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Sensing the Gods

Zeus:
Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery

Hera:
Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven

Hades:
Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken

Hermes:
Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road

Demeter:
Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk

Aphrodite:
Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment

Ares:
Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country

Hephaestus:
Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak

Apollo:
Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue

Artemis:
Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods

Athena:
Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book

Persephone:
Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Taste: pomegranates

Poseidon:
Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming

Asclepius:
Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Scent: disinfectant
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath

Helios:
Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window

Dionysus:
Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine

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Missing you..

Series: Tom Holland Dad Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Evelynn Toms Daughter misses him while he’s away in the states filming. The reader snaps a photo of their sleeping daughter.

Warnings: cute fluff,sad, adorableness

Word Count: 1,500+

A/N:Why I make these kind of imagines more often is because when I was younger the chemo I had damaged parts of me and my ovaries and I won’t be able to have kids unless a miracle happens. I’m living my future vicariously through my imagines when I type these FYI..


-not a part 2 for Double Trouble but I’m tempted to just make a series for Evelynn & Reid’s mischievous adventures.


[Reader’s POV]


    The hard parts are when Tom is away for months. It’s especially the hardest on Evelynn because she is definitely a Daddy’s girl. Whenever Tom was home she fluttered around like a moth to the flame. Currently Tom was in the states working on a film and Evelynn hated it. 

    She would have Tom read to her over FaceTime so she could sleep. He FaceTimed the twins as much as he could. Sometimes he would be so tired and pass out,but would send a video in the morning for both of them. Tom loves the twins so much and it hurts his just as much. He can’t see his children grow up and cause mayhem while he’s away.


“Reid have seen your sister?” you ask cutting some apples in the kitchen. Reid looks up from the book he was reading at the table. Shaking his head no he looks back down flipping a page.

  Setting the knife aside on the counter next to the cutting board. Grabbing your phone off of the charging stand you exit the kitchen. Checking the living room for her little body she isn’t in there as well. Heading up the stairs with Tessa following closely behind.Her tags jingling as she ran up the steps.


    Walking down the hall you check her and Reid’s room. The shared room looking a mess but no Evelynn. Making a mental note of having to come back and clean the mess. Turning to the side you see your bedroom door slightly cracked open. A small enough crack that matched the size of your missing daughter. 


    Opening the door slowly you peep your head into the room. Seeing a bun of curls resting against Tom’s pillow. Your feet sinking into the soft carpet of the room as you walk towards the bed. Her dark rose dress peeking out from the comforter that she was hugging. Looking at her sweet sleeping face made you did a bit on the inside. You created that little human, you can stare all you want.


    Pulling out your phone to open up the camera. Once it’s ready you snap a few pictures of Evelynn. Hitting the share button you type Tom’s name in the recipient bar. Clicking it when it pops up the message forms. The cursor flickers waiting for you to type something.


You:

Someone is sleeping on your side of the bed, she misses you so much baby xx


Your phone buzzes instantly with a response from Tom.


Tom Holland/Daddy Holland:

She looks so peaceful, how is she doing? More importantly are you still feeling ill?


You:

She had another fit that you couldn’t call tonight for the 4th time this week. I’m not mad baby it’s her that’s fussy. I’m still feeling nauseous and my head is pounding. 


Tom Holland/Daddy Holland:

Darling please tell her I’m sorry, we’ve been so busy on set sometimes we get let out super late. I don’t want her to be mad at me.. Tell her and Reid I love them so so much. Take care , go to the doctor if you feel worse.. I love you so much 


You:

I love you more,remember to stretch before doing anything crazy xx


Tom Holland/Daddy Holland:

Of course darling, see you soon 


    Going into our closet I pick out one of Tom’s t-shirts. Picking up Tom’s cologne bottle and taking off the cap. Spraying the shirt once and setting the bottle down. Raising the shirt to your face inhaling the scent. A pang in your chest happens of missing your husband. 


     Walking over to the bed you lay the shirt over her exposed body. Her face scrunches from slightly waking but them smiles as she turns over. Evelynn grabs the shirt holding it to her chest. A smile tugs at your lips at the sight of your daughter. Even though he wasn’t here you could still make it feel like he was home.


    Before the kids were around you would do that. Spraying his shirts would help you sleep better. Of course it helps Evelynn a bit while he’s gone. Reid misses him as well but is afraid to show emotions cause he’s the “man of the house” while Tom is away. Yet he holds onto the s]Spider-Man figure in his sleep. It was the one Tom brought home for him while he was away.


    Tying your hair up into a ponytail you slip on one of Tom’s jumpers. Heading out of the room you make your way back down the stairs. Reid was playing with Tessa in the living room per usual. Reid drops the toy running over to you.


“Mum did you find Lynn?” he asks looking behind you to not seeing his sister come down the stairs. 


“She’s sleeping love, let me finish your lunch okay? I’ll put hers in the fridge for when she wakes up.. Daddy sends his love all the way from the states” Ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.


“Is daddy ever going to come home?” Reid question makes your smile drop.


“O-Of course Darling, he’s just working really hard with Robbie J’ to make a cool movie.. It’s a part of his job to be away sometimes” Tilting your sons chin up you poke his nose earning a smile from him. 


“When does he come back mum?” Reid asks as you make your way to the kitchen.


“Well if you live everyday without thinking of the time it will go by faster, that’s what I did while your daddy and I dated before we got married” You explain pulling out a plate from the cupboard. 


“How did you get through your days without seeing daddy?” his questions making you smile, he was curious about so many things. That’s why he has his nose buried in a book most of the time.


“Well I got through it by just knowing your daddy loves me very much and I think that’s what you and Evelynn should do too.. He loves you so much and will always come back home to us because we’re what he gets to come home to after all his hard work” explaining to him how you truly felt while you arranged his food. Picking up his plate you walk over to the table setting it down in front of him.


“Mumma I miss daddy” Evelynn’s voice makes you turn around. Her curls were disheveled and a pout on her lips. She was holding onto Tom’s black t-shirt that you sprayed earlier.


“Oh honey, I miss him too.. but hey guess what.. Daddy says he loves you very much and hopes you’re not mad at him” you say picking up your half awake daughter.


“Mumma I could never be mad at daddy!” Evelynn gasps looking up at you, her mouth ajar from shock.


“Maybe you can say that in a video to reassure him, he feels bad he hasn’t been able to read to you these past few nights..” Pulling out your phone you open up the camera. Clicking the reverse button so it’s now facing Evelynn. She presses the record button grabbing the phone from your hands.


“uhm hi daddy! It’s one of your twins and I wanted to say I love you and I miss you lots, so much it’s crazy.. I’m not mad at you daddy, Reid and I just want you to come home.. Mumma cries at night so I think she misses you mos-”


“Evelynn oh jeez” you face palm from her saying you’ve been crying.


“before Mumma interrupted me daddy, know we’re all missing you.. even Tessa bear” Evelynn smiles showing her missing tooth. She presses the stop button handing your phone back. Sending the video to Tom so he has something to watch later.


“Can we make a drawing for daddy and Robbie J?” Evelynn asks as you set her down on the floor. Nodding you walk to the closet in the hall. Grabbing some craft stuff you bring it to the table along with her food.


“I call the Spider-Man coloring book!” the twins shout simultaneously. Watching the both of them reach for it. Evelynn and Reid having a staring contest as their hands grip the book.


“You two there are two sides to a coloring book, what do we do? You ask looking at the two of them. They both sigh looking over at you letting go of the book.


“We’re twins and there’s two sides cause sharing is caring” Reid and Evelynn speak at the same time with smiles on their faces. There we go, go mom.


Just have to keep them busy and distracted till he comes home.We’re missing you around here Tom..

