your dad hate me

Distraction | Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

Prompt: #1 “Oh fuck you.” “I know you would.“

Summary: You attempt to work on your Greek Fire recipe, much to Harry’s chagrin

Author’s Note: I just saw the movie and I need more Harry in my life! Also if ya’ll want full on smut, you need make that clear in your request.

Requested by: @sherlocksbaby2323


You carefully poured the rest of the bottle into the bubbling cauldron. You smirked as the liquid turned a sickly looking green color. Now all you needed to do was bottle it and-

A loud tapping at your window cut off your thoughts. You rolled your eyes with a slight smile and opened the window. “Hey. Watch the cauldron.” You warned as Harry climbed in through the window. “I know what to do.” He mumbled, leaning down. In return, you stood on your tiptoes, pecking him lightly on the lips.

“You know I have a front door, right?” You asked, a small smirk playing at your lips. “You know you have a scary dad who hates me, right?” Harry asked, mocking your tone. “Shut up and lay on the bed or something. I’ve got to bottle this shit.” You laughed, turning back to the cauldron.

You heard the springs in your mattress squeak as Harry laid down. Ok, time for the tricky part. You grabbed your obsidian ladle and a bottle, carefully pouring the molten liquid.

“You wanna do something more fun?” Harry asked. You could almost hear his mischievous smirk. “I need to finish bottling this.” You replied, setting the bottle on the shelf. “It can always wait.” You heard your bed squeaking again. 

“It really can’t. This stuff goes bad if it’s left in the cauldron.” You started getting annoyed. You just wanted to get this over with and then you and Harry could hang out. “You know I’m not a patient person.” Harry replied sassily. 

“I’m very aware, Harry! Just let me finish!” You gritted out, grabbing an empty bottle. “C’mon, darling.” Harry’s rough voice in your ear startled you and you dropped your bottle, making it shatter all over the floor.

You felt the tips of your hair catch fire. You were pissed. “Harry! I needed that! Do you even know how temperamental Greek Fire even is?! It could-” You were cut off by Harry spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall, his lips pressed firmly against yours.

You felt your flames die down slightly. Harry smelled just like the ocean, a smell you had come to love. You tingled as Harry ran his hook up and down the small of your back and you gripped at his muscled arms. “Shut up.” He growled before resuming the kiss. Oh that’s how he wants to play, huh?

You mustered up all of your strength and pushed Harry off of you. He landed on the bed on his back and while he was distracted, you quickly straddled him, grinning victoriously. “Fuck you.” You leaned in close to his face as Harry rested his hands on your hips. “I knew you would.” 

i don’t understand the “date a girl with daddy issues” thought process because let me tell you, i actively HATE the man who gave his sperm for my creation so if you are trying to come into my life to prey on my “weakness” when it comes to men, don’t look so surprised when i rip your balls off and filet them right in front of you. thank you.

  • Todoroki: Do you wanna hear a dad joke?
  • Midoriya: Mhmm sure
  • Todoroki: Ok, just hold on a sec
  • Todoroki: *calls Endeavor*
  • Endeavor: What is it, Shouto?
  • Todoroki: *Hangs up the phone*
  • Midoriya: ...What was that for?
  • Todoroki: My dad is the worst dad joke, I hate him.

Summary: Jon keeps receiving mildly mean yet flattering texts from his best friend’s little sister and he has no idea what he’s supposed to do with them. 


To Jon, Sansa Stark is more like a concept than an actual person. She’s his best friend’s hot sister, who sometimes comes to stay for the weekend in their tiny student house, and for a week after she leaves, the whole place will smell of strawberries. But she’s off limits, so none of the boys even glances at her unless she’s talking to them and sometimes even then some will refuse to make eye contact. She’s the fantasy that will never ever go anywhere because Robb will one hundred percent murder them if they so much as think about touching Sansa in any way, shape or form. So yeah, in a bizarre way, Jon sees her as this fantastical concept of female hotness. 

That is until Sansa moves to Edinburgh for uni and accidentally texts him one night at three in the morning. At least he thinks it’s accidental. The text itself is really confusing. All it says is:

Sansa: Your face makes me want to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Followed by:

Sansa: I just want to cuddle the shit out of you!!!

Jon isn’t sure what that means, but it can’t be a good thing. Also, he’s ninety percent sure she’s drunk and meaning to text someone else, so he ignores it. Life goes on as normal and when she comes round for tea with Robb a few days later, she’s as friendly and casual as she always is, so Jon’s even surer now that she doesn’t remember and it wasn’t for him.  

Except for the next following weekend, he gets another text from her. 

Sansa: Ugh, why do you look like that!!!

He’s taken aback by this one. Actually, he’s bloody confused by all of it. Are these for him? And why is his physical appearance so personally offensive to Sansa? It’s fucking weird, but again, he decides the best course of action is to ignore it. He doesn’t want to embarrass her and he’s still not convinced that he’s the intended target. 

But what those texts do change is how often he now finds himself watching her when she comes around. Jon doesn’t mean to at first. He’s just trying to figure her out and she has this way about smiling at Robb when he’s being particularly obnoxious that kind of makes it hard to breathe. It’s not the first time he’s noticed how attractive she is, but most of the words he associates with her are: hot, fit and bloody ridiculous. This is the first time he thinks she’s also adorable and it’s hard to deny after that revelation that she is inexplicably as cute as she’s stunning. It’s a bad combination.  

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I Had Him

Pairing/Characters: pre-serum!Steve x Reader, Bucky Barnes, OMC (Eddie)

Warnings: um smUT liKE I PROMISED A DuH, jealous steve, insecure steve, lmao Sargeant kink like don’t evEN FigHT mE, praise kinkkkk, oral (MR), heaps of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you fuck up) spanking, a bit of angst maybe? Idk reader bewareee

Summary: Inspired by some dream I had the other night and the conversation I had with the lovely @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy

Word Count: 2537

A/N: I’m proud of the title cause double meanings are incredible hA but all I’m gonna say is: Good luck… I’m not an asshole, I just love you guys

Originally posted by ristoria

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (29)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 29 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,500 (Maybe a little more or less)

Parts of the body are involved that little kids shouldn’t be reading about😜 But it’s not intended in a sexual way. I’m not a smut writer, haha. I just thought it was somewhat relevant so you could really get a sense of the particular characters struggle. Enjoy guys and leave comments as usual!


 “If you’re the reason Kyungsoo is in a wheelchair, I promise you I’ll put a bullet through your skull myself.” Junmyeon frowned advancing towards you, picking up a wooden broomstick from the side. “After I’ve battered you that is.”

“Junmyeon stop! I didn’t call Red please.” You backed away slowly walking around the table, he was following you around, gripping the broom tightly causing his knuckles to turn white. Once you had noticed that you had walked around the whole table you quickly ran out of the room and began racing up the stairs to your room, locking yourself inside.

“Open this fucking door now Y/N! Or I will kick it down!” Junmyeon shouted, banging the broom against your door, your heart was beating wildly. Junmyeon didn’t get to angry at you nowadays and so when he was it terrified you beyond belief. There was no way you were getting out of this one without some help, since he was too heated to listen to you. The next best thing you thought of doing was making noise to alert anyone that would allow themselves to be awoken by you. So you began to scream at the top of your lungs and banged your fists on the wall of the bedroom beside you.

