you. us. bed. now

i wish i could do things right and i wish i had motivation to get up

My life goal is to adapt every meme

If you really think about it belly buttons are the wildest shit ever.

everything in between...

After the final battle, Killian and Emma finally find their way home. (I like imagining the conversations we never see, and the sexy times that follow)
rated M, 1200 words

The walk up to their door seems endless, both of them clinging to the last tendrils of adrenaline keeping them upright after a hellishly long day. Killian’s lost track of the hour, but his body feels every minute spent, muscles still burning from his climb and fall from the beanstalk, head aching from clenching his teeth as Emma performed her Savior’s sacrifice before his eyes. Her fingers give his a gentle squeeze causing her wedding ring to press against his and like a rope snapping loose in the wind, he becomes completely untethered. Eyes burning with overflowing emotion, he stops, turns and gathers her close, tucking his face into her hair as hot tears splash down over his cheeks.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shaking his head, he just pulls her in tighter, not sure of how to express the weight of everything crashing down over him, just knowing he needs to hold her and allow himself a moment to find his bearings. Her woolen cap is slightly rough against his temple, but it’s so achingly Emma that he finds himself leaning further into it, the threads drying the tracks of his tears. Keeping his hook anchored against her back, he loosens his grip on her jacket so he can cup her cheek with his hand, forcing a shaky smile upon his lips as he finds her worried eyes with his own.

“Sorry, Swan, it’s been an exceedingly trying day.”

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  • me, two weeks ago, seeing hate in the ship tag: I'm a bad person and I should be ashamed, everyone rightfully hates me
  • me, now: fuck off losers
The Vanilla Chronicles: Kim Seokjin

Prompt: Can I request a Jin smut where you and bts are talking about y'all’s sex life and they ask you hows yours and Jin’s and you say its vanilla and so Jin gets mad and later on goes rough on you to show he’s not vanilla. Thanks and love you.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Dom!Jin, overstimulation, Oppa!Kink

**This story actually has a plotline *wow*
**Once again all constructive feedback is welcomed
**BTS smut/fluff/angst requests are open!

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Reflection - bereniceofdale - Beauty and the Beast (2017) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Pairing: Gaston/LeFou
Rated: General Audiences
Tags: (mostly) Canon Compliant, Post-Movie, Gaston is Dramatic, LeFou is too pure for his own good, Some Angst, Healing, Scars, Forgiveness

While Gaston heals from the fall that almost claimed his life, LeFou, hurt by Gaston’s betrayal, struggles to come to terms with the aftermath of the battle.


Bucky Barnes.



Oneshots Inspired by Songs.

Short Series.


  • Burnt (AU!Chef) 
    Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |
  • In a World of Ash (AU!Greek Mythology) ∞
    Part 1 |

Clint Barton.


Natasha Romanoff.


Sam Wilson.


Steve Rogers.



Tony Stark.


The Avengers.


Carter Baizen.


Chris Beck.


Dean Winchester.


Sebastian Stan.


Ongoing Series: 
Last Update: 15/08/2017.

Preference: You Can't Sleep

Ashton: Hearing footsteps softly coming towards the kitchen, you sigh. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, really. A very sleepy looking Ashton leans against the kitchen doorframe, frowning when he sees you. “Can’t sleep again?” He asks, yawning a little. “Go back to bed, I’ll be okay.” He shakes his head. “Baby, you need to see a doctor or something. This is like, the fourth night you’ve had trouble sleeping.” He pauses, then his eyes widen. “Is it… is it me?” He asks. “What? No, Ash, it’s not you. I just can’t fall asleep.” You assure him, walking over. He pulls you into a light hug, resting his forehead against your own. “Then what? Tell me, so I can help.” You sigh. “There’s honestly nothing wrong.” You say. Ashton walks over and starts to make coffee. “What are you doing?” You ask. “If you can’t sleep, I’ll stay awake with you until you can.” You smile a little. “Ashton, go back to bed. You’re tired.” Ashton frowns again. “Yeah, but I can’t sleep if you’re not there. The bed gets cold.” He says. You walk over and wrap your arms around him. “How about we just go cuddle?” He thinks about this for a moment, then shakes his head. “How about we go watch movies and cuddle until you fall asleep?” You sigh, feeling blessed to have such a man in your life. “I’m sorry, I know this is getting annoying.” Ashton takes his face in your hands. “Baby, no! It’s not annoying. It’s just more time I get to spend with you.” He murmurs, kissing your nose. “Yeah, but less time you get to sleep.” Ashton shrugs, pulling you into the living room while asking, “who needs sleep, anyway?”

