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Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 


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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary
Eat my cookie? Eat ALL the cookies.

So this happened a couple years ago when I was still an intern at my current workplace. All the interns worked in a shared cubicle space and this one girl, lets call her Jen had a roommate (Tracy) who was super sweet.

One morning Jen comes in with a huge bag of homemade cookies which she proceeds to eat with enthusiasm throughout the morning, doling out a cookie here or there to the cuter guys in the office.

At lunch some of us (minus Jen) go out to the park to eat and talk and Tracy shows up and as were eating asks us how we liked the cookies.

Obviously we were confused: what cookies?

Tracy had baked that huge bag of cookies Jen was munching on with the intent that they get distributed through the intern cubicle. Aw. Hell. Naw.

Rather than confronting Jen about it, for the next two months I came in early every morning and left a big fat Tim Hortons cookie on her desk. On the mornings I couldnt come in, I arranged for a co-worker to do it for me.

She ended up gaining a couple pounds from the whole affair and eventually she cried.

Moral of the story is dont eat my fucking cookie Jen.

Nobody sane loves working in an office, It’s against human nature to be locked up in a cubicle all day long.
The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table

Originally posted by pcyeolkenthusiast

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Chanyeol x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,7k *sigh* did I just? yes, I just wrote my longest fic ever about this

Children, never sleep on your drafts for 6 months bc it’s hell :) I hope you enjoy reading~



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Park Chanyeol, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary
The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table:

Originally posted by lucasstrumme

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Luke x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,6k 

⚜ This is a repost from my side blog, so both are owned, written and edited by me. 



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Luke Hemmings, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?” Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary
Creepypasta #1059: I Don’t Think I’m Allowed To Leave

Length: Long

I’ve been a penny pincher all my life. Never gambled, never splurged. I’m a real tightwad, to be honest with you. The type of guy that glares at a girl on a date with when she asks for dessert and I’m paying. As you can imagine, this hardly made me the most popular of guys, but it’s out of my control. It stopped being mere frugality and became a sort of neurosis.

I eat rice and beans every night, when I could afford steak. I drive a 1999 Pontiac, when I could be driving… well, I don’t really know anything about cars, but you get the drift.

Anyway, my end goal was always a house. I figured that with all the investments I’d made while living in my parent’s house rent free for years longer than was socially acceptable, I could cover insurance, property taxes, all that nonsense, buy a cheap house outright, and retire young. To me, “young” usually meant 50. Against my wishes, but at my father’s demand, at 29 I finally moved into a cheap one-room apartment.

I was shocked, then when at age 30, the opportunity arose. I was surfing Zillow one night, just poking around out of boredom. I turned the settings to only show me houses under $150,000, and was thus surprised when the house I clicked on still popped up for only fifty thousand.

20 acres. Wooded. Three bathrooms, four bedrooms. I scoffed. Things like this happened sometimes, programming errors. This was easily an 800-900,000 dollar house, more than likely over a million. Still, curious and bored, I clicked on the listing

The house was beautiful, and older looking estate built of heavy, grey stone, combined with large logs that gave it a sort of hunting lodge appearance. I double-checked the price: yup, still fifty grand. “Fifty grand my ass,” I thought, but still I checked out the contact info.

The realtor was listed as a Clarence Helms, and a phone number was given. No address was listed. Again, odd, but it clearly popped up on the map at the center of a pretty rural area. I had thought that land was national park property, honestly, but what do I know?

Still thinking this was all some joke, but desperately looking for something to do, I gave the number a call. It picked up after one ring, as if somebody had been waiting.

“Hello?” I asked, yawning.

Silence.

“Hello?” I repeated.

Silence.

“Is somebody there?”

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anonymous asked:

Your mob "wife" Sidney minific was so good!!! 😭😭😭every single person in that scene had such a distinctive character and was so colorful! "Intern"!peter! Terrifying scar across his face smiling!mikhail! Oblivious teacher!sid!! Probably terrifying around his mob and sweet as a lamb and horrible at cooking!geno!! I,,, just love it! If you're still doing fic for it, can we have a scene for when mob geno and sid first met?? :)

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“But the boss doesn’t celebrate Christmas,” Peter protests, even as Mikhail throws a vomit-green knitted sweater at him. Ugh. 

“Yeah, well, Sidney does, and he wants a potluck this year, so we’re gonna have to suck it up,” Mikhail says, then considers. “And for the love of God, please don’t make an embarrassment of yourself. We’re still on duty.”

