they want to count you out


title: Classified (Peter Parker Imagine)

characters: reader x peter parker, daughter!reader x tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, clint barton, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, james rhodes, wanda maximoff, vision, sam wilson

request:“Could you write one where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and is dating Peter Parker? Something where the reader and peter try to sneak around and be discreet but everyone on the team knows about the relationship except Tony. Maybe Tony could find out in a very uncomfortable way or something like that? You can take what you want (if any) from this. You are a fantastic writer so i’m sure it will be great!” - @shenanigans-and-broken-hearts​

word count:1,411

warnings: swearing, secrecy (is that a warning idk)

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Let Go [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: I know I’m supposed to be doing a lot of stuff but this came out of nowhere….

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Death and broken dreams

Word Count: 1429

TAGS: @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @kpkarlee @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian @dc-hoe @wtfisachoncexx @jxsontxdds @yoichooseno @kiogenic @iamthenightiambatman @mockingjay-fury @zhang91yixing @mama-aqua @bandsomatic @theamazingrain @batbros-before-hoes @american-assassin-and-superhero



When you were a little girl, you always imagined what your life would be like in the future. Your curious, naive eyes would see a fair maiden who looked so much like you, with a radiant smile painted on her lips. She lived in a beautiful cottage in the country, away from the starless sky of the city, away from the monotonous sounds invading her ears and away from the monsters that wore sheep’s clothing. Somehow the sun was always bright, there wasn’t a droplet of rain anywhere yet the flowers still grew as if it had been fed all the water in the world.

There would be a man beside her, so handsome and humble one could mistake him for a prince taken out of the pages of the storybook your mother used to read to you every night. He was as vibrant as her, so much so that he seemed to emanate a faint glow. He always stayed by her no matter where she went. You couldn’t have one without the other. Their eyes sparkled with the light of infinite galaxies when they looked at each other. And when they smiled? No words could describe the happiness on their face. It may not be seen at times but it could always be felt.

And they loved each other. Oh how they loved each other dearly. The very symbol of their love would be running in the fields by their cottage as they watched, as happy as could be.

That was what you wanted your future to be. The future of your dreams, something peaceful and perfect in every way. The perfect life.

But life… life wasn’t like that. Life wasn’t perfect.

In fact, life was the very opposite of dreams.

You knew you shouldn’t have had such an ambitious dream because what you dreamed of, life gave you the opposite.

“J-Jason.” you gasped when you saw the blur that you somehow recognized as your boyfriend’s unmistakable face, “Jason, I-I–”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Jason whispered, cradling your body in his arms, “It’s going to be okay.” His words could barely be heard over the harsh drumming of the rain. You shook your head as you broke down crying.

It was a mission gone wrong. You weren’t meant to be there in the first place, you weren’t part of the plan so the plan couldn’t protect you no matter how much you or Jason wanted it to. It was your own damn fault so you simply paid for it, but that didn’t mean you wanted it.

“N-No, it’s not.” you uttered, “I-It hurts Jason, it hurts so much.” Your voice cracked as you tried to sooth the pain on your torso and it broke Jason’s heart entirely.

“Hey, hey [F/N],” Jason had a lump stuck in his throat and tears in his eyes but he refused to let himself cry, “Everything’s going to be alright.” When you continued on weeping, Jason held your face in his hands and said, “[F/N]. [F/N], you have to listen to me. I… I will make sure everything will be alright–” you tried to turn away but he held you in place, “–[F/N], love, I promise you. I swear that it will work out. You’ve got to trust me, okay? Just…” he closed his eyes tightly before opening them again but his voice wavered as he said the next few words, “just trust me.”

Through the pain that burdened you, you managed to nod. You tried to keep your eyes on him but your fear only grew when your vision began darkening and you slowly lost sight of the man you fell in love with. Your breath began to quicken, alarming the man holding you in his arms.

“[F/N]? [F/N], focus on me–”

“I-I can’t.” you confessed in a panicked voice. “Jason, I c-can’t see you anymore, I can’t see–I can’t–” You began to cry again as the reality of it all fell onto your shoulders. You were going to die and there was nothing to do about it. You were going to die in a dirty, infested alleyway as a disgrace.

“T-This isn’t how m-my life was supposed to be.” you sobbed, shaking your head weakly.

“Then… then tell me, tell me what you wanted it to be like.” Jason requested gently, sniffing, trying to do anything to distract you from your pain.

You closed your eyes as you tried to regain that imaginative vision you had as a child. Swimming through your mind, you managed to find a piece of the dream you had. You held it close to your heart and brought it up to the surface and allowed yourself to be lied to one last time.

With a shuddering breath, you began in a voice that could be lost in the wind, “I would be living in a cottage… surrounded by nothing but… green fields and meadows of flowers. I would be free from any expectations and free of life’s restraints.” You gasped for breath.


“By my side,” you struggled to continue, “by my side would be… the love of my life, the man I would have my child with. The same child running through the fields.”