Calum: You roll over for what seems like the millionth time. Calum sighs, sitting up. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks. You sit up and turn on the bedside lamp. “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” He frowns, moving some hair away from your face. “Want me to sing to you?” He asks. You nod, curling into his side as he sings a soft tune. “Anything?” He asks when the song is over. You groan and shake your head. “You should go back to sleep. You need it.” You tell him, biting your lip. “I’m not going to sleep when my girl isn’t.” He says stubbornly, but a yawn slips out. You smirk and he chuckles. “Okay, I’m tired. So what?” You roll your eyes. “So, I’m not going to be like Michael and force you to stay awake. Sleep, babe.” You say, reaching over to turn out the light. “Is there anything that’s bothering you? Maybe you just need to talk about it.” Calum says, pulling you into a spooning position. “No, not that I can think of. You’re home, the boys are home. Everything is perfect.” Calum runs his fingertips over your stomach lightly, making you shiver. “What about the hate? Have you been reading it lately?” You shake your head. “Not since the last time you told me not to.” Calum frowns, not being able to figure out what’s wrong with the love of his life. Then it hits him. “Babe?” He asks. “Yes, Cal?” You reply. “When is the last time we… you know?” He asks, chuckling. You roll over onto your back. “It’s been awhile, I guess. Why?” You ask, watching as he gets up and walks to the end of the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls you until your cute plaid pajama shorts meet his eyes up close. “Calum, what are you doing? The boys are downstairs sleeping. They could hear us.” You protest, but he yanks off your shorts and underwear. “I don’t give a fuck who hears. I’m taking the edge off so my baby girl can sleep. I’m going to fuck you so good until you’re too tired to fuck anymore.”

Luke: Staying in multiple hotel rooms had its benefits, but it also had its problems. Problem number one being that eventually, they all just began to feel like home. So when you and Luke actually did come home from tour, sleeping in your own bed was very difficult for you. Even with Luke by your side every night, the bed just didn’t feel like home anymore. And this night was no different. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, hoping you won’t wake Luke up. You splash water on your face, and when you look up, Luke is standing behind you. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” You mumble, turning to face him. “You know, splashing water on your face is just going to make falling asleep harder.” Luke tells you. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This bed used to be my everything, second to you. And now I can’t even sleep on it.” You complain, crossing the short distance between the two of you and hugging him. “Princess, nothing’s wrong with you. You’ve just been staying in so many hotels that you forgot what your own bed feels like. C'mon, I’ll help you.” Luke pulls you back into bed and pulls you into his side, holding you close. “You know what I really want right now?” You ask. “What’s that, princess?” You look up at him. “That bed on that hotel room we stayed at in Italy. The one that had the purple pillows? Oh, I loved that bed.” You say softly. “That bed had some pretty nice things happen on it.” Luke mutters, smirking as he remembers the night involving whipped cream and strawberries. You giggle. He rubs your back lightly until you fall asleep, but that doesn’t happen for another few hours. The next day, when you come back from visiting friends, the bed from the hotel room in Italy is in your bedroom.

