the innocence is gone from their eyes

Dating Jeff Atkins Would Include:

Originally posted by knightlley

  • Nervous!Jeff when he asks you out 
  • I’m talking like blushing, stuttering, playing with his hand, nervous
  • The tables turning, and Clay giving him advice because he’s known you longer
  • hICkiEs
  • Studying together and getting “distracted”
  • He treats you like a queen (and calls you it)
  • “queen” and “king” being your names in your phones
  • Calling you “babygirl”, “princess”, “my girl”, “beautiful”
  • Calling him “handsome”, “babyboy”, “my boy”
  • Saying “I love you” like a million times a day
  • Cuddles
  • PDA
  • Him talking taking pictures of you at random times ‘cause you’re beautiful
  • Being everyone’s favourite couple
  • Wearing his jersey 
  • Wearing all his clothes really
  • Supporting him at all his games
  • Being insanely protective of each other 
  • Listening to music in bed together
  • Him loving when you read to him
  • Your first time being really slow and passionate
  • Carrying your books for you
  • You get jealous so easily
  • Jeff doesn’t (cause basically every guy knows not to try anything)
  • So many kisses (nose, forehead, neck, passionate, angry, lust-filled, shoulder)
  • Him basically living at your house
  • Your parents love him so it doesn’t really matter
  • Movie marathons 
  • Heated makeout sessions (which Clay usually ends up interrupting)
  • Cute morning texts (“Good morning Beautiful”)
  • Loving to play with your hair
  • Hugs from behind
  • Heart eyes motherfucker
  • Sing obnoxiously loud in your car
  • Nuzzling his face into your neck
  • Binge-watching shows together
  • Being a seemingly innocent couple but you’re both lowkey kinky af
  • Both going to the same college after you graduate (BECAUSE HE DOESN’T DIE!!!)

A/N: Okay, so I may have gone a little overboard but I fucking love Jeff okay? Requests are open.

How they react...

…To a variety of goodbyes.


♡ ♡ \ Request from anonymous / ♡ ♡

Could you do a preference (males only if that’s okay) when they’re trying to say goodbye before leaving but end up giving in and taking you with them because theyd miss you too much? Tysm!

NOTE

I have changed this request slightly to add more variety

whilst still staying along the subject of goodbyes.

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp: Lena and Alex bond over video games and their girlfriends have a hard time getting their attention whenever they're playing Call of Duty.

Kara slid the key into her apartment door and walked through, immediately dropping her bag when she was on the other side.

She rolled her eyes at the sight of Lena perched on the end of the couch, headset on, game controller in hand as she shouted at the characters on screen.

‘You call yourself an Agent, Danvers? What kind of shooting was that?’ Her girlfriend yelled incredulously through her headset at Kara’s sister.

There was a pause and then a huge chuckle from Lena.

‘Do you kiss your girlfriend with that mouth?’

Another pause.

'I do more than kiss your sister with my mouth…’

Lena snorted.

'You started it…’

Kara hung up her coat and rolled her eyes again. It was her fault really; she had innocently mentioned at game night last week that Lena had a copy of Call of Duty at her apartment. Alex’s eyes had lit up as she had immediately pulled Lena into the kitchen to discuss tactics and playing with her online.

Kara had only wanted her girlfriend and sister to bond.

The next evening Kara had come home to discover Lena in a pair of sweatpants, engrossed in a mission with Alex online.

Pleas of ’30 more minutes’ had turned into 3 hours and Kara had gone without anything more than a quick kiss from Lena all evening.

Two evenings later, Kara has walked into a similar scene, but this time Alex was on the sofa with Lena.

'Your girlfriend is really good!’ Alex called over her shoulder at Kara, 'for a civilian…’ she teased Lena.

'Oh, you wana go Danvers?’ Lena teased back, bumping her shoulder into Alex, 'we’ll head to the shooting range and I’ll show you just how good this civilian is.

Kara grinned, happy that the pair of them we’re getting on.

'Is Maggie working late tonight?’ Kara asked.

She was greeted by silence; only the sound of gunfire filling the room.

Kara tried again, but again there was no response from the two women sitting on the couch.

Kara sighed and walked towards the sofa and gently tapped Lena on the shoulder.

Lena jumped and turned to face Kara, taking in the slight raised eyebrow.

'Hi darling!’ She exclaimed and turned her head to place a kiss on Kara’s cheek, but tried to keep her eyes on the TV; she instead ended up kissing the air.

'I’ve been asking if Maggie is working late tonight and you’ve both been ignoring me’ Kara pouted and poked Alex in the shoulder.

'Sorry Kara! We’re playing a two player mission and… Lena! On your right!’ Alex yelped and Lena spun back round, her tongue poking out as she shot in the direction Alex had shouted.

Kara shook her head and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner; she knew there was no way she was getting any help from her two favourite women.

A week later and Kara was no longer finding it cute; Lena has barely spent any time with her in the evenings and judging by the texts Kara had received from Maggie, Alex had been no better.

It stopped tonight.

Kara contemplated her options before sending a quick message to Maggie;

Lena is playing again. Guessing Alex is glued to the sofa?

It didn’t take long for the response to come through;

Oh yes. You’ve created a monster Little Danvers! Alex hasn’t touched me in a week…

Kara scrunched up her nose before tapping out a quick reply;

TMI Maggie!

Kara could just imagine Maggie laughing; she enjoyed playfully teasing her a little too much.

Kara wandered towards her bedroom, amazed that Lena still hadn’t noticed that she was home. Her phone buzzed in her hand;

It’s your fault LD… but it has given me an idea… you game?

Kara was intrigued; she had an idea of where Maggie was heading, but didn’t want to think about helping her sister get laid.

Distract them? Kara quickly replied.

I don’t need any details; she’s still my sister! She added as an afterthought.

Bingo! Black lace is always a good distraction ;) came the reply.

Kara groaned and pushed her glasses back up her nose. She chuckled as her phone buzzed again;

Sorry LD!

Kara threw her phone on the bed and quickly undid her shirt, a plan starting to form in her mind.

***

Meanwhile at Alex’s apartment, Maggie was rummaging through Alex’s wardrobe for a plain white shirt. She was in just a pair of black lace boxers, having decided against a bra.

She found one and pulled it on and rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. The shirt was slightly too large, but added to the overall effect she was going for. 

Maggie checked herself over in the mirror before heading towards where Alex was engrossed in her game with Lena.  As an afterthought, she quickly removed the handcuffs from her uniform belt that was hanging over the back of a chair.

Maggie leaned against the wall, just out of Alex’s eye line, her ankles crossed, and handcuffs dangling from one finger. She chuckled as she heard Alex reprimand Lena for getting shot, good job Little Danvers, she thought.

Maggie cleared her throat.

***

Kara pulled on Lena’s kimono, the silk gliding over naked skin; she had decided to forgo anything underneath. 

She let her hair down from the bun it had been in all day ran her fingers though it a few times.

Kara wandered out to the bedroom and sunk onto the sofa next to Lena, who finally noticed her girlfriend was home.

'Hey love’ Lena smiled and Kara lent forwards to place a quick kiss on her cheek, 'we’re nearly at the end of our mission…’

'That’s ok’ Kara replied and put her legs across Lena’s lap.

Lena noticed the sudden pair of legs and looked at Kara, her eyes going wide as she noticed the slightly open kimono, her kimono, which was barley covering her very naked girlfriend.

Kara suppressed a chuckle as she watched Lena’s eyes dilate.

'It’s fine babe, you finish your game with Alex’ Kara reassured Lena as she pulled on the tie to the kimono, the silk gliding open now there was nothing to hold it in place.

Lena turned her attention back to the TV, but found that her eyes kept darting back to Kara’s naked form lounging next to her.

Kara started to run her fingertips over her body; gliding over the swell of her breasts, down to her stomach and back up again. She noticed the way Lena’s eyes kept darting back to her until her character got shot.

Lena winced as Alex yelled through the headset, what was that Luthor? What’s going on there? Lena squeaked out a one worded response; she wasn’t about to explain to Alex that she was being distracted by Kara lying naked next to her, touching herself.

Lena re-doubled her efforts to concentrate and complete the mission as quickly as possible, but nearly dropped the controller when Kara let out a low breathy moan. Lena turned her head sharply to find Kara teasing and pinching her nipples.

Lena gulped.

Kara retained eye contact with Lena as she slid one hand lower and lower until she brushed through her soft curls to the wetness beneath. She circled her clit a few times and bit her lip to suppress a moan.

Lena sat frozen in place, torn between wanting to watch Kara or replace Kara’s fingers with her own.

Kara’s finger slid lower to gather up some of the wetness coating her lips. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them clean.

'Alex…Alex… You there?’ Lena managed to stutter into her headset, 'you’re on your own…’

Lena removed her headset and threw it onto the coffee table along with the controller before laying over Kara and kissing her passionately, growling at the taste of Kara’s arousal.

***

Alex turned around as Maggie cleared her throat, her mouth going dry as she took in her girlfriend’s attire.

Her hair was down; soft, messy curls framing her face; a slightly too large shirt that Alex recognised as one of her own, nipples hard underneath. Alex’s eyes travelled down to the lace boxers and she let out a moan; Maggie knew she had a weakness for lace underwear.

The handcuffs glinted in the light and Alex licked her lips. She removed her headset, set it down on the sofa and stalked towards Maggie, reaching out for the cuffs, thoughts of Maggie cuffed beneath her running through her mind.

'Uh uh’ Maggie tutted, 'as your hands have been far too occupied with that controller all week, I’m cuffing your hands exactly where I can see them.’ Maggie tilted her head, waiting for confirmation from Alex that she was ok with that scenario.

