and her shirt was cut before it was ripped


Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Send in request! All types relating to Descendants are allowed!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – Harry Hook’s girlfriend, (Y/N) is kidnapped by someone on the Isle and Harry isn’t too pleased with it

Warning(s) - kidnapping, violence, swearing, fluff at the end

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

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Devil In Me Part 4 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 4 (Part 3)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary: “You were s'posed to fuckin’ protect her, ya Irish, Demonic piece'a shit!

Word Count: 4,459

Warning: Talk of blood - slight torture, also a bit of violence

Tags: @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @abschaffer2 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @onebigfangirlworld | @fanfic-fanfic-everywhere | @boundtomyfate | @georgiadean37 | @nickysmum1909 | @superrezzy00 | @florenceivy | @leteverythingexist | @sunflowers-and-swear-words | @ittybittywriter | @ellothelongwaydown | @xxmaddhatter39xx

A/N: Hi guys, like I said before, this series is going to come to a halt for a little bit, but I WILL start it back up! I just want to spend time on other fics apart from this series that takes a LOT of thought and time! I hope you all enjoy this installment and what I put out in the coming weeks <3

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

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Vernon/OFC: I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you (m)

Originally posted by sneezes

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Friendship/Angst/Implied Smut

Word Count: 6588

Characters: fwb!Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, various Seventeen members

Prompts: fwb!Vernon, five times kissed + one, friends-to-lovers, gratuitous use of film, music and book references.  

(a/n) My Christmas gift to my lovely followers. It’s not necessarily Christmas themed, but I hope you guys like it all the same. Much love!

The first time was Begin Again.

He was just fed up. Fed up with his perpetual writer’s block, fed up with how behind he was in education, and all over just wishing for some peace. Vernon missed sleep. He longed for how easy it was back in middle school to fall asleep, to collapse on his bunk and have a full eight hours to happily ponder over absolutely nothing. Now, whenever he did get around to sleeping, he was stuck in a purgatory of being infinitely restless. He felt nervous whenever he closed his eyes, thinking about what kind of packed schedule he’d face in a couple hours’ time, or that he could be spending this time perfecting his lyrics.

But the movies helped.

It was sometime around the end of winter that this whole thing started. Some random neighbor waiting for the elevator to open, who had about two or so boxes stacked so high he couldn’t see her face. When the elevator just didn’t want to help her out, she wedged her sneaker between the emergency exit to the stairwell.

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Lionhearted - Part 2 (nessian fic)

Summary: The day of the wedding, Nesta tries to deal with what she saw Cassian doing at the pub the night before. She also has a special gift for Feyre on her wedding day.

Notes: ok I have a list of people to tag: @arielle-reads @bookswillruletheworld @illyrianwings-nightcourt @christina-dh @illyriancrown @sussurrosliterarios (it won’t let me tag you aghhhh!!!)

This was going to be two parts, but now will be at least 3!

Part one : Part three : Part four : AO3 for comments : rated M : TW for attempted sexual assault mention


The next morning, Nesta’s alarm went off at a highly inconvenient hour, considering the amount of alcohol she had consumed. There was the hotel bar, and then the restaurant, and then the pub… She moaned into her pillow, the throbbing in her head deep and familiar from her college days. It was nothing she couldn’t work off if she could find a bottle of water and some ibuprofen, but… her nostrils flared, thinking back on what she and Cassian had said and done. Putting that conversation behind her would be a different kind of challenge.

There was no way she could face him today, but she would do it, she had to, for Feyre’s sake. She would be in the same room with him, if not interacting directly, and she would just have to deal with his rejection. Or at least, what she assumed was his rejection, given the woman from the night before. Bile rose up in her throat at the thought of her hands on Cassian in that hallway, and she quickly swallowed it down.

She’d had no reason to believe any differently of him, to have had expectations that he might not be the type of guy to do that. But it still hurt to confirm her initial suspicions.

Heaving herself out of bed, Nesta showered, threw on clothing and grabbed her bridesmaid dress and make-up bag. She needed to get to Feyre’s hotel soon, to help her prepare for her wedding. Maybe later, when it was all done and she could leave, she would come back here and try to work out how she felt about Cassian. For now, though, he was just one more person who could threaten her calm exterior, and so needed to be avoided.