“A-And is that man me?” your boyfriend inquired, trying to lighten up the mood despite this very dark time. It made you laugh, but coming out from your mouth at your state, it was more of a wheeze. Still, through your blood and tears, you smiled.

Yes.” you said in a hushed voice, “Yes, the love of my life… Jason Peter Todd.” You closed your eyes. “Jason. My Jason.” You heard Jason laugh quietly though it sounded utterly helpless.

“Jason?” you murmured. Your lover hummed in response and softly stroked your hair in the loving manner he always adored doing whenever you two were alone. “I-I’m tired, but I don’t want to leave.”


“I-I’m so scared of leaving you.” you muttered, feeling the tears appear again. “I don’t want to leave you.” The droplets of rain felt cold against your skin but you swore some of them were strangely warm.

“Just let go.” you heard Jason murmur into your ear in a voice that sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “It’s okay to let go. I’ll–” he swallowed that lump in his throat and willed himself to be strong, “I’ll be okay.”

You can let go.” He forced the words out of his mouth in a slightly unsteady voice. “You can be free.


You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting go of whatever hold you had on life. The last thing you felt were shaky lips gently kissing your forehead.

When you opened your eyes again, you were standing in a field greener than any imaginative mind could’ve thought of. The sun generously poured its rays on every object in its domain and in the distance, you spotted a beautiful cottage sitting on the horizon.

The very sight made you smile.

Jason Todd had dreams. He had many and he knew none would be fulfilled. It was the inevitable formula of life’s many fuckeries.

But when he met you? He knew something would go wrong yet he still went for it anyway.

You were… a beauty in his eyes. You might not have been beautiful to others, but to him you were a goddess that he didn’t deserve. Your kindness and selfless heart was a sheer contrast to him and this very cruel, unforgiving Earth you two stood upon. Your smile was was brighter than any star and what he saw in your eyes wasn’t a mere sparkle, it was the entire universe all bundled up into two gorgeous orbs.

He cherished you more than he cherished anything in his pathetic life which really wasn’t much to begin with.

The more he was with you and the more he received your love, the deeper he fell in love with you. He fell in love not just with your personality, but with your little habits and cute faces you made alone. He fell in love with what you saw as flaws but what he saw as just more of you to love.

He used to think that his dream was to spend his entire life with his significant other, but that wasn’t his dream. You were his dream.

But he knew that as long as he kept living, he would never get that dream.

Because as we all would eventually learn, life was the very opposite of dreams.

Girls Wanna Have Fun

Originally posted by pink-bean

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!Reader, Dan x adopted!daughter!Reader, Hayley
Word count: 1,075

Part 13 of Letters From the Dead

Getting the paperwork submitted, filed, approved, and then getting changed for you was time consuming. But, worth it. The second you found out, you wanted to post that the paperwork was settled, and that you were now legally part of the family.

Once that was posted, you logged back off and made your way down stairs to help Dan with your party planning. You had told her she had full control, but she wanted to see what style you had.

Since you knew that Hayley and her family couldn’t come twice more that summer, and Dan knew it would be a lot harder during the school year, she came up with a surprise. She planned your party and school shopping for the same weekend. Shopping on Saturday, party on Sunday. That much you knew. The part that you didn’t know was that her parents and Miles would head home Monday morning, and Hayley would stay until the following Saturday. Giving you a full week with your best friend.

They would arrive Friday morning, while Jensen would get home that evening. You were eagerly awaiting their arrival, wanting to get some girl time with Hayley before your busy weekend. The second their car pulled in, you were out the front door, grinning.

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Waiting for Change [Soulmate!AU] (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Something I wrote on the plane, but changed as I typed it out on my laptop. I don’t know if I’m gonna continue this, technically a Spencer Reid x Reader fic but there’s a good bit on Morgan/Reid and JJ/Reid friendships. I’m leaving it open ended, I just didn’t want to write any more in fear it’d get too long and I didn’t want to rush a meeting. Hope you guys like it regardless!

Word Count: 1,148 words

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FFXV Nyx Ulric x Reader: "My Gift"

Yesterday was my birthday so i wanted to write something for myself, I’m alittle late ehehe. Plus for all of the Nyx lovers out there here you go.

Word count: 1886

You woke up to your phone vibrating under your stuffed chocobo pillow. You were so tired after getting off work at midnight. Reaching for your phone you grabbed it and saw you got a text.. You sat up in your bed and saw it was a message from Crowe, it read.

“Morning y/n i know you got off work late but there’s something i want to show you…so please come to the training grounds.”

You sat your phone back under your pillow and fell back into your bed. Your grunted and whined.

“I’m so tired…..Croooowe this better be good…”

You jumped out of bed and walked to your closet and grabbed the first thing you saw. Which were your black decker jeans, panda moogle shirt and high top converse. Once you grabbed your phone and looked the door. You were on your way.

You glanced at your phone once you were half way there to see it was only 9 in the morning. But it was too late to head back home now… Besides the warm sun and birds chirping was a change of pace compared to the night shifts you worked. You took a moment to take it all in, the warmth of the sun, children getting ready for school and the peace that was kept thanks to the wall and the glaive.

