your eyes sir are not allowed

Pepero Day (M)


Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Bestfriend!Yoongi, Valentine’s Day themed

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: This was meant to be a valentine’s day fic, but it’s a day late, rip. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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Say It (Jungkook/Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut - Inspired by a fic written by Admin JP + Say It by Tory Lanez.

Words: 7.2K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Honesty was a trait you had always prided yourself in being strong in possession of, something your friends and fans all admired you for; so the day you announced you did not like Jeon Jungkook, they knew your words were true.

Tags: Dance room rendezvous, slow and sensual sex against the dance studio mirror wall, etc. 

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Suga Daddy: Part 9

Suga Daddy: Part 9 (m)

Word count: 8.2k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dom!Yoongi, dirty talk, role-play (I’m sorry Yugyeom)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: It’s finally time for your showcase but Yoongi is nowhere to be found.

I know some of you have been reading this since the beginning and that’s crazy to me. Thank you so much for the constant support. I love you guys and Yoongi so yeah, onto the next chapter :) 

 Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight

This week had been nonstop practice for you. You spent so much time at school or in your dance studio. The dance showcase was getting closer and closer but you were damn well ready. Plus like you had said, Yoongi was now at your place, at night like nothing had happened. He would come to your home, spend wonderful passionate nights with you, play with the dog and be gone before you woke up the next morning.

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Pain Fades [Wade Wilson x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do a soulmate au with deadpool where you feel your soulmates pain and they meet after he gets cancer and has the healing ability and he meets her and apologizes about all the pain”

A/N: Hope you love this anon! I tried to get some humor in there lol.


Let’s talk about soulmates. That one significant person that’s supposed to have been designed to be your perfect match. They’re supposed to know everything about you, even the amount of pain you suffered, that’s because they felt it too. Every broken bone to papercut.

So the idea of meeting his soulmate made Wade’s skin crawl everything he went through, and of his own volition. How could he face you? Putting you through every needle puncture. He did everything he could to avoid his soulmate, if someone so what as flinched around him when he felt any sort of pain he got out of there fast.

But fate has a way of doing it’s job.

Wade was walking down a cold damp sidewalk. His hood was pulled over his head, protecting him from the cold rain and the stares from passersby. By the time he reached his location his hood was soaked with rain, but the chill didn’t really bother him. After everything he’s been through, cold was the last thing he felt.

Reaching the door to his location he entered a small tucked away coffee shop. A diamond in the rough if one will. It had good coffee but many people didn’t know about it, making it perfect. When he came in he sat at a table in the corner, avoiding the eyes of the other patrons.

He knew every worker in this place. So when he heard an unfamiliar voice and laugh he couldn’t help but look up. He saw you behind the counter laughing at a joke one of your co-workers had made. Countering it with one of your own, making Wade chuckle.

Noticing you look over, he watched as you grab a pen and order pad before walking from behind the counter.

He ducked his head and pulled his hood further over his face.

“Hello Sir, I’m [F/n]. Is there anything I can get you today?” You asked in a friendly tone. A smile crossing your face.

Wade didn’t pick up his head just answered with a simple order of black coffee. Black as his soul to be exact, making a laugh escape from your throat and him to allow a smile.

He peeked up after you left, watching you walk back to the counter. He found you rather attractive, but you’d never go for someone as disfigured and unappealing as him.

He ducked his head again when you returned with the cup of coffee. “Will there be anything else for you sir?” Asking with the same cheery tone.

“Um, no this is fine.” He nodded.

Taking a sip he immediately recoiled, “Fuck that’s hot” you both said in unison. His eyes widened and he looked up at you. Seeing you holding your lip the same place he was burned.

“Oh my god” you muttered in disbelief. Wade immediately got self conscious and pulled at his hood to cover his head more. “No, not that” you said stopping him, allow him to take the hood off.

Looking back at the counter before sitting across from him. He just stared at you, “I guess we’re soulmates” smiling at him.

“I-I guess so” his stare never ceasing. “I’m sorry. I uh. For everything, you felt everything. I’m so sorry I never wanted to inflict that kind of pain on you and now you’re stuck with some disfigured t-Rex for a soulmate” he apologized profusely.

You shook your head, “You mean your skin? That doesn’t bother me.” Smiling comfortingly at him.


You nodded, “You see, my brother used to be a firefighter. But he got caught in a fire helping when he was off duty. Not having any of his gear ended with him having severe burns. I-I guess because of that and the way his wife accepts him and everyone accepts him, makes it not really bother me. I find you extremely handsome…” Pausing where a name would be.

Shaking off his stunned expression he said “Wade Wilson”

You smiled “Wade. I’m [F/n] [L/n]”

He smiled at you. “You really don’t mind being with me.”

Nodding you answered “Well I guess I have a thing for T-Rex’s” chuckling.

Laughing he said, “Yup, I guess so. You do know, all dinosaurs feared the T-Rex” making you laugh. “I’ve said that in a movie before” he nodded (Warning: mind the fourth wall).

“Oh really? Well I guess I’m talking to a movie star”

He chuckled “You have no idea” *winks at audience*

The Way I Feel Inside (Part 2)

Summary: Part 2 to The Way I Feel Inside

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff? idk

Word Count: 1914

A/N: Well, it’s finally here. Sorry for such a long wait guys but I’ve just been busier than I expected. But, I’ve had some time lately to work on this and I’m sorry if it sucks. This was meant to be only two parts, but I’ve decided that it might just be a series. Please let me know what you guys think!

Originally posted by cast-away-my-doubt

It started with the room.

You rolled your eyes as Eggsy flirted with the cute hotel receptionist. He had been silent the entire flight to Paris. Of course, as soon as the attractive woman unbuttoned some of her blouse he was quite the chatterbox.