When she arrived at Feyre’s hotel room, it was a din; Mor and Elain were circling Feyre, fussing after her hair, her make-up, her dress, calling out orders to some of the other women in the room. Amren sat back, an amused grin on her face, and… was that a glass of red wine in her hand, at this hour? Nesta blinked. Well, she supposed, it was a celebration, and certainly many of the usual social conventions could be suspended for that. However, she suspected that Amren was not one to be concerned about that type of thing no matter the situation, and her estimation of her sister’s friend went up on principle.

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Young Gods// Bellamy Blake

Epitome: Everyone naming you and Bellamy the King and Queen of the 100, but Bellamy still calls you princess. 

Word Count: 248

You went into the drop ship after Jasper and Clarke, turning around when you hear Bellamy call your name.

“Hey, princess!” 

You turned around, your eyes finding his.

“What is it your highness?” You grinned, putting a hand on your hip.

“We’re going on a walk, wanna come?”

“We as in you and me?”

“Yeah.” He smiled and looked down.

“Sure.” You said and followed him outside the gates, walking through the woods.

“You know, Charlotte told me today that everyone considered us the king and queen of camp.” He grinned.

“But you still call me princess?”

“Because you’re still a princess,” he smiled. “They look up to you.”

“They look up to you, too.”

“Yeah, but it’s different with you.” He said, making you stop.

“I don’t understand.”

“Those people would follow you anywhere.”

“They would follow you too, Bellamy.” You shook your head.

“Not only do they look up to you, but I do too.” He said, turning to look at you.

“And I would follow you anywhere.” You smiled.

“Good, because then this would be embarrassing.”

“..what would-”

He cut you off, his lips smashing against yours. You were shocked but you kissed back, your lips moving against his.

You went back to camp together, taking the last watch before going to bed. You followed Bellamy to his tent, his hands slipping underneath your shirt.

“What are they doing?” Octavia asked, watching your shadows through the tent.

“Making a prince.” Jasper said, making her laugh.


Happy Lowman x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)
“Fuck me? Fuck you!” Happy spat, stomping out of the house and slamming the door.
Another fight about him not opening up to her, not showing her his feelings and not telling her what he’s doing with the club.

It was always the same, she asked him questions he refused to answer, he came onto her and she let him, they fucked, she asked him more questions, he got up to leave so he didn’t have to answer them, she called him a pussy, he got pissed off and called her a bitch, and then they would yell expletives at each other until he was out of earshot. He would leave and would spend a few days at the clubhouse, filling his nights by downing enough liquor to float himself to Mexico and then burying himself balls deep in a croweater.
This cycle ended when one of them gave in and finally texted, asking if he could come over.

His phone buzzed on the night stand the next morning and he jolted awake, a skinny blonde was resting against his shirtless chest and he shook her awake, “Hey…” he grumbled, an attempt at a whisper.
She woke up, smiling at him and he gave her a half a smirk before pulling his arm back to himself, leaning down and kissing her as she settled back on a pillow on the opposite side of the bed.

He stood up, walking to the restroom to piss while opening the message from her.
‘Hap, come back. I’m sorry.’ her first message read, he looked through the others, more of the same, until he opened the picture message she sent this morning and he almost pissed on the floor.
She had sent him a pic of her playing with herself, one finger sunk deep within her core, her juices glistening on her soft and warm skin.
He growled, hitting the call button and lifting the phone to his ear.

“You up?” he spoke as she quietly answered the phone.

“I’m on my way.” he spoke again before hanging up and stripping his boxers off, stepping in the shower to wash last night’s lay off his skin before dressing and quietly ducking out of the room.

He pulled up to her house and parked, trampling the grass as he cut across the yard, not bothering to use the pathway up to the door.
He rang the bell and waited a second or two before he began furiously knocking and then banging on the door. She opened the door, an annoyed expression on her face, practically glaring at him, as she placed her hands on her hips, “Who the hell do you think you are Happy Lo–” she began but he cut her off by pushing her inside the house, slamming the door shut before he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off over her head to reveal her bare breasts. He smashed his lips against hers but pulled away quickly.

