the innocence is gone from their eyes

2 | Jealous



warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, fingering, rough sex, asphyxiation (choking), ass play, degrading names, dom!jungkook + sub!reader

Originally posted by junghope

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pairingkim namjoon x reader
genre /warnings smut, santa! namjoon, SANTA ROLEPLAY (honestly if you’re not into it then don’t read bc getting freaky with santa isn’t everyone’s cup of tea), dirty talk, kinda cracky, kinda fluffy?? etc etc

author’s note: look who couldn’t stay away for long. This is the result of a sex dream I had about a *cough cough* REAL person I KNOW, and I really needed to vent and write this out, so here we are! I want to thank Ave for sending me that grinch santa porn, my curiosity probably stemmed from there!! But OBVIOUSLY namjoon isn’t dressed up as the grinch……that would just be weird, right? Right??? Also, Amy this one is for you!! I was thinking of you when I wrote the mistletoe in!! ENJOY, EVERYONE….maybe…../sweats profusely/

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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!


I have changed this request slightly to add more variety

whilst still staying along the subject of goodbyes.

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“His Wedding” Part 6

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?


Word Count: 2085

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing! taglist is open! also, this isnt my best writing, sorry :/

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

The sunlight peeking through the blinds is the reason I wake up with a moan. My palms instantly cover my eyes, as I pinch them shut. As I start to stir around my surroundings, I am welcomed with a blinding pain in my head. My throat feels itchy and I have this instant urge to throw up.  

Hangover’s a bitch.

I push the white sheets away from my chest and lift myself on my elbows, trying to look at my surroundings and recognize the place, but I can’t.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, my voice hoarse and the taste on my tongue, bitter because of alcohol. The sound of pages being flipped, and someone slurping on something beside me told me that I am not the only one in this room. My head is still bursting and the last thing I want to know is if I had a one night stand with a stranger.

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Oh, Baby! | 05

 Link to Masterlist

Sehun series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | ?

Genre: ‘Life As We Know It’ AU, Fluff (involving babies!), Slight Angst

Summary: You and Sehun have always maintained your mutual dislike for one another. But what happens when an unexpected incident leaves the two of you in charge of a baby, together?

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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 | part 7 


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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. 


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!)


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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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 addams family sentence starters.

❛  Is this made from real lemons?   ❛
❛  You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again!  ❛
❛  I’m a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.  ❛
❛  Are they dead?  ❛
❛  I’m going to electrocute him.  ❛
❛  But, Mother…  ❛
❛  I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.  ❛
❛  When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air.   ❛
❛  You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious.  ❛
❛  Don’t torture yourself, [ name ] . That’s my job.  ❛
❛  The human spirit, it is a hard thing to kill.  ❛
❛  To live without you, only that would be torture.  ❛
❛  I’ve smoked since I was five. Mother insisted.  ❛
❛  why I could just… eat you alive!  ❛
❛ This is all so humiliating. Why did I marry you?  ❛
❛  I’m beginning to think my brother truly is lost.  ❛
❛  Don’t be a baby. I know what I’m doing.  ❛
❛ So it can kill you.  ❛
❛  Haven’t you ever slaughtered anyone?  ❛
❛  I’ll never listen to you, never, ever again!  ❛
❛  You never really loved me!  ❛
❛  I’m blinded by such beauty.  ❛
❛ How can I compete? You’re twice the woman I am.  ❛

the values.

They had sex.  ❛
❛  Do you think that maybe someday you might want to get married and have kids?  ❛
❛ You have gone too far.  ❛
❛  You have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But… pastels?  ❛
❛ You have enslaved him  ❛
❛  He has my father’s eyes.  ❛
❛  Why are you dressed like that?  ❛
❛  We’re contagious  ❛
❛  It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.  ❛
❛  Be afraid. Be very afraid.  ❛
❛  So I-I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another.  ❛
❛  Don’t I deserve love and jewelry?  ❛
❛  You sent us to camp. They made us sing.  ❛
❛ None of you really believe in me, so I’ll have to prove my power.  ❛
❛ Would you die for me?  ❛
❛  Well, you have a black dress.  ❛
❛  I’m saying I want you dead and I want your money.  ❛
❛  Gimme a kiss.  ❛
❛ Gimme a twenty.  ❛
❛  Does he always do that with women he likes?  ❛
❛  Marvelous news. I’m going to have a baby. Right now.  ❛
❛  I love you dearly, but I can never see you again. ❛

{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~

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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?”


