this one and the back of my head

anonymous asked:

fluffy domestic daisuga or iwaoi headcanons?

im gonna follow my motto for this one: ¿por qué no los dos? im also gonna apologize ahead of time bc im not even gonna try to stay canon compliant.

and for some reason when i hear domestic headcanons my mind associates them with college aus so here we go

daisuga

  • daichi followed suga to university and blushed a lot, head tilted and hand on the back of his neck, when he suggested they find an apartment together
  • suga was pretty calm about the whole thing–it was the practical thing to do
  • suga hates cleaning so daichi has to help do all of it and bribe him with kisses
  • but he loves doing little things like making sure daichi’s show is recorded and that his tea is hot and ready by the time he gets back from classes
  • back to practicality, they often shower together
  • suga asked one day, saying it would save water and that there was this one spot on his back he absolutely could not reach he lied his arms are pretty long and he’s flexible
  • daichi called suga’s mom and asked her what his favorite dishes are so that he could learn how to make them. he practices while suga has class and sometimes surprises him with slightly-too-salty or crispy-but-not-quite-burnt food
  • suga eats it all anyway because “OH MY GOD, daichi, how did you know this is my favorite?”
  • daichi is a pretty good cook as long as he doesnt have to use the stove or oven
  • suga can cook but he’s so lazy that some nights they crash on the couch with some take out
  • the first few times, suga always nabbed some of what daichi ordered, so now daichi automatically feeds suga some of whatever he gets
  • they always did couple stuff but never really established what they were until suga told a peer that he couldn’t do study group bc he had a date with his boyfriend
  • daichi was there and he was blushy and flustered all the way back to the apartment where suga kissed him until his knees gave out and they continued on the couch
  • daichi blushes a lot. his cheeks are nearly always glowing and he lights up whenever he sees suga

iwaoi

  • how did iwaizumi and oikawa come to live together? one day, iwaizumi opened his door and there was oikawa, saying that he’d transferred to his school after one week
  • “i couldn’t stand being away from iwa-chan!”
  • “i missed you too, shittykawa.”
  • it was only a visit but it turned into oikawa moving in
  • from the first night of oikawa’s “visit,” iwaizumi made him sleep on the couch but iwa woke up to find someone hogging his sheets
  • eventually he gives up and oikawa goes straight to the bed
  • since oikawa hogs the blankets, iwaizumi retaliates by lying on top of him
  • this actually works in oikawa’s favor because he’s always cold and iwa has a nice, warm body temperature and he’s so soft, unlike what his muscles suggest
  • oikawa first says “i love you” while iwaizumi is on top of him
  • iwaizumi stills and then rolls off of him, yanking back the covers to take oikawa’s face in his hands and say, “i know, tooru,” before kissing him
  • iwaizumi’s favorite things about living with oikawa are getting to see his bedhead and kissing the sleepy look off his face
  • iwaizumi wasn’t a morning person until oikawa moved in
  • iwa does all the cooking while oikawa flutters around him asking how he can help
  • but oikawa is better at making sandwiches and omelettes and rolling sushi 
  • re: oikawa is great at putting together picnics
  • they wake up assbackward early to go jogging every morning except sundays, when they sleep in
  • that is, iwaizumi wakes up because he can’t sleep in past 8 o’clock and he watches oikawa sleep, sometimes catching a few words here and there
  • he traces the planes of oikawa’s face because it’s just ludicrous that a person can be so angelic
  • the thing oikawa says most often in his sleep is “hajime”

okay i gotta cram now….these made me really happy. thank you so much for the ask!!

What movie were you watching?

Or, DCEU’s Superman is both heroic and hopeful, I wish people would get their heads out of their asses

So, I guess we’re here again. One two minute clip from the CW and my dash gets transported back in time. All of a sudden I gotta hear fandom Discourse™ all over again about how “at least this superman does heroic things.”

When I hear these things, the only thing I can honestly think of is - what fucking movie were you watching?  

Let’s run down a list of heroic things that Superman/Clark Kent did in just the course of BVS: 

  • Saved a girl from a burning building 
  • Dragged a huge ass ship from where it was stuck in the ice 
  • Saved people in a rocket ship when it was about to explode 
  • Rescued people who were trapped from a flood 
  • Helps get people to safety after that bomb explodes 
  • Saved all of Metropolis from Doomsday 
  • Saved LEX from Doomsday 
  • SAVED THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD FROM DOOMSDAY???????? AT THE COST OF HIS OWN LIFE???????????????????

Like, I’m so confused?? HOnestly?????

He’s heroic is smaller ways, too, as Clark Kent. “The types of stories we tell matter,” he tells Perry White. He wants the Daily Planet to stand for something. When he gets blocked, he just goes on off on his own to investigate. Because it’s the right thing to do. 

The whole fucking reason he warns Batman off is because he sees Batman as an affront to human dignity and the process of justice and fairness.  

OSTENSIBLY WHAT HE THINKS IS HIS LAST BREATHE WHILE STARING UP AT A DERANGED DUDE DRESSED AS A BAT IS TO ASK TO SAVE THE LIFE OF HIS MOTHER LIKE

ARE Y’ALL WATCHING THE SAME MOVIE AS ME OR WHAT???????????

On the real though, the greatest, most heroic thing about this version of Superman, about MY version of Superman, is that he thinks about what it means to be good. What it means to do the right thing. He doesn’t take goodness for granted. Doesn’t assume that because he’s a Good Person™, then all his actions must be good too. He understands the sometimes terrifying meaning behind his power. He struggles with what being powerful as a god means in terms of goodness. He chooses to be good, time and time again - even when it really sucks, even when there’s an easier path, even when the world hates him. 

This dude could be a god and he knows it and that fucking terrifies him. All that power and he doesn’t seek godhood. 

He’s just a guy trying to do the right thing. 

Fuck, man. What kind of heroic were are people looking for? 

I know angst can be tough to go through 

but 

it also means we get all the huffy, eyerolling Killian which is one of my favorite Killians. 

I mean look at this:

[x]

That’s like a Liz Lemon-level eyeroll. 

You know in is head he was thinking “you brought me back from Hell for this shit? Whatever I’m getting cheese fries.”

Also the gratuitous jaw clenches and sassy quips in deep, gravely hurt tones.

Pass the multiple glasses of rum and let’s drown some sorrows. 

Signed,

Killian Jones Angst Trash

A Country Walk: Mini Fic

Thank you for the prompt @spaceminx71, I hope this is okay, really not my best, just a fun idea stuck in my head all day as I tried to do work! I’m quite enjoying writing short sections of stories so please send more prompts!

Prompt: “There’s one I’ve mentioned before somewhere about B&S going for a country walk & getting caught in a storm, getting back to the car soaking wet & getting it on in the back seat.”


“Bernie I’m soaking wet,” Serena huffed as they both slid into Bernie’s parked car, caught in a complete downpour.

“Mmm,” Bernie mused, a wicked smile playing out on her lips.

Serena turned and looked at Bernie, her eyes catching the grin on the blonde’s face and the glint in her eye. “Oh for goodness sake you’re insufferable,” she groaned.

“You love it,” Bernie quipped as she pulled Serena over the gear stick to kiss her, hot and slow as she ran her tongue along Serena’s lips; very quickly parting for her as she smiled widely. “Just means you’ll have to take that already see-through top off,” she whispered breaking away, just centimetres from Serena’s lips.

“Bernie,” Serena warned as she pulled away, “we are in the middle of a field. In a car. I do have some dignity left… though you like to test it frequently,” she added almost as an afterthought.

“Serena we have had sex in our office whilst on shift, we’ve had sex in the kitchen whilst Jason was upstairs and could have come down at any moment… how can you become bashful in an empty field mid thunderstorm?” She raised one eyebrow as she grinned wider.