“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN MYSELF, THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!” Junmyeon’s beast mode was in activation, his voice was gruff and a whole tone lower then it usually, until you heard a familiar voice which sounded like it belonged to Kyungsoo.

“What is going on, you better have a valid reason for interrupting my well needed sleep.” Kyungsoo said in his new tone of voice; he was never talkative but ever since the accident, he had lost all sense of emotion, he was completely cold and his voice was monotone. It was as though he was an empty shell; he was no longer living but rather, just existing.

“Y/N, open the damn –”

Junmyeon was cut off by a knocking on the house door. You held your breath for a while.
He actually came.
Opening your door swiftly you ran past Junmyeon and raced down the stairs. He was following closely behind you.

“If you even think about opening that damn door!” Junmyeon hissed from behind you, but you weren’t listening, you opened it anyway. He actually came, thank God.

“I told you it’s not Red!” You spun around frowning at Junmyeon, who was staring at the door wide eyed.

“He’s upstairs following me.” You grabbed his hand shutting the door and dragging him up the stairs, Junmyeon following closely behind again. You knocked lightly on Kyungsoo’s door, he was no longer in the hallway so you assumed he had wheeled himself back into his room.
“Kyungsoo are you decent, can I come in?”

“Leave me alone.” You heard him say in a blunt tone.
Sighing loudly and rolling his eyes, you turned the handle and opened the door stepping into the room; he was sitting in his chair with his back towards you.
“What part of leave me alone did you fail to understand?” he hissed, wheeling himself around to face you. His eyes widening.
“B-Babu?…” For the first time in two weeks Kyungsoo’s expression had changed, he was visibly shocked and you couldn’t tell if it was positive or negative yet, but it was a start at least.
“What are you doing here?” He looked from Babu to you and Junmyeon and back to Babu again.
It was silent for a moment, an awkward kind, until suddenly Babu stormed over to Kyungsoo and dragged him off his wheelchair letting him drop on the floor.

“Oh my goodness, Kyungsoo” You ran over to him,slowly bending down and making sure he was okay.
“I asked you here to make him feel better, not to abuse him you asshole.” You glared up at Kyungsoo’s brother; rage in your eyes, your arm was still draped over Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“Help?” He scoffed. “You expect me to come here and believe a corrupt younger brother and a woman faking an emergency birth. Get the fuck up off the floor Kyungsoo. Get up.”

“I can’t Babu.” Kyungsoo said his face crumpling slightly as he looked down at his legs.

“I said get up Soo!” His brother kicked his legs, and slapped him across the face.

“I CAN’T BABU! I CAN’T MOVE MY LEGS!” Kyungsoo burst into angry tears his face turning a bright red. “I can’t…”
You were frustrated, this wasn’t supposed to be what was happening. You called him here to help Kyungsoo, not to make him feel worse.

“If you’re going to do this to him, then get out. This is not what I brought you here for.” You hissed in Babu’s direction, rubbing Kyungsoo’s back. “Junmyeon help me lift him please.”
But before Junmyeon could reach, Babu had slung Kyungsoo over his shoulder and lowered him down on his bed.

“I thought this was another sick joke.” Babu sighed down at Kyungsoo, who was still crying and looking up at his brother in shock.

“Umm… we’ll leave you two to it. I’ll be going to bed. Goodnight.” You bowed your head and pulled Junmyeon out of the door with you.

Kyungsoo’s P.O.V

He stared up at his brother, he was still a bit dazed, not even by Babu’s previous actions, but just purely because of the fact that he was here for Kyungsoo despite the fact that he hated him.
“I-I didn’t know you were coming.” Kyungsoo said between quiet sobs, looking at Babu who was sitting at the foot of his bed.

“I didn’t know I was coming either, I just randomly receive some emergency call from your lady friend about 25 minutes ago, saying that I really needed to come and see you. This house really isn’t far. It’s a wonder that I never bump into you…”

“Actually we moved here about two weeks ago, just after…” He looked down at his legs and let out an exasperated sigh. They both of them were quiet again; it was slightly uncomfortable for both of them, until Babu spoke up.

“This doesn’t change anything Kyungsoo, I’m still mad at you and everything that you’ve ever done to us. This doesn’t change how I feel about you. In fact I don’t even know why I’m here. You know Mama struggles everyday without Dad and you’re to blame for that shit. Why couldn’t you just do well Kyungsoo. Then you disappear when she needs us the most.”
Kyungsoo swallowed hard, trying to suppress the emotions building up in the back of this throat, to prevent the tears from coming. For Babu to still think that he was the cause of his father’s death really pained him.

“You never cared to ask me Babu. You never wanted to hear my side of the story.” Kyungsoo whispered, looking up at his brother sadly. He envied him when he was younger, and he still did now. He was the perfect son. The perfect man. It was unfair, they were cut from the same cloth so why was Kyungsoo’s life worth so much less than Babu’s.

“So why don’t you fucking tell me Kyungsoo, what the fuck is this place and why are you here? Although, I doubt what you say will make any difference to how I feel. You’re a fucking underground criminal Kyungsoo and I don’t want my family having anything to do with you.”

Your family? You mean our family Babu.” Kyungsoo glared at his brother, tears pricking his eyes.

“No Kyungsoo, you’re not part of us anymore. You lost that right ages ago.”

The tears began streaming down his cheeks. He was crying silently, but these silent tears were definitely the most painful he had cried for a long time.
“It’s not fair Babu. I’ve tried my whole life to be like you but I could never reach up to your standards. I was never good at biology Babu, I could never be a doctor! I wanted to be an artist, a chef. But none of you would ever be proud of me that way. I’ve always looked up to you Babu and loved you with all my heart but you never cared for me back. Do you know how much and how long I yearned for my older brothers care and loving. You never gave it to me! I’ve never been good enough for you, you’ve always hated me.” His breathing was heavy and his hands were shaking over the bed sheets, unable to contain the pent up emotion any longer.

“I wasn’t the reason for Dad’s death Babu, but because you loathed me so much, you couldn’t see that. You were too blinded by your hate for me. Dad died because he was being poisoned unbeknownst to us. He was taking those vitamins, remember? Manufactured by the Red company owned by Jay Lee. Well Jay Lee was cutting and splicing those vitamins with toxic substances, to increase the amount of product he was producing, you can imagine the money he was raking in. Dad had been taking them for so long it had time to fuck up his system that’s what killed him Babu, not me! But I left the house because your hate for me had stretched too far and I was a burden to you and mum. Then I found about these guys. Long story short we’re trying to put a stop to Jay Lee, so he can’t hurt anyone else. I joined so he couldn’t hurt Mama. I joined so he couldn’t hurt you! Yes it’s illegal but it’s the only way I can keep you all safe. I already failed you in one way, the least I could do is protect you.” Kyungsoo spluttered, tears dropping from his eyes again and looking at Babu whose face was blank with shock.

“Kyungsoo… I-I didn’t know. I’m so sorry…” He shook his head, still dazed from all of the information that he had received. “I never knew. You never said anything. Why did you keep that to yourself for so long?”
Kyungsoo shrugged his shoulders, tears still streaming down his face. Fatigue hitting him like a truck.

