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Midnight Circus pt.3

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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He stood in front of the kitchen counter, pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. The rest of the guys were still asleep and he woke up uncharacteristically early—curtesy of you. He found himself thinking about you anytime he looked out that window—replaying what had happened the previous night. It was nothing in hindsight, he’s kissed countless girls, but not like that. He’s never done anything like that, not with a girl like you.

He scooped a spoon full of cereal into his mouth, looking through his phone as he chewed noisily. He was going through this texts messages when he looked down—he wondered if he should text you about your body wash, or body. Or should he kept just because.


You rolled out of bed, not making a single sound as you tip toed to the bathroom. Everyone decided to sleep in but you woke up on your internal clock. You thought you’d shower before everyone got up. Of course Jennie miraculously awoke from her deep slumber, rubbing her eyes as you brushed your teeth.

“Hey, good morning…sorry I fell asleep on the movie last night.” She got up, still attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“All of you guys fell asleep, I knew you couldn’t hang.” You giggled, squirting toothpaste on your toothbrush. The other girls were sleeping and Jennie looked like she was about to go back to sleep, you secretly hoped she would—you needed to run out for a little bit. You closed the bathroom door, stripping your clothes and turning on the water. Shoot. You don’t have any body, and you can’t use just any body wash, you have sensitive skin. You threw on a robe and that’s when saw a missed text from Jungkook.


[1:04] Jungkook: you forgot something babe

[1:05] Jungkook: it smells good, it litterally smells just like you

[1:05] Jungkook: i might just keep it if u dont come and get it


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Exploration - Rhycien

Here it is! The Rhycien prequel from Don’t Look Back that you can find the entire masterlist here. You don’t need to read DLB, because at the end of the day this is just teenage Rhycien touching dicks in a cupboard. Yeah. 

So as you can tell, this is super NSFW. 

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Originally posted by la-ragazza-degli-abbracci

Lucien was becoming tired of parties, he thought as he sat on the only sofa amidst a crowded room full of 16 year olds drinking from their parent bought alcohol.

His best friend had already dragged his other best friend off to god knows where to do god knows what and now Lucien was going to drink his misery away. He remembered the apologetic look on Feyre’s face as Tamlin pulled her away, leaving him alone and unwilling to find people elsewhere. There was a very short list of people of which Lucien could bare to even look at for more than 45 seconds, so he decided getting pissed by himself was the better alternative to making new friends. 

Sipping his almost empty bottle of cheap beer -was it the third or fourth one? He couldn’t tell - he watched the room buzz around him. From the girls dancing to the constant snapchats, to the boys watching the girls dance with open intent that made Lucien almost gag, to Cassian Spera drunkenly break dancing. He had every intention to just leave then and there.

But his lone time was interrupted by none other than the high school’s most beloved prick. One who happened to be on the list of those who Lucien couldn’t bare for more than 45 seconds, or in this case, it only took less than a second for Rhys’ presence was to be simply unbearable.

“How’s my favourite-“

“Fuck off, Rhysand. I’m not your favourite anything,” he deadpanned, unwilling to engage, unwilling to participate in the games that Rhysand Spera liked to play.

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Daring (Short)

Note: Just something I literally put together because I’m having so many feels right now omg. (Credits to gif owners)

To say you were excited Kai was back was an understatement. He showed up at your door last night. The night was filled with crying so hard you ran out of tears and laughing and screaming in excitement to the point you lost your voice. Five years. Five years you went without him next to you, holding you at night. And here he was, without explanation back from the dead. And you were pretty sure he didn’t have a head…

But you could only focus on the fact he was here with you. Your night was filled with sex and lots of it. There you were, in your bed with one of his old shirts draped over your body messily. Kai was using the shower, he offered for you to join but you needed time to reflect how happy you were. Without him questioning the smile on your face. Because believe it or not, Kai was a very curious guy.

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BTS - Reaction to Being Self-Conscious About Their Appearance Compared to Their S/O’s

As requested. :)


Seokjin:

Even the boy who calls himself “Mr. Worldwide Handsome” has his own insecurities. He thought that he wasn’t attractive enough to be with someone as beautiful as you. You were so gorgeous that he sometimes thought that the gods crafted you by hand themselves. When he finally voiced this thought about him not being enough your heart plummeted. “Jin! Are you kidding! You are so attractive. Besides, I am not with you just because you are nice to look at. You make me happy, don’t you ever put yourself down like that.” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pouting that he even thought something that out of the ordinary. He giggled as you looked up at him with a slight frown. “Alright Jagi, I will never do that again. I promise.”  

Yoongi:

Yoongi had always believed that his face was too round. The fact that people looked up to him as an idol made him even more self-conscious when it came to his looks. How he had come to the fortune of dating a beauty like you? He had no idea. He often felt that you could find someone 100% times better looking. You were joking around with him one night when he mentioned how you would leave him for someone more attractive. You instantly became upset. You thought he was the most beautiful human being to walk the Earth, both inside and out. “Yoongs, please never feel like that. I would never leave you. Besides, I love your face. What would I do without being able to squish your cheeks?” He felt way better hearing those words from you. You pulled him close and gave him a kiss, pinching his cheeks afterwards and getting the most adorable yet annoyed expression from him.

Hoseok:

He has always been insecure about his looks. Now more than ever. How he had gotten the privilege of being the man who holds the heart of someone like you, he had no idea. You were sitting in his lap, trying to get him to take pictures with you. He complied, never being able to resist you. But when you were looking over the photos, he expressed his feelings about his looks versus yours. You turned around and took his face in your hands. “Why would you ever say something like that? You are the most handsome man I have ever seen. God, look at these cheekbones! They make me swoon.” He giggled as he moved his face closer to yours, bringing you into a kiss. Then he smiled as he pulled away. “Swoon?” You laughed but nodded in agreement. “Not to mention how special you make me feel. I think I am the luckiest girl in the world.”

Namjoon:

Namjoon had been insecure about his face, specifically his eyes, since before debut. That was why he always wore sunglasses. You had never asked him about his reasons, you just assumed it was a fashion statement. His face left its imprint on you since you first saw him, long before he left his other imprint on your heart. As you were getting ready to spend a day out in the town he grabbed a mask and a bucket hat. You frowned as he walked out of the bedroom, face almost entirely covered. The public already knew you were a couple, so it wasn’t like he was trying to keep a secret. “Are you not feeling well? Why do you have a mask on?” He casually answered, “No. I feel great baby. I just don’t want to put any makeup on today.” You moved forward and pulled his hat up to meet his eyes. “So you need to hide your beautiful bare face?” He looked confused, “It isn’t that beautiful. Not compared to you. Not even close.” You shook your head and took his mask off, running your thumb over his lips before kissing him softly. “That isn’t true.” And he smirked and pulled you close so he could rest his forehead against your own. “Love you baby.”

Jimin:

Being a short and muscular guy, Jimin felt inadequate when it came to how beautiful you were. Not to mention how small his hands were. On a shopping trip, he was looking for shoes with the most platform that wouldn’t be obvious if you looked at them. He was not finding any he liked and wouldn’t explain why he was getting annoyed to you. You could always tell when he was bothered so you took his hand and placed your palms together. “Your hand is still bigger than mine, and you are still taller than me. You don’t need to change babe, I love you this way.” He nodded and gave a soft smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “I love you too. Thank for the support.”

Taehyung:

You thought your boyfriend was the sweetest boy alive, the fact that he looked as if he was a model was a plus. He didn’t see himself that way. He would always look at you and think about how you were so breathtaking that he was nothing compared to you. When he walked out in one of his new Gucci shirts you fawned over how amazing he looked. “Tae, you literally stepped right out of a magazine.” He noted how he didn’t think so other than the clothing and you rolled your eyes not taking him seriously. When you saw that he meant it you rushed over and wrapped your arms around him. “You really are handsome, you know that right? You are handsome, and funny, and talented, and so good to me. I honestly am so lucky.” He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead, “But I am luckier.” Then he bent down to place a kiss on your lips.

Jungkook: (This gif tho :D)

Still worried that he looked too much like the maknae, he made a point to work out and bulk up. He thought you looked so much more mature and beautiful, he didn’t want to look like the baby of the group anymore. One day while eating together you mentioned how handsome he looked. He blushed but shook his head, “I don’t think so.” You frowned at his reaction. “Why not?” He just gave a shy smile, “I still feel like I look like the same kid who joined the group. Especially not like I should have an amazing girlfriend like you.” You reached across the table and took his hand in yours. “Don’t worry. You look great. Besides, I like your boyish charms.” With that he smirked and leaned forward. “Boyish charms?”