Serena rolled her eyes, “So much for a lovely country walk. I told you this would end badly,” lounging back into her seat slightly.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Bernie teased as she toyed with the buttons on Serena’s blouse, “let me show you how fun it can be,” she all but giggled.

“I really don’t know how I put up with you,” Serena groaned as Bernie reclined her seat and climbed into the back beckoning with her eyes for Serena to follow.

As Serena climbed to meet Bernie two strong arms grabbed at her curves pulling her down on top of the blonde, Bernie’s expert hands making little work of her remaining clothing as she stripped Serena in haste.

“Bernie,” Serena growled in her ear, a warning but a rather unconvincing one as a moan escaped her lips with the pressure of Bernie’s leg between hers.

“God I love it when you say that,” Bernie drawled pulling her flush against her body…

 … As Serena found herself naked and trembling in Bernie’s arms, stretched out across the back seats, the blonde her only sense of warmth, she no longer cared for her soaked top or drenched shoes because it turned out country walks could be very fun indeed… that is if Bernie Wolfe was involved.

One Last Call

Summary: (Requested by @amylillian22 (: ) This is part 2 to Smooth Operator. Liam is still trying to process that (Y/N) is Rose, the phone sex operator he fell for over the phone.

 Word Count: 3.5k

WARNING: There is a little smut at the end.

 A/N: Mason, Corey, Liam and the reader are all at least 20 years old. Amy this was so fun to go back to lol. I’m so glad you requested a part two!

Originally posted by tylerposet


Liam’s POV

Rose is (Y/N). (Y/N) is Rose.

I replayed all the obvious clues in my head, yet I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Why hadn’t I noticed her sweet voice sooner? I thought I only knew her as Mason’s friend, the one I never had the guts to speak to. Whenever they spoke, I always kept my distance. I didn’t want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but once I heard that beautiful laugh, I was hooked.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and made my way to my dorm.

It wasn’t my intention, but I found it more difficult than I should have to not listen whenever she spoke. Maybe that’s why I fell for Rose hard. The voice reminded me of (Y/N). It was (Y/N).

A blushed crept over my cheeks as I realized (Y/N) knew everything. Every desire I had  that was sexual and platonic. It was extremely comfortable speaking to her, no wonder I felt compelled to tell her whatever was on my mind and she understood. It felt safe talking to her, but now that I knew who she really was, it made it that much harder for me to wrap my head around it.

Would she ever take my calls again given that she knows who I am? Will she ever speak to me in person? I highly doubt it. The things we said we wanted to do to each other made me nervous, yet it was…enticing. I’ve never been that forward with anyone before, especially a female. She made me feel like I was the only person that ever mattered.

I stared at the number saved in my phone and wondered if she would be working tonight. Part of me hoped she would be. Talking to her always made my night, but now I fear they may become awkward now that we’ve met and there was only one way to find out.

As soon as I entered the dormitory, I dialled the number and asked for Rose. Surprisingly, she was working tonight.

“H…hi. I’m Liam”

“I know who you are”, she said softly

“Of course. About today…”, I started as i realized the elevator was out of service and I made my way to the staircase

“It was interesting”, she finished, “Is it bad that I’m glad I can put a face to the voice?”

“N…no. Well it depends on how you feel about the face”

She giggled and I smiled triumphantly.

“I really like the face”, she said as she giggled some more

I could sense her nervousness through the phone. At least I wasn’t the only one.

The blush returned to my cheeks again, “Was Mason aware of your job?”

She stayed quiet for a few seconds before answering, “He did. I told him about it a couple of weeks after I started. He thought it was pretty cool. I never told him what my pseudonym was though”

“That’s pretty interesting, given that Mason was the one who told me to call your hotline”

It grew silent until I heard her laugh again. I wanted to hear it as often as possible. I began to laugh too as I realized our friend was trying to set us up the entire time.

I sighed as I reached the third floor and realized it was the wrong one. I had to go up two more floors. Why was it so hard for me to remember which room the floor was on? I’m usually good with this stuff, but my main focus was on (Y/N). Right now she was all that really mattered.

“So how did I get through to you every time I called?”

“We spoke so often, that I made sure everyone knew to direct your calls to me and to clear my schedule whenever you called. I knew that after we finished, it would hard to focus on anyone else. It was like that most nights. They weren’t you which made things a little difficult”, she said as if she was exposing her darkest secret

“How?”

“Well I fell for your voice and your personality. You weren’t like everyone else”

I stayed quiet and waited for her to continue as I reached the fourth floor.

“You weren’t cocky and so sure of yourself. You never acted as if you knew what I needed or wanted. Shyness isn’t really a common factor for people who do call me so I was intrigued as to why you called in”

“It was Mason”, I added, “He gave me the number to call, but never told me who to ask for”

Part of me hated him for it, yet I was grateful.

“I owe him for that because I got to meet you”

“If he would have tried to introduce me to you any other way, it probably wouldn’t have worked”

“I thought this way would be far more difficult”

“For others yes. For me? Not at all. He knew I liked you and always encouraged me to come talk you, but I always chickened out at the last moment. It was easier for me to talk over the phone and be anonymous. It put me at ease”, I responded truthfully

“You asked me what I wanted”, she blurted out, “That isn’t common for many callers. They tell me the things they’ll do to me and that’s it. I imagine it’s like they get off and leave me unsatisfied”, she giggles again, “But you, Aaron, made it your business to find out what I wanted and it was such a…one second I think my roommate is at the door”

“Okay”, was all I could say as I waited for her response

The door in front of me opened and (Y/N) stood, shocked, in her doorway. She stayed quiet before a grin spread across her face.

“Liam? Or should I say Aaron?”, she asked as her eyes roamed from my face, legs, and everything in between

She spoke as if she wanted much more from me than just a conversation. On some nights we spoke we had meaningful conversations and others were bad enough to make a drill sergeant blush. It was always spontaneous. We never knew what type of might it would be until the other picked up the phone.

“It depends. Who do you want?”, I said making my tone match hers

She stepped out of her room and pulled me by my belt loops, “Well I was enjoying getting to know Liam. I like him the way he is”

“Really?”

“Don’t be so surprised. You’re very sweet and considerate. Why would I not like you for you?”, (Y/N) asked as she locked the door

“Well I’m nervous around you all the time, to the point where I avoided you for most of the school year and I’m also –”

“Liam that doesn’t matter to me. I’m glad Aaron turned out to be you. I’ve never met anyone who cared for me that much, even if we only spoke on the phone”

(Y/N) sat on her bed and I finally sat down next to her. We laid back on her bed and talked for the rest of the night. It may seem a little unconventional, but I’m glad this is how I met the girl of my dreams.

Months Later

“So Rose do you have anything planned after the movies for Aaron tonight? Isn’t it your anniversary or something?”, Mason asked as a  smirk spread across his face

“Mason! Stop asking and don’t call us that in public”, I chided

“It’s alright Liam. I already told you you  don’t have to worry since you were the only caller from our campus”

I relaxed a little more when I remembered her telling me months ago. When we started dating, she decided to stop her night job. It never bothered me if she kept it or not, but she insisted. Things are a little different now. She grew tired of the callers becoming more insensitive towards her so she decided to hang up the towel…or phone.

“Fine. I’ll stop”, he grinned

“Why aren’t you with Corey?”, she asked

“The same reason why we aren’t going out until later tonight: because he decided to take night class. Who does that?”, Mason scoffed

“You’re lovely boyfriend”, she sang

They both started laughing at each other. Things started to get so much easier once (Y/N) and I started dating. She was already friends with my best friend so we all hung out whenever we got the chance. When we went on dates, it felt like we were the only ones left. No one else mattered at the moment, but her. We had our first kiss the first night I spent in her dorm. It was two in the morning and her roommate decided to stay at a friend’s house. I was halfway through my sentence when I looked at her and lost my train of thought.