“Kyungsoo I’m so sorry. It’s not true; it was never always like this. I loved you once too. When we were younger, remember the fun we’d have playing outside together, hmm? Please don’t cry Soo.” He reached out his hand to wipe Kyungsoo’s face, but this only resulted in Kyungsoo crying harder. Babu, stood up from where he was sat, shifting Kyungsoo closer to the wall, he sat directly next to him and pulled him into a hug, holding him in his arms for a long while. “It’ll probably take us while to get back to our younger days but maybe…we could try.” Babu kissed the top of his head.

“I missed you Babu, so much. I’ve missed you and Mama every day.” Kyungsoo breathed out, taking a moment to really register that he was currently being held in his brother’s arms, somewhere he wanted to be for as long as he could remember. Babu placed his hands on Kyungsoo’s legs sighing and closing his eyes temporarily.

“You’ll be okay Soo, it’ll get easier alright? The more used to it you get, the more bearable it becomes. Maybe further down the line we can try physiotherapy, although I’m not sure that it would work but don’t lock yourself away from the others you’ll only make it worse for yourself. Talk to the girl at least. She must care and be concerned if she had the guts to ring me, hmm?” He gave Kyungsoo’s leg a squeeze and rose up from the bed.

“Where are you going? Stay. Please.” Kyungsoo pouted, raising his arms up towards where his brother was stood.

“I can’t Soo, I have work tomorrow. Besides I have mum, a wife and a daughter to get home to, they’ll be wondering where I went when they wake up if I’m not there.” He walked slowly towards the door. “Please don’t shut yourself away Kyungsoo it’s the worst thing you can do for yourself. And get some sleep. You look like shit.” Both boys laughed as he closed the door behind him and left the house.


Y/N’s P.O.V.

Since Babu had visited, Kyungsoo’s mood had been a little better, he would still have his really off days and shut himself out occasionally, but he was definitely opening up much more than he had been before. It was 3PM now, and only you and Kyungsoo were at home watching TV.
You had all had a discussion in the board an hour earlier agreeing that, next week would be the week to take out Red and so some of the men had gone out to buy some supplies which may be needed for their ‘mission’ whilst others just simply went to chill out and have a little bit of time to themselves. The day had been running smoothly for the most part, Junmyeon had apologised for shouting at you the way he had when Babu had come and you were on civil terms with Chanyeol at the moment. But you realised that your talk with Jongin and Minseok was still pending, and you probably would have to prepare yourself for something more than just a talk with Yixing. But for now it was just you and Kyungsoo.
He had been fine up until he wanted a snack, since he couldn’t get up to reach the desired snack by himself, he became agitated and started regressing back to his behaviour from two weeks ago which was causing you to become quite restless, you honestly didn’t know how Baekhyun and Chanyeol could do it all the time. At this point, Kyungsoo wouldn’t stop complaining about every little thing and it was slowly driving you over the edge.

“Where’s Chanyeol and Baekhyun. They’re taking so long! What could they possibly doing right now, ugh! Damn it. Can’t you call them or something and see where they are? I’m sure it’s my toilet break soon and I –”
You stared up at Kyungsoo who went strangely quiet all of a sudden

“Umm…are you okay?” you asked

“Hmm? Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” He turned his face away from you and cleared his throat.

“You just got really quiet all of a sudden that’s all.” You turned your attention back to the TV. After a few seconds you began hearing a quiet but distinct splashing sound, frowning you looked around the room trying to locate where it was coming from. Your eyes widened and your face softened when you looked at Kyungsoo.

He had wet himself.

“Oh Kyungsoo.” You said sadly “Maybe we should go and clean you up, I can’t carry you up the stairs…but we can use the kitchen.”

“No! I’m capable you don’t need to.” He began wheeling himself out of the room.

“Kyungsoo no. Stop being so difficult I’m here to help you.” You pushed his chair into the kitchen.
Disappearing to his room you rummaged through his chest of draws, pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and a small black towel. Returning to the kitchen with the items in your hand you walked over to a angry looking Kyungsoo, who grabbed the towel and underwear out of your hands.

“I can do it myself!” He hissed “My legs are broken, not my fucking hands!”
You shook your head, you had never met anyone more stubborn than Kyungsoo and constantly battling with him was really taxing on the brain.

“Yes, I know that Kyungsoo, but you need to lift your legs in order to get your trousers and underwear off don’t you? Stop being so stubborn. It’ll be quicker if I do it anyway.” You grabbed the things back out of his hands. Kneeling on the floor you raised his legs so that they were resting on your lap.

“Y/N wait.” Kyungsoo whispered quickly. “I can’t… I don’t want you to see…”

You smiled at him as reassuringly as you could, trying to put him at ease. You understood why this was so hard for him, he must have been so humiliated by the whole situation.

“Kyungsoo look its okay, there’s no need to be uncomfortable. I’ll get it done quickly okay; I’m not going to comment on what I see. Don’t worry I can assure you I’m not sexually attracted to you, so there’s no pressure to impress.” You winked at him in a playful way and set about pulling his trousers and underwear down. He closed his eyes tightly, his face turning a bright red.

“Oh goodness.” He breathed, covering his manhood with his hands. “This is so embarrassing, you can’t tell the others. Please.”
You stood up walking over to the sink, slightly wetting the towel in your hand and bending back down in front of Kyungsoo.

“Trust me I won’t.” You set about cleaning Kyungsoo, who was keeping his eyes closed for the most part, until you were about to finish up, he opened his eyes staring down. His eyes widened in shock as he slapped your hand away.

“Why is that happening?!” He pointed at his growing manhood and was looking at you in confusion since you weren’t even reacting to how humiliating this situation was. “I’m not sexually attracted to you, I swear!”

“Relax Kyungsoo, it’s called a reflex erection, it just happens when you’ve had physical contact with something. The majority of paralysed men experience it. Its normal don’t get freaked out, it’s all natural. I think it’s got something to do with that part of your spinal cord not actually being damaged although don’t quote me on that I’m not a doctor, you’d have to ask Baekhyun. So if you want to have kids in the future this is good news right?” You laughed a little bit, picking up his underwear.

“Okay can we stop this now I’m getting really uncomfortable I fucking hate this.” His brows were furrowed together. You felt bad for him; you couldn’t imagine how mortified and dishonoured he must have been feeling at that precise moment in time.

“Kyungsoo it’s okay. I’ve finished now anyway.” You were just beginning to help him put on his underwear, when you heard some footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“What the fuck is going on?” It was Sehun; he was standing there looking at the both of you in shock and horror. The last person you needed to walk in on you changing Kyungsoo right now.

“No fuck! It’s not what it looks like. She’s just helping me.” Kyungsoo panicked, covering his member with his hands, whilst you quickly pulled his underwear up over it.

“What? helping you get stimulated?” Sehun began laughing out loud, supporting his tall body against the door frame. “Oi, Minseok! Come and see this! Y/N is trying it on with Soo!”
Shit why did the boys have to return now, you thought to yourself. You saw Minseok, peek his head around the corner and frown, withdrawing his head he disappeared around the corner again.

“Sehun, you asshole!” You hissed.

