what kink should that be called

But honestly don’t fucking call yourself a feminist if you’re a god damn pedophile apologist.

You know what often comes with misogyny? That’s right! The oversexualization of young girls! There are porn categories called “teen” and “barely legal”. DDLG is the most popular kink as of now. Things associated with young girls like pigtails and school uniforms are sexualized to disturbing levels.

Our misogynistic ass society is also an incredibly pedophiliac one. If you’re a feminist and you support pedophiles, then you DON’T care about young girls being overly sexualized and being in dangerous situations. And you should feel fucking ashamed of yourself.

(NO TERFS PLEASE)

The tragic story of too much info about the sexual relationship of your best friends or why Alya will forever regret trying to kill Adrien

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lunian !!!!!!! Remember when we talked about this? Well, I couldn’t resist writing it. I hope you’ll like it. Crack ahead. And if the title wasn’t a dead giveaway, this has some sexual references in it. Nothing happens, but many are said.


“ADRIEN FUCKING DEAD AGRESTE!”

All the people who were still in the courtyard of the Collège Françoise Dupont run for the hills (or in this case, the school building) as Alya Césaire appeared and walked towards her best friend’s boyfriend with all the might of a storm.

“Dude, I think she means you.” Nino stage-whispered to his best friend as his girlfriend made a beeline towards them.

“But my middle name is Bartholomé.” Adrien argued.

Nino rolled his eyes. His best friend really needed to set his priorities straight. “That’s what worries you?”

Adrien gulped. “Burry me in a polka dotted coffin, please.”

Nino was under the impression he wasn’t kidding in the slightest. “Sure, if there is anything left to bury.”

“There won’t be!” Alya snarled as she lifted Adrien by the neck.

Well, this morning is certainly bound to be interesting, Nino thought.


One day, Marinette will be on time to school. One day. Today wasn’t that day. As Marinette speed walked through the school yard she couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful day it was. The sun was shining, birds were singing, Adrien was being strangled by Alya… wait a second.

“Alya!” Marinette shouted, rushing towards them. “Put him down.”

Her best friend was obviously not happy to have to delay her murder. Meanwhile, Nino considered if he should stop filming the whole thing. If Marinette was here, then maybe there won’t be need of proof for the police for a murder. Though, let’s be real, he would never turn his girlfriend in. He would have just posted the video on YouTube in his collection of An Infinity of Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Piss Alya Off. If he was recalling correctly, this video would be number 2749.

“Alya, what is going on? Why are you strangling my boyfriend.” Marinette questioned crossing her arms, while Adrien was gasping for air on the ground.

“Marinette,“ Alya’s tone was regretful and the sad look in her eyes indicated something bad was coming. “I’m sorry to say this honey, but he is cheating on you.”

And in that moment, Marinette felt her whole world crashing down. “What?! With whom?”

Marinette was dying to hear that answer. Who? Did Adrien really cheat on her? Was it some rabid fangirl who jumped at his bones and Alya just got the wrong impression?

Alya sighed. “With Ladybug.”

Marinette blinked. “Damn.” both her and Adrien whispered maybe a little too loudly. Thus Adrien choked, cause he still didn’t regain his proper breathing.

“That’s… unexpected.” Marinette managed to say, trying to think of something plausible to get them out of this situation. She knew it was a bad idea to make out when only one of them was transformed. Damn Adrien and his filthy thirst for her spots. “It isn’t a problem, though, cause… um… this is… an… open… relationship.”

Oh well, not the worst excuse she could have had come with. Alya crossed her arms obviously expecting an explanation while Nino muttered a ‘dude’ under his breath. That’s when Adrien decided to be a supportive boyfriend.

“Yeah. Marinette has her fun times with Ladybug too,” he said, raising his index finger as if that would help him make a point while he was still laying on the ground.

Why is he like this? Marinette sighed internally.

Alya turned to Marinette with an expression that was a mix of shock and anger. “You are hooking up with Ladybug and you didn’t tell me?!”

Marinette glared down at Adrien, who looked sheepish. “Yeah. And don’t forget about Chat Noir.”

“Chat Noir?” both Alya and Nino screamed simultaneously.

“Yeah,” Marinette stated, looking at Adrien, who finally picked himself off the ground, with a mischievous look. “Why don’t you tell us about your escapades with Chat Noir, Adrien?”

Her boyfriend laughed nervously. “What escapade do you mean?”

Marinette smirked. “Well, you did tell me that Chat Noir found you wearing cute yet sexy Ladybug lingerie.”

At this point, Nino had to turn off his camera, unable to hold his phone anymore. “Dudeeeee.”

Alya, to everybody’s surprise, was silent until now. But there was as much as the shock could keep her from asking. "But what about Ladybug?”

“Oh, she thinks the same” Marinette replied calmly while analyzing her nails.

“No, no, I mean, I thought Chat only loves her.”

“Oh that… well, who can resist this model ass?” she asked rhetorically while slapping Adrien’s ass for emphasis. Nino nodded vigorously as well. Honestly, wasn’t it universal knowledge everybody loved Adrien’s ass?

Adrien glared at Marinette. Not for smacking his ass, mind you. He loved getting his ass smacked by her. But for making fun of his taste in lingerie. Well, if this is how she wanted to play, so be it then. “Of course. So if we are discussing this topic, why don’t you mention that time when Chat caught you wearing lingerie inspired by his outfit?”

’Well, don’t try hiding the fact that once you begged Ladybug to tie you with her yoyo.“ Marinette scoffed, trying to hide her blush. That had been an interesting night.

"I need a bucket,” Alya muttered, not sure what to think of her friends and her idol anymore.

“YOU CALLED CHAT NOIR’S DICK AS A BATON!” Adrien shouted louder than necessary, while blushing.

“I guess, I need one too” Nino said, wishing he will just forget everything that had been said so far. And from now on, because apparently Marinette and Adrien weren’t done.

“Remember when you told Chat Noir that you want a collar with a bell too?”

“Oh, really Marinette, should I remind you that one time when I walked on you and Ladybug and you were blindfolded?”

Nino glanced at Alya. “Are we kink shaming them now or later?”

“Then you asked us if you can be blindfolded instead and, I quote ‘used as your little sex toy’.” that had been a strange day. She had an urge to blindfold herself, Adrien came over unannounced and things escalated quickly and she discovered some new kinks of her boyfriend.

“I guess, if we die right here, right this second, they wouldn’t notice it.” Nino states, but Alya was unable to reply anymore, not sure what to make out of this whole conversation.

“You begged Chat Noir to slap you with his tail belt.” Adrien argued back, while his face was putting any ripe tomato to shame.

Marinette screeched. “YOU WERE WEARING MY FAVORITE PINK STOCKINGS.”

“THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT.”

"I’m sure it totally does.”

Adrien scoffed, crossing his arms. “But you can deny they suit me.” he knew she liked them. She even said so that night. They had been a little tight, but she had made him a matching pair better fit for his height.

"Jesus, how many moments like this do they have?” Nino questioned, clearly shocked by how kinky his bro was. And he was sort of afraid fo the answer, if he had to be honest.

“What’s more important, why are we still listening to this mess?” it was Alya’s turn to ask questions that will never get answers. “I’m not even sure if I want to use this thing as blackmail or just erase it from my brain forever.”

“To be honest, it would be much better if Adrien really just cheated on Mari with Ladybug,” Nino said hesitantly, obviously scared of Alya’s reaction. “I mean, I wouldn’t have forgiven him if he ever did that, but at least, in that case, us, innocent bystanders wouldn’t have to be traumatized for life.”

Alya could only nod. Honestly, the mental picture fo Adrien in Ladybug themed lingerie left her with brain damage.

After what seemed like an eternity Adrien and Marinette finished their not so little argument, both huffing and as red in the face as the surface of Mars. Not that anybody would say that out loud, given how much of a nerd Adrien is, he would come with some science facts about the color of the surface of Mars.
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“So yeah, we have an open relationship.” Marinette concluded, the two of them finally turning to their best friends.

