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the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye

It’s 2am, Neil’s shuffling into the kitchen to get a glass of water, he flicks on the light and turns around to find himself face to face with a giant tabby cat, who’s been sitting there on the countertop watching him, with it’s eerily sentient eyes. He jumps, and, on his instinct driven backwards step, trips over the water bowl behind him in a cacophony of clattering metal and grunting, before landing on his ass in a painful thud. Andrew, instantly awake and already running out of the room, ready to beat an intruder to death, half blind given he was dead asleep 2 seconds ago, falls over Neil on his way into the room and the both of them end up sprawled on top of each other on the kitchen floor. The cat jumps off the counter and sits on Andrew’s back.

“You fucking idiot,” Andrew says.

“They’re your cats asshole.”

Request: Prompt 15 and 16 with peter maximoff (DOFP and Apocalypse)vplease x

Author’s Notes: So this is the first request I’m going to do for the prompts I put up today. I’m actually very surprised how many requests I got in this amount of time! Thank you all! I also want to say thank you for 200 followers! I’ll get to writing now, see you at the end. 

Word Count: 787

Warnings: Mentions of sexual things ;)

#15 “Draw me like one of your French girls.” “Please stop taking your clothes off.”    

#16 “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

Keeping Peter at a slower pace was hard, but trying to keep him to be still all together was damn near impossible. He refused to sit still for more than 3 seconds and that is going to be a problem, seeing that he has a broken leg and all. After the whole Apocalypse thing, the super fast healing wasn’t going to cut it with this one. He still needed to rest and keep off of that leg. That’s where you come in, trying to ease his boredom as best you can. 

You walk up to the room that he shared with Scott in the mansion, which was newly rebuilt thanks to Jean and Erik, knocking twice before walking in. You see Peter lying on his bed with his headphones on, music blasting with his broken leg propped up on some pillows. ‘Exactly as I left him,’ you thought, secretly thanking him for not moving.

“Peter!” you say a bit louder, hoping to get the speedster’s attention but all you heard was the loud music coming out of the headphones. Sighing, you go to sit on Scott’s bed, which was across from Peter’s, and you pull out one of your school books, figuring that if you’re not going to do anything, might as well finish the homework. 

Taking out a pencil and highlighter, your eyes scan the pages in front of you, highlighting important passages and phrases. You see slight movement out of the corner of your eye and you look up, expecting to see Peter still lying there, flipping though the songs on his MP3 player. 

What you did see though, was completely unexpected.

There was Peter, lying on his bed and looking directly at you, a lazy smirk on his face. Slowly, he maneuvered he was onto his side, carefully tucking his broken leg under his non-broken leg. He props his head up on his arm and winks at you. “Hello, beautiful.”

His hands move to the hem of his shirt, hooking them under it and yanking his shirt over his head, making his pale chest now visible to your viewing. Peter noticed your stare and his smirk only grows, making him tighten his abs, making it obvious that he was flexing.

Rolling your eyes, you set your book on Scott’s bed and make your way over to Peter. His eyes widen as he watches your actions, the once playful smirk transforming into a mischievous one. He wiggles his eyebrows, hands teasily moving down to his belt buckle, “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

You take your hand and dig it into Peter’s side, causing him to let out a not-so-manly shriek of surprise. “Please stop taking your clothes off. Also, you were totally flexing.”

Peter gasps with fake disgust, “I would never deceive you like that. This is all nat-ur-al.” He draws out the last word as he sits up on the bed and resumes his previous position, with his leg up on the pillows.

You crawl over him and lay next to him, lying your head on his shoulder, “This is nice.”

He hums in approval and rolls over to wrap his arms around you as he attempts to place a pillow between his legs to elevate the cast. With a groan, Peter sits up and places the pillow in its desired destination. You giggle and wrap your arms lazily around his waist, paying attention to where you were laying your head and not to where you hands actually ended up, which went a little lower than expected. 

The momentum on your arms coming down after being wrapped around Peter’s “waist” created a loud slap noise, causing another involuntary not-so-manly shriek to escape his mouth. He looks down at you with a shocked expression plastered on his face and you look down to see what you smacked.

A blush made it’s was onto your cheeks as you look up at Peter with wide eyes, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Another smirk crept onto Peter’s face, “Of course you didn’t”

“I’m serious, Peter.”

“I didn’t expect you to be into the kinky stuff, (y/n).”

The blush on your cheeks only intensified at Peter’s last statement, “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

You bury your face in the crook of Peter’s neck to escape the embarrassment that was soon to come. Quiet chuckles were heard from him as he wrapped his arms around you once again.

“I’ll let you do it again, I kinda liked it. Just promise to give me some time before you introduce the handcuffs. Maybe I’ll like this whole BDSM thing.”


Batmom x Damian Wayne Drabble

A/N: I’m pleased with this one.

Warnings: None but it’s a bit longer than the others I think.


He’d never had someone quite like you in his life, the only mother figure he had was Talia, your opposite apparently. You’d often ask about his day, night activities, offer to stitch him up, make him snacks, take him places whenever he wasn’t quite himself - he secretly loved all the things you did but couldn’t understand why you did them. Did he owe you something? Did you need him for some evil master plan?