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*

A Lonely Saturday

Group: BTS


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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Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 3}

Word Count: 2,223

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: If you want to be tagged, you may ask in my ask box! If I’ve missed tagging you, it wasn’t intentional, I just didn’t see it, so feel free to ask again. Also, let me know what you think. :) P.S. Feyre is a big fan of Van Gogh. She loves the classics.

Originally posted by rexisky

September 4 – the day I questioned everything

I was pissed, and confused, and worried….but he had a hold on me.

I had never been good at telling people no. I was a people pleaser, I wanted to be able to do it all. Especially when I cared about them.

Like my dad, for example.

My dad hadn’t worked in years. He relied on the rest of us to help make ends meet. For a while, after mom died, it was Nesta. She was the oldest. It was her duty.

But then, Nesta got so pissed off at dad for being a lazy ass (her words – although we all had our own lovely nickname for the bastard), and gave up. The day she turned eighteen, she was out of that little shithole town.

I was only thirteen.

Elain did her best, but she was always caught up in her designs. She worked hard for her money, and saved most of it for herself, to open her own business.

I encouraged her to do so. I could see how much she wanted it. Elain is a small, rare piece of beauty in the world. She deserved better than the shithole, too. The day she turned eighteen, she was headed to Velaris.

I was only fourteen.

It was up to me, after that. I felt it my responsibility, ignoring the fact that I was just a kid. I went to school, I went to work wherever I could find anyone that would pay me.

I couldn’t say no to him.

I hated him, most days, but I couldn’t say no to my father, because I loved him, despite everything.

There were only four people who ever had that hold on me: my dad, Elain, Nesta…..

And Tamlin.



The girl who can’t say no

The moment Feyre’s eyes opened from the early morning sun streaming through the curtains, memories from the night before flooded her mind.

Rhysand, the beautiful male, saving her from those two guys, members of Tamlin’s fraternity, who wanted to use her as a prop in whatever twisted game they had planned.

Tamlin, when he found Feyre and Rhysand alone by the steps of the front porch, utter rage consuming his intoxicated body. His fist hitting Rhysand’s eye – Feyre, trying to pull him back, trying to calm him down, trying not to be afraid.

Rhysand was innocent, though. She tried to tell Tamlin as much, but he wouldn’t listen, he was too far gone – from alcohol or rage, she wasn’t sure.

Rhysand didn’t seem surprised, though, and if he was, he hid it well. He simply rose to his feet, gave Tamlin an extremely vulgar gesture, and walked away.

After the incident, Tamlin had grabbed Feyre by the arm and brought her upstairs, locking them inside of his bedroom.

She watched him pace for a solid twenty minutes before he apologized. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I’m sorry. I thought he was hurting you. I’m sorry, Feyre, I’m so sorry.

I told you that he wasn’t hurting me, Feyre had replied, her voice hard, cold, distant. I told you that we were just talking. He saved me, actually.

Tamlin had halted, at that. Saved you?

Yes, Feyre rose to her feet and crossed her arms. Two of your loyal frat guys attempted to assault me.

Feyre didn’t know what she expected him to do, but laughing wasn’t at the top of her guessing list.

Must be some of the new recruits. Tamlin shook his head. They can get a little handsy.

Infuriated, Feyre began to grab her things.

Feyre. Tamlin spoke her name like a demand, but his hands were soft as they wrapped around her waist. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. The point is, they didn’t touch you, did they?

They grabbed my arm, but that’s it. Feyre shook her head. But that’s because Rhy-

Besides, Tamlin kissed her nose, softly, when you leave your dorm wearing something like this – he ran the tips of his fingers down the low neckline of her dress – you can’t blame a man for being unable to keep his distance.

Feyre wanted to say a thousand things. She wanted to curse, and demand that he hunts them down, and defends her honor. But all those thoughts disappeared the moment his lips pressed into hers, and her dress fell to the ground as she fell into his touch.

The thoughts didn’t resurface until morning came, when she looked at Tamlin lying bare beside her in his bed, the scent of beer still lingering on his breath.

Maybe it was the alcohol, Feyre thought. Maybe if he didn’t drink…..

She didn’t dare continue the thought as she climbed over her boyfriend, and began to redress herself. Once her dress was pulled back on, Tamlin stirred.

So much for trying to leave before he woke.

“Hey,” he smiled, then followed it with a groan.

“Good morning,” Feyre mumbled. “Headache?”