Michael: While Michael has been known to have some insomnia, you did not. You could sleep all day, every day. Or at least, you used to be able to sleep all day, every day. For some reason, that all changed one night. You just couldn’t fall asleep. You tried sleeping in bed and on the living room couch, but nothing helped. And unfortunately, Michael had cured his insomnia when the band went on a break. Well, that’s not unfortunate. That’s a great thing. But for you, it was unfortunate because that meant while he was asleep, you were wide awake. The roles had been reversed. You look over at your sleeping boyfriend, hearing his light snores fill the silence of your bedroom. You bite your lip and tap his cheek lightly. “Mike, wake up.” After repeating this a few times, the bleached blonde’s eyes flutter open. “What? What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks urgently. “Nothing. I just… I can’t fall asleep.” He props himself up with his hand. “Wanna talk about anything that bothered you today?” He asks. “See, that’s the thing. It isn’t just tonight. I haven’t been sleeping for weeks.” You confess. “Kitten, why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches over and strokes your cheek gently. “You were sleeping great. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Michael frowns. “You wouldn’t have ruined it. But you should have told me, I could’ve helped sooner.” He says. You nod. He sings to you softly for a few hours until your asleep. The next morning, Michael goes to the store and buys everything that’s related to helping a person sleep better just for you.


No more to you at this present, mine own darling, for lack of time, but that I would you were in mine arms, or I in yours, for I think it l o n g since I k i s s e d you.

happy birthday @boleynqueens!!!

Got7 Reaction #18 - Their kid has a funny nightmare

anon asked: i loved your b.a.p reaction to their kid having a bad nightmare!! could you do that reaction for  bigbang and got7 please? ^.^

y/s/n = your son’s name

y/d/n = your daughter’s name

y/n = your name

this was loooooonnnnggg xD

Mark: Within 3 seconds of hearing the bedroom door squeak open Mark felt what he knew was his 5 year old son grabbing his bed’s covers and yanking them off of him.

“APPAAAAA!!” His son squealed, tears streaming down his face.

“y/s/n!! What the he- I mean what’s wrong??”

“I had a dream that Pac man’s wife Mrs. Pac man…” *sniff* “Sh-she left him for me so he tried… he tried….”

Marks eyebrows rose in confusion as he stared at his child. “She left him… for you? And…he what?”


Mark couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he pulled his son onto the bed and under the covers. “Okay buddy since your mom’s gone, you can have her space for now until you forget about that dream okay? I’m here. I won’t let him swallow you, okay?”

Originally posted by nochuie

Jaebum: Jaebum stood beside you, staring at your sobbing daughter as she desperately tried to explain why she peed in the corner of her room.


You crouched down to her level and pulled her into a gentle hug, Jaebum crouching right beside you with his hand on the sobbing child’s back.

“The what sweetie?” He whispered soothingly. “What happened that made you do that?”


You both pulled back from her in shock for a moment. The toilet…what?

You glanced at Jaebum before looking back to your daughter. “Was it… was it that dream again where the bathroom is like that house from ‘Monster House’?”


“Oh God.” Jaebum moaned. “This is never going to end is it? I regret ever letting you watch that movie. Come on….” He helped you stand up and picked up his daughter to bring her to the bathroom. “We need to clean you up and you’re about to face your fear once and for all.”

Originally posted by nyeong-ing

Jackson: The moment the pillow hit his face, Jackson was up and in full panic mode.

“THE FU-” Looking down to find his son standing there with a pillow clenched in his tiny fists he stopped short. “Y/s/n…what the hell??”

By now you were awake too and staring at the two in utter confusion. “What is going on??”

“Appa you’re so mean!! Do you even realize what you did to me??”

“Y/s/n what are you talking about what is going on??”

“You made mommy mad at you in my dream so she couldn’t cook! AND YOU MADE ME EAT YOUR NASTY FOOD FOR A WEEK! I ALMOST DIED!”

Instantly you started dying with laughter, imagining the horror of your 9 year old as he was forced to eat your husbands all organic and super healthy food for a week. Jackson didn’t find that so funny though.

“My food isn’t that bad! It’s really healthy and-”

“Gross!” You chimed in through your laughter. “Let it go Jackson! Your food is gross!”