“We got it after the reminder about Chat Noir, thank you.” Nino said, sarcastically.

“Now get outta of my sight, my poor brain had dealt enough with your kinks for now and forever.” Alya ordered waving her hand desperately while rubbing her temple with her free hand.

“Well, if you didn’t want to kill me, none of this would have happened.” Adrien said with a smug smirk.

Alya snarled. "Next time neither Marinette or even fucking Ladybug won’t stop me, Agreste.”

Adrien gulped. Marinette slapped him compassionately on the ass.

Suga Daddy: Part 6

Suga Daddy: Part Six

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: smut, angst


I was going to post this later but what the hellThis is in Yoongi’s pov, there will be more in his pov but I figured this needed to be done since I had some people freaking out over the last chapter. Thank you to anyone who has supported this story, it means the world to me. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (Also if you messaged me about how to make a masterlist, I forgot your username, i’m sorry! Message me again for the link it you still want it.)

Parts: one | two | three | four | five


Yoongi got to work and walked through the double glass front doors. The secretary, Gina, spoke to him. “Oh, Mr. Min, your friend Mr. Park is in your office to see you.”

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What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.

Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.

Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.

“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.

“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.

“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”

“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.

“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.

There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”

You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.

“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.

Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.

Why should you care? You decided you would do it.

“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.

“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision

“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”

“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.

None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.

Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.

“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”

“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.

“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.

“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”

“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.

Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.

When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.

“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.

The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
From Y/N

You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.

You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.

“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.

“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.

“You saw?” His jaw clenched.

“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.

Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.

“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.

“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.

The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.

The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.

“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.

“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.

He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.

You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.

He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.

He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.

He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.

“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down.  You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.

One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.

“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.

He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.

“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.

His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.

“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.

“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.

“Do you like that doll?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.

“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”

“I love it Daddy, please, harder."  He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Traitor

Request: “can i request a draco fic where you move to hogwarts from another wizarding school in like year 10 (10th grade idk how you might say it) and you come from a really well known Gryffindoor family, you know the Weasleys, but get sorted into Slytherin and everyones really shocked and you become friends with Harry and Hermione (you already knew Ron) but you have a secret fling with Draco and it somehow gets revealed and backlash from Pansy and Harry, Ron and Hermione of course. Thanks so much xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2216

Warnings: implied SMUT boiiiiiiiiiii also i feel like this fic is v incoherent and messy but i hope u guys enjoy it anyway hehe

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


You were green in a sea of red. Since your first day at Hogwarts, you had felt misplaced. There had been many hushed meetings with the sorting hat, with Dumbledore too. You asked and asked until you had more questions than you had started off with. Your Father’s side of the family, all Gryffindors, and your Mother’s side all American Thunderbirds. Neither pointed towards the outcome that occurred the day you arrived at Hogwarts, the same week you had returned to the UK to live with your father.

Slytherin.

And yet, you felt shunned by them. Your last name carried deep significance to all Gryffindors, the name engraved in many trophies and plaques. The day you joined the cunning house of Slytherin was the only time you sat at your table, for even though you now wore the green robes, the only people who you felt at home with were the brave ones; the lions. You were a snake amongst strong beasts, and it really showed. That was, until you met a young blonde boy who helped you understand where you belonged.

You had met him on your first day, his eyes quick and calculating as you walked down the hallway, surrounded by your new supportive Gryffindor friends.

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Professor Turned Call Boy | Taeyong Smut

Can I have a call boy smut with Taeyong? He’s your professor in Uni and you’re stressed so you want someone to help with that 😏 You call and ask for the one under the name “Taeyong” not thinking it would be him despite the same name? You’re both surprised, but he found you a sexy student so he does so anyways (really rough, and daddy kink?) Please and thank you 😊😊


Character: Taeyong (NCT) / gender neutral reader (*ignore the fem in the gif, I swear this is gn*)
Word Count: 2989

Warning: well, smut of course. bad language, slight name calling, no condom, creampie, rough daddy kink, teacher/student kink, call boy?? can’t think of anything else :) enjoy!

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the signs as dragon age II quotes

aries: “and here we are in the brothel! my day is complete”

taurus: “these rare enchanted items are the prizes of my collection…ALSO SOCKS! you can never have enough…socks…”

gemini: “i suppose we could always bring him back as the undead and then kill him again”

cancer: “isabela lent me a book. it’s called ‘A Hundred and One Uses for A Phallic Tuber’. that’s a hundred too many.”

leo: “if they’re not dead, we should watch out for a bunch of boneless women flopping through the streets”

virgo: “you’ll have to be more specific. lots of things are my fault”

libra: “well, i haven’t worked out all the kinks yet. step 1: we go to velasco, step 2: something exciting happens, step 3: profit”

scorpio: “helping people and killing people are what i’m best at”

sagittarius: “i’m the captain of the guard. i’m strong, loyal, and don’t look half-bad naked”

capricorn: “ANDRASTE’S SWEET DIMPLED BUTT CHEEK”

aquarius:  “this freedom tastes like ashes” “really? i always thought it tasted like chicken”

pisces:  “i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. and great hair.”

Daddy. (Joshua Smut)

Hey everybody  i am so so sorry that i’m so late, we moved houses and there is nO FUCKING INTERNET  so i had to live on shitty data, it’s been hell for me but i know it’s even more hellish for everyone considering you’re all so thirsty.  but yeah, so i hope you enjoy this i’m so sowwy it took so long but it’s here, i had a great time writing this daddy one, AND I WILL BE HONEST I SCREAMED RANDOMLY WHILE WRITING THIS JUST SAYING. I’ve been working on many stories at once, so that i’ll be able to finish them at the same time so i’m working really hard, PRAISE ME PLS.  also, thank you all for being so patient, i know it’s hard, also fucking whAT. there are so many of everyone now.  we can’t help but feel overwhelmed and happy by how many you guys are, what should we call you ugh. I love you all so much, and honestly in my opinion this 2017 will be a good year for this blog we will improve ourselves in order to make everyone reading happy/horny, maybe this year juuust maybe, you’ll be able to get to know us better.  well only if you all want to.

ALSO IF ITS NOT THAT GOOD IM SORRY BUT I DID MY BEST SO, IM SORRY AHSHUSDBIDBD

also credits to shwua for the gif
-admin kate x

warning: contains daddy kink, rough sex, spanking and SIN. if this ain’t your thing then we have a lot of other stuff to choose from.

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Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two


“What’re you wearing?” Klaus snapped as he walked past your room, no doubt on his way to teach Hope a new hybrid lesson.

 

“Clothing, it’s been around since before you were born so you know…” You sighed back and turned to face him.

 

“You cannot go outside like that (Y/N).” Klaus snapped and you just rolled your eyes, flicking through your phone while he seemed to boil with irritation that you’d ignored him.

 

“Whatever you say Niklaus.” You sighed which only made things worse.

 

“What have I told you about called me Niklaus?” Klaus sighed out although it was through gritted teeth.

 

“That only your friends and loved ones can call you Niklaus, clearly were not friends and I’m not loved.” You quirked an eyebrow and became engrossed in your phone again and flopped down onto your bed.

 

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The issue with DDLG/CGL and the often misinformed anti’s.

