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PSA // The Element of Surprise…

I realize that my most favorite RP threads and players – are people who seem to get the element of surprise.

Going in one direction and instead – taking another route. It takes great trust in your mutual writer that they will take your muse’s hand and guide them down a path of terrifying discoveries and abject stunned silence in the unexpected. But when you do it? Oh god…

I personally thrive on these situations. Though it kills me not knowing, I really don’t want to know what your muse will do next or what element will be added into the scene.

We need more of this. We need to save our best secrets instead of letting our RP partners know what is about to happen.

Keep your good cards concealed and when it’s time to lay them out – when you’ve held onto them until the very last second – the punch they deliver is…monumental, to say the least.

Indulge in more of this. Become so consumed in the experience of the writing that you lose yourself within it.

“It’s Been a Long Time” Sentence Starters

Muse A and Muse B haven’t seen each other in years.  Put one of these sentences in my ask to have your muse react to seeing my muse again after such a long time.

  • “It’s been awhile.”
  • “I can explain.”
  • “You’re supposed to be dead.”
  • “How did you get here?”
  • “Please don’t leave me again.”
  • “I need you to tell me the truth about where you’ve been.”
  • “I never thought I’d see you again.”
  • “I’m so glad I’ve finally found you!”
  • “Whatever rock you crawled out from under, you should crawl back.  Now!”
  • “Well, look what the cat dragged in!”
  • “I never thought I’d be so happy to see you.”
  • “Do you remember me at all?”
  • “Why didn’t you let me know you were okay?”
  • “Well, fancy seeing you again!”
  • “I never stopped looking for you.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “I know you said you never wanted to see me again, but - ”
  • “Please don’t pretend like you don’t know me!’
  • “How dare you show your face around here!”
  • “What are you doing in a place like this?”
  • “You haven’t changed one bit.”
  • “Why did you just walk away like that?”
  • “Did you even stop to think about what your disappearance would do to me?”
  • “I know, I know - I’m supposed to be dead.”
  • “It’s a long story.”
  • “I-I’m sorry I left without saying anything.”
  • “I’m sorry I never contacted you.”
  • “Do - I know you?”
  • “Please don’t ask where I’ve been.”
  • “Miss me?”
  • “Please don’t let this be a dream.”
  • “How long have you been here?”
  • “Did you ever even try to look for me?”
  • “You said you’d never come back here!”
  • “Thank god I finally found you!”
  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she really means: did beca and chloe ever talk about the shower scene aside from that "well you saw me naked" comment from beca during hood night?? really do they make inside jokes about it or what? like what if one time at the bella house one of them accidentally saw the other naked??? do they make remarks like "oh you don't need to cover yourself beca there's nothing i haven't seen" or "chloe cmon do you really have to wear a shirt because we both know what's under that"?? did the real story ever leak to the other bellas??? has beca told jesse about it the whole time they're in a relationship?? does aubrey even know how the alt girl came to the auditions???? does anyone aside from tom know about the shower incident??1?!? am i the only one not okay not knowing these?!1!??
a masterlist of prompts and sentence starters
  • ☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella
  • ★: our muses stargaze together
  • ✈: your muse is going away for a time and says goodbye to my muse or vice versa
  • ❤: one of our muses says the first "i love you" to the other
  • ✿: your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa
  • ☤: my muse visits your muse at the hospital
  • ☢: your muse tells my muse that they need to break up
  • ☯: our muses have their first kiss
  • ❅: our muses have a snowball fight
  • ☠: my muse visits your muse's grave
  • ▲: how our muses first met
  • ➳: how one of our muses asked the other on a first date
  • ✌: our muses' wedding
  • ⌚: my muse proposes to your muse or vice versa
  • "Please don't leave me."
  • "I don't want to lose you, okay?"
  • "Because I love you!"
  • "And I thought I could trust you."
  • "I can't believe you forgot."
  • "What did you do this time?"
  • "We're going to get caught!"
  • "Kiss me."
  • "I'm sorry, I screwed up."
  • "I might be drunk."
  • "You look beautiful."
  • "That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore."
  • "Stop staring at me!"
  • "Please go away, you can't see me like this."
  • "Come on, dance with me."
  • "I need you. I need us."
  • "You can't just lead me on like that!"
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "Oh, I'm nothing special."
  • "Just don't forget me, okay?"
  • "You have to let me go."
  • "We'll get through this together."
  • "You're not alone, you know."
  • "Shut up! I hate you!"
  • "I wish this could last forever."
  • "Maybe I was right in thinking that I should never have even fallen in love with you."
  • "What would the world be like without you?"
  • "Why do you like me so much?"
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Shit, what did I do?"
  • [text]: Fuck you.
  • [text]: Where are you?
  • [text]: I'm sick.
  • [text]: I love you.
  • [text]: I wish I could be with you right now.
  • [text]: I'm at your door.
  • [text]: Is that all you care about?
  • [text]: Please stop talking about her/him.
  • [text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.
  • [text]: Don't even start.
  • [text]: Is that all I am to you?
  • [text]: Help me.
  • [text]: Wait, what happened?
  • [text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.
  • [text]: I miss you.
  • [text]: Good night.
  • [text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.
  • [text]: Tell me you didn't forget.
  • [text]: I've had such a bad day.
  • [text]: Don't talk to me ever again.
  • [text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.
  • [text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.
  • [text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?
  • [text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?
  • [text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much I love you.

A Sweet Proposal

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Title: A Sweet Proposal

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1,376

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I hope everyone is having a great Sweet Treat Saturday! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!!

This was requested by @riversong-sam: Gabe x Reader maybe where he asks dean and sam for advice on how to propose? love your work btw

You and Gabriel had been together for three years now.  He loved you more than anything in the world.  He loved everything about you.  He wanted nothing more than to make you his forever.  There was one problem; he couldn’t think of a way to properly propose to you.  If there was one thing that stumped the archangel, it was this proposal.

Gabriel walked into the kitchen early that morning, knowing you would still be asleep.  He had long become accustomed to your habits.  He also knew Dean and Sam would be awake and eating breakfast.

“Gabriel,” Sam spoke with a quizzical tone.  “[Y/N] isn’t awake yet, but you should know that.”

“Yeah Gabriel,” Dean chimed in.  “Why are you here so early?  Even Cas isn’t here this early in the day.”

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anonymous asked:

Congratz on your new blog! Finally someone else in the kpop fandom likes chubby things! I saw on your list that you like BAP soooooo... is there any way I could request BAP reacting to their s/o noticing they've gotten a bit softer and cuddling/playing with their new chub?

Awww, thank you Anon! Thank you for being my first ask! ^^ Sure thing, I love B.A.P. and that actually sounds hella adorable oh my gosh. >w<

Also note: Yongguk’s is also shorter, but I felt his was appropriate and didn’t need as much added on. ^^

Anywho, I hope this is okay~!