You reached the training grounds and to your surprise no one was there.

“Hello! Crowe?.. Come on if this is a game I’m not interested… I’m tired i got off work late… Gate duty sucks!!”

Figuring that it might have been just crowe teasing, you sat on one of the benches in the training yard. You felt so much nostalgia. It’d been a year since you’d became a glaive and everyone was so welcoming to you. Even Luche who always seemed tight as a rattle snake. Though there was one man who caught your heart from the beginning. Maybe it was his bad boy appeal, the fact that everyone looked up to him, or his cocky smile he gave you that said

“Come get me!.”
Whatever it was there was an attraction. You’d tried denying it and running from it but it was getting you no where. Sometimes you’d wake from a dream where he was your all yours. And it drove you nuts. But honestly what could you do? You were both glaive and it was duty before pleasure…. But you couldn’t keep this up…

You dropped your head and looked at your phone. Thankfully you didn’t have work today..

“There’s still time to go back to bed…I’ll get crowe back for this later..”

You got up from the bench just as you heard a familiar voice.

“Crowe didn’t plan this I did..”

You turned to the right of you to confirm who your heart already knew it was.
“Nyx?… You planned what? Where’s Crowe?”

Your heart started to race at the mere sight of him. Your face burst to a bright red, and you didn’t know if to run or wait to see what he had in store.

“Yeah I’m the one who told Crowe to send you that message, there’s something wanted to ask you but seems like someone’s been trying to avoid the hero..”

Nyx took in a slight deep breath and started walking towards you. You were literally freaking out by now, you didn’t know what your body would do if he came any closer. Not to mention you didn’t know what he was going to say. Did he already know how you felt? Was he even interested? All these thoughts ran through your head, for better or for worse luckily your body made a move for you.

Next thing you know your running out of the training yard, full sprinting. Your face beat red and adrenaline kicking.

“So thats how its gonna be, there are few things or people who have gotten away from me love..”

You should have seen the look on Nyx’s face, lust, thrill , adrenaline, and the thought of what he would do after he caught you. His face hid nothing, too bad you couldn’t see it.

“Why am i running, this is my chance to let it all out. .”

You closed your eyes as a tear began to fall, you couldn’t take the thought of rejection. Your heart had wrapped around him so many times.. But at the same time what was there to fear.. You’d been rejected by dudes before. Because you weren’t short enough, you weren’t pretty enough, you didn’t wear enough exposing clothes. So you thought you’d be okay with another rejection… But the tears on your said other wise. You wanted him and you didn’t wanna here no or sorry.

You opened your eyes long enough to watch your face collide into Nyx’s chest. Nyx said

“Some chase..”

You tried to push away but your body did other wise, you wanted to tell him to leave. But your lips had a plan of there own. As you kissed nyx ulric the hero on the lips. You managed to pull yourself away. Though one of you were shocked that you did that and the other person didn’t want you to stop.

“I-I’m sorry!”

You stuttered as you tried to runaway. But before you could Nyx grabbed onto your waist and held you close. As he nuzzled his face into your neck, you felt his breath kiss your neck.

“As i said before some chase..”

Nyx then dug into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulled out his blade arching it as he tried to aim up. Next thing you knew you two were in the air falling, he then threw the blade again sparks dissipated at your arrival. You two were now on the roof of a building.

Nyx slowly released his grip from around your waist. But it was apparent he didn’t want to. You turned around and faced him, your face still burning, your heart still racing.

“Why did you, do that?..”

You hesitated with your words, but they came. Nyx broke his gaze from afair and looked into your eyes as he gave you the most magical smile you’d ever seen.

“Its because I wanna be your hero..”

He took a step closer to you and waited for your response. You felt a giggle building inside, because you felt almost foolish forvrunning away. You tried to keep it together but you failed. You laughed, cried, snorked, and you smiled. For a minute Nyx didn’t know what to do..and wondered if you were gonna be okay.

“Im sorry, i just wasn’t expecting that. Especially from the hero. Your the guy who can get any girl you want and you want to be my hero?”

By now you’d calmed down and couldn’t believe what you said. But there was no point in backing down now. Nyx simply smiled and walked up to you, so that you two were an arms reach apart.

“Because your just you, you don’t pretend, you don’t fake who you are. Your beautiful from your laugh, your smile, your eyes and the way you move. And yeah your right i could have any girl i wanted, but not interested in just any girl. I rather have the one standing in front of me, the one who caught me off guard since day one.”

Nyx had inched closer to you and rubbed the back of his hand against your cheek. It felt so warm, and sent shivers down your spine as you smelled his cologne. He saw the tears that had came down your face and kissed where he saw the remnants of tears. Your cheek, between your chin and your neck, your collar bone. He pulled himself away and pulled you close to him.

