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Owned (M)

Genre: Smut

Length: 3,553 words~

Kink(s): Daddy kink, breath play, impact play (spanking), brat taming (?), thigh riding

Description: Wonho was one of your best friends. You were always there for each other and practically inseparable. You really never had those types of feelings for him, well not until recently, something had changed in you…and in him. 

Ever since you realized that you had feelings for Wonho, you noticed you started distancing yourself from him. If he asked you to hang out with him, you’d refuse, or if he unexpectedly showed up at your place, you’d act like that biggest brat ever. You hated being this way towards him, but you knew you had to do something to get over him.

It was about 11:30 at night, almost midnight, Wonho hadn’t spoken to you all day. Of course it saddened you quite a bit, but at the same time it was a relief. Every time you saw his name pop up on your phone your heart fluttered, and you just wished he were there with you. 

You sighed as you began to get undressed so you could shower before bed. “God damn it…” You murmured to yourself as you thought about how fucked up you were for intentionally trying to ruin your friendship with the guy you have know practically all your life. This was literally all you thought about during your shower. 

Once you got out, and dried off. You changed into some black cotton sweat shorts, and a t-shirt Wonho had left at your house the last time he spent the night. You breathed in deeply, breathing in what was left of his scent on it as you slipped the shirt over your curvy framed. You plopped onto your bed, and picked up your phone. You gave yourself a quick pep talk before finally gathering enough courage to call him.

The phone rang twice before he answered;

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The Joker x Reader - “How to make a baby”

The Joker really wants a baby and doesn’t know how to approach the subject. Last time you two talked about it your answer was an unmistakable no and he doesn’t take that kind of negative attitude from anybody, including his girl. Or so he likes to believe…

You are reading a book in front of the fireplace, sitting on the soft rug and leaning your back against the couch. The Joker is resting in his favorite armchair, reading articles about How to make your girlfriend happy on his cell. He wants to convince you to have a baby with him and things have to go the right way because he is aware he can’t force you on this one. J reads the list again and decides to try the stuff he found, maybe it will work.

1. Tell her you love her

He holds his phone with two fingers like it’s infected with some contagious virus, takes a deep breath and utters with emotionless voice:

“Pumpkin, I love you.” It sounded so cold, flatter than the flat green tea latte he orders from Starbucks all the time. He hates the taste but it’s green. Yeah, well… it makes sense to him.

“Awww, that’s nice J,” you mumble, not really paying attention. You always have to sift through what he says because he sure says a lot of things. Most of the times you just pretend to listen and find it easier to just go with the flow.

It didn’t seem you cared about his first effort and he passes his fingers through his hair, annoyed: “What a bunch of nonsense, who wrote this crap?! I should kill them,” he thinks to himself and notices there is/are no name(s) at the end of the article. Dammit, how is he supposed to punish the culprit if he doesn’t know who it is? That makes him even more irritated but decides to continue.

2. Tell her she’s beautiful

For this one J believes he needs to change spots so he comes on the couch behind you and sits so you are trapped between his legs. He starts massaging your shoulders, his gold bracelets clinking in your ears.

“Ahhh, it feels nice,” you whisper, closing your eyes, enjoying the relaxing moment.

“You’re such a pretty doll, Princess,” he leans over and tells you, waiting for a reaction. You take his hand and kiss his laughing mouth tattoo, then keep it on your face, going back to reading. That worked better, he smiles, satisfied with the accomplishment so he continues:

“Do you remember when we first met? You annoyed me so much at the meeting I followed you to your car because I wanted to kill you.”

You snort at the memory and turn the page:” Oh, yeah, how could I forget?”

“…and then I saw you bending over to reach your glove compartment with that short skirt and I realized you had no underwear on.”

“Excuse me?! I did have underwear on,” you protest, looking up to him.

“That little string doesn’t count,” he smirks and you slap his knee.

“Does to! Plus, I totally busted you staring. Are you enjoying the view, Mister J? “ you recall the question, amused.

“Remember what I answered? I would like it even better from the top.” You both start laughing like crazy; it sure was one of the most daring pickup lines you ever heard but it worked.

“Such a charmer, baby,” you sigh, chuckling, turning your attention towards your reading again.

“I know,” he has to admit, grinning. “ I sure felt I have to ask if you would like to go on a heist together sometimes.”

“ I was impressed with your approach on asking for a date so I said yes,” you rest your head on his knee, closing your book for a few moments.  “It sure was lucky you had a robbery planned for that night, I never had so much fun on a first date,” you have to admit and The Joker’s heart beats faster, happy to hear the confirmation of his awesomeness. Man I’m good! he believes without hesitation and takes a quick glance at his cell again.

3. Buy her flowers

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he boasts before he grasps the idea he didn’t get shit.

“Oh, did you? How sweet, I love flowers,” you admit, picking around to see where they are and it clicks for J: Fuck, I have none. “Ummm, I forgot them in my car, I’ll go get them,” he gets up and heads towards the elevator, not knowing how is going to pull this one off.

“Thank you, baby !“ he hears before the elevator’s door close. You move close to the fire, wondering why he’s behaving weird but you kind of like it.

On the way to the underground parking, he passes by Frost’s office and since he always has the door opened, J sees the huge bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, no doubt a gift for his girlfriend.

He shamelessly walks in, giving Jonny a mean look and growls:

“These are mine!” and yanks the bouquet away.

“Of course, sir,” Frost is fast in agreeing since he knows better than not to keep his mouth shut at his boss’s behavior.


“Here, for you Pumpkin,” J gives you the flowers, kissing you and you really feel excited.

“They look so beautiful, I’ll keep them by me for a while,” you determine with such a glowing smile it makes him intrigued: Why do women always like this stuff? It’s so stupid. He goes back to his spot behind you and starts playing with your hair. He thinks he got this so he begins talking:

“You know, Pumpkin, you’re only getting older and…”

“What?!” you snap, finally paying attention. “ You’re so rude!” you pout and move away from him, placing yourself on your tummy in front of the fireplace, slamming your book around before you calm down a bit. “You’re old!” you hiss at him over your shoulder and he deeply inhales, not understanding why the truth is upsetting you so much.