Sighing dramatically Jackson fell back on the bed. “Nobody in this family appreciates good food!!”

You got up to bring your child back to bed, still giggling at Jacksons distress. You can be sure he pouted for the rest of the day.

Originally posted by vulcanide

Jinyoung: Jinyoung was on the floor at this point, hysterically laughing to the point where he wasn’t even making noise anymore, tears forming in his eyes.

You on the other hand, weren’t amused in the least. “I what…?”

Your daughter was still crying and through her gulping, hiccuping breaths she stuttered “I-I’m by the f-f-fish tank” *hic, gasp* “BECAUSE I DREAMED THAT MOMMY BENT DOWN TO PICK UP A TOY AND FARTED ON THE FISH TANK AND KILLED ALL OUR FISHES!!”

This of course sent Jinyoung into another fit of hyena-like laughter, tears now streaming down his face.

“I’m glad you find this amusing Jinyoung.”

“Our child dreamed….that you had toxic farts…” He said in a voice high-pitched from the laughter.

“Okay well then you can put y/d/n back to bed because I’m not dealing with you two anymore at 3am in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Aww honey come on!! The dream was funny don’t be mad!” He got up and wiped away the tears as you left, a smile still plastered across his face. “Ahh come on sweetie, it’s time to go to bed. The fish are still alive and mom doesn’t have toxic enough farts to kill, okay?”

Originally posted by tuanisanangel

Youngjae: “Y/s/n… why are you so afraid of coco all of a sudden?” Younjae looked down at his 7 year old son. He was normally running around and playing outside with coco by now but instead he was sitting on the steps of the porch and glaring at the dog wearily.

“I’m not afraid of him. I’m mad at him dad.”

“But why? Did coco bite you?!?” Youngjae grabbed his sons arm and inspected him for any bites or bruises. “Are you okay??”

“No! Coco didn’t bite me…but I had a dream that made me mad.”

“Dream? Okay but you know dreams aren’t real right sweetie?”

“I know! But when you dream that a dog chases you and you end up tripping and falling in it’s poop you get mad, okay??”

Youngjae was shocked into silence for a split second before erupting into laughter. “Y/s/n that’s such a realistic dream!! But it’s okay, sometimes that happens to the best of us..even me. So don’t worry about it okay?”

“Coco chased you and you fell into poo before??”

“….Er…” Suddenly embarassed Youngjae stopped laughing. “Yes…actually. Don’t tell your mother okay? Just… Just go play.”

Originally posted by yjarssunshine

Kunpimook: Bambam stared in horror at his son as he told him about the nightmare he’d had the night before.

“That’s….that’s the most horrific thing… I have EVER heard.” He bent over to hug his child as you looked at them in disbelief.

They continued on like this for a moment before you finally yelled at them to sit down for breakfast.

“Y/n did you hear y/s/n’s nightmare? Wasn’t it horrible? We would never do that to you son. I promise. I swear! I would never!”

You sighed as your son nodded and thanked Bambam. “Okay so you had a dream that we sent you to school with miss-matched shoes. I don’t understand why that’s so horrifying.”

They both gasped dramatically at you, food actually falling out of Bam’s mouth in shock.

“You don’t understand how- BUT- Miss. Matched. SHOES. That’s horrifying!! You would look horrible ALL DAY! That’s the worst nightmare EVER!”

You rolled your eyes at them again, not being able to help yourself from giggling at their sheer horror. “I guess everyone has their own version of a nightmare but…Really Bam? A fashion nightmare?”

“That’s the worst kind mama!” Your son chimed in. Bambam nodded in agreement, obviously proud to know his kid would have a good sense of style like he did. All you could do was shake your head. You knew you wouldn’t win this argument.

Originally posted by kunpimuak

Yugyeom: “…So…a purple monster with pink dots on it taped you to a rocket and sent you to the moon?”