The hotel wasn’t the best the Kingsmen could offer, but they were being careful with their resources. No one wanted to risk anymore agents getting arrested, which meant a temporary frugal lifestyle for field agents.

From the outside, it appeared more of a prison than anything. You were sure you had seen the beginnings of a mugging on the ride there, and upon entering you noticed that the cold stayed with you. No heat. In the middle of winter. Lovely.

“Rupert, darling,” you started in the horrid accent your persona called for. Eggsy turned to you immediately, the receptionist forgotten. You yawned, unintentionally proving the point in your next words, “I think it’s time we headed up to our room.”

“Of course, love,” Eggsy replied in the same inflection, though it complimented his voice much better than yours. With a parting wink towards the blushing receptionist, Eggsy joined you in walking to your room.

For a moment there was silence. Then you couldn’t help but state, “You know you can’t be doing stuff like that, unless you want us to be compromised.”

“You’d best be worrying about yourself, Y/N.” He snapped back. “Unlike you, I have more than enough field experience to get this job done just fine on my own.”

You stopped mid-step, forcing him to as well. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You being an asshole is what I’m talking about. Ever since you came back from that mission in the Kremlin, you’ve been nothing but rude to me.”

Something flashed in Eggsy’s eyes, an emotion you couldn’t discern due to its swiftness. “Sorry if I don’t shower you with the same doting attention as everyone else at headquarters.”

You took a step back. “Eggsy I thought we were friends. Just because Princess Tilde’s getting married doesn’t mean you have to snap at me.”

“What does any of this have to do with Princess Tilde?”

“I don’t know. You tell me because Roxy says that that’s the reason you’ve been behaving like such a dick. Or is there something else no one wants to tell me?”

Eggsy just shook his head and opened the door to your room. Just the same as the rest of the hotel, it appeared rather dingy. It consisted of only one bed, a dresser, and a TV originating from back in the 70s. You headed into the bathroom, ready to change and sleep this trip away. When you exited, you found Eggsy making a make-shift bed on the floor.

“Really, Eggsy? You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you lay down there.”

“Well since I’m such a dick don’t you think I deserve that?”

“Maybe, but I need my partner to be in tip-top condition for this mission.” Sliding underneath the thin covers, you lifted the other side in a sort of invitation. He hesitated. “Eggsy,” you sighed, your sleepiness present in your voice, “just get in the damn bed already.”

He stood, though he did not appear very happy about it. He slid in next to you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the extra warmth. You turned to face away from him, placing your hand underneath your head as you closed your eyes in an attempt to sleep.

A cool wind blew from outside. Due to the thin walls of the shithole of a hotel, the breeze came straight into the room. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you released a shiver.

Without any warning, a large, muscular arm wrapped around your waist. You turned to find your eyes centimeters away from a broad chest you had tried your damn hardest not to picture for the longest time.

You glanced up to meet Eggsy’s eyes. If you allowed yourself, you could get lost in them. But what good would that do? He didn’t see you in that way. And after what happened with Dean… you couldn’t fall for another agent again.

“I need you to be in tip-top condition too, you know,” Eggsy whispered, his warm breath fanning over your face.

You snorted in disagreement. “I’m the worst partner to have. Or have you forgotten how I got this?” You motioned to the stitches on your right arm.

He traced them with his fingers, ever so lightly. He remained silent, his attention solely on the wound, before he said. “You know, Y/N, you do this thing with your nose when you lie.”

“I do not,” you scoffed in disbelief.

He smirked the slightest bit. “Yeah, you do.”

Rolling your eyes, you snuggled a bit closer to Eggsy (for warmth of course). The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep sleep.

(Eggsy POV)

I stared at her as she slept. Not that I was being a creep. It’s just… she was beautiful, a real crumpet as the lads would say back home.

She looked so peaceful as she slept. Gone were the tense shoulders and furrowed brow. Those bags under her eyes, I reckoned she hadn’t slept in ages.

Man… I had really mucked up this time haven’t I?

Y/N was right, I was being a git. I couldn’t help it though. Her words replayed in my head all hours of the day.

“If you’re trying to imply I feel something for Eggsy, then you might need more rest than I do.”

Was I really that bad? She turned me down before I could even make a move. And now I definitely wouldn’t be able to because…

I released a sigh. Another breeze ran through the room. She shivered and scooted closer until her head rested in the crook of my neck. I couldn’t resist the urge to press my lips against the top of her head. The scent of coconuts invaded my senses. Damn, her hair always smelled excellent.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to end my day every day like this. With a better room of course, but me and her, in a bed (not even in a sexual way), with my arm wrapped around her. This felt so much better than waking up every morning with a cold spot next to me, just waiting to be filled by someone… by her.

Man… I had mucked this up big time.

(Time Skip – Back to Reader’s POV)

You awoke to find yourself laying across Eggsy’s chest, both of his arms wrapped around you securely. For a moment, you reveled in the feeling of someone holding you, of the warmth he gave off. Then you felt something pressing against your upper thigh.

Oh. My. God. You thought to yourself.

Picking up  your head, you glanced at Eggsy to find himself deeply asleep. Once again you succumbed to the urge to just watch him and take him in. Sure, it was a creepy thing to do, but could anyone blame you. As you took in his features, you thought back to how kind he had been when you were falling asleep, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t act like a dick and that it had just been a phase.

“I know I’m handsome, darling, but there’ll be plenty of time to stare at the gala tonight.” You stumbled out of your thoughts to see a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring at you. “What do you say to a day out in Paris before we need to get ready, love?”

You nodded your head, your heart warming as you realized he would indeed be in brighter spirits than the past week. With a smile you untangled yourself from his arms, “I’ll go get ready, then.”

(Another Time Skip to the Good Stuff, Don’t Want Any Boring Bits)

You and Eggsy walked through the streets, arm in arm. You stuck close to his side, for his warmth of course.