It was a Saturday morning and Damian was graciously finishing the breakfast prepared for him by Alfred when you walked in, dressed in a way that suggested you were going somewhere.
“Morning Dami, how’d you sleep?” You chirped reaching for a snack on the top shelf.
“Well. Though patrol was particularly strenuous.” He monotonously replied looking to you, green eyes filled with curiosity.

“I hope you kicked butt out there, do you need any injuries taking care of?” You asked with a smile.
“No.” Rather blunt, with a hint of obnoxiousness.
“Alright, call me if you need anything.” You grinned walking over to the boy and playfully ran your fingers through his hair before leaving the kitchen.

Damian froze, this was odd behaviour - you’d never done that to him before and he felt slightly agitated that you were now treating him like a child. Dick walked in just as you were about to exit noticing the cold frown his ‘youngest brother’ wore.

“Hey Dickiebird.” You greeted and again tousled his hair too, to which left Damian thoroughly confused - so you weren’t treating him like a child?
Dicks eyes lit up significantly and he sent a pout your way as you left, immediately fixing his hair afterwards. Damian’s hair was also in more disarray than usual and realisation hit the older hero.

“It’s her way of showing she loves us, (y/n) does it to all of us from time to time.” Grayson grinned before grabbing some orange juice and presumably going to the Batcave.
There was no way you did this to all of them right? Damian decided to check this out for himself through the art of skilful observation, or maybe he was just determined to prove Grayson wrong.

First it was Tim, a couple of days after the 'incident’ and Tim had come to the Batcave under the alias of Red Robin, pulling down his mask and looking completely exhausted. You sat at one of the desks pushing a cup of coffee toward the returning vigilante while Damian leant on the railing above watching the scene unfold below him. Tim walked past the coffee and over to you who was now standing, he took you into a weak hug and rested his forehead on your shoulder allowing you to run your fingers through his tousled locks.

“Aw, you must tired Timmy.” Again you gave a meaningful smile and handed Tim his coffee which he graciously accepted.
Damian continued to observe,  believing that Tim was just soft and you had only gotten to ¾ of them meaning Dick still wasn’t right.

Damian was confident you wouldn’t do it to all of the Robins, apparently just most of them - Jason being the one exception, since he was always grumpy or sarcastic, he didn’t think you would dare touch him in fear of getting yelled at. However, he was proven wrong much to his distaste when Jason had arrived at the manor for goodness knows what and was leaning on the wall waiting for Bruce (he assumed anyway).

Thats when you walked past, noticing the absence of Jason’s helmet you briskly went toward him and rustled your fingers through his hair on your way past.
“Nice of you to visit Jaybird, you better tell me how you’re getting on once you’re done here.” You grinned heading down the hallway while Damian awaited the harsh reply from the Red Hood. Which never came…?

Instead Jason ran a hand through his newly messed up hair and smiled, it was a genuine smile too, one which was rarely even seen on him. Did he like it?
“Was that a smile Todd?” Damian arrogantly interrogated making his presence known.
“Shut up Demon spawn!” Jason remarked, a hint of happiness detected in his rude tone.

Upon returning from vigilante duty with his father, Damian was still considering his findings - why did you do it? Grayson was not right, it couldn’t be a sign of affection since he’d only been living here for a few months maybe he just refused to accept that you actually did trust him so quickly or it was denial.

He stood in the Batcave pondering all the possibilities, meanwhile you happily greeted Bruce with long kiss and a hug then made you way over to Robin with Bruce carefully watching your actions.
You ran your hand through his dark hair, ruffling it slightly which recaptured his attention.
“Welcome home Dami.” You greeted cheerfully but in a calm manner then began to make your way back up to the mansion.

You completely missed the look of shock that crossed Bruce’s face in a split second as you interacted with Robin. Robin on the other had finally accepted it, he enjoyed your little act of affection and it made him feel welcome, safe and happy even - this brought the smallest of smiles to boys features.

“Thanks… (Y/N).” Damian finished, turning to you as you left - you smiled and nodded in response while Bruce was just speechless due to Damian’s sudden change in attitude.

Step 1: Don’t be a zombie.
Step 2: Change your little corner of the world.
Step 3: Watch your actions become contagious to zombies around you.
Step 4: Watch zombies around you become human.

anonymous asked:

My request: Chocobros having a stable relationship until their S/O starts feeling left behind because of amount of work their boyfriend has. She finds THAT GUY who cheers them up - no cheating, as in sex, involved - but Chocobros notice the sudden change of S/O behaviour. Good thing they do, because oh boy THAT GUY turns out to be obsessed with you. In the end, I just want a scenario with Bros being knights in shining armors saving you from a weirdo with a knife. (inspired by Love Artifact AMV)

OOOH YES! Omg this has so much alpha-male chocobro potential! Ah, I am so excited to write this *starts writing immediately* I wrote Noctis a really long scenario because I realised that I always neglect him in my fills and write his scenarios too short LOL :/