B.A.P Reacting to their S/O noticing they’ve gained weight and cuddling/playing with their new chub:


 "…Jagiya, what are you doing down there..?“ His voice was soft and curious, ending with a light chuckle as he tilted his head down to look at you. 

 "Nothing.. I see you’ve been eating well.” You mused, a knowing smirk on your own lips- You two had been cuddling on the couch, and you couldn’t help as you had been poking and patting you’re boyfriend’s now softer, more prominent tummy out of curiosity. Considering how lanky he had always seemed since the two of you had been together, this was an interesting (though certainly not unwelcome- development.) You witnessed a heated blush dust your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“Um.. y-yeah.. American food was very good.” He said simply, quietly, grin growing brighter despite his reddening expression. 

“I’m glad, I was worried about you taking care of yourself being so far away.. you look very healthy, Gukkie..” he looked at you, probably studying to tell if you were joking or serious. Regardless of that, you cuddled closer to him to which he readily complied, pulling you closer into his arms. You nuzzled closer to him, giving his softer frame a squeeze. “Plus you’re even better to cuddle now..” This was certainly the truth; he felt warmer and softer in your returned embrace, all the more to cuddle close to and reside within his arms. 

    He said nothing more, but he chuckled before he turned his face into your hair, feeling his grin grow even wider before he pressed his lips to your soft locks. “I’m glad you think so.. maybe I’ll keep it for you.”

Originally posted by gukkielover


     “Y/N-ah.. stop playing with my fat, I already know I need to lose weight.”  You two had been on a flight in a jet home together, alone where you had leaned close into his seat, holding a glass of champagne as you had found yourself cuddling him, subconsciously rubbing his rounder belly with your free hand in the process. He had gently pushed you away, turning away now, looking hurt to face the window.

     “Chanie…  I wasn’t doing that to remind you to lose weight. I was doing it because I like to- I like it when you’re soft..” you said just as gently, still in your seat beside him. He gave an unconvinced look and sighs. “You’re saying you like me when I look like a pig?”

     “You don’t look like a pig. You look handsome, just like you’ve always looked.” You said in a serious tone, taking his face in hand and turning him to look at you, a gentle hand cupping his chubbier cheek. “Please don’t be this way. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think.. I think you look lovely, I’m not worrying anymore about you not eating and over-exerting yourself. Aren’t I allowed to love you regardless of your size?” you argued, before reaching down once more and patting his belly again. “Besides, I like this. I really do like you like this.” He gave you an unsure look for a few moments, before he nodded slowly, trying to hide a smile. 

“You’re so kind Jagiya, that’s why I love you so.” 

     “That’s better.” You smiled brightly in return getting close once more and raising your glass again, holding it up to toast.”Now, let’s toast.. to my Himchan, for being a handsome man regardless of his size.”

      He smiled brightly and held his up in return- “To my Jagiya and her beautiful heart, for loving me without restriction.”   

Originally posted by himchangifs


   “Jagiya, what are you doing? That feels good..” your boyfriend smiled at you as the two of you had been out at lunch together for a little while now. You curiously had been squeezing and rubbing his tummy experimentally, not used to the soft, squishy abdomen your boyfriend was now sporting. Even if it was now a little more taut than usual from the meal.

   “Careful, the other members will say that your eating is catching up with you..” you teased with a wide grin, leaning over to place a kiss on his nose. 

   “So what? I like to eat, and I don’t see a problem with it.. I enjoy eating with you too much to worry too harshly.” he said before his face fell slightly. “Unless.. do you not like it? I can always start working out more again if you don’t.. If you liked my body better before I wish you would have said something..” his face seemed to be forming into a worried expression now, which you immediately tried to ease. 

    “No, that’s not it, not at all! I actually do like it, I really like it- I promise. I like seeing you happy and eating well, Dae.” you assured him, taking his free hand that wasn’t holding his chopsticks and giving it a reassuring squeeze. His face soon lost its worry and his relaxed smile was present once more. 

    “You… really like it?” he seemed almost confused for a small moment before his look changed from worried to mischievous. “Don’t sound too excited Jagiya. I may just have to eat more if you like it that much…” he teased, holding a piece of food out in front of you with his chopsticks accusingly before quickly popping it into his mouth with an amused expression. 

Originally posted by bapstime


     “Y/N. Don’t.” was all he said, pulling out of your grasp. You stared at your boyfriend lost; all you had done was walked up behind him and given him a hug around his waist, squeezing his tummy. You had noticed as you two had gone out to eat more often, he had started to soften, but of course you didn’t mind this. 

“Jae, what’s wrong?” you asked, voice thick with concern. He said nothing, but he did toss his phone towards you, flopping onto the bed before it could touch you. You glanced down at the phone, open was a photo the two of you had taken the other day, then you noticed the comments below it. 

“Oppa you look so big lately… what have you been eating?”

“Youngjae should get under control before Y/N leaves him.” 

You stared at the phone in shock, face twisting at the pure ridiculousness of such callous words. 

“Jae.. please don’t take those comments seriously.. I love you just as you are, I like soft men.” you said to him, straight and earnestly. He still didn’t look convinced, searching your face for any doubt or joking. You paused for a moment, before adding- “Besides, don’t you think if I didn’t like it I would’ve told you?”

   You didn’t give the boy a chance to answer- as you were too busy letting your hands duck down, and your fingers tickle his plush, newly soft sides. Youngjae couldn’t help but fall backwards onto the shared bed, laughing heartily and trying to pin your hands down to save himself from such a fest. Once he had finally caught your hands, pinning them to each side of him as you loomed over him, both breathing heavily and still giggling with gasps of air, he finally smiled and leaned up to kiss your nose. 

   “I- I’m still not sure how to feel about it. But if you really like it.. and if you’re here to make me feel this nice all the time despite those comments.. I think I could get used to it. Promise me you’ll always be here to cheer me up?”

Originally posted by daehyunsgiggle


     You had tried for a while to hide the fact that you really liked how your boyfriend Jongup was looking nowadays. His body was getting softer, rounder, and honestly you were doing everything you could to keep your hands off of it, just so you wouldn’t embarrass him or make him feel weird in any way. He hadn’t really outwardly acknowledged this change in his appearance, so you assumed he didn’t want it brought up. That doesn’t mean however, you didn’t get to touch at all. 

   You had found ways to sneak a few touches and grasps here and there; wrapping your hands around his waist when you passed him, snuggling up and spooning him in bed after he was asleep. This had been one of those times, where you had assumed he had drifted off by now, so you decided to go in and wrap an arm over his torso, resting it gently on his belly, fingers grazing the fabric of the shirt he was wearing ever so slightly. You had expected him perhaps to shift a little in his sleep, or make a soft noise. What you didn’t expect, was to hear right amidst the silence and darkness of the bedroom-

“Y/N, how come you only hold me like this when I’m asleep?” 

You froze, wondering and hoping to the heavens he was simply just talking in his sleep.. and that it just happened to be very accurate to what was happening. However, the light was switched on and your boyfriend now sat up in bed, propped up on his arms staring at you, clearly waiting for an answer. 