He laughed at you spitefully, squinting his eyes at you.
“I’m not stupid Y/N I know you were cleaning him up. But if I can use an unforeseen event to my advantage I will. I appreciate you looking after Kyungsoo that’s pretty cool. But like I’ve said before, Minseok is my best friend not yours, so the bigger I can make the gap between the two of you, the better.” He laughed at you spitefully and winked, turning on his heel and walking out of the kitchen.
You shook your head, standing up and pushing Kyungsoo’s chair into the living room, where Kris did the honours of carrying him up the stairs. You poked your head into the living room to see if Minseok was there but the only people you saw were Junmyeon and Jongdae.
Sighing you walked upstairs, fatigue kicking in a little. Your eyes widened when you saw Chanyeol walking out of your room and closing the door behind him.

“What were you doing in there.”

He jumped, turning around to look at you.

“Oh shit, you scared me.” He breathed, holding his hand to his chest. “Actually I just left a little thank you gift on your bed. For looking after Kyungsoo while me and Baekhyun were gone.
He grabbed your wrist, dragging you into the room. There was a box of your favourite chocolates sitting on your bed. You smiled up at him punching his shoulder lightly.

“You didn’t have to do that Chan.”

He smiled back at you. “I did. You deserved it. I’m sorry to have dumped Kyungsoo on you, but I just really needed a break, you know?” He stretched his arms out and shook his body a little.

“Dumped me? So I’m a burden?”
You and Chanyeol turned your heads quickly to the open door, to see an angry Kyungsoo looking up at the two of you in his wheelchair. “I came to say thanks, for helping to clean me up.” He laughed disbelievingly at the two of you shaking his head. “Do you know how embarrassing this is for me? I used to be the most independent person in this house and kept myself to myself, now I need help in wiping my own ass. You don’t think I want to end it all everyday!” He was shouting at the both of your furiously now.

“That’s not what he meant Kyungsoo; he’s just tired is all. Please stop you’re going back to that dark place again, you were doing so well.” Kyungsoo rolled his eyes and wheeled himself back to his room.

“Shit. I’d better go after him.” Chanyeol ran a hand through his hair in frustration and disappeared out of your room. You nodded at no one in particular, stepping outside of your room too looking down the corridor to where the two boys had gone off to, but instead you saw Minseok opening the door to his room. He looked down the corridor staring at you as well for a couple of seconds and then disappeared into his room. You found your feet carrying you to the direction of his room and your hand knocking on his door. Goodness, why were you here?

He opened the door slowly. Looking at you standing there for a while, he eventually stepped aside and let you in. You both stood there awkwardly and silently for a moment until you spoke up.

“I was not trying it on with Kyungsoo in the kitchen earlier; it wasn’t what it looked like.” You mentally face-palmed yourself, why were you justifying yourself to Minseok, you were still pissed off with him yet here you were trying to better a situation that you were not even in the wrong for.

“Are you sure?” He scoffed, looking at you in irritation and shaking his head.

“Yes I’m fucking sure! Why would I be trying it on with Kyungsoo, I was helping to clean him up, he wet himself!” You hissed, why were you allowing Minseok to rile you up, you couldn’t understand it.

Minseok sighed looking at you, his features softening slightly. “I know you weren’t trying it on with him Y/N. But it still made me angry seeing you do that for him.” It was your turn to scoff now, and you did it loud enough to make sure that Minseok heard you clearly.

“Angry?! Really Minseok?! What gives you the fucking right to be angry at me. I’m the one who should be angry at you, after you fucked that whore! Melanie was it?” You were trying to keep yourself from shouting, but at the moment you were not doing a very poor job.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, I did it to spite you. I promise it didn’t mean anything. I just wanted you stay away from me. Otherwise things would get too messy around here. I’m sorry, believe me I didn’t want to shut you out the way I did.” He pressed his body against yours, kissing you softly. Suddenly you could taste Minseok all over again and those unknown sparks that you had felt once before had returned to your stomach. But no, you weren’t going to fall into that trap again. Not today. You pushed him backwards away from you.

“No Minseok! This is not a fucking TV Drama. You don’t get to do that! You don’t get to kiss me and pretend it’s all okay, because it’s not!”

He started getting angry again. He drove his hand into the wall beside you. Old Minseok was making an appearance.

“This isn’t fucking love Y/N, you’re not my wife! So why do you care so much! It was only sex!”
Your breath hitched. Tears pooling in your eyes. He didn’t understand, why didn’t he understand?!   But then you thought hard about what he said and realised you were crying because he was right. No this wasn’t love, no you weren’t his wife or his girlfriend, so what he did with himself and whatever hole he stuck his manhood in either animate or inanimate didn’t concern you. Disappointed in yourself, you turned around and opened his door.

“Shit Y/N wait…” He grabbed onto your wrist, but you snatched it out of his grip.

“Get off me!” You hissed, walking away from his room.
You were tired, you needed some sleep.


You feel asleep for much longer than you had intended, crying yourself to sleep was a very effective technique apparently, maybe you would do it more often. Slipping down the stairs quietly you went to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, taking extra care to be quiet, since you were sure the boys were all sleeping right now. You downed the Pineapple juice in one go, thinking of how you would tackle talking to Yixing when the time came to it. You sighed silently making your way to the bottom of the staircase when you heard a muffled sound coming from the board. Who was in there at this hour of the day? Your interest was piqued so you began walking slowly and quietly down the corridor. Halting outside the door you began frowning at what you were overhearing.

“…As for me I don’t really care what order you do it in. But he wants Baekhyun gone first. Make sure you do it.” The voice on the laptop screen said, your eyes widened in shock. What on earth was going on?

“How can I guarantee he won’t kill me when I’m done?” He asked the man on the screen, sitting back in his chair.

“I won’t let it come to that and…Who’s there?” The man on the screen pointed to you through the camera.

He spun around, eyes wide looking at you. You shook your head in disgust backing away from the board.

“I knew we couldn’t trust you.”




Also I guess this is kind of a well done shout out? to @spnishilarious who correctly guessed it was Babu for emotional support/comfort. You were literally spot on haha.

Tag: @holyzombiechild


  • Taiyang: Girls, come and meet your new stepmom, Ella!
  • Ruby: Dad that's literally Cinder. She hates me.
  • Taiyang: I have no idea what you're talking about, her name isn't Cinder? It's Ella!
  • Cinder: I will destroy everything you love, little Red. Just you watch me.
  • Ruby: DAD!!
  • Taiyang: Haha she's just messing around, isn't that right, Ella?
  • Cinder: That's right. I love your daughters already, darling, they're delightful!
  • Qrow: Tai not to be rude but I gotta say.. your taste in women is ridiculously bad. Save for Summer.
  • Taiyang: And who asked for your opinion?? You don't get to judge me for my coping methods when you literally get off by roasting that Schnee woman.
  • Qrow: Fair.
Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) *WARNING, EATING DISORDER MENTIONED

Characters: Avengers X Teen!Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader, Natasha X Teen!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader.

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Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony’s daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.


Originally posted by basicmarvelnerd

Your dad loved you. You were his daughter after all. All the avengers loved you dearly in their own little way. Mostly because you weren’t as arrogant or stuck up like your dad. You loved them back just as much.