Just to let ya’ll know- if the whole post does not show up, just copy and past the permalink into your browser (for mobile phone users) :D If you have any issues, just DM me and I’ll help you out! :D

Tagging: @the-regalia, @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @airlea-sicarius, @rubyphilomela, @hypaalicious and @the-lucian-archives :D

Noctis: You sit by yourself at lunch for the third week in a row, your chin cupped in your hands and your lips parting continuously to let you tired, sad sighs. You wanted to spend time with your boyfriend, but that was becoming difficult with high school graduation looming in the next month. Noctis was not a normal student, after all, he was the Crown Prince of Lucis. On top of exams and college applications, he was also well into his magic training, his physical combat training and his advanced political science classes. Noctis was a busy young man, and you appreciated that fact- but you did feel a little lonely. It had been over a month since you got to feel Noctis’ lips against yours, and you missed his lazy little smiles and his impromptu naps on you lap in the park. You just missed him so much, but you felt like a whiny girlfriend every time you thought about asking him to meet you in his down time. He was probably tired and needed his rest. So you refrained from contacting him lest you ended up annoying the busy prince- after all, you were nothing but his commoner girlfriend. In the grand scheme of things, you probably didn’t matter too much to Noctis anyways.

Weeks of thinking along those lines led you to conversing with the resident ‘bad-boy’ in your grade. He’s relatively good looking- nothing like the art that is your prince though- and he knows how to hold an intelligent conversation. So on the lead up to your graduation, he spends lunch time with you and the two of you become good friends- or so you think. Resident bad-boy invites you to a party during one of your lunch time chats, and you tell him that you’ll think about it. That night, you scrounge up the courage to call your busy boyfriend, only to be re-directed to his soft-spoken voice mail message. You groan in frustration, disconnect the call, and then dial your new male friend’s number, and tell him you’ll be at the party.

That weekend, you and the bad-boy Tak hit it off, and you’re starting to feel very comfortable with him. You start to feel a little shy and bashful around him and you also find yourself flirting lightly with him. Nothing too serious, just some giggling, some arm touching and some flirty smiles exchanged across the room- but every time he tries to make a serious move, you remind him that you are already spoken for. This tactic seems to work for a while until Noctis is back at school, and sitting with you at lunch for the first time in a very long while.

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I swear I’ve gotten to a point where I literally don’t listen to what men say. I’m watching your actions and how you treat me. I’ve been fed too much bullshit.

Tough Introductions

Juice x Reader where Juice is prospecting and the sassy reader has to partner up with him on a job, her less than pleased attitude making for a fun time.

A/N - haven’t proof read so sorry if there are any mistakes!

Originally posted by redwoodyproductions

Double checking your ammo, you shove your gun down the back of your jeans, grabbing your duffle bag and heading towards the bar, everybody else already gathered and ready. “You set?”

You nod in response, tossing the duffle on the table and zipping up your jacket till it reaches just underneath your breasts. “We ready to go?”

“Almost.” Clay says, adding a couple more shotguns to the bag. You look at him questioningly, double checking the group to see who’s missing. “Prospect is coming with.”

“Thought you said this needed to go smoothly.” you sass, not being mentally prepared enough to deal with some inexperienced kid. “Can’t we do it without him?”

“Give him a chance, lassie. He’s got potential.” Chibs argues, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest. “Don’t be too harsh on the poor lad.”

“As long as he keeps out of my way, I’ll behave.” You don’t miss the look that the others share, the expressions of humour and nervousness making you suspicious. “What?”

“There’s been a change of plan, sweetheart. Prospect’s taking Jax’s place.” Tig informs you, a smirk on his lips. You curse loudly, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Is he serious?” Clay nods in confirmation, shaking his shoulders carelessly. You huff, your mood going from excited to pissed off within seconds. “Don’t blame me when this all goes tits up.”

“Sorry if I’m late.” You all turn your attention to the quiet boy who’s just arrived, your eyes widening slightly as his attractiveness before you catch yourself.

“Sure you are.“ you say sarcastically, a snigger coming from the group at your cold tone. “I’ll be outside.”

You push past the timid male, your eyes catching his as you do so, his mouthwatering aftershave creeping up your nostrils and threatening to throw your concentration.

“She seems…nice.” Juice mutters once you’re out of ear shot, the others grinning at one another.

“Good luck today, prospect. You’re gonna need it.” Tig says, slapping Juice roughly on the back as everyone floods out of the clubhouse, ready to complete the task at hand.

Your steps are skillfully silent as you creep towards the back entrance of the club, Juice hot on your trail. It’s hard to focus when he’s close enough for you to feel his body warmth, his breath hot on your neck when you stop to check if the coast is clear.

“I’m Juice, by the way.” he whispers, your eyes rolling at his need for conversation. “It’s nice to meet you…”

“(Y/N).” you finish for him, your hand reaching into your pocket for your lock pick kit. Juice watches you, completely fascinated, your actions nimble and quick as you successfully crack open the door. “Stay close.”

“Right.” he mumbles as you sneak through the door, Juice taking that as his cue to stop talking. You slip through the hallways of the dimmed den, heading for the room where you know the target will be.