“And plus i wanted to give you something for your birthday. Believe it or not your a hard girl to shop for, and i wanted to give you something to remember. Hoped i would be a good first present. ”

You looked up at him shooked, you’d totally forgotten about your birthday due to all the hours you’d been working. Nyx gave a slight wink and grinned as he but his lip. You gave in completely, into him and your emotions. His warm lips met yours. For a time the world around seemed to not exist. The people talking, the cars passing by on the road none if it. You felt warm and safe in his embrace as he wrapped his muscular arms around you. His lips then trailed down to your neck as he began to walk you both into a wall. You were completely paralysed by this dork as he kissed all over you. He pulled away briefly just to look you. You tried to burry your face into his chest, not wanting him to see your embarrassed face. Nyx simply chuckled and placed his chin on your head and began rocking you both from side to side.
You’d never felt this happy in your life and you didn’t want it to end.

Nyx then got a call on his phone, he removed one hand from around you to grab his phone to silence it. Then put it back in pocket.
You looked up at him with biggest grin.

“ is this what you wanted tell me?”

Nyx looked down at you at licked his lips, and said


You looked away and shook your head.
“You dork…”

Sadly your moment of pleasure ended as your phone began to ring as well, the catchy dubstep ring tone gaveaway who was calling. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and tried to pull away from your hero. Instead you had your back to him as he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you close again. You chuckled and answered the phone.

“Hello? Crowe whats up?”

“Where the hell is Nyx? I called him 3 times and he hasn’t picked up. He was supposed to bring you here..”

Nyx made a slight cough and sighed.

“Sorry Crowe i had other plans, but I will bring her there. Matter of fact were on our way now ”

“Wow thanks hero, your alot of help..”
“Sorry Crowe..”

You apologized as you and Crowe hung up. You looked up at Nyx and asked.

“So where are we going?”

Nyx kissed your forhead and hugged you.

“Well were going somewhere, and you’ll find out when you get there.”

You looked at him for a moment, then smiled and said

“My hero.. ”

Once nyx let go you both walked to the gangs favorite bar. The glaive had thrown a surprise birthday party for you. Most of the glaive were there and already drunk. Even the captain was alittle lifted. Crowe saw the way Nyx was acting towards you and congratulated you. Once the party was officially going Nyx whispered in your ear.

“Guess I’ll give you your real present later.”

Your face lite up like a red balloon, your mind had already thought the worst aka the best. Only way you’d find out what he ment was to wait till after the party….

@itshaejinju @chocobropuffs @lady-asuka @gladixlusamicitia @alicemoonwonderland


anonymous asked:

I have this thought and i think it would be okay to tell you: When Onodera finally says I love you to Takano, I want him to absolutely spill over with them. He definitely gets emotional, crying a bit, his face buried in Takano's shoulder while he chokes "i love you" out so many times they both lose count and Takano just holds him and starts smiling and peppers him with ilys back and just god: Im sorry i really wanted to tell somebody this thank you for reading you're lovely, good day

This has taken forever to answer but god yes please.

Both of them just blubbering adorable messes who fucking love each other, yes.

~Mod B

anonymous asked:

wait what does liam's 4 tattoo mean

he said that 4 is an angel number, meaning that it was a number he kept seeing by the looks of things! 

If you see the angel number 4 on a regular basis, your angels are trying to send you a message. This is an important message, so make sure your heart and mind are open to receive it.

In case you’re wondering what the angel number 4 means, it resonates with the energies of practicality. It means that you can rely on being practical to get you out of a bind, or you can count on your practicality to make a situation better.

The angel number 4 is also about organization. This can either mean you need to get your life organized so that positive energies will start to come in, or you have a very organized life that helps you to set clear goals and action plans.

When you receive the angel number 4, your angels want you to know that you are determined and productive. You will keep working on a project that you have in mind until you reach its completion.

The angel number 4 also represents patience and devotion. You don’t like to give up on things or on people, which is what makes you the best friend, the best lover, and the best employee. You are trustworthy and conservative. And if you can stick to the basics or the norms, you totally would. You work hard and you’re proud of the work that you do. You value your work and the people who are paying you to do it.

A Night Out// Hamilsquad

Warning(s): Alcohol, drunks, brief grabbing

Word Count: 952

Summary: Modern, Daughter!Reader Ham goes out with Hamilsquad

Request: Yes

“You are not bringing our daughter to a bar so you and your friends can drink and get in fights around her!” You sit at the table between your parents, observing as they argue about the night’s plans. 

“Eliza she is almost eighteen, don’t you think if she can pay taxes and vote she can go to a small bar? Mulligan, Lafayette, Laurens, and I will all be there to watch her. She just wants to get out of the house.”

“So you try to bring her around grown drunk men?!”

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So last night I had a dream where everyone had a clock on their wrists counting down to the moment you would die and something changed and my clock started counting down to a few days from then (The dream then took a weird detour, as dreams do, to this subplot of me at Anime Expo looking for an Edward Elric bookmark?? But I digress. Still, the whole time I was conscious of the fact I was going to die soon and I wanted to get bookmark as a last gift for my friend). Anyways, the dream ended when I was a couple hours away from dying and I started getting really freaked out about confronting my own mortality.
AND THEN I WOKE UP AND MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS “Wow I bet that was how Gansey felt knowing he was going to die” and started CRYING.
Like THAT was my breaking point. Not me dying. Dick Gansey. Jfc

Mid-year book freak out tag

I was tagged by @lu-cien. Thanks, Luna :)

1. Best book you’ve read so far in 2017.

A Court of Wings and Ruin

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2017.