“I.. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable..” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

   “Why? Because I’ve gained weight? I thought at first it might make you uncomfortable too.. until I felt how much more you touched me after it had happened. Why is that? Do you like it?” he asked teasingly, leaning an arm forward and resting his head on his fingers with a knowing smirk.

   He let out a chuckle when your response was a roll of your eyes and tossed pillow in his face.  

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


The two of you had been spending a lazy day together, sitting on the floor as you had been flipping through a scrapbook. The book had been given to Zelo as a gift from you, including all of the photos of you two, him and his hyungs over the years the two of you had been together. You currently sat as he had resided behind you, longer legs wrapped around yours as your head and back lay comfortable in the space of his softer chest, his head resting on top of your own. Your hand traversed up his side and gave his plush side a squeeze, him initially pulling back a little.

“Are you alright?” you asked him, worried you had pinched him or hurt him somehow. 

“Look at me, Y/N. That photo there- I should still look like that.. everyone sees it. I’ve gotten fat.. why haven’t you left me yet?” his voice sounded suddenly hurt, and you were confused he could even ask such a thing to you over something so small. Immediately, you turned to face him.

    “No. Zelo, you look at me.” You took his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks slightly. “Believe me when I say, you look fine. Sure, you may have a six pack anymore but do you really think I’ve been here this whole time with you because of that? I love you for you, not for abs or fame or whatever else. I think you look just as fine now as you did then.”

 “.. Are you sure? Please be honest with me, Jagi. Do you really not mind it?” he asked, giving his body a wary glance before meeting your eyes again, eyes wide and vulnerable, almost like a puppy who knew it was going to be in trouble after doing something wrong.

     “It’s more than alright with me, it’s cute. I think you’re really cute, as if you weren’t cute enough already before.” you teased, nudging him playfully. Your precious maknae of a boyfriend couldn’t help but smile after that.  

     “Well.. if you really think it’s cute.. then maybe I can make use of it.” his voice perked up significantly, leaning his head to one side and feigning an innocent looking expression, though his smile revealed it was anything but pure. Perhaps you had made a mistake giving him the power of knowing just how much you enjoyed his new look. 

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact

Permanent starter call ;

        ? ? ?

Here’s the thing:

Drafts are just not doing it for me anymore. I’d much rather interact in a different way, for now at least. So I have decided that Kylo will be bugging people at random instead. I just need to know who is down.

So by liking this you are giving me the okay to come into your ask box at random and send memes or any randomness my muse sees fit.

I will be doing drafts as the mood strikes but for now, this is what I will be doing along with posting random memes myself. As always, feel free to send or reblog them. 

A Tricky Announcement

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Title: A Tricky Announcement

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 1,061

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This was requested by @ladysigyn221! I know it’s been a long time waiting, but wait no longer!! Think of it as my gift to you! I hope you all enjoy this one!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!!

When you found your brothers almost five years ago, they welcomed you into their life with open arms.  You never expected to meet an archangel so amazing that you would fall head over heels for him.  Every time you looked at Gabriel your heart flew into your throat and you were rendered speechless.  You loved everything about him, and he loved everything about you.  

However, your relationship was far from perfect.  You don’t know how you managed it, but for the last five years you had successfully hidden your relationship with Gabriel from Sam and Dean.  

You shut yourself inside the bathroom with your pregnancy test sitting in the box.  You stared at it for about ten minutes before you actually used it.  All you had to do was wait at least five minutes.  When those five minutes were up, your eyes widened at the stick in your hand.

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- How do you make your hair like this ?


No, seriously, everytime someone ask me this question … I don’t know what to answer. Afro hair is magic, it doesn’t need anything else. I go from pancakes hair when it’s wet to lionesscrowngodesscurlyfromanethatdefiesgravity when it’s dry. 

[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter 99)

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Warning: Very smutty.

Mark wraps his arms around me, nuzzling my cheek, his hair tickling my ear.

“Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.” He murmurs playfully. I grin down at the plates I’m drying off.

“Why is it such a turn on?” He muses before kissing my temple.

“I need to hit the gym again, I don’t want my belly popping out too much.” I say to myself. When I say that, his sweet touches completely stop. He pulls away from me and stands at my side, leaning his hip against the counter so he can stare at me.

“You’re going to let that belly pop out and give my child some space.” He declares.

“It’ll have plenty of space. The extreme buldge is unnecessary.” I retort. I just would like to be able to see my toes. If my belly pops out too much, it’ll hurt my back.

“Pregnant women are beautiful, Abby. Why would you want to conceal your stomach?” He asks me.

“I like baby bumps, but not when they are too big.” I explain. When I look up at him, his arms are crossed, his eyes grim and disapproving.

“I don’t like that.” He says, making me roll my eyes.

“I’m not going to spend all my days in the gym so I can have a flat stomach, I’m not crazy.” I say.

“This much, maybe?” I place my hand were I’d like my belly to stretch.

Mark opens his mouth, certainly to sclod me and express his disapproval, but before he can say anything, his phone rings.

Mark sighs, fishing it out of his jeans pocket. Even though it’s saving me from a lecture from dad to be Mark, I don’t like the fact that he’s been working a lot more during the past two days.

“Work.” Mark declares. He kisses my cheek before walking off.

“This discussion is by no means over, Abigail.” He says. When I turn around, I see him pointing a threatening finger at me.

“Whatever, money bags!” I call after him.

After I’m done with our plates and I put the dinner leftovers in the fridge, I grab a book and go sit on the deck of Amandine to read. Soon enough, I lose interest in it, getting bored.

I miss my husband.

I’m learning again how mad I am about him, how I need him with me. A single minute away from him breaks my heart. Since we’re married, or maybe since I’ve told him about the baby, I feel like I can really love him like I want to.

I miss him.

I know he has work to do, but it’s our honeymoon. I want to enjoy him as much as I can before we come back. I don’t want constant attention, but I’d like  to read my book in his arms.

I try to change into one of his T-shirts and nothing else, to see if his smell could comfort me, but soon enough I find myself throwing my book in the air and walking to his office.

I knock on the door and wait for authorization, hoping he’s not too busy.

“Come in.” Mark calls from inside. I open the door and find him looking up at me, a big pile of papers in his hand.

“What’s up?” He asks as I close the door behind me.

“I want a hug.” I say, walking around his desk.

He smiles, dropping his papers and sitting back in his seat. He welcomes me on his lap, wrapping his arms around me and tucking my head under his chin. I put my arms around him, engulfing his perfume. He’s warm.

“I was thinking.” Mark prompts. “I know you’ve been worried about Olivia and what she could do to us.” He says, a comforting hand sliding up and down my back.

I don’t want to think about Olivia. Even though we know she’s back in America, she still chases me in my dreams.

“I want you to enjoy our time here, and I know you can’t do that wih her around.” He murmurs.