“Shit.” you curse as you spot one of the many henchmen heading your way, knowing everything will turn to shit if you’re caught. “Follow my lead.”

You yank Juice towards you by his shirt, connecting your lips to his roughly as he freezes up in shock. Slapping him sharply on the chest, he relaxes, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you against the wall, a groan slipping from Juice as you suck lightly on his lower lip.

As the heavy footsteps get further and further away, your lips detaching from Juice’s once you’re sure the coast is clear, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated as he gazes at you. “W-what was that?”

Shrugging your shoulders at his lovestruck face, you check the hallway again, satisfied to move when you see its clear. “Distraction technique. Don’t get hung up on it, Juicey.”

“Juicey?” His words are filled with humor, though you easily detect the slightly flirtatious tone. “Careful, might make me think you actually find me tolerable.”

“Don’t get hung up, I said.” you remind him, glancing over your shoulder at him, your lips twitching as you try to contain your smile. “Let’s go.”

You clink your beer bottle against the rest of SAMCRO as you celebrate a job well done, a chorus of cheers rippling through the loud music. You grin, running your tongue over your lower lip as you head away from the group.

You climb up to the roof, perching yourself down on a box and reveling in the calm, sirens sounding far in the distance. “Wondered where you got to.”

“Congrats on finding me Sherlock.” you sass, Juice taking a seat beside you as you pull out your cigarettes, offering him one before having one for yourself.

“Thought you’d be down there celebrating.” he says, taking a long drag, the smoke getting lost within the California air. “You seem like the party type.”

You hum in response, admiring the city lights. “Guess I just enjoy the quiet sometimes.”

“Yeah.” he mumbles, the two of you silent apart from the inhailing of cigarettes, the atmosphere strangely comfortable. “Why aren’t you at home with your boyfriend or something?”

“Smooth.” you snigger, raising your eyebrows, taking a hefty swig of your beer. “I’m single, asshole.”

“Can’t blame a guy for asking.” he chuckles, you smiling despite yourself. “Lucky, really. I don’t think a boyfriend would be too happy about what happened between us today.”

You spit out your drink, coughing unattractively as you try to recompose yourself. Juice watches on, embarrassed, as you laugh. “Excuse me?”

“You know, the kiss-” You hold your hand up, Juice halting his sentence as you do so.

“It didn’t mean anything, Juice. It was just a job.” you explain, Juice opening and closing his mouth as he searches for a defense. “You get that, right?”

“Sure, totally.” he says unconvincingly, your heart strings tugging at the sadness in his voice. Getting up from your makeshift seat, you head towards the ladder, admiring the slightly naive yet completely interesting prospect in front of you.

“Prove me wrong.” you challenge, Juice whipping his head to face you, disbelief on his face. “Tomorrow night, pick me up at eight. Give it your best shot.”

You can see him smile in the moonlight, butterflies fluttering gently in your stomach. “You’re on.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy mini fic with Saeran X MC where Saeyoung wont let him outside even though he just wants to look at the sky so MC decides to buy him a star projector so they can watch the stars together

Admin Ri loves Saeran <3 Gosh, I hope this is good enough…?

And to all you readers, thank you for your continued support~!


Artificial Stars, Real Feelings [Saeran x MC]

Note: I thought that it would be more fitting here if MC and Saeran were not dating yet!!

Saeran was sulking quietly on the living room couch, hugging his knees to his chest. You’d just come home from a coffee shop, and you were surprised to see a ball of gloom upon entering your shared apartment with Saeyoung and Saeran.

“Saeran~? What’s wrong?” you cheerily greet him, hoping to spread some positive feelings to him.

Instead, he only dully directed his gaze towards you, his furrowed eyebrows indicating his irritation. “Saeyoung’s being an asshole,” he mumbled, diverting his gaze towards the floor. “He doesn’t trust me to go outside.”

From inside his computer room, Saeyoung shouted out, “I do trust you, I’m just worried!”

Well. Saeyoung had every reason to be paranoid. The last time he’d let his twin brother out of his sight, Saeran ended up bleaching his hair, getting tattoos and joining a freaky cult organization.

It sure sounds funny now, but Saeyoung had believed his brother was living a safe, normal, let me say it again for emphasis, NORMAL life. He’d sacrificed his own youth in hopes that his brother would be protected, and his sacrifice had been for naught. Now, he just felt constantly worried about Saeran, and refused to let him go out of the apartment. Saeyoung installed a new security system where the doors would automatically lock if Saeran attempted to go outside, and it would require a passcode (which changed at random) to unlock and disable the system even temporarily.

Saeran was already used to being restricted of his liberty. By his mother. By Mint Eye. And now, by Saeyoung. That’s why he hadn’t expected to mind it too much– everything he could possibly need was inside the apartment. Ice cream, Honey Buddha Chips, wi-fi, MC… but he really, really wanted to see the stars.

He wanted to be free—and even if he couldn’t, he wanted to feel free. Looking at the vast sky, full of glittering stars that were millions of lightyears away made him feel free. He desperately wanted to see them, twinkling in the night sky with all their might, no matter how weak their light was, still holding onto their radiance.