It’s finally time to glance at that list again because apparently going rogue on his own it’s not working too well.

4.  Show interest in what she likes

J crawls down by your side and imitates your position, staring you down.

“What are you reading, Doll?”

“A book about villains,” you reply, frowning, bouncing your legs up and down.

“Am I in there?” he asks, getting closer to you and places his chin on your forearm.

“Nope,” you shortly answer, sniffling.

“I should be,” he states with confidence, pretending to read what you are.

You lift your shoulders up and try to ignore him. He takes a quick pick at the phone again.

5.  Let her know you’re lucky to have her

“I’m the most important one around here but I guess you have your fair amount of usefulness,” he seductively mumbles, thinking it’s the best praise he came up with so far.

“Huh?” you get upset, turning towards him and watching his silver teeth shinning in the firewood light. “Shut up, J !” and you push him away, sulking.

What the hell?! I thought she will love this for sure.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Princess, is that it’s OK having you around,” he corrects his earlier statement, hoping for a more positive outcome.

“Whatever,” you grumble while he slowly uses two fingers to walk down your back until he reaches your shorts.

6. Cuddle up with her at home

The Joker gropes you and uses you as an anchor while really shoving himself into you. Your hair being yanked in the process doesn’t make you receptive to his tactic.

“Ouch, what are you doing?” you look at him again, suspicious. “Are you trying to tell me you wanna have sex or something? Because you don’t need all this, I always want you,” you bitterly admonish him by admitting to the truth. It flusters you how you can’t fully hate him, at least not for long periods of time.

“I’m just trying to get in your pants, literally. Why are they so hard to pull down?” J tries again and no luck, blowing a rebel strand of green hair off his face, irked because he usually doesn’t have trouble undressing you.

“Wow, that’s why you’ve been acting awkward?” you finally smile, contemplating if you should still be mad or not.

“I was acting…normal,” he grunts, fighting with your shorts and it makes you snicker at his struggle.

“Which means weird for you,” you are fast to point out. “So what’s going on?”

“Dammit, stupid shorts!” he slaps your butt and you lift yourself up a little bit so he can finally succeed in his mission. “Ohhhh, strings again,”  he delightfully growls, biting his lip.

“You know I always wear this kind of stuff because it apparently saved my life,” you roll your eyes, feeling there’s more to this behavior of his. “Hey, my eyes are up here!” you lift his chin up from your cleavage, interrupting his fun. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He takes a deep breath and swears he’s going to get rid of you if you don’t agree with him:

“Pumpkin, we should really have a baby.” And now he waits.

You stare at him without blinking for a few long seconds and it makes him uncomfortable. He never feels uncomfortable.

“Are you…are you for reals?!” you furrow your eyebrows, gasping.

“Yeah, we should have a baby, I told you before I want one,” he grinds his teeth and you sure don’t seem thrilled.

“Really???!!!! I told you I’m pregnant when you were sitting on your stupid armchair, playing on your stupid phone with something stupid for sure! You didn’t seem to care!!” you raise your voice, mad again.

His mouth just opens, he surely didn’t hear that, concentrating too much on the article that was supposed to get you to the point of wanting to have a baby.

“Oh my God, Princess, I’m gonna be a dad?!” he blurs out, his blue eyes lighting up in a way you didn’t see before and it kind of lowers your defense.

“I hope you’re going to be a better dad because as I boyfriend…I don’t know…”

He is not paying attention again.

“The Joker is gonna be a father,” he whispers, absent minded and you have to make him focus again:

“Do you still want to get in my pants or what?”


“Hey Princess!” he shouts from his desk and you turn around in the same time with your 5 year daughter that’s playing on the ground with her toys: “Yes, Daddy?” she giggles and J starts laughing in his crazy way that would normally make people cringe. The two of you are so used to it you don’t even care.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, would you?” he gestures and you head over with Evie running in front of you wanting to be first one. She gets on his left knee and you sit on his right one.

“Which one of us, baby?” you pull on his hair, aggravated.

He smirks, gratified on how sneaky he can be:

“Does it matter? I got you both trained!”

“Did you hear that, Evie? Daddy got us trained. What do we do when Daddy is being a smart-ass, hmmm?” you kiss her forehead and she charges at his neck, screaming:

“We bite him!!!”

“Ahhh, good girl,” you snarl, watching The Joker squirm and snicker under attack while reaching for the book you set on his desk earlier.

“Did you have time to look at this?” you ask him while he has fun with Evie and he nods no, whimpering at the small teeth grazing his skin. “Here”, you open the book in the middle, showing him what you customized for him online. “ I got you a whole chapter in the villains book, wrote it myself. This way you don’t have to wait until you die like the others.”

His eyes get big and he grins, so pleased with what you did.

“Daddy, play with me!” Evie tugs on his shirt when she notices he is paying attention to something else. She starts bouncing in his lap, impatient and you get up.

“You did this for me, Doll?”

“Oh, yeah, because I really want to get in your pants tonight. Literally,” you whisper in his ear, biting his neck too.


You’ve been making out for 10 minutes now when he stops for a few seconds to unexpectedly say: “ I love you, Pumpkin” with that emotionless tone he uses when he’s at a loss of understanding his own complicated emotions.

“Aww, that’s nice, “ you snuggle more to him and he continues: “You’re such a beautiful doll, Princess.”

Something feels…strange.

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he moans while pulling down your bra straps. It suddenly clicks for you and you get off him, panicked.

“Oh, no! No, no, definitely not!” you back out, heading for the door.

“What?” he pretends to be all innocent. “We should have another kid, look how cute Evie is.”

“Out of the question, you know I had a horrible pregnancy,” and you run out of the door when he stands up to follow you, fed up with your rebellion. You lock yourself in the bedroom that’s the furthest from your daughter’s room so you won’t wake her. The Joker comes and softly knocks on the door, amazed he’s not pissed yet:

“ Y/N, open up! What are you going to do? You’ll never sleep with me again?!”