So many people are all over tumblr, saying that the CGL community is absolute kink or nsfw. They also say it is sexualizing children. I just hope you people are aware that a person can identify as a little without actually partaking in a DDLG relationship. This individual can like things many littles enjoy, such as: kids shows, acting small and young, colouring, playing with stuffed animals, eating “childish” snacks, using a pacifier, etc. This is what age regression is, and even though so many antis are constantly whining that age regression is always kink and nsfw, I don’t see any nsfw going on in a little participating in innocent age regression that is non-sexual? I do also understand that age regression CAN be nsfw, especially if this little is with a dom and their relationship revolves around nsfw matter… but what you aren’t understanding, is that it is not always like this. I definitely do agree that pornographic matter should be nsfw, as well as any ddlg matter that involves a ddlg relationship that is about anything such as sex, punishments, degradation or praise etc. Remember though, AGE REGRESSION IS ALMOST ALWAYS NON SEXUAL!!!  And if you have an issue with it, why are you wasting your time yelling at SFW (my key word is sfw) DDLG/CGL blogs when you can instead be cracking down on actual pedophiles and sexual predators? You know, the creepy old men or women who try to prey on minors, whether they are a little or not. Make yourself useful, because SFW blogs that simply answer questions and post art or cute little space matter are not harming anybody. And the best you can really do is educate these people, regardless their age (I personally hope they are at least 16, preferably 18 if you’re in a relationship), on how to stay safe and avoid the sexual predators who take an innocent SFW little who merely enjoys innocent age regression, and preys on him or her because to them, all ddlg is, is sexual. And it is not. Any man who says “I am a daddy” but only cares about legitimately younger girls, sex, nudes and “punishment” is NOT a caregiver WHATSOEVER. Any “daddy” or “mommy” who only cares about those types of things are NOT a part of the DDLG/CGL community. Only caring about sex and being called daddy means you have a daddy kink, but it isn’t ddlg. It’s especially worse if this person only seeks genuinely younger people. The purpose of my blog is to educate and be safe. So instead of complaining and wasting your time on people who are just trying to enjoy themselves safely and peacefully, you should go find the real predators. Why would I make a post about little space and then mark it as NSFW? What, me talking about my favourite stuffie and the apple juice I had after dinner is too sexual for you and it’s NSFW for you, all because it is age regression, which you immediately assume is pure NSFW? I do understand where people are coming from, but anti’s really need to find something better to waste their time on. It’s hilarious when I come across a blog solely dedicated to smacking down ddlg blogs, even if they are as SFW as mine is. Smh. Don’t even come @ me about this post, because if you do, you obviously didn’t get any of this through your head and it further proves that you aren’t intellectual enough to even argue me while also seeing the other side of things, like you always should during a debate. Smh smh smh. 

They're HELPFULS 💖 Not "rules!" 🌼

So, if you haven’t noticed, the word “rules” doesn’t really work for cglre because there’s no power exchange and therefore “rules” are just helpful guidelines and reminders, like brushing teeth and getting to bed at a decent hour. Tying someone’s shoes and holding their hand while they cross the street isn’t a power exchange or kinky, it’s just helpful!

If you’re like me, word choice is important to you! The little that I have been speaking with a lot lately and I have come up with a cute idea!

Instead of calling the guidelines and reminders I have for her rules, we are going to call them “Helpfuls!”

I think it’s just adorable and pure and sweet, like littles and cglre 💛🌼 No icky, scary, dark stuff, just innocence and love!

She may post about her list of Helpfuls! (But probably not because she’s afraid of what would happen to her blog if we broke up. So, we’re on the DL, hah. Things may not even work out. Who knows?) In case she doesn’t though, I thought I’d share our little idea with you guys!

Feel free to use it 💖 Helpfuls should be apart of CGLRE! 🌼

can we stop acting like there aren’t certain kinks that do 100% deserve to be shamed for and are *gasp* harmful? fetishation of minorty groups being a big one, be it based on race, gender or sexuality. or the way certain circles fetishise youth/childlike innocence through age play and using pet names that are very clearly intended for children, even if the other person is of age “my little girl”, having them dress in kid clothes, etc., physically violent, 24/7 BDSM relationships that are practically nothing more than abusive relationships badly disguised as a kink, etc.  

we should not be arguing that people calling out how harmful it is sexualizing abuse, children and people based on their ethnicity or sexual preference is “kinkshamming”. 

Birthday Present

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Podo

ReaderXJhope

Words: 1,686

Notes: mostly sub!Jhope and dom reader, some light bondage, a bit of orgasm denial, a little pet play

You had been dating Jung Hoseok for a while now. You trusted him with just about everything; he was your ray of sunshine after all. But there were a few things that you had not told anyone, well…except maybe your best-friend that you probably told too much.

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The clothes make the man

Birthday gift for the lovely @bxdcubes, who deserves it all. I hope you enjoy this, Mar! Happy birthday!

Also, people, NC-17 this one, although I suppose you can skip the sex scene. Apart from that, dorky Stiles a galore, humour and fluff.

The trick to sneaking into a building where you shouldn’t be is to make it seem to all eyes like you should. Stiles has been doing this since he was a little older than toddler and he wanted to get back his Batman action figure from the evidence room in his dad’s Police Station.

(Of course, he got caught that time. He was a kid, what was to be expected? But to all intents and purposes he’s not talking about the after part, but the before. And he got into that evidence room just fine and got his Batman back, so that’s what counts.)

For starters, one has to look the part. And that means clothing and attitude wise, of course. It doesn’t matter if they don a suit if they don’t own it and make it theirs, because they will look like a kid playing with their dad’s clothes and get caught. Apart from that, one has to be able to lie like a pirate while looking innocent like a choir boy if they do get caught. Once one dominates those two aspects, they’re set for success.

Stiles has a three piece suit on, a strut created by the gods and a general I’m-da-boss disposition with a facial expression to match. He also has a very nifty fake identification that he flashes at the guard along with a vaguely superior squint of the eyes (nothing more than that because some security personnel take that as a challenge) that says I dare you to stop me.

He breezes through security.

(Which is good, because he may not be wearing a coat over just lingerie like some girls in the profession, but he’s not wearing any underwear and with the way these trousers fit, Stiles is more than sure that it’s pretty noticeable… which would be a little hard to explain.)

He gets on the elevator and makes sure to keep a calm and unquestionable countenance as the doors close up. There’s a security camera up in the corner and he wishes he could put a hat on, that fedoras where still a thing nowadays… partly because he would totally rock one, partly because that would cover his face nicely. As it is, he has to content himself with using the “paperwork” to cover his features but if things go south and he has to make a hasty retreat, he can always shave off his beard and he’ll be unrecognizable.

(His partner sure will be happy if that happens, because he prefers it when his face is bare and has just been bearing with the change. Stiles needed the beard for this, though, so it couldn’t be helped.)

(Darrows and braiding jokes aside, Stiles doesn’t like having a beard either, to be honest. It’s way to much work to maintain it looking nice and to not let it go over the fence into scruffy lumberack territory. Which, for the record, looks horrible on him because more than a man with a beard it looks like a beard with a man attached. That’s how much the look owns him rather than the other way around.)

The elevator chimes when it reaches the executive floor and Stiles’ eyes dart around quickly, trying to locate any guards and finding none. Mr. Christopher Argent’s office is at the far end of the hall and there’s at least one office in the middle with its lights on, which worries Stiles but not overly much, because despite appearances he’s a pro at being silent when it counts.

And the reward he will get for his services tonight counts a lot. Stiles got really lucky with this one. He’s more than easy on the eyes (fit and handsome) and despite initial appearances he’s not an asshole whose way of getting off is having a capable and attractive looking young man humiliated and licking at his polished and very expensive shoes. Not that there’s anything wrong with that if both parties enjoy it, mind you, it’s just not Stiles’ thing and he hasn’t been always lucky in that department.

He pushes himself forward and advances through the spacious and airy hallway, trying to look inconspicuous as he passes one of the lighted offices. There are plants tastefully placed on both sides and a very wide window on the left that extends from Stiles’ elevator’s exit to another one at the far end (locked after office hours) and he has to admit it’s an impressive view. The smell of pine permeates the air but it’s soft enough to not be bothersome. Stiles supposes it comes from strategically placed air fresheners rather than from the actual wooden floors. Overall, the general sensation it provokes is tranquillity and calm, which Stiles finds slightly ironic since this is a high-end lawyer firm.