“I try to.”

“I know, baby. I just thought it would be nice to find a way to guarantee you some peace for our honeymoon.” He muses. I move my head to look up at him, frowning.

“How do you want to do that?” I ask him.

“Maybe I could tell her she won and I’ll give in to whatever her demands are if she leaves us for the rest of our honeymoon?” He proposes shrugging.


My answer is immediate and categorical. We’re not going to be cowards, we will never let her win. Or even pretend to do so.

“We’re not going to give in. Never.” I declare.


“End of.” I cut him off, tucking my head back where it was.

“I don’t want to make you mad, Abby. I want to do this for you.” Mark sighs.

“I know. But I’m fine, really.” I murmur.

“You’re not.”

“Look,” I say, moving so I’m straddling him, my legs folded under myself on either side of him.

“I don’t want to fight.” I murmur.

“We’re not fighting.” He shurgs innocently. I put my hands on either side of his throat, my thumbs keeping his head up. I lean in, and he closes his eyes.

“If you say anything that makes me stop kissing you, then I’ll consider that as fighting.” I murmur against his lips. He groans, reaching down and squeezing my bottom.

“I’ll just shut up. Kiss me.” He says hurriedly.

Giggling, I seal my mouth over his, kissing him tenderly, my lips slowly shifting against his. He hums, wrapping his arms around me and hauling me close, our chests touching.

I push my fingers in his hair, kissing him more hungrily. My tongue seeks his, possesive and bold.

“God, Abigail-” He mutters against my mouth. I kiss his jaw line, his neck, all the way up behind his ear.

“We had sex like… four hours ago.” He says. Yes, we had a quickie earlier when I was peering down the hallway and jumped him when he stepped out of his office. But now I’m horny again.

“I can’t help it when you wear V necks.” I say, licking the shell of his ear.

“Reminds me of our early days. You always wore V necks.” I breathe in his ear, licking his earlobe, nipping at it and biting hard.

“Aaaah…” He shudders against me, his hips bucking and grinding up into me.

“I thought suits turned you on.” He says, his voice tight.

“They do.” I murmur, kissing him down his throat. I slip my hand under his T-shirt, finding his warm and soft skin, his muscles rolling beneath my fingers.

“Everything turns me on on you, I’m just finding excuses. I’m horny again.” I admit, running the tip of my tongue up his throat, my thumb finding the flat disk of his nipple. I breathes harshly.

“You’re so horny lately.” He observes. I catch his lower lip between my teeth and tug.

“Isn’t it good?” I ask, gazing down at him. He takes my hips in his hands, holding me down as he thrusts up against me. The rough, buldging fabric of his jeans rubs against my clothed heat.

“Interrupting me during a conference call and giving me a blowjob when Jimmy and Letitia are listening is not good.” He mutters, his eyes dark and blazing. I move my thumb over his nipple repeatedly, rolling my hips against his.

“You didn’t stop me.” I breathe against his mouth.

“You were so hungry for it.” He mutters. God, I was.

“Do you know what I’m really hungry for?” I ask seductively, running my hand up and down his torso. He shakes his head, watching me intently.

“Some spanking.” I tease, nipping at his lips.

“And maybe some choking.” I add. When I see his expression turning into one of discomfort, I pull away from him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

“Nothing.” He says quickly, pulling my face down to his to kiss me. I dodge him, my libido collapsing.

“You don’t want to spank me?” I ask, trying to sound seductive.

“Hm?” He acts as if he hadn’t heard me. I deflate.

“So there’s a reason why you haven’t been so dominant with me lately.” I mutter. He squirms in discomfort, his face giving him away.

“What is it?” I ask him. I thought it turned him on.

“Is it because I’m pregnant?”

“What? No.”

“Something changed since you learned about the baby. I thought I was being crazy.” I say to him.

“It’s not the baby, okay?” He says, running his hands up and down my arms in a reassuring manner.

“I just- I don’t want to screw this up.” He confesses.

“You still think I can’t take it?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“I find what we have now perfect. You, me, the baby, the new house, it’s all I need. I don’t want to add my dominating tendencies to the mix.” He explains.

“I know you’re okay with them, but they can cause trouble.” He adds.

“What about what I want, then?” I pout.

“What do you want?” He asks, authority in his voice.

“I love being submissive in bed.” I muse, tracing a finger down his torso.

“You are naturally submissive. The spanking and choking and ties are just extra.” He responds.

“But you can submit in many other ways.” He says, sneaking his arms around me and pulling me close.

“How?” I smirk. He reaches down and plays with the flesh of my ass.

“How about you carry that glorious ass to the kitchen and make me a sandwich?” He proposes.

“Remind me why I married you?”

“Because I put the toilet seat down.”

“Best hubby.” I snort.

“I know. You’re a cool wife too.” He says, and we bump our fists. I kiss him again, not forgetting that we were going to have a sexy time before we changed topics. I’m not going to ask him to spank me or tie me up any more. He’ll do it when he’s ready.

“I have work to do, baby.” He says as I nip and bite his neck. Work, work, it’s always work. I want my husband for my self. I’m hormonal and horny.

“Just a quickie. Just to get myself off.” I beg, taking his face between my hands and kissing him passionately. He kisses me back, one hand sliping under my T shirt and settling on my back, cradling my spine in the warmth of his open palm.

I grind down on his erection, feeling his hard shaft against me, hardening my the second. Thinking about how it tastes inside my mouth, how it feels inside me, he stretches me out just right.

“Let’s go to bed.” I beg breathlessly, throwing my head back. I arch onto his touch, bringing my body closer to his.

“I need to read this contract through.” He protests.

“You’ve been working all day.” I whine, rolling my hips slowly.

“I know, I’m sorry. But I have to do this for tomorrow. It’s the first big contract since I bought Ros’s shipyard.” He argues. I ignore him, starting to kiss his neck again, trailing my tongue across his skin.

“You work too much.” I mumble into his skin. I bite down on the spot where his shoulder.

“Abby.” He groans.

“I want you.” I whine.

“And I want you too, baby. But if I let you take me to bed, I’ll never finish this.” He says, tearing me away from him. I pout, the ache between my thighs making me impatient. I lift the hem of my T-shirt, enough to reveal the front of my red laced thongue.

“I wore your favorites.” I say teasingly. Mark looks down at my panties, his fingers digging into my hip bones.

“Alright, fuck it.” He mutters. He places his hands on my waist and picks me up effortlessly and sits me on his desk, next the pile of documents on the side.
I giggle in delight, impatiently waiting for gratification, my blood starting to pump faster inside my veins.

Mark seals his lips over mine, his kiss slow and sensual. He runs his hands up my thighs, my hips and my waist until he’s cupping my face, holding me still as he takes my mouth. I put my hands on his waist, holdinhim close, letting him guide and dominate the kiss.

I’m breathless and hungry when he pulls away and this familiar tingling sensation starts around my center. I throw my head back as his mouth moves to my neck and he kisses me, his tongue brushing against my skin in soft licks.