Daddy Negan {Part 3}

Word count: 3.8k
**Rated MA for mature audiences only!**
Notes: I AM SORRY for such a long wait! Enjoy <3
Gifs are not mine.
Summary: You break a rule and you do it on purpose.
KNIFEPLAY, CHOKING, DADDY KINK, SPANKING, BOUNDED, GAGGED.
{Part One} {Part Two}

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Lately Negan has been very busy running things at the Sanctuary, and being the wife of a big badass leader meant there would be night’s where he would not have time for any of the wives or you. This was one of those weeks but the very first time you were experiencing his long absence since joining the group. Negan did not know if he would be back in a day or two, or a week. Not knowing was the worst. “He’s fine, just busy making sure we’re all okay.” Sherry reassured you and you nodded, grabbing the glass of wine she offered you to relax. But no matter how many glasses you were about to drink, nothing would drown out how deeply you missed Daddy.

“I’m going to bed.” You said out loud, lifting from the group of couches where the rest of the wives sat. You had heard them all whisper amongst one another when you started to leave, you knew none of them felt as strongly for Negan as you did. They were all just a little too happy that he was gone. You didn’t like it. 

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Coming Home Sam x Reader

“DADDY!!! DADDY!!!” Your daughters voice screamed as Sam walked through the door. His exhausted look changed to one of pure happiness as he scooped her up and kissed her cheek “my princess!” He smiled as she hugged his neck tightly “I missed you daddy” she said softer as she hugged him. “I missed you too princess. We’re you good for mommy while I was gone?” Sam asked as he trudged slowly down the hallway. He ached all over but having Sarah in his arms made the pain more bearable.

“I tried to be, she’s gotten madder” Sarah sighed looking down. Sam kissed her head “I know sweetie. She’s been angry with daddy too” he said quietly. “Is it cause she got big?” Sarah asked as Sam smiled “that’s got something to do with it” he chuckled and pushed the bedroom door open. You were covered up on the bed sound asleep. “You been sleeping in here princess?” Sam whispered as she nodded “the whole week you were gone!” She giggled quietly.

Sam chuckled and took her to her room and laid her in bed “well why don’t you go back to sleep and let daddy go rest with mommy for a while” he whispered as she curled up in bed “okay daddy. I love you,” she grinned. “I love you too my princess,” he smiled and covered her up before leaving the room. When Sam returned to your room you’d rolled over and now faced his side of the bed. Sam stripped down carefully, knowing he’d be as stiff as a board in the morning. But sliding into bed next to you, your swollen womb with his sleeping son inside pressed into his stomach as he moved closer made everything better. His hot skin against yours caused you to wake up and look up into his eyes “Sam,” you whispered grinning “hey baby, how’s our little man?” He whispered pressing a hand to your belly. “I’m sure he’ll actually let me sleep now that you’re finally back home,” you grinned holding his hand as he kissed you deeply. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “I love you too Sam” you whispered smiling as your eyes closed as he pressed his lips to yours.

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Requested: It’s kinda sad but it’s where y/n and Shawn have a kid but not long after he or she is born Shawn has to go back on tour but when he gets back 4 or 5 months later their kid doesn’t recognize Shawn and it obviously hurts him

Your name: submit What is this?

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You shift your baby boy in your arms, telling him for the probably the fiftieth time today, “Baby, guess who’s coming home?” Of course, at four months old, he isn’t going to answer you. Instead, he just looks up at you, eyes sparkling. His brown eyes look so much like his father’s. Having him around is at least some condolence for the fact that Shawn is gone so much. You answer your own question, “Your daddy is coming home today,” You tell him, a large smile spreading across your face, and he smiles in response, although he doesn’t actually understand you. “He’ll be home any minute now.” You tell your son, planting a kiss on his chubby cheek before placing him down on the carpet to play by himself.

You’re beyond excited for your husband to finally come home. Two months was far too long to be away from him, but he was on his world tour and even though it pained both of you to be apart for so long, you didn’t want to fly overseas with your son while he was still so young, and the way that Shawn’s tour was planned out, it didn’t leave enough time for him to come all the way home to see you two. You facetimed frequently, and sent Shawn about a million pictures and videos of your son, and even then he always wanted more.

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anonymous asked:

Actual werewolf Dadsona (big puppy, basically) and the dads' reactions?

Robert is everyone’s fave cryptid hunter daddy and he knew. Your reactions every time he comes home are the first giveaway. In fact, you don’t tell him, he asks you. And when you confirm he claps his hands together and looks more excited than he’s ever looked. “Please, please tell me all the ins and outs of your life. I have to know everything.” He’s so earnest. He then starts to give you some MAJOR. SHIT. Buys you collars. Hides dog treats around the house. One night he flicks to kitchen light on to see you sitting at the table and chewing on a greenie. He smirks.

Joseph is really scared of you for a minute. Then you explain to him that this has been you the entire time, nothing has changed, he just knows now. And that helps to calm him a little but he’s still a little afraid it won’t be something he can handle. He expresses that to you immediately, and the two of you have a real conversation about how you live your life. After than he makes little jokes around you, like calling you Beethoven or Air Bud.

Mat laughs and says, “Oh hey, that’s why you like my baked good so much!” He mostly just goes with it. Like…he’s not about to question you, yknow? And this doesn’t change much for him. He likes to sit outside with you at night while you run around the yard. He plays guitar for you and lets you fall asleep curled up at his feet. Literally adores you in every way.

Damien is upset with you for not telling him. The first time Damien brought you over to the house Lucien had had a bad allergic reaction and said, “Dad, did you wash your volunteer clothes? It feels like there’s a dog in here.” After that it happened every time you came over and Damien couldn’t figure out why. He’s a little sad that you didn’t tell him and were willing to put Lucien through this??? So he expects you to take a shower before you come over (that makes it a little better). Robert knows a guy that knows a guy that makes protection charms. He thinks the guy could probably make a necklace that would chill out Lucien’s allergies around you. Other than that whole complicated mess Damien is actually thrilled with how adorable you are and he gets really blushy whenever you nuzzle into his jaw.

Craig is like “What the fuck why didn’t you tell me when we were literally living together” and “is that why you’d always disappear like once a month???” He then proceeds to challenge you to a race. “Wait, what kind of dog do you turn into?? Will you show me?” Now when you guys play catch he throws the ball and lets you run after it.

Brian realizes something is up when you catch his Frisbee in your mouth. Also realizes that this makes more sense now because you always seemed to be on high alert around his dog. You get jealous when he spends more time with his pupper than you?? Brian has now taken to scratching his hand through your hair when the two of you are cuddling.

Hugo wants to know about your family history and your lifestyle. He thinks it’s cute how you play with the Duchess Cordelia. He isn’t so afraid to be a little rougher with you now (wink wink). He warns you not to tell Ernest unless you want literally the entire town to know. Ernest finds out and tells Hugo he should buy you a collar. Hugo blushes cherry red.

anonymous asked:

Daddy bots!! TFP Optimus Prime and Smokescreen, RID15 Grimlock and Bumblebee caring for their sparkling(s) while their S/O is away? Bonus: Sparkling Shenanigans~!!!

Transformers: Prime


Optimus Prime


- When he discovered he’d be caring for your sparkling alone as you left for a mission, he was rightfully concerned. Not only is it best for the sparkling to be cared for by it’s carrier in it’s earlier stages, but he’s not as experienced as you are when dealing with the bitlet.

- It goes better than expected, and for a while, Optimus isn’t sure why he was ever worried. The sparkling was quite peaceful, resting in his arms with an old toy in their little servos. He couldn’t help cooing at the little bitlet, gently nuzzling his helm against theirs. Optimus nearly melts when the baby starts cooing back, giggling and grabbing at their sire.

- But he does eventually discover the problems that come with caring for a baby so small, as he just then discovers the kid’s been able to transform for the past few weeks. Arcee nearly spit out her energon when she saw Optimus chasing the tiny truck across the hallways.