The overall effect is ruined, though, when a voice comes right from behind him taking with it some years of his life.

“What are you doing here?”

Stiles turns around abruptly, hoping that his expression is more a mild oh-my-you-startled-me rather than a full on holy-crap-you-scared-the-bejeezus-out-of-me or a fuck-I-got-caught-what-crap-should-I-spew-right-now when he recognizes the big boss among bosses, Peter Hale.

Peter “The Wolf” Hale they call him and he sounded pretty pissed off too. Stiles may have just popped a fear boner just now even if the man looks more surprised than anything else at the moment.

“Ah, good night, sir,” he answers amicably. “Sorry if I startled you. Mr. Argent said that he concentrates better when the office is empty and asked if I could accommodate him today. Frankly, I work better at night myself, so I didn’t mind working the kinks over at this late hour.” He feigns looking and then frowning at his paperwork. “As it is, it will probably take us quite a few intense sessions to hash out everything,” he sighs as if put upon, “so I should probably get going. Sorry again for bothering you.”

He’s a little shit, he knows. Stiles has always gotten his kicks out of playing with dogs bigger than he is. More specifically, from looking harmless like a toy poodle and then turning into a wolf when they least expect it or not letting them realize what has happened until it’s over. Either of those two options is just fine, the reactions are always priceless. He knows this bad habit of his will come back to bite him in the ass someday, but what can he say? He’s a man of many vices.

But, oh, one Peter Hale is the top dog among top dogs and Stiles can feel himself pumped up for the confrontation, the battle of wits, the clash of wills… Ok, but he’s getting carried away, back on track, Stiles. But, really? Peter “The Wolf” Hale. If this isn’t a call for him to… Back on track, Stiles! These pants are tailored to fit him to the millimetre, he can’t afford to pop a full boner. And sadly, as it is, he’s already half mast so he needs to take a grip of himself.

(Crap.)

(Wrong analogy.)

(Abort, abort, abort.)

(You’re a high class prostitute, Stiles, he reminds himself firmly, be more chill!)

Stiles forces himself to nod casually at the man and to turn around to go towards Argent’s office. There’s a pointed silence at his back that feels like the calm before the storm, but he doesn’t let himself react to it and just continues on.

“And when exactly did he make this appointment?” Peter asks nonchalantly before he can take a single step. Stiles turns back around with wide innocent eyes that would probably work better without the beard but whatever.

“About a week ago?” Stiles hums thoughtfully. “On Tuesday afternoon if I recall well. Why? Is there a problem, sir?”

“Ah, you must be the consultant for the Whittemore case then.” Stiles doesn’t confirm or deny, giddy with the knowledge that this may work out in the end even if it isn’t exactly what he planned in the beginning. “I’m afraid that Mr. Argent has taken some days off due to extenuating circumstances and he failed to inform you. I apologize for that, it was very unprofessional.”

“Oh, no harm done, they were extenuating circumstances, after all.” Stiles waves it off. “We can reschedule for when he comes back then.”

“No need, no need! I’m taking on some of his cases until then, and as it happens, the Whittemore’ is one of them. I can pencil you in right now so I hope this at least makes up for the oversight.”

(Crap, Stiles doesn’t trust that congenial smile one bit.)

Stiles plasters a bland smile on his face as he motions to Peter to lead the way and then, discarding the option of making a hasty retreat and the fun that would entail, he follows behind the man towards the one of the lighted offices. As he enters, he takes stock of the room quickly now that the man’s back is to him.

Peter Hale is clearly a fan of the minimalist trend because it’s a very spacious office with relatively few pieces of furniture and trichromatic (black, white and with silver here and there) in its composition. To the left and over a very tasteful but simple black rug, there’s a sitting area with two black leather couches, a big rectangular glass table in the middle of those and a library with law texts covering the entire wall beside the whole set. To the right, and again over a black but different rug, a slightly classic looking wooden desk (oak maybe?) with one of those ergonomic adjustable leather chairs behind and two other simpler but comfortable seeming chairs at the front. At the moment, there are stacks upon stacks of folders and paper on top of the desk, but seeing that even with that seer number of things on it it’s not in disarray, Stiles can bet that normally the man keeps it scrupulously organized. To finish, there are exactly four plants in the office, one on each corner, and little else in the way of decoration. But then again, the view from the massive window right in front of Stiles is more than enough decoration in and of itself.

“I’ll admit that I’m a little… perplexed by your presence here,” Peter states, voice mild as milk, as he takes a seat behind the desk. He makes an inviting gesture towards the chairs in front of it.

“How so?” he inquires just as silkily as he copies the man and accommodates on his seat. He then plasters a genial smile that is in equal parts amicable and challenging and Peter pauses for a nanosecond before he copies the gesture.

“Don’t take offense but the case is an open-and-shut one.” The man carries on, raising up to the challenge and issuing one of his own, and Stiles has a hard time containing a delighted grin. “Besides trying to get a lighter punishment, there’s not much else we can do when the boy got himself caught on tape doing the deed, so I don’t see what it is that you can… assist us with.”

“Well, and that’s exactly why you need my help,” he points out brightly, taking a pen from a holder on the desk and twirling it between his fingers skillfully. Peter’s smile acquires a dangerous edge and Stiles fights to not squirm on his seat at the wave of heat that it provokes on him. “No disrespect meant, of course, outside perspective and all that, you know.”

Stiles may not know the intricacies of what happened with Jackson Whittemore three weeks ago, but he still does know quite a bit because he buys the newspaper, thank you very much, and the society section is always filled with some incident or another of the upper crust of the city. Whittemore is an insufferable rich kid that is always in an on and off relationship with Lydia Martin because of how much of an asshole he is. However, while Stiles may not be able to stand him because of that shitty attitude, he has to concede that he’s also a generally good best friend to Danny Mahealani, who was frequently targeted because of his sexuality until Jackson started to forcefully shut mouths and not care about if it all ended up plastered on the newspapers or not. All of which leads him to believe that the incident of tree weeks ago outside a gay club (which Stiles has been to before, by the way) is less of a hate crime like the newspapers are selling and more of a Jackson stepping up to defend his friend and having the bad luck of just having had the tail end of it caught by the security cameras. So, all in all, he has enough knowledge of the case and of the inner workings of that club to spend at least a good fifteen minutes talking about it without giving the game away.

“Of course,” Peter answers blandly and Stiles shivers again at the tone before he forces himself to snap out of it. “You’re right. Mr. Argent and I may have missed something these three weeks we’ve been combing through all the evidence. A fresh pair of eyes could be all we need to make a breakthrough.”

Ok, Stiles has the self-preservation instincts of a newborn baby and a self-restraint to match, because he wants to climb Peter Hale like a tree right now. That sarcasm was beautiful.

“Exactly! That’s exactly the spirit,” he replies instead tracing his lips with the cap of the pen. Peter’s eyes follow the movement subconsciously and Stiles fights a smirk.

“And you come highly recommended too, so I’m sure your insight will be… priceless.”

“Well, why lie?” Stiles smiles and bites his lip as if he’s being bashful about how sure he is of himself. “I only leave satisfied customers behind so I’d say I’m well worth my fees.”

“That’s a very bold statement to make,” Peter points out as he leans on his chair with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m sure you understand that there’s a time to be bold and a time to be meek.” Stiles explains as he opens his legs a little further and leans on the armrest slightly. “I can be both, of course, because one has to be versatile in my line of work, but I tend to be more brazen when let to choose.”

“Ah,” Peter smirks and Stiles tenses in anticipation. “I can see that. Being forced to take a meek approach must be difficult for you, then.”

“Well, it’s always hard, of course, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle. I’ve been through harder situations than just having to control my natural urges-” he lifts his hand to tangle with the locks of hair at his nape at the same time that he mouths at the cap, as if in remembrance of something “-for the sake of the completion of a job.”