Alex nodded and practically ran towards the bed.

Maggie laughed as her girlfriend bounced onto the middle of the bed and waited patiently. She snorted when she heard Lena’s voice come through the headset telling Alex she was on her own.

Maggie walked slowly towards the bed, making Alex wait for her.

'Lie down, hands above your head Danvers’ she instructed.

Alex complied, sighing in contentment as Maggie straddled her waist and leaned forwards to feed the handcuffs through headboard and click the cuffs round her wrists.

'I’m going to make you beg…’ Maggie whispered into Alex’s ear, 'You don’t get come until I say Alex. Understood?’

Alex moaned out in agreement.

'You’re never going to ignore me in favour of that video game ever again’ Maggie murmured as she ran her tongue over the shell of Alex’s ear, smiling as Alex shuddered beneath her.

***

The next morning Kara awoke to herself and Lena tangled on the couch, clothes strewn everywhere.

She reached onto the table to grab her phone and laughed out loud at the message from Maggie;

Mission was a success! I’ll spare you the details ;)

Yes, Kara agreed taking in the worn out CEO asleep on her, the mission was most definitely a success. 

Kwami swap: An Adrinoir Story?

I had a very bad day today so I decided to give up on life’s responsibilities and write some totally indulgent (marichat? Ladrien?) sin.

@squirrellygirlart made fanart for this Here

So for the Kwami Swap I have Marinette with the Chat Noir miraculous and her name is Kitten Noir and things get heated with her and Adrien.

So I’m thinking I might make some headcannons for this version of the kwami swap so let me know if you desire more from this universe! Seriously though I have thought a lot about what Marinette would be like with the Chat Noir miraculous.


WARNING: SIN SIN SIN AND MORE SIN!!!!! not for young innocent eyes. No smut.

Marinette had transformed into Kitten Noir and gone out for the night in order to clear her head. She hadn’t intended on running into any problems that night. Unfortunately for her what seemed like an easy job turned into a real big fucking problem. She had stopped the men mugging the woman of course but in the process she had gotten a little injured. She groaned as she vaulted onto the next rooftop pain shooting up her side. Okay a lot injured. She stumbled as she landed on the next rooftop. She looked around her, perspiration dotting her forehead. She was too far from home. She wasn’t going to last much longer without some help. She spotted the Agreste Mansion close by. If I could just make it there, she thought, maybe Adrien has a first aid kit, or could get me some help. The injury wasn’t enough to warrant a hospital visit but if she continued running through the city like this she could lose a lot of blood or tear the injury in her side farther open. Marinette grit her teeth together. If she could time this just right she might be able to make it in a single jump. Taking a deep breath Marinette ran towards the edge of the building pulling out her baton and vaulting off the rooftop extending it as she reached the height of the vault. Marinette thanked the gods above that Adrien’s bedroom window was open. She crashed through the open window and sprawled on the floor wheezing in pain. The movement probably did more damage to the injury than Marinette was counting on.

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The bitter night air at Skyhold never seemed to change, regardless of the colour of the leaves. Cullen had spent enough nights beneath the clear skies to confirm it, had traced his own footsteps enough to wonder whether they ought to have carved into the old stone by now. This time, however, it was different - he had company. Not that the three month old was particularly good at conversation, but he made up for that. When she would not settle, despite a full belly and a warm bed, he had taken to walking the ramparts with her, swaddled and bouncing gently in the crook of his arm. It quietened her if nothing else, allowing his wife to gain precious hours of sleep that seemed to have vanished into the Void following the new arrival. 

Usually, they were alone, save for the odd night guard on patrol, who left them to their solitude with a polite nod. But not tonight. As they approached the easterly boundary, Cullen made out the wide brimmed hat of a familiar figure, seeking to appear from the shadows themselves. 

 "Cole.“ 

 "You aren’t scared of me anymore.” The spirit was perched on the rampart before him, tilting his head to one side as he considered the pair. “Honestly, I have grown used to the sudden appearances." 

 "Oh! Well that’s good!” He lifted himself from the wall to peer down at the bundle in Cullen’s arms, the baby’s wide eyes watching him as he smiled. “Hello little one… you look like a lion cub, wrapped in fur!" 

 "It is cold out here.” He felt the boy’s questioning gaze, looking back to him with raised brow. “She couldn’t sleep. It is the only way to keep her quiet." 

 "But she likes it." 

 "I’m glad. I may as well be tired for a good reason." 

 "But you weren’t asleep. How can it be tiring if you weren’t sleeping in the first place?" 

Cullen’s tongue twisted, clicking against his teeth in annoyance; how he hated the truth the spirit could speak. He considered a reply before shrugging, looking back out over the valley, softly bouncing the baby in his arms. "That is what everyone expects to hear from me but…I have had many nights worse than this. To be honest, I-" 

 "Enjoy the peace, that night can be peaceful again.” There was a silence once more, before Cole spoke again, tracing the baby’s rounded cheek with one delicate finger. “Soft as stardust, so tiny and new. Standing guard, counting as her chest rises and falls, I must protect her. The first thing that is louder than the chains, fills the space that used to be song, the most precious oath. Hands washed with blood nursing new life… I want to feel guilty but it feels right…”

A stare met him in reply, Cole’s innocent eyes asking no questions, and Cullen found he had no words to offer. It would be a lie to say it did not unnerve him, just how easily the spirit seemed to pull his innermost thoughts from beyond walls he had assured himself unbreachable. He gave in, an admission of the truth of his words with a sigh, and shuffled the infant in his arms, lifting her to the breadth of his chest, watching her with careful eyes. 

"She likes it, though. Your hands feel the safest." 

His eyes snapped back up but Cole was gone, a whisper in the night wind, starlight standing where he had only moments earlier, leaving them alone once more. The baby cooed softly to him, lifting her head enough to look at him, and he placed a gentle kiss to her temple, rubbing circles of comfort into her back. "Come, my darling, let’s walk. The best of the stars are barely out yet.”

top 10 characters in mob psycho 100

- ritsu’s anime hair
- mob
- emi
- ritsu’s dead eyed stare
- ritsu’s depression
- tsuchiya and her big strong arms and her big beautiful eyes
- ritsu’s inferiority complex
- jun sagawa from the body improvement club
- that cat from the mogami arc
- those girls from episode 2 who are gay
- ritsu’s lost innocence
- ritsu’s ennui
- ritsu’s existential crisis
- ritsu’s terrible life decisions
- ritsu’s self hatred and (self-)destructive behavior
- ritsu
- dash old lady

Sugar Sweet | 2 | (M)

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut + a little fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: there’s very very verrrry slight dubcon, but in the end it’s consenting by both parties. just in case that isn’t your cup of tea, but i promise it’s as minimal as possible. trust me.

part 1 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

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Mute Part 13

Part 12

Genre: Fluff
Words: 4,059 (oops)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: The fluffiest smut you will ever read, blood
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.


Before you knew what was happening, Bucky had pushed you to the ground, covering your body with his own. You could hear a rapid fire of gunshots going on around you, and you rushed to move forward to take cover. Bucky could surely feel you attempting to move from under him, so he let on his weight slightly, still covering you as you both ran behind the bar.

Screams and cries were echoing off the walls, urging you to hurry your actions further as you pulled a large knife out from one of the drawers.

“How many are there?” You looked up at Bucky as he tried to scope out the area. He turned to you at your words, eyeing the weapon in your hands.

“No, you’re staying here.”

Before you could retaliate, Bucky was over the counter, diving into battle and leaving you to scope out the enemy for yourself. Fine.

You noted the number of guards, their protective gear, and weapons, and watched them fight off the Avengers who were coming to the rescue. You took mental notes before nodding to yourself and sliding over the counter, landing right behind an enemy.

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weesinginglassie  asked:

Dear Wonderful Mods over here at Imagine.... I am an Outlander Fanfic junkie....I likely need a twelve step program...I stopped reading actual books (of which I used to be an avid reader) and have read nothing but Outlander Fanfic for the last year. It's what I look forward to most very day.... I also like to reread some of the older stuff. I have been desperately trying to find an older fic (can't remember the title or author)... Jamie takes Claire to the stones. 1/2

second part pf question…. they land back in 1743 and try to make the good stuff happen ie: end up married etc., but not the bad stuff. no Wentworth, no losing Faith. Meanwhile at Leoch Claire orders a beautiful sword made for Jamie from a visiting Irish swordmaker. Jealous Jamie thinks C’s spending too much time with Irishman etc… Please! Does anyone know the title to this fic and the author??? Desperate! Please and Thank you all!!!

MOD Note: None of us here at Imagone can place this, so sorry Weesinginglassie. But have some CoC as a soothe for your fanfiction addiction itch. Hope this he helps <3 


Chain of Command - Part 4

It happened very gradually, the steady increase in her size. For a while she managed to hide it effectively with just her skirts and tighter corsets. But soon it became obvious that she was going to have to procure other methods for keeping her pregnancy quiet.

Her time at Lallybroch since her brief incarceration in Inverness had been heavily guarded. Never before had Mama Crook and Brian Fraser been so intent on keeping Claire close to hand.

She’d been kept away from any activities where she was required to leave the house for more than a few moments and her duties in the kitchens had been increased tenfold.

She was under house arrest and she knew it.

Having broken the trust of her adoptive mother, Claire didn’t argue about this silent punishment but it was making her state harder and harder to conceal.

Slamming the book shut, Claire threw the heavy pages onto the floor heaving out a massive sigh as desperation took over.