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The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 13) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Parents Weekend”

Characters: Stiles & Noah Stilinski, Derek & Cora Hale, Scott & Melissa McCall, Malia Tate, Ethan, Isaac Lahey & Chris Argent, Reader’s Father, Tom Y/L/N & Reader/OFC

Warnings: None, maybe language, who knows…

A.N.: This is pretty short but I just like the idea of Stiles getting grilled by your Dad while you get grilled by Noah. Plus it’s a major set-up for the next chapter……..

Summary: Parent’s Weekend has come and the mothers, fathers, and surrogate parents of Berkeley’s underclassmen have descended upon campus. The pack has a large family dinner. Sheriff Stilinski questions Y/N, and Scott, Stiles, Mr. Argent and Y/N’s dad, Tom Y/L/N, finally have a discussion.

Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen

Originally posted by rosamendesobrien

“So why is your Dad coming and not your Mom?” Scott, who was on the other side of Stiles, asked you.

“My Mom couldn’t get out of work and he kept saying ’if he’s paying for Berkeley, he wants to see me there.’” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe your dad will have some information about the vampires that he’d be more willing to share in person..” Scott reasoned.

“Maybe your dad will be able to convince you to take the martial arts class with Scott and I so that I don’t have to worry about you.” Stiles said, frustrated, flailing his arms.

“Hmm… nah.” You replied, snarkily.

Stiles opened his mouth, shocked and frustrated by your sass. “Why won’t you just take it. Y/N, come on.” Stiles whined.

“I was forced to take tae kwon do in high school and I hated every minute of it…. I’m not saying that I got knee surgery to get out of tae kwon do, but I’m also not saying that I didn’t milk it for way longer than was real…” You said facetiously, a smug grin spreading across your face.

“I hate you, you know that, right?” Stiles glared at you, as you all walked home from campus.

“Mhmm.” You smiled as you glanced down to see your hand intertwined with his. You squeezed his hand, and he glanced down at you, a smile turning up his lips. “Maybe, like boxing or krav maga or something, I just don’t want to do martial arts.”

“Krav maga would be cool, you could see if Cora and Malia want to do it with you?” Scott suggested.

“That’s a good idea.”

“Now I hate the both of you.” Stiles said as he closed the front door of their apartment behind him, watching you walk through his bedroom door and drop your backpack on the floor. He followed after you, seeing a trail of your backpack, coat, one shoe, the other shoe.

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Welp. @watchmestaand inspired an angsty fic. Whoops.
•••
Jack was known for over thinking, especially when Crutchie was sick. He’d panic the second the boy got a fever, but it was always gone in a few days. He was always fine.

That’s what Jack kept telling himself as he watched the fever climb higher and higher, and Crutchie slip more and more out of it.

He was gonna be okay. He always was.

“Hey, Kelly! Where’s your shadow? Leg still got him down?”

Jack took his papers and glared at Oscar. “Shut up.”

“Oh, I made him mad,” Oscar chuckled. “It ain’t my fault you’re so dependent on some dumb cr-”

And that’s how Jack managed to get in a fight before even being awake for an hour. He left with a black eye, but he’d argue that he hurt Oscar worse.

Selling without Crutchie felt wrong somehow. He didn’t sell with Crutchie everyday, but still. Not even having him come up every once in awhile and brag that he’d already sold ten of his papes was just strange.

Jack normally sold with a partner, even if it wasn’t Crutchie, but lately, he’d been selling alone. The other guys offered, but he refused. He probably got more pity this way, anyway. With the lack of sleep and the shiner, Jack looked a mess, which meant more money.

Going back to the lodging house was never fun, but Jack always made a beeline over. He rarely went up on the roof anymore, since he spent every second by Crutchie’s side as he slipped in and out of consciousness, holding his hand the whole time.

“…Jack?” Crutchie’s eyes fluttered half-open every now and again.

Jack always got hopeful. “How you feelin’, kid?”

“Mm…” Crutchie’s eyes always closed again. “Think ‘m sick.”

Jack sighed and rubbed circles on Crutchie’s palm with his thumb. “Yeah, you are.”

Sometimes, Crutchie asked if he’d get better soon, and Jack never knew how to respond. But, most of the time, he just fell back into a feverish sleep.

No one could stand to see Jack like this. He only got a few hours of sleep each night, if he was lucky. He was uncharacteristically quiet. It was uncomfortable for everyone.

“You’re wearing it wrong.”

Jack turned to see Katherine standing in the doorway. “What?”

Katherine smiled softly at the brown hat on Jack’s head. “You’ve got it on the wrong way.” She flipped the hat backwards and rested her hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Whoops, you’re right,” Jack smirked. “Crutchie hates it when people turn his hat forwards. He says it feels better backwards.”

Katherine bit her lip. “Take a break, Jack.”

Jack looked at her as if she’d just spoken a foreign language. “Ace, I-”

“Take. A. Break.” She repeated. “Go draw, do something that makes you happy.”

“Being with Crutchie makes me happy,” Jack argued. “I can’t leave him.”

“I’ll stay with him tonight.” Katherine said, pulling up a chair next to Jack’s. “You need some rest.”

“So do you.” Jack replied half-heartedly.

“I don’t have papers to sell tomorrow at the crack of dawn,” Katherine shot back. “Come on, Jack.”

Jack sighed. “Not all night. I’ll just…take a walk or somethin’.”

Katherine echoed his sigh. “Fine. I’ll stay with him, okay?”

“Fine.” Jack squeezed Crutchie’s hand one more time before reluctantly leaving. He hurried down the stairs and looked around. He had a nice amount of money, he realized as he stuck his hand in his pocket filled with a few coins. All those pity sales. He thought. Maybe I’ll treat myself.

•••

Now, Katherine was getting worried. Jack said he was just going on a walk, but it’d been at least a couple hours. As much as she wanted Jack to rest, she also didn’t want him doing anything stupid.

“Hey, Racetrack?” Katherine looked over at the boy in the bunk across from Crutchie’s. “Can you take over Crutchie duty for a second? I’ve got to make sure Jack isn’t being an idiot.”

“I don’t think we’re talkin’ about the same Jack,” Race smirked. “The one I know is always an idiot.”

Katherine let herself chuckle. “Go easy on him right now.”

“I can watch him, no problem.” Race said, taking Katherine’s chair as his own.

“No smoking,” Katherine said before she left. “He’s coughing enough on his own.”

With that, she left on her pursuit of Jack, but he didn’t take long to find. The second she stepped out of the Lodging House, she saw a figure sat right by the door, slumped over.

Katherine frowned. “Jack?”

Jack jumped and straightened up slightly. “Katherine? There some…news on Crutchie?”

Katherine kneeled next to him, crinkling her nose at the stench of alcohol. “Jack, what have you been doing?”

“Relaxin’, jus’ like ya told me to,” Jack sighed. “It ain’t workin’.”

Katherine rolled her eyes. “I didn’t tell you to go out and get drunk, I told you to get some rest.”

“An’ maybe I needed a lil help gettin’ the rest, huh?” Jack replied, swaying. “I was sleepin’ ‘fore you came here, you stopped me from-from restin’.”

Katherine pinched the bridge of her nose. “Jack. You’re a mess.”

“Thanks.” Jack stuck out his tongue at her.

“I mean it, Jack,” Katherine was clearly holding back anger. “Look at yourself. You’re sitting out here with a black eye and reeking of alcohol. This isn’t going to help Crutchie at all.”