I reread A Court of Mist of Fury, does this count?

3. New release you haven’t read yet, but want to.

Strange the Dreamer is one of the many new releases I want to read

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year.

Tower of Dawn

5. Biggest disappointment.

Hunted, I really wanted to like it, but it wasn’t my cup of tea

6. Biggest surprise.

Grisha, I knew that I won’t dislike it, but I never thought that I would become obsessed with it

7. Favourite new author. (Debut or new to you)

Leigh Bardugo

8. Newest fictional crush.

Nikolai Lantsov <3

9. Newest favourite character.

Aelin (I read TOG last year, but she only became a fav this year), Elide, Dorian, Alina, Nikolai, the Darkling, and the Dregs from Six of Crows

10. Book that made you cry.

The TOG books, Acowar and the Grisha books

11. Book that made you happy.

The TOG books, Acowar, Flame in the Mist, the Grisha books and Six of Crows

12. Most beautiful book you’ve bought so far this year (or received)

Like the cover or the plot? Cover: The Siren, Acowar, Flame in the Mist, Plot: see the books that made me happy

13. What books do you need to read by the end of the year?

Crooked Kingdom

14 Favourite Book Community Member

This is going to be long lol. I don’t know if this means you’re tagged or whatever, but you can totally do this if you want to.

@lu-cien, @venusincnverse, @elidexlorcan, @throne-of-feels, @my-name-is-fireheart, @squaddreamcourt, @abookandacoffee, @paperbacktrash, @remuslup-ns, @acourtofrhysandstarlight, @wreckedtodeathandbackbysjm, @its-suriel and @thebooknymph

anonymous asked:

Have you been reading Nintendo's articles counting down to the first dlc release that detail what the new clothes of the dlc do? If so, an article about Midna's Helmet came out today and this was revealed about TP: "In early prototypes, as a placeholder for Midna, Tetra from The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker was riding on Wolf Link as he ran around Hyrule." I find this so weirdly funny and now I want to see a version of TP where everything's the same except Tetra replaces Midna (no Midna hate)

oh my fucking god

it’s interesting bc in terms of personality midna is kinda like a more complex, chaotic neutral (later good) tetra lmao

fbmstar  asked:

What genre do you like writing the most? Angst? Fluff? Mystery? Etc? And why?

A good mix of Fluff, Humor and lots and lots of bonding/family tropes fics. I get that people love angst and all, but my point of view has always been RL is depressing enough, I don’t want to read more sad stuff. I wanted to read happy stuff and I write happy stuff and hopefully making someone’s day a little bit brighter. 

That said, I do hope to write a heart shattering angst filled multi-chapter fic one day. Just you know, to see how you guys react. 

I also like writing mystery stuff, when I can actually figure it out. I love foreshadowing stuff. You know those crime tv shows where there is a board with all these pictures taped to it and a bunch of string connecting all the dots together? Yeah, I want you guys to do that and I count it as a big success if I even managed to get that. 

Tagged by the sweet @petitdejeune <3

Last movie I watched: Wonder Woman
Last song I listened to: Check Up On It - Beyonce (its…there’s a luztoye headcanon attached…I…yeah)
Last book I read: oooh don’t call me out like this…do short stories count? If so EPICAC by Kurt Vonnegut, if not…I have no idea (at least one I’ve actually finished…I’ve started A LOT)
Last thing I ate: some leftover pasta
Where would you want to time travel to: Hmm…if we eliminate the possibility of paradoxes and nothing can actually be changed or hurt me…I don’t know, I can’t stop thinking about the paradoxes…
Fictional character I would hang out with for a day: Shayla Nico from Mr. Robot - we’d get high and chill and make out a little, it’d be great
If I could be anywhere right now, where would I be: maybe at the top of a mountain in the Smokey Mountain range that I’d just hiked up
Current fandom Obsession: Still Band of Brothers (coming up on a year soon!!)

I’ll tag: @emono-omae, @ralphspina, @onlythenuns, @llama-hunter-on-fire, @ruinsrebuilt, @gendryw4ters, @insightfulinsomniac, @fandomscenariosforyou, @alexpenkala …ok ok, I’m going a little crazy here, I’m sorry if I didn’t add you, I just feel like 10 is pushing it hah

Bulletproof Monk

Witnessed in my friend’s campaign.

Friend of mine asked the GM if his friend could join our campaign. Graduated with a bachelors in fine arts and my friend thought he would bring interesting role-play to our games. So all of us start thinking to ourselves “this guys gonna be at Bard” but we were all surprised to find he actually was a Monk.

And not just a monk. The Bob Ross of monks. The nicest yet simultaneously the most terrifying character we’d ever witnessed. This is the story of how he beat the first serious boss of our campaign.