- You come back home from your mission and are instantly relieved of any worries you might’ve had. Instead of seeing the chaos you expected, you walked in to see your sparkmate at rest with your child resting just as peacefully on his chassis.



Smokescreen


- DEAR LORD HAVE MERCY

- Smokescreen is definitely going to need help. He cannot, and I say this in full confidence, cannot care for your child alone.

- He can barely hold the child correctly as it is. Spending a full day caring for the tiny bitlet is definitely going to be a challenge; but, as the sparkling’s sire, is more than willing to put the effort into learning. He soaks up as much advice from you as possible before you leave.

- It starts out smoothly. Smokescreen got the kid to take a nap for a couple hours, allowing to get a few things done around the base; and 3 hours later, the child is awake and ready to play.

- You had told him some of the kid’s more favored games during your little debrief session before you left. They had a preference for any racing games, but were also not against a few good rounds of hide and seek. Smokescreen was definitely lucky when it came to the temperament of his child. They never got upset for more than a moment when they lost at a game, too hyper and excited for the next round to care.

- After a few scrapes along the way, Smokescreen and your bitlet pass out in a little sire and spawn cuddle pile. It was the best thing to come home to.



RiD15


Grimlock


- Daddy dino? Daddy dino.

- Your child is probably just as energy-filled as their sire, and being that they likely have a dino mode of some sort, are just as rowdy. While Grimlock is always around to help you care for the bitty, he’s always had quite a few hiccups. He’s rightfully concerned for his own ability to watch the kid on his own. You have to reassure him several times throughout the day before he feels he’s ready enough for it.

- Lucky for him, the kiddo seems less ruff-and-tuff now that mom isn’t around. Instead, they look bored; after all, a carrier is usually the closest friend to a young bitlet they can get. Grim knows for sure they play with you a lot; he can often hear you both when you do.

- Grimlock doesn’t take long to break into the kid’s shell, and is quick to become their playmate as well as keeping the role as their sire. It’s a sweet sight to come home to, when you see a tuckered out dinobot and his little bitlet resting peacefully under a patch of sunlight. You made sure to join them, happily nestling your way into the cuddle pile. You’re the cutest family ever.


Bumblebee


- Bumblebee is the definition of a nervous, yet strict dad. He tries to take a more Optimus-like approach with his parenting, and is usually successful in doing so. But Bumblebee has a harder time keeping an eye on the bitlet than he’d like to admit. Even when you’re around, he has a tendency to lose track of the baby speedster.

- When you have to leave the kid with him while you go on a mission? He’s got the bitty on lockdown. Never loses track of them, godly dad reflex speed whenever the kid’s about to do something dumb, etc. It’s impressive for a dad who nearly had a heart attack when the kid picked up a sharp pencil. 

- Despite his overprotectiveness, he learns more about his kid throughout the day. He learns about his child’s love of racing games and Earthen vehicle modes, as well as the toys and games they can find lying about; probably left behind by their carrier before they left. Bumblebee never thought playing jenga with a toddler would be so challenging. 

- At the end of the day, you walk in to the sight of Bumblebee and your child sitting together and watching the stars. While Bee may be protective and nervous, he’s still a pretty great dad.

Penny Dreadful Sentence Starters
  1. “You’re pretty goddamn sure you know what’s going on all the time.”
  2. “And that everything can again be like it was… though I know that can never be.”
  3. “You do not belong here, even less than I.”
  4. “I wonder what lips yours have kissed and where. Too many, I’m sure.”
  5. “So have the courage to face your own sin before you cite mine so easily.”
  6. “When the moment comes, look into my eyes and pull the trigger.”
  7. “May I kiss your neck?”
  8. “How cruel you are…”
  9. “Can I help you in any way?”
  10. “And what do you seek to escape?”
  11. “I believe in everything but god.”
  12. “I thought you liked games.”
  13. “Where is your master?”
  14. “I hate him, that fucker, God, you see.”
  15. “You should’ve kissed me. Will you kiss me now?”
  16. “Her passing was a thing of grace, I promise you.”
  17. “What a simple thing it is to snap your neck. You are so fragile, you…”
  18. “Don’t let me hurt anyone.”
  19. “There was a time I would gladly have killed you, and there may come a time when I gladly shall.”
  20. “Your hands want to touch, but your head wants to appraise. Your heart is torn between the two.”
  21. “Do not be amazed at anything you see… and don’t hesitate.”
  22. “To save her, I would murder the world.”
  23. “Whatever interest, whatever need you think you have, you must forget you ever saw it.”
  24. “You can do better. Give me words.”
  25. “What happened to your lip?”
  26. “As you grow up, you’ll learn we all do things which cause us shame. Sins we have committed…”
  27. “No, no, I don’t want to sleep!”
  28. “I love you for your weakness.”
  29. “Did I deserve that?”
  30. “There’s something wrong here. What haven’t you told me?”
  31. “Perhaps it has always been there – this thing, this demon inside me – or behind my back, waiting for me to turn around.”
  32. “There are things you can’t control.”
  33. “You really shouldn’t come in here…”
  34. “Your daddy says come home, so home you come.”
  35. “Stop this right now.”
  36. “I could never love you.”
  37. “Because the truth is unendurable.”
  38. “Right behind you. Don’t you feel him in the dark? On the back of your neck, his breath… Now one finger reaching out… Do you not feel it?”
  39. “If your goal is to have me surrender to you, that day will never come.”
  40. “There’s always a way to make a living when you’ve a bit of flesh, isn’t there?”
  41. “Nothing I would say would come as a surprise, so you simply want the satisfaction of hearing me say it. Very well.”
  42. “Hell, you sought it out and fucked it.”
  43. “And what will you do with this little bit of my soul?”
  44. “That’s why you’re a virgin.”
  45. “Do what you have promised me!”
  46. “Who can tell about such things, such hidden things? Such secrets we all have, don’t we?”
  47. “I’ll not bore myself with explanations you cannot possibly understand.”
  48. “We shall live with our guilt, you and I.”
  49. “We’ve all sinned. No one knows that better than me.”
  50. “But I love you in a different way.”
  51. “If you let all this happen so that you could manipulate her… I’ll rip your throat out.”
  52. “Don’t be naïve; it doesn’t suit you.”
  53. “You can’t resist me forever, darlin’.”
  54. “Don’t be frightened. Here it is. Everything.”
  55. “Would you like to see something interesting?”
  56. “Answer me, you rude thing.”
  57. “It’s not an easy thing, this you ask of me.”
  58. “Don’t ask permission. If you want to do a thing, do it because it is your desire, not my allowance. You must risk rejection.”
  59. “You won’t be able to deny it.”
  60. “Say it like that and you can get me to do anything.”
  61. “I’m so sorry about last night.”
  62. “God, how I envied you. Perhaps I even hated you.”
  63. “This is a long, grueling, dangerous thing you ask.”
  64. “I’ve not been good. What waits for me on the other side of the door?”
  65. “Something whispered… I listened.”
  66. “You play your role well, but this is not who you are.”
  67. “I… I see things sometimes.”
  68. “Now kindly stop wasting my time, and get out!”
  69. “You have no idea how I fight this thing. This thing inside me.”
  70. “I think you’re bloodthirsty.”
  71. “I believe in a place between heaven and hell, between the living and the dead, a glorious place of everlasting rebirth. I believe in salvation. Do you believe in such a place?”
  72. “This is obscene! You mustn’t!”
  73. “I should warn you; this is not completely legal.”
  74. “I would choose her over you. I might even hope I get the chance.”
  75. “After all this time… she came to me.”
  76. “No wonder you fled from me.”
  77. “What’ve you done to yourself?”
  78. “I’ve never fucked a dying creature before. Do you feel things more deeply I wonder… Do you feel pain?”
  79. “My, my! That temper of yours!”
  80. “In that case, would you like to have an adventure?”
  81. “I like to be looked at.”
  82. “This is a bit beyond my usual practice.”
  83. “You should let me die.”
  84. “Just know that you have made my visit here truly memorable. I shall never forget you.”
  85. “Between us, there’s a rare connection. I won’t deny it, but that very intimacy released something unhealthy in me, something I cannot allow.”
  86. “I suppose we take the happiness we can. Do you?”
  87. “Little girls shouldn’t play with toys like that.”
  88. “There is no going back from this moment.”
  89. “Can I ask you a favor?”
  90. “I’m so glad to see you recovered.”
  91. “There are times when we are compelled…”
  92. “She’s been possessed by the devil.”
  93. “Do you believe in fate?”
  94. “There’s no goddamn future in it for either of us! Who’re we trying to fool?”
  95. “Best you didn’t kiss me anymore. Keep a safe distance.”
  96. “You know my name. Aren’t we family here?”
  97. “I have a complicated history with the Almighty.”
  98. “We’ve all done things to survive. There are such sins at my back, it would kill me to turn around.”
  99. “Do you feel I owe you an explanation?”
  100. “I can’t seem to get it out of my head.”
True Father or A Fake Uncle