You debate, thinking of all the fun you have all the time, that’s why you sound doubtful when you reply:


“Open the door, don’t make me mad! Daddy wants you! Or do I have to find myself another woman?” he bangs his head against the door, sighting.

“NO!!!” you kick the door from the other side, gulping. “That’s blackmail, J, it’s not fair!”
“This is what we do, Doll, you don’t like it when you are the lucky recipient?”

“NO!!!” you pout, kicking the door again. “I don’t like it!”

“Open up, yes? I want to get in your pants!” he tries the strategy and he hears you snicker. I didn’t lose my touch, he compliments his skills to his own self.

“I don’t have any pants on,” you crack the door open, hating yourself for wanting him so much.

He rests his head on the wood frame for a little bit before pushing his way in.

“Even better, makes it easier,” The Joker grins, slowly closing the door behind him.


Happy 45th Birthday Wesley Wales Anderson, 1st May 1969.

“I have a way of filming things and staging them and designing sets. There were times when I thought I should change my approach, but in fact, this is what I like to do. It’s sort of like my handwriting as a movie director. And somewhere along the way, I think I’ve made the decision: I’m going to write in my own handwriting.”

The Valkyrie- Chapter 1

“No need to look so menacing, sweetheart.” Loki murmured in your ear. “This is the elven king I am treating with, not a horde of orcs.”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the tingles down your spine.

The flush on your cheeks, the quickening of your breath. There was nothing that made a Valkyrie’s blood run hotter than the prospect of danger.

He had insisted on your company this night. For protection, he claimed. The Mirkwood elves were lean, war-hardened creatures with wild, dangerous temperaments. A valuable asset in Loki’s quest in gaining his rightful place as king and ruler of Asgard. But it was yet to be determined whether the king of the Woodland Realm was ally or adversary.

The elven procession was approaching, and the last thing you needed was to be distracted by his throaty sensuality, the electrifying warmth of his close proximity. You pulled from him in annoyance, adrenaline rushing. You had to focus.

The elven king strode forward in his brocade robes, hair cascading down his shoulders like a silver waterfall. He eyed Loki with a cool disdain, his nose upturned.


Loki gave him a charming grin and bowed, half mockingly. “Thranduil.”

Thranduil narrowed his eyes, looking hard at the Asgardian. Then his gaze fell on you.

You had not expected to see fire in the piercing blue. He tilted his head ever the so slightly. Suddenly a red-haired elf by him leapt towards Loki, silver blade flashing.


You blocked her sword with your twin daggers, inches from Loki’s face. You could hear the pounding of your heart, feel the maddening heat racing through you. She ducked as you swiped at her, and kicked your legs from under you. As you fell, you threw a dagger at her face. She knocked it from the air. You used the distraction to slam her in her shins. Her arms were pinned down with your knees, your remaining dagger against her throat. You glared triumphantly up at the elven king. Your breath was ragged now. Your lips were parched, your chest tight and heaving against your breastplate.

A faint smile played on the elven king’s lips. “…Quite a fighter you have protecting your mirage, Loki.”  


You ground your teeth. The bastard. He brought you here not because he couldn’t protect himself, but to watch you burn. And he was enjoying every minute of it.

There was a rush of wind behind you as the mirage vanished. A warm, familiar hand grazed your shoulder. The sensation was almost painful. The real Loki had materialized, wearing his full regalia. Slowly, you released the elf and pulled yourself to your feet, every cell on fire.

“It seems as if elves are not easily deceived by Asgardian magic,” Loki laughed, shrugging. “I am impressed. Although I still don’t know what the fuss is about. I thought we had already reached an agreement.”

“We had. But you have yet to fulfill your side of the bargain.”

“Killing a dragon is no easy task; you know firsthand the dangers of facing such a beast. Surely there is something else I can offer in the meantime for a few thousand men.”

Thranduil was quiet, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to you and stared you dead in the eye. “…The Valkyrie, perhaps?”

Loki narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly. Then he threw his head back and laughed. “I’m afraid the Valkyrie is not mine to give,” he lied smoothly. “She serves me on her own free will.”

“I see,” Thranduil said softly, his gaze lingering as if he were drinking you in. “I will give you time to consider a counter proposal. You and your Valkyrie are welcome to stay in Mirkwood in the meanwhile.”

He turned on his heel, his elven guards following after him deep into to the woods.

“Your rise to my defense was unusually slow tonight,” Loki said gruffly, cupping your chin and tilting it towards him. “You seem…distracted.”

Your senses still simmered from the brush with violence. He was too close, his lips a sensual flick away. His breath was warm on your face, his grasp firm.

“I promised to defend you. I was not aware I was to defend your shadows as well.“

He trailed his fingers down your face. “…I gave you freedom to choose how you serve me. If you’ve chosen to protect me, then protect me.”  

You swallowed a low moan. Stupid hormones. Stupid Loki. 

You swatted his hand away irritably. "Are we heading to Mirkwood?”    

“You’ve but just met the king of elves, and now you’re so anxious to go to Mirkwood,” he said sourly, wrenching his gaze from you.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Fine then.” He snapped. “We will go to Laketown first. Watching you fight has me worked up to quite an appetite.”

Loki’s “appetite” tonight was a voluptuous brunette and a lean, spritely red-head. You stood by in silent indifference as he hooked the tavern girls with the slightest crook of his finger, the seductive curve of his smile. How effortlessly the gods enthralled the mortals.

He spirited the four of you to the Halls of the Woodland King, where the elves were expecting your company. The elven guards raised their eyebrows at the humans but said nothing, showing you to the guest quarters.

Once in his room, he threw himself on the plush feather bed and gathered the two giggling women into his arms.

“Such delightful hospitality!” He drawled mockingly, grabbing a pillow. “Silks! Satin! Courtesy of the splendid elven king Thranduil, the only elf in the whole galaxy with a stick permanently up his arse!”