“I made a vow to keep you safe, and I mean to keep that promise.” She sighed, wrapping the thick cotton around her middle to try and mute the growing swell of her belly.

She had read many pages of interesting advice on pregnancy and care of an unborn baby - but none helped her in the art of keeping it a secret.

Her forays into the underworld of abortion, even as short lived as it had been, had made her incredibly aware of the gift she had growing within her. Guilt also gripped her. She’d come too close to making a disastrous decision and the implications of that made Claire even more determined to do the best for her child - no matter what.

The bairn was precious. Not only was it a part of her, but an extension of her secret love for Jamie. Whatever happened come the birth, Claire would fight with everything she had to raise the baby. Even if that meant losing her position with the Frasers.  

As the seasons turned, the calm quiet at Broch Tuarach broke. The arrival of the MacKenzie party brought a hive of activity to Lallybroch. Ellen’s brothers, Collum and Dougal entered like a tour de force, bringing with them a few of their close relatives. It meant that Claire was snowed under with tasks - from sewing Brian’s best shirts to a constant barrage of cooking and cleaning.

Most of these activities, Claire could cope with. But one unwelcome guest filled her with unknown dread.

Laoghaire MacKenzie was a petite blonde lassie with a wide smile. Given her new house bound status, Claire could only watch through the dusty windows of the big house as the young girl followed Jamie around like a little lost puppy. She watched through wide whisky eyes as Mistress Laoghaire batted her large blue ones, flashing wide toothy smiles and adorning Jamie with sly touches here and there.

Alone in the dusk of the MacKenzie’s first week in the house, Claire slid beneath her well worn sheets, melancholia encasing her. She’d spent the day casting sorrowful glances at Jamie and Laoghaire as the pair had lunged horses in the pastures closest to the kitchen.

Claire had snuck out for an hour, excusing herself to pick herbs in the front garden but the sight of them laughing and joking together had twisted her gut and she’d rushed back inside as quickly as possible, averting her gaze from the action.

“Maybe she’s the one,” Claire sobbed, her hands shaking as they rested on her bloated abdomen, “maybe she’s who he is promised to.”

The babe was more active now, the butterflies morphing into something infinitely more noticeable. As if her unborn sensed her despair, the distinctive feeling of a palm pressed against the inside of her womb.

Holding back a sob, Claire mimicked the motion, trying to capture the hand of her baby. “Maybe,” she whispered, defeat lacing her tone, “m-maybe she’s the one he’ll marry.”

It didn’t take long for Claire to fall into a restless sleep. She tossed and turned, her toes clenching as she dreamed of what her life might be like in only a few months time.

The subtle tang of whisky invaded her senses as she curled her hand around something firm and warm, its human-like heat almost bringing her round. It wasn’t until soft lips touched hers that she jerked awake.

“Hush, Claire,” Jamie soothed, his face a blur in the dark chambers, “‘tis only me…I havena seen ye in so long, a ghraidh…” his voice held such intense longing that Claire felt bad for thinking he was anything less that committed to her. Flashes of his week with the MacKenzie’s, though, appeared before her eyes reminding her in an instant why she had a right to be afraid.

“You know I couldn’t come and find you,” she whispered, her lips seeking his as she felt his breath waft over her face, “Mama Crook has been keeping me busy.”

Jamie wasn’t blind. He had noticed the almost exasperatingly close eye Mrs Crook had been keeping on Claire. Something had happened on their trip to Inverness, he knew that much. But his Da was being annoyingly quiet on the matter.

“That’s why I had to come and see you,” he mumbled, ignoring the need to ask the question. He had a feeling Claire would be equally tight lipped about it. “I’ve missed ye.”

Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, Claire brought him closer, being careful not to expose her stomach to him - lest he notice the newly formed bump that sat in place of her usually flat belly.

“I’ve missed you too,” Claire replied, unable to hold back. “So much, b-but I know you have *duties* to attend to. I know I can’t monopolise all of your time.”

“Yes, mo nighean donn, ye can,” he interrupted, keen to ensure she knew how much he had needed her close by his side. “I’ve had t’ babysit Collum’s niece the whole week. Ye have *no* idea how infuriating the lassie is!”

Smiling, Claire immediately felt mean for being glad that he hadn’t entirely _liked_ Laoghaire’s company. The fact that he never used her name in conversation made her smile all the wider.

“Go on…” Claire begged, tipping her head to the side as she awaited a fresh kiss, “tell me what annoyed you so.”

Chuckling, Jamie ran a lone finger across Claire’s heated brow as he nudged his nose against hers. “Weel, for a start she doesna hush. She talks nonstop about the most absurd things. Baubles, trinkets and shiny things that I have no interest in.”

“But she helped you with the mares the other day, she seemed invested in that,” Claire probed, her heart lightening significantly as Jamie’s tale went on.

“Aye, she wa’ there alright, but she wasna interested in that actual job of it. The whole time I couldna help but wish it had been you out there wi’ me. You’re helpful!”

“I recall last time,” Claire laughed, energised by this turn of events, “you told me that I was a liability with the horses!”

“Ha!” Jamie scoffed, rolling his eyes in the dim blackness, “well now I know better, don’t I.”

“Good to know,” Claire returned, snuggling against Jamie’s neck as the birds began to tweet outside. Morning was coming.

Moving his hand gently down her chin, along her neck and over her collarbone, Jamie made to sneak his fingers beneath Claire’s bedsheets - needing to feel her, desperately seeking her warmth.

Claire’s heart stopped, a deep pounding rattling her bones as she hastily grabbed Jamie, ceasing his movements completely. “Not now, we can’t –not enough time,” she whispered, her mouth going instantly dry.

“Aye,” Jamie replied breathlessly, “I ken.”

She could tell that he was disappointed, and so was she. Even here, alone and cocooned in the dark of her bedroom she hadn’t the strength to tell him. Looking him deep in the eyes, she noticed the pure innocence that radiated from him. She felt a bolt of lightning shoot through her and – in that moment –  she almost told him. Almost.

But the cuckoo clock chimed upstairs, the ding of it reverberating through the floors of the big house causing the floorboards to shake.

“I haveta go, Claire,” Jamie sighed, defeated. He’d felt something change in that moment and he had been *certain* she was about to tell him something. But the chance had gone, broken by the sounds of the house beginning to wake for the day. “But I’ll see ye soon, aye?”

“Yes,” Claire answered, watching sorrowfully as Jamie disappeared back upstairs. “I’ll be here…we’ll be here…”

It wasn’t long after that the MacKenzie’s made their apologies and left - back to Leoch. With Laoghaire gone, Claire relaxed, her fears that she might be bound for Jamie’s affections fading. She could dutifully ignore everything else and the days began to bleed into one another.

Waking one night, alone, she felt her skin prickle with want, her thighs clenching as if Jamie had been there touching her.

“No,” she sighed, determined to fight the urge, “can’t…”

Sleepy as she was, she could feel desire tugging at her, its persistent voice growing only louder as she tried to force herself back to sleep.

Claire could feel him, even though she was certain that he wasn’t *actually* there.

Twisting onto her other side, her face now angled towards the door, she blinked. Her eyes opened slowly, allowing her gaze the chance to adapt to the inky blackness that surrounded her. The door remained closed.

'For the best,’ she thought, blearily. Knowing that she would have broken down – and told him everything before begging him to take her – had he appeared.

Slipping her hand between her legs, Claire calmly slid her shift aside. Temptation was too much, in the end, and she shut out the niggling doubts that whispered at her not to touch herself like this. With Jamie still close by she could ignore the depressing thoughts and focus on the more positive ones.

Brian, she’d overheard once, had often told the boys that although the bible saw it as a sin, they were better off committing acts of self gratification than getting themselves into bother with ladies and intercourse.

Taking this advice, Claire mimicked Jamie’s actions - from what she remembered of them - sneaking her palm between the crease of her legs and applying pressure to where she ached the most.

A burst of lust shot through her on first contact, and she thrust her hips, her teeth biting around her pillow in an attempted to quell the wails she so desperately wanted to unleash at the feeling.

It wasn’t Jamie, but she could imagine that it was. It was his voice that whispered in her ear. ’That’s it, Claire. Aye. Come to me, mo nighean..’

Curling her fingers, Claire gathered the growing moisture using the lubrication to stimulate her further as she wrapped herself neatly around her protruding belly.

She swore she could feel Jamie as waves of pleasure washed over her, the current pulling her under time and time again as her spine flexed and her knees trembled. Faster she moved, sweat gathering on her brow and dripping down the side of her face as she moaned soundlessly, crying out Jamie’s name as a deep throb intensified and rolled through her bones. She felt weightless, tingling beginning in her toes as her tongue peeked out from between her red stained lips.

“J-a-m-i-e…” she panted, her muscles spasming as she jerked and stilled, her body trembling with the pressure of it as she pulled in shallow breaths to remain conscious and lucid.

Claire awoke as the sun burst in through her tiny window, sleep colouring her vision as she rubbed her eyes and stretched her legs beneath the sheets. Morning. The chime of the clock brought her around fully as the telltale sign of life pounded above her.

Sunday.

The irony wasn’t lost on her. A day for church. A day for confession, if she so needed. The night before appeared behind her lids and she blinked away the memory.

She had so much to atone for, and too little time.

Grabbing the large bandages, Claire began to strap herself up, all the while being careful not to hem herself in too tightly. Her corsets felt uncomfortable now, their intricate boning jabbing her in all the wrong places as she tried to ensure her tummy didn’t look suspiciously large.

She could feel the baby flop inside her, the tiny bairn wriggling as if vocally displeased with her new living arrangements.