Originally posted by hvproductions

Warning(s):Cursing, Accusations of Bad Parenting, and Failed Parenting.

Note: Ya’ll I am so sorry for this taking forever. I hope yall enjoy it, it is a little OC-ish. And sorry for the John stans but he is kinda a dick in this. Also show it some love on my Ao3!

Requested by anon:” Hey can I request a peaky blinders imagine where You had a kid with John Shelby when you were a teenager(6 or 7 years ago) but ended up marrying tommy but stayed friends with John and when your kid calls Tommy dad by accident John goes crazy at you?? If you want to change it in any way please do!!”

Nodding your head at a few people who greet you while you walk hand and hand with your son who is currently talking about what his friend had done during class. You two are heading to the Shelby Company’s building to see your husband, Thomas. While you and Tommy are married, your son is your and John’s child. When first becoming friends with the Shelby’s you and John had a relationship, although it did not last long. Early in the relationship you both noticed you are completely different from each other, but it wasn’t early enough; you had already gotten pregnant. Even though you knew you and John’s relationship wouldn’t last, you decided to keep your baby. As you and Thomas fell in love, you were surprised he accepted both you and your son with open arms. Of course you aren’t complaining, you are very happy that Thomas is there for your son because John barely bothers with your son.

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Babysitter

“Well, sweetie, Daddy is going to go out tonight. Happy is going to be with me. You’ll have a new sitter tonight. Okay?” Tony explained to you as he sat next to you on your bed. You nodded, hiding your sadness. Your daddy always left you. You couldn’t let him know, even at six. “You’re going to be good with him, right?” Tony lifted your chin, so you could look at him. “No one likes a bad girl.” He added. You nodded again. “Verbally, Y/n. Come on, I thought we were working on this.” He encouraged. You swallowed. “Yes, Daddy.” You whispered. He kissed your cheek, his beard making it tickle. “Good girl. You be good.” He said before standing up, fixing his suit, and going to the elevator. You chased after him. “Love you Daddy!” You exclaimed as the doors started to close. “Love you too sweetie.” He said and waved before the doors closed.

Your heart sank and you sat on the floor. You clenched your eyes and ran to your room, slamming the door. You screamed into your pillow. After your lungs getting tired, you walked to the living room and noticed a brunette teenage boy on the couch. You glared at him. You didn’t want him. You wanted either Happy or your daddy. You walked over to your LEGOs and started to build. “H-Hi Y/n, I-I’m Peter.” You ignored him.

“I’m going to go cook mac and cheese if you need me.” Peter told you. You nodded, you liked mac and cheese. Peter walked into the kitchen and you threw a few LEGO pieces over to where he was sitting. Peter came back in the room and put two bowls on the coffee table before he stepped on one of them. “Ow! Mother-hmmm!” He yelled and sat on the couch, looking at the tiny toy that stabbed him. You giggled at him before taking a bite of your food. “You thought that was funny?” He said in a way you couldn’t tell if he was kidding or serious. You nodded with a smile before putting food in your mouth. “Well, I’m glad I got some reaction out of you tonight.” He sighed and grabbed his bowl, before stepping on another piece. You giggled again, trying not to choke on your food. “I guess I got to watch you closer.” Peter laughed. You shyly smiled and nodded before finishing your bowl.

“What time Daddy come home?” You asked. “I don’t know. Probably very late and passed your bedtime.” Peter told you.

You fought and struggled to stay awake after a few hours. “Hey, what’s wrong, Y/n?” Peter asked you. You yawned and rubbed your eyes. Your acting failed when you were tired. He smiled at you, “Want to go to bed?” He questioned. You only stuck your arms out to him. “You want me to carry you to bed?” Peter chuckled at you. You nodded and yawned again. Peter grunted as he picked you up, “You’re so big that I can barely carry you to bed, Y/n!” Peter exclaimed and walked you upstairs to your room.

Peter gently laid you on your bed and raised your blankets, tucking you in bed. “Good night, Y/n.“ Peter turned and turned off your light. “Peter,” your voice was hushed. He turned back to you. “Thank you, for tucking me in. But Happy is the best. Got it? ” He laughed and nodded. “Alright, I won’t argue with you.” Peter smirked.

***

Tony walked over to Peter and sat on the chair across from the couch where Peter sat. It was three in the morning, he let Peter know after your bedtime so you wouldn’t try to stay awake. “Stubborn? Hateful? Silent? Trouble making?” Tony questioned about your behavior. “Not stubborn till she was tired. Hateful and silent and trouble making till I stepped on her LEGO pieces. My reaction made her laugh.“ Peter explained. Tony nodded, “Sounds like my daughter. You can go home now kid.” Tony said and clapped his shoulder before heading down to his workshop.

***Sorry that wasn’t very good***

One Rule

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: Mature
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

A/N: Daddy Jin..warning=extremely daddy material.


Your boyfriend Jin always worked hard and would always come home late. Rarely did he ever come home early. You supported each other and you could do almost anything you wanted however, he only had one rule.

Tonight was like any other night, Jin was working while you stayed at home watching a movie. You missed him but you knew better than to call him while he worked hard to support you. You’ve asked yourself a thousand times. Would he even know if you made yourself cum?

But tonight you were going to test your question because you were needy. You went into your shared bedroom and got out your blue vibrator that was stashed into his drawer before heading back into the living room. Your stomach was doing flips as you were about to break his rule. Disobeying his orders. But you were so fucking needy.

You turned your phone up as you placed it on the coffee table and turned your toy on as you spread your legs. You started slow as you toyed the outside of your lips for several moments before allowing it to slide in between your folds. You started to moan and pant as you went a normal speed for yourself. Not too fast but not too slow either. You were close when you heard your phone go off. You thought about not answering but then, what if it was Jin?

You sighed in defeat as you shut your toy off and looked at your phone to answer it. It was him and you tried to remain calm. “H-Hello?” You answered after tapping the green button and held it to your ear.

You could hear the frown in his voice. “Y/N? Are you okay?” Jin asked and it took you a moment to realize you were panting into the phone so you tried to get your breathing under control.

“Oh yeah I’m fine.” You swallowed hard and quietly.

“Well I got out early from work and I’m almost home. I brought some dinner for us to enjoy together.” He said. “Are you hungry?”

Your eyes widened and hopped off the couch and ran to your shared bedroom with your vibrator in your hand and threw it carelessly into his drawer. You forgot he asked you a question. “Oh yes, I’m hungry.” You say eventually.

“Okay. See you in a few baby.” He said as he hung up as you tried to make yourself presentable and sat on the couch as if you were watching your movie when you heard the front door open.

As soon as Jin entered the front door, he could tell you were up to no good. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glazed over with arousal. “Hey babe!” You say smiling to him.