‘What are you staring at?’

‘The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’

She grinned at me and her mood began to change. She rolled over so we were face to face and my heart started beating out of control. Her lips trailed over mine and my mind went completely blank. I pushed myself forward and our lips met. My lips tingled as they melted on to hers. Her hand trailed down my chest as my hand rubbed her thigh. Soon enough she was pushing my jacket from my shoulders and I was ripping her shorts off.

As soon as we made contact, her phone began to ring. Apparently her friend’s plans fell through and she needed a ride back to campus. We held off that night and decided it was best to wait for it not to be in the spur of the moment.

Mason walked out the theater hand in hand with Corey as (Y/N) and I followed behind them.

“I can’t believe that’s how the movie ended. That was a load of bs”, Corey exasperated, shaking his head

“I agree. That was way too unrealistic”, (Y/N) smiled, “It was so bad”

Mason and I laughed as we watched our significant other’s expressions. They were always on each others’ side.

“So”, Mason said as he eyed (Y/N) and I, “I have to ask”

Oh God. Here we go.

“Rose what exactly do you have planned for my friend tonight? Do I need to wait up or what?”, he smiled

To my surprise (Y/N) smiled back, “You might not see him until the day after tomorrow”

She turned and winked at me as a blush spread across my cheeks. I was excited about staying with her for the night whether we had sex or not. I took her hand in mine and she began to grin.

“Does that answer your–”, she started

“Rose?”, someone called

We all turned our heads in the direction of the unfamiliar voice.

A man in his late twenties was staring right at (Y/N), who’s raised her eyebrows in question.

“It is you”, the creep nearly gasped, “ I used to call in all the time because I was in love with your voice”

“Umm..I..”, she stammered

“I knew it was you. I’d know that voice from anywhere”, he said he stepped closer to her

Before he could make another move, I stepped in front of him, “I think that’s enough”

“Who the hell are you?”, he asked as he tried to walk around him

Even if I wasn’t there Mason and Corey stood their ground to protect (Y/N).

“I said that’s enough. Don’t you see that you’re making her uncomfortable?”

He looked over and saw the look on her face. She barely made eye contact. It was almost as if she was ashamed.

“Yeah because I’m supposed to fall for that. If she really was so uncomfortable why did she do it in the first place?”

I balled my hands into fists until my knuckles turned white. I didn’t want to make a scene, but he was asking for it.

“I’m just curious to know”, he continued, “How does it feel to date someone who has phone sex with other guys? Isn’t that cheat–”

I swung before he could finish his sentence. He was on the ground holding his bloody nose writhing in pain.

“No it doesn’t bother me, given it’s the way we met”

I pulled (Y/N) away before a crowd began to form. She was still processing all that happened. She was on autopilot until Mason and Corey got out the car.

“That was another reason why I stopped taking calls”, she said softly, “I always felt like something like this was happen. It seemed impossible, but I just wanted to take precaution”

“Isn’t this a terrible way to start a relationship?”, she added quickly

She stared at me with so much uncertainty.

“Unconventional? Yes. Terrible? No.We were honest with each other from the beginning. I’m glad Mason made me call that night or else I wouldn’t have been able to meet you”

(Y/N) smiled at my answer before kissing me on the lips.

(Y/N)’s POV

Liam walked me back to my room thirty minutes ago. After tonight’s events, I knew he was still a little upset and needed to blow off a little steam. I never wanted tonight to end like this. What happened was no one’s fault, but everyone was either annoyed, upset, or both. I wanted to talk to Liam. We had our own way of communicating and it was alright to go back to it every once in awhile.

‘Just for tonight’, I thought as I dialed his number

Surprisingly, he picked up on the second ring wide awake, “(Y/N)? Is everything alright?”, he panicked

“(Y/N)’s perfectly fine Aaron. The question is, is everything alright with you?”, you answered

Liam slowly let out a breath I didn’t know he was holding, “Rose, it’s nice to hear from you again. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Well I haven’t heard from you in a while. I may not work anymore, but I’ll always make time for you…and only you Aaron”

I could practically hear him smile through the phone.

“That’s good to know babe. It is okay for me to call you that right?”, he asked nervously

“Of course it is. I’ve missed our conversations”

“Which ones deep conversations or the one where we talk about our fantasies and desires? Because I miss both”

“I miss both too, but right now I’m thinking about one in particular”, I paused and took a breath, “But with a twist”

“What did you have in mind Rose?”

“We can have our same conversation, but we can make it a little interesting while we’re doing it”

“How will we do…oh. Oh”, there was fumbling in the background until he picked up the phone again, “Where do we begin?”

“What’s been on your mind lately?”

“You”, he answered almost immediately, “Just you. Your laugh, your smile, your voice, and also what I want to with you. Like right now”

“Yeah?”, I let out, “And what would that be?”

“I would grab you by your waist, kiss your neck until you start moaning softly. I remember you told me that drove you crazy. Having someone’s lips on your neck, I can attest to that. By then, I would be kissing you as I unbuttoned your blouse and let it fall to the ground”

As he talked about taking off my blouse, I began to unbutton my shirt, allowing to fall into a pile on the floor.

“I’d make my way from your lips, down your neck”, he said softly as I let the tips of my fingers trail down my neck, “Kissing the rest of my way down to your breasts as I pull off your bra so I can caress them in my hand”

I squeezed my thighs together at the thought. My hands had made their way down to my breast, with my bra on the floor as well. I rubbed them as gentle as Liam would.

“Pretty soon I would want to hear you moaning softly because it drives me insane…in a good way”, he added quickly, “While you’re lying on the bed, I’d roll one of your nipples between my fingers, while putting the other in my mouth. Think of my tongue rolling over it softly as I’m still squeezing the other in my fingers”, he said in a husky voice

A soft moan escaped my lips as I rolled both of my nipples between my fingers as gently as Liam does, my thighs still clenched together.

“I want to hear you (Y/N). Just like that”, he groaned, “I would keep going, knowing you’re trying to clench your thighs together, but I know I’ll be getting to it shortly. I start squeezing your nipple a little harder as I suck on the other”

I moaned a little louder as I pinched them a little harder. My back nearly arched off the bed.

“Dammit (Y/N). If was over there right now”

“Come over here and show me then”, I cooed

He groaned again.

“I would keep going until you thought you were on the brink of an orgasm, then pull away and kiss my way down to your thighs. I’d stop just as I got to your mound and kiss just where it meets your thighs. I’d lick my way up and down then move to the other side, going as slow as i possibly could”

My hands travelled to my mound and slowly ran my fingers up and down the area where his tongue would be. I tried to focus on not rubbing my clit or my lips.

“Liam”, I moaned, “Please come over”

“But I’m not done yet”, he said sweetly, “I’m not stopping until I hear you have your orgasm. I want to hear you through the phone”

“I want to slide my tongue down your mound as I reach your clit I’m going to move away to kiss my way up and down your thighs. When I reach the top, I’m going to rub the tip of my tongue across your clit over and over…”

He paused when he heard me gasp. My finger was rubbing against my clit in circular motions, while one hand was still rolling my nipple between my fingers.

“You’re doing it aren’t you?”, he asked, his voice thick with need

“Yes”, I moaned

“What does it feel like?”

I wasn’t sure if it was his voice in my ear, the question, or a combination of both, but I was far too turned on to care.

“It feels like sparks”

“Sparks”, he repeated with a laugh

“Don’t judge me Dunbar. It feels like every nerve ending is firing right now and I might explode at any minute. My core has been throbbing ever since I’ve heard you speak”

He groaned again.

