re going to have to pay for that.”

Originally posted by biaswreckingyourlife


It takes him less time to get to aroused than Junmyeon.  In fact, he read the text message and took in the picture all at the same time and now his brain is malfunctioning.  Minseok has one hell of a poker face so you can bet that if he was out with the guys on a schedule or in the practice room/recording studio, they’ll be none the wiser.  He’ll send you a scathing text back, warning you about being a bad girl/boy, before channeling his frustration into whatever he’s doing.  He might even have to step into the bathroom if he has the time.  You know, just to put himself back together ;).  In any case, he’s not going to let this slide, just so you know.  The second he gets home you’re going to regret sending such a risque picture and text.  For some reason, I can see him being super into nipple piercings.  Like he can live without them, but now that you have them, a whole new world has opened up in front of him.  Now, if (and it’s a big if cuz, like, it’s Minseok) you weren’t in the mood for a little something something, because you’re actually in pain and not fucking with him, Minseok would be more than happy to comply with your earlier request.  He’ll hold it against you the next time he gets you in the bedroom, though.  It takes immense about of resolve to not ravish you right then and there.  “You are such a naughty, naughty boy/girl.  You are so lucky I love you.”

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Colleagues Pt. 1/? --- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Y/N works for Wayne Enterprises as an intern while they are trying to pay their way through college. Jason is deciding to take part in the family business leading to a clumsy first meeting with y/n. 
This is my first fic so a little bit of slack is greatly appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy and trust me, I have so much more planned.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 965

The internship at Wayne Enterprises was a dream come true. The barely over minimum wage job back at your college library just wasn’t paying the bills anymore. Then this puppy landed right on your lap.

Experience? Check. Experience with a high profile billionaire? Check. But most importantly it provided actual checks.

With (y/c/h) styled back out of your face and a nasty midterm paper burning for attention on your laptop, you were typing away swiftly trying to align Mr. Wayne’s appointments.

You weren’t the only one working in the various cubicles so you did not bother looking up every time footsteps approached you. This included the two pairs of footsteps currently headed towards your desk. Refusing to partake in any distraction that would keep you from getting home early, you did not bother raising your head when they appeared to stop before you. Someone cleared their throat and you finally glanced up. 

Into a bright pair of hardened blue eyes. You quickly shot up knocking stuff off your desk and you clumsily tried fixing the mess. 

“Ah, Mr. Wayne, I am so sorry,” you finally decided your attempt at fixing the mess only furthered the embarrassment so you finally take a deep breath and look at him.

“It is quite alright Ms. Y/L/N. I hope I did not startle you.” he says with actual sympathy. This just enflamed the embarrassment running fiery hot in your red cheeks. 

“Oh, no sir. Sorry, I was concentrated on my work,” you brushed a stray piece of y/c/h hair of your face and give him an attempt at a winning smile. Only to hear a snort come from behind Mr. Wayne.

You tilt your head to get a look at the man lending his two-cents. He is taller than Bruce by the smallest amount to be noticeable, has jet black hair that falls naturally back excusing a few strands of hair of which one is white, and he has the devil written on his face. Excuse the attractiveness, you give the man the best glare to accommodate his gentlemanly snort.

“What can I do for you sir?” you ask politely turning back to Mr. Wayne.

“I wanted to ask if you do not mind making copies of emails that I am going to send to you and having them on my desk tonight?” he asks.

No. No can do. College and all that jazz.

“Yes, of course sir,” you chirp and throw in that ‘dazzling’ smile just for kicks.

He returns with a handsome grin and thanks you. He walks by you towards his office with his partner-in-crime following suit.

When you think they are gone you bend down underneath your desk to pick up a mini Eiffel Tower that had been send airborne amidst the turmoil that is your awkwardness.

“Don’t forget about this,” you hear a deep voice from behind causing you to jump and hit your head on the 3 inches of solid wood. 

The man snorts clueing you into his identity. You look at him glaring while he has an easy smile resting on his face intensifying your irritation. Grabbing the photograph out of his hand, you place it back on your desk with a mumbled thanks.

You sit down hoping he can take a hint better than he can use his manners. 

“I am Jason,” he says with a smooth undertone. 

Ah, any other day and with any other interruption maybe buddy,

“Cool,” you respond maybe too harshly but giving your name just suggests a want for further conversation. You start typing again hopefully ridding of Jason once and for all but his figure lingers behind you still. 

“Who is that?” he asks and you look over your shoulder to see where he is pointing.

“Oh, um, that’s my nephew,” you say awkwardly. He is referring to the picture he had picked up for you. He then pulls a brave stunt and leans against your desk right next to your computer forcing you to take in his presence.

“Listen, pal. I don’t want to be rude but I have a lot of work to get done and I would appreciate the space to do it,“ you say coolly. He looks confused and stares at me. 

“What?” you ask exasperated at this point.

“Do you know who I am?” he asks obviously amused.

“Yes, Jason, we have been over this.” you say waving my hand.

He chuckles and crosses his arms. Then it hits you.

“Wait, are you Jason Todd?” you ask wincing. 

“In the flesh,” he laughs and outstretches his arms.

Great, now you have ticked off the boss’ dead-then-mysteriously-alive son. You rub your face and groan.

He laughs again.

“I propose a bargain,” he says and you look at him questioningly.

“And that would be..”

“Go out with me and I will forget about this when talking to dear ole dad,” he smirks feeling victorious. This only infuriates you more.

“Listen, Jason,” you stand up and jab a finger at his chest, “How about instead, we don’t go on a pity date, there is no blackmailing and you just don’t talk to your dad about our encounter and I can continue my work while you go fencing or whatever you rich people do,” 

His eyes widen while yours just roll back in your head. Just then the phone rings and you pick it up.

“Wayne Enterprises. How can I assist you?” you say into the phone and sit down, making sure to face away from Jason. You help the customer and swivel your chair around to find him gone. 

With a whole night of work ahead of you, Jason will be the last thing on your mind. But that is definitely not the case for the not-so-smug-now Wayne kid that night.