To Saeran, the stars were beautiful. Looking at them from the inside of a window wasn’t enough for him to see their true beauty. He’d begged and begged Saeyoung to go outside for hours prior to your return home, and now he was left to sulk because he’d been rejected.

After listening to his reasoning, you came up with an idea. “Wait here, okay?!” you told him, a spark of excitement in your eyes.

Saeran cast a curious glance at you as you left the apartment… even though she just came back? He wondered. What is she up to…?

In less than 10 minutes, the door swung open again, with you panting heavily as you held up something in your hands, a wide smile on your face.

“This! This is a realistic star projector that V introduced to me before! The quality is amazing…” you explained as you started setting it up. Pausing, you turned to look at him, “I know that these aren’t real stars either… but I hope you won’t mind watching with me?”

Your sweet actions made him blush lightly, and he used the sleeve of his sweater to cover part of his face so you couldn’t see it. His cheeks were tinted red, and his entire expression had softened into a happy look as he nodded, afraid that his voice would come out weird if he spoke now. His heart was racing, and his chest felt like it was being squeezed, but in a pleasant way.

She’s adorable, he thought to himself as he watched you gather pillows and blankets into the center of the living room. God… What did I ever do to deserve her? She’s so thoughtful and considerate of me… I really… really love her.

Almost as if you could hear his thoughts, you suddenly beamed at him as you beckoned him to lay down beside you in your newly constructed pillow fort. “Saeran~! Come here!! We’ll be safe from the evil 707 here!” you exclaimed, grinning childishly.

Saeran laughed, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. He sat beside you, and lay his head on one of the stacked pillows to his comfort.

“I’m gonna turn off the lights now, okay?” you called out as you switched off the lights.

The artificial stars suddenly illuminated the room, twinkling everywhere. It was more like a hologram than a projector—the stars were 3D, and they didn’t just illuminate the walls and ceilings! They were in the middle of the room, and Saeran could reach out to touch them.

His breath was held as he took in the awe-inspiring display. You were right, the quality IS amazing… He could feel tears well up in his eyes. He’d been so disappointed by Saeyoung’s rejections to let him outside earlier, and you’d just turned his entire day around, just like that.

“MC…” he murmured, turning onto his side as he stared at you, his eyes gentle. “Thank you so much,” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Anything for you…” you whispered in reply, smiling in delight that he appreciated your efforts.

“In that case… can I hug you?” He sounded so vulnerable asking this, almost desperate, as if he thought you would deny his request.

“Oh… o-okay,” you agreed, cheeks burning up in a rosy pink. Luckily, it was dark in the room, and he couldn’t see how his words had affected you.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely. God, it felt so… natural. You subconsciously leaned in, savouring the sensation of his affectionate touch.

Wasn’t this bordering the lines of friendship…? Did Saeran possibly… like you?

You had no idea, but for now, you just savoured the sweet moment you two were sharing.

Babysitter || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by jinatetae

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff

Y/B/F - your best friend

The sound of your phone ringing was the first thing that you heard. Taehyung groaned beside you and rolled back over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. The sound of your ringtone going off that early made his ear drums ache.

In your sleepy haze, you managed to grab the phone, answering it and muttering a lazy hello into the microphone.

“Y/n!” Your best friends voice flooded over the line. There was a sense of panic in her voice that caused you to sit up straight in bed. Taehyung groaned even louder beside you, not wanting to be up this early but you had never heard y/b/f sound like this before.

She sounded incredibly worried and scared, and you thought that maybe something had happened. You weren’t sure exactly what, but it had to be important.

“My babysitter quit on me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t leave Bora at home, but I can’t bring her to work with me. And I can’t call in sick because then my boss will be angry at me.” Your friend continued to ramble on and on.

You knew how hard it had become for y/b/f ever since she had Bora. Bora’s father had disappeared one day and never returned, making y/b/f’s life more difficult then ever. It didn’t help that she didn’t make as much money as she needed to pay for everything they needed.

You had watched Bora a few times for her, taking the four year old for the day and treating her in ways that her mother couldn’t.

For a four year old, Bora understood that it was tough for her mom. She was possibly one of the smartest kids you had ever met, and it amazed how much she gave up to make her mom happy. She didn’t care about not being able to attend her first year of school, she didn’t care about having the newest toys and such.

It amazed you how mature she was. And you knew that y/b/f really was blessed to have a daughter like Bora.

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Butterfly || Taehyung

Request -  Hi!! I’m new member in the bangtangurlarmy and I would like to read a smut with Taehyung!! Thank youu!! 😊😊            

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Smut

Summary - You let alcohol do all the talking until you’re in bed with one of the most charming guys of your campus.

Your eyes scanned across the span of the room, the numerous bodies that moved in sync with the beats of the song which blared through huge speakers, the bass ringing in your ears while you held a drink in your hand, could’ve be the best feeling you’d ever gotten since you began college.