He pushes me down on the desk until I lay flat on it. His hands slide under the fabric of my T-shirt and he pushes it up enough to expose me completely, I can feel the bulge in his pants growing against me as he takes my breasts in his hands, his lips never lingering against my neck. He fondles, palms, massages them and a strangled moan escapes my mouth when he takes my nipples between his thumb and index.

“Mark.” My fingers tangle in his hair as he pinches them and they harden under his expert touch. The feeling is addicting, simulating, my hips buck up against his groin, searching for more friction. He gives my breasts, strong, rhythmic squeezes, matching the slow licks of his tongue against mine as he kisses me again.

He groans as I start to circle my hips onto his, his bulge pressed against my clit. I dig my heels in his behind, hauling him clause, as I rub away the reverberation of the sensations his fingers give me.

He steps back a bit and I whimper at the loss of friction. He moves down and he kisses the valley between my breast before wrapping his lips around one of my nipples. He sucks, licks, teases and

“Oh!” Bites me. I close my eyes, flexing my fingers in his hair and focusing on the mindless pleasure attacking me. I need more.

“Mark, please.” I beg. He gets the message and his mouth moves further down, and I’m burning with desire and anticipation, I feel the tortuous journey of his lips, across my belly, down to my navel. I know what he’s about to do, and the thought makes me listless and aching for him.

He hooks his fingers around the waistline of my scandalous panties and they come off agonizingly slowly, finding their place on the ground. He kisses my leg, from my knee, down to the junction of my thigh, and I think by the time he kisses me where I need him I’ll have come twice already.

Next I feel his tongue on me, as he licks my slit on its length, parting my lips, and my reaction is involuntary, I buck my hips up, groaning my approval. He starts his sweet torture, gently blowing air onto my sex. He knows I’m sensitive and yet he takes pleasure toying with me, teasing me. He starts to devour me, sucking on my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

“Yes.” I gasp. God, I love the feeling of his lips on me. My fingers immediately curl in his hair and I start to circle my hips onto his mouth.

“More.” I whimper, starting to get closer to the edge, and his teeth sink into my skin, and it’s like an electric shock.

“Ah!” I cry out, did he just bite me? He licks some more and repeats the process.

“Mark!” I mewl. I’m starting to saturate with pleasure. It feels so good, I don’t want him to ever stop, his mouth, his tongue, I’m helpless.

“Fuck!” I cry out. I’m a stroke away from letting go, and he’s still torturing me. I’m carving for him, I need more, I need him.

“Mark, wait.” I pull at his hair and stop the torture, I’m breathing heavily. He moans against my skin, kissing me before looking up and locking his burning eyes with mine. I gaze down at him in awe, the sight of his handsome face better my legs making my blood sing

“I want you.” I breathe. He turns his head to the side and catches the flesh of my inner thigh between his teeth. I whimper.

“If I make love to you now, I’ll never finish my work.” He murmurs before biting me again, his tongue darting over my skin.

“Please.” He shakes his head no, and I open my mouth to beg again but I’m cut off by him pushing a finger inside me, knocking the air out of my lungs.


He groans, thrusting his finger in and out of me at a steady pace. I beg, and his lips close around my clit once more. Small ripples make my sex tremble and clench around his finger.

He pumps his finger in an out of me while teasing my clit with his skilled mouth and it all becomes too much to take.

“Mark!” I gasp and tighten my grip around his hair. My sex aches deliciously, my insides melting around his finger, my clit throbbing against his tongue. Everything tightens inside me.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” I moan, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave. I writhe, grinding against his tongue and riding his finger, my mouth falling open, the filthiest sounds coming out from the back of my throat.

Mark doesn’t stop torturing me, keeping his evil mouth attached to my abused clit.

“Please. Please.” I beg, my legs closing themselves around him without my consent. He pulls his finger out of me and parts my thighs, keeping them spread as he rubs his tongue back and forth against me.

“No more… please… aaah…” I wail incoherently, my clit feeling abused.

“Had enough?” He asks, pulling away from me, finally granting me some rest. Everything loosens, my fingers slip out of his hair, my arms falling down at my sides.

“Yes.” I sigh, recovering.

“Are you sure?” He asks teasingly, his thumb starting to circle my clit. I whimper, everything tensing again. I can’t take it.

“Please…” I breathe. He ignores be deliberately, two of his long fingers pushing inside me. Air brutally starts to miss again. My mouth falls open, my back arching off the wooden surface of his desk.

“Oh god, please.” I groan, sensations attacking me everywhere. Mark curls his fingers, rubbing that keen, tender spot inside me that has me building instantly. His thumb comes down to my clit again, adding more tingles to the mix.

“Aaah… I can’t - fuck…”

He kisses his way up my body, his tongue skimming over my skin, across my stomach and between my breasts. He puts his free hand next to my head, his mouth latching on my neck.

I’m speechless, words caught up in my throat, my heavy and laboured breathing fills the room, my hips bucking onto his touch. I ride his hand, his fingertips never stopping rubbing that spot inside me.

Just like that, I’m coming again, writhing under his scrunity as he towers over me, eyes burning with lust and desire.

There’s this thing he has about watching me come. It’s an absolute turn on for him.

His hot gaze pins me down, and I’m unable to look away. I come and come, my mouth hanging open, my brows furrowed, almost in pain, my hips swaying.

I’m coming for him, looking into his eyes, showing him how good he makes me feel. He catches his lip between his teeth, watching me intently.

“God, I love watching you come.” He says, his voice hoarse. I know he does. I know he loves watching me writhe fore him, come for him.

Knowing how much it turns him on, how much I love coming for him, I can’t help the yielding longing that creeps up on me.

“Fuck me.” I moan, still riding his fingers. I can see his eyes darken.

“Let me come for you again.” I beg. He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to my mouth. I take his hand and suck on his fingers, tasting my arousal on him. It’s silky and salty.

He removes his finger and pulls me up, wrapping his arm around my waist and hauling me against his chest, crashing his lips into mine. I moan into the kiss. His lips taste of me too.

I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling at it and biting his lips hungrily. He lets me go and reaches down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His erection springs free between my legs, throbbing against my slit. He breaks away from me, wrapping his hand around his already leaking cock, guiding it towards my entrance.

He pushes himself inside of me, filling me up and stretching me out deliciously, opening me up, the friction and the feeling of fulness so fucking gratifying. I groan, throwing my head back, leaning on my hands.

“You’re always so fucking tight.” He mutters, stilling inside me. He’s so deep it’s almost painful. Slithered to the hilt inside me, making me weak and hungry.

“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.” I beg. I don’t care anymore, I just want him to fuck me. I want to come for him.

Mark slowly slips out of me, unhurried, and all my muscles clench and grip him tight, not wanting to let go. He slamms back inside me, making me cry out.