“I never make an embarrassment of myself. Well, if not for this sweater,” Peter says, pulling on the shirt. There’s a dancing Christmas tree on it, with a sad smile and a cartoon dog peeing at its trunk. Peter feels like a clown. “And I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of Sidney.”

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Train-Spotted (Katlaska) - Puck

A/N Hey everyone! Long time no see. Things got a little crazy for me with both personal stuff and university, but now I’ve got a bit more free time. So here you go, a brand new fic. If you’d like this to turn into a chaptered fic please let me know, I have places for this to go. (And yes, the title is a play off of Trainspotting.) I’ve never written Katlaska before, but I figured I’d give it a go. Cheers!

Summary: A recently sober Katya enjoys taking long metro rides to nowhere. One morning she runs into a fellow queen that she’d had a one night stand with about a year ago, before she’d gotten sober. Drag Queens but not Ru Girls.

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Burn Pt.2 (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: YAY! I finally got to writing this! This is mostly fluff, but there is going to be a part 3 because if you think I’m going to end this series without a bit (ALOT) of angst, you don’t know me at all. BE SURE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK AND REQUESTS FOR PART 3 IF YOURE INTERESTED! LOVE YALL. 

Requested: But I’m too lazy to find the requests… so no.

Part 1

Masterlist

You didn’t have to wait long for a response. You sat in your cubicle at work when your phone started to ring, when you pulled it out to see an unknown number you smirked before you answered it.

“Hello?” You said innocently.

“Hi, um. I didn’t know if you wanted me to call or um- to text you. And is this too soon? I feel like it’s too soon, but I- I uh- I couldn’t wait.” He jumbled out from the other side of the phone.

You let out a soft laugh

“Actually, I’m pleasantly surprised.” You say genuinely.

You could hear him sigh in relief.

You turned up west side story in the background, just enough so he could hear it through the phone. You leaned in to the speakers of your laptop.

“So.. uh, wait is that west side story?” He exclaimed.

Score, you knew read that about him somewhere.

“Yeah! It is.” You respond, scared as to if he would ask you more about the musical. (Hey, you cared about the interview but you didn’t care that much to research a whole musical.)

You smiled just at the thought of him getting excited about it.

“So, Lin, how are you?” You ask pulling out a notepad to write down as much as you could.

“I’ve been good, busy actually. But like that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t make time out for you if you wanted to grab a bite with me.” He chanced.

A one on one interview with Lin? What more could you want?

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, giddy.

“I’d do anything for a chance with you.” He said smoothly.

Damn, he was smooth when he wasn’t flustered.

“Alright, time and place.” You asked as you began to play with the pen in your hand.

“Is tonight ok? I know dinner isn’t ideal, but I know this great restaurant.. and I”

“Dinner sounds great. Pick me up at 6:30. I’ll text you my address.” You said promptly before he embarrassed himself once more.

“Uh ok.” He said hesitantly, unsure what to call this meeting of yours.

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date?!” He exclaimed questioning if he’d heard you right. The happiness was audible in his voice.

You giggled before you responded.

“Can’t wait to see you babe.” You said into your phone before hanging up.

You rushed home that evening, mostly to brainstorm how you were going to record all the information he was going to give you without looking suspicious. You didn’t want to hurt him. You really didn’t, but your job meant to much to you to risk and you were willing to break a few hearts doing so. You decided on a recording device to put in your purse and a small notebook that you titled ‘Lin’s Interview’ for when you needed to write down key things. You glanced at the clock only to have a heart attack realizing it was 6:15. Scrambling to get ready, you slipped on a black dress and some heels, throwing your hair up and quickly packing your bag before someone knocked at your door.

“Coming!” you yelled. You mentally gave yourself a reminder to start the recording device once in the restaurant before opening the door.

Your breath was knocked out of you.

He stood at your door in a button down and a pair of nice dress pants, his hair pulled back.

Fuck.

He was hot.

“Whoah.” he said looking at you up and down. “You look beautiful.”

He offered you his hand like a gentleman and you took it as he led you out of your apartment. You suddenly wished you would have spent more time on your outfit and makeup tonight. You began to smooth out your hair, why did you even care? It wasn’t like you actually were going on a date. This was strictly for work you reminded yourself.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to look more beautiful from this morning but boy was I wrong.” he complimented you on the elevator.

You hooked your arm around his and leaned up to press a kiss onto his cheek to see a blush spread his face.

“Quite the charmer aren’t you?” you say, “Do you do this with all the girls who run into you?”