Snow was a rarity in Paris, but of course you two had come at just the right day. Sure, it wasn’t terrible, but you were quite susceptible to the cold.

Eggsy didn’t say anything about you clinging to him however. In a way, to you it seemed as though he welcomed it, even going so far as to wrap an arm around you.

He led you to a cafe which he and Roxy had once frequented when they went on a joint holiday. Merlin forced them to take a break from the business, and neither had a romantic partner to spend it with, so the two figured it’d be better to be in the company of a friend rather than alone.

Upon entering, you grinned at the warmth and aroma of coffee. The hostess led you both to a booth and Eggsy took your jacket before allowing you to slide in. You took off your gloves. His eyes slid to the ring on your left hand. A ring he himself had picked out from the Kingsman’s stash of jewelry.

“Bonjour, monsieur et mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Mathieu. How may I serve such a lovely couple on this fine morning?”

Good morning, good sir. May I have a coffee, black, and a chocolate croissant.” You kept your head down so neither male could see your eyes widen and your jaw slacken at just how damn good Eggsy’s French sounded. It rolled off his tongue with ease, as though he truly was a native here.

“Et toi, belle femme?”

May I have a chai latte and a chocolate croissant as well?” Your words may not have been as effortless or as smooth as Eggsy’s, but they would work.

“But of course, mademoiselle. Such a beautiful woman must have a lovely name, I assume?”

“Amara Foix,” you replied with a glance to Eggsy.

And I am Rupert,” he introduced.

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Foix, I will bring your order up straight away. It should only take but a few moments.” And with that, your waiter was off.

In the time you waited for your breakfast, you and Eggsy talked about multiple things. Your families, your friends, and you even traded some stories from your youth. You had missed this companionship with Eggsy, especially how he could always make you laugh.

When Mathieu came back, you were covering your wide smile with your hand whilst Eggsy just stared at you in wonder. You blushed, and accepted your drink and croissant from the waiter.

“How long have the two of you been together?”

Three years,” you and Eggsy answered simultaneously.

“Le coup de foudre,” Eggsy whispered, causing you to blush even more and the waiter to smile out of happiness for us.

You two are very lucky. That sort of love is rare. Let me know if I could be of any more assistance.” With that, Mathieu was gone again.

You and Eggsy continued your easy going chatter for a while, but natural calls. “Excuse me, love,” you said, as you stood and went to search for a bathroom.

He watched you go with a smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow himself to pretend that this was all real. That you were madly in love with him, that you two really were newlyweds.

No matter the heartbreak it may cause him in the end.

A/N: Please let me know what you guys think of this. And yes, there will be a part 3

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➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader 

➤ Genre/words: Angst, Implied smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,491 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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Your wedding day with Chris Evans would involve:
  • Chris worrying about everything, but his brother - Scott - is here to tell him he’s already a happy man and he’s going to marry the love of his life.
  • Your mom crying when she sees you in your wedding dress as you hold your bouquet.
  • Being surprised that you’ve both left notes to one another, claiming your love once again.
  • While walking down the aisle, Chris can’t take his eyes off you, smiling and your lower lip trembles as he is on the verge of tears.
  •  - “I promise you, I will take care of your daughter and make her happy, sir.”
  •  - “You better, Evans. My eyes are on you.”
  •  - “Dad!”
  • Never stopping smiling to each other and you both catch yourselves almost leaning to kiss before you are allowed to.
  • Chris whispering you are very beautiful in your ear during the entire ceremony and day… and night. Actually, he can’t stop himself from saying it to everyone around him.
  • When the rings pass through your fingers and you’re officially pronounced husband and wife, Chris pulls you to him in a long, meaningful kiss.
  • You think the world around you can collapse, you would never feel anywhere safer than in his arms.
  • Basically, you have to stop kissing because of Scott’s whistles and the groomsmen decide to join, leaving Chris blushing.
  • His family is so proud and very happy Chris settles down with someone like you.
  • Holding hands all the time, caressing your rings as a reminder this day isn’t a dream.
  • The reception isn’t always as you’ve planned, but what you want more is here. Your families and friends are there to make the dinner very entertaining.
  • Endless teasing from them during the best man’s speech. His best man doesn’t even hesitate to show some embarrassing and funny candid shots of you two.
  • Chris calling you ‘Mrs. Evans’ with this adorable boyish grin on his face and you can’t help but kiss his cheek, giggling every time.
  •  - “Nice butt you have here, handsome.”
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Lots of fun and laughs.
  • Lots of soft and slow kisses.
  • For the first dance, your husband brings you to his chest and holds you close. He loves the way the lights shine on your skin and the way you look at him.
  • You almost step on his toes, but as a good dancer like Lisa has taught him, Chris tells you that’s very cute and he definitely made the right choice, marrying you.
  • The big party follows up and you just dance like nothing else matters in this world, never leaving each other more than five minutes.
  •  - “Is that real?”
  •  - “Sweetheart, we’re married. I’m the realest person you’ve ever met. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
  • You both try to stay sober because you want to remember every second of this night.
  •  - “Baby, stop drinking!”
  •  - “Yeah, Chris, remember what’s happening tonight!”
  • Cutting the cake and sharing a piece together. This ends pretty dramatically and funny.
  • You keep twirling, dipping and moving your hips until you can’t feel your feet anymore.
  • Scott wiggling his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look when you’re about to leave the reception to your house.
  • Once at home with your husband, Chris sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bedroom, gently setting you on the bed with his eyes glowing with pure love.

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Little Jealous There, Sarge? {Part Two}

{Part One}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink, light bondage, metal arm kink, Winter Soldier kink (mentioned only), forced orgasm, toys

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“You’ve been naughty, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered in your ear as he slid his hands around your waist. “And you’re going to get punished.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You arched your back off the bed to allow Bucky more access to your zipper. “You’re in charge, Sarge.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled in your ear as he stripped you of your dress. “Oh, so beautiful, kitten.” He stood and admired your unique undergarments. 