The red-head guffawed too loudly.

“They say a dragon shredded half his face,” the brunette rasped dramatically. “He uses magic to mask his disfigurement.”

“Oooh, battle scars!” Loki snickered. “Is that why you couldn’t take your eyes off him earlier, Valkyrie? He’s just your type!”

“…It’s late. I’ll take my leave.” You said flatly, heading towards the door.

The way he looked at you then, like a storm cloud had swallowed engulfed the sun.

“…You know I brought them here in jest,” He said quietly, the laughter gone from his voice. “Stay, and I will send them away.”

Jest? Spiteful, petty, jealous god. You can play that game too.

“…Good night, my lord,” you muttered, and closed the door.

The Mirkwood guards let you out of the cold stone halls and into the fresh silence of the woods. You leaned over railings of woven branches, overlooking the waterfall, the water crashing down against jagged rocks.

It had been three years since Loki claimed your life-debt. Six months since he began following you with eyes of forlorn longing.

Were he not in exile, he would never have given you a second glance. You knew it was only his loneliness that drove him to you.

A part of you hated him for it. Another part of you secretly yearned.

“It is not safe in these woods alone at night.”

The voice was low, soft as distant thunder. Your hands were on your blades, your breath caught in your throat. It was the elven king, pale under the moonlight like a silver ghost. He leaned against the trunk of a gnarled tree only a few feet away. You did not know how long he had been standing there, watching you.

You should have sensed his presence. How could you not have seen him? The base instinct of fight or flight took hold, adrenaline streaking through you like lightning as it did earlier in the night. Danger, your body purred. Delicious, delightful danger.

“I can fend for myself,” you murmured.

He drew closer. He was very tall. With broad, muscular shoulders and heavy-set chest. There was something very carnal about the way his robe flashed blood orange against blackened silver, and you could not help wonder what sort of man one would find beneath the brocade.

“I have seen for myself how a Valkyrie is a force to be reckoned with. Odin must truly regret having lost one of his finest warriors.”

“He regrets nothing,” you growled, your temper rising at the thought of the tyrannical old buzzard. “If he had his way, I would be burning alive on a pyre. Loki smuggled me from Asgard, before I could be executed.” 

"A Valkyrie’s life spared is her life owed. So you do belong to Loki.”

There was that slight smile again. You could feel him studying you, a tiger eyeing its prey.

"He holds my life-debt. I belong to no one.”

“But you are precious to him.” His words dripped from his lips like honey. “Guard, soldier, assassin. Bound by honor to fight, to kill as commanded by whomever holds your debt.”

You nodded. “To go against the honor of a life-debt is lethal for Valkyries. Our hearts would stop mid-beat should we refuse to kill or defend as ordered.”

“Can a Valkyrie life-debt be transferred?”

The elven king’s expression was unreadable. You bit your lip.

“…Why do you ask?”

There was no mirth behind his smile. “I have a twisted dagger scar that runs between my shoulder blades. A jagged parting gift from one who had, up until then, been my confidant and most trusted bodyguard. I have made many enemies over the years, and I need someone I can trust. Loyalty, like trust, must be earned. But honor…” He took your hand and raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. “Honor is intrinsic. If it is honor that binds you to your god, then I will have that same honor bind you to me.“

Your heart fluttered like a banner in the wind.


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Cadre/Aelin blood oath?

The idea had been pulling at Aelin for a few weeks now.

It was something she talked about in depth with Rowan. Something she put a lot of thought into. To some, it may seem simple. But it was a big deal for her.

Offering the cadre the blood oath was a big deal for her.

Not that she didn’t think they’d turn it down. No, she seen the looks on Fenrys and Gavriel’s faces when Aedion accepted the blood oath in front of her court. It was enough for her to realize they wanted to accept her blood oath as much as she wanted to give it to them.

And she trusted them. Aelin knew they would do anything and everything in their power to protect her, her people, and her lands. The cadre proved themselves to her over and over again in the war.

But she was queen now. She had to think these kind of things over. And this was something she wanted to be 100% sure about. Therefore, after many talks with Rowan, Aedion, and Lysandra, Aelin decided this was the right choice to make.

Sitting on her throne, Rowan on her right and Aedion on her left, Aelin watched the giant, wooden doors open.

Lysandra walked in first. Her eyes sparkling as she walked father into the room. She sent a small, seductive smile Aedion’s way, and Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. But that didn’t stop her lips from turning up slightly.

 Fenrys and Gavriel trailed in behind Lysandra. The doors closed behind them, the sound bouncing off the empty room.

And it was empty. It was only the six of them in the whole throne room. Normally, a number of Lords and court members would be present to witness the blood oath. Like when Aedion accepted his. But Aelin wanted this to be private. Just her and her friends. Her family.

“Your Majesty.” Gavriel’s eyes were pitched together slightly as he took in the empty room. “What’s going on?”

Aelin smiled brightly. She looked up at Rowan for a quick moment. He returned her smile with a small one of his own before Aelin stood up. She walked down the few small steps in front of her throne as Lysandra went to stand up Aedion.

The two Fae males were watching her with confusion and a bit of worry in their gazes as she stopped in front of them.

“Your Majesty?” Fenrys raised an eyebrow.

“I would like you to take the blood oath.”

Silence. Aelin watched the males in front of her. So many emotions shinned through on their faces. Neither of them moved as the silence stretched on and on.

“Aelin.” Gavriel spoke up. His voice was just above a whisper and held so much emotion. “Why?”

“I know you two would do everything and another in your power to protect not only me, but my people.” Aelin explained. “I have no reason to doubt this. I trust you both. I trust you with my life.” Aelin paused. A soft smile broke onto her face. “You are my family. So, I’m offering you this. If you accept.”