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The Opposite of Loneliness

Requested: the Reader discovers Reid with a book of social cues/making friends so that he can get her to like him.

(Part II)


Spencer gave her a spare key to his apartment a long time ago, when they first became good friends. Living only a few doors down, she is the one he entrusted to take care of his plants and make sure his fish don’t die while he’s away on a case. He’s been away for a few days when she notices the large package waiting for him at the front desk. The man behind the desk is familiar with their arrangement, and allows her to collect Spencer’s mail for him. Careful not to drop anything, she lets herself in and deposits everything on the coffee table in his living room.

It’s then that she notices the books stacked on the couch, and she can’t help but to look at the covers. Spencer never leaves books out like this. How to Make People Like You in 90 Seconds or Less; Emotional Intelligence: Socially Awkward No More; Improve Your Social Skills. The last one really strikes her – Stop Being Lonely: Three Simple Steps to Developing Close Friendships and Deep Relationships. Is he lonely? Has he been hurting all this time and she never noticed? Next to the books is a ring of index cards, and though she feels bad snooping, she’s worried about him.

Picking them up, she briefly flips through them, expecting to find tips on making friends, or perhaps insights into his emotions. Instead, his messy handwriting has marked each card with short notes.

The Breakfast Club is a movie from the 80’s, directed by John Hughes, not a restaurant.
The phrase “Challenge Accepted” is from a TV show called How I Met Your Mother.
Tumblr is a website where people create customized blogs, not a cup to mix drinks in.
When she talks about Hamilton, she usually means the musical, not the historical canon.
Taylor Swift is not related to Jonathan Swift. She likes the video of Taylor Swift’s song mixed with the screaming baby goat. It makes her laugh.
Her favorite musician is Regina Spektor. Ode To Divorce always makes her cry – it reminds her of her parents. When it does, she doesn’t want to talk about it, but she does want someone to hold her hand.

That card makes her breath hitch in her throat, and stands paralyzed with them in her hands. Every index card is filled with pop culture references, but what’s more, they’re all her favorite things. One by one she flips through them, scanning for anything else, but they’re all her. He’s been taking notes on all the things she likes so that he’ll understand what she’s saying or what she’s referencing.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” The sound of his voice makes her jump, and she turns to see him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He’s been home this whole time? He must have gotten back late last night, as he always calls her to let her know when he’s returned. When he realizes what she has in her hands, his eyes grow wide, and his mouth falls open. Horror-stricken. “Wh-what… how did – where did you get that?”

“It was on the couch,” she says softly. In sharp contrast, her heart is beating too loudly, so loud she cannot think. It’s hard to breathe. The only thing she can think to do is flee. “Um – I didn’t think you were home. I brought your mail. I’ll just be going, then.”

She starts towards the door, but just before she can open it, something stops her. That title flashes in her mind – Stop Being Lonely. What will he think if she runs away now? So she turns back to look at him, still rooted to floor in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Those index cards- what are they for?”

The sigh he heaves is so deep it seems he’s exhaled his very spirit. He rests his head in his hands and mumbles, “They’re references to pop culture. Things I wanted to learn.”

Fingers shaking, she glances back down at the stack. White paper covered in his messy, scrawling script. “But these things – they’re all about me.

The tentative statement rests in the air, and her heart beats so loudly as she waits for him to respond.

“Yes,” is all he gives her.

“Why?”

“Because…” Spencer looks up at the ceiling, eyes searching for answer that won’t appear for him, no matter how hard he wills it to be so. “Because I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I want to make friends, and I want to understand people. I’m not good at that.”

The books on the couch tell her as much, and it breaks her heart that he’s so achingly lonely, longing for a connection. Still, it hasn’t answered her question. “But why me? Why only the things I like?” She’s not sure why her voice has fallen so soft, but she feels she is treading lightly, afraid to wake up whatever revelation lies sleeping.

Spencer walks over to her and takes the index cards gently from her hands, setting them aside with the self-help books. He gazes down at her, and never did she think that a single look would be able to take her breath away. All she can focus on is the softness in his eyes and how near he is to her.

“Of all the people I want to understand, you mean the most. When we talk, I want to catch all the references you make to books and music. I want to know what movies make you happy and what movies make you cry. I want to be able to read you, as easily as I can read my favorite stories. I want to feel the opposite of loneliness, but I want to feel it with you.”

Like a broken record, she repeats, “Why me?”

He shakes his head, bemused by all her questions. “It had to be you. It’s always been you. Ever since that first day you came racing up the steps and nearly knocked me over. There was so much life in your eyes, and just by proximity to you I felt more alive. I wanted to feel that away every day. Then that night you fell asleep on my couch after we watched The Breakfast Club, and you told me about your parents, something in my heart changed. You changed me, and I’ve never been one to like change, but it’s different with you. I feel better with you. You make me better.”

The air around them feels heavier and she struggles to breathe it in. There are so many words, so many things to process, and she can’t quite wrap her head around the pieces of the puzzle that are falling into place.

“That can’t be right. I’m not anyone special.” There’s no way that someone like her can have changed someone like him – someone so brilliant, so brave.

He takes half a step closer, and she swears that for a moment, the world stops spinning. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever known.” Briefly, his hand cups her cheek, before he pulls away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I – I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t,” she assures him.

“I know I’m weird, and I’m awkward, and I’m not particularly attractive, but I do care about you. Very much. It’s just that I’ve been alone for so long, and I know that doesn’t exactly help, but…” He’s rambling faster than his brain can keep up with, face red and jaw clenched. Anxious. Scared. It’s then that she realizes he’s bracing himself for what he thinks is going to be an inevitable rejection. Apologizing for allowing himself to feel something for her.

“Spencer,” she says, cutting him off. “You don’t need to explain anything. I understand.” Then, she places one hand on his chest, right over his heart. “And you’re not alone. You’re not, okay? I’m right here. I know you, and I don’t care whether or not you know about John Hughes movies or popular songs. None of that changes how I feel about you.” Though she has to admit, she’s overwhelmed by the gesture. Who else would take the time to keep track of all of the things she loved simply because they wanted to make her happy? There is nobody else on the planet like him. This man before her, he’s nothing short of incredible.

“H-how do you feel, exactly?” he asks. She decides not to justify that with words. Instead she pulls him closer, stands on her toes, and presses her lips to his. Once, soft, for just a heartbeat, before pulling away to meet his eyes. When he doesn’t protest, she moves back in, and he responds in kind, kissing her deeply, passionately. His hand in her hair, her arms around his neck. Nothing is left unsaid in the movements between them.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” she whispers, when they part. “I want to be with you. I want to be by your side. I’ve wanted that for so long.” When he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder, she can feel him trembling. That burden of isolation he’s been bearing for so long has finally been set down. The disbelief and shock overtakes him, and it’s all she can do to hold him as he cries. She’s crying too, and she doesn’t know why – only that there is some empty ache within her that has now been filled, a place she didn’t realize had been hollow before.

With time, the books slowly disappear. The spend some much time enveloped in the opposite of loneliness together, and it’s deliriously blissful. He takes her to meet his team, and she can see how much they love him. How much they care.

He needs no book to tell him how to form deep relationships and meaningful connections. All the connections have been there before him, all along. Waiting for him to realize the love he has for them is not one-sided. Waiting for him to accept the love he is more than worthy of.

And when it’s late and they’re lying side by side, all she can think of is how lucky she is that she is the one who gets to give such love to him. And she is the one who is so loved by him.

No, they aren’t alone anymore. This, this is exactly the opposite. An emotion she cannot name, but knows by heart each time he looks her way.

Late Night Wanderings

@d-athanasi | AO3I hope you enjoy this. I thought doing a diner AU would be a fun change; I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it!

by @nightlight9

Stiles doesn’t know how started spending all of his nights hanging out in a forgotten diner instead of getting a good night’s rest. Okay, so maybe he does actually know how he got here, and it might have everything to do with one surly worker with a quiet disposition and a big heart.  