He could tell it was forced and you sounded a bit winded. After Jin stepped inside he closed the door and locked it. “What are you doing?” He asked you as he set his things down near the door and took the food to the kitchen before returning.

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. “Just watching a movie.” You pointed out at the t.v. as he looked over and saw the credits were just ending. He stared at you for a long moment causing you to shift uncomfortably on the couch. He tugged his tie loose as you watched eagerly.

“Go over and get onto the coffee, Y/N. On your hands and knees.” He commanded as he grit his teeth watching you hesitate. But you do what your told. He stood behind you. “Did you take your toy out today?” He asked you as he removes your shorts and panties to expose your little pink core. He spreads you apart to examine you with an eyebrow raised.

“No sir.” You say to him as he ran a thumb between your folds and clit causing you to jerk away and whimper.

“Were you playing with yourself?” He asked you again.

“No sir.” You lie straight through your teeth as his hands came down onto your ass, hard and you moaned.

He grabs a handful of your and presses his grown into your ass. “Did you just lie to me?” He asks.

“No sir.” You replied.

He leans into your ear. “I would advise you not to lie to me again.” You rubbed your ass against him. “Now, what were you doing before I called you?” He restated his question as his free hand found your clit and started to rub small circles.

“I was playing with myself.” You finally came clean in a whisper. He growled and pinched your clit hard. “I’m sorry!” You cried out in a tone that sounded as if you really didn’t mean it.

“How?” He questioned.

You blushed in embarrassment as you came clean to your boyfriend. “With my toy.” You say as his hand relaxes in your hair before pulling away from you and stepping back. He slowly loosened his belt.

“Do you want to keep that plug in your ass all night?” He asked you while folding his belt in half and met your gaze.

“No sir.” You replied.

“Do you deserve to be punished for being a naughty kitten?” He asked as you nodded your head.

“Yes sir.” You respond with a smile.

“Ten strokes with my belt baby. Count them!” He instructed you as you held onto the edge of the coffee table before the thick leather was brought down onto your ass. It was not a hard one. You sucked in a breath from surprise more than pain. “Count Y/N!” He said.

SMACK!

“One.” You counted as you felt another one.

SMACK!

“Two.” You flinched away and third time was the charm as the belt cracked sharply against your ass.

CRACK!

“Ah…Three.” You squealed as he continued for a few more whips of his belt and when he reached ten he dropped the belt onto the floor. Your legs quivered as he removed his slacks and pulled his hard member out. You moan when you feel his cock run over your clit.

“Is this what you want?” He asks you.

“Yes sir~” you say. “Pleasseee give it to me.” You begged as he pushes passed your opening taking your breath away. He goes halfway in and pulls out almost completely before thrusting all the way in. For several moments he did that. Teasing you. You whined and moaned as your hips start to move in unison with his until he grabs onto your hair and pulls your head back again.

“Don’t move.” He whispers into your ear before his canines pop out of his gums and bites into your neck, claiming you as his.

For a good measure he bites again. You gasp as he thrusts in and out of you like a piston, hard and deep. You were growing closer to your orgasm as you were growing desperate. “Please let me cu-” you beg.

“No.” He says sternly as he lets go of your hair and grabs your hips as he continues to fuck you.

“Please daddy~” you whine and beg again.

“I said no!” He says more with authority.

You were almost there. “I need it!….Please….please let me cum!” You begged and whimpered. You jerk away from him which causes him to hiss and grab you by your hair again to pull you against his body fucking You harder.

“Fucking pull away from me again.” He threatens into your ear as you were moaning whorishly.

“Jin, I’m going to cum! You’re so fucking mean!” As the words left your mouth he pulled away completely letting you recover for two seconds before walking to the head of the coffee table.

“I’m mean? Oh no jagi I’m not mean-Look at me.” He instructed and your gaze meets his. “Do you want me to be mean?” He asks.

“No sir.” You muttered out.

“No sir? I thought I was Jin? Open your mouth.” He says as he puts his cock up to your lips as you welcome him inside your mouth. He thrusts his cock into your mouth as you use your tongue to pleasure him until he releases into your mouth.

After the both of you recover, the both of you get dressed and head into the kitchen to get ready for dinner that he brought home. As you set the table, he leans into your ear back hugging you. “I only have one rule Y/N. What is it?” He asks you.

You chuckle. “I’m not allowed to play with myself because only daddy is allowed to pleasure me.” You say innocently.

“That’s right.” He says as he twirls you around to plant kisses on your lips, forehead, and neck. “Now let’s eat.”

no need

◇ In which your happiness can’t be bought.

◇ Suga x reader

◇ sugardaddy!au

◇ okei so im aware that living a dd/lg lifestyle and having a sugar daddy are different but when i write these i combine the two, i dont know why, i just do c:

•••

When you started seeing Min Yoongi, you thought you knew what you were signing up for. You knew there would be lonely nights, irritating situations where he wouldn’t see you for days on end because of work - you thought you knew how to handle it.

What you didn’t sign up for was the sweltering pain in your heart as you tucked yourself into bed, snuggling into one of the many pillows behind you. You didn’t expect the tears that trailed down your face when your minder, Lisa, looked at you pitifully, murmuring, “I’m sorry, _____ . He can’t make today.”

But you know what? You were strong. You could be strong, for him. Your daddy was busy with making his music and running a company, and you were fine with that - on the outside, at least. You would hide the disappointment that bloomed on your face when you were faced with Christian Louboutins and not bleach blonde hair and a smirk. You would wipe away tears when you found a Swarovski necklace instead of a lean body. You would hide the hurt welling inside of your body when you finally did see him, and he had to leave after 5 minutes.

But how long could you go for until you broke?

Not long, that was the answer. The perfect facade you had built up crumbled pathetically after about a year. You didn’t mean for it to happen - you had been browsing through social media on your brand new phone, when you came across a post: Min Yoongi and Nana? Love blooms in the studio!

You were prepared to scroll as quickly as your thumb would allow passed the rumour, when you saw the photo attached (or, a series of photos, rather). Yoongi, your daddy, sitting on a leather armchair, surrounded by people with a glass of what you can only imagine is alcohol. They seemed to be laughing at something, and as the photos progress, you see a beautiful woman eventually make her way onto the expensive leather arm of the chair he was perched on. She smiled at him, he smiled at her - even you couldn’t deny that they looked beautiful together.

Was this what he did when he wasn’t with you (which was most of the time, actually)? You - you had been told that he was always so busy with music, with creating melodies and managing his company, building it up as high as it could go on the ladder of fame.

The last time he had seen you (a measly 30 minutes a week ago), he had told you that he loved you. That you were his beautiful princess and his good girl and that you were his world. Apparently, he could bare to leave his world for days on end to socialize with others just as famous as he was.

You couldn’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes from slipping down your face painfully, your face contorting in sadness as you throw your phone away from you and onto the couch, allowing the hurt and sadness and negativity from the past year to explode out of you.

At the sound of your hiccups and sobs, Lisa is quick to run into the living room from the kitchen where she was baking. Frowning, she kneels in front of your shaking form, wrapping an arm around your shoulder comfortingly, cooing gently in an attempt to calm you down. A mischievous voice in the back of your head reminds you that he should be the one comforting you, not Lisa. And that only makes you cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize through sniffles, wiping your eyes till they’re surely red and raw, “I - I just…” You trail off, feeling your lips form a sad pout as you think about the reason for your break down. “I’m being stupid… I’ll be fine, really. I - I think I’ll go to bed now.”

You scamper off before she can register what you’re doing, ignoring the fact that it’s way before your bedtime of 11, and that you still haven’t had dinner yet. Usually, you’d camp out in your room and watch cartoons when you were upset - but, feeling physically and mentally drained, you slip under the expensive bed sheets, shutting your eyes tight in an attempt to keep your sadness away.