“I’m sorry,” Claire whispered, looking down at her now (mostly) flat abdomen, “I’m so sorry, sweet one. Not for much longer…promise.”

Following studiously behind Mama Crook, Claire filed into the pews, taking her seat behind the Fraser’s as the priest began the sermon. She didn’t hear a word. The hour passed like a blur in front of her eyes as she nervously jiggled her leg against the cold stone floor of the church.

She knew the priest, they all did. And although she knew he was sworn to secrecy - she was no less afraid to discuss this matter with him.

Someone would now know her secret.

Someone who *still* wasn’t Jamie.

That thought tugged at her heart and she felt distinctly like a scarlet woman.

Waiting quietly, Claire counted the lead lines that lay between each beautiful portrait on the stained glass windows. Images of biblical events filled her vision - the pregnant depiction of Mary being raised to the heavens by God to be the mother of his child cementing itself in her brain as she sat rigidly in the wooden seats.

She was no chosen one. Simply a girl caught in a spot of trouble.

“Claire?” Mama Crook called, waking Claire from her daydreaming, “time for ye, lass…”

Stumbling towards the confessional, Claire gripped her rosary tight. Truly she hadn’t much thought of religion. She had gone to church, confessed and prayed like everyone else but it had never been something she’d either feared or delighted in. It simply was the way of life.

Now, however, it seemed incredibly significant.

“F-forgive me, father,” Claire began, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she shifted against the cushioned seat of the confessional box, “for I have sinned…”

2

You’re sitting on your bed and doing some homework and every time you look away from your book, it’s gone and second later it’s back.
“Peter!” You shout after the fifth time, but with a laughter.
“What?”
As innocent as possible he looks at you.
“Give it back.” You say and make some puppy eyes. “Please.”
“What do I get in return?” He asks and sits down on your bed.
“What do you want?” Cocky you raise an eyebrow and he blushes a little.
“A kiss?”
Your heartbeat increases as you agree with a nod. Slowly you get closer with your face and as you wanted to kiss his cheek he turns his head. You both stare at each other as your lips meet, but no one of you is moving.
As Peter wants to pull back you grab his neck and kiss him again. Gentle you move your lips against his and he sighs quietly, closing his eyes.
It surprises you that it’s him who deepens the kiss and you close your eyes in enjoyment. Your hands slide under his shirt and you feel the goose bumps which builds where you touch him.
You break the kiss and pull his shirt over the head. “Is that ok?”
Suddenly you’re pushed back on the pillow, your shirt and pants are laying next to you. Again he kisses you passionately while his shaking hands wander over your upper body.
Even without feeling his heartbeat you know that he’s nervous.
Still kissing you open his jeans and wrap your legs around his hips, feeling his erection on your heating middle.
“(Y/N).” Peter groans as you both turn around and you sit on his lap now.
In joyful anticipation you watch him how he worships your body with his eyes while he swallows hard. You grab behind your back to open your bra and throw it on the floor.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers and sits up.
A quiet groan leaves your mouth as he takes your nipple in his mouth and gently sucks on it. With each lick you’re getting more excited. The wetness is dampening your panties and you move your crotch over his erection, making you both groan in pleasure.
You lift up your hips and push his boxer down and your panties aside, don’t want to waste any time more. Peter holds his breath as you lower on his cock until he fills you completely out. His nails dug in the skin of your hips and he buries his face in your neck as you start moving.
Slow but steadily getting faster.
Peter kisses his way up to your lips, both of you groaning into each other mouthes.
Your lower stomach fills with tingling heat as his cock slides again and again over your sweet spot.
“Peter.” You groan as the desire rushing in wave through your body.
A few thrusts later Peter follows you, letting out a shaky groan in satisfaction.

“You should steal something from me more often.” You grin as you’re laying in Peter’s arms.
“I’m already thinking about it.” He responds and you both chuckle quietly.

A Warm, Safe Place

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Dean x reader drabble 

Summary: You and Dean find a small infant while clearing a crime scene. She suddenly becomes the center of the world.

Warnings: mild angst, mention of blood, life-threatening wounds. Dean being his perfect paternal self?? 

Word count: 

A/N: thank you so much for reading!

You both stood over the crib. Fingers which, only minutes ago, had been poised over their two respective triggers, now lay at rest by your sides. Each of you more wordless than the other. Instead of the monster you’d been expecting, there was a nursery. A soft raspberry-colored room, with accents of pinks and whites. Stuffed animals were spread sparsely throughout the room, and a small bookshelf to the far left held just a few children’s books that’d been read thousands of times to unborn ears. 

 And here you stood, Dean beside you, as your eyes remained glued to the infant laying inside the confines of the crib. Her parents were gone, torn apart brutally in the early morning. Tragedy had befallen the sweet baby in front of you, and all you could think about was how peaceful she seemed, how innocent and unknowing she was in all of this. Her jaw moved up and down as if she was still sucking on a binkie, and the gentle sound that came from her not-possibly-more-than-two-month-old form melted your heart.

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Hardcore Parkour

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s been an unusually mundane week at the Avengers Tower, so Bucky comes up with an idea

Word Count: 1487

Warnings: Literally nothing. Like, your grandma would probably approve. (I did say ‘ass’ once tho. Sorry. Kids these days.)

A/N: This is actually the first fic I ever wrote… it’s just been sitting in my drafts for the past 6 months cos I was too chicken to post it, until now. It’s not groundbreaking or anything, but it makes me giggle and I figured spring is the perfect time to spread cheer. As always, feedback is most welcome

Originally posted by prewarbucky

It had been an exhausting week for everyone, though not in the way you were used to. Normally, rough weeks meant one of two things. Either a mission had gone south and every fibre of your being was aching from physical and mental stress, or the mission was a success despite almost getting your ass handed to you several times. This week, your fatigue came from neither of those things.

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Roleplay

Norman Reedus x Reader | Daryl Dixon x Reader | NSFW | Smut Warning | 18+ Only

Summary: So I had this idea where Norman and the reader have been dating for over a year now and the reader really loves Daryl’s character. She has asked Norman to roleplay Daryl in the bedroom before, but Norman always turns her down. It’s the reader’s birthday and Norman lures her onto the set of Alexandria one night and has a surprise for her. He roleplays Daryl and rough smut, that turns into some lovey dovey Norman smut happens. Sounded so fucking hot! So I had to write it! (Sorry this one took freaking forever!)

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Your feet hit the loose gravel and you heard it crunch underneath your weight as you walked swiftly toward the house with its porch light on. You looked down at the note in your hand which was from Norman, who you had been dating for over a year now. It instructed you to meet him on the set of Alexandria and go to the house with the 312 marking it. You confirmed this was the right house and walked up the stairs with a giddy smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

It was your birthday today and the note in your hand said he had a surprise for you and to meet him here. You hadn’t seen him since this morning when he left you with a sweet smile and a slow kiss on your lips as you smiled and fell back into your slumber in the early morning hours. He made you so happy. He was the sweetest, sexiest man you had ever known. You sometimes still couldn’t believe he wanted you.

You place your hand on your stomach, trying to calm your anxious belly. You rub around it a few times and take in a deep breath. You opened the door and walked into a dimly lit hallway, which flickered with the glow of candlelight shimmering across the plain beige wall, making it appear to be alive with fire.

You smiled to yourself and slowly breathed in the vanilla scent, closing your eyes to experience it more deeply. You followed the small hallway until it opened up into a living room, with a kitchen on the right side, which was completely dark. The candle glow came from the living room, which was modest, but cozy.

Your heart melted when you looked down and saw a bouquet of wildflowers, your favorite, on the table in front of the couch. You smiled widely and walked over to pick up the notecard that was propped up next to the flowers that had your name on it.

           “I don’t know what I’d do without all the light you bring into my life. I have something you’ve been wanting, waiting upstairs for you. – N

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A Lonely Saturday

Group: BTS

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Summary: your crush on your best friend makes you do a lot of weird things.

Genre: drabble, angst, fluff

Length: 1.3k

A/N: hitting you with childhood best friend Jimin!

Getting quite desperate for requests~

Originally posted by bwipsul

Your ideal Saturday had been ruined, and it had been like this the last few weekends. Your usual safe place; the crease in Jimin’s sofa that you could easily spend all weekend on as you binged watched horror movies had been desecrated on.

It wasn’t that it had disappeared, it hadn’t and you were currently sitting slouched back slightly into it with clothes surrounding you and coating the floor. What had ruined your spot was Jimin; he was going on yet another date during what should have been your evening together.

“TRY THIS ON!” you threw the metal hanger at Jimin, flinching slightly as it hit his bare chest he looked at the black ripped jeans hanging off it in interest. You were trying to stop the smile on your face from looking forced as you shooed him from your sofa to get changed.

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anonymous asked:

Ok but bub walking in on harry and the missus getting it on and trying to explain that mummy and daddy are having "special cuddles" or "playing" or something. I feel like they'd freak out but also just wouldn't be able to stop laughing

Okay, so I had another in my inbox of this, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I think, if you and Harry knew you had a toddler or child, who was walking and could leave bed at any point in the night, the two of you would stay as closed as possible, and keep, maybe, a thin sheet over the two of you. So you’d be wearing a shirt of Harry’s to bed, and maybe he’d gone shirtless, so he’s completely naked being covered by a sheet, and you still have a top on.

And he’s on top, and the two of you know you should maybe be quick, but you two get so lost in each other, and the feeling, that time slips off, and the only thing you two can think about is how good the other feels. 

Right as you come undone around him, it sends him into complete euphoria, and he picks up his pace a little more to catch his release, when a small hand begins to twist the knob on their bedroom door, and a small patter of feet reach the bed.