Silence stretched on again. Aelin looked between the both of them. Gavriel’s face showed so much gratitude and a bit of uncertainty. Which Aelin didn’t blame him for. Maeve dishonoured him. For the longest while, he felt like a coward and unworthy. Fenrys, however, he looked like he was about to fall to the ground, like he was about to break. But his face was emotionless.

The silence went on for another long moment. Then, just when Aelin was about to speak up again, Fenrys stepped forward.

He stood right in front of her. Aelin looked into his eyes, and her heart broke when she saw tears getting ready to fall. She never saw him cry before. Ever.

Fenrys gentle took Aelin’s hands in his, his hands shaking slightly. He looked like he wanted to hug her, but like the action may break him even farther.

“Aelin,” his voice broke slightly. But Fenrys didn’t stop the heartbreaking smile from pulling at his lips. “It would be my greatest honour to service someone as magnificent as you.

Aelin could feel tears starting to pool in her own eyes as she returned Fenrys’ smile, giving his hands a gently squeeze.

Gavriel stepped forward then. He placed a hand on Fenrys’s shoulder before sending a smile Aelin’s way, taking one of her hands from Fenrys.

“As would it be mine.”

FIGHTER (part 6)

Originally posted by saranghajii

“So you mean, if we get through these gates and cross the bridge over the border, we could escape?”

Wonho asked, his eyes wide with the hope that a happily ever after could be a possibility.

I.M nodded his head. The boys had visited in the early morning as soon as they heard that there could be a way out, for all of them. If you got to the very south of the city and managed to get through the gates alive, you had a fair shot of  getting over the bridge and leaving the run down place for good. It was going to be tough and extremely dangerous with the authorities, the huge amount of police and security surrounding there but maybe, just maybe, you and Wonho could live together in peace. Wonho took your hand in his, wanting to feel connected to you at that time. You were just as wishful as he was; a blissful life seemed so close. 

Wonho had began working in his garage in the afternoon again which was joined on to his house conveniently. Most of the time, when you were bored, you’d lean on the side of the door and watch him at work but that afternoon was different. When you opened the back door which lead in to the garage, your eyes nearly popped out of your skull. Wonho was welding some pieces of metal together with a blazing blow torch and nothing but an apron covering the top half of his body. His skin looked like a glazed donut with the sweat forming upon it and as his arms moved, his prominent muscles made your mouth water. Since the first night you kissed, you’d been wanting to go the whole way with Wonho. With the news of a possible escape, you couldn’t pick any better time to show him all the love you felt for him. Nervously, you began walking to Wonho, planning to tell him you wanted him to make love to you but when he put the torch down and turned around to look at you, you could see the desire in his eyes. 

“Jagiya, is everything okay?.” 

He caressed your cheek and jaw line affectionately, his touch gave you goosebumps. Your stomach felt jittery as the nerves and anticipation you felt gave you an extreme adrenaline rush. It was impossible to control yourself as your fingers found your way to his naked shoulders, trailing the tips of your fingers gently over his glistening skin. Wonho let out a quiet gasp at your touch. You bit your bottom lip, unable to stop staring at his flawless, godly body. Wonho put his finger under your chin and slowly moved your head up, making you look in to his eyes. The gaze was so powerful, so magnetic that it made you shiver. All of a sudden, Wonho moved in and crushed his lips upon yours. Seeing as Wonho was following his instincts, you threw your self control out the window too, ripping the apron from his body as his tongue teased yours deliciously. Making your womanhood tingle, Wonho groaned in to the kiss. Your hands felt every inch of his torso and abs, worshiping the man you’d fallen for so fast. His hands grabbed the sides your backside and lifted you on to his work table, massaging your lips with his until they were almost sore. 


He whispered seductively in your ear, making your palms sweat. 

“I’ve never had anyone to fight for. Now I have you, I’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe, to make you mine. I love you.”  

In all his naked beauty, he crawled on to the bed, up to your panting body like a tiger about to finally get his prey. You thought you’d be terrified of being nude with Wonho but you could barely think about your lack of clothes; Wonho’s eyes had already undressed you and could read you like the creases of his hands. He licked is plump, pink lips, hungry for you. When he kissed you, entwining his fingers in between yours, you’d never wanted anything so bad. Your pussy was crying for attention, begging to be filled after Wonho had tasted you so sensually on his work top and left you begging for more. Naturally, you parted your legs, rubbing your wet, aroused pussy on his rock hard manhood, making him grunt in pleasure. The noises Wonho made were making you crazy; you could have begged and pleaded for him to slide inside you but you could tell Wonho was enjoying the build up as it wasn’t just any sex to him. You were nervous about how big he was. The man had such a thick piece between his legs and it’d been a long time since you’d done anything like that. It was a good job that his mouth on your neck was making you slippery, juices dripping down the skin between your pussy and butt. Your fingers ran up and down his toned back, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. You couldn’t help the whimpers that came from your mouth. 


You groaned his name and he knew what you wanted. He chuckled.

“Patience jagiya, we both need to warm up for this…what I’m about to do to you.” 

His words made you blush madly. Oh, the naughty things you wanted him to do to you. Wonho’s big, masculine hands took hold of your legs and placed them around his lower back, anchoring him in, closer to you. You loved him being so close to you, skin upon skin; it was so sexy and intimate to feel the warmth of his body on you. Lovingly, he looked in to your eyes with the gaze that captured you at the very beginning. 

“(your full name), I knew you were different when you saved my life. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You’re someone I want to give my all to, all of my love to.” 

He leaned forwards and whispered in your ear:

“And you’ve never looked so beautiful, no makeup, hair up, naked, in my arms. I want to make love to you so bad.” 