We were pinned behind cover vs a Gunslinger.

Gunslinger: “Come out. Come out. Wherever you are SO I CAN SHOOT YOU!”

Party talks about what to do and Monk is silent.

Then, as we are talking, he yells, “Ok. I’ll come out, but you better make that shot count!”

Monk OOC: “So there’s about 40 ft between me and him right?”

GM: “Yeah, and your speed would let you get there.”

Monk OOC: “Ok, but I deliberately want to walk slow enough so he gets a chance to shoot me.”

GM: “Uh, ok. Sure.”

Monk going towards him slowly: “Show me what you’ve got.”

Gunslinger: “You’re some kind of stupid, boy!” *Shoots*

GM: “That’s a hit. You take.”

Monk OOC: “I use Snatch Arrows.”

GM: “Wait…does that work on bullets?”

-One Rulebook Check later-

GM: “Ok so the rifle goes off and *Monk* reaches up faster than any of you can see and catches the bullet with two fingers. *Gunslinger* turns white as a sheet.”

Monk then proceeds to walk up and take a seat next to the guy, putting an arm around his shoulders while holding the bullet in his other hand.

Monk: “Hey, friend. Looks like you almost lost this. Good thing I grabbed it for you, huh? Why don’t you put the gun down before you lose any more?”

Monk OOC: “In case it’s not clear that’s an intimidate.”

GM: “Ok, roll for me.”

Nat 20

GM: “Of course it is. *Gunslinger* immediately puts his gun down in front of him and actually starts crying.”

Monk patting Gunslinger’s back: “Aw, there, there buddy. You almost got me. Why don’t you come with us now? Hands behind your back please. I’d hate to have to chase you.”

Our Wizard OOC to my friend: “So why did you never tell us your friend was Ace Ventura?”

oh but i love so easily. i want to be an enigma, or cool and collected, or mysterious and lovely. instead i blurt out information you don’t care about, tell stories that last too long, declare my passions. i gush and trust and wish too hard. i chase people away because i like them too much, i chase people away because i don’t like people very easily. i accidentally mention things like my mental illness and am somehow surprised that people are uncomfortable around me. i’m trying to get better. i’m trying.

Why yes, we should ring up every item.

I used to be a front end manager for a large hardware chain in the Midwest. It was early in the day (around 9 am or so) and my head cashier had called in sick so I was already behind in a lot of ways. Luckily I had a girl scheduled who was a former head cashier who had left the company and came back as a full time cashier. We’ll call her Jenny. Jenny was smart and worked hard, she was always professional and was quick with a joke. I liked when she was scheduled to work with me.

Jenny was around 7 months pregnant (and had the most awful things said to her because she didn’t have a ring on her left hand, but that’s another story) and I had given her the phone while I was trying to accomplish various tasks to set up my day.

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Some thoughts on the Watson marriage

First of all, upfront: I believe Mary and John sincerely loved each other and were genuinely trying to make their relationship work. But clearly, at least on some levels, it was not working, and I want to play armchair marriage counsellor for a bit and look at why.

So, obviously, the first major misstep in their marriage is Mary lying about her history and identity, and then shooting John’s best friend to protect her secret.  Why didn’t she just tell him who she was from the beginning? 

MARY: John can’t ever know that I lied to him. It would break him and I would lose him forever.

She was terrified that he wouldn’t love her if he found out about her past.  What might have given her that idea?  What messages was John sending her that his love was conditional on her being ordinary, sweet, and safe?

In some ways, John’s behavior after he finds out the truth proves her fears unjustified.  Though he struggles for a while, he doesn’t leave her, and he makes a renewed commitment to their relationship.  So far so good.  But look at what he says to her:

JOHN: The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future … are my privilege. It’s all I have to say. It’s all I need to know.

It’s a very romantic moment, and clearly well-intentioned. And Mary is grateful for his forgiveness, and agrees to move forward with him.  But there’s a mixed message hidden in John’s statement.  In throwing away the thumb drive unread, he’s confirming her suspicion that he can’t love the person she was in the past, only the persona she has created.  

MARY: You don’t even know my name.
JOHN: Is ‘Mary Watson’ good enough for you?

Here again – it’s a lovely and romantic sentiment, but even as Mary was thrilled to accept his forgiveness, she must have gotten the message that Mary Watson is acceptable, but her history as Rosamund is not.  That could only have heightened her sense of insecurity in the relationship.  It would have been a much more generous gesture on John’s part if he had simply asked her name at that moment, instead of shoving it into the closet of things we must never speak of.

In TST, John acts surprised that Mary is still keeping secrets from him, but what choice did he give her?  He basically told her there’s this whole part of her life that he doesn’t want to hear about.  

And when he does catch her in her lies, John tries to be understanding, but he makes another small mistake with big repercussions:

JOHN: Mary, I may not be a very good man, but I think I’m a bit better than you give me credit for, most of the time.