“Well, yeah, no joke,” Jack grumbled. “This is how my dad ended up when-when my ma got sick, right? An’ Snyder always told me I’m gonna be a deadbeat jus’ like my father.” He took another swig from the bottle sitting next to him. “I’m jus’…I’m jus’ carryin’ on the family legacy.”

“Jack.” Katherine’s voice was sharp. “The last time you lost Crutchie, you shut down the news circulation for the entire-”

“The las’ time I lost Crutchie, I sold out my brothers and nearly bailed on all you’se to go to Santa Fe,” Jack cut in, trying to make eye contact with Katherine but not being able to focus. “You, you’re the one who wrote that paper, huh? Snyder-Snyder, he was right about me, so’s the damn Delancey’s.”

“Jack, Snyder was a sick and twisted man who knows how to dig into your worst insecurities.” Katherine said.

“If I can’t help Crutchie, if he don’t make it…” Jack trailed off and buried his head in his hands.

“If Crutchie doesn’t make it, he’s going to need you there, 100%.” Katherine retorted. “But, he wouldn’t give up on you this easy. So why are you giving up on him?”

“I don’t…I don’t know, Kath,” Jack groaned. She waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Crutchie would want you to take care of yourself.” Katherine said. “Do you know what he’d say if he saw you like this?”

“He’d probably be real upset.” Jack mumbled.

“He’d give you a hug, say he’s there for you, then punch you in the arm and tell you to pull yourself together.” Katherine replied. “So, that’s what I’m doing.”

With that, Katherine pulled Jack into a hug, which ended up being mostly one-sided as Jack just fell onto Katherine’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be alone, Jack,” She whispered. “We all want to help you through this. We’re all devastated too.”

Jack nodded. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She took his hands and helped him stand up slowly. Then, she punched his arm playfully, throwing him off balance. “Now, come on. You can spend the night at my house and clean up tomorrow.”

“I don’ wan’ your dad to see me like this,” Jack pouted. “He hates me enough. He’ll fire me.”

“Lucky for you, he’s on a business trip,” Katherine smirked. She put her arm around Jack. “Let’s get you to bed or you’ll hate yourself tomorrow.”

“I already hate m’self,” Jack slurred grouchily. “But fine. For Crutchie.”

“That’s the spirit,” Katherine chuckled. “You guys are gonna be okay.”

Jack bit his lip. “For sure?”

Katherine nodded. “For sure.”

Faint

MariChat fanfic:

The sun was just starting to set as Marinette climbed to her rooftop view, her eyebrows furrowed together and her mouth set in a grim line. It had not been a good day at all. She was late for school again this morning because a little boy had lost his mother in a crowd of people; and by the time she managed to get into school, her History exam was already 30 minutes in. She barely finished half the exam by the time she had to hand it in. But really, that was almost a walk in the park to what happened later in the afternoon. Adrien and Nino had walked up to herself and Alya after school and Adrien had specifically asked her if she wanted to come to a charity event that he had to go to, key words: with him.

“It’s going to be so boring by myself, and my Dad isn’t the biggest fan of Nino.”
“Man, your dad hates me, big time.”

“So, did you want to keep me company, Marinette?”

And what did Marinette do at this once in a lifetime opportunity to go out with Adrien, alone, in a date-like capacity. Fainted.

She had just woken up 30 minutes previously, at home, where Adrien and his driver had dropped her off with her parents. Her mother kindly informed her that, “That nice model boy from your school dropped you home after making the school nurse make sure you were okay. He said he hopes you feel better. Isn’t that sweet?”

Marinette just couldn’t take her mother’s probing about her relationship with that nice young man. Mostly because Marinette didn’t have a relationship with him. She could barely get out two words on a good day to him; if she couldn’t talk to him what chance did she have of ever going on a date with him. Answer: No chance.

A heavy sigh left her mouth and she slid down the fence until she was sitting on the ground, her knees tucked in and her head resting on them. She wasn’t ever going to live this down, and worse, she wasn’t ever going to get anywhere with Adrien. It was just all so humiliating.

Cat Noir landed stealthily just beside where her head rested, a deep purr rumbling. “Marinette, what paw-fect timing. I wanted to see if you were okay.”

Marinette raised her head slightly so she could look into Cat’s. To the untrained eye, he might just look like his normal flirty self, but to her, she saw the worry. It was the slight downwards turn of his lip and the gentle furrow between his eyes. If news of her idiocy had already gotten to Cat Noir, Marinette’s life may as well be over. Without any preamble, Marinette rested her forehead on her knees and began to sob. She knew it was even more pathetic; she knew that it would cause the kind-hearted kitty to worry even more about her, but she just couldn’t help it. It had been an awful awful day, and it just wasn’t getting any better.

Cat Noir instantly went into protective mode, leaping down next to the crying girl and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Marinette. What’s wrong? Please?”

Marinette flung her arms around his neck and continued to sob noisily into his catsuits shoulder. “I-I ruined e-e-everything!” Her sobs seemed to be getting louder and more desperate and Cat just held her even closer, murmuring reassuring things in her ear.

“Shhhh. Shhh. Nothing is ruined. You’re okay.”

She seemed to disagree with that, as she shook her head against his shoulder, her sobs, impossibly getting even louder. It was maybe 20 minutes later that Marienette had finally cried herself out, her face red and blotchy, but no longer streaming with tears. Cat still held her tightly in a hug, smoothing her hair back from her face. Once even her sniffles had quietened, Cat Noir, with an effortless grace, picked up the lovely girl and carried her, bridal style, back to her room. He sat them both on the bed,  depositing her snuggly in his lap to continue holding her.

They sat like that in silence, his arms wrapped snugly around her waist and hers still securely clasped behind his neck, until Marinette cleared her throat and looked up at the cat before her. “I’m sorry, kitty, I’m a mess tonight.”

Shaking his head softly, he tsked his tongue. “No need to apologize, sweetheart.” Not quite sure why he did, Cat Noir nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck gently, his lips finding the spot under her ear. Her startled gasp turned into a quiet moan, and Cat grinned against her neck. “I do want to know what you think you ruined though. Because I bet you it’s not as bad as you think.”

Marinette chuckled without mirth; her mouth slanting down in a frown again. “Trust me, kitty. I really messed things up.” His green cats eyes stared at her, patiently, imploringly. “The boy at school; the one I’ve told you about. I missed my chance today.” A lone tear spilled out the side of one eye just thinking about it again.

Without missing a beat Cat kissed the cheek that the tear was sliding down, stopping it in its tracks. “He’s a stupid boy then. He should be so lucky to date you.” Fondly, Cat raised a paw and ran it through Marinette’s unbound hair, brushing it out softly.

“No, no. He didn’t do anything. I was the stupid one. He asked me to an event, a charity thing.” Cat’s eyes went wide as saucers, his breath completely stopping. Marinette forged on, unaware of Cat’s surprise. “And I just… I fainted. Which I’m sure you know, that’s why you’re here. I just… I can’t even talk to him, kitty. I get all tongue tied and flushed and I… I don’t know what to do.” Marinette laid her head against his shoulder, tightening her hold a little as she began to wallow again.

“I… Marinette, this boy…”

A helpless sigh, “Is wonderful, kitty. And I’m a moron.”