There’s some loud gasps, and Harry moves off of you to cover himself, and the child is really just standing there confused. 

“Hey, bug, what you are doing out of bed?” You say, still trying to catch your breath.

“I don’t have my bear.” The bear that Harry got him when he was born and has since never gone a night without.

His voice is so low and innocent, and as he rubs at his eye, he glances over at Harry who had moved to the other side of the bed, pulling the thicker duvet over his lap.

“Why was daddy on top of you?”

You and Harry exchange a quick look, both desperate for the other to say something, but you both know three years old is too young to give the sex talk.

“Mummy and Daddy were playing. That’s all.”

“Playing what?”

“It’s an adult game.” Harry pipes up from his corner, which earns him a death glare. 

“So I can’t play?” He sounds disappointed, and his large eyes - ones that matched his dad from when he was younger - stare back at you, and you almost feel bad for lying to him. But one day he’ll understand.

“When your older, bug.” Harry says again, and all you want to do is bury your head into the covers wish you hadn’t agreed to let Harry be the big spoon earlier - and you shouldn’t have trusted him when he said is boner would go down on its own. “We have tons of games we can play right now, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He’s rubbing at his eyes again, so you intervene. 

“Go back to bed, love, and Mummy will find your bear, okay? I think you left it downstairs.”

All he does is give a quite ‘okay’ and you watch as the small patters of his feet make their way down the hallway through his room.

“‘When you’re older, bug?’ Really?’” You aren’t sure whether to laugh or slap him. 

Just Tipsy

Request: got7 youngjae with 3 + 13 please! ~💚

3) “You should learn to lie better.”

13) Your bias sneaks into your window

Member: Got7′s Youngjae x Y/N x (ft. Jinyoung)

Type: Fluff


You brushed at your teeth vigorously, letting toothpaste drip from either side of your mouth as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was pushed back with an animal themed headband and a thick face mask sat atop your skin, eradicating any black heads that had managed to nest in your pores since the last face washing. You hummed to yourself as you brushed, turning up the sound of your music as you bounced around in front of the mirror. 

After another minty filled solo, you spit into the sink for the dozenth time and finally began to rinse. You grabbed the mouthwash, beginning to gargle, when a loud noise caught you off guard. For a moment, you thought you were dying. The mouthwash had begun to slide down your throat at the appearance of the surprising sound. You immediately launched forward, spluttering into the porcelain, and looked up to your reflection with wide eyes. 

“What the hell?” you whispered, wincing and straining your ears in an attempt to focus. Another loud bang, followed by a crashing of what sounded to be a clay pot radiated from your bedroom and down the hall. 

“Maybe it’s the cat,” you hummed to yourself, biting you lip. Your eyes quickly swept the room, eying anything that could be used as a weapon. You tentatively picked up the plunger, eying it with hesitation. “Well…this should be okay.”

You slowly approached the door of the bathroom and peaked out into the hallway. Your window was indeed open and there did seem to be someone attempting to get into it. You noted the broken potted plants scattered across the hardwood floor, dislodged from their place on your window sill. You jumped back into the bathroom, pressing yourself flat against the door. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you hissed. You immediately reached for your phone, your fingers pounding the emergency number. Just as your thumb hovered over the launch call button, you heard a gasp from your bedroom. 

“LAAaaarrrry!” the voice hiccuped, deep and slurred. You shook your  head, peaking around the corner again to see your next door neighbor, Choi Youngjae, pulling himself face first through the window and toward your cat. 

“Youngjae?” you whispered, the plunger plopping at your feet as you rounded the corner and moved toward your room. “What the hell?” 

Youngjae looked up at you with wide eyes as he slid the rest of the way through your window and landed with a thud. “Y/N…what are you doing in my apartment?”

You stood still for a moment, blinking slowly as you tried to process the situation. “What am I doing in…your apartment?” You looked around slowly, noting your bed, your desk, and your cat. 

“And what is Larrrrry doing in my apartment?” he hiccuped, a breathy laugh escaping his lips. You nodded in sudden understanding. 

He was drunk. 

Youngjae pulled himself up, yanked off his shoes, and reached out with wobbly arms to Larry, who up until this point seemed fairly disinterested in the scene before him. You watched in shock as Youngjae sat shoeless in the middle of broken pots and discarded plants, cooing at your cat. His hair was disheveled, hanging in his eyes in pointed tendrils. There were dark circles beneath his usually bright eyes and he hiccuped as he spoke. His clothes hung loosely from his body, having given up their attempt to properly sit on the boy’s frame. 

“Are you drunk?” you asked cautiously, coming closer to the young man before you. “You realize your apartment is next door right?”

“I’m not drunk,” Youngjae giggled, continuing to reach out for Larry. 

“Youngjae,” you clucked, shaking your head and crouching down to be eye level with him. “You should learn to lie better.”

“I’m…I’m only a little tipsy. That’s what Mark told me to say if Jinyoung-hyung caught us. Is he here too?” he said, his eyes wide as he looked around the room. 

“Why would Jinyoung be in my apartment?” you questioned. 

“Because he’s waiting up for us!” Youngjae gasped as if the answer were obvious. “Jinyoung said that we could only go out if Mark took care of me and BamBam…but Bam drank one bottle of soju and Jackson had to take him home because he fell asleep on the pool table.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples and suddenly realized you still had your blackhead mask on. “Hold on a second.”

You shuffled back to the bathroom, peeled the mask from your skin, and rubbed a light lotion over the now irritated flesh. You tugged the headband from your hair and shook it out, reassessing yourself in the mirror. This would have to do for now. 

You left the bathroom again, rejoining Youngjae as he had finally gotten ahold of the now complaining Larry. His hands ran softly over the cat’s fur, quietly whispering to the animal in what sounded like broken English. 

“What are you saying?” you groaned, plopping down in front of him again. 

“I’m talking to him in English, because that’s your first language,” Youngjae whispered without looking up. “I’m better at English when I’m drunk.” He immediately looked up with wide eyes again. “But uh..I’m not drunk, only tipsy. Please don’t tell JInyoung.”

You chuckled, nodding at him as he glanced up with pleading eyes. The helpless expression quickly turned to confusion before he pressed his fingertips lightly to your cheek. “Where did your lizard skin go?” he whispered innocently. 

“Ex…excuse me?” you choked, pulling your face away from Youngjae’s hand. 

“The little flaky black stuff that was just on your face,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “It’s all gone!”

“That was a face mask for blackheads,” you grumbled, shaking your head as you stood. You looked down at him and set your hands on your hips. “At night before bed I-” you shook your head again, realizing there was no reason in a situation like this. “We need to get you home.”

“I am-”

“YOUR home Youngjae, not the incorrect window,” you sighed. You leaned over, gripping Youngjae beneath the arms as you attempted to lift him up, but he completely went limp. He had become a wiggling bundle of ramen in your arms.

“That tickles!” he gasped, flopping around until you released him back to the floor. The noise frightened Larry, causing him to take shelter beneath the bed. The disappearance of the cat caused Youngjae to groan, lean backward, and slam against the floor. 

“Ow,” he groaned, rubbing a hand underneath the back of his head. He looked up at you and sighed. “I like you with this skin more. You’re very pretty as a human, Y/N.”

You looked around the room quickly, confirming that you were the only one in it actually named Y/N. 

“I - uh…thanks?” you stuttered. This whole situation was like a bizarre dream you wished you could wake up from.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered, his lids heavy as he continued to lay on the floor. 

“How much did you have to drink, Youngjae?” you sighed, crossing your arms. You were unsure of how to act at this point and figured maybe if you could receive a bit more context to the situation, you could reach a decision on what to do. 

“Four…five…” he began, but trailed as he looked at his fingers hovering before his face. 

“Five beers?” you asked, tilting your head. You had been drinking with the Got7 boys on only a few occasions, a friendly outing between neighbors. You knew Youngjae preferred beer to soju, so surely he couldn’t have drank that much. 

“Five pitchers,” Youngjae nodded, letting out a burp that nearly turned into vomit. 

You groaned, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling. “I’m going to get you a piece of bread and some coffee. Then I’ll get you back to your apartment.”

“But that was my window,” Youngjae whined, pointing up to your window sill from his laying position. 

“Okay Youngjae,” you sighed, dragging yourself from the room. 

After a quick attempt at instant coffee and some toast with jam, you returned to your bedroom to find Youngjae passed out and still on the floor. A light snoring had begun to escape from his handsome lips. 

“Of course,” you sighed, shaking your head. You bit your lip as you looked down to Larry who had once again emerged to more closely survey Youngjae’s snores. “What do you think Larry? Should we let him sleep it off?”

Larry looked up at you, then back to Youngjae. He proceeded to lick his chops before sauntering away and hopping onto your bed. 

“I think so too.”


Your knock was heavy on the door to the apartment housing Got6. After a few rounds of heavy banging, you finally heard shuffling on the opposite side of the wood. The door sprang open, revealing a sleepy and haphazardly dressed Jinyoung, completely unamused. 

“Not to be rude,” Jinyoung sighed, rubbing a palm over his tired eyes. “But do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I believe I have something that belongs to you,” you muttered, motioning for Jinyoung to follow you. 

“What does that mean? It couldn’t have waited until morning?” Jinyoung croaked, pulling his door closed behind him as he followed you down the hall. “I know we’re neighbors, but are we really close enough for you to be inviting me into your home at strange hours?”

“I don’t know. Are we close enough for Youngjae to come through my window at strange hours?” you sighed, entering your apartment, and motioning to the end of the hall where you could both very vividly see a snoring Youngjae, now drooling on the floor. 