“That’s very professional, I’ll give you that, but with all due respect I still fail to see how your versatility can be of any use for me.”

“Well, that may be because you also fail to see that I’m not only versatile. I’m flexible, skillful and I have a lot of stamina, so it’s next to impossible to wear me down once I have my sight set on the goal. But then again, I don’t understand why am I here trying to sell my services to you when Mr. Argent already bought them.”

Peter remains silent, his eyes boring into Stiles’ with an intensity that leaves him nearly breathless. Then he rises up from the chair slowly and like a predator stalking his prey, he goes around the desk to stop in front of Stiles, who has to look up to maintain his defiant look.

“So,” he says insolently and nearly grins at the way Peter’s eyes darken dangerously. “How long are we going to draw this out, Mr. Hale? I’ve already told to you that my services are excellent and that you need them, but if you still have doubts I have no problem taking my business elsewhere. I assure you I have people lining up for my services.”

“You have quite the skillful tongue, I’ll give you that,” he replies silkily, as he advances the last couple of steps until Stiles has to lean back to look at his face.

“You have no idea,” Stiles answers cockily as he rises from his seat with as much grace as he can with Peter so close to him. The action leaves their faces at less than an inch from each other. “And that’s something that won’t change since now I’m the one reconsidering this whole agreement.”

And with that, Stiles turns to leave. Before he can take more than two steps, he’s grabbed and turned around. After a few disorienting seconds, he finds himself restrained against the desk with a hand pressing his neck firmly against the wood.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing, Mr. Hale?” he snaps at the man.

“Well, as you said, your services have already been paid for-”

“By Mr. Argent.”

“Ah, but that’s the crux, isn’t it? Because if he bought your services for the company and this company is mine… I’m sure you can do the math, sweetheart.” Stiles glares at him and Peter chuckles, pulling him up and turning him around so he can press himself against Stiles’ front. Stiles who is still hard as a rock, gasps at the sensation and Peter smiles like a shark. “Besides, I never said I refused your services, I just said I failed to see their usefulness. But at this point, if it’s already been paid for, any use is better than none, right? In any case,” he smirks as he reaches to tangle a hand on Stiles’ hair, exactly at the spot where he had just done the same moments before to provoke Peter, “paid for or not, I have standards.”

“Wha-” Stiles splutters as Peter starts pushing him backwards.

“I like my twinks barefaced, sweetheart, so that scruff has to go if we’re going to make this experience at the very least tolerable.”

The next thing Stiles knows is that he’s sitting on the restroom’s countertop without his jacket and vest and that Peter is right between his legs tutting a subtle insult about his incompetence. He also has his face lathered up and a barber’s knife is touching his neck, brandished by said man. Ah, and the fear boner is definitely there in full swing. Peter may be possibly smirking too. Stiles would entertain the thought of an adequate answer if, well, he wasn’t too busy paying attention to the very sharp knife currently making its way tortuously slow towards his jaw.

“Well, so far I don’t see where the benefit is in here for me,” the man says loftily as he cleans the lather off the blade and Stiles closes his long legs to press him in as hard as he can in his position.

“I’d say you’re enjoying yourself so far, Mr. Hale,” he quips as he rolls his hips.

“It’s been more trouble than it’s worth so far, the way I see it,” the man smirks pressing harder, earning a shuddering jerk from Stiles. Then he retreats to turn Stiles’ face the way he wants it to make another pass and finish shaving him. When he has his face clean, Peter’s finger presses inside his mouth as he muses softly, “skillful tongue, hmm,” before grabbing his necktie and pulling him off the counter so he can turn him around and press against his back. “But I’m sure you will change that. Right, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Mr. Hale,” Stiles grunts with thick sarcasm as he grounds his hips back, trying to get the reins back and failing.

Peter retreats suddenly and since he still has a firm grip on Stiles’ necktie, he has to follow him with as much grace as he can. He finds himself in the sitting area near the library and has to bend awkwardly when the man lets himself fall to sit on the couch without having a care about how he pulls Stiles with him when he does so. His intentions are clear though, when he pulls again and Stiles has to fall to his knees to relieve some of the pressure and this time it’s him between the other man’s legs.

“I suggest you’re thorough, sweetheart, because this is all the help you’re going to get,” Peter states cockily, softening his grip on the tie just enough to give him some space to maneuver.

“Ah, Mr. Hale, but we’ve already established that I’m a professional,” he smirks against his bulge, looking upwards to Peter’s eyes the way he knows every man likes, “so of course I came prepared.”

There’s just a couple of seconds in which Peter stills and his eyes seem to burn with intensity before he’s being pulled up and into the man’s lap. Before he knows it his trousers are down, revealing nothing underneath, which prompts a growl out of Peter. Then he’s being maneuvered into straddling him and fighting to not laugh because this tastes like victory already.

Stiles locks his eyes into Peter’s before he smirks and reaches behind himself to grab him, enjoying Peter’s sharp intake of breath at the action. Then he lowers himself tortuously slow, making sure to pause and squeeze every couple of seconds before resuming his way. By the time Peter is fully sheathed he’s clearly fighting for control if the way his fingers are digging into Stiles’ hips is any indication.

Stiles hums with satisfaction and bites his lip before he smiles challengingly. Then he starts grounding his hips in slow circles, wondering when the man’s control will snap. Peter’s eyes promise a gruesome retribution but Stiles just laughs in his face and makes no move to hasten his pace.

Stiles should have known better.

Suddenly, Peter lets go of his hips to grab at Stiles’ hair and pull his head back with one hand and to slip the other between his butt cheeks. Stiles jerks at the sensation and groans when teeth find his nipple through his shirt.

“You dirty cheater,” he groans biting his lip to prevent a louder noise from escaping him.

“All is fair in love and war,” Peter replies a little out of breath but way more in control that he should have any right to. In response, Stiles tries to go the other route to regain the upper hand and quickens his pace. “Ah, ah, ah,” Peter tutts. “And you where doing so well… Slow it down, sweetheart, there’s no rush.”

Stiles arches and whines softly when Peter presses him tighter to himself, adding another friction to his already overloading senses. He tries to go harder again but Peter’s hold doesn’t let him. He glares at the man and he gets a smirk in response. And no, this is not happening. Stiles is not going to suffer through this indignity alone. Either they both win or they both lose.

With that in mind, he twists his hips sharply, making sure to squeeze as hard as he can. Peter curses, tightening his grip, and Stiles laughs breathlessly.

“Peter,” he whines softly in his ear as he squeezes once again.

Peter curses lowly again, becomes taut as a coiled spring, and jabs a vicious finger in revenge that has Stiles shuddering as much as he is. Then they both collapse gasping for breath.

Several minutes later, Peter huffs a laugh and presses a kiss into Stiles’ sweaty shoulder. “Don’t tell me this is why you were growing that beard.”

“It was completely necessary,” Stiles replies into his neck pouting as he swats at his arm weakly.

“Well, I’ll admit that I enjoyed shaving it immensely,” Peter laughs and Stiles waves a there-you-have-it gesture at him, still too spent to move. “But you’re still a dork, sweetheart.”

“Happy birthday, love,” Stiles murmurs turning to look at him with a loving smile. “I’m sure you’ll love my other present.”

“I will, hmm?” Peter hums before kissing his husband softly. “And what could possibly top this?”

“Well, that’s impossible,” Stiles jokes and Peter snorts, “but I’m sure it comes as close as it could possibly be because I know you’ve been really pissed off about that missing recording.”

Peter freezes.

“As in- How in the hell- You can’t mean Jackson’s-”

“Yeah, that recording,” Stiles says smugly before exploding into guffaws right afterwards at the man’s gobsmacked expression.

(Spolier alert: Peter silences his laughter easily enough.)

If you’ve liked this, I invite you to read it once more now that you know that Stiles was role playing to fully appreciate the extent of his dorkiness XD.