I think what he means is that he’s not as judgmental as she thinks – she doesn’t need to hide from him, because he would support her even in difficult times.  But by phrasing it in terms of him being “good”, he also unintentionally reminds her that she is not good.  This is a difference between them in her mind: he is good and she is bad.  

MARY: You’re always a good man, John. I’ve never doubted that. You never judge; you never complain. I don’t deserve you.

She seems here to be accepting his claim that he won’t judge her. But in saying that she doesn’t deserve him, she’s highlighting the fact that he makes her feel lesser, which makes her insecure and leads her to lie and misrepresent herself in order to seem “good” enough for him.  

Once they get back home, she states this problem again, even more clearly:

MARY: You don’t make it easy, do you?
JOHN: What d’you mean?
MARY: Well, being … being so perfect.

Unmistakably, she is trying to tell him how hurt she is by the roles they’ve unwittingly assigned each other: Perfect John and Bad Mary.  And at last, it seems like John gets it. Before they’re interrupted, he starts to tell her about his affair in an effort to reassure Mary that neither of them is perfect.  It feels like the best chance they have for a fresh start based on a better understanding of and respect for each other as real, flawed people.

Then, sadly, Mary dies before they are able to hash this out. And one of the most tragic elements of her death scene is this:

MARY: Being Mary Watson was the only life worth living.

Mary wants to leave their relationship on the best note possible, but it breaks my heart that even with her dying breaths, she feels the best way to do this is to deny the “bad Rosamund” that John always seemed to be rejecting, and present herself as the “good Mary” that she believed John wanted her to be.

And the thing is, I don’t think John ever intended her to feel that way.  He wears a conventional veneer, but Sherlock is right – deep down, John wanted to be with someone as dangerous and morally grey as he is.  He initially thought he wanted perfect Mary, but he really fell in love with the more complicated Rosamund underneath.

And yet, even though he loved her, forgave her, and respected her for the most part, a part of him was still angry and resentful over Mary’s betrayal, and I think he unconsciously picked on her for it in these subtle ways.  

Which is understandable, if not ideal.  But what *really* saddens me is what John says at the end of TLD:

JOHN: I’m not the man you thought I was; I’m not that guy. I never could be. But that’s the point. That’s the whole point. Who you thought I was… is the man who I want to be.

No, John, no!  He’s so close here, but then he gets it so wrong.  Mary doesn’t want you to be that perfect man she thought you were! Mary thought that dude was kind of a jerk!  And she was right, honestly.  What Mary was trying to tell you is, that man is sanctimonious, patronizing, and judgmental.  DON’T BE THAT GUY.  No one likes that guy, least of all Mary.  

Mary didn’t want a “good man”, she wanted a partner in crime. Someone who understood her and respected her – ALL of her, not just the pretty and well-behaved bits.  At your best, John, you were that partner, but at your worst, you were a superior, scolding, hypocritical prig.

I’m not sure, but I think (I hope?) this is what Sherlock’s getting at during this exchange:

SHERLOCK: It’s not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human.
JOHN: Even you?
SHERLOCK: No. Even you.

The lesson John needs to learn is not to be a better man for the perfect, imaginary version of Mary in his head, but to be kinder and more accepting and empathetic to the real, flawed person Mary actually was.  And to honor her memory, perhaps be kinder and more accepting and empathetic to people like her – including himself.


Summary: In which trying to prove your friends wrong doesn’t go quite as planned.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 994

A/N: I wanted to write something other than ALiL so I found this prompt list and had @marvelingatthewonder pick some prompts out for me. Here’s the first one: 68. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”.

@avengerstories - you edit things for me at all times and I’m forever grateful for that.

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“Steve’s staring at you.”

You glare at Daisy over your shoulder, not bothering to lower the speed on the treadmill. “Sure he is.”

“He is. Not very discreetly might I add,” she notes, lips turning up in amusement.

Wanda peeks her head up from the yoga position she’s in and whistles. “Yup, not discreet at all.“

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Play Me // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Daddy Kink, Oral (both), Spanking, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, and Swearing.

Word Count: 4,915

Song: Despacito by Luis Fonsi Ft. Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber

A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! 💖

In case you haven’t seen the video or you want to watch it again on loop if you’re like me. 

Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylan’s sinful tongue.

His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him — and he doesn’t even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.

It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan… he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylan’s calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldn’t walk the next day.

His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.

“Alright!” I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. “Can we just please take a break from jamming right now? We’ve been at this for hours!”

Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. “I guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?”

“Yes!” Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. “Let’s go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.”

Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.

“You know, I think we should play our song one more time.” Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. “To get it perfect before we officially record it.”

Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylan’s dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.

“No, I think we should eat.” I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. “We need the break.”

“Maybe you need the break, kitten.” He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. “I mean, you do seem tense. What’s gotten you all worked up?”

The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire band’s eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.

Fine then, two can play at this game.

“Having to constantly blow.” I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. “The instrument, I mean.”

“Well I think you blow just perfectly.”

I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We haven’t exactly told anyone about us yet — mainly because we don’t even know if there is an us. We’ve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylan’s crazy schedule, it’s been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.