Stiles doesn’t know how he got here. One minute he had been staring aimlessly at his computer screen, going crazy trying to figure out a good argument for his essay, and the next he was in his car, driving around town at 12:34 in the morning. All he wanted was to find something to do that would take his mind off of all the work he was avoiding. Ending up at Pop’s, a 24-hour diner Stiles didn’t even know existed, was a complete accident. But it turned out that it was exactly what he was looking for, even though when he first stumbled inside, all he could hope was that it wasn’t the start of a b-rated horror film featuring his death.

Now, most of his nights are spent at the small diner.

“I’m cutting you off.”

Stiles blinks up at the man towering over him, a pout pulling at his lips. Okay, so maybe he does actually know how he got here, and it might have everything to do with one surly worker.

The first time that Stiles saw Derek, he thought that the older man might be a tragically beautiful serial killer, because even though he was the most attractive man Stiles had ever seen, the frown pulling his lips down suggested violence. Instead he turned out to be the tragically beautiful owner of Pop’s, whose resting face naturally looks violent. And, after that fateful night, he also happens to be Stiles’ favorite unobtainable companion.

Except when he decides it’s his ‘duty to the public’ to cut off Stiles’ caffeine supply.

“That’s not fair,” Stiles whines, tightening his hands around the coffee mug and glaring up at Derek. “I’m a paying customer. You’re supposed to take my money without complaining or questioning my life choices.”

“If you expect that kind of service you should go somewhere else.”

“Derek.” His voice is all whine. “You have to give me more coffee. How else am I going to finish all of this?” He gestures to the counter where several textbooks have been left open.

Derek snorts. “Stiles, you’ve been staring at your books without doing anything for ten minutes.” He grabs Stiles’ discarded pencil (which rolled across the counter and was forgotten) as evidence of his lack of work. “It’s almost 2 o'clock, you haven’t done any work, and you’re cut off. “ Derek reaches over the counter and presses the pencil’s eraser against Stiles’ forehead. “You know, normal people would be thinking about going to bed.”

Stiles bats the pencil away and snorts. “Yeah, well I think we can safely deduce that I am in no way normal. Why else would I be hanging out with you practically every night?”

Surprisingly, Derek doesn’t take the bait. It makes Stiles pout again; he loves the way that they banter and tease each other. But Derek just calmly pries the mug from his fingers and replaces it with a tall glass of water, a smirk teasing his lips. Obediently, though with an eye-roll, Stiles sips at the new drink. In all honesty, he’s not even feeling jittery from all of the coffee. He’s long suspected that Derek swaps his caffeinated coffee with decaf, but he hasn’t been able to prove it. Either way, he’s definitely more than ready to head back to his dorm and sleep for a few hours.

But at the same time, Stiles doesn’t want to leave Derek alone. He knows that he must be used to it; obviously he was alone before Stiles wandered in and kept coming back. But Stiles hates picturing Derek wasting time by himself. The first night they met, Derek had been behind the counter waiting for orders even though no one was there. And he’s never mentioned having anyone to go home to.

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Hot : Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Reader x Jungkook

Fluff

Word Count: 3,300+

  Jungkook would’ve been fine playing truth or dare under any other conditions than the situation he was currently placed in. You were sat across from him and his sneaky hyungs were surely up to something.

Or,

 Shy!Jungkook’s first kiss doesn’t go as planned.

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An Apprehensive Choice

Request: “can you do something where everyone loves the reader bc they’re so funny and just genuinely fun to be around but for some reason kylo doesn’t know how to talk to her”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 1984

Warnings: None


The first day on the Finalizer had been daunting. There were troopers marching everywhere, the eyes of officers lingering over your badges, and the booming voice that came overhead announcing things every so often. The combined stomping, glares, and loud voices caused some sort of a sensory overload, and you felt your chest tightening with anxiety as you tried to hurry along to your designated station. Once you arrived though, you found the environment totally changed. People were sneaking smiles and whispered inside jokes, and as you entered some even shot you a welcoming grin. Your station was full of engineers, planning how to better and create new weapons for the First Order. The pay was good, and the work hours were relaxed. You were the most brilliant minds in the Galaxy, and to your joy you found that your fellow intellectuals also shared your similar sense of humour.

Within the first week, you had settled comfortably into your cohort, even getting to know some of the officers and generals. General Hux stopped to check on your work often, as he was tasked to make sure all was in order at least twice a week. Along with a couple fellow engineers, you sat with Hux a lot during lunches and big First Order events.

In the next month, you had built a family here. Your co-workers were more like friends, and apart from a few who preferred to stick to their work and be alone, everyone loved you. You were funny, smart, witty, sarcastic, and above all you were kind. You were the most likable person on board, and even though you enjoyed time to yourself every now and then, it did feel amazing to be popular with everyone. You had also been asked out on many dates, but you politely declined all of them. Your heart had unfortunately become tied to only one.

Kylo Ren.

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Intoxicated - Lee Jaehwan Smut

Paring: Lee Jaehwan/ You (reader)
Word count; 2,829 
Rating; M


Here it is as promised, a smut dedicated to one of my ultimate biases Lee Jaehwan aka Ken from VIXX. This man is literally a heaven sent angel like I love him so much. I tried my best to make fellow Jaehwan stans happy I hope you enjoy! Theres also a feature of a tiny bit of angst and fluff! Enjoy Starlights!


- J



Look at how cute he is he is literally precious 

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How They Would React To You Wearing Glasses- Evan Peters Preference

Tate- Tate would love your glasses. He’d love how perfectly they would frame against your face still showing your amazingly good looks. He would love watching you play with them or push them up as you watched TV or read. Tate would take your glasses off of you before he wanted to cuddle or make out with you. Either way it signified something good was about to happen.


Kit- The first time Kit saw you in your glasses he couldn’t help but smile. He told you that they made you look very distinguished. Kit would love to kiss the spot on your nose exactly where your glasses stopped, which would often make you blush.


Pre-death Kyle- Kyle would think that your glasses are adorable. Sometimes he would steal them from you and put them on. He would give a pretty good impression of you while wearing them,” I’m (Y/N) and I’m the cutest person to ever exist.” Him saying that would make you blush and would most likely turn into Kyle hugging you from behind. He’d put your glasses back on you and give you kisses.


Post-death Kyle- Kyle would probably ask you why you had to wear your glasses all the time because he loved being able to look at you without anything obstructing his view. He would still think they are cute. Kyle would take them off of you and clean them up for you to make sure you could see perfectly clear. As he would place the glasses on your head, he would give you a kiss on your forehead.


Jimmy- Jimmy would love seeing you in your glasses. He hadn’t seen very many people that actually had them on all the time and would love that you were one of them. If you ever took them off he would make sure to keep track of where they were. He didn’t want you to hurt your eyes by not wearing them. If things started to get hot and heavy between you two, he would take off your glasses before laying you against something so you could continue what you were doing.


James- James would like your glasses, but would often ask you to take them off. He would love seeing your face and would often say,”Everyone should be able to see your full beauty.” Most times he asked you to take them off would be at formal events you were attending together. James would understand that they help you keep your eyes in good condition and would probably order you a new pair every week.


Rory- Rory would think your glasses made you pretty attractive. He’s always just had a thing for people who can pull them off well. If you ever weren’t wearing them he would ask where they are and tell you that it would be better for your eyes if you kept them on.


Edward- Edward would like your glasses, but he would rather you not wear them. He loves seeing the exact frame and shape of your face. Just like any other piece of art, he would want to see all of your features.

Toxic — Part 3

Originally posted by ninetiesdarling

yay part 3! thank you to everyone for the kind words, they really mean a lot :) I hope you enjoy this next part because I certainly enjoyed writing it lol ;) and don’t worry, there’re more parts coming


“Something wrong, wildcat?” J’s voice asked. I looked up to see J leaning towards the window. “Need a ride, doll?”

I nodded and jumped into his car. We were both silent as he took off.

“How was the party?” He asked in a tight voice.

“Bruce Wayne is a fucking asshole.” I answered. Then I started crying for no reason.

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Indigo Flowers

Fire Emblem: Fates

Pairing: Xander/Inigo

Description: After a tough mission, Xander is feeling down and Laslow tries to cheer him up with mixed results.

another fic for @brynhild-r, who introduced me to this under appreciated pairing

AO3

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A tentative knock at the door brought Xander from the hellscape of his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how long he could continue to follow King Garon’s orders, especially when they meant murdering innocent women and children for suspected treason. Their final expressions of terror were imprinted on the back of his eyelids and no matter what he tried to do they refused to leave.