•••

Min Yoongi is a busy man. He manages a company, he makes music that tops charts, and he still manages to find time to socialize with people who will inevitably benefit him or his company in some way. He stopped for no-one and started for no-one, he took orders from nobody except himself and couldn’t be convinced to do anything he wasn’t 110% sure about.

So why was he on the soonest flight in his private jet from Dubai to Seoul? Simple, you.

His princess. His amazing, cute, smart kitten who was nothing short of his whole world. Admittedly, he hadn’t been able to spend as much time as he wanted to with you for a while - he was always too busy for anything other than eating and sleeping, and even then, they came in small amounts over long periods of time.

Yoongi sighs deeply, leaning further into the seat behind him. He had been on the plane as soon as he received the call from Lisa - 7 hours and 50 minutes so far. Which meant that he’d hopefully reach Seoul in the next 15-20 minutes.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr Min, but it’s _____ . I’ve never seen her as upset as she is now. She just burst out crying - I tried to calm her down, really… But she just ran to her room and went straight to sleep…”

“I’ll be there soon.”

Yoongi thought buying you things would cure your loneliness, even if it was only for a few hours. He couldn’t be next to you, so he figured something else would have to do - designer clothes and laptops and phones and jewellery. But even he knew that happiness couldn’t be bought.

•••

When you wake up in the morning, you can only groan. Daddy had always told you that falling asleep without brushing your teeth or washing your face would feel gross, and paired with the soreness that signifies that you fell asleep crying, you’d rather slip back under the covers for another thousand years.

But you can’t, not with the strange feeling in your stomach that’s telling you that the warmness around you wasn’t your duvet. You stir with a frown, turning your head to glance at the arm wrapped around your waist. Pale, slender but manly. Your heart jumps in your chest. He - he couldn’t be…

You almost fall out of the bed in shock when you turn your head fully to meet the familiar face of Min Yoongi. Ignoring the flurry of questions swimming around your head, you squeal lightly, almost diving onto him as you hug him tightly, warmth blooming in your chest at the fond chuckle that escapes him.

“How are you here?” You ask, so happy that you feel tears prick at your eyes. You inhale his scent deeply, screwing your eyes shut as if you think he might disappear from your arms completely. “You didn’t tell me you were coming home, daddy.”

“I know, princess,” his deep voice rumbles, a hand petting your hair soothingly and almost making you purr pleasurably. “It was a bit rushed.” It’s silent, and you don’t think he’s going to talk again until he sighs. “Lisa told me you got upset yesterday, baby.”

You freeze, before you’re shrugging sheepishly, avoiding his dark eyes that are boring into you. “J-just a bit, daddy.”

“It was about me, right?” He inhales deeply, still petting over your hair, and you wonder if it’s supposed to be calming you or him. “How I’m always gone.” You don’t answer, looking down in shame. He shakes his head, “I knew it. You never told me how you felt, sweetheart. Whenever I left - you were fine. Why didn’t you tell daddy how you were feeling?”

You don’t answer again. You feel tears burn at your eyes, for no reason other than you feel ashamed of how selfish your actions were. Of course, you never told him how you felt, how was he supposed to know-?

“I’m sorry.” Min Yoongi rarely ever says sorry to anyone, and with how the syllables sound foreign in his mouth, you doubt he’s said it lately. “It’s my job as your daddy to make sure you’re happy and healthy. I’m sorry that I haven’t kept you happy lately.”

He’s lifting your head gently, thumbing over the tiny tears that had created tracks over your cheeks. “Come on, it’s alright. It’s alright, princess…”

You can’t stop yourself from burying yourself further into his embrace, clinging to him, because you knew that sooner or later, he’d have to leave. “You’re the best, daddy,” you murmur against his chest, “and you know, there’s no need to keep buying me so much things. As long as I have you, I’m happy.”

“You’ll always be happy, then,” he smiles a gummy smile that you’re sure no camera has ever had the pleasure of seeing, “Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

A kiss on the forehead seals the deal.

Sexting~

This is part of the tsficexchange! I was writing for @dan-yuna (hope I pleased you♡) and I chose the nsfw prompt (obviously), “you can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, wanna have some fun?” I hope I did it justice ♡

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It was just past 3 am when the first texts came in.

°Logan?°

°Logan? Are you awake?°

At the sound of the buzz he perked his head up from the paperwork he was working ever so diligently on. Quickly he typed back, letting out a small sigh knowing his boyfriend should very well be asleep.

•yes. I’m awake, what is it love?•

°I can’t sleep…I miss your face…and other things~°

‘Dammit Roman, it’s 3 am…’ he thought, shaking his head at the other as if he could see.

•is this your way of trying to get me to sext you?•

°maybe…°

°…..°

°…yes…°

•I know you can ask prettier than that love•

Oh…this is the one good thing about business trips. He always gets Roman so riled up, so extremely horny, and absolutely begging for release, waiting for him to come home just so he can be fucked into the mattress, floor or wherever they end up.

°please sir? I miss you. I miss your touch against my skin and your hand against my throat. I have my collar on extra tight just for you sir. Just to feel I’m owned by you even when you’re a country away. Please sir. Make me feel owned. Make my pathetic cocklet twitch and beg for its release.°

•Much better Roman. So much better. Are you touching yourself already princess? And you better be honest, no lying to daddy.•

°No. I’m not. I promise sir. I really want to though. Please, may I?°

•May you what? Use your big boy words.•

°May I touch my cocklet? Please daddy…?°

•only after you call it what it really is princess, only then may you touch it.•

°Daddy…M-may I touch my clitty…please? It’s leaking daddy…°

'Oh fuck. God okay, i guess I’m not staying impartial to prince’s sexual teasing.’ He thought as he started to wiggle out of his, now much too tight pants.

°Daddy please? Clitty is all red and leakin…I need to touch it daddy…need to feel good.°

•you may princess.•

°thankyoudaddy°

•you’re welcome princess. You know what else you’re gonna do for daddy?•

°w-what?°

•you’re going to video yourself stroking your clit, with your special little vibrator inside your princess cunt. And then you’re going to send it to daddy and the others. That’s an order•

°b-but daddy…°

•Thats. An. Order. Princess.•

Logan took out his straining cock, moaning at the feeling of just touching it after that mh…dirty talk. “Oh my Fucking shit.” He moaned.

°Daddy, are you touching your amazing cock?°

•I am princess. Why? What do you want to know?•

°Just wanted to picture you stroking your cock, in your stuffy hotel room, legs spread open and having you fuck into your hand like you would use my…well…your hole. Because it is yours. I’m yours, everything.°

•keep talking like that princess and daddy may have to come home early just to spank that naughty fucking ass of yours little one. But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Having me throw you over my knee in the common area, pull your pants down and spank that pretty little ass of yours in front of everyone until you were begging for daddy to fuck you right there in front of the others. No. You wouldn’t like that..you’d fucking love it. Wouldn’t you whore?•

°yes daddy! I’d love that. So so so much daddy. I want everyone to see what a slut I am for you daddy. Please, please use me as you see fit when you get home! Please daddy I need you!°

•such a needy whore already aren’t you, hm? Tell me, have you taken your plug out? Or have you behaved like a good slut?•

°It’s inside me daddy. It feels good. But your cock feels better. So much better daddy. It always feels like you’re splitting me apart with it daddy. I need it°

•too bad, you have to wait. No cocks in your ass until I’m home, understood bitch? The others know not to fuck you unless I’m there. So if you so much as ask one of Them, you’ll be punished for being such a dirty, needy, princess.•

°Daddy…I…I’m so close daddy. Please…please may I cum daddy please!?°

•ruined orgasam only. You don’t touch your pathetic little clitty when you cum.•

°T-th-ank y-you Daddy. Thank you! I’m I’m-I'm°

Logan stroked faster, waiting only on the video to be sent. He couldn’t help but imagine his little princess’ cock twitching as he came, his cock leaking pathetically.