Goosebumps spread across your body, your womanhood quivered in anticipation. Telling him what you craved, you pushed your pubic mound upon his erection once more. A  warm smile spread on his face with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Although he didn’t need to, Wonho wet his fingers with his saliva and spread it around his dick before lining it up to your awaiting entrance. All you felt when he slowly pushed inside of you was overwhelming, pleasurable bliss. Having the man you loved being connected with you in such a sensual way was the most amazing feeling you’d witnessed so far in your life. You made love once, cuddled for half an hour and then the cuddling turned in to more love making. Since then, you couldn’t get enough of each other. You were beautifully addicted to him. On that night, all worry of danger slipped out of your mind; the only important thing was your lover, in your arms. 

ishqbaaz 27.10.17 lb

doing this early today coz i’ve got big plans for tonight! huge!!!!! (going to the supermarket 10 km away because the one right next to me ran out of kitty litter. i know you guys, i know. i’m living a wild life and should really check myself before i wreck myself. 😎😎😎) 

  • huh. shivaay does not recognize baby anika in the pic. i would have thought he would. did the files he examined at the orphanage not have any pics of her? 
  • ooh, he didn’t know gauri was adopted! does om????? 
  • aw man, anika is having chutki waale nightmares. 
    • honestly, i’m already crying at just this tinyyyyy scene. i’ve been waiting for this for so long and for my baby birdie gauri to be chutki and…. i’m just so overwhelmed and happpy!!!!!!! 😭😭😭
    • i’m also crying at the fact that anika doesn’t even know gauri is chutki yet, but she feels so much love for her as her devrani that she holds her like that and sleeps?!?!!?!? 
  • aaj toh is maaaaaaaa par bhi pyaar aa raha hai mujhe. 😊😊😊
  • haaaaaye, look at him nihaarofying her. 😍😍😍
  • lololol and look at bade bhaiyya nihaarofying HIM nihaarofying her. 😁😁😁

“itna bhi nahi ghoora karte, ki khud ki nazar lag jaaye.”

    • tooooooo cute for words! 
  • “main ghoor nahi raha tha! bas dekh raha tha ki pooja kaise hoti hai.”
    • shivaay be like uh huh. sure. don’t play me, son. i’m a god!level wife-ghoorer. 
  • lololol uske beech mein rudra ka neend mein bolna. 
  • god, shivaay would never use the word “bathiaaaa”; who the hell is writing his dialogue these days???? 😒😒😒
  • “sone do saalon!” 
    • lolololol shivKara legit got mad for a sec thinking rudra was cussing them out. 
  • aw, shivaay braving machchar and ac-less chatth pe sona on a khatiaa for omki. now that’s trueeee love, my friends. 
  • i really love how rudra instantly screams for bhaiyya in any emergency, instead of maaaaa, like most normal ppl. 
  • pffft. this idiot and his first world problems. 🙄🙄🙄
  • when even 4ever-laaaad-karne-waale bhaiyya tells you to stfu, please understand what a selfish asshole you’re being. 
  • om reacting to rudra’s crap is forever my favt. part of this show and i’ve missed it soooooooooooooo much. 
  • “aap dono shadishuda ek bachelor ki problem kabhi nahi samajh sakte ho.”
    • pfffffft, the last time these two got laid, blackberry phones were still a thing. the USA had a president who wasn’t a big racist crapbag sexual offender. my cat’s ears were still adorably too big for his face. ISIS wasn’t a thing yet. i still had the will to live. 
  • shivKara have had enough of rudra. as have the rest of us. 😒😒😒
  • wow, rudra threatening these two. that’s not gooood. 
  • lmao, he used his trump card. the only protective force more fierce than his brothers: the bhaabi(s). 🙃🙃🙃
  • aaaaaand they just JUMPED HIS ASS and gave him a proper blanket party. THIS is the most realistic depiction of brothers and the way they behave in this show yet. 
  • ugh fuck this stupid chennai-express-se-chori-kiya-hua-rasm. i’m just focussing on omki undressing his wife with his eyes. 😏😏😏
  • ugh fuck you shitty ajay. fuck off already. 
  • daaang, look at his sexy prasad eating, ala hrithik from k3g. 
  • “aap kyun aayenge?”
    “mere bina rasm kaise hoga, gauri?”
    “aisa nahi ho sakta.”
    “aisa HI hoga.” 

    • goddddd, his cockiness is realllllly getting me hot. 
  • ugh the way he’s looking at herrrrrrrrrrr. my heartttttt. 

poora hona qismat hai is adhoore qisse ki,
abhi mohabbat karni hai, humein humaare hisse ki. 


  • gauri, a far stronger and less fickle woman than me, still trying to hold strong. LOINS OF STEEL, MY GIRL. YOU HAVE LOINS OF STEEL. 
  • but look at her face. she can’t help but look the tiiiiiiiniest bit hopeful at his words, but she’s scared to even let herself hope. 
    • oh my baby. you’re going to get sooooooooo much khushiiiiiii. you’re gonna get both sexy shaayar hubs, AND YOUR LONG LOST SISTER WHO’S NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU AND LONGING FOR YOU. I AM SO SO SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUUU. 😭😭😭
  • anika is agonizing over her buddhi waali look ke aesthetics. 
  • and hubs is here to be an ass as always. girl, just kick him in the shin. 
    • or shove him out the room. that works too. fucking idiot. 
  • mwahahaha, ajay isn’t here yet to do the rasm.
  • lololol om’s face. man, try to hide the glee at least a litttle! 
  • dang, dilpreet straight up be like can i do it? what confidence. 
  • maaaaaaaaaaa approves. 

cocky little shit. 😂😂😂

  • lolololol gauri’s glare. she fully knows these fuckers have fucked with ajay. she ain’t no kachchi khilaaadi. usne bhi toh yehi sab khel khele the bhaujai ki shaadi ke waqt. 
  • lololol did they send rudra coz he’s the most incompetent and will waste the most time??? 
  • aaaaaand diljeet is here to romance with his auntyji. ab toh public mein bhi????? kuch toh sharam karlo! 
  • a random titli has appeared to steal him away! 
  • lmaoooooo anika has had absolutely enough of chicks hitting on her man. “dooob jaane ka mann karta hai toh doob jaa naa gande naale mein, ya kuwein mein! meri pati ki kanji aankhon se door reh samjhi, nahi toh khoon pee jaaongi!” 
  • these randommmmm fucking aunties are so annoying i want them to die already. 
  • lol maaaaaaa is so amazingly playing cupid today. i love it. 
  • gauriiiii be like “maaaaaa, et tu brutus!” 
  • i cannot and will not get over this one’s gleeful little smirk. 😍😍😍😍
  • official permission from the saas! get to work omki! 