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anonymous asked:

I love your stories! Can you maybe write one of the chocobros initially hating their s/o and slowly realizing they were stupidly in love but didn't know how to express it correctly?? (I'm sorry if it's confusing)

OMG thank you! These types are always cute, I hope I did enough variety for you!  (I also have no idea how they got so long)



“Oh hell no.” Noctis groaned, as they entered Hammerhead, seeing the woman standing beside Cindy. “Ignis keep going.”

“Noctis, we need to fix the Regalia.”

“We’ll walk.”

“Noct you’re being ridiculous.”

“We don’t need to go here, we can just push it until we get to the next mechanic.”

“Dude, that’s like another 20 miles.” Prompto whined.

“Don’t care, I’ll push it there by myself.”

Ignis sighed, putting on the parking brake, as the young Prince attempted to keep pushing the car forward. Only to give up and hide behind the door, as the two women approached the car.

“Oh so that’s the reason.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Was starting to worry something happen to you boys.” You smiled.

“Uh, which one of ya’ll the Prince?” Cindy inquired.

Ignis groaned, as he looked down, “Noctis, get up.”

Noctis moaned as he stood up, his eyes ignoring you standing beside Cindy, “Hey.”

You smiled stepping toward Ignis, and Gladiolus, “Oh you must be Prompto, nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You called to the blonde a smile on your face.

“Yeah, nice, nice to meet you too.” Prompto waved nervously as Noctis rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take care of everything with Cindy, you boys can go rest your legs, that must have been a long walk.” You smiled heading back into the garage.

“Y/N hasn’t changed a bit.” Gladiolus chuckled.

Noctis groaned as he stalked off, “You say that, like it’s a good thing.”

Prompto moved beside Ignis, “What’s with him?”

Ignis chuckled, “A very old story.”

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anonymous asked:

one of phil's rules for dan is that he isn't allowed to watch porn, and dan decides to anyway and forgets to plug in headphones but he's too caught up in his pleasure to notice until phil comes in? punishments and daddy kink too if u can thank

-How did I only just fucking find this I’m living ok-

Dan was happy with most of the rules Phil had laid out. No cumming without permission, no disobeying… but one of them was like a sore spot for Dan, a rule he despised.

No porn.

He wasn’t an addict per se, he just liked watching porn. He never came, obviously, just enjoyed teasing himself enough to get to the edge. And that was what he was currently doing, earphones in and laptop balanced on his knees, lip between his teeth as he jerked off with a strange sense of impatience, as though he was racing some clock. And, of all the times for his earphones to cut out and not connect to his laptop properly, this had to be the one time he didn’t realise.

In the other room, Phil was almost positive he could hear moaning from Dan’s room. But… it sounded more feminine than Dan. It was definitely a girl’s moan, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. Phil’s blood boiled as he stood up, walking to Dan’s door. He burst in a few seconds later, just to see Dan wide eyes with a hand around his cock and laptop on knee. “D-Daddy, I can explain!” Dan whimpered in a panic.

Phil just shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. “No. Don’t try. Shut the fucking laptop, get undressed, and lay ass up for your punishment,” Phil said, and Dan nodded, biting his lip in shame and excitement. “Yes, sir,” he said, pulling off his shirt in a hurry as Phil rifled through drawers for his good leather belt.

When Phil gazed at Dan again, he realised how desperate his baby truly was. Hole twitching, shuddering slightly as goosebumps covered his skin. Phil smiled lovingly for a second, before slipping back into the dominant persona. “20 spanks. Count, and no other sounds. Understood?” Phil said, and Dan nodded quickly, face pressed against the bed.

Phil brought his arm back, before swinging it down and connecting the leather with Dan’s ass with a resounding crack. Dan gasped, but other than that, he whimpered out a “One, sir,”. Phil was so proud.

After 20 more hits, Dan was sobbing silently, dick harder than it had been before, and Phil was getting more and more impatient to fuck Dan. Phil put down the belt, kissing the red hot skin of Dan’s ass before smiling. “My good boy, took it so well. I’m gonna fuck you now, okay princess?” He said, and Dan nodded desperately.

Phil quickly lubed up his cock, smirking. “You fingered yourself?” He asked Dan, who whined. “Y-yes, sir, thought of you,” he moaned, making Phil take a deep breath to prevent himself from fucking too hard into Dan straight away. He pushed in, making both boys moan at the sudden stimulation.

As Phil pressed his hips flush against Dan’s, the boys started to whine under their breath, Phil starting up a steady, consistent rhythm with his hips, the smacks echoing and tangling with their moans. Dan was biting the sheets, teeth hurting slightly.

Phil reached around Dan’s body, grabbing his cock and starting to jerk off his boyfriend. “What’s the rule, princess. Tell me and you can cum.” Phil growled in Dan’s ear, making Dan moan.

“F-fuck, sir, the rule th-that I broke is-” dan started, being cut off by a particularly harsh pound to his prostate. Dan’s back arched harshly, pressing his chest against the bed, gripping the sheets as his whole body rocked with the intensity of the thrusts from his boyfriend.

“Fuck! The rule I broke, s-sir, is no porn! I-I’m not allowed t-to watch porn, but I-i broke your rule sir! I’m sorry, please let me cum!” Dan begged, tears starting to leak from his eyes. Phil grinned, nodding. “Good boy. Cum for me.”

Dan didn’t need to be told twice. He came within seconds, eyes rolling back as he shot all over the black sheets, shuddering and reaching to hold onto some part of Phil, needing to ground himself. Phil came not too long later, biting Dan’s neck gently as he came into the boy, smirking and sucking a hickey as he came down from his high.

If this was how punishments would be acted out, maybe Dan would misbehave more often.