Being a sophomore gave you an idea of how people were, to you and to others; and the one boy who you’ve heard loads about, immediately caught your eye as he walked to a secluded corner. You didn’t know if it was the booze, or if it was the raging teenage hormones that carried your legs to him, you were still surprised that you even bothered to walk to him, his eyes instantly catching yours, and scanning your whole body before finally resting on your face.

‘Hello there,’ His lips tugged upwards as his posture changed, making it look like all his attention was on you. You smirked up at him, ‘Hi,’ You didn’t even try to hide the fact you were barely sober.

‘What’s a pretty butterfly like you doing among us moths?’ His eyes twinkled mischievously, while he took your drink from your hand to place it on a table behind him.

‘Maybe this pretty butterfly, doesn’t want to be pretty anymore.’ You leaned closer, your body touching his very intentionally, as you lifted a finger and trailed it down his jawline.

'Is that so?’ You didn’t have to look at him to know he was wearing a smug look; you could already feel his hardness poking at your thigh, making you chuckle softly.

'I’ve heard…stories about you.’ You whispered, the alcohol doing it’s wonders and making you sound slurry yet seductive. He raised an amused eyebrow at your statement, 'Stories, you say? All good things, I hope?’

You looked up at him, your hand slowly traveling to the back of his head, before pulling him close to your face, your lips, just brushing against his, 'Why don’t you show me? Then I’ll know if they’re good or..not.’ You stared at his lips the entire time, the alcohol from both of your breaths, mixing up into something very arousing.

'Take my hand.’ His voice got an octave lower, as he pulled away and offered ypu his hand. Without any hesitation, you accepted it and instantly got dragged by him upstairs, to what you presumed, a much private space to continue your alcohol-induced rendezvous.

He pushed open a door, only to interrupt another couple who were making out with barely any clothes on, him apologizing in a rush and closing it. Although you could agree he was hot, he was just as adorable. How the traits could co-exist in one person, you would never know.

You didn’t realize he had opened a door to a vacant room until he had pulled you in and slammed your back against the door, your breath leaving your lips in a gasp, before he crashed his lips on yours. He tucked his hands under your legs and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist in instinct, as he carried you to the bed, dropping you on it and himself over you, careful not to rest his weight on you as he ran his hands under your garment.

'Let me taste you.’ His baritone voice came nothing above a whisper which alone would’ve made you come, if you weren’t having an internal battle in your head with your conscience.

You moaned in reply as his lips caught the skin at the nape of your neck, working it’s wonders, spreading red and purple hues all around your collarbone while his hand worked on pulling down your underwear.

You arched your back, as you felt his fingers tracing your sex, the warmth of his hand being a contrast to the cold air around you. He pulled away for a few seconds as he took in your features, and he couldn’t help but feel like he had just found a diamond among rocks.

While his other hand unzipped your dress, you pulled his face down for a heated kiss, making him groan in approvement, as it had been long since a girl had actually taken control. Just by that simple thought, he was painfully aroused, resulting in his hands working in an even more urgent manner, a finger slipping into you, instantly making a moan erupt from your throat.

He pulled your dress down until your waist, 'Oh my,’ He eyed your bare chest, 'You really were serious,’ He chuckled, as though he was mocking you. Wrapping his lips around your swollen nub, he sucked on it harshly, while his fingers moved in a scissoring movement inside you.

You squirmed and you felt the knot form in your stomach as he carried on. Yet, you manged to utter the question that left him quite dumbfounded: 'Why do I always fall for men like you?’ He stopped his movements for a second as he eyed you doubtfully. Did he really hear that or was it just the alcohol acting again? He thought better of asking you and kissed your lips this time, increasing the pace of his fingers.

'Taehyung-’ You breathed, your head moving back as your back arched again, 'I’m g-going to…’ You left your sentence midway as you felt his tongue against you, your breath hitching, while his tongue flicked against your clit at the same pace as his fingers, driving you absolutely insane.

Your mewls became louder as you approached your orgasm, and just as you felt yourself about to release he moved away, your body shivering from the orgasm denial while you groaned in utter frustration.

'Taehyung!’ He smirked at you before capturing your lips, his tongue immediately roaming your mouth letting you taste yourself. He pulled away, 'Your lips are really soft.’ He randomly said, and instead of it being a sudden turn off, you simply chuckled at his successful adorableness. You yet had to find out how he managed to do that.

'I need you, Tae,’ You pressed your lips against the skin under his ear, and you heard a gasp escape his lips. Bingo. You felt his grip loosen by your waist and you took your chance to turn around, him now under you as you straddled his waist, him being still fully clothed.

'We need this out of the way,’ You pulled at his shirt and he helped you take it off him, him sitting up in the process. His eyes locked with yours and you stared into them while he stared back at you, the bulge in his pants bringing you back to reality.

'You’re an asshole.’ You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him forcefully, him returning it with the same force, absolutely enjoying the authority you held over him - for the time being.

'Do you really see me like that?’ He spoke as you trailed kisses down his neck.

'You didn’t let me come.’ You reasoned instantly, hearing him chuckle. You were just too cute to be feisty, and he loved it.