Also, kudos to anyone that got that tiny Stiles dressed as a cop to get his batman figure back and that the only reason he got inside was because everyone was too busy laughing/being surprised/trying to find a camera to record it.

What I like about Nobu’s sequel epilogue:

- MC calls Nobu an asshole (in her thought) XD

- MC’s friend calls him a hot piece of ass I died

- Nobu drinks melon soda in a luxury rooftop bar lol

- He gives MC a piggyback ride *__* my kink

- Nobu looks good in modern clothes :3

- … and something else, I edit this post later.

Now I don’t know which route to play next. Should I replay the sequel for the hair, but..I have enough angst already. Maybe Nobu’s ms noble end? But I’m not really fond of the hair reward Orz, b-but his point of view… Maybe Mitsuhide for the kimono and hair? So I can be ready when his sequel comes out… Or Kojuro? Because everyone said his MC is the best..

Decision decision..Orz.

Dear kiddos, what to say to you? Hmm… how about since yesterday’s lil fic was SO ANGSTY this one is much more comedic? Honestly, I had so much fun writing this, like, illegal amounts of fun. A huge thank you to Binna @ciceroniantrash for laughing with me as I wrote it and for giving me that stellar line. Enjoy this one, bbys! ;D <333

Hi I was wondering if you could maybe write a small jamilton fic where Hamilton gets hurt and needs surgery but cant pay for it and Thomas finds out so he pays for it? Wasn’t sure if request were open sry if they aren’t. P.s I love your storys :D

“Ouch, ouch, FU––” Alexander was seated in one of the library carrels that lined the windows overlooking the quad, hunched over his laptop,.

“Uh, Hamilton? Would you mind shutting the hell up? This is the third floor of the library, ya know, the quiet floor? And if you think I’m past texting the librarians to come up here and shush your ass then you’re––”

“Oh my god, Jefferson, do you ever stop being a complete jerk or is this just a 24/7 kinda deal?”

Thomas stood up and glared down at Hamilton, who was in the carrel in front of him. He was about to go off on him again when he noticed the smaller boy was rubbing at his wrists rather frantically.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he muttered.

Alexander stopped rubbing his wrists and turned to glare back at Thomas. “Creep much, creeper?”

Jefferson rolled his eyes. “Insult much?” He paused for a moment. “Seriously, though, what’s up?”

“Seriously, though, leave me the hell alone,” Alex said, turning back to his work. He’d typed no more than five words when he flinched, muttering under his breath again. “fuck fuck fuck”

“Seriously, did you like break your wrists?” Jefferson cocked a brow at Hamilton even though the smaller boy wasn’t looking his way.

“It’s called carpal tunnel if you absolutely must know, Jefferson. It happens when you actually do your work.”

“Fine, whatever,” Thomas mumbled, sinking back onto his seat. Instead of returning to his work, he pulled up a new tab and googled carpal tunnel cures.

The first result that came up was a list of home remedies. He scanned them, knowing certain ones, like take a break, would never happen. He pulled out his phone and opened up a new message with Alexander.

T-Jeffs: Have u tried brace thingys?

Alabama Hammerman: wtf r u talking about

T-Jeffs: For your carpal tunnel, idiot

Alabama Hammerman: stop mothering me, creep

T-Jeffs: when you’re in pain I can’t focus
T-Jeffs: bc you’re so fucking noisy about it

Alabama Hammerman: for ur information I have tried braces, ice, elevating them, blah blah blah
Alabama Hammerman: nada
Alabama Hammerman: that means “no” in spanish, since I know u only bother with french

T-Jeffs: I know what “nada” means you asshole
T-Jeffs: so what, you gonna try steroids, then? surgery?

Alabama Hammerman: HA
Alabama Hammerman: as if I could afford that lmao

T-Jeffs: I’m a trustfund baby u can trust me

Alabama Hammerman: I know you’re rich no need to rub it in my poor face

T-Jeffs: how stupid are you?

Alabama Hammerman: smarter than u seeing as I actually do my work. are we done here? these papers don’t write themselves

T-Jeffs: and u ain’t gonna be writing either if u don’t get this fixed
T-Jeffs: now what I was TRYING to tell you is that I’ll hook u up with that surgery

Alabama Hammerman: stop. this isn’t funny, Jefferson

T-Jeffs: who said I was being funny?
T-Jeffs: I’m serious

Alabama Hammerman: you’re gonna give the person you hate most in the world enough money for surgery? wow, i must really be annoying u with my pain or something

T-Jeffs: I can’t believe I have a crush on someone who is so stupid smfh

There was the sound of a phone dropping from Alex’s carrel. Then there was a muttered what the ever living fuck?

Thomas got up and waltzed over to Alexander. “You done being dense?”

“You done shitting me?”

“I’M NOT KIDDING!” Thomas yelled. Everyone on the third floor loudly shushed him. “I’m confessing my love here, people!” he said, swiveling his head around, trying to glare at everyone he could.

“LOVE?” Alexander choked.

“Well… shit…” Thomas muttered, running a hand through his hair. For the first time in maybe his entire life, Thomas Jefferson was legitimately anxious.

“Love?” Alexander whispered, his eyes so wide it looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

“I mean, you weren’t supposed to know that yet, but yes, Hamilton. Love.”

“You love me and you’re still calling me ‘Hamilton?’” He glared up at Thomas, who simply rolled his eyes in response.

“You want a free surgery or not?”

“Do you want a boyfriend or not?”

“Whaaaaa––”

Alexander stood up and kissed Thomas, cutting him off. When he pulled away, he was grinning. “Talk about boyfriends with benefits. Like, literally, health benefits.”

“I like you better when we’re kissing,” Jefferson said before pulling Alexander back toward him.

The third floor of the library broke out in a mix of claps, hoots, and groans.

“Get a fucking room!” Someone, probably Charles Lee, shouted.

“Excellent idea,” Thomas said. “I’ll go get us a study room,” he said with a wink. He made to grab Alex’s hand, but grabbed his wrist instead.

OUCH FUCK FUUUU––”

“Sorry! Goddamnit,” Thomas said. “On second thought, let’s make some calls, get you a consultation, then go make out.”

“This is not how I pictured becoming your boyfriend, but I’m totally cool with it,” Alex said.

“You mean you were imagining this?” Thomas smirked at Alex.

Alexander’s face slowly turned red. “N-n–– YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SAID LOVE!”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Come on, idiot. Let’s go make some calls.”

“Give the library some peace!” Lee yelled again.

“Shut the fuck up, Lee!” Thomas and Alexander yelled in unison.

They turned to each other and grinned, and before they knew it, they were kissing again.

“Kiss less, study more,” Burr muttered as he passed by them.

Alexander didn’t pull away, he instead flipped Burr off behind Thomas’ back, garnering one of Burr’s signature I’m-so-done-with-everything groans as he stalked away.

“You’re so hot when you’re upset,” Thomas murmured into Alex’s lips.

“Mmm, talk less, kiss more,” Alex said, biting down on Thomas’ lower lip, causing the other boy to yelp.

“Oh my god,” a female voice said from behind them.

Both boys sprung away from each other and turned to see Angelica staring at them, her mouth wide open, eyebrows high. It was too late when they realized she’d snapped a picture of them.

“This is so going in the group chat,” she cackled.

“ANGELICA,” they both shouted.

“SHUT UP!” Lee shouted.

“Oh my god,” Burr mumbled from some dusty corner.

“You guys think you should take your love fest somewhere that’s not so… academic?” Angelica said with a smirk.

“Shut up,” Alex whined.

“Good luck with that one,” Angelica said to Thomas.

Thomas laughed. “I’m sure as hell gonna need it.”

“Shut up,” Alex whined again.

“Let’s go make some phone calls,” Thomas said, making to gather up his stuff.

“Fine,” Alex sighed.