He sat up, slowly, and rubbed his eyes, then took Feyre in. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you even remember what for?”

He hesitated.

Feyre let out a humorless laugh before grabbing her shoes.

“Feyre.” He was out of bed, and standing before her in less than a second. Feyre tried to ignore the sight of him before her, bare and hard, but she couldn’t. “I do remember that I hurt you, that I made you mad, and I’m sorry. And, if the ache in my knuckles is any indication….”

“You punched a guy.”

“I do remember that,” he sighed, running a hand through his eye-length, golden hair. “Forgive me, and give me another chance. Please. I was drunk, and stupid.”

“Yes, you were.”

“Come back after class?”

She didn’t say yes right away, didn’t say anything. But, she couldn’t say no to him, to the man that she cared so deeply for. Especially when he was standing nude in front of her, with those big, pleading eyes.


He smiled, and kissed her, gently. Feyre tried not to gag from the smell of his breath.

“I’ll see you later.” Feyre closed his door behind her before sneaking through the silent fraternity house.

She should have asked him for a ride, because the walk back to her dorm was humiliating.

She knew she looked horrendous, with her wrinkled dress, bare feet, messy hair, and smudged make up. Thank the mother it was only seven in the morning, and all she passed were joggers and professors on their way to work.

Unfortunately, the amount of college students who went for morning jogs was far too many.

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Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 3,006ish 
T/W: Smut! (Daddy kink, of course)
A/N: For Stormy Anon’s request: “Alex x Reader where you guys are like out to dinner with the hamilsquad or something and you tease him by like rubbing his inner thigh and you’re just non-stop™ the whole night with the teasing and Alex is all flustered so he takes you home and- well, I’m pretty sure you know what happens next…;)”  I live for Alex smut! Okay, so I imagine Alex as a Sugar Daddy in this one, you don’t have to, but I do, of course.
Tags: @applesislife@iworshipmusicals

Not that you didn’t love fancy dinners or meeting with Mr. Washington, aka Alex’s boss, but sometimes you just wanted to stay in. Together, not waiting on him to come back from an event, or stay home by yourself while he was on a business trip. You meant not going anywhere for one day, enjoying each others company, talking, cuddling, and maybe some other things. But you weren’t happy with the current situation as you were left to listen to George, Laf, a co-worker, and Alex talk sales. Martha couldn’t come this time so you were left to stay quiet and smile. Glancing at Alex’s watch you had almost been at the restaurant for three hours. 

Silently sighing to yourself you got an idea. George and Laf were across the table from you, so they wouldn’t notice if you had some fun. You scooched a bit closer to Alex. Both his hands rested on the table, you crossed your legs and slowly placed a hand on his thigh. He looked over to check on you, you flashed an innocent smile, batting your eyelashes, he gave a smirk, before returning to the conversation. You lightly grazed your fingertips against him, as you moved your hand to the inside of his thigh. Keeping your gaze on Laf as to not be completely suspicious. Alex adjusted in his seat a bit, feeling you press harder, rubbing up and down. He managed to answer the question George had asked him, but faked a cough to cover a moan when you added your palm. 

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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. 


 "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.”

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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Chapter 3: For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass // Shawn Mendes

I’ve decided to make a mini series and it will last as long as you guys want it to

Chapter 2:

Chapter 1:

I groan, chucking a used tissue on the carpet floor of my small cabin. Turns out that the Goddess blood running in my veins doesn’t make me immune to the common cold. 

It had been two days since I’d won the fight with Shawn on the training field and unfortunately I’d came down with the flu. I couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing, each breath I took sounded wheezy. 

It was 4 in the afternoon and I’d missed out on all my morning classes including my favorite class- Power of the Gods- where we learned all about the God’s abilities.

Instead I was stuck curled up under my blankets, shivering even though I had the heater cranked up to the highest it could go.

My head throbs painfully and I try to tuck myself tighter into my blankets yet I still feel the ever-present cold. 

Think heat, I’m an oven. I’m a freshly baked good right out the oven.

A knocking on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I grumble, chucking the sheets off my body and stumbling to the door.

“What?” I mumble, opening the door. I quickly straighten up my posture as I see Shawn standing on the other side, dressed head to toe in black. I slam the door shut resting my back against it. What was Shawn doing at my cabin?

The knocking begins again and I rush over to the mirror hanging on my wall. “Just a minute.” I call before facing my reflection. My hair was done up sloppily in a pony tail and there were dark bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep. The tip of my nose was red from the amount of times I’d wiped my nose  with a tissue. I frown, this would have to do.