No matter that it was actually him that was the imbecile here, Cat just couldn’t let Marinette think such thoughts about herself. “No, you aren’t. You’re kind, and clever, and selfless and resourceful and… Marinette, you’re wonderful. Don’t you know that?” A paw came up and raised her chin so she could look him in the eyes, so she could see the truth in them.

Marinette sniffed delicately and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Kitty…”

He heard the disagreement in her voice, and before she could argue with him he did the only thing that he could think of; the only thing he had been able to think of since he got to her balcony. He kissed her.

He tried, oh he tried, to be gentle. To keep the kiss sweet and innocent and new. But Marinette was almost addicting. Her lips was the softest things he had ever felt, and he could feel her smiling against him. Slowly, he let his tongue dart out and lick at her bottom lip before nipping at it, sucking, basking in her cherry sweet taste. And just when he was almost certain that he could reign himself back in, that he could pull away and allow her to talk, she let out a quiet but desperate moan. It was one word, “Kitty.” And he was undone all over again. Hands were in hair, and teeth nibbled and sucked while tongues danced. In the chaos, Marinette had wiggled in his hold and ended up straddling his lap in an effort to get closer. She was warm and soft in his arms, and Cat Noir could do nothing to resist her.

An eternity later, as Cat was pecking kisses against her collarbone, Marinette’s head tilted back, he had a thought. Another kiss against her throat, “Sweetheart.”

An answering whimper.

“I have a surprise for you. I think you’ll like it.” He leaned up to nibble on her ear, pulling at it gently with his teeth.

She grinned at him, eyebrows raised even as her eyes were still shut with pleasure. “Are you being dirty, kitty?”

He scoffed, mentally filing away the images that that sentence had conjured in his mind for later. “Not at all. It’s an actual surprise.”

Marinette tilted her head down and cocked it to the side cutely. “Oh, what is it?”

Cat Noir grinned like the cheshire cat he was and pecked the lovely girl on the lips once more. “Claws in, Plagg!”

Marinette began to protest, straining in his grasp to get away from him; to cover her eyes. But it was too late. As soon as he had uttered the words, Cat Noir, the superhero that she was straddling, had morphed into Adrien Agreste. It took not even two seconds for Marinette to faint this time.

The One, Part 6

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?

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Jin

Summery: Jin is the best surprise you could have even asked for

W/C: 2230

You had had a long, hard day at work. Working for your fathers company was something you never wanted to do but you needed the money so you could support you’re livelihood. And at the end of the day all you wanted to do was go home, see your boyfriend and go to sleep. But Jin was away. He’d been away for three weeks now which made your life even more stressful. You’d never admit this to him in fear of his head getting to big, but he was the light of your life.

You opened the door to your one bedroom apartment with sloppy hands, cussing as the door flew open and your keys dropped to the floor. You kicked your shoes off and threw your bag on the floor all while rubbing your face, not caring if you rubbed your makeup down your cheeks. You stopped looking towards your  living room. Something was off.

“Jagiya! Surprise!!!” Jin said pooping out of the kitchen so fast and with so much noice you couldn’t help the scream that left your lips as you fell to the floor. You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself for being so startled, all of your worries disappearing in a second. You felt his hands reach out and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck as he laughed. He picked you up from the ground and swayed you back in fourth in his arms.

“I’m making dinner.” He said and you chucked again noticing the pink apron that was tied around his waist.

“Why are you so good to me.” You said as he dipped down to press his lips to yours. Your stomach flipped at this. He wasn’t able to touch you without a bundle of butterflies exploding in your stomach, again something you would never admit to him.

The two of you walked back to the kitchen and you hoisted yourself on the counter listening to Jin talk about his surprise and how he had everyone lie to you so he could fully convince you there was an extra week to be added onto your waiting. He then went on to tell you about a few of the funny things that had happened while he was away. You listened and would laugh with him but you could only fully focus on his lips and how he would laugh at his own stories. After putting the noodles in the boiling water and turning the homemade sauce on simmer he made his way back over and stepped between your legs. He smiled up to you before turning his head to kiss the inside of your hand that reached up for his cheek.

“I missed you so much, you know.” He said more seriously.

“Not as much as I missed you.” You said as he started to run his long fingers across the skin of your exposed back.

“Why would you wear a shirt like this to work?” He said with a testing smile.

“Im trying to get fired so I don’t have to work for my dad anymore.” You joked making him laugh again.

“As soon as there is a position with us open for you thats worth quitting your job for you know you can have it. I just can’t have your dad hating me now.” he said still tracing circles on your back.

“Jin, he loved you so much. The son I never had.” You said mimicking your dads deep voice causing Jin to chuckle.

He placed a kiss on your lips before turning back to the stove to quickly stir the food before walking back over to you. He pressed himself in-between your legs and rested his head on your chest allowing him to hear your heartbeat and you to kiss the top of his head. You felt him smile again through your shirt.

“Why are you so smiley today?” You said causing him to nestle further into your chest.

“Im just excited for desert.” He said.

“Ohh, whats for desert?” You said smiling.

“You.”

Dinner was not what you originally what you thought it was going to be. With Jin’s last comment you couldn’t help but squirm in your seat every time he looked at you. He had set a mood and until it was acted upon everything to you was uncomfortable. Jin had hardly swallowed his last bite of food before you were standing up and placing your dish and his in the sink.

“You’re eager.” He said standing up and folding his arms. You didn’t say anything, instead you walked up to him and took ahold of his hand and pulled him along with you to the bedroom.

“Jagiya, take a breath.” He said pulling you to a stop once you entered the bedroom. He placed a hand on your cheek and smiled sweetly. “Go lay down.”

You followed his instructions and moved to the bed and laid on your side as you watched him walk over to your array of candles. Slowly he lit each one which instantly filled the room with the sweet sent of  woods and flowers. He move up to you and place himself in front of you. He smiled again once he was next to you, but even his sweet smile couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of your stomach that needed attention at that very moment.

Jin scooted closer to you and used one of his fingers to brush aside a strand of hair. His finger trailed from behind your ear to your chin where he lifted it slightly so he could have full access of your mouth. He kissed you gently and you took a deep breath as the butterflies exploded once more. This kiss was different than the ones from the kitchen. Though they weren’t rough they had so much need behind them as he pressed his lips to yours in a way that made you eventually roll to your back so he now hovered above you. Your arms trailed up his arms and across his broad shoulders before they wrapped themselves around his neck bringing his chest down to yours. The feeling of him on top of you was something that was always a comfort to you. Something that you missed very much.

The butterflies erupted again as one of his hands trailed up your side and under your shirt till he was met with the thin lace of the bandeau you were wearing. The lace didn’t stop him though, he kept pushing his hand up until his hand rested under the lace. You knew he wanted you to be naked already so he could touch as much of your skin as he could, but you also knew rushing into things sometimes made him nervous and unless he was initiating the quickness of things you felt it better to just let him take charge. That being said, his slow motions were usually what turned you on the most. As attractive as it was to have him basically ripping your clothes from your body there was something to say about his gently touch. It was hard to fight him when every move he made was with so much thought and love.