“Woah, phone calls? What a hot first date,” Angelica said.

“For your information Thomas is my boyfriend with benefits,” Alex said with the pride of a five-year-old child.

“I… I don’t even know what to say to that,” Angelica said, putting her hands up. “I think you need to learn what friends with benefits means.”

“With health benefits, Angie, where is your mind?” Thomas said with a wink.

“I could say something about kink shaming, but I’m just gonna go,” Angelica said.

“HE’S JUST GETTING ME SURGERY!” Alex said as Angelica walked away laughing.

“Maybe you should stop saying boyfriend with benefits, babe,” Thomas said with a chuckle.

Babe,” Alex whispered.

“Babe,” Thomas said again, waggling his eyebrows.

“The library is not your personal hook-up area,” Peggy said as she passed by the boys, sticking her tongue out at them. “And great pic! Saving that one for sure,” she said, holding up her phone.

It was a picture of Thomas and Alexander kissing, right before Angelica made her presence known.

“Let’s get out of here before we––”

“You! And you!” The librarian, Mr. King, stomped toward the two boys. “I’ve gotten multiple texts from students about some obscene hook-up happening here and this library is not the place for your romantic foray!”

“Lee,” both boys muttered at the same time.

“You are officially banned from the library for the remainder of the day,” he said in an incredibly snotty tone.

“We were just leaving,” Thomas said, making sure to take Alex’s hand this time.

The boys practically ran down the stairs and burst out into the cool November air. As soon as they were outside, they were doubled over in laughter.

They both looked into each other’s eyes at the same moment as they said “We are forcibly removed from the library.”

“We’re outside the library,” Alexander said.

“Indeed we are,” Thomas said.

Thomas leaned down, Alexander stood on his tiptoes, and they kissed.


(A/N: There will be a part two to this one sometime soon ;)))

Bad Girl Ch 5: Call

Xiumin’s POV

“Hyung you can’t be serious,” Baekhyun snaps at me. He throws his glass of whisky on the floor before running his hands through his hair in frustration. “I told you guys that we were going to torment her, not to fucking kiss her!”

“Stop your yelling,” Chanyeol snarls back. “We were all a bit dumbstruck that is all.”

“She looked exactly like her,” Sehun basically whimpers.

Kai is next to him, his leg tapping mindless, hands shaking, “I honestly thought it was her for a minute, I almost ran to her.”

“Hyung beat you to it and look at him,” Baek scoffs. They all turn to me, judgment and pity in their eyes. The whisky bottle is in my hand, my eyes are blood shot and still pouring tears but I can’t help it. She looks exactly like her, sounds exactly like her, I’m half ready to swear on my life that that little girl is my baby but I can’t get myself to voice it.

“I’m still going to see her,” Sehun deadpans as he stands up.

“No you are not,” Suho joins us in the living room, rage obvious in his voice. He scans the room until he finds me and quickly storms over. He lifts me up by my collar, allowing the bottle in my hand to fall and spill on to the carpet. “What the hell Hyung? You kissed her? Are you fucking nuts?” He yells in my face.

“Yes I am,” I admit with a dry chuckle. “I had to see her Suho, you don’t understand. I had to look that girl in the eye and see how Jiyong could just replace her with a copy but now I understand.”

“I don’t understand? You can’t just pretend that you were the only one close to her. We loved her too, I loved her so much. I know how it feels to loose her, the feeling that your whole heart has been ripped out of your chest, I felt that too. What the hell do you mean you understand him? That girl is not Jooyoung, not matter what you do to her face or her body she is just a copy.” He spits in my face, absolutely fuming.

“A perfect copy,” I hum sadly. “She is so beautiful. So perfect, you have to see her to believe it. He did an amazing job, she is truly a master piece.”

That seems to drive Suho off the edge, he surprises me by punching me in the face, knocking me back on to the couch. “That girl is not my baby!” He yells. “My baby is dead. She was beaten into a bloody pulp because we couldn’t save her, because that bastard brought her into the light of our world making her a target. So stop mentioning anything about them. That girl is not to be mentioned in this house ever again, got it?”

None of us respond.

“Good.”

I glare at him before pushing myself up off the couch to stare that bastard in the eye, “You sound so strong and brave but you didn’t see her.”

“He’s right,” Kai blurts.

Sehun nods but isn’t able to look away from the ground, “You didn’t see how much she looked like her. When you see her Hyung,” He has to stop for a moment to regain his voice and an to attempt to keep the tears from falling which he fails. “When you see her, your whole world will stop. Any feelings you thought you were able to put away will be there in your face telling you to run to her, to take her even if she is a copy.”

That only seems to make Suho even more upset, he storms over to the TV and in my drunken state I’m a bit confused but only for a moment. I try to rush over to stop him but I can’t get my feet to move fast enough. The dark screen flashes on and the whole room goes completely quiet except for the small whimpers coming from the speakers.

“Please stop,” Her little voice begs. I drop to my knees in front of the screen and rest my hand on the glowing picture of her broken image. “Daddy please save me.” We could never watch the rest of it, the fleeting moment when you can see the life leaving her green orbs but I can’t get myself to look away.

“Do you see this?” Suho is barely able to choke it out.

“Turn it off,” Baekhyun demands.

Suho ignores him, “I’m asking all of you if you see this!”

“My baby,” Tao mumbles as he joins us in the living room, our five other brothers behind him, each show their heartbreak in their eyes at the sight of our baby try to crawl away from the monster holding the camera. His laugh echoes through the room, a haunting melody that I can’t get out of my head goes along with it.

“What is going on Suho?” Kris growls.

“Great everyone is here, now let me ask all of you again, do you see her?” He points to the screen.

Luhan nods, his eyes turning pink from on coming tears, “We see her.”

“This is our baby, my baby, our Jooyoung. Do you see what is happening to her? She is getting beaten to death. Her last words were her begging us to save her. Her last thoughts were most likely that we let her die. She is very right, we let her die. Now I want all of you to remember that when you look at that fucking copy. She is not Jooyoung. Now tell me who is that girl?” He looks at us expectantly.

“She is not Jooyoung,” We repeat back.

“What happened to our Jooyoung?”

“We let her die.”

“Now that we all seem to understand that, leave Jiyong and that thing alone,” He takes a deep breath as he rubs his eyes. “I’m going to bed.” He sighs before pushing past our brothers on the stairs to the hall. We sit in silence for a moment before I can’t stand to be in that room anymore. I stand up and make my way to my room in silence. I can’t stand being in the same room as them anymore, they are all still grieving in their own way. I lay on my bed in the dark, too tired to take off my suit and get under the covers so I just lay there. My bed feels so cold and empty but I can’t get myself to let anyone else lay with me.

I did once, four months after we left I laid with a woman, who I have to admit did resemble my Jooyoung, and for a moment I forgot she was gone. The body in my arms was so warm and small, I was so happy until reality came in and ruined all of it. I cringe at the memory of that morning when that disgusting woman put her hands all over me, I had to killer her. I guess I didn’t have to torture her, but I needed to blow off steam after a panic like that. I tore that woman to shreds.

My phone ringing brings me out of my fog, I almost don’t answer it but something nagging in the back of my mind forces me to grab the phone and answer the unknown caller, “Hello.”

“Daddy?” A little breath cries softly. My heart drops and I throw the phone. The screen lights back up and stares at me, the name unknown caller bright on the screen. “Daddy Xiumin,” That addicting voice calls. With shaking hands I grab the phone and hold it to my ear.

“Baby?” I choke out.

“Hi Daddy,” She cries back.

I can’t hold in my tears, “Is this real?”

“Of course this is real.”

How can this be happening? My baby is dead, I just watched her die, yet I can hear her sweet voice like it is coming from her pretty lips. I’ve lost it, that’s it. I have completely lost my mind. Yet I can’t get myself to shake away how amazing this is, I have my baby, even if it is for a short amount of time, I’ve got her.