“You were teasing me,” he rasped as he yanked her pajama bottoms down and she stepped out of them fully exposing herself to him.

“There are consequences for that.”

He pressed his lips into hers again unbuttoning his own jeans and letting them fall as he shrugged out of his shirt and kutte all at once.

He kicked his boots and jeans off and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, smiling and biting her lip as she stared into his dark, devilish eyes. She pulled them down, freeing his dick as it sprung forth. He grunted as she grasped his shaft with both hands and he threw his head back, clenching his jaw.

She leaned forward to kiss and suck on his collarbone as she jacked him off, but after just a few moments he pulled away from her, turning her around quickly and pulling her back against his chest. He bent down, palming his thick cock and guiding it into her entrance from behind, thrusting roughly upward, forcing a gasp to radiate from her chest and throat. He pounded her from behind, one arm wrapped around her body just under her breasts as the other held her hip, pulling her flush against him. Stroking into her like he would lose her if he fucked slowly, her screams and moans filled the house and he used his long deep thrusts to push her to orgasm.
Her breasts were bouncing up and down while his dick pounded in and out, hitting the deepest parts of her and making her knees weak.
He leaned forward, biting her ear and holding it between his teeth, his panting breaths brushing against her face as he began to shake, squeezing her body tightly as he came with one last violent and intense thrust. He stuck and held still while he emptied himself into her - Fuck the consequences - she was the best he ever had.

Series: Apocalyptic

Title: Baby

Photo/GIF credit goes to original owner/maker.

I was out on my own, searching for anyone that may have been in need of help. The folks a couple of towns over had said they’d seen a pregnant woman wondering by.

They tried to help her, but she never would accept it.

I decided to keep an eye out for her as I scavenged.

In the distance, I could hear leaves shuffling and twigs snapping. I paused in the middle of the road, turning my head to the side to listen.

That was one serious advantage that I had; great hearing. At the sound of boots, I took off in a dead run, trying to find a place to hide.

A gun cocked and a man shouted at me, making me flinch, “Don’t move sweet ass!”

I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up.

“Go get the boss,” he whispered to someone.

More feet thundered on the ground.

“Now slowly, turn around and get on your knees.”

I did as I was told.

I watched as a group of men made a half circle around me, all watching me with curious or lustful glances.

“Now boys, back up a bit. Give the lady some fuckin’ room to breath.”

A tall, lean man with dark hair and salt and pepper beard, advanced towards me at a leisurely pace. He had a bat wrapped in barbed wire propped on his shoulder.

He licked his lips as he neared me, squatting down to get down to more my level.

“What’s your name Sweetheart?” His voice, though rugged and smooth sounding, left no room for arguments.

I swallowed nervously, “Y/N Fairway,”

He kissed his teeth at my name, looking me up and down, “I’m Negan,”

“Hel-” I paused, turning my head to the right.

What was that sound?

“What are-”

“Hush!” I scolded Negan.

I focused on the rocky rode, trying to listen as close as possible.

There; I heard it! It was the faintest wail of a baby.

I stood quickly, having all the men point their guns at me.

Negan held up a hand, watching me, “What the fuck is going on?”

I turned in a small circle, pin pointing the exact spot, “A baby!”

I took off running down the road, only to be brought up short at the sight of a small horde of zombies coming from the woods.

That’s what all the leaves shuffling and twig snapping was about.

“Simon!” Negan yelled.

A group of men went over, taking them out.

“Listen Doll, you’re either bat shit crazy or I’m deaf, but I don’t hear a goddamn baby.” Negan said, straining to hear.

I ran towards an abandoned wedding shop, pushing the door open.

I heard growling, snarling and choking as well as the baby crying.

“Help me,” a faint voice called out.

Towards the back was another door, that two walkers were trying to get into.

Negan whistled, making me jump.

The walkers came towards us, snapping their jaws and their arms out stretched. Negan swung with his bat, the thick clunck of wood against skull, nauseating.

The other came towards me. I didn’t have my weapon on me, so I ripped an arm off a mannequin.