(ok is this face pe blowing thing an official oberoi seduction move???? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔) 


  • oh shit lotsa angst for the 400th episode. 

Here’s my fic for DOQ Week - PDA.  Rated M (very M, but it’s me, you expected that, right?).  This can be enjoyed as a one shot, but is part of my Swingers verse fics, that you can find here.


It’s been a few months since they’d visited Mal in LA, and an unusually long time since they engaged in their activities.  

It had been merely a case of poor timing.  First Robin got a promotion at work, one that came with a steep learning curve, and he was pulling long hours before everything clicked into place.  By the time he did, Regina had come down with an awful case of strep throat.  Then Regina’s parents were in town, and they had that out of state wedding to attend…

So it’s been awhile, and in addition to missing Mal, they miss the wilder aspects of their love life that she always seems to bring out.

As luck would have it, Mal had to unexpectedly work a benefit on the night they arrived.  “It’s fine, the event won’t take all night. Meet me at Angels & Demons afterwards. I’ll duck out as soon as I can,” she had promised, while speaking to both of them on the phone.  She’d added a tiny quick little Miss you that hit Regina in the gut, and seems to have affected Robin in the same way.

There’s never any discussion as to whether or not they will all end up in bed together.  Mal’s never been much for pre-planned evenings. But Regina never considered finding a lifestyle club for the occasion, or trying to pick up a couple.  She misses Mal terribly, all of her, and would wager Robin does as well, if the way he keeps glancing around the club looking for her is any indication.  

“She could be late,” Regina says, when she sees him peruse around the room again.  Mal had told them that she may have trouble getting out of this event, after all.

“Right,” Robin agrees. “Sorry I just… it’s been awhile.”

“Excited?” Regina asks with a teasing smile.  “What do you expect to happen tonight, Mr. Locksley?”

“Oh, don’t play innocent, Mrs. Lockley.” He draws her in closer, ducking his head against the crook of her neck and breathing in deeply.  “You’re wearing her favorite perfume.”

Regina chuckles lightly. She’s caught, and might as well admit it. “I hope she doesn’t bring anyone else.”

“Want her all to yourself then?” Robin asks.  They are swaying lightly to the music now, hands looped around one another as they get closer.  

“I don’t mind sharing,” she replies softly, leaning in to press a soft, open mouth kissed to his neck. He moans.  “I just want to,” she scrapes her teeth lightly against the skin left damp from her kiss, “fuck her really hard.”  She hears his sharp intake of breath, and she grins triumphantly. She loves how she can get him riled up. “And I don’t want to suffer through boring introductions.”

Both their phones buzz then. Regina raises an eyebrow.  Robin laughs.  He checks his phone and sure enough, it’s a text from Mal.

She’s sent a picture of herself.  She’s in a gorgeous black dress with a deep vee that extends to her sternum, breasts lifted and separated and looking gorgeous.  Her hair’s in curly tendrils framing her face, her mouth is open, with a finger on her lips and she looks… incredibly sensual, ravenous, and… aroused.

A text follows.  

Stuck here a bit longer.  Don’t have too much fun without me.

Regina traces a finger around the image on Robin’s phone.  Mal’s tempting them, the picture is absolutely designed for that purpose. And it’s working.  It already has her imagining dipping a hand underneath the low neckline, freeing her gorgeous tits, and devouring her whole.  God, she can hardly wait.  And of course, that was what Mal had wanted with that picture.

“She wants to tease us, fine, lets tease her back,” Regina says with a smile.  She’s wearing a little silver dress, low cut and short.

She turns around and presses her back to Robin’s front.

“Touch me,” she begs, her phone out and camera on.

He does, one hand venturing underneath the hem of her dress just high enough to feel her panties, the other cupping a breast.  Despite it just being a show, he really does go for it, his hands massaging her curves, nimble fingers making her pulse with need.

Regina snaps a picture.

It’s a very… attractive looking picture.  A bit grainy and over developed, as is to be expected from the darkness of the club and shotty flash of the camera, but it’s flattering to her form, and Robin’s hands truly do look like they are in the middle of cupping and groping her.

She texts it to Mal with a message Had to start without you, hope you don’t mind.

That picture didn’t capture their faces, and she can tease Mal a bit more with one of those, so she spins in his arms, prepared to take a picture of them kissing or looking seductively into the camera.  

She sees that look in Robin’s eyes, and it throws everything off.  He’s biting that lower lip, eyes half-open and dark.  She knows that look.

“I think your plan has backfired,” he rasps into her ear.  “Now I won’t be able to wait.”

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Wanted (Wonho pt.1)

Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: Wonho/Shin Hoseok (Criminal/CEO), You (Federal agent)
Rating: PG-13 (for now ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Shin Hoseok, formerly known as “Wonho”, is a criminal-turned-business man with an outstanding record for law breaking. 

And you had a history with him. 

As much as you wished for the past to remain in the past, a recent high-profile crime suddenly forces you back into an unlikely partnership with the terribly charming and mysterious Shin Hoseok. 


Being a field agent was never a walk in the park, but it was only until three days ago did you realize that things have officially gone to shit. 

You can still recall your supervisor’s desperation as he spoke of a severe security breach, where private information of every leading politician in your country has been stolen in less than an hour

And that is just absolutely ridiculous and terrifying in the least.

Just more stress to your already stressful workload, and you knew it will only be so long before military secrets become exposed and the possibility of another civil war comes at stake. And this might just be the worst case scenario for you and your team, which means no clues, no leads, just all around nothing in regards to the perpetrator. Yes, you worked for the nation’s foremost security force, yet you had absolutely no idea about some petty hacker. Pathetic right?