“Come in,” he said, head in his hands.

“Milord, you haven’t left your quarters in six hours, I thought I’d check up on you,” Laslow said.

Xander looked up and saw the young man smiling at him, concern hidden beneath his familiar grin.

“Thank you for your concern Laslow, but I’m fine,” Xander replied, as much as he enjoyed the company of his flirtatious retainer, he was not in the mood for a friendly chat.

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Chuuya & Dazai would react to finding out that their s/o frequently goes to dance classes? (I'm absolutely in love with your blog by the way♡ You also seem like a really fun person to hang out with aha~)

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy the blog and that you think my personality’s okay, to boot! Will the compliments ever end

Nakahara Chuuya

  • The second that Chuuya learns you dance, he immediately sweeps you into his arms and maneuvers you in a complicated ballroom dance.  It’s not exactly the most graceful dance you’ve ever pulled off-you’ve probably never done it, after all- but Chuuya’s a surprisingly patient leader, and even though you’re struggling to keep up, the smile spreading across his face shows that he’s having the time of his life. He had more extra time on his hands a few years ago, Chuuya explains, and took up learning to dance. (It was to impress a girl he wanted to sleep with. He doesn’t mention that part.)
  • Aside from a handful of waltzes, Chuuya’s relatively clueless about dancing. He’s eager to learn, though; dance has always been attractive to him, especially so when it’s something that you enjoy. No matter what type you’re into, Chuuya’s intent on you teaching him.
  • Whenever you’re guiding Chuuya through a dance, his hands always end up wandering. He doesn’t mean to (well, most of the time), but when his hands are already lingering on your skin, he can’t help but start rubbing tiny circles, fingers migrating to places almost sensitive. More than once, a dance session has morphed into an entirely different kind of dance, finding you two naked and breathless on the floor. Although these tangents are tempting, if you want Chuuya to actually pick up any dances, you’ll have to enforce a strict no-hands-below-the-belt policy.
  • While Chuuya prefers you as his tutor, if you ask, he’ll attend a few of your classes with you. Although he’s a bit sour that everything has to be kept strictly PG in a group setting, he does enjoy seeing how your attitude and mannerisms shift while you’re dancing in a crowd. And, of course, if any dances require physical contact, Chuuya ensures his hands circle your waist rather than some stranger’s, which is a definite plus.
  • Despite Chuuya’s assurance that aside from a few lessons a long time ago, he’s never been instructed in dance, he’s freakishly skilled. You only have to show him the steps of a dance once or twice before he’s effortlessly keeping up with you once the music starts. Chuuya’s truly cut out for dance, and if you’re not careful, he’ll be better than you before you know it.
  • Though he enjoys any dance with you, ballroom dancing remains number one on Chuuya’s list. Often, Chuuya drags you along to any and all extravagant Port Mafia celebrations, just to show off the waltzes you two have perfected. Of course, elaborate galas aren’t the only place Chuuya sweeps you into a dance; every spot in his home ranging from the kitchen to the living room has been converted into an impromptu ballroom at one point or another. He delights in the intimacy of waltzes, but his favorite part is guiding you through turns. The way your dress fans out and spins with you is enough to send a shiver down his spine (and you will be wearing a dress, preferably one with a long, sinuous train. Chuuya insists. If you don’t have a suitably sweeping gown, he’ll buy one.)

Dazai Osamu

  • When you tell Dazai you’ve been going to dance classes, the first words to tumble out of his mouth are predictably inappropriate: “Ohhhh,” he squeals, a gleam lighting up his eyes, “are they pole dancing classes?” he asks, a bit too eagerly. If they are, he immediately grins, requesting a demonstration of what you’ve learned. If they’re not, he does his best not to visibly deflate at the somewhat-disappointing truth. As you explain the dances, however, showing him the steps, he cheers up in almost no time. Anything that makes you happy is enough to bring a smile to his face.
  • As with most things you enjoy, Dazai pounces on the opportunity to tease you. He pretends that he, too, knows how to dance, spinning around in movements that can only be classified as abysmal whenever you ask him to show off his skills. Whenever you’re trying to practice, he ambushes you, grabbing your hands and leading you in an enthusiastic, albeit disjointed, dance around his living room. More than once, the affair has produced a pulled muscle or sprained ankle. The smile cracking Dazai’s face before an accident, though, makes the minor injuries worth it (as long as he’s the one getting hurt).
  • Almost every weekend, Dazai drags you to an arcade for the sole purpose of wreaking havoc on the Dance Dance Revolution machine. Even though he may not have any coordinated couple-movements down, he slays when it comes to video games, and if you want to defeat him, you’re going to have to work for it. No matter how much you think you just killed the last round, somehow, Dazai always ends up absolutely smashing you. Of course, it doesn’t help that he’s not afraid to cheat when you’re cutting it close. Dazai’s not above shoving you off the dance pad if you’re hot on his tail. He apologizes after, of course, but is he really sorry? Not even a little. Dance Dance Revolution is serious business.
  • When Dazai actually tries to dance with you, he’s nothing short of amazing. The problem is, he rarely devotes all of his attention to anything other than teasing you. Whenever you guide him through the steps you’ve just learned, Dazai ends up at least half a beat behind, or he steps on your toes enough that you just throw in the towel. He offers to kiss your aching feet better, but most of the time, he ends up kissing upwards instead, leading smoothly into a steamy oral session. While he may not be born to be a dancer, he sure is good at making up for it in other ways.
  • While he brushes off most couple dances, Dazai does enjoy modern choreography. If you’re taught any of the routines from a recent music video or dance group, he gladly devotes some effort to learning those with you. Whenever you’re at a party together, Dazai loves to show off how skilled the two of you are at pop music numbers.
Unexpected Crush ~ Mingyu

Originally posted by seokmin---s

Genre: A little Angsty I suppose, but most fluff!

Warning: None

Words: 1903


My eyes quickly skimmed over the pages; I could hardly put down the book that Wonwoo had lent me yesterday afternoon.

I have known Wonwoo for quite some time now, I mean he is my best friend’s boyfriend after all.

I suppose it is a little more complicated than that but the past is the past.

My eyes flickered up from the book as Wonwoo’s best friend, Mingyu, plopped down beside me on the sofa in the Pledis lobby.

“Hey Y/N.” He said giving me a bright smile.

“Hi Mingyu.” I said returning a soft smile and continued absorbing the words on the pages.

Mingyu huffed and shifted around trying to gain my attention.

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

What I wasn’t expecting was for him to steal the book and slam it shut losing my place.

“Kim Mingyu!” I protested and hit his shoulder. All he did was laugh.

“Wonwoo gave you this yesterday. Slow down. Obviously he trusts you with his books, he doesn’t mind if you give them back after more than a day. Besides you have almost finished every book he has to offer.” Mingyu said as he kept the book captive.

I pursed my lips in annoyance and sat back against the sofa.

“Fine. What do you want?” I asked turning my attention toward Mingyu.

“Do you want to go get coffee, and then stroll through the park?” Mingyu asked.

“Sure that would nice.” I smiled. I placed my hand palm up toward Mingyu silently asking for the book.

“No.”

“Come on I’m just putting it in my bag. I promise I won’t whip it out. Even if you get exhaustingly boring.” I joked.

“Promise?” He asked.

“Promise.” I replied and stuck my pinky out. Mingyu chuckled and wrapped his enormous pinky around mine.

Mingyu handed me the book and I stashed it away in my bag.

“Shall we then?” Mingyu questioned standing up with his hand out.

I placed my hand in his as I stood.

I expected to release it once I was standing but he firmly kept my hand in his as we exited the building.

“You can give me my hand back now.” I said shyly as we walked down the street.

“I enjoy holding your hand in mine.” He smiled.

“I would like it better if I knew you recently washed your hands.” I poked fun at his infamous uncleanliness.

“Hey! I washed my hands a lot this afternoon… I think.” He defended.

I rolled my eyes and gave up.

As we entered the coffee shop my nostrils were greeted with the lovely smell of coffee.

There was a short line so we waited a bit and debated on what to get.

When we got to the front of the line Mingyu ordered first, he went with something new. I played it safe and ordered my regular.