Stay After Class

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2.038

Warnings: Taehyung giving it to you good( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(lol sorry)


I’m really sorry but I couldn’t find the link to whoever’s gif this is so credit to the owner:)

Great. Another day to endure, sitting in front of Mr.Kim. You weren’t sure you could endure any longer. Like really, just looking him made you feel some type of way. His blonde hair always framed his face perfectly and when he styled it so that his eyebrows showed, there was nothing but heat. Everyone knew that he was attractive yes, but you barely said anything about it. Today was the day though. When you came in, you saw him at the board, wearing all black. Dammit, he must’ve done this on purpose. Your eyes trailed all over him, your thoughts filled with how good he looked. How sexy he looked.

You broke out of your trance and made your way to your seat only to find your friend drooling over the same person you were staring at just moments before.

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[Translation] Smartpass AU Story - Levi & Eren.

Chapter 1 - The Dungeon.

Special thanks to @trippyridehome​ for providing the original story, and to @undercover-witch​ for her help translating it.

The air in the cellar was stifling as humidity rose from the damp stone walls. The old castle’s dungeon has long been abandoned, its iron bars destroyed and rendered useless. However, there was someone of value there.

“……I’m underground even at a time like this.”

“Of course. Got any complaints?”

The reply came from an indisposed looking superior officer who hastily brushed up his wet bangs.

The Survey Corps were training outside when it started pouring so heavily that the thick fog even blurred out the color of their smoke grenades. The unit leader who was overseeing the march fired a star-shell stopping everyone. The orders were for each squad to go take shelter from the rain in the abandoned buildings nearby.

“None. I understand the ins and outs of how this works.”

“It wouldn’t be a big deal if it was just my squad, but the whole Survey Corps branch is out on this training march… Catch my drift?”

A young man by the name of Eren sat hugging his knees, looking downwards in the dimly lit dungeon which was once divided by iron bars.

“I shouldn’t cause unnecessary distress for the squads that distrust my ‘Titan power’…”

Exactly. Levi, the superior officer holding the light, turned towards him.

Eren was still in his rain gear. He looked like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. Rain drops were dripping off him and his ever-present frown was even worse than usual.

For goodness’s sake… He looks like a damn beggar from the Underground City. He’s no longer who he used to be, he’s lost a lot and now he’s just dragging himself to wherever he’s told to go. Guess being called ‘humanity’s hope’ is taking a toll on him.”

After a deep, long sigh Levi gave a swift order.

“Take off that drenched raincoat and hand it over. I’ll set it to dry by the fire upstairs.”

“…Yes sir.”

He lethargically unclasped his rain gear and squeezed the excess water out of it before handing it over to Levi. Eren’s cold, trembling hand didn’t go unnoticed. Levi called out to his standby soldiers upstairs.

“…I can’t let him in the pits of despair like this.”

“Petra! Take Oluo and come keep an eye on Eren.”


Petra came down the stairs and saw Eren slouched, looking downhearted, while Levi obviously had no idea how to handle it. She made sense of the situation fairly quickly.

“Understood. Sir… Are we keeping him locked in the dungeon until the rain stops? That’s a bit…”

“It’s a temporary solution. Hange’s going to check whether the castle’s structure is sturdy enough to contain Eren’s Titan transformation… Once I get the confirmation, I will allow Eren to go out.”

“That’s great news. I hope you walk free soon. Your teammates are here as well. Would you like to see them?”

“They are? I want to, but I’m not sure how they feel…”

“They’d be delighted to see you! You’ve been training in different squads for a while now.”

Levi turned around to leave. After hearing Petra’s cheerful words of encouragement he was convinced once again that he did the right choice by picking her to be a soldier in his squad.

“Come on, quit moping around. The weather’s depressing enough.”


As he was climbing up the stairs Levi turned around and took in Eren’s slightly more relaxed expression.

Charlie Bravo Sierra | 1 | YUTA

Genre: gang!au | fluffangst

Member: Yuta / Reader + ensemble NCT 127

Word Count: 9,700

Warnings: extreme language, graphic depictions of violence, brief mentions of mental illness, secondary character death

Part: one | two | finale

Important Note: this series is in collaboration with @melonnpie, based on her amazing cherry bomb squad universe. the art accompanying each part of this mini series is done by her, and I can’t thank her enough for letting me bring this au to life! check out her CBS art here, here and here if you haven’t already!

Events were not always dictated by choice. Sometimes they transpired out of necessity, or a lack of alternatives. Sometimes it was convenience, sometimes it would just have to do. That was the sort of situation you found yourself in.

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Pretty Kitty

Originally posted by jonqins

Description: reason #17832 on why I’m going to hell ft. yuta

Warning: Rated S for Sinning. pet/kitten play. 

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Sunshine poured through the curtains Yuta had neglected to close before he left, disturbing your sleep and forcing you to wake and face the day. Accepting the rude awakening, you let your eyes flicker open and the first of many yawns flow as you rubbed sleep away from your eyes. Laying still for a moment to gather your tired thoughts, you rolled over, the silk sheets falling away from your bare body as you did so. Seeing the empty side of the bed wasn’t a surprise, it was very common for Yuta to be absent during the morning hours thanks to his job. Provided with a key of your own, he allowed you to stay the over the previous night, and left you on your own until he was to return in the afternoon. After all, how could he expect you to make the journey home after the workout he put you through until the sunrise? It was a miracle to behold, seeing Yuta manage to pull himself together just a couple of hours after you two had crashed on the bed, sweaty and out of breath, and get ready for work as if it hadn’t affected him in the slightest. It surely affected you, the delicious ache from his actions the night before still being felt, you were positive if you even attempted to move from the bed, you’d be a puddle on the floor. 