I rush back to the door, peaking my head out slightly to see Shawn still standing there, a grin on his face.

“Ready now?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow. 

“What would you like, fireball?” I retort, tilting my head to the side questionably. 

“Fireball. That’s a new one.” Shawn tilts his head like mine, almost mockingly.

“Sorry do you prefer blaze… or flame. What about inferno?” I giggle as he scowls, reaching his hand forward to push on my door.

“I prefer none of them.” he mutters, successfully opening my door and I step back to let him in. He gives me a confused look as takes off his jumper. “Why is it so hot in your room? And that’s saying a lot since I’m basically a walking heater.”

I roll my eyes, walking back to my quilt covered bed. “If you haven’t realized I’m sick. Symptoms are low fever, coughing, sore throat and runny nose.”

“I know what a cold is.” he grins, shaking his head at me. “I guess that’s why you missed out on class today.”

“We share a class?” I blurt out, crossing my legs as I sit in the middle of my bed. He walks over, taking a seat on the edge of my bed, his body a couple of feet away from from mine.

“Yeah, Power of the Gods. I brought you the homework by the way, that’s why I’m here.” he looks away from me as he says this but I don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. I grin uncontrollably.

“That’s nice of you.” I say, grabbing the papers out of his hands that I somehow only just noticed he was holding.

“Yeah well, I knew you’d probably freak out if you missed too much class, being Athena’s daughter and everything.” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. His words make me feel like I have my own little blaze starting in my chest.

“Thanks Shawn, I really appreciate it.” he finally looks at me, his warm brown eyes locking onto my own and I smile at him.

He returns the grin and I’m not sure how long we sit there, simply smiling at each other. My shivering breaks the illusion.

“You’re still cold?” he asks, his voice soft and he looks at me like he’s worried, like he cares.

“Yeah sorry, its this stupid cold, I can’t seem to stay warm.” I mumble, fidgeting with the hem of my quilt cover that I had draped over my legs.

“Here, lay down.” Shawn gets up and I look at him quizzically. 

“Why do you want me to-”

“For a smart girl, you ask a lot of questions.” He grins as I scoff, doing as he asks and sliding underneath my blankets.

He pulls the blankets up until they’re covering my body and I snuggle further into them. He climbs over the top of me until he’s on the other side of me and chucks an arm carelessly over my waist.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, stilling as his hand presses against my stomach through the blankets.

Shawn is in my bed, my back is against his chest and the fire in his veins is keeping me warm. I can’t breathe, my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“Relax.” He whispers into my ear and I do. I close my eyes, letting Shawn’s high body temperature raise my own. Next thing I know I’m asleep, my body curling into Shawn’s as time passes by.

When I wake up its dark outside. Shawn’s arm is still slung over my waist and his head is nuzzled into my shoulder as I lay on my back.

I tilt my head to look at him, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling at how young and innocent he looks. When he was asleep, gone was the hard exterior and harshness that everyone said he was.

I flick on the light, basking the room in a soft yellow. I reach out slowly, trying my best not to wake the sleeping inferno beside me, and grab the paper that Shawn brought me from today’s class. At the movement he groans, tightening his hold on my waist. I begin to read the paper, filling in the blanks as I go with a spare pencil.

“Are you seriously doing your homework right now?” A raspy voice sounds in my ear and I jump, startled. 

“I’ve been sleeping the whole day, I wanted to do something.” I glance at Shawn from the corner of my eye and he’s starring at me, an unknown emotion in his eyes. The light flickers, reflecting in his eyes.

“The next one is Poseidon.” Shawn whispers, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I murmur back, writing the answer down. I don’t look at him again. I wasn’t brave enough to see his hair an unruly mess or his half closed eyes for I was positive I would melt.

We continue like that, Shawn giving me a few answers while I fill the sheet in. When I finish, I place the paper back on my bedside table, flicking off the lights.

“You know for a fireball, you’re pretty smart.” I say into the darkness, feeling content with the warmth surrounding me. 

He chuckles, tugging me tighter against his chest until my face is squished against his torso and the sound of his heart starts to lull me to sleep. His response comes after a moment.

 “For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass,” 

Originally posted by thedailyshawnmendes

Song of Themyscira | Ten

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Language

A/N: Is this the end? || SoT masterlist

Originally posted by rohgers

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