°I hope you like my video Daddy. I wish it was your cock that made me cum like that…°

The video popped up, Logan clicked it, hearing Roman’s small soft moans as he started to jerk his cock slowly, stroking the tip on the up stroke. A soft “Daddyyyyy~” could be heard from the speakers.

Logan moaned, thrusting into his hand, his head falling back as he flicked his wrist, pulling the foreskin over his head ever so slowly.

“Ohfuck~” came a moan from the speaker. “Daddy! Yes!” Roman sped up his strokes, his head falling back, letting out strings of moans as he used his non busy hand to claw at the sheets and choke himself.

Logan moaned, fucking into his fist roughly, moaning loudly at the display on his screen. “Fuck Roman. So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

“Daddy! Please daddy!”

Roman was so beautiful when he begged. It made Logan come undone I’m the best of ways. He felt his cock give a hard twitch, his balls drawing up close to his body. He let out a loud moan as he came, cum spurting across his chest, face, phone and laptop. For a moment, he layed there, panting, whiping the sweat off his brow.

•God I need to get home so I can wreck you baby.•

°please do daddy. Please do~°

•you okay?•

°jus bit seepy…°

Little space. He’s really tired out huh…

•okay baby boy, you clean yourself up, then go sleep for daddy okay love?•

°uh-huh.°

•I love you little one.•

°I love you too daddy°

Reaction #44: “Mafia X”

Originally posted by royalyeol

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Baekhyun

“Dad?”  Baekhyun looked up from the file he was reading for his next mission, to his teenage daughter.  She was sitting on the chair in the dining room.  You were out with the other wives.

“Yes pumpkin?”  

“I know what you do.”  She gave a soft smile.  Her chin the palm of her hand.  

“What I do?”

“With Uncle Kyungsoo.”  Baekhyun remained quiet, he looked away from her, a serious look came over him.  She stood up and walked over.  “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”   She held out her pinky.  “Momma didn’t raise a rat.”  Baekhyun took it.  

“Do you love me dad?”  He nodded.  Placing a soft hand on her  cheek.  

“Joining was the best decision I’ve ever made.”  

“Why is that?”

“Because then I never would have met your mother.  Than I would never had you.”  She smiled, hugging her dad, glad he was still around.  

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Chanyeol

“Dad, why do you have a gun?”  Chanyeol turned around from the stove to see the oldest of the twins holding his glock.  Quickly putting his things, down he went over and grabbed it from him.  

“This is not a toy.”  He checked to make sure the safety was still on.  The youngest twin looked up from his homework at the kitchen table.  “Shouldn’t you be doing your homework?”  he stuffed it behind him in his waistband.

“I just…why do you have gun?”  He asked again.  

“Because dad works for Uncle Kyungsoo.”  The youngest twin said from his seat.  “Uncle Kyungsoo is into shipping and moving of Guns and drugs.”  Chanyeol turned to the young boy.  

“What did you say?”

“Dad, you’re not exactly the best at hiding things.  Also mom told me when I found paperwork two weeks ago.”  Chanyeol sighed, turning off the stove.  

“Look-”

“You don’t need to explain dad.”  The oldest said.  The two 13 year olds, both looked at one another than at their dad.  

“You’ll talk more to us when we were older.”  They said in unison.  Chanyeol didn’t know what to do or say.  The twins had him again.    

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Jong-dae

The bar was closed, as Jong-dae was counting cash.  His son was sitting at the bar, playing a video game.  Suddenly Chanyeol came in a cut on his forehead, as he dragged in a man.  

“Hey!”  Jongdae yelled at the two.  His son looked at the two men, one unconscious as his Uncle Chanyeol stood there.  His eyes wide, and an apologetic look came over him.  “I told you the back way!  His mother’s going to have a field day when she hears about this.”  

“Sorry, he was a kicker!”  Chanyeol yelled back.  After Chanyeol threw the man over his shoulder he took him to the basement.  

“What’s Uncle Chanyeol going to do with that man.”  

“We need information, he has it.”  Jongdae finished counting the money, he grabbed his share, quickly putting on his coat.  

“Why don’t you pay him?”

“Not that kind of information.”  

“Is it why you have a gun?”  Jongdae stood before his son, ruffling his hair.  Pulling up a seat, he looked directly at him.  

“Daddy and your Uncles sometimes have to bad things to bad people.  Sometimes people who you think are good, aren’t always good.  We have to protect our family and friends, by any means necessary.”  

“Is he going to die?”

“Maybe.  Maybe he won’t have to.  It all depends on him.”  Jongdae leaned down, kissing his son’s forehead.  “Now, If I tell you anymore, your mother will kill me.  Trust me.  I rather take on thousands of Bad guys then you’re angry mother.”  He smiled, hoping that his son will one day understand.   

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The Legacy Continues.

Pairing : Sam x Plussize!reader, Dean
Word count : 879
Author : Mel
A/N : Re-reading ‘Who Are You’, I needed to write this. I’m just lucky I’m awake stupid early and have the time.

Addition to Who Are You.



You were in the kitchen making dinner when you heard the front door open and shut. Smiling to yourself, you waited for the screech of your toddler seeing her dad for the first time in two weeks. You heard the boot falls making their way into the house and could almost see her standing on the couch to turn and look into the hallway. She had been playing on the couch and watching Word World.

UNCA DE!”

You flinched a bit, with a smile at how loud she was. Then it registered what she said. Uncle Dean. You only heard one pair of boots. Where was Sam? Panic started to set in as you put the knife down and washed your hands quick.

“Hey, little Princess.” You could hear his smile, then a groan of pain as she ran into him. “Careful, Uncle Dean is pretty sore today.”

“BooBoo?” You walked out just as she looked up at him with her beautiful, big round hazel eyes.

“Yeah, I got a few booboos.” He chuckled.

“I help! I make better!” She let go and ran for the bathroom. “Mama! Unca De here.” She grinned as she ran past.

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Come Home

A/N: A Spencer x Reader request for the season 12 storyline, where the reader is pregnant and she hides how much the whole situation is affecting her. She bottles the stress until one day it’s too much, and she goes into early labor. @coveofmemories

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Looking back, who would’ve ever thought you’d be in this situation right now. When you and Spencer had found out you were pregnant, the new addition to your family was like a beacon in the darkness. His mother hadn’t been doing well; she was deteriorating fast, and the idea of having the child you’d always wanted anchored you to the world again.

And then this. Your lives overturned once again.

Life had been turned upside down when he’d been arrested in Mexico. But you knew your husband. There is absolutely no way on God’s green earth that he killed anyone in cold blood. Whatever happened was the fault of whoever had drugged him. Presumably Scratch. 

At each turn, you assumed that things couldn’t get worse, attempting to keep yourself calm for the sake of your unborn baby. When he’d been transferred into the prison, you were seven months pregnant.

Although they meant well, the team asked you if you were okay constantly. None of this was okay. You and Spencer had finally been happy, after so much heartache. And he’d been robbed of the ability to watch his child grow inside you. It wasn’t fair. So no, none of this was okay and you were getting tired of them asking. “How are you doing today, babe?” Garcia asked. It had been five weeks since Spence had been taken to prison, which meant that you were barely three weeks from giving birth to your child - and in all likelihood he wouldn’t be here to see it.

Swallowing hard, you spun around in your chair before facing her. She didn’t deserve to have her face chewed off, but it was getting irritating having to say things were “fine” when they weren’t. You wanted to explode. You wanted to yell and scream and cry until your throat was raw, but it wasn’t healthy for the baby, and it wasn’t fair to take your anger out on the team. “I’m dealing, Garcia,” you sighed, giving her a half smile that caused her to place her hand on your shoulder. It was meant to comfort you, but the sweet gesture only served to make you more angry.