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” JInyoung muttered, pressing his fingers against his temple and beginning to rub. “I told them, if they were going to drink, don’t wake me up. I didn’t expect for them to end up going through the wrong window again. How many of them are here?”

“Alright, first of all,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed as your mind quickly became lost in thought. “Again? This has happened before? With more of them than just Youngjae?”

“BamBam and Yugyeom ended up in the elderly couple’s apartment on the opposite side of us a couple of months ago,” Jinyoung sighed. “Cleaning up Yugyeom’s vomit while constantly apologizing to a woman my grandmother’s age was not the ideal way to spend an evening.” 

“And Youngjae?” you asked, lifting your brows. 

“He’s usually a very happy or a very emotional drunk,” Jinyoung nodded. “I can usually find him sobbing on the doorstep before three a.m. I guess he thought he was going to try and be sneaky like his other stupid members and take the window. The only ones who can ever figure it out are Jaebum and Mark…I don’t know why the others even bother.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head as Larry began to kneed on Youngjae’s chest. “Let’s get him back home.”

Jinyoung nodded, taking short steps down the hall in his slippers, and immediately leaned over to grip Youngjae.  

“Yah!” Youngjae gasped, launching awake and pushing away from Jinyoung. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the older member while simultaneously trying to wake up. “JIn…jinyoung hyung?”

“Jinyoung hyung,” Jinyoung nodded solemnly. “Youngjae, do you know where you are?”

Youngjae looked around slowly, making eye contact with you before surveying the room around him. “Um…not where I’m supposed to be?”

“Very good,” Jinyoung nodded, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “And where are you supposed to be?”

“At…at our dorm,” Youngjae whispered, looking down. His cheeks were bright red with embaressment. As he looked up again, tear marks stained his cheeks. 

“Aish, it’s okay,” Jinyoung sighed, placing a firm hand on Youngjae’s shoulder. He patted the boy lightly. “Don’t cry, I know you’re tired.”

“I’m…I’m not drunk,” Youngjae said begrudgingly through sobs. “Mark hyung said I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy.”

“Of course you are buddy,” Jinyoung nodded, leading Youngjae from your room. He turned, smiling sadly to you before speaking again. “We’ll be by tomorrow to clean up and repot your plants…thanks for not calling the police.”

“The police are coming?” Youngjae gasped, spinning to look at you. “Is it because someone broke your plants?”

“’Someone’ would be you,” Jinyoung nodded. “And no, because ‘someone’ broke into her home.”

Youngjae gasped, bringing his hand to his mouth. “We have to protect Larry.”

“Larry has claws, he can protect himself,” Jinyoung cooed, continuing to make forward motion out of your apartment. “We’ll see you tomorrow Y/N. Youngjae, tell Y/N you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” Youngjae repeated with little interest. “And I’ll keep your secret.”

JInyoung furrowed his brows as he looked between the two of you. You shrugged, just as confused as he was at Youngjae’s statement. “Secret?”

“She’s actually a lizard woman,” Youngjae nodded seriously. “But I told her how pretty she is as a human, so that took care of that.” 

Jinyoung rolled his eyes, opened your front door, and shoved Youngjae out. “Thank you and goodnight.” 

Originally posted by jaebeat

good morning, neighbor » jhs » m

» request: can we have some neighbor // fuckboy au hoseok smut? thanks! love your writing (especially fuckboy jungkook,,, that shit had me hot and bothered).

» genre: smut

» author’s note: ughhghgh okay so i’m not really happy with how this turned out, but i hope you guys enjoy??? (the ending really sucks, i’m sorry!!!) i wanted to spend a bit more time on it, but i really needed to post something, so i decided to write this. i love you all so so so much and thank you for requesting!

» word count: 2.6k+

» warnings: neighbor au, fuckboy au (sort of, not really), dirty talk, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, etc.

[nsfw under the cut]

“Y/N, can you file these reports before you leave tonight?” Your boss’s voice startles you as you finally finish packing your things into your bag. Your heart drops into your stomach and you stifle a frustrated whine, turning to look at her with a fake smile painted on your lips. 

“Of course,” you say sweetly, nodding politely to your boss. She passes you a stack of papers, and says a quick thanks before disappearing out of your office. You groan audibly, kicking your feet up on your desk as you flick through the files; you rub your eyes, yawning as your eyes scan over the uninteresting contents of the files. 

Shoving the last file into place, you grab your bag and your shoes and shuffle out into the dimly lit hallway, your stocking-clad feet cold as they come into contact with the polished hardwood of the hallway. You find yourself almost dozing off as you stand in the elevator, your body resting against the wall in exhaustion. You’re the last person to leave, so you punch in the code to lock up the building, and disappear out into the parking garage to your car. 

As soon as you get home, you drop your bag and your shoes in front of the door, slamming the door of your apartment. Your glance over at the clock and frown as you see the time, 1:23 A.M. You sulk down the hall to your bedroom, and fall into the soft sheets of your bed, curling up in the warmth while still wearing your work uniform. You wriggle out of the pencil skirt, kicking it to the floor and unbuttoning your blouse with tired fingers. A loud yawn leaves your lips as you finally settle into the bed, tangled in the cool embrace of your sheets. 

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Try Something New (Josh Dun X Reader X Tyler Joseph) Smut

Originally posted by joshdunfuckme


Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: SMUT!, Threesome,

*** This is my first threesome smut ever, so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also it’s my first Twenty One Pilots fic also so I really hope I didn’t fail miserably. Enjoy!***


You sat on the floor of your’s, Josh’s, and Tyler’s apartment, back leaning against the small piece of furniture the TV sat on. Your boyfriend and Tyler and sat opposite you on the floor against the couch. Aside from Josh, Tyler was one of your closest friends and pretty much the reason you two were dating. Like the 14 year olds you all mentally were, you were playing a late-night truth or dare session which had, as usual, gone from innocent questions to much more risque ones. “Tyler, truth or dare?” You asked him, taking a swig of your wine cooler. The boys made of you for drinking them but they were freaking delicious so you didn’t care much.

He thought for a moment, “Truth.” He decided.

“Wimp.” Josh teased.

You were hoping he was going to say dare so it took you a moment before finally asking, “Have you ever had a sex dream with another guy?” You asked. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face groaning. “And you have to tell the truth or you have to drop ice down your underwear. That’s the rules.” You laughed devilishly since that rule was Tyler’s idea in the first place.

“Ok! Ok! Fine!” He shot an awkward look to the side, “It wasn’t really a wet dream but I had a dream about Josh a few weeks ago.” He said ashamed. Both you and Josh practically screamed in laughter. Although none of you were drunk, you were definitely about two drinks down so you were feeling a little tipsy. “But we didn’t actually do it! We were like making out and stuff and I woke up before anything happened! Before I fell asleep that night I got curious and looked up fanfic about us because it’s funny to see what fans think happens and I guess it was just in my head.” He said, his face red with embarrassment.

Josh scooted towards him and leaned his head on his shoulder, “If you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask.” He joked.

Tyler shoved Josh off playfully, “Shut up. Ok, fine. Y/N, truth or dare?”

Of course he would pick you back. You thought for a moment. You wanted to pick dare but after what you made Tyler admit to, you didn’t trust him not to make you do something awful and embarrassing, “Truth.” You grinned nervously in anticipation of what he was gonna ask.

“Would you ever have a threeway?” He asked.

Again, you had to think about it. The thought had occurred to you and despite knowing a ton of your favorite singers through Josh and Tyler, you’d definitely had your fair share of fangirl threeway fantasies with band members. But would you ever actually go through with it? As a joke threeways always sounded fun but when it came down to it, you usually thought of sex as something personal and romantic and loving between you and Josh, even if it did get a little kinky sometimes (although not much). But you had to admit, the idea of a threeway was pretty fun. “I think so. But I would have to really trust the other two people.” You decided.

Both Josh and Tyler’s mouths were open a little bit, as if they found the idea kinda hot but they quickly covered it up. “Guy-guy-girl or guy-girl-girl?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “One truth at a time!” You glanced at the clock on your phone seeing it was 11:39 pm. You sighed, “I actually got to go to bed. I have to be at work at 6:30 tomorrow morning.” You stood up, walking into the kitchen to throw away your empty bottle before walking over to Josh and kissing him on the cheek, “Good night babe.” You looked at Tyler, “Keep your hands off my man while I’m asleep.” You joked. Tyler groaned and Josh laughed at the comment.

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Five days had gone by since that night and finally it was Friday. You had Saturday off and didn’t have to worry about going to bed early for work. It was your night to just chill with Josh. Hopefully Tyler would go out with some of his other friends so you and Josh could have some alone time. You loved Tyler but since he was always around, you and Josh hadn’t had sex since they got back from tour about two months ago. At first it sucked not ever having intimate time with him, but you both had gotten used to it. It was just like being teenagers again, always having the drive to do it if you had the chance but ignoring it if you didn’t.

You pulled into your parking space and walked up to your apartment, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off as soon as you got in. It was strangely quiet inside which was uncommon. Usually Josh and Tyler would be practicing or talking or something. Their cars were outside so they were definitely here. “Anybody home?” You called out curiously.

You walked down the hall, “Yeah we’re in here.” You heard Josh’s voice echo from your’s and his bedroom. You walked in and saw Josh sitting on your dark blue comforter while Tyler sat in the bright green bean bag chair in the corner. You giggled a little to yourself thinking that you guys just looked like a bunch of teenagers living together, not full grown adults. Unless all adults had bean bag chairs. You set your bag down on the floor next to the door.