Before I could reach for my wallet to pay my portion Mingyu whipped out some cash and gave it to the cashier.

“I can pay for my drink.” I prodded.

“Don’t worry about it.” Mingyu said brushing it off.

“Thank you.” I smiled as we waited for our drinks.

“Of course, I like to pay on dates.”

Had I been sipping my drink it would have spewed all over him. I did however choke on my spit. Lovely.

“Are you okay?” Mingyu asked with genuine concern.

“Peachy.” I mumbled trying to clear my throat.

“Oh my gosh you thought I just asked you to hang out.” Mingyu said in realization.

“Yes, but a date is fine.” I said reassuring him.

“Really?” He asked. I smiled and nodded.

A bashful grin played on Mingyu’s face. Something I hadn’t seen before, it was adorable.

Our drinks were up so we grabbed them and once again walked hand in hand to the park.

A comfortable silence was upon us. I was curious what he was thinking though.

Eventually we found a bench to sit on and sip our drinks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t specify before we left that I was asking you on a date.” Mingyu spoke up breaking the silence.

“It’s alright. I would have said yes either way.”

“I’m relieved. But to be completely honest I thought you liked Wonwoo.” Mingyu said.

I glanced up at him and he was focused on the ground.

“I did.” I replied truthfully, “but he is with my best friend and they are happy. So who am I to intrude?”

“I admire that about you.”

“What?”

“That you are truthful, and mature. Wonwoo told me he met you first at the ramen shop and were reading the same book.” Mingyu stated and looked at me.

“Yeah we did meet before my friend met him. But she really liked him so I didn’t do anything about it. I mean I am over it of course, we are friends. Plus I got the opportunity to meet you.” I smiled. Mingyu smiled back.

“We met first.” He said. My brows furrowed in confusion.

“I didn’t expect you to remember but that’s okay.” He smiled sadly and looked down once more.

I pondered for a while trying to figure out when I first Mingyu.

I thought it was when my best friend and Wonwoo were too nervous for their first date and they dragged us along with them.

“We should get going I have another dance practice in an hour.” Mingyu said standing up.

I stood up as well. We didn’t hold hands this time as we walked silently out of the park. This silence wasn’t as comforting as it was earlier.

Before I knew it we were standing in front of my apartment.

“Are you going in?” Mingyu asked.

“Oh yeah. Uh thanks for today. See ya later?” I asked.

“Sure.” He answered shortly.

I could tell he was upset I couldn’t remember. I feel bad. It makes it look like I really do have feelings for Wonwoo when I don’t, not anymore.

“Bye Mingyu.” I said and quickly made my way into the apartment building.

I lit a few candles and curled up on my couch pulling Wonwoo’s book out of bag. Finally, I can find my place and continue.

Except I couldn’t. My mind kept wondering and I would lose my place and end up re-reading over parts of the page I had already read.

I closed the book and groaned in frustration. Nothing has ever gotten to me like this before.

I had always found Mingyu quite attractive, I mean who wouldn’t? Initially I thought he was going to be a douche bag since most guys I meet who have a face like that have a pretty crappy personality.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out his personality was quite lovely, he is funny, he can cook and overall is a really nice guy.

But did I like him? No, liking his face and admiring his personality didn’t mean…

The more I thought about it the more it made sense that, yes I did like Mingyu as more than a friend.

I’m sure my neighbor down stairs was fed with me as a paced the floor incessantly.

“Think, think, think!” I chastised myself as tapped my head.

I closed my eyes tight and tried to visual a time and place I could have met Mingyu and then it clicked.

I grabbed my purse and slipped on my shoes quickly bolting out of the building. I briskly walked to the Pledis building.

I would run, but I hate running so speed walking was going to have to do.

When I got to Pledis I went to the practice room. They were gone and the janitor was sweeping the floor.

Since they aren’t here maybe they are at their dorm.

So I found myself speed walking to their apartment building.

When I got there I rung the bell to their apartment.

“Hello?” Soonyoung’s voice came over the intercom.

“Hey Soonyoung, it’s Y/N.” I said.

“Oh hey! I will let you up.” He answered and the door buzzed signalling it was open.

I made my way up to their floor and rapped on the door.

Wonwoo answered and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. Back with my book already?” He asked.

“No. Is Mingyu here?” I asked slightly out of breath.

“Oh yeah he is. I think he is in his room.” He informed me.

“Thanks.” I mumbled quickly and pushed past Wonwoo kicking my shoes off and running down the hall to the room Mingyu stayed in.

Rather than bursting in and possibly seeing a partially naked boy I knocked on the door loudly.

“Who on earth-” Mingyu grumbled as he opened the door. He stopped mid-sentence and stared at me.

I’m sure I was a sight for sore eyes. My hair was probably disheveled and I know for certain I was sweating.

“I remember.” I said.

-

I cursed my parents and their terrible genes as I stood tiptoed trying to reach a book from the shelf.

“Here.” A voice said grabbing the book with ease handing it to me.

I looked up at tall boy and blinked a few times. He looked like the type that would stand back and watch me make a fool of myself as I tried to get the book.

“Thank you.” I smiled softly.

My eyes flickered to the book he had in his hand.

“That isn’t a very good book. If you are looking for something bland then sure. But if you want something with a deeper plot and feelings then you should go with…” My eyes scanned the rows of books until I landed on one of my favorites. I grabbed it and handed it to him.

“That is one of my absolute favorites. I have read it many times.” I laughed awkwardly. All this dude did was help me and now here I am chastising his taste in books.

“Thank you, this is a birthday gift for my friend. I think he will like this.” He said as overlooked the back cover.

“Oh well. I hope he likes it. Thanks again for grabbing the book for me.” I said and turned around walking out of the aisle toward the checkout.

-

Mingyu tried to hide his smile as I finished telling him the story.

“I’m sorry I didn’t remember right off the bat. But even if we hadn’t met first, it wouldn’t matter because I like you. A lot.” I said.

“Good, because I like you a lot too.” Mingyu grinned.

A stupid smile made it’s way to my face.

“Do you have time tomorrow to go see a movie with me? By the way it is date.” Mingyu said. I laughed softly.

“I do, thanks for the heads up.” I joked.

“It would be really awkward if we were in the middle of the movie and you only realized then it was a date.”

“Yeah it would.” I giggled.

“Did you walk here?” He asked.

“Speed walked.” I replied.

“It is getting dark, would you like me to walk you home?” He offered.

“I would love that.” I smiled.

After slipping on our shoes, we walked hand in hand to my apartment building excitedly discussing which movie to see and what snacks to sneak in.

When I woke up this morning I thought I had residual feelings for Wonwoo, turns out I was wrong. Boy am I glad I was wrong.


This turned out completely different from when I first started it haha. I hope you  liked it and thank you for reading!

Sen~

The Path Untraveled, Re-Visited

… i dunno, i was trying to press through writer’s block by just typing a lot and seeing if anything worked out & this happened…

Canon Characters: ADA Rafael Barba & Detective Dominick ‘Sonny’ Carisi Jr.
Non-Canon: Reader / You.

edited to add: a pseudo-part-two from Rafi’s perspective happened, too.


Originally posted by rafealbarba


“I swear, you’ve never met someone like him, you’ll just adore him-”

“Sonny, I’m not quite feeling myself,” so instead, you gripped hard onto his arm, pleaded with him to accept your modest attempt at escape; “maybe it’s the nerves- perhaps I should go get a drink…”

“Oh stop,” promptly, he tugged at your sleeves, straightening out the wrinkled velvet that had bunched at your elbows. “He’s a great guy,” he twirled your curls around a fingertip, smirked as he watched them fall into place, “I’ve been shadowing him, you’ll think he’s so interesting- How do I look?”

Oh, Sonny. Sweet, precious Sonny- your darling ‘boyfriend’ of only a few months. Instead of objecting at his sudden, apparent need to primp and prep your appearance, you lay a hand atop his cheek. He really was so handsome, so excited about life, and you- “Sonny, sweetheart, I think we may have something to discuss…”

Instead of indulging your suggestion, his eyes went wide, as he quite obviously went to staring over your head. “Doll, we’ll talk about whatever you want tonight, but now-” he took a deep breath, tried to subdue the boyish smirk pulling at the corners of his lips while fixing his (not-even-)crooked tie, “Well, he’s comin’ this way and-”

“Carisi!” You flinched as soon as the voice came from behind you, but dared not twist that way. “Carisi, when they said you brought a date, I thought they were lying to me.”