“My sweet baby,” I cry into the phone holding it like it’s my lifeline. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

“Daddy please stop crying,” She begs me. “I forgive you, now please stop.”

“How can you really forgive me when I let that happen to you? I left you with those people, I don’t deserve forgiveness.”

“Well you are getting it now please calm down, I need to ask you something.”

I nod eagerly, “Of course my baby anything.”

“Can you move on?”

Her words cut me, even though the words are coming from my mind, it hurts. How am I supposed to move on from someone like her? “How can you ask such a silly question? I can never forget you.”

“I’m not saying you should forget me just move on. You shouldn’t be holding on to me anymore.”

I shake my head, “Please stop saying these thing, just because you are gone doesn’t mean I should just move on, I haven’t had enough time to deal with it.”

“It has been a year. One whole year since I’ve been gone and I’m in a really good place.”

I sniffle, “Are you happy there?”

“I’m very happy. It isn’t hard anymore but with you so focused on my I can’t focus on anything here, I just want to go back to the peace I had before.”

“I’m sorry, my baby, I’ll stop, so you can go back to resting in peace. Please just know that I will always love you and miss you.”

“I loved you too daddy.”

Just like that the line is dead.

“No, no, no, no, come back please come back!” I frantically try to call the number back but seems to have erased itself from my history. “No, I made her up she can come back if I made her up!” I scream at my phone. I can’t take it anymore and chuck my phone at the wall making it shatter into pieces. “I want her back!” I curl up on my bed, I feel like I lost her all over again. I can’t do this, I can’t live without her. That copy, I don’t care that she’s a fucking copy I need her, I need my baby’s face to be there when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I can’t live without her, not like this.


Jooyoung’s POV

The bed dips slightly as someone joins me in the bed, I roll over to find Jiyong sinking under the covers in nothing but boxers. I smile at his appearance and quickly burry myself in his embrace. I feel so much lighter with everything off my chest so I don’t have to worry about them anymore and focus all of my attention back on my amazing fiancé.

“You got home quick,” I muse.

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, “I missed you way too much.”

I scoff, “You were jealous.”

“I was very jealous that Xiumin was able to kiss you tonight but I wasn’t.” He admits with a soft kiss on my lips.

“I called him,” I confess once he breaks the kiss.

He tenses, “You what?”

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry but there were something that I needed to get off my chest. I asked him to move on and he agreed.”

“Why?”

“Because I know they could make your life difficult with work so I wanted to solve this without some big thing. I called him and told him I’m happy now and that he should move on so I can stop worrying about what they might do and go back to focusing on you. Are you mad?”

“How can I be mad when you were doing it for me? I am so thankful to have you. Just please don’t seek them out anymore, just because you got Xiumin to move doesn’t mean he will be able to convince the others. I know they didn’t handle it well either.”

“As you wish,” I smile up at him.

I close my eyes and as happy as I am in that moment with my love’s arms around me I feel guilty. I had fallen asleep after I had gone through all of EXO’s files and called Xiumin, my mind heavy with the realization that all the things Haneul had told me about Tae’s cousins were about them. Sehun, Kai or Jongin, and Tao are the ones that are really bugging me. They tried to kill themselves. Was it because of me? Am I self centered for thinking that? I shake my head, I shouldn’t think about it no matter how heavy that makes my heart feel. I’m done with them, all of them.

My life is here with Jiyong now and I couldn’t be happier. He is so honest with me, so sweet and amazing. I was ungrateful once before when I would go running back to them whenever I could. I’m never making that mistake again and there is nothing that could change my mind.

As You’re Told

Relationships: Castiel x Reader
Rating: Smut
Warnings: Dom/sub, bdsm

~2600 words

Summary: You start dating Castiel, a famous physicist, when you get hired at the same university as him. A few months into the relationship, you explore dom/sub dynamics within your sex lives.

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Chapter ONE

You’ve been reading the same three lines for at least three minutes when your phone chimes. You read the short paragraph one more time, hoping the words will magically hold meaning, then give in and reach for your phone.

Come over

You sigh. If only.

Can’t. Still got a stack of papers to grade.

That’s what tomorrow’s for.

You’re a bad influence

You’re a bad habit

And then, before you get a chance to reply: Come over. I wanna sex you up. Also, I made cannoli.

You sigh again, switching between glaring at the pile of assignments in front of you and looking wistfully at your phone. You keep it up long enough that the screen darkens. When it lights up again it’s to reveal a picture of Castiel and the words Prof. Novak (Black Hole Thermodynamics). You roll your eyes at the ringtone that accompanies it. Don’t Stand So Close To Me by The Police.

Cas thought he was funny when he replaced the default tune on your third date. That was months ago and you still threaten to change it back but never do. You should also probably change his name in your phone to something a little more familiar, too. You aren’t likely to forget which class he teaches anymore anyway.

“Hey,” You say.

“Hey. How long ‘til you get here?” You hear a smacking sound and you know he’s licking his fingers clean, probably of powdered sugar.

You grunt. You want to lick his fingers clean of, possibly, powdered sugar. “You make a compelling pitch. You sure your true calling isn’t sales?”

He laughs at that. He always laughs at your dumb jokes. “It’s just because I know my target clientele.”

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Who is your daddy?

Request: Heyy I really love your one-shots. Soooo could you do a one-shot where Dean discovers that the reader has a daddy kink and she gets a bit to bratty so he teaches her a lesson on how to behave Thanks! by Anonymous

Words: 1206

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warning: smutty smut smut, Daddy Kink, oral sex, rough sex, dirty talking, spanking, idek what I’m doing with my life, this got out of hand, I got out of hand, so NSFW

@crowlorevstiel @castiels-little-grace @angelus320 :)

A/N: spill me with holy water and burn me afterwards

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anonymous asked:

hello!! I hope i'm not bothering you but i'm kind of new to the fandom and to the ship samifer. I was wondering if you could redirect me to a few samifer fanfics you've read that are good, and possibly a few good samifer bloggers?? hope it's not too much to ask, I would hate to bother you!!! x

You aren’t bothering me, no worries. I used to read a lot of fanfic back in the time, but I’ve gotten lazy and only read if my friends tag me into their stuff. But I do know a few people that you could go a-runnin’ to if you’re looking for some amazing stuff to read.

AUTHORS:

@heavnofhell and @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell have been my favorite samifer authors for so long and have written lots of amazing pieces of fic that you should check out, either on their blog or AO3 accounts. [heavnofhell | Mrs_SimonTam_PHD] I’ve only been reading their stuff so far, so I apologize in advance if I’m missing some awesome samifer authors.

[I just remembered, but @anactorya‘s fic called North Star is definitely something I recommend reading! And I Won’t Be the Same by @skatinggays because I cried reading that fic and it’s what got me back into samifer right before Lucifer came back into s11.]

If you’re okay with reading NSFW stuff, Lucibae’s fics have gotten me stuck into a world of fantasies and made me discover kinks that I never thought I’d get into. There’s nothin’ wrong with reading a little naughty stuff, yeah? But when reading something nsfw, I’m mostly always aiming for stories where my two favorite characters correctly pleasure each other physically and she covers everything so beautifully in her writing. [ Read: Ballet in the Streets, Stripper in the Sheets | Gotta Have Faith ]

If you’re more into “safe for work” and very in-character writing, you should head over to Heavnofhell’s stories. They put so much passion into their work and it’s always flawlessly poetic. They’re very accurate when it comes to writing the interaction between certain characters, it’s like you can almost hear the actors speak inside your head when you read their fics. For how much time they spent working on their fics, I think they deserve a hell of a lot more attention than they do now. Go give them some love! [ Read: Makeshift Wings | Why The Caged Bird Sings ]

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There are so many more but these are just the ones I follow. I don’t think the samifer fandom gets enough credit for all the work they create and I think one day i’ll just do an even bigger post than this one.