“What will you do next?”, I baited

“Someone seems eager for a release”, he laughed once more, “I would wrap my lips around your clit and suck as gently as I could. I’d take my time sucking softly, then start sucking harder just to watch your back arch off the bed”

I rubbed my clit quicker at the thought of him between my legs.

“I don’t think I could just stop it there. My fingers would push their way between your thighs. That feeling of having you wrapped around my fingers would drive me insane”

“I began to clench again, but there was still nothing there. I wanted him here so bad.

“My fingers would start to curl as they stroked your g spot. Then–”

A loud moan escaped my lips as my fingers pushed past my folds going towards my g spot. The more pressure I put on it the better it felt.

“Liam”, I moaned as my legs began to shake

A groan came from his end, “(Y/N), I’m so close”

“Me too”

We haven’t even got to the fun part yet”

I giggle softly. My bottom lip quivered, my legs were shaking as my hips bucked off my mattress. I was getting closer to the edge, ready to take that dive.

“The second my fingers reached your spot, my lips would wrap around your clit and I wouldn’t dare stop until I feel you cumming all around my fingers…”, he paused

My voice reached a higher pitch as I finally flew over the edge. The orgasm ripped through me as I screamed Liam’s name.

Liam’s voice echoed in my ear as he reached his orgasm as well.

When I became aware of my surrounding again, the phone clicked. One minute later there was a knock on my door. I threw on some shorts and a tshirt and twisted the knob. Almost immediately, I was pinned against the wall between Liam’s arms with his mouth on mine.

“I told you we weren’t finished yet”, he said as he pulled off my clothes, “Happy anniversary babe”

Pleasure Doin’ Business With Ya

It’s finally here babies. Sorry it took so long. And this one is reaaaaaaallly long lol. I hope thats a good thing. @ashleypurdygurl @cutiedaij @jinxfirebolt18902

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Swearing, Smutty smut (lol), violence, death 

“Make me your king…’’ J whispered to you quietly. “Be my Queen.” He reached out his hand and grabbed yours and pulled you from your chair. Music began to play and he pulled you close resting a hand on the small of your back and the other holding your hand still. You were awestruck. You didn’t know what to say. Why did he want you? So all of a sudden. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. What was he playing at?

“I thought you always take what you want, you don’t like being told no.” You chimed playfully, as though his request hadn’t fazed you.

“Mmm, that’s right. You catch on quick.” He grinned at you as he began leading you in a dance. “But, i cannot….control….your emotions, doll. I have to ask for them. I can take you as my little toy all I wish.” He said growling seductively and winking at you. “But to take you as my queen requires you to feel like my queen. Do you understand, princess?”

You nodded slowly as you looked up at him. He wanted you. You. Not to play with. To BE with. But why? You were an average girl. You never thought you were anyone special. Why does he have such a big interest in you.

“Why would you want me…?” You mumbled softly looking at the floor. J frowned suddenly and stopped the dance. He stared at you seriously as he lifted your chin to look back at him again.

“Do I need a reason?” He said and smiled once more studying your features.

Do I need a reason? What does that mean? You looked at him sternly.

“Yes. I would like a reason.” You hissed. He raised brow folds at you in surprise.

“Such an angry little kitten.” He started laughing maniacally and it  echoed through the club over the sound of the soft music. J stepped away from you and turned his back to you gracefully, almost as if he were still dancing.

“Something about you….” he started as he slowly spun back around to look at you. “…fascinates me…something in you…draws me in…No, I don’t know what it is…” He paced slowly around you. You looked at the floor concentrating on his words. “But it’s hiding inside you…” He was behind you, almost whispering. You strained to hear him, turning around to face him to hear him better. But he wasn’t there. You looked around confused for a second looking for him, beginning to become frightened again. Where is he? What is he going to do? You quickly felt a tight grip around your upper arms and hot breath against your neck.

“And I want to be the one to bring it out?” He whispered, you could hear his evil smile in his words. You were shaking again and he noticed.

“Oh doll…” He said turning you slowly to face him, releasing his tight grip in exchange for a much softer one. “Don’t be scared.” He cooed with a gentle smile.

“You’re not gonna…hurt me?” You asked shaking violently.

“Mmm…I am.” He admitted. “In the best way.” He bit his lip looking at yours.

“You drive me….crazy.” He mumbled still staring at your lips.

“You are crazy…” You glared at him through the tears that began to well up in your eyes.

“Mmm darlin’…” He chuckled pulling you in tight against him his hand wrapped around your throat. It sent shivers up your spine and tears beginning to stream down your face. “If you only knew.” His voice sounded menacing and terrifying. If you only knew what? Are you underestimating how crazy he really is? Did that make him angry?

He quickly backed away from you again and recomposed himself. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed your face with it. Who carried handkerchiefs? You saw something embroidered in the corner of it. A small purple J.

“Don’t cry now, doll.” He began to coo at you again hold your chin up as he wiped your tears. “We are suppose to be having fun.” He smiled at you genuinely now. He held out his hand to you, offering it. Should you take it? You looked at the exit signs everywhere. All the doors were guarded with henchmen. You looked back at the Joker and took his hand reluctantly. He began leading a dance again, as if nothing had happened. He had relaxed and was staring at you as you danced. His hand on your back slowly moved up and began running through your hair. He pushed you head gently to his chest and started whispering in your ear.

“I’m not going to hurt you unless you want me to.” He was trying to be comforting and reassuring. And strangely it was. He was terrifying and unpredictable, but he didn’t seem like someone who’d go against their word. He seemed….trustworthy…in his own way. His words actually brought you comfort. Your shaking ceased and you closed your eyes as you rested your head on his chest. His sweet scent filling your nose once more.

“Do you understand, (Y/N)?” He stopped and looked at you lifting your face to his forcing you to look him in the eye. You nodded quickly focusing on his pale blue eyes. He smiled at you baring his silver teeth. “Good girl.”

You blushed bright red hearing him call you that. You felt your face get hot and your heart pound for a second. The Joker’s smile just grew wider noticing how flushed you had gotten.

“Do you like that princess? Are you Daddy’s good little girl?” He teased playfully. Your face got even more red as you nodded slowly. He laughed, a whole hearted, genuine laugh. You liked it. It made you happy almost, to hear his laugh.

“You know, princess, you never answered my question.” He spoke.

“What question?” You asked confused.

“Make me your king.”

“That’s not a question though, that seems more like a demand.”

“Maybe it is, but you still have to approve.”

You stood for a moment looking at the ground staring down at his shoes. So shiny and well taken care of. He dressed so nicely. He was…handsome. You’re thoughts raced through your head. He’s trustworthy. He’s terrifying. He’s handsome. He’s dangerous. He wants you. Do you want him? You did on your birthday. You wanted him badly then. You remembered how bad you longed for him as you straddled his lap and kissed him. The longer you thought about it the warmer it became between your legs.

“Doll face?” J brought you back to your senses after a minute. “Do you wish to be my queen?” He asked looking into your eyes making you almost melt. You nodded your head again.

“I need to hear it, sweets.”

“Yes, Mr. J.”

“Yes…daddy.” He commanded gently.

“Yes, Daddy.” You repeated obediently

“You’re so good.” He chimed.

You smiled a bit staring up at him. You hugged him happily. He wrapped one arm around you and chuckled. One henchman came strolling up to us quietly and spoke to J.

“It’s opening time, sir.”