“Hey you guys. Are you having a heart-to-heart? Should I come back later?” You asked.

Josh shook his head, “No, no you’re good. Don’t go anywhere.” He smiled. Tyler sat quietly in the bean bag chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, leaning his chin on his clasped knuckles. He seemed… quiet… suspiciously quiet. Were they planning on pranking you again, because last time when they put baby powder in your hair dryer was not nearly as amusing as they thought it was. Josh must have seen the suspicious look on your face because he quickly stood up, laughing nervously and biting his lip, “Don’t worry, we’re not pranking you.” He said reading your mind. Tyler chuckled a little.

“Ok, then why are y’all so serious looking. Did someone die?” You asked with a joking tone but slightly worried after you said it.

“No… it’s just… we were thinking, well I was thinking- gosh I don’t know how to say this.” He ran his hand nervously through his pink-orange hair, “Well, you remember how we haven’t done anything in awhile?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow suggestively so you knew he what he was referring to. You nodded, “And well, I happened to have heard from a certain friend of yours that you’ve been wanting to try some new things in the bedroom.” You cursed your friend Y/F/N under your breath for telling Josh. You had always felt kind of awkward about trying new things in the bedroom and suggesting it. You guys were into rough sex, but that was about the extent of what you did. Josh got dominant sometimes but it wasn’t often. But gosh did you love it when he was, which you’d told him but he was always scared of hurting you. “And then the other night you said you’d consider a threesome…” He said trailing off.

When you realized what he was suggesting your gave him a strange look, “Wait, so you’re suggesting that we-” you motioned with your finger to all three of you.

Tyler quickly cut in, interrupting, “Only if you want to!” Josh nodded in agreement, “If you don’t feel comfortable then I’ll leave and you and Josh can go at it all you want.” You chuckled a little at what he said. He always had a way of being sincere and smooth and awkward all at the same time.

“Honestly, I’ve been wanting to switch things up in the bedroom too lately. And I read about some stuff that sounded kind of cool that I was thinking we could try and this was sort of one of them. But if you feel uncomfortable with it at all, then just say so.” Josh said looking you the eyes, “But you said if you trusted the other two people, then you might consider it.”

You thought for a moment. Was this actually happening? You had answered yes to a hypothetical situation. But what was hypothetical was somehow now a reality. You glanced at Tyler and then back at Josh, “Are you guys sure you’re alright with this? I mean, Josh. Tyler and I would be screwing. And Ty, would that be too weird for you to see your best friend naked? Or his girlfriend for that matter? I mean I’m ok with this, I just don’t want you guys to screw up your friendship for the sake of experimenting.”

Tyler stood up and stood a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall, “We’ve actually been talking about this since Sunday night after you went to bed.”

“Yeah, we’ve already agreed that there’ll be no jealousy or anything like that. And if it fails, we never have to do it again.” Josh reassured you.

You thought for a second, “Ok. I’m in.” You muttered, biting your lip and looking between the two boys. “But two things first. I’ve never had sex with anyone except Josh.” You admitted shyly, “And I have no idea how the heck a threesome works except for what I’ve read in smutty fanfic.” You chuckled awkwardly at what you just admitted to them.

Josh smirked, sucking his lip between his teeth as he stepped closer to you. One of his hands fell on your hips while the other was gently brought on your neck, pulling you in for a sweet simple kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and when he pulled away, you were already breathless from his gentleness. “I guess we’ll just see what happens then. If you want to stop at any point just say so.” He tells you. You gaze up at him and nod. His voice was so comforting that you could pretty much agree to anything. “You are on the pill right?” He confirmed. You nodded and bit your lip.

He shot a glance over at Tyler who walked behind you from against the wall. Josh leaned back and kissed you passionately, tongue slipping into your mouth. Tyler’s hands roamed feather light down your sides and over your thighs shooting electricity down your spine. You leaned your head to the side, following Josh’s kiss and Tyler pressed his body closer against your backside, trailing hot open mouthed kisses across your now exposed neck. His hands trailed up your thighs to knead your breasts through the fabric of your low cut black t-shirt. You moaned against Josh’s lips and you felt him smirk through the kiss. Tyler’s teeth raked across the spot that made you moan, biting it lightly before smoothing it over with his tongue.

Already, you were overwhelmed by the sensations. Your core was hot and wet and your heart was racing. Josh’s hands left your neck and trailed down to lift your shirt over your head exposing your dark red bra. Tyler unhooked it and it soon followed your shirt on the ground. You were grateful that Josh was in front of you. Apart from the one guy in high school you flashed because you lost a bet, Josh was the only guy who’s seen your breasts. Josh’s head dipped down, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and on your breasts. You leaned back against Tyler’s body, arching your back as he sucked on your neck and Josh nibbled at your nipples.

You almost didn’t notice Tyler’s hands lightly running down your bare stomach and unbuttoning your dark skinny jeans. His hand slipped inside the front and he began rubbing you through your panties. You moaned loudly and Josh stepped away, taking off his grey t-shirt to reveal his body. Your knees were shaking from Tyler’s movement and you were moaning loudly. He wasn’t rubbing hard enough to get you off, but it was definitely enough to warm you up. “So wet already…” He whispered huskily into your ear, turning you on even more.

You knew if you didn’t move soon, your legs would buckle from underneath you. You stepped away from Tyler, chest heaving and turned towards him, placing a hand on each shoulder. You glanced over your shoulder at Josh who nodded at you, silently telling you to keep going. You leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, parting to slip his shirt over his head. Josh sat on the edge of your bed and you began walking backwards, not breaking the kiss with Tyler until you were near Josh. You got on your knees, unbuckling Josh’s skinny jeans and pulling them down. Behind you, you could hear Tyler doing the same for himself.

Just as you were about to run your hands up Josh’s legs, he shook his head, “Uh-uh. Lay on the bed.” He said. His voice was almost commanding but there was still a bit of uncertainty. It turned you on to no extent. You did as you were told, lying down. Josh began crawling up your legs, kissing down your bare chest sending shivers throughout your body. Eventually he made it to your unbuttoned jeans, “Are you still ok with this happening?” He asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You breathed. He slid your pants of, underwear leaving with the, until you were naked and exposed. Right away, you felt strange. Tyler was here. You knew you agreed to this but suddenly it was seeming really, really… real. You bent your knees, almost crossing them with how tightly you were squeezing them together. You didn’t exactly mean to do it, it was just sort of instinctual.

Suddenly, Tyler’s lips were on your’s, “Don’t worry.” He whispered, pulling away. It was strangely simple of him to say but it somehow eased your nerves slightly. You felt Josh’s large hands on your thighs, gently opening your legs and leaning between them. His tongue flicked over your clit and you gasped at the feeling. His tongue ran up and down to your entrance before returning to suck on your clit. You were already a writhing mess. Tyler had his mouth occupied on your breasts, licking and kissing and nipping at the already hickey covered flesh.

“Oh my gosh…” You moaned.

Josh leaned back just long enough to groan, “That’s it Y/N, tell me how good we make you feel.”

His teeth gently grazed your clit and your moaned loudly, “Oh god. Just like that Josh.” Tyler’s tongue flicked over your nipple while he gently ran over the other perked bud with his calloused thumb. You ran your hand up Tyler’s back, gripping lightly onto his hair. Your back arched as Josh slid a finger into your hot core.

“So tight.” He groaned, pumping quickly. Tyler captured your lips in a rough kiss. You broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and Josh stopped his actions with a confused look on his face. You ran your hands through your disheveled hair and crawled over to Josh, missing the feeling of his lips. Tyler was good, no doubt, but you loved Josh. He bit your bottom lip teasingly. Tyler kept his eyes on your butt as you made out with his best friend, removing his erection from his boxers and slowly pumping himself at the sight of your naked body, sitting at the top of the bed. You sat up on your knees, Josh’s lips following you until he was standing and you hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling his boxers down. His erection sprang free and you broke the kiss, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. His dark eyes were clouded with lust and it made your empty core ache for him. You bit your lip when Josh nodded his head slightly, “Get on all fours.” He demanded, that dominant tone more prominent than before.

Silently, you obeyed, turning to face Tyler’s naked body and being surprised at the size of his length. Josh stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed you roughly by the hips pulling you closer to him. Tyler quit pumping himself and positioned himself on his knees in front of your face. Josh’s soft hands caressed up your sides, cupping your breasts and moving back down to your bum. You savored every feeling the two men gave you.

Reaching up, you grabbed Tyler’s hard member and ran your hand up and down it a few times, his thin body shivering and the contact. Josh ran his fingers through your wet folds. Leaning forward slightly, you took Tyler into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. You hand pumped what you couldn’t fit as you bobbed your head back and forth. Behind you, Josh positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You moaned loudly around Tyler’s dick.

“Are you still alright?” Josh asked.

You nodded slightly but he must not have seen because Tyler’s strained voice chuckled a little, “Yeah she’s good.” Josh rocked his hips slowly at first but he soon matched your pace on Tyler. Tyler reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You could see his muscles fighting to keep from moving your head for you, shoving himself deeper. He didn’t want to hurt you after all. Josh gripped tightly onto your hips, sure to leave bruises as he snapped his hips fast. A knot built up in your stomach and your legs were beginning to shake. You took Tyler out of your mouth and slowly licked up the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched in your hand and you knew he was close.

You pumped Tyler faster, trying to focus on how Josh was making you feel and still keep a good pace with Tyler. His grip on your hair tightened and he quickly pulled back, letting go of you. He pumped a few times and released all over your body, panting.