Your daughter nodded from where she was in between you on your bed. She had launched herself onto your bed after her nightmare and immediately ripped the blankets off both of you to wrap herself into a blanket burrito.

It was the only way to be safe from the monster apparently…

“He grabbed me from my window and pulled me to a field and taped me to it!! I don’t know how I was breathing, but I was in space and I never saw you or mommy ever again!!”

“sweetie, we’re right here now…” You said to her through the sheets. “And we won’t let anyone take you, okay? Please don’t get too scared.”

“We promise,” Yugyeom chimed in, “monster’s don’t exist and you’re safe as long as you’re with us. I promise.” He kissed your daughter’s forehead and pulled her into a hug.

You smiled at your husband and shook your head slightly. She wasn’t going to listen right now, you’d have to wait until the morning.

“You’ll have to sleep in your bed tomorrow but for now you can sleep with us as long as you promise to give our blankets back okay?”


Yugyeom pouted at your daughter, “Pleassseeee?? Your mommy and I are so cold!! We’ll all share the blankets and we’ll all be warm!”

She sniffed and nodded her head. “Okay. But we’re all staying right here until morning. Promise?”

“Promise.” You both said together, and hugged your daughter after getting back under the blankets. You’d talk to her more in the morning.

You just had no idea how to explain that purple monsters didn’t exist…

Originally posted by jypnior

anonymous asked:

Eleanor your head cannons are so wonderful!! I always get so excited when I see that you've elaborated on a new scenario. Your writing always feels spot on for these two. I would love to see how you envision the first night that Isak spends at Even's apartment.

  • I’m thinking it was at least seven different emojis, one of which was the kimono one, sixteen exclamation marks and two sideways selfies of Even sent to Isak’s phone, a message that said, home alone on friday! be there! don’t forget to bring a toothbrush! and then another message that just said, socks.
  • it was Isak knocking on Even’s door late that Friday afternoon because Sana had kept him at school to finish a biology project, asking him to please, please just focus, ending up with oh, all right, you go see your boy, it’s fine, it’ll probably be better if I do it by myself anyway and Isak kind of wanting to stay to prove her wrong but also kind of wanting to see Even, like, now.
  • it was Even opening the door to him, his eyes going all crinkly when he spots Isak, so gorgeous in his white shirt with the sauce stain on it, putting his hands on his cheeks, kissing his forehead and his mouth, telling him, hey you, hey you, you look so cute, how was your day, I’ve been cooking and leading him into the kitchen, putting Isak on the counter to talk about school, and new songs and a trip to Berlin in the summer, just the two of them, possibly, maybe.
  • it was dinner and a movie, Moulin Rouge, which Even had spent half an hour talking Isak into, promises of Paris at night and dancing through the milky way but mostly Isak playing a game on his phone, not into the singing but smiling everytime Even hums along with the songs anyway, smiling bigger when Even tells him I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you’re in the world to him, and kisses the top of his head.
  • it was Isak yawning, Even looking up at his bunkbed, asking him top? or bottom? and Isak blushing, shoving him away, like don’t be fucking rude and waving his toothbrush in front Even’s face, telling him I didn’t forget this and I’m going to use this now while you, he points vaguely to the bed then, figure that situation out.
  • it was Even lifting the blanket when Isak comes back, smiling brightly, saying come here now, baby, and you didn’t think I was going to make you sleep on the couch on now, did you? and Isak crawling next to Even, putting his cold feet against Even’s shins, Even asking him why oh why must you always do this? and then kissing him, and kissing him more, kissing his neck and his chest and his hip and his knee until they fall asleep, tired and happy, but mostly tired, all wrapped up in each other, two boys in a single bed with the biggest smiles in the world.
Tumblr Made Me Do It

Pairing: Josh/ Reader/ Tyler/// Warnings: Threesome, Smut, Daddy kink, Bondage, Swearing, Choking, Exhibitionism// Rating: Mature// A/N: This is NOT the next part of Don’t Tell Him. This was a request so don’t accidentally put the two together.