“That late already?” J said looking at his watch. He nodded at the men by the front door and they moved to open them. People started pouring in, unlike other clubs, this place was packed from opening to close. One of the henchman took off his jacket revealing a plain white t-shirt as he stepped up to the dj and began blasting music. People cheered at the start of the music and slowly the crowd began to move in a pattern. People crowded the bar as two other henchmen took their places there also taking their jackets off. The way they changed their attitude you would never have guessed they were henchmen. It made you realize what a fortress the club really was.

J grabbed your hand and led you to his  private booth where you first kissed. He sat down and pulled you into his lap. You watched as the dancing crowd writhed, wiggled and jumped to the beat. Beautiful girls in short dresses. J didn’t want them? What did he see in you that he wanted to bring out so bad? You looked at him as he observed the crowd. He looked as though he were looking for someone. Then he smirked. You looked back to the crowd. It took you a minute but you saw a man in a suit making his way through the crowd rather roughly and sat across from you and J in the booth. He had tattoos covering his neck and knuckles.

“Kitten, why don’t you go dance for me?” He asked, though it was more of a command. You looked at the man with the tattoos then back at J and nodded. You got off his lap and walked into the crowd turning your head to look at him once more. The man with the tattoos stared at you as you were walking and J had started glaring at him. His face stone cold. J stood up quickly and shut the curtain blocking the club’s view from their meeting. You turned back and rushed to the curtain and peeped through a small opening between them. J was standing in front of you with his back to the curtain.

“She’s quite breathtaking, isn’t she?” Joker asked with an aggravated growl.

“She’s beautiful, J. Where you catch her?” The tattooed man asked smiling up at J from his seat. “She good in bed? I bet she give good head with those nice lips.” He winked at J.

J stood silent for a moment and then you heard a soft chuckle rumble through his throat. “She is…my queen.” J purred almost with pleasure and twisted his head as his neck twitched.

“Mhm, yeah, I figured that’s yo girl, J. Good for you. She got a nice ass too.” He said excitedly with another wink towards J.

J bent down reaching under the small coffee table. The was a soft click and as he came back up there was a gun in his hand. Your eyes went wide as did the man’s.

“That girl, woman, angel….is mine.”

“I-I know that J. Don’t take it the wrong way. Those were compliments. I’m not trying to get with your girl.”

“Oh don’t worry, you won’t.”

“J, com’on man, I’m just playing, don’t do this.”

J screwed on a silencer to the to the end of the barrel, chuckling as he did.

“I don’t appreciate your….comments…about her.”

“J, seriously. I didn’t mea-”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya.” J smiled at him, aiming the gun at his head and pulling the trigger. You heard a couple of mechanical noises immediately followed a thumping sound as the tattooed man’s head hit the wall of the booth hard. His eyes wide open and his jaw hung slack as his limp body laid across the booth.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you did your best not to scream. You covered your mouth shaking. Your tears began to make you blurry eyed. You began to back away from the curtain until a pale hand reached through it and dragged you inside. You let out a small yelp as you were thrown on the booth next to the corpse. You stared at it in horror your tears streamed down your face. J waved a hand and two men came from the exit behind the booth and picked up the body and brought it outside.

“Doll, do you know why I hurt him?” Joker asked cooing at you gently trying to calm you down.

“You didn’t hurt him…you killed him…” You stuttered through your fearful sobs.

“Isn’t that better? He’s not in pain or anythin’.” J tried to reason with you until his face suddenly molded into rage. “He disrespected you, he talked about you like you were just my toy, just another girl, a whore!”

“Mr. J, I’m sure many people have talked poorly of me behind my back and disrespected me when I’m not looking…” You composed yourself enough to speak but instead you yelled at him. “That doesn’t mean you kill them!” You screamed through your sobs. You put your hands on your head pulling on your own hair as your breathing started becoming rapid and shallow. You stood off the booth and began pacing the floor. When you turned, the blood stain on the booth caught your eye. You broke down into loud sobs.

“Oh, Doll face…” J whispered softly, wrapping his arms around you. “You’re just in shock, this will all go away soon.”

“You….are a murderer.” You wept into your hands. J spun you around to face him and pulled your hands away from your face then forced you to look at him.

“Princess, are you scared of me?” He asked sincerely. You looked him in his beautiful blue eyes. Your sobs slowly subsided as he waited patiently for your reply. Maybe you were just in shock. If you had only heard about him dying on the news, would you cry then? Probably not. You didn’t know the man personally. Maybe J was right. Maybe you were only crying because you in shock. It all happened really fast, J’s anger had just gotten the better of him. J was protecting you. Maybe that’s the only way he knew how.

“No…no I’m not scared….I’m just weak.” You admitted feeling defeated.

“You’re not weak, doll. You were just…” He paused for a moment looking at the ceiling and the walls as though they held his next words. He smiled a bit. “Unprepared.”

You shrugged disappointedly. “I guess.”

“Let’s just go home, kitten.” J took your hand lightly and led you out the back door and to his Lamborghini. He sped through the streets of Gotham. You stared out the passenger window at all the lights and tall buildings as they passed, not paying attention to where you were going. The lights slowly faded as you headed out toward the the suburbs of the city. You saw your apartment in sight and right as you thought the Joker would slow down he sped right past your house.

“J you passed my apartment.” You sat up and looked at him. He said nothing. After another 15 minutes of sitting in the car you pulled up to a beautiful mansion. Gated, beautiful stone work, even a fountain in the driveway. It was stunning.

J opened the passenger door for you and led you up the steps to the front doors. They immediately opened and he waltzed inside pulling you close behind him. A butler took J’s jacket off for him and hung it in a nearby closet.

“Anything I could do for you, Mr. J?” The butler asked bowing slightly out of respect.

“No. I’m fine.” J said undoing the cuffs of his shirt.

“Miss?” He said looking at you.

“Oh no, I’m fine. Thank you.” The butler smiled at you and strolled off into another part of the house. J then began walking up the steps. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to follow but you did. He had no objections. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. You followed him to a large room with the biggest bed you had ever seen resting in the center. Around it were trinkets and busts. Guns, mannequins with suits on them, and a large chest with a lock on it. There was a set of doors that opened into a large bathroom. Long curtains hung from the tall cathedral windows leaving the room dimly lit.

The Joker kicked off his shoes by the door and began unbuttoning his shirt. You felt your face get hotter and hotter with each button he undid. He let his shirt drop to the floor as he walked toward the bathroom. He stretched out his arms as though they were finally free. You stood awkwardly by the door waiting to see if he even remembered you were there.

“Kitten?” You heard him call from the bathroom.

“Uh…yes?” You replied hesitantly.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Well…um….I don’t know.”

“Come here, doll.”

You widened your eyes. He’s in the bathroom though. What if he’s naked? Your face got hot just thinking about it. You walked slowly to the bathroom. He was standing at one of the sinks looking at his hair in the mirror. He looked at you through the mirror and smirked. You stared at his finely toned chest and chiseled abdomen muscles. His rounded shoulders and muscular forearms. Your breath hitched silently as you admired him.

He stared at your face as you looked at his body in awe. J began laughing, happily.

“Do you want to touch me?” He said smiling at you. You looked at him in disbelief and nodded your head quickly without thinking. He chuckled again stepping towards you standing inches from you.

“I wish you would.” He whispered seductively. You blushed as you felt your panties get warm between your legs. J leaned in and began kissing your neck putting his hands around your waist. You put your hands on his chest, his skin was so pale and smooth, like ivory. It felt wonderful under your fingertips. You felt his hot lips kiss down your neck and began trailing your collar bone. It gave you chills. His hand slid past your hips to behind your legs and quickly picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively for support. He looked at you smiling evilly. You ran both your hands through his green hair and pulled on it as you kissed him roughly.