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Deal | Hwasa (Mamamoo)

Deal | Hwasa (Mamamoo)

word count: 3.1k
genre: smut, gang!au
warnings: kidnapping, handcuffs, mention of murder, mention of prostitution, mention of sex slaves
Caught You | Deal



When you startle away, body flinging upright on what appears to be a bed, you’re snapped back into a laid out position by heavy metal cuffs secured around your wrists. They’re looped carefully through the wrought iron bars of the headboard, leaving you with no room to escape. You probably wouldn’t get very far even if you could find a way to bend metal. Besides the smooth silk sheets that hang loosely around your waist, jostled by your hasty movements, you can feel that there’s nothing protecting your body from anything that could be lurking around here. You’re not even sure where “here” is since it’s not any of the back rooms at Lush and the expensive decor is certainly higher than your apartment. So aside from being cuffed to a bed, you have a few other problems involving the fact that you’re naked and in a foreign place. For all you know someone’s planning on killing you.

Then again if your hazy memories of what could be last night or weeks ago depending on how long you’ve been asleep, you’re somewhere only the members of Mamamoo can find you. That doesn’t sound very safe seeing as they’re the notorious gang that’s been plastered all over the media for months, but it’s better than the door opening and you not having an inkling of an idea as to who will greet you. As if the universe was timing the event to sync up with your internal monologue, the door across from the bed swings open. The woman you assume is Hwa Sa steps in and kicks the door shut behind her. There’s the telltale click of the lock and you’re suddenly not so sure the calm you felt just seconds earlier was truly warranted.

There’s nothing obviously menacing about the woman in front of you. If anything she screams sex on legs, but the deliberate way she stalks towards you reminds you a bit too much of a cheetah sneaking up on its prey. Even her eyes give off a predatory glint as she skirts over your current state. You should be embarrassed. A complete stranger so openly appraising your exposed body, but you suck it up and stare back at her with what you hope is an equally heated look. You brought this on yourself, but hell if you’ll go down without even a little bit of a fight. Hwa Sa just smirks at you and sits down next to you on the bed.

“Look who’s finally awake. I thought Byul Yi-unnie had killed you.” She teases. The same husky voice that had punched desire straight into your gut does it again and you immediately clamp your thighs together in what you hope is a discreet manner. The worst thing you can do right about now is show weakness. It’s apparent that all of them know what you’re up to, somehow, but you won’t back down now that you’re this close to exposing them. Your hopes for your jerky movement having been missed by the blue-haired girl are dashed when her hand shoots out to grab your thigh. Her sharpened nails lightly drag over your sensitive skin through the thin barrier of the sheet and you shift around awkwardly.

“Stop moving so much.” She huffs before swinging her leg across yours so she’s seated on your thighs. She’s not particularly heavy but the heat of her thick thighs caging around yours does little to douse that fire that she started ablaze. You fall still anyway, not wanting to push whatever patience she has for your situation. She nods to herself once you fall still.

“Okay, now we can get somewhere.” She shifts around on your lap before fully settling herself. “Young Sun-unnie sent me to interrogate you and she said use any means necessary, so that’s what I’ll do.” The name Young Sun is new to you but you have bigger things to worry about. You can’t tell if she’s informing you of this information or reminding herself of the task at hand. Either way it gives you a few seconds to steel yourself for what’s about to come. You’ve never been faced with such an ultimatum since this is the first time you’ve ever managed to get caught by the people you were after, but “any means necessary” usually means pain. You’re tough enough that you can deal with small doses of pain like slapping or hair pulling, that was just how most girls fought back when you first worked as a stripper, but a gang member could more than likely kill you with their bare hands no matter how attractive they are.

“First question: why were you trying to find us?” She asks carefully. Her thick lips are pressed into an unapologetic line as she awaits your answer. Should you tell her? They must already know half of the reason you’ve been so pressed to find out more about them if they could single you out in a club full of other dancers. The Byul Yi girl even knew your name, so what’s with the pretense. You seal your lips and look away.

“Oh, come on, [Name]. Just answer my questions. The quicker this is over the quicker we can figure out what to do with you. Good behavior is a guarantee that we won’t kill you. We prefer obedient toys.” Hwa Sa says matter-of-factly. Toys? All this time you had thought Mamamoo was just the typical drug dealing, money embezzling, loan sharking type of gang with an average body count, but her words sound as though they dabble in the realm of human trafficking as well. That’s where you draw the line. You could dance for money but letting people sleep with you for the same money that could buy you popcorn at the movies wasn’t something you were ready to take part in. You dodge her question by asking another.

“You’re gonna turn me into a prostitute?” It wouldn’t be that hard seeing as you’re attractive beyond average, but because of that you’re also well-known. As a journalist you get your picture spread around quite a lot as the woman who busted one dangerous crime ring or another. It would be hard to make you disappear without a little bit of backlash. Your company has the police monitoring you just to be sure that you don’t get caught up in this exact type of situation. Depending on how long you’ve been gone there will definitely be some sort of uproar going on at least at the office if not on the news and newspapers yet. You wonder if the girls are aware of this little fact.

“You’re too good to be a prostitute.” Hwa Sa decides, “You’d be our personal little doll. No one but us will get to touch you, so don’t worry.” Her words sound reassuring as if the life of a sex slave is made more appealing by being shared amongst only four women. Regardless of the fact that they’re all lovely to look at you can’t imagine it being very fun for you in the long run. Besides the fact that you’ll undoubtedly be hoarded away from the rest of society, you’d probably die after a few weeks. Byul Yi knocked you out in under an hour and you’ve been out cold for who knows how long. If the rest of them play as rough as she does you’ll wither into nothing just from overexertion and dehydration. There are probably chickens that die in more dignified manners.

“You can’t keep me here.” Hwa Sa blinks at you then smirks like she finds your declaration amusing.

“And why can’t we?”

“The police will be looking for me after too long of my not reporting back to work.”

“You think the police will be worried about a missing stripper? I’ve heard of housewives up and leaving their family without anyone batting an eye. You’re not that special sweetheart. Pretty, but not special.”

“Aren’t I though? You asked why I was trying to find you guys. Well, here’s your answer: I’m a journalist. It’s my job to hunt down leads about criminals and publish it in the news. I was trying to take you down. Now that I’m gone my company will have the police looking for me because if they find me they’ll more than likely find you, so I hope this place–wherever we are–isn’t in Seoul because it’s the first place they’ll be looking.” As you explain the gravity of the situation, Hwa Sa’s knowing smirk drops into a grin scowl. You’ve somehow gained the upperhand and you can all but see a plan formulating in her head as she tries to get around the situation she’s unknowingly put herself and the rest of the girls into. Not to say it’s her fault since it was Byul Yi that came in, guns blazing, and fucking you into oblivion. Had she just tried to negotiate with you you probably could’ve come to an agreement that didn’t immediately involve the police, but she’d been hasty in her planning and you’d been lax in your self-control which spiraled out into this mess.

“You’re lying.” Hwa Sa suddenly declares. You squint up at her. “You’re just trying to scare us into letting you go.”

“You think I’d lie about the police coming for me? For what? To get out of being a sex slave?” Hopefully you can turn this around on her. “I’ve slept with one of your members and you think I’d give that up to go home to bring a stripper. That job is all tease and no release. I’m not that dumb.”

“Obviously you are. I’m not falling for it, so tell me why you’re really after us. The truth or I won’t play so nice with you.” You’re not sure what she wants to hear at this point. You’ve told her the truth and she doesn’t believe you. There’s not much else to go on from there. Either she listens or she doesn’t, and it doesn’t matter either way because the police will start looking for you once they realize something’s gone amiss in your pursuit of the truth. No matter how annoyed they get with you sticking your nose in their area of expertise it’s still their job to keep you safe. Plus you become a helpful asset when you help track down criminals they couldn’t find on their own.

“That’s the truth. Take it or leave it.” The slap she administers to your face is fast and hard. You neck statins with the force with which it’s snapped to the side. You groan at the unpleasant feeling.

“Just tell me why you’re here!” She shouts. At this point it looks like she’ll be willing to take anything but the truth as just that. You could probably tell her you wanted to join and she’d eat it up. That’s not actually a half bad idea. It’s not unheard of for strippers to join gangs just for the money and extra clientele. In all honesty, that’s probably what Hwa Sa has been waiting for you to tell her; so you do.