If only the church knew the sins their darling Priest committed on his days off. Such a pure reputation, would be crushed to bits if anyone had the slightest idea of how he makes you beg for his cock every day of the week.The filth that spilled from his pretty lips when Yuta bottoms out in your heat would definitely give  the sweet old ladies wearing their precious gold crosses a heart attack. Heaven forbid anyone see what lies inside Yuta’s beside table. 
Glancing at the clock on the pristine white table, you body tingled in delight.
1:14 PM.
Yuta should be home soon.

Impatient for Yuta’s return, the sinful thoughts of how you’d pick up where last night left off already swimming through your mind, a mischievous smile gracing your face before you carefully left the bed. As expected, your legs were of little use, barely managing to hold you long enough to stumble towards Yuta’s closet. Over the months you’d been together and staying the night, a good collection of your things had accumulated at his apartment. More specifically, the little outfits he’d bought you, had begun to fill his wardrobe. 

By 1:32 PM, you were dressed and waiting for Yuta to walk through the door. 
As always, Yuta’s entrance was silent, not wanting to wake you if you were still asleep, especially after the long night you two had. Although he was as eager as ever, the work out he put you through needed proper rest afterwards. But when he quietly made his way to the bedroom, and found you kneeling on the soft mattress with your hands laid on your thighs, all cautiousness was thrown out the window. 
“What’s this, kitten?” Yuta playfully cocked his head to the side. “Last night now enough? Kitten wants to play again?”
You nodded enthusiastically, the soft white ears on your hair bouncing along with the bell attached to your thin, silk collar jingling with each movement. 
“It’s never enough.” You pouted, “I always want to play more.”
Calmly kicking his shoes off, eyes roaming your new attire, Yuta simply nodded. “Then come help Sir out of his clothes.”
Grinning, you scrambled off the bed and flew into Yuta’s arms that welcomed you happily. Your eager hands shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders, Yuta let it fall to the floor carelessly, his thoughts were more occupied with feeling the delicate lace covering your bottom. Nimble fingers went to work of popping all the button’s on Yuta’s dress shirt before that too was cast aside, letting you have complete access to his golden skin.
Yuta blocked your access to his belt. Trapping your wandering hands between you as he grabbed a handful of your ass and pulled you towards him, allowing him to grind his hardening member against your stomach. Mindful of the headband, Yuta brushed the hair away from one side of your neck, leaned down.
“What do you want, kitten?” He breathed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. A moment passed while you thought, a moment too long, and Yuta brought his hand down on you ass, the unexpected sting making you squeak and jerk back to stare at him in surprise. “Answer me.”
Blinking, you sputtered a quiet, “What…whatever Sir wants to give me.”
Smirking at such a submissive response, he shoved you back towards the bed, you spread out on the mattress. Working his own belt off, Yuta approached the bed slowly, watching you watch his rub his own bulge. “Look what you’ve done to, you caused this, you know. You’re gonna fix it, aren’t you, kitten?”
You nodded silently, eyes glued to his slender fingers slowly pulling his zipper down, the sound as loud as can be, before Yuta shoved them down his legs without a care. Too impatient to mess with you any longer, he quickly discarded his boxers and let you see him in his full glory, taking pride in the audible gulp you made at seeing his cock. Even after all this time, Yuta never failed to take your breath away. 
Instinctively, your legs fell open for Yuta as he knelt at the end of the bed. Like feathers, his fingers trailed up your smooth legs till he met the soft lace panties.
“Up.” A one word command, and your hips lifted off the bed to allow him to rid you of the fabric, leaving your bottom half bare. Yuta’s sharp eyes met yours, as he brought two of his slender fingers to his mouth, covering his digits in his spit before bringing them to your core. Running his slick fingers through your folds, he smirked at finding you already growing wet. “Doesn’t take much to turn you on, does it?”
Impishly smiling, you replied, “Not when it comes to you, Sir.” 
“Tsk, such a naughty minx,” Yuta shook his head in mock disappointment. “What am I going to do with you.”
Your hand trailed down your torso and stopped at your core, letting a single finger toy with your clit as you whimpered and pouted as Yuta groaned at the sight, “Fuck your kitten, Sir. Make her purr.”
With a slight snarl, he knocked your hand away from your pussy, grasping his cock, pumping himself in his hand slowly.
“Kittens don’t give commands, ask me nicely.” Yuta cooed, teasing the head of his member over your clit, your hips jumped in response and you bit your lip to keep the moan in. “Ask me real nice, kitten. Say ‘please fuck me Sir’. Say it.” 
You tried to keep the sounds it, trying to keep up your defiant act, but when Yuta dipped the head of his cock in your entrance, and stayed completely still, you caved and moaned lewdly, “Please fuck me Sir, I’ll be a good kitten, please just fuc-oh!”
Before you could finish, Yuta slid in your slick heat and bottomed out, feeling his length inside of you nearly taking the breath right out of your lungs. Yuta only paused for a second, the warmth around him momentarily making him freeze before he gathered his thoughts, grasped your hips as he pulled out nearly all the way before crashing his hips against yours again. His thrusts hard, his hips slapping against the back of your thighs sounding out in the room, though barely audible over your moans from Yuta.
After last night, you’re still sensitive and Yuta knows that fully well. Seeing your hands grasping the sheets in pleasure, he speeds up, setting a faster pace, as one hand leaves your hip and yanks the lace lined bra down, exposing your chest to him. His thrusts don’t falter as he leans over your body and places his warm mouth over your nipple, letting his tongue flick over the hard nub before gently biting down, pausing his thrusts and groaning lowly when your hands fly to his hair and tug from the assault on your chest. 
Shifting a bit, Yuta resumed his unforgiving pace, slamming in to your core harder, almost laughing when you jumped and grasped his shoulder desperately and moaned, “There! Right the-oh fuck-there!”
Obeying, Yuta returned to your chest, leaving bite marks across the smooth skin as he focused on that perfect spot inside you, the head of his cock slamming into the bundle of nerves without mercy. Your nails bit Yuta’s back and he responded by biting your neck, flicking his tongue over the abused skin until you gasped against his ear, “Yuta-fuck-right there! I’m so clos-oh-close!”
Smirking to himself, he stopped all together, returning to his kneeling position and pulled his out.
“What the fuck Yuta!” You swore at him, panting harshly from the pleasure being ripped away from you. “Why’d you stop!”
“Turn over.” Yuta commanded, breathing heavily. He dropping his hand to his slick cock, pumping himself again. “On all fours. Like the kitten you are.”
Fuck, you gulped, and obeyed. Despite tense muscles, you turned on your stomach quickly, and tucked your knees underneath you. Before you could beg again, Yuta grasped your hips again and immediately resumed his powerful pace, the new position making it easier to locate your g-spot instantly and relentlessly pound his cock against the nerves. The new angle and pleasure made your back bow automatically, dropping to your stomach with no power to hold your torso up as you moaned pitifully against the blankets. 
“This is-oh shit-this is how you’re meant to be.” Yuta cursed at your core tightening around his cock, the sight of you moaning against the bed and the angle allowing him to watch his own member disappear in your slick pussy. “On your knees, moaning for me. Fuck.
The coin in your stomach tightened, your fingers dug in the soft blankets, “Fuck Yuta I’m gonna cum. Please don’t-ah-please don’t stop. I’m so close please!”
Although you couldn’t see him, out of breath, he nodded and continued his pace, focusing to not move an inch and miss that magic spot in you. His fingers tightening around your hips, blunt nails surely leaving marks as he felt your walls spasm around his cock before you moaned his name as you released around him. Adding this to last night’s fun, your sensitivity was running high and Yuta hadn’t cum yet. Still collapsed on the bed, you blindly flung your hand out behind you to grasp Yuta. Finding his arm, you pulled him down on top of you, and turned your head to see his face scrunched in pleasure.
“C’mon Sir, cum.” You cooed, tilting as best as you could with your position and Yuta’s thrusts shaking your body for your lips to brush just below his jaw, along his sensitive spot. Nipping the skin, Yuta’s hips jerked in response, throwing his thrusts off course and forcing a low groan. Tilting his head to give you access, he panted, “Do it again.”
At his command, you obeyed, latching fulling on to the spot and sucked harshly, biting the skin hard, knowing how he liked it. His thrusts grew sloppy the longer you kept up your biting. With each bite, his moaning grew sharper and without being able to see him, you knew his stomach was clenching with his release close. You reached out again, to thread your fingers through his dampening hair, and whispered to him, “Cum for me, Yuta.” before tugging his hair hard and biting at his neck again. His mouth hung open as his hips stuttered, before he pushed away from you quick, pulling out of your heat before spilling on your back, pumping his cock as his hips jerked with each spurt. 
Yuta’s shaky hands came back to you, slipping around your front and lifting you from the bed until you knelt and leaned against his front. Gentle hands tossed the kitten ear headband off to the side before brushing you sex crazed hair out of the way, pressing tender kisses up the slope of your neck and rubbing his hands slowly across your front. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect.” You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder, loving gaze meeting his. “You’re perfect.”
“Shower or rag?” Yuta asked.
“Hmm, shower.” You pecked his lips softly, “Um, your neck…hickies.”
“We’ll worry about it next week.” Yuta brushed it off, although he did hate having to cover them, church is church. “Right now, I just want to get cleaned up and relax with my kitten, can I have that?”
“You can.” You grinned and nodded. “But, you’re going to have to carry me, I can’t feel my legs.”

Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 14

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst, thriller

Warnings: language, interrogation, panic/anxiety

Word Count: 7,511

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“I-” You swallowed, your throat painfully dry as you searched for words. “Chanyeol-”

“I’m your guardian, now.”

“My- my what?” Chanyeol’s eyes widened as he sat up. He looked down to see your hands were trembling in your lap, and took them within his own.

You didn’t dare look him in the eye. You couldn’t find the words to respond, being too overwhelmed in the heat of the situation you put yourself in. You searched and searched for something, anything you could offer up as an explanation to Chanyeol.

To the man you just brought back from the dead.

I’ve sealed my fate now. This was not meant to be. I could face consequences- You swallowed, your mind racing. No. I didn’t have another option. This was my choice. I couldn’t let him die.

As Chanyeol studied your face intently, tears began to well up in your eyes.

How can I return home, now? That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, to get away from this place, to get away from these people. How can I-

“Hey,” Chanyeol cooed, squeezing your hands with enough force for you to meet his gaze, but not enough to spur discomfort. “It’s alright, I promise everything’s alright now.” He reached one hand up to cup your cheek gently. “Let’s get you back to the base, to see if Yixing can’t clean you up a little. Does that sound alright?”

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Danger Within

Originally posted by deararchimedes

Boogie Nights and Columbian White 

EXO 1970′s Cartel AU Collab Project.

Minseok the pimp.

1.8k. Special thanks to @the-porcelain-doll-xo and @sugaspiano

The dimly lit room was alive with people. Men spread out in the smoky bar surrounded by scantily clad woman all practically throwing themselves at the men. They all wanted their attention. Only Miseok sat alone with no one’s attention on him as he silently watched the scene before him while nursing his glass of whiskey. He blended in yet stood out. It’s how he liked it. 

The number of secrets the room held was endless, and thanks to Minseok’s ladies he knew them all. It was amazing how a couple of drinks and a naked woman could make a man sing like a canary. Over the years he had gathered dirt of every businessman in the city to hold over their heads for the day he needed a favor. It was the source of his power, and exactly what made him dangerous.

A hand ran across the back of his shoulders but he didn’t react. It was only when one of the more popular woman, Daisy, plopped into his lap. While most men would be overjoyed with attention from her, Minseok’s mind was elsewhere. “Minseok,” she purred into his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned forward to expose more cleavage in hopes of gaining his full attention.