Now that you were totally focused on Josh’s movements, you noticed his movements becoming erratic. You knew he was close. His breathing was labored pants. Knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he pulled out and climbed on top of the bed on his knees. He roughly grabbed your ankle and brought it over his shoulder before slamming back into you. He hit that spot deep inside you that made you scream out, “FUCK!” Your eyes screwed tight. Both and Tyler and Josh let out a small laugh at your profanities. It was rare when you cussed. “Oh shit right there.” You begged and Josh obeyed. Your whole body was on fire, every nerve burning with lust.

Tyler stood up and walked to the side of the bed, leaning over. With one hand, he spread your folds apart, exposing your clit. With the other, he rubbed fast harsh circles over your sensitive bud. That combined with Josh continuously pounding your g-spot had you screaming and moaning, “Fuck… me… Uh… Josh… Shit … Yeah… Oh god Tyler!” You moaned. Your entire being was on fire and how you hadn’t cum yet was beyond you because you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“I’m so close babe.” Josh groaned. You reached down and held his hand tightly.

Suddenly, you felt your walls tighten uncontrollably as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. “Fuck! Josh!” You moaned (or rather screamed), toes curling and legs bending as you orgasmed. The boys worked you through your orgasm, Tyler rubbing your clit and Josh slowing his hips. Your walls clenching around his length sent him over the edge. He pulled out leaning over your body and resting his head on the bed next to you. The two of you were panting uncontrollable messes. That was by far the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had, still feeling the effects after your breath calmed down.

“Holy shit, Y/N. You fucking squirted that was so hot.” Tyler commented and Josh chuckled into the mattress. You turned bright red, covering your face with your hands. You’d never squirted before.

“I have never heard you cuss that much. You’re freaking filthy. But sexy.” Josh laughed, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“That was freaking amazing.” You panted, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and set your feet down to walk to the bathroom but as soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled slightly. Your core already ached. It had been a long time since you’d been screwed so hard you could barely walk and you honestly loved it.

You heard a snort behind you. “Are you alright?” Josh asked. You turned around stabilizing yourself.

You put up a hand and laughed a little, “I’m good. It’s just… been a while.” You said. You returned from the bathroom with a towel and cleaned up your guys’ mess. The three of you got dressed and met back up in the living room, sitting on the couch.

You were the last one to get into the living room. Josh and Tyler insisted to take a shower since Tyler kinda came all over you. They sat there with expectant looks on their faces, “So… was it awful?” Josh asked nervously.

You shook your head, “You heard me earlier. That was amazing. Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”

“A little awkward but not bad.” Tyler confessed. All three of you laughed and nodded in agreement.

“But thanks guys. Really. I never actually thought that dirty little fantasy was gonna come true. And I’m glad it was with you Tyler.” You said, sitting next to Josh who put his arm around you, letting you burrow yourself into his side.

An Unexpected Reunion.

Request from @purplekitten30​: I’d like to request a Bucky x sister fic if it’s not too much trouble. Him and the team raid a hydra base and they find a teenage girl in a cryo tank in a hidden basement room. Bucky remembers her and gets emotional cause they were so close growing up. Once she wakes up they share a moment and he shows her around and he’s so happy to have his baby sister back.

Note: Hope you enjoy this! <3

Bucky Barnes x Sister!Reader

Words: 2,373

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by tsukkikatsuki

Yet another HYDRA base had been located and the team had been called upon to incapacitate it and gain all knowledge from the systems that lay inside of it. The mood in the meeting room was a sombre one; although they all wanted to eradicate HYDRA from existence but it was proving rather difficult to do so. Each one of them had been affected by the organisation; more so Bucky and Steve and they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“The goddamn bastards just keep spawning! Where are they coming from?!”

Bucky’s temper was the first to flare up as he slammed a metal fist down onto the table. A dark look enveloped his eyes as he did.

“There are reports that all those people who have gone missing over the past couple of years have had their minds infiltrated – filled with the HYDRA vision. They essentially have their pick of any innocent civilian wandering the streets.” Agent Hill’s voice mirrored the feelings of the team sat around her but despite the anger she also felt she kept it reeled in so that she was able to relay the information she needed to. “This base is known to be running underneath the guise of a homeless shelter. People have been seen entering the building but never leaving.”

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{Reaction} EXO when you say daddy and both him and your dad respond.

Note: This was a lot of fun to write hehe, I enjoyed this one~ I hope you enjoy it anon! Fighting~

Disclaimer: I don’t on the gifs/ images used.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by queenhyo

You walked into the living room where Chanyeol was talking to you Father happily. They were discussing music, you could tell my the passion that was shining in Chanyeol’s eyes.

{y/n}: “I’m sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering what time you wanted dinner, Daddy?”

Chanyeol: “Is six okay?”

{Your Dad}: “I think she was talking to me.”

Chanyeol: “Oh no, it’s just because she calls me Da-” *see’s your warning eyes and realises* “I mean, yeah, sorry. What were you asking your real Daddy, jagi?”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyunseu

You still lived in your parents house, so when Kyungsoo comes over you have to be rather quiet if you want any privacy times, or wait until your parents go out. One night when Kyungsoo had come over, you were sure your parents had gone out already…

Kyungsoo: *mid- sexy time.* “Moan it, Jagi.”

{y/n}: “Daddy!”

{Your Dad}: *From downstairs* “Yeah?!”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by blondejongin

Baekhyun was staying at your family home for a while. And even though you guys aren’t exactly staying very innocent in the dead of night, you’re obviously not being very quiet, either.

{Younger sibling}: “Daddy”

{Your Dad}: “Yeah?”

{Younger sibling}: “No not you, I was talking to {y/n}’s Daddy” *points at Baekhyun*

Baekhyun: *Smirks smugly to himself, rather proud he made you moan loud enough for the child to here.*


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by visual-jongdae

Sehun pinned you up against the bedroom wall, his eyes shining with list as he held your hands over your head.

Sehun: “Better listen to me, Jagiya or Daddy will have to punish you.”

{Your Dad}: *walks in* “She only has one Father, she doesn’t need another one.” *Sassy af*

Sehun: “Please, you might be her real Dad, but we all know she begs for this Daddy.” *Sassyhun strikes back*


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by lovelaydays

Let’s be honest, Yixing is going to be Daddy af in the bedroom, and innocent outside of it. So when he responds to you calling you Daddy, he doesn’t seem to notice where he’s gone wrong.

{y/n}: “Daddy, can I have some help with this?”

Yixing: “Oh sure Jagi.”

{Your Dad}: “What did you just call him?”

{y/n}: Happy… uh, yeah. I called him happy.” *thinks of the first words you can think of that sounds similar to Daddy.*

Yixing: “I’m pretty sure you just called me Da- ohhh yeah, sorry. Happy. That’s me, see?” *Grins before rushing out the room shyly.*


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Your father had heard you calling Jongdae Daddy and was not happy about it in the slightest. You were both sat on the sofa, watching as your Father paced angrily.

{Your Dad}: “So you like being her Daddy, huh? Then why are there so many damn dishes in the sink? Go on, real Dad’s work their asses off.”

Jongdae: “Yes, sir.” *Even after being told off he probably won’t let you stop calling him Daddy tbh*


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You woke up that morning to find that Minseok wasn’t in the bed next to you, but you smiled, smelling the fresh scent of breakfast cooking and coffee brewing downstairs. You shuffled out of the bed, making your way downstairs and wrapping your arms around you boyfriend from behind him, muttering a tired ‘Morning Daddy’ with a small smirk on your face, it instantly dropped when you heard a presence behind you.

Your Dad: “Aren’t you going to look at me while you’re talking to me?”

Minseok: “Oh no, she was talking to me, sir.” *Turns back with a smug smirk.* “Coffee?”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by zitaoa

ou had been in the kitchen cooking with your Mother while Tao and your Father sat in the living room talking happily about China and how Tao is good at Martial Arts. So far, he had seemed to be making a good impression, but that was until you called out “Daddy…”

Tao and your Dad in unison: “Yeah?”

*Silence*


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by kaisenhunnie

Your Father and Junmyeon had already gathered quite a good relationship already. It’s a good thing really, because when you called out “Daddy” and Junmyeon sassy comebacks came out to play, it was a good thing your Father was good at laughing things off.

{Your Dad}: “What is she calling you Daddy for? You’re like 10.”

Suho: “Ten inches, maybe.” *Sudaddy smirking at you. Three guesses what you’re getting later.*


Lu Han

Originally posted by harlysquad

Luhan, being the confident man he is, doesn’t really care when your Father overhears you calling him Daddy. He smirks smugly, pulling at his collar in a sexy way as you blush furiously as your Father glares at you both.

{Your Dad}: “Let’s just pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Luhan: “Oh no, you remember it. I think you need to know where I stand with my princess.


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by dohkyungcutie

You smiled, opening up your arms to give your father a hug as you greet him after a long time with “Hey Daddy.”

Kai: *standing next to your dad, extends his arms to hug you when he realises you’re not hugging him.* “Oh you call him Daddy too, oh okay, yup.” *awkward af*


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by fyifan

Kris glared as he heard you say ‘Daddy’ numerous times over the dinner table. He kept rolling his eyes, lightly tapping you and telling you “this isn’t the time or place for it.” He was confused as to why you wouldn’t stop until you finally snapped.

{y/n}: “I’m talking to my Dad, Kris. You know, my real Dad.”

Kris: “But I’m_ ohhh… yeah.” *Looks up at your Father who is looking suspiciously at you both.* “Yeah she calls me Daddy too, sorry, my mistake I was getting confused.*

{Your Dad}: “Spits out his tea”

{y/n}: *Face-palms*