He starts pounding on, hard and fast, his shaft gliding smoothly against my walls, craming me full, the friction exquisite.

“You feel so good inside me.” I groan, reaching up and putting a hand on his neck. I look down at the place where our bodies connect, watching him fucking me.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I moan. Mark reaches up and cups my breast, squeezing it hard as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Touch yourself for me.” He rasps. I groan squeezing my eyes shut.

Touching myself is still taboo for me. I’ve done it before, in the heat of the moment when Mark asked me to, but it’s not something natural for me. I can count on my 10 fingers the number of times I’ve touched myself in front of Mark, and on one hand the number of times I’ve masturbated.

“Come on. Play with that clit for me.” He insists. I cry out, throwing my head back, one hand reaching down between my legs.

My own fingers find my clit, and I start to circle it fast. My hips buck up onto my my own touch, more sensations surging. God, that feels so fucking good. His cock inside me, my fingers massaging my clit, it makes my sex contract instantly.

“That’s it. So fucking tight.” Mark growls, his hips working even faster. I know he’s watching, enjoying seeing me touching myself. I’m all sensations, spakrles of electricity traveling straight to my core.

I listen to us, the sound that we make when he thrusts inside me. Between how wet I am and how hard he is, the filthy noises alone are enough to push me closer to the edge. My toes curl, my hips jerking.

“Oh, fuck. Oh my god, it feels so fucking good.” I moan breathlessly.

Mark’s grip around my hips tighten, a telltale sign of his growing pleasure. I’m still amazed by how crazy I can make him. I look down between my legs, watching him plunge in and out of my dripping heat, his shaft glistening, my hips grinding on him, my fingers moving faster.

“You’re so deep… so fucking deep…” I whisper, the lewd sounds, images and sensations turning my mind into a blur.

“Abby.” He moans, his figers digging into my skin. “Goddammit.” He groans, his hips jerking up, his thrusts sloppy. I moan, biting my lip, my hips chasing his. I look up at him, finding his smoldering eyes glued on mine, sweat breaking on his forehead.

“I’m gonna come.” I warn, a begging edge in my trembling voice. Mark’s eyes visually darken, his thrusts growing more erratic.

“You’re gonna come fore me?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Yes. I’ll come for you, only for you.” I plead. He groans, reaching up and pushing his thumb between my parted lips. He slips it inside my mouth, and I suck hard, my legs starting to shake.

He pulls it out and reaches down again, his wet thumb replacing my fingers against my clit.

“Ah!” I cry out, staring into his eyes. He watches me, his thumb drawing small circles against my clit. I reach out, my mouth falling open, my hand flying in all directions.

I slap my hand against his shoulder, scratching him through the fabric of his T-shirt.

“Come fore me, Abby. Come on.” He says me.

I let go, all sounds ripped out of my throat, leaving me silent and yet in a frenzy, writhing against his cock and his fingers as my orgasm hits me. The sensations border on pain, my insides melting around his hard length. His fingers scratch the skin of my hips as he watches me, the pain making it even more intense.

His breathing quickens, his brow furrowing.

“You’re making me come.” He moans against my lips. “God, you’re making come.” He whispers. He comes violently, his face contorted in pleasure, his orgasm making mine roll on even longer.

I collapse onto his desk, breathless and sweaty. Mark lays on top of me, pouring himself inside me.

We stay like this for a long moment, slowly coming down from our highs. He tells me I’m beautiful, that he loves me, that I’m his everything and he’ll always protect me and our baby. I hold him close to me, his words sinking in.

“It’s crazy how you’re the submissive one but always have your way with me.” He muses, gazing down at me, his lips brushing against mine. I grin.

“I’m topping from the bottom.” I retort. He chuckles before kissing my nose

“Don’t tell anyone.” He says. He straightens his back, taking my hands and pulling me up with him, his T-shirt rolling down and covering me back again. In the process, he slips out of me, glancing down at the edge of his desk.

“What a mess.” He remarks. I bite my lip, secretly loving the sight of the traces of our sexy time.

A giggle escapes me.

“You little minx.” He says, looking up at me. “Let me get something to clean you up.” He prompts before kissing me. I watch as he exits the room, his jeans hanging low on his hips.

I say in the same position, leaning on me hands, waiting for him, and take a glace at the clock on the wall. I realize we’ve been going on at it for almost an hour. Mark comes back with no T shirt and sweatpants, a wet cloth in his hand.

I growl inwardly. Why does he have to look so good when I know damn well he’ll say no if I ask for one more round?

“It was supposed to be a quickie. I’m sorry.” I murmur as he gently cleans up the remains of himself on me and his desk.

“It’s okay. I missed you today.” He replies.

“I missed you too.”

When he’s done, I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest.

“You’re really working too much.” I pout. He kisses the top of my head and picks me up in his arms, sitting back down on his chair and settling me on his lap.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I’ll take you out before the gala, we can eat wherever you want, okay?” He proposes.

“I’m looking forward.” I warn, looking up at him.

“You can.” He kisses my lips and grabs his papaers, going back to work.

I look at the contract he’s holding, it’s thick and written in small characters, so many words I don’t understand. But it’s hypnotising, trying to keep up with what he’s doing. Watching him work is better than being alone in bed. My eyelids are getting heavier.

I feel so good in his arms, he’s warm and the rising of his chest as he breathes rocks me, lulls me to sleep as he reads silently, highlighting things from time to time. His embrace is soothing. I nuzzle his neck and smell his perfume, he smells heavenly. I could almost drift to sleep…

“Abby, baby.” I feel his hand on my arm and open my eyes, I didn’t realise I was sleeping.

“Go to bed, baby.” He says softly. I don’t want to leave, I’m fine here. I make myself even more comfortable in his lap, placing my head right above his heart.

“You have a lot of work left?” I ask him.

“A dozen pages. Go.”

“For tomorrow?”

“Yes. Go to sleep now.” He murmurs. I gaze up at him and he eyes me back. Am I bothering him?

“What?” He asks.

“Nothing, I love you.”

He grins.

“And I love you too. Please Abby, be an angel and don’t stay up for me, go to sleep. I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.” He says. It’s a plea, now I know I’m disturbing him, but he’s too sweet to say it.

“Please Mark, be an angel and don’t work too late, come to bed before midnight. I don’t like sleeping without you.” I plead sincerely, my words mirroring his, and he smiles sleepily, nuzzling my hair. Now I see he’s tired, and I don’t want to bother him. It’s my fault if he’s exhausted, and he has work to do. Me and my damned libido. I might kill him one day.

“I’ll try. Go away now, you’re distracting me.” He kisses me and I force myself to leave.

“Should I make you some cofee?” I ask, turning to him.

“That would be nice.”

“Okay” I reply. I quickly make him a thermos of coffee and go to bed.

I slip into the oversized bed and the atmosphere is different, I feel cold, empty, lonely even. I pout in the dark. This won’t do, I pick up my phone.

“Cold bed, lonely without you, please be quick ” His reply is surprisingly quick.