You placed your palms against his chest and pushed him down on tbe mattress while you kissed and sucked your way down to his jeans, your hands unbuckling them before tugging them down with his help. You palmed his bulge and his eyes rolled back as he let you take control over him.

You pulled his boxers down agonizingly slow, but he patiently waited as he locked eyes with you, wondering to himself why he had never found you in the first place. His erection sprung free, it bending all the over to touch his abs, you eyeing it for a second longer than intended, feeding his ego.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft, bringing it to your mouth as Taehyung watched your actions with genuine interest and anticipation. The moment your mouth took in his member, he let out a guttural moan at the feeling of your warm and wet cavern around him. You bobbed your head up and down mercilessly, him taking a moment to wonder if you even had a gag reflex or not. When you took him deep into your throat, he grabbed a handful of your hair and bucked his hips as he felt euphoria drown his body; a step closer to releasing himself. But before he could, he grabbed your shoulders, 'Let me come inside you, Kitten.’

You smirked up at him as you got up from your position, and removed the offending material which was your dress over your shoulders before getting back on his lap. He grabbed a condom from his jean pocket and rolled it on before grabbing your waist and helping you get aligned with his member. You dropped yourself on his erection, moaning as you felt him stretch you .

'God, baby, you’re so tight.’ He groaned as his lips tugged into a snarl as you slowly began bouncing your hips against his. As you got used to his length, you began moving faster, skin slapping against his, mixing with the moans from the both of you as you got closer and closer to your high.

Taehyung leaned in and caught your lips in an open mouthed and sloppy kiss, as you felt the knot untie and release in your stomach, your groan swallowed by his own as he released at the same time, his lips moving away from yours to place pecks at your neck.

'You’re mine.’ He growled, as he bit harshly at your neck, your heart beat elating at the sudden piercing pain, a wave of pleasure coursing inside you. Your hands remained wrapped around his neck as his face stayed nuzzled into yours.

You giggled as you felt the tip of his tongue graze against the same spot where he had bitten, 'They were right about you.’ You said, making him pull away with a doubtful look.

'You are amazing in bed.’ You kissed him, his hands wrapping tighter around your waist as he mumbled an 'I know’.

'Although,’ He cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing against your skin while he stared at you, 'You still are a pretty butterfly to me.’


Requests are still open :)

Originally posted by mvssmedia


hell of a life

Title: Hell of a Life
Pairing: Tyler Joseph/Reader
Rating: Very Mature
Warnings: Daddy kink, slight bondage, choking, spanking, over-stimulation, dirty talk, name calling, punishments, toys, public shenanigans…I think that’s it?? 
A/N: Holy shit, alright. I have no idea how you guys are gonna like this one, but my hope is that you’ll love it. I’m working on a Josh story next, and then probably another Tyler one. Let me know what you guys think.

Originally posted by mtv

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Watch your thoughts for they become words. Watch your words for they become actions. Watch your actions for they become habits. Watch your habits for they become your character. And watch your character for it becomes your destiny. What we think, we become. My father always said that…
—  Margaret Thatcher  (1925-2013) British prime minister

Request: I would love if you could write something sibling related! I’m a twin (I have a brother) and I think Negan would be a fun but way Overprotective Big brother. Maybe a day at The Sanctuary with Negan and his twin sister who likes Dwight. - @cherieann-2001

Pairings: Negan x Reader, Negan x Twin Sister!Reader, Dwight x Reader

Warnings: language.

Waltzing outside the doors of the Sanctuary, you were greeted by the brisk, warm air. Smiling to yourself, you hummed a quiet tune as you walked around, admiring your home. Sure it wasn’t the most beautiful place, but it was home to you, your brother, and a numerous handful of others. While entranced with your walk, you slammed into something and huffed a breath.

Your brother stood in front of you, with his usual shit-eating grin. Lucille was slung loosely over his shoulder as he whistled quietly. He slung his free arm over your shoulder and started to walk with you on your original path. You rolled your eyes as he walked with you.

“How is my favorite twin sister today?” Negan asked you, grinning at the Saviors that kneeled as the two of you walked by them. You shoved his arm off of your shoulder and punched him in the upper arm.

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“glenn’s death is canon in the comics sweetie. there’s nothing the writers could’ve done to change that” “it’s negan’s fault glenn died not daryl’s. the writers made daryl punch negan” "protect daryl uwu”

The ladies love a man who’s good with kids

Request: #10, please, if it’s not a bother?

Are you still doing the drabbles? If so, can you do 10? With peter (obviously I guess) Thanks!!!! -I LOVE your writing btw-

Summary: Peter and Aunt May have been babysitting their neighbors daughter. Aunt May leaves Peter to babysit her while she goes to work.

Originally posted by stallingdemons

“Y/n! Y/n I need your help, like right now!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sound of your frantic boyfriend panting through the phone line, “Peter what is it?” you asked,

“I’m all alone with a little 2 year old girl, and she’s speaking, but I don’t understand her, and she’s on my bed, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Peter what are you doing with a 2 year old?”

“Can you just get here? Quickly would be the most preferable way!”