“Nope. Only to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, God knows when I’ll ever see you again.”

It was your turn to blush and you buried your head into his side.

“You really do flatter me Lin.”

You arrived at the restaurant to be seated in the back corner booth. Lin’s arm never left your waist as he walked with you behind the server. You slipped into the booth across from him and leaned on the table, before you could start the conversation, Lin beat you to it.

“You seem awfully comfortable going out to dinner with a complete stranger, not that I’m complaining, but do you do this often?”

You pretended to act offended, “Are you calling me easy Lin?”

“I-what! No, of course not. Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and admired your face.” he stuttered.

You laughed, “Truthfully I don’t do this often, but I’m young and life is too short to miss out on a date with an incredibly attractive man who seems to be interested in you.” you said naturally. None of it was forced.

“HA.” he chuckled shaking his head, “I’m sure you’ve been approached by much more attractive men than I.”

“Nope, your the hottest in NYC.”

“I must be dreaming.” he said rubbing his eyes.

“Why Lin? Do you see me in your dreams”

Lin’s eyes went wide and he kept his mouth shut.

“It’s only our first date Y/N, I don’t want to scare you off already.” he said finally with a smirk.
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The dinner went too quickly, of course. You weren’t expecting to have such a good time. It had been such a long time when you felt at ease at a first date, he made you feel so special.

The waiter came with the check and before he could pull out his wallet, you pulled out your credit card from your bra (For easy access. Don’t judge me). You saw Lin’s eyes follow your hand to your chest and his eyes went dark and face slightly flushed before he snapped his head back up. You put the credit card on the bill and tried to call over the waiter before he argued.

“NO! What do you think you’re doing?” he said taking your credit card once he processed the situation and shoving his credit card onto the bill.

“Lin I owe you, remember? I’m the one who ran into you today.” you said giddy from the date.

“No, you made up it up to me by deciding to go out with me. I can die a happy man now that I got even 15 minutes with you.” he said holding the bill to his chest so you couldn’t grab it. He called the waiter over and handed him the bill before you could do anything. The waiter took the bill and you looked at Lin with a pout.

“God, how are you just as hot when you’re upset?” he laughed and you couldn’t hold the pout for much longer as it transformed into a smile.

“I owe you now for putting a frown on that pretty little face of yours.” he said getting out of the booth and you followed him out of the restaurant.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you said as you stood at the curb waiting for your uber.

“I’m going to make sure you get home safe.” he said, his arm finding its place around your waist.

“Oh, Lin. You really don’t need to do that for me. You’ve already done so much.” you said turning to him.

“I insist. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt and I wasn’t there.” he said as he opened the car door for you and you felt your heart swell at his kindness. He was a good guy, a great guy actually.

Before you knew it, the car stopped in front of your apartment and you paid the driver as you got out of the car and Lin followed you to the doors.

“I had a really great time tonight.” he said tucking a stray hair of yours behind your ear.

“Me too.” you said your face hot realizing how close he was. You glanced down at his lips, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you.

“I’d better go to bed if I want to get to work tomorrow.” you sighed and turned to the door when Lin pulled you back. He pulled you close so that your face was just millimeters from his. His hands found the small of your back and his lips were on yours. You immediately kissed back with just as much passion as your arms found their way around his neck. Sparks ignited in your gut and your heart fluttered. You pulled away first, out of breath, leaning your forehead against his.

“Lin.” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“You owe me a second date.”

“Fuck yes.” he said causing you to giggle. You pulled him into another kiss, quick this time and you turned toward the door.

“Get home safe.” you said before walking into the complex and heading towards the elevator. You blew him a kiss through the glass door of your complex building and he made the motion of catching it and putting it into his back pocket. Your heart was pumping fast as you got into the elevator, and once the doors closed you placed your fingertips on your lips where you swore you still felt sparks. Once on your floor you practically floated into your apartment and landed on your bed feeling like you were on a cloud.

You liked him. You liked him alot. You liked him so much you forgot to turn on the recording device, write anything down, and anything he said during your date. You forgot about the interview. You forgot it was work. The only thing on your mind was the way his lips felt on yours and the way it made your heart skip a beat.

Different

Group: B.A.P

Paring: Bangdae

Type: light angst, romance, warlock/familiar

Description: Daehyun and Yongguk aren’t like most warlocks/familiar pairs; Daehyun isn’t like most warlocks. It serves to make things a little awkward and difficult, especially when Daehyun tries not show Yongguk his true emotions, but eventually he breaks. 

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact

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