“Stop distracting me. I love you.”

I sigh, curling myself into a ball and forcing myself to sleep. Another ring of my phone makes me open my eyes. I take a quick glance and see it’s a message from Olivia. I was forced to save her number so I can keep track of her shenanigans. The text says:

“I won.”

For a brief moment, I’m intrigued by the fact that right after Mark proposes to let her think she won, she tells me that she did. But I quicky realize it’s just a coincidence. Mark wouldn’t do this against my will.


“You’re not having much fun, are you?” Mark asks as I do my best to cover up a yawn.

“No one speaks english.” I complain, taking a sip of my non alcoholic cocktail.

The gala is packed, the music is good, the drinks are amazing, but I can’t socialize because everyone only speaks French. So I’m condemned to be Mark’s arm candy for the night, which is something I hate. I think Mark is having a good time, though I’ve seen him more active and lively.

It’s alway fascinating to see him get contacts and make deals with complete strangers. He always gets what he wants, which doesn’t only apply to his work. He told me the key is to listen to others, and that’s what he does, he listens to them speaking and then whispers something in their ear. 90% of the time, the man pulls back and the discussion finishes with a smile and a handshake.

“I’m hungry.” I add. I want shrimps. I want them really badly.

“Dinner will be served soon.” Mark says. I hope soon is right now.

“After that we’ll leave.” He promises, and I agree. The song in the ballroom ends, morphing into another, slowler one.

“Shall we dance?” Mark asks me, offering me his hand. It makes me smile. I slip my hand in his, and leads me over to the dancefloor.

He pulls me close to him and makes me swing from side to side, his cheek against my temple.

“I can feel your baby bump against me.” He says to me.  “I love it.”

I look up at him, grinning.

“You’re excited about this baby, aren’t you?” I murmur. He gazes down at me, smiling fondly.

“You can’t know.” He replies. “Can’t wait to meet my Prune Thomas.”

“I’m not calling my-” I’m cut off by his lips hovering over mine. He chuckles while kissing me, making me giggle. Butterflies fly around in my stomach.

“We shouldn’t kiss in front of everyone.” I say against his mouth. His lips move to my ear, and he bites it playfully.

“You look beautiful.” He says into my ear. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, hiding my blush from his eyes. I’m literally melting in his arms. He can save any boring society function just by talking to me.

The song finishes way too soon, and I’m cruelly brought back to reality.


Mark and I both turn our heads to the side, finding a woman smiling at my husband, a hand on his shoulder. She beams at him, her red lips stretching across her face. Her blond hair is gathered on one side of her head, falling down in a cascade. Her eyes are even bluer than mine.

“Melissa.” Mark recognizes her, beaming back at her and grinning from ear to ear. They laugh in pleased disbelief, and I watch, uncomfortable, as he takes her in his arms, hugging her.

The strong pang of jealousy that I feel makes my stomach hurts. I’ve never seen him so handsy with a woman, so happy to see someone.

“I can’t believe it’s you, it’s been so long.” The woman says, pulling away from him and holding him at arms length.

“Over fifteen years, yes. Pleasure to see you.” Mark’s eyes are twinkling. I don’t like that.

“Oh, wow. You’ve become such a handsome man.” She says, inspecting him from head to toe. This handsome man is mine, bitch.

Mark finally turns to me, taking my hand in his as she lets him go. I’m fuming inside. Never in my life have I felt so jealous. It’s the first time I’m jealous of the attention he gives to a woman.

Mark got me used to polite hugs and a lot of distance. Even with our female friends he’s not like that. I hate this woman. Who the fuck is she anyway.

“Melissa, let me introduce you my wife, Abigail.” Mark says to her, waving towards me. She addresses me a warm smile, stretching her hand out to me.

“Nice to meet you.” She says. I force a smile and shake her hand.

“Abigail, this is Melissa.” Mark says, turning to me. “Or, as you know her, Mrs Cooper.”

First of all… I’m a cat person so this is a little hypocrisy on my part. Second of all, enjoy this beautiful picture of Cody with an animal other than Athena who always seems keen on blinding him.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Prompt: Theo fluff maybe smut? Maybe with him being a cat person and you being a dog person it leads to a slight silly argument between you too and he thinks you look really cute when you’re angry&defending dogs and it leads to sweet smut and maybe they compromise and get both and the pets are like best friends and really cute and protective of each other like her and Theo’s relationship? And imagine being married to Theo and talking about having kids.

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Raindrops [3/8]

(( Superhero AU for owynsama! ))

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What’s the difference between a civilian, a hero, and a villain?

There isn’t one.


For the first time in several weeks, Alfred was present at the headquarters, staring down at the photographs spread out over the sheen of a metal table as though the future of the known world relied on their significance. He swallowed, brushed a few old print outs aside, and traced his finger over the grey scale image of a young boy’s face.

“He was such a cute kid.” Elizaveta commented, leaning over to stare at the picture. “He looks so innocent.”

“Yeah…” Alfred admitted, thumbing the page for a moment before retracting his hand. A much younger Arthur’s face frowned out from the paper, looking slightly annoyed. It fit him so much.

“He could have actually loved you, you know.” She pointed out gently. “It might not have all been a lie.”

Alfred shook his head. “That’s not why I’m doing this.”

“Oh, I know. You’re just doing this from the goodness of your heart, right? A sense of justice? Saving those in danger? Absolutely no conflict of interest there…” Elizaveta lilted.

He glowered at her.

She patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re human.”

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Bloodlust [Taste] + CS Fanfiction

The first in a series of soon to be smutty one shots about vampire Killian Jones and the woman he can’t stay away from.

Rating: T for this one, but it’s going to heat up fast, folks.
Word Count: 5,558

Midnight. That’s exactly what the clock read as the steam finally settled in her cup of tea, the mug beaming dark red as she stared out her bedroom window. The sky was painted with a myriad of faded stars and a clouded over moon, one that was nearing its fourth consecutive lunar eclipse said the news earlier that evening. Emma didn’t know much about astronomy - only what she’d heard recently about such phenomena actually - but those with a more extensive knowledge were predicting a ‘blood moon’ in the coming weeks. Oh, what a sweet sound of irony that phrase brought to her ears.

She shifted in her seat next to the bay window, pulling the too large thick coat tighter around her shoulders. Its warmth matched that of the blanket marvelously, the black fabric contrasting with the deep red quilt in a tribute to the color that had been filling her mind all day. Well, that hue and the chaotic blue color she’d seen in a familiar pair of eyes. She wondered what shade they’d be if he was there now.

A shiver shook her body as she lifted her hand to the slightly sore place on her neck, the expanse of skin marked by the owner of that cobalt stare. The flaws were faint, two identical indents piercing the space just below her ear. She’d run her touch over them several times since it had happened, usually during one of those multiple moments where she wished she had reacted differently. She’d had plenty of regretful thoughts since he’d vanished into the dark night only days ago. A sigh left her lips and she winced for more reasons than one.