Originally posted by hot-18

You had been friends with Josh and Tyler for a considerably long amount of time. They were your best friends and you felt that you could trust them with anything. Of course, that did not include the copious amount of fanfiction and smut that you read about them. Your favorite to read was the ones that had both of the men… You know where I’m getting at. It was a dirty little secret to you. You would walk around just knowing you’ve orgasmed to the thought of both men pummeling you. As of now, you were currently laying in bed, using your vibrator on yourself, while scrolling to find your favorite smut writers page, and seeing that they had the new three way smut out. The feeling in the pit of your stomach was indescribable as you were reading through and masturbating. It was very detailed and it was the kind of smut that you liked. It was more on the rough side and, well, had the Daddy kink in it. With the smut and the intense setting on your vibrator, it didn’t take you long before you had came, panting and sweating hard. Just as you come down from your high, Tyler walks through followed by Josh. You pull your hand out of your pants as fast as possible, but the damage was done. Tyler looked slightly embarrassed, but both of the boys looked intrigued. You could only imagine the horrors present on your face. “That was such a great time for you guys to walk in” you say, breaking the awkward silence. The guys laugh and hesitantly walk over to your bed, so you move up and press your back to the headboard to show you weren’t doing anything. They sit on the end still, worried about getting too close. “So uh” Tyler starts. You roll your eyes and push yourself off the bed. “God, Boys, stop being so weird about it. Not like you don’t do it” you say, looking through your clothes to change. “Okay, what were you doing it to?” Josh asks. You hear a shift in your bed and you look over to see them going for your phone. “No!” You practically jump at Josh and yank the phone from his hand, shoving it in your pocket. “It was nothing” you shrug. Tyler cocks and eyebrow at you. “Nothing? That’s why you tackled Josh so fast?” He asks. “Exactly” you say, grabbing a towel and your next set of clothes, going to the bathroom. You strip down and step into the shower, beginning your process. While being alone with your thoughts, you started to think about that smut and how hot it really was. The basics of it was that the boys fucked you downstairs in your house, in the living room, with the blinds/curtains open. It was very hot and just thinking about it was making you horny all over again. You hear the bathroom door open, footsteps, and then the door shut again. “Hello? Tyler? Josh?” You call out, and there’s no answer. You assume the boys came in for something and left, no big deal. You’re almost finished with your shower when the door opens again and you hear the footsteps. You quickly pull open the curtain but, and see Tyler walking out. “Hey, what are you doing? And did you come in here earlier?” You ask, making sure the curtain covered you. “Uh, I just wanted to look at myself, you know?” Tyler asks, gesturing towards the mirror. “And it was Josh who came in earlier, got tissues” You nod your head and gesture towards your towel. He gets the hint and throws it to you. “I would’ve taken you as an exhibitionist” he says, walking out without another word. You furrow your brows but shrug it off, getting redressed and walking downstairs where the boys were. They were currently sitting in your kitchen, just eating. You clear your throat and grab yourself something. The boys were sitting in your chairs next to the table, so you got up and sat in the middle of the table, facing them. “How was your shower” Josh asks, and you could’ve sworn there was a smirk, or even a hint of one. “Uh, it was find?” You laugh off, pulling your legs underneath you. “Hope you had the curtains closed over the window in there, wouldn’t want anyone to see anything” he says. You practically choked on your drink and looked at the both of them. Their eyes were dragging over your entire face, your body, it was as if they could see through you. You shift uncomfortably and stand up, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you get in my phone?” You ask, glaring between them. Neither of them answer, but you knew when Tyler dragged his lower lip between his teeth, that it was a yes. “God you guys are in fucking believable” you say, putting your dishes in the sink and walking to the living room. “No, what’s unbelievable is that you read smut about the both of us fucking you, and masturbate to it.” Tyler says, following close behind you. You stand silent, not knowing what to say, what to do, where to look. You just got caught and you were feeling a mix if anger, fear, embarrassment, and a weird feeling if excitedness, as if you had wanted to be caught. You turn your back to them and look out your window, the feeling returning to the pit in your stomach. “I told you guys not to go through my phone, and that’s the first thing you do when I turn my back. I don’t even know what to say to you guys, like, fuck” you say, dropping your head onto your hand. The room is silent until there’s footsteps once again, and you feel your hair being pushed to one side, and someone’s mouth latching onto your neck. You pull in a shaky breath, having not expected the sudden contact, but also the wetness forming more between your legs than you