As the day wore on, people on the team, and even people you’d barely spoken with in all your years of working at the Bureau, gave you pitiful looks, gazing from your face to your stomach and shaking their heads. The bigger you got, the more people pitied you and you didn’t need that. You needed people to get their heads out of their asses and have the faith in Spencer that you did.

Toward the end of the day, you’d dropped something next to your desk and had to bend down to pick it up. Having a bowling ball in front of you made it difficult to bend, so once you picked it up, you were out of breath. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” You heard Emily say from behind you. 

“I don’t need to go home!” you said, snapping around and letting loose regardless of who was in earshot. “I need my husband to not be in jail! I need my husband to be here to raise our child! I need everyone to stop asking me if I’m okay because I’m not fucking okay! None of this is okay! This bastard robbed my husband of watching this baby come into the world, and he robbed me of having my husband by my side! I don’t want to go home. I want Spencer to c-come h-home…” you sobbed, leaning into Emily’s arms as she cradled your head in her chest. Every tear that you’d kept walled up inside you over the past couple of months came flooding out.

She rocked with you, back and forth, as she did her best to calm you down. The tears continued to flow as you felt everyone’s soft touches of comfort, causing you to break down further. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I can’t change the past, but I swear we’re going to get him out of there. He’ll get to see the baby soon. I promise.”

It had been said so many times already, but as time went on you felt the hope in your voice, as well as everyone else’s fading away. “Ahh,” you hissed, clutching your stomach as a sharp pain spiked throughout your body. “No. No. No, no, no, no.” Doubling over, you grabbed your stomach. Labor. Not now, you begged the baby inside you. Give Daddy another few weeks to come home to us. But the baby wasn’t having it.

“Look, I know your mad at the world right now,” Emily started, her eyes darting in concern. “But you are in labor and this baby is coming now whether you want it to or not, so we need to go.”

“I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, clutching your stomach as the team followed behind you. “But I am mad at the world. Why are you all coming with me? Shouldn’t some of you be staying here?”

JJ leaned in, pulling your head to hers and placing a kiss on your hair. “We’re not leaving you. You’re not alone.” For nearly two and a half months, you’d kept your cool, doing the best you could for your baby, but as you looked around the elevator, realizing that everyone, JJ, Garcia, Emily, Luke, Tara and even Stephen, who you barely knew, weren’t about to leave your side, you broke - openly sobbing as your baby started to make its way into the world.

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“Breathe, Y/N! In through your nose and out through your mouth!” Luke said, holding your hand as the contractions increased. 

Your womb was literally trying to kill you. “Luke…I can’t breathe. My body and this baby are trying to kill me. I love you, but shut the hell up.” Through gritted teeth, you cried out as you pulled up to the hospital with Emily and JJ rushing inside to alert the nurses.

“Right this way,” the nurse said, ushering you toward a delivery room with the team following closely behind. “The rest of you are going to have to wait here.”

“Please,” you said, holding your stomach and looking back at your team. This nurse had to let them in. You couldn’t do this alone. “My husband, this baby’s father, is in jail for something he didn’t do. I can’t do this without them. Please…please let them come in with me.”

With a look of pity (that would’ve pissed you off if your body wasn’t in searing pain), she agreed to let them back, telling them to stay out of the way to let the nurses and doctor do their jobs. 

Once you were in the room and the doctor had checked you out, she said it wouldn’t be long. “You’re at nine centimeters. Maybe a half hour and you’ll have to push, so do your best to take a deep breath and prepare yourself.”

When the doctor left the room, the team came to stand by your side, smoothing back your hair and holding your hands through each contraction. As each spasm hit, you thought about the baby, how it was coming into the world thinking that the world was beautiful. You decided in that moment that you were going to keep the picture going for this baby whether or not Spencer got out of prison. This child would know its father. You’d raise this child in love. And they would grow up to see the beauty in the world, because that’s what the two of you had always imagined for your baby. 

Less than a half hour later, the doctor returned. You were ready to push - or as ready as you’d ever be. “When you feel your next contraction, bear down as hard as you can.”

The fiery pain that ensued was excruciating. Contraction after contraction, you pushed, but this child didn’t seem to want to make his or her way into the world. “Listen to me,” JJ said, crouching at the side of the bed. “For most mothers, the hardest thing you ever do is have a baby, but not for you. I don’t need to tell you what you’re up against once this baby is born, but right now, you need to imagine that Spencer is here. What would he want for you and the baby?”

“He’d want us to be happy,” you cried, feeling another contraction rolling through you. 

“Then push,” she said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “Think of the life you want and make it happen. You take care of this baby and we’ll make sure we get Spencer out of prison.”

With a final scream, you pushed, the tears staining your face as you felt the baby slide out of your body and into the doctor’s arms. “It’s a boy,” she said softly. When she placed him on your chest, you allowed everything else to melt away, clutching his body in your arms.

“Hello, baby boy,” you wept, holding him tight while the nurses cleaned him off. “I love you so much.” As he cried, you looked around the room, the tears of your friends bringing on more of your own. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“We wouldn’t think of doing anything else,” Stephen said. “What’s his name?”

The nurses returned him to you. All 7 pounds 6 ounces and 20 inches of him - swaddled in a soft, light green blanket. When you looked down, he finally opened his eyes. They were Spencer’s. “Alexander Spencer Reid,” you said, grazing your finger over your baby boy’s cheek. “I promise you. You’re going to meet your Daddy soon. He’s going to come home to us.”

Holiday Bound - Snowbound Holiday One Shot

Our favorite three! It’s a little sad, a dash of sweet, and a dollop of smut at the end of it all. It’s part of the Snowbound sandbox, but it also works as a standalone relatively well. Enjoy. x

Note: i’ve proofed some of this, but do need to go back because I have the *nagging* urge that something is there that I can’t find….

“Why are yeh lookin’ at me like that?”

He’s got a small, incredulous smile playing around his mouth and there’s a twinkle in his eyes, but yours are sharp on him. He’s got a skip in his step as he sets a glass of milk down in front of his son, who is chewing contently on mouthful after mouthful of progressively soggier cereal, and he’d been singing in the shower this morning – belting out carol after carol, adding in his own arrangements and note changes. He is, by all accounts, in a good mood.

You’re worried, though.

“When do you have to go?” you ask him from your chair. You’re still in pajamas – festive, plaid flannel ones, with snowflakes sprinkled over the red legs, and the black, long-sleeved shirt of his with a hole in the neck – one that you’d long ago taken away from him – hangs off your shoulder on one side.

Harry’s green eyes dim slightly, but only for a second. “Soon,” he says, pushing the sleeve of his jumper back to look at his watch. “Now,” he amends with a sigh.

“Daddy?” your son asks, the word wet sounding through his mouthful of food. “Are we baking today?”

“We’d better,” Harry says. “’Else your Gran will hang me if we show up with nothing.”

It’s when he leans down to kiss the top of your son’s head that you see a crack in his façade and your heart clenches in your chest. He’s got his eyes squeezed shut and the set of his brow is that which can only be described as wistful while he lingers, keeping his mouth tight to a head of curly hair that so resembles his.

“Be good fo’ your mum,” Harry says while ruffling his son’s hair, rolling his eyes when the child ducks his head out from under his father’s hand.

“Eat your breakfast, please,” you tell him as you stand, abandoning your tea. “I’m saying goodbye.” You skip once across the kitchen floor to stick close to his father’s heels as you follow him out of the room.

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Cage Fighter- Sidney Crosby

Originally posted by tyler91seguin

Ok so I don’t know the first thing about cage fighting or martial arts so I did my best anon. I don’t know if it fits your prompt though. Enjoy guys and let me know what you think!

Warning: one cuss word

Anon Request: Can you please do a Sidney Crosby imagine where he finds out that the reader, who teaches martial arts, used to do underground cage fighting (and were undefeated)? Like that’s the reason you’re so nonchalant about going shady places by yourself and why your students respect you so much? Thanks!

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