It had been two days - well, more like two nights since she’d seen him. The realization was a cold and empty one that prompted her to toy with the collar of the black coat currently keeping her warm. God, that damn jacket even smelled like him. Of course, that was probably the reason she’d pulled it on when darkness fell. It was a poor substitute for his faithful company though and yes, it probably wasn’t wise, but she wanted to see him - deadly as the decision to do so might be.

Emma couldn’t remember how everything had happened, the way her life had become so quickly intertwined with his much more complicated one. She wasn’t sure during which particular instance she had allowed herself to be so okay with him - with who he was and more so with what he was. Every moment since she’d woken up to his startling blue eyes had been unbelievable, but it was true - he was a man who wasn’t supposed to be real, but somehow and rather supernaturally was.

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itxstartswithino:You have been my bae for the longest time and I will always be here for you if you need someone to help you through something. You’ve helped me through one of my worst times and I can’t thank you enough. I love your portrayal of Ino also, I can’t wait to do daddy/daughter thread on my Inoichi.

shxnaro: TWINNNN <3 ily okay? You’re such an amazing person. You’re talented, sweet, intelligent, and you bring justice to any muse you play. I really am glad to have met such an awesome person like you. If you ever need anything I’m here.

msharuno: You are a sweetheart and I don’t know what I’d do without seeing you on my dash everyday. You bring a smile to my face and your portrayal is flawless. It’s like I’m watching the real Sakura by Kishimoto (only no 699/700). ily <3

hanaosakaseru: You are a beyond amazing person with a beautiful heart and soul. Your portrayal of Ino is one to admire and I’m very happy we were able to meet. I look up to you as an editor and writer ♥

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149,600,000 km

Okay, this one doesn’t actually have any particularly impressive light puns in it, which is sort of saddening.

This is part three in the Speed of Light series, and is preceded by 299,792458 m/s and Ultraviolet.

(not-so-vague implications of Nico/Will, Nico POV)

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End of the Weekend Blues Fic Recs Volume 6

 It’s that time of the week again, Lovelies! I would normally post this later but I’ve got some plans with a friend of mine and I wanted to make sure I actually got it out on a Sunday this week! You’re all beautiful and amazing and I’m sorry my blog has been so dead these past few weeks! When I get home, I’ll be working on fixing that! Back to the point of this post: Enjoy all of these amazing pieces of work!! Be sure to REBLOG THE FICS THEMSELVES and add comments or tags so your authors can know how appreciated they are if you enjoy them! Likes are beautiful but reading comments on our fics? That’s every author’s favorite part! :)

1.) I Love You, Asshole by @balthazars-muse Sam hears something interesting between Dean and the reader. He wants to know what really happened. DeanxReader (Not gonna lie, this one was pretty funny. I really enjoyed it and, of course, couldn’t pass up putting it on my list! It’s a great read!!)

2.) Everything’s Gonna Be Okay by @fingersinsamshair​  “I promise you, everything’s gonna be okay.” Dean comforts an upset reader. DeanxReader (This one was sad but very cute and I loved every second of it. Fingers, take all the time you need to but just so you know, I’m glad you’re back and that you’re doing better!!)

3.) I Need You by @rizlowwritessortof (aka @rizlow1)  You screwed up, Sam got hurt, Dean’s pissed and you aren’t handling it very well. DeanxReader (Yet another AMAZING piece by Riz. Seriously, if you’re not following her or her writing blog then you’re totally missing out! This one, as usual, is freaking awesome and you should go read it!)

4.) Lord of the Lies by @twowaywardorphansjournal (aka @beakaleak32) The reader and Dean sit down to watch Lord of the Rings. Reader figures out something about Dean while they do so. DeanxReader (This one was so god damned cute I almost had to go to the dentist to get my teeth sorted out from all the sweetness. I love it! Go read it! Beaks doing wonderful, as always!)

5.) You Deserve to Be Loved by @theychosefamily67 (aka @sammit-janet)  Imagine telling Sam that he is strong and he is worthy of love when he confesses to you that he thinks he’s a screw up and feels worthless. SamxReader (Another great one from my fic rec’s resident Sam!girl! This is exactly what everyone, even us Dean!girls, wish we could tell Sam. He deserves to be loved no matter what he thinks of himself! Go read it!)

6.) Playing in the Rain by @winchestersandwordprocessors  A stranger named Dean stumbles into the motel where you work one afternoon during a rainstorm. DeanxReader (Okay so this one is the one that was REALLY supposed to be on last week’s but for some reason, I doubled up and put Strip Poker on there again??? I think my subconscious was just telling me that I enjoyed Strip Poker that much! Either way, both of them are AMAZING so go read them!)

7.) Love Letters by @coltsandquills (aka @skidaddle-o3o)  A love story, told from the point of view of your mailbox. DeanxReader (Okay this one is freaking adorable and absolutely amazing. I know I sound like a broken record but really….Krissa has yet again written something great!)

8.) Teach me to Play by @mrs-squirrel-chester (aka @mamapeterson)  During a rare, relaxing night out with Sam and Dean, imagine Dean teaching you to play darts. DeanxReader (Who doesn’t love the thought of Dean teaching them to play darts? I don’t know anyone who doesn’t. This one is awesome and I loved every second of it! Go read it! Go go go!)

9.) The King’s Throne by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog  Demon!Dean wants to have sex on Crowley’s throne just to screw with him. Demon!DeanxReader (Okay seriously, this list would NEVER be complete without Mimi so let’s put the best of both worlds together: Mimi’s amazing writing AND a demon!Dean fic. It can’t get much better than this! It’s AMAZING and if you haven’t read it, you’ve missed everything that’s good in this world.)

10.) The Lady of Khaneya by @inkandheart (aka @femmedplume)  Prince Jaeger Tochfyr at sea, on his way to be sold as a slave. Original work. (Okay, I was one of the friends that she sent this to and it’s freaking absolutely 100000000% without a shadow of a doubt professional quality and a MUST READ. Do NOT pass this up just because it isn’t fanfiction. GO READ IT! If you love fantasy, then you’ll love this. If you love Piers Anthony or Mercedes Lackey (Yes, Stitch, I KNOW I keep referencing those two when I talk about this but they’re my FAVORITE AUTHORS EVER tied only with Stephen King) or Garth Nix then you DEFINITELY will love this. If you don’t read this, it’s completely your loss but a devastating loss it is!)

That’s all for this week! Go read! Have fun! Enjoy! Don’t forget to show your appreciation to the authors by liking and reblogging the fics themselves!!!

The Mafia Game

OMG this blog (@incorrectknb) has dragged in fan fictions. IDK why I suddenly wanted to write this just because of this quote (x) but okay. It uses other puns as well.

Summary: Mitobe is the noble healer of Seirin-ville, but no one needs to know. Not even Koganei. Now he has to help the poor civilians fight against the Mafia.

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