He pulled away with a wild look in his eye. He sat you on the marble sink and tore your dress at the zipper then pulled it off you forcefully. You covered yourself quickly. J admired your timid, nearly naked body. You had on black lace panties and your heels. You hair and makeup were a complete mess. J gently undid the straps of your heels and took them off you. He leaned over you on the counter and kissed you lips slowly then pulled away and smiled.

“How bout a bath, kitten? Calm your nerves.” He asked quietly, as though not to frighten you.

“Um…o-ok. Mr.-” You were cut off by J raising his hairless eyebrows at you looking down at you.

“I-I mean, ok daddy.” You stuttered.

“Much better.” He purred then turned the bath on. The he reached into the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a large bottle.

“Bubbles?” He asked looking at you modeling with the bottle. You stared at him for a second and then let out a small fit of laughter and nodded.

“Yes, I’ll have some bubbles.” You sniffled. He smiled wide quietly giggling to himself as he poured the bubble bath into the tub. You watched the bubbles start foaming. J sat on the edge of the large tub as it filled leaning in and spreading the bubbles around the water. He stood up and flicked his hand to dry it a bit and wiggled his finger at you, beckoning you to him. You stood off the counter and waddled awkwardly toward him, still covering your chest, wearing nothing but your lace underwear. J sat you down in his lap and kissed your shoulder up to your neck. He chuckled in your ear rather ominously. Your face went white. Before you could turn to look at him you both were diving into the large tub. You closed your eye and held your breath then sprung out of the water. You moved the hair from your face and rubbed the water out of your eyes carefully so they wouldn’t sting.

“Mmm. What a view.” You heard J chuckle from behind you. You turned around, standing up with the water to your mid thigh, and glared at the Joker. His makeup ran down his face, his hair was wet and shiny. He sat comfortably at the edge of the tub taking all of you in. You kept glaring until you suddenly became aware once again that you were almost completely nude. You covered up you chest again and lowered yourself back into the water sitting on the opposite side of J staring at the bubbles in front of you. J swam over to you and grabbed you pulling you against him. You blushed as you felt his chest again. You let your hands slide down to his waist thinking you’d find the edge of his pants. They weren’t there. No boxers either. You felt your face burn and your heart pounded in your chest. The Joker was holding your almost naked body to his own naked body in his bathtub. You felt your ears and face burn as the blood rushed through you.

J knew what you were thinking. Who wouldn’t know with how red your face was? He smirked at you and grabbed your hips roughly, painfully almost. He yanked you into his lap and took hold of your panties. You felt him pull at them slowly. He stared up into your eyes, his lips parted slightly. He was glaring at you almost, a predator look in his eye. And you were his pray. His helpless little kitten. And you couldn’t do anything about it.

SNAP! Your panties broke in his hands startling you, breaking your trans in J’s eyes. He pulled them out from under you and out of the water.

“Oops.” He shrugged as he tossed them away to wear he had stealthy placed his pants over the side of the tub.

“I really likes those ones though.” You pouted looking at them.

“I’ll buy you new ones, princess.” J whispered and kissed your lips roughly. He pulled you down on himself as he kissed you. You felt his hard length rub against the skin of your core. J’s hands wandered all over you slowly. Down your back, up your stomach. He massaged your breasts gently at first, until you let out a small moan, then he went harder. You moaned more. The Joker stared at you intensely, his lips parted more and his breathing was getting heavier each time you moaned. He craved you. He needed you.

One of his arms wrapped around your back tightly keeping you in place while his other hand made its way down to your center. He began tickling it lighting then pressed his fingers between the lips rubbing your clit slowly. You inhaled sharply and let out a rather loud moan. It felt so good. He knew just where to touch you. He began to rub faster and faster. You could feel all of your muscles get more tense each second.

“Daddy…I’m gonna….you’re gonna make me….” You moaned loudly. He loved it! You could hear his raspy chuckling through your moans. You felt the tension build up in your core. You were so close.

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed. And just as you shouted that the Joker grabbed your hips and quickly aligned the tip of his length with your entrance and rammed it into you. You tossed your head back with a scream of pure pleasure. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and began pounding you hard. He stifled moans with growls. J grabbed released your hair and grabbed your throat instead bringing your face close to his.

“Why does your pussy feel so fucking good, doll face?” He growled and moaned. With that he picked you up and spun you around, bending you over. You grabbed the side of the tub for support as J rammed his shaft back into your inviting bud. He rammed you even harder as he gripped your hips roughly, his nails nearly digging into your skin. You let out screams, not even caring who heard. It felt so damn good.

J grabbed your hair and pulled you up to lean against his chest then moved to put the same hand around your neck. His other hand moved to your clit again rubbing viciously. You screamed as loud as your vocal cords could let you with his hand on your throat.

“Daddy! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-!” You moaned into J’s ear. An evil smile grew wide across his face.

“Good.” He growled loudly as he stared at your shivering body. He rubbed your clit faster until you released. You covered your own mouth with both of your hands, trying to stop your screams. You rode out your orgasm as J kept pounding you from behind.

“Fuck!” He shouted as his movements became  slow and sloppy. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on your throat as he came inside you, growling as he did. You finally relaxed and dropped back into the warm water. Both of you breathing heavily. The Joker started chuckling with excitement.

“Damn, kitten!” He said smiling with heavy eyelids. He pulled you onto his lap again. You laid against his chest, progressively getting sleepier. You saw J look down at you and gelt his arms wrap around you. He carried you bridal style out of the bath and put you down for a moment to wrap a towel around you. You saw yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was a horrible mess. But so was his. You had smudged red lipstick all over your neck and lips. You didn’t even care. You felt so relaxed. Your legs almost gave out on you. All your muscles were tension free. It was like nothing could bother you. You were just so tired.

J picked you up once more and carried you to his bed laying you down. The sheets were so silky and the bed was like a cloud. You’re eyelids quickly got heavier and heavier as you watched J get dressed. On his way out he sat by the side of you on the bed and smiled at you.

“Sleep tight, princess.” You heard him say as he pressed his lips to your forehead. That exactly what you did.

Part 1 Part 2

#372 - You Don’t Have A Relationship With Your Father

Harry: “You’re home early,” Harry commented as you walked through the front door. Shrugging, you slipped your jacket off and hung it up in the closet. “I thought you were looking forward to seeing your mum?” he continued. “I was, and it was fine until my dad showed up,” you replied in a monotone voice and Harry’s face became one of understanding. “Ah, okay,” Harry nodded his head and gave you a small smile. You sighed out and looked over at him, opening your arms up. Harry got up from the couch and came over with a soft smile, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’ll make us some lunch,” he offered, pulling back and pulling you into the kitchen.

Liam: “So that’s why you never talk about him?” Liam asked once you finished explaining. “Yeah basically,” you nodded your head softly, the story so difficult to repeat but it was better you said something instead of having Liam in the dark. After all the excuses you had made as to why he had never met your dad, the truth had come out and it was a relief. “I try not to let it show but… it still affects me, it always will. I don’t have the typical ‘daddy issues’, but there’s always going to be something that makes me want that sort of attention?” you cleared your throat and blinked a couple of times. “No one blames you for feeling that way, it’s alright my love,” he murmured, kissing your temple gently. “It’s okay.”

Niall: Standing in your dress, your younger brother held your arm as you waited for your turn to walk. “Thank you for doing this,” you said softly, looking over at him and giving him a smile. “It’s no problem,” the younger boy chuckled and you looked back, just barely being able to see Niall standing at the altar, waiting for you. As you held your brothers arm, you couldn’t help but wonder if your dad ever thought about this moment. You wondered if he ever wanted to be the one who gave you away, if maybe he regret leaving at such a young age, but you didn’t ask. You weren’t about to make an effort when he hadn’t tried basically your whole life. You shook off the disappointment and put your focus back on walking to your future husband.