“See; that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Her plush lips settle back into the same sly smirk that adorned her face when she first walked in. “But like I said, ‘you’re too good to be a prostitute’ and we’re not looking for new members.” Her voice has suddenly taken an aloof tone and anxiety twists in your gut like barbed wire. If they don’t need more members, then they don’t need you and uselessness isn’t a coveted trait around the underground. You squirm on the bed, still mostly pinned by Hwa Sa’s godly thighs, your wrist stinging as the metal handcuffs start to bite into your skin.

“Don’t look so worried,” Hwa Sa reassures you, “The option of being our plaything is still on the table.”

“I–I don’t want to.” You spout out stupidly. Hwa Sa quirks a perfect brow at you and you bite your lip at how dumb you sound. How would a prostitute be different from a personal sex slave? Easy, it’s not. Hwa Sa seems to think so, too.

“It’s not,” You look away from her to try and formulate a halfway believable excuse. “I just–I’m afraid I won’t be good enough.” That was a complete lie. You aren’t the type to sleep with half the city just because, but out of your small amount of partners no one has ever said you weren’t good. Some even called you for another round. But Hwa Sa doesn’t need to know that. You just pout your lips and avoid her eyes like the whole situation is embarrassing to you. A hand slams down on the bed next to your head and Hwa Sa is suddenly leaning so close to you that if you shifted forward even a fraction of an inch her lips would be on yours.

“I saw how you let Byul Yi-unnie fuck you,” Her other hand lands on your cheek, slowly moving lower; over the curve of your jaw, down the column of your neck, along the slant of your collarbone, lingering in the valley between your breasts before shooting down to hike your leg around her hip. The silk sheets slide lower still, barely protecting Hwa Sa’s shorts from being ruined by the growing heat between your legs. Instead of letting your single layer of protection remain Hwa Sa yanks it away. You don’t drop your leg from her hip. Instead you wrap both legs right around her and press your bare badly against her like a koala.

“What are you doing that for?” You pout and look away. “Baby, you know I’ve seen you makes before, right? And you didn’t seem to mind me staring at your boobs until a second ago.”

“I was a bit tied up.” You deadpan with a rattle of your cuffs.

“Good, you can stay like that.” She starts to get up and your heart freezes in your chest. She can’t leave you tied up. You wrack your brain for anything that could get her to stay, get her to uncuff you, until you realize she’s not leaving. Hwa Sa just stands at the foot of the bed, just staring at you. After a few beats of silence she starts tugging her shirt over her head. One after another her clothes drop to the floor until she’s completely naked.

“Let’s see if you’re really as bad as you say.” You tug hard on your restraints as Hwa Sa climbs over you again, your fingers reaching out to touch her gorgeous honey skin. You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper when she presses her body against you, and your legs lock around her waist. She stares into your eyes few an intense moment before kissing you, hard. You kiss back with equal vigor, your hips twitching to press against her. Hwa Sa happily swallows your noises of satisfaction as you grind against her stomach.

“Fuck, don’t do that,” She groans into your neck between sucking dark bruises into your skin. You continue regardless only to stop when her hand slips between the two of you to glide across your clit. You cry out, cuffs clanging against the metal as you try fruitlessly to touch her. “God, baby, how are you this wet already?” She teases, pulling her hand away to hold it up to the light. Your arousal shines on her fingers before getting licked off by her tongue. The whine that rips from your throat is more akin to a kicked puppy than a human as your mind runs wild with how she could use that tongue on you.

“Hwa Sa,” She smirks down at you, grabbing a handful of your breast and teasing your nipple with her still-wet fingers.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Eat me, please.” You pant. You’re getting so wound up and she hasn’t really done anything yet. Hwa Sa tilts her head thoughtfully with another one of her smirks tugging at her lips.

“Only if you promise to return the favor,” You nod aggressively, doing whatever it takes to feel those pretty lips and perfect tongue against you right now. Hwa Sa unhooked your legs and moves up your body. Your tongue pokes eagerly out of your mouth as she turns around and drops her hips against your face. You can tell what she’s doing, but still react like you’ve been electrocuted when she spreads your thighs then presses her tongue flat against your clit. You muffle your moans against her pussy, reveling in the taste of her as she licks into you with the same feverish intensity she had kissed you. Each swirl of her tongue leaves you flying higher, closer to your release and you happily return the favor tenfold. Your lips wrap around her clit and suck hard, rewarding her with a playful finger thrusting inside her when she moans against you again.

You feel like you’re melting. All you can feel is her. Hwa Sa’s glorious thighs cage you in, her wet pussy rocking desperately against your mouth, her lips kissing your lower lips while two fingers press against your g-spot. You’re so close to the edge that your legs shake around Hwa Sa’s head as she mutters the dirtiest things into your thigh. She comes before you, your mouth floods with the taste of her as her fingers fuck into you faster. You come seconds later with a shout of her name. Both of you collapse against the bed in blissed out fatigue. After a few minutes Hwa Sa moves to uncuff you. Just as she’s tossing away the offending object the door opens again and Byul Yi and the one you think is Young Sun step in. Young Sun looks amused at the sight before her, but Byul Yi looks livid.

“Unnie, wait! Before you get mad at me: she agreed to be our go-to girl for whenever we need to fuck.” Hwa Sa sputters quickly. You can’t remember explicitly agreeing to those terms, but you don’t say anything to correct her. It doesn’t work to pacify Byul Yi, though. The grey haired girl storms out of the room without saying anything.

“Don’t worry about her, sweetheart,” Young Sun says as she walks up to stand next to the bed, “Byul Yi has always been a little possessive.” Hwa Sa scoffs.

“A little?” Young Sun gives her a pointed look that shuts up whatever tangent the younger was about to go off on.

“She’ll have to learn to share, ’cause from now on this,” Her hand shoots out to cup your sex, “Belongs to all of us now. Remember that, Hye Jin.”
Sirius Black (smutty Imagine)

Originally posted by zarb

Imagine you and your husband Sirius Black are on your honeymoon…


It was early evening when Y/N stepped out of the open shower in their overwater suit. She was slightly disappointed that Sirius hadn’t joined her in the bathroom, but he was probably exhausted from the long walk they did around the island. So instead she took a deep breath and reached for a towel to wrap it around her body. A quick check in the mirror, before she left the bathroom and stepped into their king size bedroom. The canopy bed with the white sheets which was trapped in the middle of the room to have a perfect few onto the ocean still took Y/N’s breath every time she entered the room. But to her surprise Sirius was nowhere to be found. Slightly confused the young witch strolled through their suit but her husband must have left the hut. As she reentered the bedroom - still only covered in a towel - she noticed a black gift box on the bed and next to it a note.

Good evening Mrs. Black!

 

I hope you enjoyed your hot shower. I would have loved to join you this night, but I have a different plan for us tonight. On the bed you can see a black gift box. I would love you to please wear it and then meet me down at the beach by seven. Just follow the path.

I love you, my gorgeous wife!

 

Your husband

An exciting smile hushed over Y/N’s lips as she read the note and for a short moment she didn’t  believe she could love Sirius more than this. Her heart started to race at his words. Your husband.

Merlin! It has been almost 7 weeks and she still felt her head spin every time she thought about it. She was married to the love of her life.

A glance to her left hand and she saw her wedding band shimmering in the setting sun. And now he had arranged something for them tonight. Nervousness was bubbling up, as she put the note to the side and reached for the slim box.

What did he plan?

The lid to the side and between a ton of pink and golden paper tissues was a dress.

Carefully she pulled it out of the box and gasped as she saw the gorgeous summer dress. The satin fabric fell all the way to the floor and it was held up by two thin straps. It was covered in a dream of exotic flowers and as she turned it around she noticed an open back.

Where did he get this dress from?

As the girl put the dress onto the bed she noticed something else in the packet. Can it be?

A white backless lace bra with matching panties was neatly placed between the tissue paper and Y/N took it out to slowly trace her finger through the material. The outfit was perfect!

Sirius already put so much effort into this. What did he plan for tonight? The nervousness which was bubbling inside of her was risking to flow over and she had to swallow hard. Calm down, Y/N! What are you so nervous about! This is your husband and it’s your honeymoon!