But you weren’t completely out of options, or option, in this matter. It’s not one you’d ever wish to consider, and it certainly fazed you when the first person to pop into your mind was a man whom you wished to never see again. 

Shin Hoseok. A man whose reputation precedes him. That name itself has become some magic spell that leaves you with an adrenaline rush with a side of headaches. It’s not that you hated his guts, you simply loathed his…attitude. Perhaps it’s because you’ve bumped heads with him on too many occasions. And every single time, the way he’d look at you and crook his goddamn lips always left you in a baffling state of unrest. And that’s barely the tip of the iceberg for his risque behavior around you, a government agent.

In short, Shin Hoseok wasn’t just a handful. He was a unique one.

However, that was all in the past, and the former criminal moved on from dealing foreign weaponry to corporate marketing. A strange development in your opinion, but you were just glad for him to be finally off your case. Except that didn’t last long.

They say desperate times call for desperate measures. So here you are, sitting in a large office of a seven-story building that’s solely owned and conducted by the criminal-turned-businessman, Shin Hoseok. 

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Peace and Quiet

This is a Kai Parker/reader one-shot requested by @highklassbitches It was meant to be fluffier than is turned out. I have learned that I am not good a taking requests because I will end up writing whatever comes into my head and I am definitely not good at light smut. Sorry! (not sorry..I tried…I just can’t)

I had originally been working towards some sort of sweet ending but it took a hard left turn at some point.


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For once she was enjoying the afternoon sun, bearing down hot and bright. It was rare that she got any peace and quiet. Kai had been otherwise occupied all day, with what she didn’t know or care, as long as long as he wasn’t bothering her. Considering they were the only two people in this prison world, you would think it would be easy to get some space.  You would think that Kai wouldn’t pop up everywhere she turned. You would be wrong, because that was his specialty.

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Playing Platonic

Length: 2,520 words
Rating: PG-13 (for language, only)
Pairings: Zarry
Summary: Harry can handle being in love with Zayn. What he can’t handle is allowing himself to believe that Zayn might be in love with him, too.
Notes: This is for my darling whatwasthatbob because after seeing this gifset, I headcanoned at her and then she did that thing where she gets a bit scary and threatening and insists I write the thing. So I wrote the thing. It’s mostly just angsty and then schmoopy. Meep. There’s also every chance that I’ve timelined this wrong in terms of that interview and stuff that’s mentioned in the fic. It’s late, just go with it.

(Read on ao3)

What more could you want?

The words echo around Harry’s head as the interview comes to an end; the bright lights shut off and causing him to blink back white spots from his vision. Zayn is out of the door before the interviewer has so much as snapped her tablet closed, the door clicking shut in his wake.

If any of the other boys notice that something is off with their friend and bandmate, they don’t react. Louis is far more preoccupied trying to see how many empty water bottles he can balance on Liam’s head and Niall seems determined to clean out the snacks table before they’re ushered off. To the next bland hotel room, the next interview, the same questions, over and over, until their mouths could bleed with it.

Harry leaves without a word, then, hoping to find Zayn in the prep room that’s been set up for them at the end of the hall. He doesn’t need to go that far–he finds Zayn in the hallway, leaning against the wall. His head is tipped back, his eyes half-lidded. Harry can see his fingers twitching against his upper thigh. He looks as though he wants a cigarette but didn’t quite get so far as making it outside.

“Crowd’s out in force,” Zayn murmurs, by way of an explanation, tilting his head to one side to look at Harry. “Wasn’t much in the mood to see anyone.”

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The Rockstar

A/N: so this is the next installment of Rae’s sexual fantasies series, The Rockstar. The title is pretty self explanatory Rae has a fantasy of being with a Rockstar. Ok so my first fantasy The Mechanic was based on those s3 bts photos (the innocent days) and it looked like Nico was wearing blue overalls and it was speculated that Finn may be working in a garage with chop (that we never found out if it was right or not). So I wrote Rae and Finn acting out a fantasy of her being with a hot mechanic (will admit I’ve had that fantasy myself). So it was set in the time of s3 along with the follow up The Centurion both were written before s3 reared its ugly head. I wrote the fics thinking that after 18 months Rae and Finn would be comfortable with each other and more communicative as well but apparently s3 had other plans in the communication department or lack there of, so this series is now AU where Rae and Finn do communicate saying the “I loves you’s ” sooner in there relationship, taking place in summer 98. Sorry for this long intro but I felt I needed to explain. So the word count on this is 4465. Tagging for SMUT so if that is not your thing feel free to skip this  but I hope you enjoy it if that is your thing and an feedback is appreciated.

Tagging these lovely emus that have asked to be, just let me know if you no longer want to be tagged thanks.
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(so me and grossfandomstuff got chatting about the two plus one au - also known as that one where kirin and parv are married and have an apartment above strife and they all accidentally fall in love while trying to actually make strife look after himself - and then suddenly we had like 3k of chatting about it so. in lieu of there probably ever being fic of this, enjoy)

warnings for alcohol, smoking, very brief mentions of drug use as a aside, sex and D/s dynamics, bondage, safewording, and vague mentions of strife’s lack of self-care.

isis: Kirin and Parv the power couple of the city and Parv basically being a walking scandal and then Strife ah precious man bless his heart

isis: How did Kirin end up with a walking scandal punk like Parv tbh I’m sure tabloids rave about it

sparx: lbr he probably met parv at those clubs he slips away to and takes great steps for the tabloids not to find out about

sparx: pretty little thing in a dark corner that couldn’t care less about his money, is more interested in his dick

isis: Eyes him up and down with these dark eyes that peer over the edge of his drink

sparx: kirin drags him home (if you can call it dragging when parv goes so willingly) and the next morning decides he’d rather keep parv and parv is only too willing

sparx: they have an extended “courtship” with so many scandals you could write a book about it, and then marry in the biggest, fanciest ceremony that ends in parv getting drunk and probably doing something terrible like mooning the paparazzi

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