“Alright, relax Peter I’ll be there soon,” You hung up and started making your way to Peters apartment.

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Late Nights

~ A request from anon. Sorry it took so long. I’m always here for you if you need anything Xxoo <3~</p>


He woke up at the sound of something falling. He hurriedly sat up and jumped out of the bed. He could see a light shining in the kitchen and followed it. Since you weren’t in the bed he was almost certain the nose was from you. So he walked carefully into the kitchen and saw that you were sitting by the opened fridge. Tears were streaming down your face and your shoulders were shaking. There were a bunch of sweets and the leftovers from what Jin had made that day sitting around you. He felt horrible. He sat down next to her and grabbed the food. He stuffed his face and smiled at her. “You shouldn’t be sad about your weight jagi. It doesn’t make me love you any less. So it shouldn’t make you love you any less.”

Yoongi - He woke up to go to the bathroom, but as he heard soft sobs coming from the kitchen and the sound of the sink running he turned to follow the sound. He watched silently as you cleaned dishes that he didn’t remember were dirty. He then realized you must have been hungry. He frowned and walked over to you. He took the clean dishes from your hands and dried them in silence. When you were done he took your hand and kissed it. “If you’re that hungry and sad, then this diet you’re doing isn’t good for you jagi.” You frowned and nodded. “Please do something healthier okay. I worry so much.” 

Hoseok - “Jagi?” Hoseok called as he sat up in the bed. You not being there alerted him, so he stood and walked out of the bedroom. He walked into the kitchen but paused as he saw the table filled with foods. He sat down across from you and watched as the saddened look on your face turned into tears. He frowned and wondered why you were crying. “Is it because of your diet?” Hoseok asked. You nod and he just frowns. “You know. I don’t think you should be worrying about your weight so much. It doesn’t seem to do you good. Plus I think it’s adorable when you smile while eating your favorite food. Not everything in life is about how much you weigh Jagi. What’s more important is your happiness.”  

 Namjoon - He was up reading when he heard a loud whine. He didn’t pay much attention until he heard a loud sob. That was his cue to get up and find out where you were. When he found you sitting in the living room with your head in your hands, he was instantly worried. So he kneeled before you and pulled your hands away from your face to look at you. He wasn’t going to push you to speak but he had a small inkling of what it could be. So he remained silent and waited for you to talk. But you didn’t. “I know that things are hard and you want to do what you think is best, but pressuring yourself like this isn’t healthy jagi. Please take care of yourself.”

Jimin - Jimin was familiar with the struggle of trying to be perfect. So he knew you were struggling when he saw you forcing yourself to eat healthy food while everyone around you was eating what they wanted. He remembered feeling that way and hated that you felt that way. So he knew when he heard you muffling around in the kitchen that night that he needed to say something. He walked into the kitchen and watched as you pushed the empty food containers away. “Jagiya… You need to make yourself happy. And if this isn’t making you happy, then you should stop. Be happy first, everything else comes second. Life is too short to worry about small things like that.” 

Taehyung - Taehyung watched your actions. Saw how unhappy you looked and how frustrated you had become with the struggles to lose the weight. He hated that you were putting yourself through that. He hated watching you suffer. He knew he needed to do something but he was unsure of what. Until he found you alone, crying to yourself as you looked at everything you had just eaten. He took your hand into his and wiped the tears away from your face. “Please, stop forcing yourself this way. It breaks my heart. Take better care of yourself. Or let me take care of you. This can’t keep happening. I love you too much for this. 

Jungkook - He was worried about you. More worried than he had been before. Especially when it came to him seeing you go hungry because you were cutting back on your food. Being healthy was one thing, but now it was just you hurting yourself. He walked over to you, after you had finished crying and pulled you close to him. “I know I’m not that old, or experienced. But I know that you should be better to yourself. So please, just go back to being you and stop doing things that you know won’t make you happy.” 

A/N: I love all of you guys, so please be good to yourself. I hope you liked it anon. Xxoo <3<3<3<3 


Submitted By: @td122609

Sam slowly pushed two fingers in and out of your mouth.
“Suck them (Y/N). Just like that baby girl” he groans softly in a commanding tone that made you wetter than you already were.
You watched him as you sucked his fingers, watching how your simple actions were going straight to his cock. It was already standing proud between his legs and it was enough to make your mouth water, but you were his good girl and wouldn’t touch until told. Slowly you swirled your tongue around his fingers and gave a particularly hard suck making Sam moan loudly. In response he pulls his fingers out of your mouth now covered in your saliva.
“Suck me off” he commands and you were more than happy to oblige.

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Bad Ideas | Yuta

Genre: bartender!au | comedy

Main star: Yuta / Reader

Word count: 2 760

Warnings: Language

Originally posted by softseo

“Bad ideas make the best memories.” The bartender in front of you shrugged while he filled your glass with another shot of saqué.  You were drinking that specific type of alcohol because he suggested and, well, why not? The week has been bad enough and you just needed to forget it as a whole. Also, the guy serving you was pretty much handsome and his face made you ignore the fact that you ex-boyfriend was in the same club as you.

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