“Just one more?” Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. “And then, I’ll- we’ll stop.”

“Just. One. More.” I stated through clenched teeth.

Picking up my instrument again, Dylan’s eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.

I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylan’s talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body… except for the eyes boring into mine that is.

Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.

I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adam’s apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.

“Time for grub!” Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylan’s eyes were calling me.

“You guys go ahead.” Dylan stated, standing up. “I think I’d rather eat Chipotle.”

“You sure?” Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. “You should come eat with us so you’re not alone.”

“He won’t be alone. I’ll go with him.” I spoke up, clearing my throat. “Gotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.”

“Suit yourselves.” He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.

It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasn’t the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.

“So,” I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. “How about we go eat take out?”

“No, kitten.” He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. “I’d rather eat you out, instead.”

Dylan’s mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldn’t help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didn’t just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.

I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our band’s t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.

“Please, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.” I moaned. “Just fucking do something already.”

“Patience, kitten.” Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“Not when their friends will be back soon.” I mewled.

“Honestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldn’t even stop.” Dylan nibbled on my ear. “Now, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.”

“You already know my favorite places, Dylan.” I responded and definitely didn’t miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.

“Just because of that impeccable response I’ll give you want you want, babygirl.” He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.

This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each other’s faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is he’s planning to do. The next thing I know, I’m so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.

With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasn’t anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didn’t even bother to think about the consequences.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about how horny you are.” Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. “God, kitten, you always taste so damn good.”

“P-Please.” I begged.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. “I know that I’m a drummer and I’m good with my hands, but damn kitten.”

“And I’m a saxophone player, I’m very good with my mouth.” I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. “Which I’ll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.”

“Well, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.” He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. “Damn, you sing the second I touch you.” He chuckled. “Kinda like playing the piano.”

“Then, play me.”

The last thing I saw was Dylan’s pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.

I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers — which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldn’t exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didn’t hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.

“F-Fuck, baby.” I moaned audaciously. “Just like that.”

He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.

Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylan’s addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.

I didn’t expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didn’t make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldn’t let me completely fall, I couldn’t help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylan’s invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didn’t stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.

His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylan’s thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.

This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.

“Take your skirt off, kitten.” He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.

“Yes, daddy.” I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.

“Daddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier…” He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. “Now, why don’t you kneel here in front of daddy?”

I didn’t say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylan’s hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.

Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didn’t stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylan’s hips bucked, involuntarily​ pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.

“Shit, kitten.” Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. “Your talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God you’re so invested in playing the saxophone.”

I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply — so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.

“Fuck me, babygirl.” He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.

Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylan’s palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.

“God, I fucking love your ass.” Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.

“Jesus Christ, Dylan.” I grunted, already out of breath. “Just stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.”

“Did you just call me Dylan?” He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. “You know that’s not what I want, babygirl. Which means I won’t give you want you want.”

“N-No, I’m sorry!” I whined. “Daddy, please.”

Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.

“Come on, daddy.” I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. “Just fuck me.”

“Like this?” Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.

“Faster.” I begged impatiently. “You know how I like it rough.”

Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasn’t having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylan’s off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylan’s eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.

“Damn-” He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.

“I’m in charge now.”

Dylan’s dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasn’t hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.

My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.

One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.

Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didn’t. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldn’t even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.

“That’s right, kitten.” He managed to say through moans. “Scream my name and forget every other name that exists. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.”

I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.

His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried — like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.

When he noticed I couldn’t handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.

“Do you wanna taste daddy’s cum, kitten?” He teased and I immediately nodded. “I’m gonna need you to say it.”

“Yes, daddy.” I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. “Fuck my mouth.”

That’s all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylan’s hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.

“God, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.” Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.

The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.

“What'cha doing there, Dyl?” I asked curiously.

“Breathing in your neck because you always smell so good.” He shrugged.

“Well, I’m just gonna pretend that’s not a weird thing to say.” I chuckled and he laughed with me.

“Sorry.” He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. “Would you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when you’re not with me?”

“Hmm, that would be nice.” I smiled before it turned into a grin. “But, I’d rather go eat that take out.”

Sweet Creature (M)

*I have no words*

Request: Can I get a Sub Jungkook smut where their on the couch and he cums in his pants while the reader is grinding on him on his lap and dirty talks to him in his ear??? Thanks☺️☺️☺️

Word Count: 6.9k words (heh heh)

Let me ruin you goddammit

Let’s get one thing straight. You never claimed to be a good person, never did charity work, never been the perfect daughter for your parents. And you sure as hell wasn’t someone’s little girlfriend.

You did what you want, who you wanted and slipped out of their sheets before they murmur good morning in your ear. You were a ‘no strings attached’ girl, making sure that you would never become someone’s puppet. Of course, you weren’t immune to the disease called ‘love’, your innocent high school days plagued with your naive mindset of finding the ‘one’. It still haunts you, one of the reasons your night doesn’t end with a shot of whisky and half a pack of beer. The only person who was willing to put up with you was your best friend, Jungkook.

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