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Pay Attention or Pay The Consequence

You were never a very academic student. The only thing you liked about assignments was the fact that you could doodle on them to pass the time. One class that doodling was prohibited was Calculus. Mr. Kim never intimidated you, until now.


You doodled on the edge of your notebook, adding to the growing collage on the once blank paper. Calculus was your least favorite subject. Not to mention you pretty much hated school and all it stood for. The other students gawked at you from afar. How could you dare disobey the most strict teach in the school?! You were a rebel even if you hadn’t realized it yet.

Mr. Kim’s voice was pushed to the back of your mind. His boring tone and the sound of chalk scraping on the chalk board could lull you to sleep. At least you were awake. The bell rang and you thanked any God that would listen. You reached down to grab your bag but a wooden ruler clipped your knuckles.

“What the hell?!” You shouted. The man, the myth, the legend stood there towering over your desk. His eyebrows were drawn together under the thin frame of his glasses. His plump lips turned down into a scowl.

You had to admit, Mr. Kim had it going on.

Mr. Kim snatched your notebook out from under your hand and scanned the multiple drawings. You were a talented artist that was for sure. The look on your Teachers face said otherwise.

“These are not notes on Arithmetic, young lady.” The last student went scurrying out of the room with the slam of a door. Mr. Kim slammed down the notebook on your desk. You jumped slightly and felt fear rush through your veins. Mr. Kim pinched he bridge of his nose. “I’ve gave you countless tries to act on your own initiative Miss Y/n.”

Mr. Kim’s voice echoed throughout the room as he licked the door. Now why couldn’t he have this voice when teaching? The low, husky tone that made your thighs tighten. Mr. Kim circled your desk much like a vulture. His slick black shoes were nearly noiseless on the pristine white floor.

The crack of the ruler wrapped against your hand again. This time you yelped and hugged your wounded hand close. “What gives?” The older man said nothing. He went back to the tall, leather chair and leaned back. With a smooth smirk he rested his chin on his hand.

“Y/n, we need to discuss your punishment. Step forward.” Mr. Kim used his finger to beckon you forward. At first you were frozen solid until the man slapped his hand down on the desk. “My patience is wearing thin.” At that, you slowly stood and flattened down your skirt. The lump in your throat grew stiffer. His stiff and proper hair didn’t even move an inch when his head cocked.

“Yes sir.” Mr. Kim’s eyes darkened a single hue. He held out his long arm and started plucking at the buttons on the sleeve. Without removing his eyes from you, the teacher rolled down each sleeve and allowed his tongue to swipe over his lip.

This wasn’t happening. No, you were just daydreaming in Calculus again. But your feet were already moving. Before you realized it, you were standing between Mr. Kim’s feet. Chin to your chest, nothing could hide the deep blush on your cheeks. The wooden ruler was placed under your chin and pushed upward sharply.

“Eyes on me young lady.” There it was again. The gush between your thighs. You nodded once and Namjoon took away the ruler and sat it on the desk. “Good girl. Now pull down your skirt.” You were awestruck. There was no way this was happening.

“I don’t think-” Namjoon cleared his threat and your blood ran cold.

“What was that?” He teased. You licked your dry lips and reached for the zipper of your skirt. Slowly pulling the zipper down you eventually gained the nerve to remove it completely. You could tell Mr. Kim wasn’t amused. “Panties down too, little girl.”

“What! No!” You shook your head frantically. Mr. Kim shrugged and fixed the frame of his glasses.

“We can stay here all day.” It was weird. This feeling in your stomach. On one hand this was wrong, on the other, it was soooooo right. Who were you to not be a teachers pet? With a huff, you hooked your fingers in the lacy underwear and pulled them down to your knees. “So well behaved. Bend over the desk.”

Your cheeks sat ablaze. With a thick gulp you followed his instructions. Your nails dig into the thick wood and the sound of the chair rolling echoed in the empty room. “You have a Mr. Kim quietly hummed to himself until his large fingers grazed over your ass. A tiny gasp escaped you, but was quickly reprimanded by a slap on the butt. Your knees buckled. Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to hold back the groan.

"No speaking.” That cold voice was back. Mr. Kim grabbed his ruler and trailed it over each ass cheek. You quietly peered over your shoulder to see your teacher lazily tracing the wood with interest. His eyes randomly shot up and saw you staring. That’s when the first hit came. Your mouth fell in a loud intake of breath. You bit your lip to stay quiet and pressed your forehead to the cold wood. What the hell were you doing? This was like some shitty porno that the boys in your class would watch.

Slutty school girl and hot teacher.

“Good girl. Four more.” The second hit was harder, striking across both ass cheeks. This time the gasp left without permission. Two more strikes followed the first.  “Each time I hear a noise, you earn another strike. We don’t want that do we?” Mr. Kim’s hand cupped your inner thigh, pushing you further on the desk. His small chuckle vibrated your body.

“My, my! These pretty little thighs are already drenched.” Another hit. Mr. Kim soothed the skin with his plump lips, allowing you a second of relaxation. Then came the final hit. It was harder than the rest and you could tell that wasn’t even at it’s full capacity. But you could feel the skin rising in harsh welts. “Y/n, what do you say?”

Your mind went blank and another hit landed on your left ass cheek. “T-thank you sir!” Mr. Kim laughed and rummaged in his drawer. “This is hand lotion. Not exactly for this purpose but it’ll have to do.” The cold sensation on your burning cheeks caused you to squeal. Mr. Kim gently soothed you with a hush and a gentle touch. Who knew that the boring, fucking sexy, Calculus teacher had all of this underneath?

“That was good Ms. Y/n.” His strong hands grasped your waist and tugged you backwards into his lap. You helped in shock but his hand cupped your mouth. “How about we discuss extra credit?”