“My husband…”, the word slipped over her lips, before she even had the chance to stop it and then she just stood there still only dressed in her towel and grinned down at the bed. She needed to get ready. The clock was going to strike seven in less than thirty minutes.

 

A nice summer breeze caressed over Y/N’s face, when she made her way down the pier to the beach of Bora Bora.

But to her disappointment there was no Sirius standing there. Was she too early? Or even too late?

But then she remembered what the note had said. Follow the path

But what path? She took a few more steps down to the water, and then she noticed the fire. Tiki torches were arranged through the sand building a perfect path and without hesitation Y/N followed it.

Her heart was risking to jump out from excitement.

And as she reached the end of the torches the scene in front of her literally took her breath, tears welling up in her eyes.

A hand raced to her mouth and she had to hold back an emotional gasp.

There he was standing in a white button down paired with cream dress pants, leaning against a beach cabana two Prosecco glasses in his hands, looking at her expectingly.

“Sirius…"the gasp slipped through her fingers, as he slowly walked towards her, a soft smile on his lips.

"Hello Mrs. Black!”, he grinned and stopped in front of her, leaning down to kiss her.

“You look gorgeous!”, a soft whisper against her lips and she was butter against his chest.

“Sirius this is…”, she was grasping for words, but all she could do was stare.

“Too much? I know…I mean I should have known…the path and the sunset and-”, a hand covered his mouth and he abruptly stopped his babbling. “I wanted to say breathtaking.”

“Oh…”

Sirius eyes grew big and he just handed her one glass.

“So it’s good?”

“Merlin Sirius! What part of breathtaking didn’t you get?”

“Just making sure!”, he grinned and pulled her towards the cabana. When they sat down they had a perfect view towards the ocean and the setting sun.

“This is really stunning Sirius!”

“Only the best for my wife!”, he said and reached for her hand to place soft kisses onto the back of it. “Mrs. Y/N Black…” A shiver ran down her spine as he kissed over her wedding band.

“My wife…” there was that beauteous sunset right in front of them, but somehow she couldn’t keep her eyes from him.

“Did you like the dress?”

“It’s gorgeous! Thank you!”

“Well, actually the dress you have to thank Y/BFF/N for. She helped me find the perfect one.”

“And what about all this?” She pointed around her and had grinned slightly.

“I came up with the idea…I only asked her what she thought of it. I swear, she didn’t help at all.”

“You did this all by yourself?” A nod. “That’s why I asked if you liked it.” “I love it!” And it was the truth, she was baffled by the fact that he planned all this by himself. She still underestimated him way too often.

“I love you!” She pulled him down by his collar and kissed him passionately, while the sun behind them barely shone over the horizon.

His hand reached for their glasses and put it onto a teapot next to them without breaking their kiss and then he wrapped his arms around her waistline and pulled her up into the mattress.

“Sirius…someone could walk past us…”, she breathed against his lips, but her resistance ran thin.

“It’s a private area, no one will walk passed us. But to play safe”, he suddenly reached behind himself and pulled out his wand. A swing with his wrist and the curtains of the cabana fell shut. “And a silencing spell for even more privacy.” And instead of waiting for her approval he just pulled her on top of him and clashed their lips back together in a heated kiss.

“Merlin, when I saw you walking down that path…” One moan was being swallowed by another, when he grunted against her pelvis. She felt his hands caress over bare back pulling her closer against his body. Her hands tangled up into his black hair and she wished there was less clothes between them.

Sirius seemed to have the same thoughts because he started to peel her out of her dress. “So gorgeous, my wife!”

Heat was rushing through her blood and the only thing she could think of was how perfect this was.

“Sirius…slow…we have all night!”

She placed her palm against his cheeks and tried to calm his breathing down. His eyes left the skin of her body and he finally met her eyes.

“…all night!”

“Yes!”, she pressed an innocent kiss against his lips and then brushed a strained of black hair out of his face.

His eyes were dilated with lust and Y/N swallowed hard to not just throw over board what she had said and let this end faster than they anticipated.

And then he suddenly pulled her face down and leaned her forehead against his, as he looked deep into her eyes.

“Let’s make a baby!”

She nodded and tried to hold back her tears and their lips got captured in a breathtaking kiss, when he slowly pushed her down into the cushions.

“I’m gonna make sweet love to you, all night long darling!”, he promised hoarsely, unbuttoning his shirt. She watched him with hungry eyes strip his clothes down to his shorts on top of her, while he whispered sweet nothingnesses into the summer air. “Gonna love you slow…” his lips found their way to her neck and she moaned as he kissed his way down to her bra. The hot trail he left behind made her shiver, her body panted against his and she had to tangle her finger into his hair to keep his lips right where they were.

“Sirius…”

“Yes, darling?” He opened the front of her bra and threw it to the side. The cool air that ran over her breasts distracted her for a second, when suddenly a wet heat wrapped around one of her buds.

“Merlin you taste so good!” She threw her head back with a soft moan. Suddenly losing all the control of her lower body which was panting against his thigh uncontrollably.

“Slowly, darling. You’ll get the attention soon!”

His hand landed on her pelvis and she gasped shocked, before he slowly pushed her lower body down against the mattress.

“Merlin, I love when you lose control!” She felt him take off her panties and before she could even think twice a finger slipped between her legs and a silent scream escaped her mouth. It was moving teasingly slow and she almost whined frustrated, when he added a second finger and soon after a third joined the first two.

When he was finally sure she was ready he got rid of her briefs and let his fingers slip out of her.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, slightly exhausted just from the foreplay, when she felt him between her legs. Her gaze roamed over his face which was bathed in a fiery color from the fire torches and last bit of sunshine. He was the most attractive person she has ever seen and she just had to touch his face.

So when he pushed into her, her hands were cupping his face and she pulled him down to kiss him with all she got.

Sirius steadily thrusted into her a slight film of sweat covered his forehead and they just held each other in the dark of the night. The waves of the ocean and the breeze of the summer were the only noises that accompanied their heavy breaths. And then Y/N felt her climax roll over her and she buried her face in the crotch of his neck, dampening the loud moan that slipped through her lips.

Another deep thrust and suddenly Sirius followed her with a groan and her body was trembling as she felt him come inside of her.

“Merlin, I love you!”, Sirius mumbled breathless against her neck.


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Request from anon: Could you please do one where the reader crosses paths with Gideon from OUAT somehow (maybe he takes her as a hostage or she just already knows who he is) and he just keeps wanting to see her and he doesn’t know why. They have a sarcastic, “I don’t like you” kind of friendship (even though he’s still “bad”) and one day he realizes he likes her? You can decide how it ends :)

Note: Apologies for the delay in getting this written up. I went a little crazy haha! I think this strayed a little (only a little) but hoping the person who requested it still enjoys it :)

Gideon x Reader

Words: 2,119

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

You were lost. Completely and utterly so. Turns out map reading really wasn’t a talent of yours at all. Something which you probably should have considered before heading out on a hike in a state you had never even stepped foot in before. Nothing about your current surroundings even indicated to you whether you were going around in a circle or not because each and every tree looked identical, even the branches and the leaves that had fallen to the ground seemed to have fallen in the exact same way around every tree.

In a fit of rage you let out a frustrated growl before ripping the map up into segments as though it was completely to blame for your lack of skill in the navigation department.

“Now what did that map ever do to you?”

The disembodied voice caused you to swiftly turn on the balls of your feet, your centre of gravity threatening to disappear completely, but you managed to quickly balance yourself as you came face to face with a dark figure leaning up against a nearby tree. Dark wasn’t even an over exaggeration either as he was actually stood there in a black cloak with the hood casting a dark ominous shadow over his face.

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why not both?
  • pairing: eisuke ichinomiya x MC x soryu oh.
  • rating: mature. it’s nice & smutty.
  • requested by: just me, lmao. definitely send me a request if you have one tho pls!
  • word count: ~1700.
  • author’s notes: okay so this is my first fanfic, crossing my fingers that it’s alright! i wrote this while i was at work on my phone, so pls forgive any errors. anyway, i just had to write this bc every time i look at the picture below, i’m like “man i’d give up my ability to eat chocolate ever again if i could sandwich myself between them”. in addition, since they’re two of my fave characters, the idea of them both being totally whipped for MC & doting on her makes me really happy?? i’m rambling, just pls read it & let me know what y'all think! enjoy 😘

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