could’ve imagined. They wrap their arms around your midsection loosely, but firmly, which is when Tyler walks out in front of you, meaning Josh was the one leaving his mark as of now. Tyler doesn’t make a move to touch you, but instead, walks back to the couch that was in front of your window and pushes it out of the way. At that moment, you knew they wanted you to be on full display to anyone and everyone that passed by or even looked, because it was the window on the front of your house. Tyler walks back over and lifts your shirt over your head, blocking the view of you for the time being. He drinks in your body while Josh is continuing on your neck, tilting your head for a better angle. You impatiently reach out and grab at Tyler’s shirt, dragging him closer to your body. He lets out a low and soft laugh, working his own shirt over and off his head. “We’re going to lay out some ground rules” Tyler states. Josh stops what he’s doing, but continued to hold you from behind while Ty continues. “You will refer to the it of us as daddy. Any other name or term will result in you being punished.” You nod your head and Josh slowly moves his hand down, unbuttoning and sliding down your pants. “The curtains of this window will be open at all times, any attempt to close them, you will be punished. Today, you are ours to use, understand?” Tyler finishes. Josh lets go of you and removes his shirt. “Yes” you say. Josh hits you hard on your backside. “Yes what?” He says. You bite your lip. “Yes daddy” you say, feeling dirty from using the word. Tyler wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing slightly as he pulls you in for a deep and intimate kiss, while Josh is unbuttoning his pants behind you. Tyler’s grip on your throat doesn’t let up, but neither does his kiss. So, while that was happening, Josh unclasped your bra and pulled down your panties, leaving you naked and feeling vulnerable. Tyler finally pulls back, releasing his grip. You breathe in a shaky and strained breath, not having even realized you couldn’t breathe as well. Josh presses you against the glass window, not wasting even a moment to press himself inside of you. Tyler had stepped behind Josh and let him have his way, finding it hot how you were pressed against the window, being on display, when the idea pops into his head. He runs outside while Josh continues to thrust into you. You see Tyler pull out his phone and start to take pictures, and you instinctively grab for the curtains to close them. Josh immediately grabs your arms and holds them behind your back, when Tyler runs back inside. “We warned you” he says. Tyler goes and grabs a rope, tying your hands together behind your back and looping it around your neck, so anytime you moved your hands, you choked yourself. Josh didn’t let up, in fact, this encouraged him to go harder and faster. “Ty, I think she needs some encouragement” Josh says. Tyler nods and gets on his knees in front of you, latching his mouth onto your clit. You let out choked groans, trying to reach out for him, but being unable to. You can feel him tracing figure eights into you while Josh grabs onto your hips, forcing you to hit his thrusts harder. This goes on for a while, each thrust and movement feeling like it was going to send you over. Josh grabs your hair and pulls you back, getting deeper than you had thought possible. After that, it wasn’t long before you released, Josh following closely behind you. Tyler smirks and licks up what he can, standing in front of you and untying the wrist to neck bound. You breathe in and our deeply, while Tyler now connects your tied wrists to the hooks holding up your curtain so that you had to stand straight up. Tyler and Josh switch places, Tyler not even letting you come down from your high before sliding his tip into you. “Now darling, I like things a bit different than Josh” he says, easing himself into you slowly, making you whimper and arch your back against him. “Be patient, my love” he says. A moment later, he uses all his force to thrust into you, causing you to scream out, but Josh was quick to latch his mouth onto yours, swallowing up any of the sounds you made. Josh reaches his hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit kind of like Tyler had done for you before. “Talk to me” Tyler whispers harshly into your ear. Josh pulls away, letting you start. “God daddy. You feel so fucking good, stretching me out like this while your best friend watches” you groan, biting your lip, Josh’s fingers doing wonders for you. “Yeah? You’re so fucking tight” Tyler says, pushing in even harder. “Only for you two” you say. Josh chuckles, using one free hand to grasp at and roughly massage one of your breasts. “Your moans for Josh were okay. But I want you to scream for me, got it?” Tyler asks. “Yes daddy” you say, your orgasm hitting sooner than you had anticipated. You do as requested, but it’s not like you had control over it anyway. You screamed his name, and Josh’s, holding on to the ropes tighter. Tyler finishes a few minutes later, letting out a few vulgar words himself. Tyler pulls out once he had ride out his orgasm, and untied your hands, having to hold you up from your knees buckling under your own weight. Josh closes the curtains and looks back at the two of you. “We should do this more often.” He says, smiling. “Trust me, if you liked that idea, there’s plenty more” You say, letting yourself be held by the two men.
My little puppeteer | Prologue