When he finally pulled his hand from under your shirt and sat you up you knew lifting your arms for him to undress you was the next step. He smiled as he pulled the garment from your body slowly before taking his own shirt off and once again leaning down to let his skin press against yours. Your pants were the next thing to go and once again he undressed you slowly making sure to kiss every part of your body before returning back to your lips. You ran your hands up and down his back as he kissed you before bringing your hands between the two of you. You started to undo his pants and when he let you fully unzip his pants he rolled the two of you over so taking his pants off would be simple.  

You couldn’t help but blush at the fact his member was already standing at attention. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. Jin pulled you back down and after you reconnected your lips with his you swung your leg over his lap and sunk down till you were hardly touching his member. You lightly grazed yourself against it till a moan finally left his mouth, you loved to hear him moan. This sense of vulnerability was something you held very dear to your heart, especially since he was such a public figure. He moved his hands to your hips and asked you to drop all the way, which you were more than happy to do. His hands followed the movements of your hips as you continued to kiss him. Soon you were moving so feverishly over his member he had to stop you to prevent the fun from being over too soon.

He flipped you onto your back again and propped himself up with one arm to support him as he died his head to kiss along your neck, saving the sweet spot behind your ear for last. While he did this his hand traveled up your sides again till his fingers met the lace once more. He kissed you again before his hands started to kneed at one of your breasts causing your breathing to get heavy and frustrated at the fact he wasn’t touching your skin. Jin seemed to read your mind as he reached under you to unclasp your bra and pull it off. He reconnected his hands with your chest as his lips moved once again from  your mouth to your neck. The connection was once again broken as his fingers started to trail down your body till they hooked around your panties. He took no hesitation this time to pull them off of you and was even quicker to rub your slit gently. His lips returned to yours and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as he started to pump a single long finger into your already dripping core. You hips rolled with his hands and you quickly pushed him off of you, tired of the foreplay.

You reached for his boxers and bit your lip as he smiled at your eagerness. Pulling them down you looked from his member and bent down to kiss the throbbing tip before he pulled you onto your back. You giggled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he bet down to kiss you again. You almost forgot the nakedness of Jin above you but the moment he started to line himself up with  you, you couldn’t help but let out another moan.

“God I love you so much.” He said in a husky voice after entering all the way into you, pausing to give you a second to adjust to his length.

You tried to respond but the sudden movement of his pumping forced the words back down your throat. Each pump was quicker than the last as his aggressive side started to peak through. He rubbed one of his hands up and down your side while the other braced himself up against the bed. His eyes were dark now as he started down at you. You couldn’t look away from his gaze, but the pleasure running through your body would cause you to arch your back and close your eyes.

“Jin.” You breathed as he pulled you closer to him so he could get even deeper.

“Yes baby.” He said, but once again before you could answer he reached down to your clit and another wave of pleasure shot through your body and your back arched as you started to climb to your high.

Between the swift motion of his hips hitting yours and the gentle rubbing of his fingers it didnt take long for you to melt over him. You gave one last shaky moan before your body arched and your orgasm hit you full force. Seeing you moaning in pleasure set Jin over the edge and with one long low shaky moan he released into you.

Almost immediately after he removed himself from you he was lifting you in in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. You gasped before laughing and hitting his chest as you noticed he had taken the time to set up the bathroom with roses and more candles. He set you on the counter and started the bath and once there was enough water he dropped a bath bomb in the water. He walked back over to you and wrapped his arms around your bare waist. He left down to kiss you gently.

“I love you.” You said kissing him gently.

“I love you more.”

You let him pull you off the counter and guide you to the tub where he sat you down between his legs. You tiled your head back so you were resting against his shoulder and sighed as he gently lifted the water to your skin. You let your fingers trace over his exposed knee and smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed your shoulders all while peppering kisses down your neck. You sat up and flipped yourself over so your chests were now pressed together. You kissed him deeply once before pulling up and biting your lip.

“Round two?”

I Will Never Judge You

Can I request one where Starks daughter (16/17) lives with her mom but tony kept in touch. When she come out as bisexual her mom isn’t supportive and kicks her out. She shows up at the tower with just her backpack and in tears looking for him and he drops everything to comfort her.

Tony x daughter!reader

Warnings: Unsupportive mom, getting kicked out

y/m/n=your mother’s name

a/n: sorry if there are any typos, my eyes are messed up and I can’t really see the words too well, they’re a blur. But here it is! I hope you like it!


“MOM, YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” You were sobbing and begging your mom, “Ple..please, don’t do this. Why are you doing this?”

“Pack your stuff and get out of my house. I don’t want someone like you living under my roof, get out. I did not raise you this way.” Your mom answered you, you were sobbing, you threw your important stuff in your school backpack and ran out.


You ran all night, you finally made it to your father’s house, well tower. Jarvis was the one who ‘answered’ the door. “Who is it, oh my Ms. y/n. Come in your father is in the kitchen.” You got inside and got in the elevator, you were upstairs in no time.

“Hey baby girl! I didn’t know you were coming, I’m glad you’re here, I’ve missed… what happened, are you hurt? Are you okay, sweetie?” He got frantic when he saw your tear stained face.

“Dad.” That’s all you could get out then you started sobbing, he ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Come over here, let’s sit down. I need you to tell me what happened, sweetie. I’ve got you, you’re okay, just breathe.” He said kissing your forehead.

“Dad, she kicked me out, she hates me because… because I told her I am bisexual. She threw me out. I didn’t know she would hate me, she said I could tell her anything, but she threw me out.” You said sniffling, trying to control your crying. Tony got real quiet, which made you nervous, “Dad, please don’t tell me you hate me, too…” You said starting to cry again.

“No, baby, no. I could never hate you. I will never judge you for who you are, you don’t choose who you love, it just happens. You can stay here with me, you don’t have to worry about anything, I’ve got you.” Tony answered you.


A couple nights passed and you stayed with your dad, he was so attentive. If you even looked a little sad he would try to find something to make you happy, he would even hug you at random times. It was nice how he always tried to comfort you, he even started to teaching you how to build several things, you got his smarts, but you’ve never had the chance to put things together. It was fun. While you were in his ‘office’ Jarvis announce “Y/m/n is calling, would you like to answer it, sir?

“Y/n, will you go upstairs? I need to talk to your mother alone.” He pushed you out of the room, then you heard him answer the phone, before you completely went upstairs you listened for a bit.

“Is she with you?” Your mom asked.

“Yes, how in the hell could you kick our 16 year old daughter out like that? What if she didn’t have me, what were you expecting her to do? That is bullshit….” Your dad started to get real pissed so Jarvis asked you kindly to go upstairs, he didn’t believe you needed to hear this.

You went upstairs and it was a good thirty minutes before Tony came upstairs, “Hey sweetie, your mother and I talked. You’re staying with me permanently, is that okay with you? If you want to move back in with her you can, but I promise you that if you ever want to come back you can. I will always be here for you.” He said, trying to hide the fear on his face from the thought of you leaving.

“Of course I’m staying here, these have been the best couple of days and you don’t judge me for who I am. I mean, I still need to call my mom and talk to her about, you know, everything… but I want to live with you.” You told your dad.

He smiled from ear to ear and came over to hug you, “I promise to always love you with no judgement. We are going to have so much fun, and I have a lot to teach you! You’re my legacy anyways!” He said with a serious look and a small chuckle. You knew this was the best decision you made.