Louis: “Do you ever regret not talking to him?” Louis asked while you were on topic of your father and you shook your head. “No. I don’t regret cutting him off, I don’t regret not having a relationship with him. I’d rather be without a dad than have one who’s an absolute monster,” you commented, shifting your gaze over to him. He nodded and kissed your hand softly before dropping it into his lap and playing around with your fingers. “Even if it means not seeing your mum?” For a moment you had to think. You loved your mom, more than anything, but she had made a choice. “She knows where I am, she made a decision. If she wants to talk, I’m here.”

Zayn: “You never talk about your dad,” Zayn murmured. “Because I never knew him,” you shrugged, looking up from your dinner. “Why?” he asked and you set your cutlery down, shrugging your shoulders. “He left before I even turned one. I don’t remember him, I don’t really care,” you replied, looking over at your boyfriend. “Besides,” you started. “I have my step dad, and he’s the best person I could have asked for. He’s been more of a father than my real one has.” Zayn looked at you and nodded his head softly. “I’m glad you had someone there for you,” he said softly and you nodded your head softly, picking up your glass of juice. “I got lucky. He’s not just a step parent to me. He’s my father and I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Okay, so a little back story, I live in a rural area outside of Plant City, Florida and I always take back roads because the main road takes longer. The way I drive does not have any street lights for most of the drive and its always really dark.

I was driving home from work one night and it was 11pm, I think. I just remember it was really late, and I swear I thought a small child ran across the road with a dog. Scared the hell out of me and I swerved to miss it only to nearly crash head first into a car that was on the other side. I got back in my own lane and pulled off the side of the road and looked back in my mirror. The little girl seemed to be standing there smiling and just disappeared after I looked away.

I have seen many things on the drive down that road super late, but that girl was the one I remember most because it nearly killed me.

Another thing is, since I first moved in where I’m living now, there has been a shadow man that roams the back bedroom. I have lived in this house on and off for the last ten years and I always see him when I’m in the bathroom doing my hair or brushing my teeth. My kids see him all the time and unfortunately they now share a room in that room because its the biggest. 

The one time that really stands out is when I was home alone getting ready for work, my oldest was at school and I was still with his dad who was at school in another state, and I looked up because I felt something was watching me. He was standing in the bedroom and he was all black with like a detectives hat on. It was a quick glance so I thought really nothing of it until I looked up again and he was closer to the entry door. I spun around and it was gone. I stopped leaving the doors open when I’m home alone after that. About gave me a heart attack.

People may think I’m crazy, but my son’s step-mom has seen the shadowman and the figures on the back road I take, and I know a few others who have too so it can’t just be me.”

By: @breezie0812

anonymous asked:

When I first met my lover, it was in my dreams. We stood across one another between a church and the deep blue sea. His cat-yellow eyes stared right into me. Like he'd cut me open And saw every twitch and tick of my psyche. A glass bottle of grape soda sparkled in his right hand. "Did it hurt," he purred, "when you fell from Heaven?" I smiled at him. This was familiar. Camaraderie and something else weaved into the space between us. "Only when I fell for you, baby," I cooed, (1/2) lsv

love or lust (I’m not sure which) bubbling in my voice.  He threw his head back and laughed.  The sound eaten greedily by the sea and ringing pure as sin against the rusted churchbells.  "Oh, doll,“ he whispered, leaning forward and nuzzling my cheek.  I closed my eyes.  The yellow of his eyes burning my mind.  Liquid gold.  Gilded sin.  He gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek.  "All it takes is a little push,” he told me thoughtfully.   Dimly, I heard the church groan in warning.  (2/3) lsv

A priest’s prayers to a non-existent god.   Then I saw the soda bottle glint in the moonlight before he smashed it against my skull.  Sparkling soda and glass fell with my body over the cliff’s edge. The ocean opened its aching maw and swallowed me whOle.  Then i woke up. The taste of grape in my mouth  yellow-golden-sin in my eyes and love (or lust) boiling my heart.   — Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight? // lsv (3/3)


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Apple Pie - Steve Rogers

Requested by anonymous. Part of the Autumn Fic Meme, prompts 14 & 16 (Baking and Pie!)

Steve walked into your house, walking at a fast pace and barely looking up at you. You laughed and he made a noise as if to apologize, but kept walking to the kitchen. Following him, you found him rifling through a box full of old recipes.

“What’s up?” you asked. He glanced back at you with a small smile but returned to his work a second later.

“Remember all that stuff I got from my mom’s old place?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I think she might have left her pie recipe in one of those boxes.” You chuckled and walked towards him.

“This is all about pie?” He grinned and shook his head.

“No, not entirely. It’s about my mom’s homemade apple pie, the best in the world.” The way he said it with a sad smile told you that it was not about this pie. It was about his mom.

“Okay,” you said, rolling up your sleeves. “So what are we looking for?” He smiled and knocked his shoulder softly against yours. 

“It should be on one of these little note cards,” he said, holding up a dirty piece of paper that looked fifty years old. You nodded and continued rifling through the stacks of paper, sitting on top of your counter. 

“Yes!” Steve cried out about five minutes into your search. “Here it is!” You smiled and threw your handful of recipes down on the counter and jumped down. You peered over his shoulder and tried to read some of the recipe.

“So let’s make it,” you said after a pause, looking up at him. He smiled slightly and nodded. You took it from his hands and started pulling things out of the cupboard. “Tell me what we need.”

“Okay,” Steve said, grabbing the recipe back as you reached into the cupboard. “Sugar, flour, ground cinnamon.” 

“Check, check, check,” you said, setting them down on your counter. 

“Nutmeg, salt, apples, butter and a pie crust.” You looked back at him, raising your eyebrow. “What?”

“Your mom didn’t make her own crust?” you asked, pulling open your fridge and rifling for a pie crust you bought weeks ago. 

“No, I’m pretty sure she got most of the recipe from the back of a Betty Crocker pie mix.” You laughed and put the rest of the ingredients on the counter. “So when should it be done?” he asked.

“I may be your wife, but I’m not making this whole thing by myself,” you said with a laugh. He laughed and sighed.

“Fine.” He walked across the kitchen to wash his hands, and you slapped his ass as he did. He looked back at you with a raise of his eyebrows and smirked. “Really?” he asked. 

“Really,” you said with a smirk. He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You should wash your hands again.” You nodded and fought for the stream of water as both you and Steve washed your hands. “Alright, what do you want me to do?”

“You can peel and slice the apples,” you said. “And I’ll get the crust ready.”

“You mean put it in the oven?” he asked. You smiled and rolled your eyes. 

“Hey, it’s a lot of work. You have to hit a lot of buttons on the oven.” Steve chuckled and got to work slicing the apples. After you put the pie crust in the oven, you started mixing the rest of the ingredients in a bowl. Steve walked up behind you a moment later and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Steve,” you giggled as he placed a few kisses on your shoulder and neck. “I can’t make pie like this,” you said.

“Fine, then, let me help,” he said, moving his hands to your hands. He laced his fingers on top of yours and helped you whisk the spoon around the bowl. His head was on your shoulder, whispering things in your ear. 

“Okay, Casanova, you better get the apples.” He smiled and pushed himself against you for a moment, kissing behind your ear. “Steve.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, finally pulling away and walking to the other side of the kitchen. He dropped the apple slices in the bowl and you mixed them in, trying to ignore Steve who was purposely trying to distract you.

“Okay, you need to move away, or I’m going to bake you into the pie,” you said after you started folding the crust over the top of the filling.

“Well I might like that,” he said with a smirk.

“Shut up.” He chuckled and sat down on one of the bar stools on the other side of the counter. You creased the edging around the pie and poked a few holes in the center of it. “How does it look?” you asked, tilting it so he could see.