Genre: Fuckboy!Calum, slight Badboy!Calum

Pairing: Reader x Calum 

Word count: 3,000 +

Summary: But there was something about him. Even if you knew he was bad for you, even if you knew he’d hurt you, even if you knew this wouldn’t end good for you, you had to know him. You had to see him again.  

Prologue Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue 

He supported himself on his elbows, panting with his dark hair hanging damp on his forehead. After catching his breath, he pulled himself out while grunting hoarsely. He swiftly got up from the bed and tossed the used condom away. “You can go now,” he said haphazardly. As if he didn’t care. As if he got what he wanted. As if he was pulling the strings on a little puppeteer.

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Books Bring Us Closer

Anonymous asked: Hiya, Meg! Can I request a Loki x fem!reader? Maybe the two of them don’t get along, but they begin bonding when neither of them can sleep one night. The realize they both have a love of books and share that. Eventually they fall in love. Just something sweet and fluffy. Thank you!!

Here is your one-shot, lovely! I do not own Loki! He belongs to Marvel. 

Warnings: Fluff and it’s a little long

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader

Originally posted by maryxglz

You groaned as you turned to look at the clock. 2 am. You’d been trying to sleep for hours to no avail. Groaning once more, you threw back the covers and swung your legs out of bed. You quietly made your way out of your room and down to the kitchen. You quickly drank a glass of milk before heading to the living room. “Maybe reading would help,” you muttered. You stopped short when you saw Loki sitting there.

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Inch by Inch

[I got a request! Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]

“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”

You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.  

“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”

You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew that possibility was a ways away.

“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”


Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”

Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin, and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.

“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”

“Want a blanket?”

“No, no I’m good, thanks.”

JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s skull.”

“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”


“Oh, he’s gone.”

You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”

“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”

“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only asking for a few – oh.”

During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp signal of pain up to you.

“How did he not wake up from that?”

“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”

You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”

With that the two of you carried on your conversation, sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in closer to you.


“Want to move him now?”

Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm, his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.

Cinnamon. How the hell did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?

Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team and Christmas day with –“

And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this time…

“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”

Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed, carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it back in your lap.

“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”

Damn you and your baritone chuckle, Morgan.

JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think he’d be offended if you woke him.”

Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze, tugging you closer to him.

“Hmmm, Y/N.”

With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.

“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

Well, thanks Emily.

You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now. It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant pretzel.

“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the mess you’re in.”

The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before becoming large when he realized his position.

“Sleep well, Spence?”

The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing out before the two of you.

“I guess, you won, Y/N.”

You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.

“What did you win?”

“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find out about us pretty soon now.”

“Probably, is that a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better way than you slobbering on me.”

“I do not –“

Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”

Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”