“Gorgeous.” You smiled and stuck it in the oven and set the timer for forty minutes. “So what do we do now?” he asked.

“We wait. And you clean up,” you said, throwing a rag at him. He opened his mouth to say something but you walked away form him. You sat down on the couch and opened the magazine you had been reading when Steve barged into the house. 

“All clean?” you asked when Steve sat down next to you, resting your feet in his lap. 

“Yep, we are all ready to eat pie.” He looked down at his watch and sighed. “In thirty-five minutes.” You closed the magazine and smiled at him.

“Thirty-five minutes?” you asked, smirking a little bit. 

“Yeah,” he said, looking at you curiously. 

“Well, I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time.” You sat up and moved closer to him. Your feet were still in his lap as he ran a hand through your hair and pulled you close. He kissed you softly at first, your lips soft against each other’s. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you so you were sitting in his lap.

“This should work,” he said, pulling away for a second. You smiled and kissed him again, more passionately. When the timer finally went off, your lips were already sore. Steve pushed you off quickly, and raced towards the kitchen.

“Love you, too, babe,” you said sarcastically, following him towards the kitchen. He pulled the pie out of the oven, almost forgetting to grab an oven mitt until you reminded him. The kitchen was filled with an overwhelming scent of apples as he set it down in front of you.

“Oh my god.”

“I know,” he said, sitting down next to you. The pair of you just stared at the pie for a while, watching the steam leave the pie. 

“Can we eat it?” you asked after a while. He nodded slightly and reached for two forks. He handed you one and you looked at it expectantly. “This is it, the moment of truth.” He nodded and took a deep breath before sinking his fork into the pie. You waited for him to take a bite before trying it.

“Steve-”

“I know,” he said, stabbing the pie again.

“It’s so good. Does it taste like your mom’s?”

“Sort of,” he said. “Maybe a little better.” You smiled and took another bite, letting the warmth melt on your tongue. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Of course. I’m always interested in pie endeavors.” He chuckled and shook his head as he took another bite. 

“I love you.”

BTS Reaction to you being cold but not wanting to ask for a sweater

This was requested by an anonymous user. I hope you enjoy!

~Admin Unnie

Jin:

“Jagi you are crazy! If you’re cold just tell me! I don’t want you to get sick!

Originally posted by vminv

Yoongi:

Silently hands you a sweater and doesn’t mention it ever again

Originally posted by eatjin

Hoseok:

“Oh no! My y/n can’t be cold!!” throws every sweater and blanket in the house on you

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon:

gives you his sweater and uses it as an excuse to put the moves on you

“Namjoon we’re already dating”

“So?”

Originally posted by jjks

Jimin:

Gives you his sweater and cuddles you while blushing

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung:

Makes a blanket/pillow fort and snuggles with you inside because who says you can’t make warming up fun?

Originally posted by bwiyomi

Jungkook:

When you mentioned that you were cold, he would be clueless until one of his hyungs hit him on the back of the head and told him to offer you his jacket/sweater

Originally posted by troiskims

anonymous asked:

Hey, what kind of music do you listen to? I can just imagine reaper listening to some heavy metal but like there'll be some Latin hit singles in his playlist somewhere that he wants no one to know about it. Anyway have a great day, Love you~

My taste in music is…weird. I can listen to almost anything really from Metal to Classical.


Funny enough I was a strict metal head back when I was younger. Favorite band MIGHT still be Slipknot.

anonymous asked:

3 and 36 with natasha please 💗 i love your blog! x

3. I came to kick ass and chew gum, and I’m all out of gum. | 36. You put the ass in assassin. Prompt idea list here


When you hung out with Nat, one of your favourite things to do were impressions of the other Avengers. It was something you looked forward to.

Nat drew a finger gun and pointed it you. She changed the pitch in her voice to make it sound deeper. “My name is Sam Wilson,” she mocked, “and I came to kick ass and chew gum, and I’m all out of gum. Bang! Bang!” She pretended to shoot you with her fingers.

You threw your head back and laughed loudly. “You sound exactly like him!” 

“I think I’m so cool ‘cuz I can fly around like a bird,” she continued. “And my best friend is a mechanical bird!” You two burst into a fit of giggles.

“What’s going on here?” A voice demanded. You stopped laughing when you saw who it was: Sam.

Nat bit her lip, trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working very well. “Oh, hey Sam,” she said casually. “(Y/n) and I were just talking about you.”

“I know. I heard.” He crossed his arms, but he was smiling- he knew you two were only joking. “It’s not nice to talk behind people’s backs, you know. You put the ass in assassin, Nat. I’ll get you back for making fun of me!”

LAST CHANCE $130! One left of my recently listed pieces - Real golden gilt dry preserved dog heart on bed of lichen with vintage woodcut moth. Heart was donated by one of my #bonelustpetmemorial customers. These is from a Boston Terrier.
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A Token From the Heart meets Natural Relics style display piece. Which are both original series of mine going back many years now. #tokenfromtheheart #naturalrelics
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Last one of these sold out instantly so stay head to Bonelust.Etsy.Com now! 💛♥💛 Sorry, can not ship out of the US due to customs restrictions.

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Arrow Season Five Episode One Teasers

QUOTE: “Lonely at the top, Mr. Mayor?”

QUOTE: “Did you just say that I am right?”

QUOTE: “Knocking — that’s not like you.”

QUOTE: “You have been frozen in amber waiting for things to go back to the way things were.”

QUOTE: “Don’t fish without bait.”

QUOTE: “My old friend, I thought you were dead.”

QUOTE: “I can’t hit pause. I need to get on with my life — even if that life isn’t what I want it to be.”

QUOTE: “I thought you retired.”

QUOTE: “You told me that the dead don’t want anything.”

QUOTE: “Blonde or red head?” “Brunette, actually.”

QUOTE: “What’s a guy got to do to get a little love?”

QUOTE: “I really needed to know that life like this was possible.”

QUOTE: “This is the craziest superhero scavenger hunt that I have ever been on.”

http://www.seat42f.com/arrow-season-5-premiere-teasers-legacy.html

Hey guys I’m back but I’m not feeling too well. So for tonight i’m going to temporarily close ships and focus on getting the ones out that are currently building up in my inbox and try and get some head canons off from my request list out and to you. To make up for the setback in story setback I’ll plan on releasing at least 6 stories over the course of the day tomorrow (tonights and tomorrows planned stories and hopefully some brain goblins (Dick as Barista, an idea from @dc-comics-imagines & a suprise) These late nights plus daylight savings adjustments has just kicked my ass and my routines ass these last few days. Sorry again and thank you for understanding and the feedback ♥✨ - B(itch)atlog

Originally posted by beamlyus

BOTH ARE AVAILABLE NOW $150 EACH! Just finished up these two real golden gilt dry preserved dog hearts on bed of lichen with framed high quality deer skull replica and woodcut moth. Heart was donated by one of my #bonelustpetmemorial customers.
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A Token From the Heart meets Natural Relics style display piece. Which are both original series of mine going back many years now. #tokenfromtheheart #naturalrelics
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Last one of these sold out instantly so stay head to Bonelust.Etsy.Com now! 💛♥💛 Sorry, can not ship out of the US due to customs restrictions.

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anonymous asked:

So I've recently realized that I'm very into my best friend and like. It explains so much??? Like. One of our very first interactions (i thought I was v straight at the time) was me tilting my head back to see her face (she's at least a head taller than me) and staring at her eyes and she noticed and looked at me and smiled like she was waiting on me to say something and I just blurted out "you have really beautiful eyes" like GO past me I was so much smoother then than now

Oh my god tthats so gay omg i love this concept i hope it goes well for u two