Thrusting is forward, it dented in the face of the walker with a wet squelch. The growling stopped as it fell to a heap in the floor.

Not paying any attention to Negan, I ran to the door and carefully entered.

A woman was propped up against the wall, sitting in a pool of blood, near death.

“My… my… baby,” she breathed.

A bloody, gooey covered baby laid between her legs, shaking and crying.

Using the last of her strength, the woman panted out her last words, “Save… her…”

I ripped off my backpack, and took off my shirt.

I had to work quickly before the mother turned.

“Scissors and a shoelace; get them out of the bag, now!” I ordered.

Negan put his bat down, immediately helping me.

I shushed the poor baby, using the shoelace to tie off the umbilical cord. He handed me the scissors, watching me as I cut the cord.

Once that was done, I laid out my shirt and gently lifted the screaming newborn and wrapped her up.

“Hush, baby. It’s okay.” I soothed.

I craddled her to my bra clad chest, letting her have what body heat I had.

“Here,” Negan’s voice startled me.

He stood, taking off his leather jacket and helping me get my arms in. He then zipped it up with the baby against me.

“Thank you,” I said, softly.

He didn’t smile, but his eyes held a kindness that I hadn’t seen in a long while.

“No problem.”

The dead mother gurgled, falling to the side and reaching out for us.

I gasped, stepping back as Negan put his arm out in front of the baby and I.

“Go on out in main. I’ll take care of her.”

I waited, gently swaying my body to soothe the hungry baby.

I flinched as I heard the bat connect with the walker.
In the truck, I sat in between the driver and Negan. Fat Joey was his name, I believe.

The baby was doing everything she could to find a source of food. She was sucking on her fist, whimpering and it was breaking my heart.

Negan placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him, “We have a doctor and baby supplies at The Sanctuary.”

I nodded, not wanting to speak and startle the little one.

Once there, Negan led me to the Health Hall and demanded the doctor get in there immediately.

He stayed with us as he checked the baby out. It was all good news, which I was relieved of.

Negan then took us to his main home and I saw a gaggle of risqué dressed women lounging around.

They perked up when they spotted me, most glowering and snearing; saying that I was in Negan’s jacket and what right did I have.

From there, a bottle was fixed and warm water was ran in an oversized sink for the baby’s bath.

He helped me out of his jacket, watching as I fed and burped the baby.

“You’re good with her,” he said.

“I use to have a daughter… she was bitten at the beginning.”

“Aww shit,” he cursed, rubbing his hand over his beard, “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

I just nodded, focusing on the baby.

He helped as I bathed her, getting all the dried afterbirth off of her new skin.

Negan placed the towel on his chest and hands, ready to take her.

“Don’t drop her now,” I told him, getting her from the water.

“Give me a little credit woman,” he chuckled.

The smile left his face once the baby was in his hands, “Oh shit,”

“Yeah, uh huh. Thought you knew it all, didn’t you?”

He grumbled, letting me wrap the baby up. He craddled her to his chest, shushing her gently.

I wondered if he was a father before the apocalypse hit?


Surprise Bitch.

(Happy X OC) Based on a single called Sirens. For CJTM told you I’d do it haha!! 😘😘

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Originally posted by lowmans

Flying around the corner of a back road he almost missed her. She was wearing tight, dark ripped up jeans a plain white v-neck tee and a black leather jacket with black boots laced up to her mid calves. She had a black pack slung over her shoulder and her dark chestnut hair waved around the length of her arm as she held it out with her thumb in the air.

Slowing down he stopped just a head of the direction her thumb had pointed. As she jogged up to him he pulled a spare helmet from the compartment below his seat. “Thanks.” She said reaching him and accepting the helmet. She clipped it on as he re-mounted his bike and started it back up.

“Where to?” He yelled over the engine as she straddled the bike behind him. She pulled herself in close her thighs squeezing his hips and one arm wrapped low on his waist.

“Just drive really fast baby.” She purred on the shell of his ear. That’s when he felt it the barrel of a hand gun pressed into his side along his ribs.

Happy smirked and revved the throttle taking off.

Slowing around a corner he was met with a road block. Cops were everywhere. Feeling her grip him impossibly tighter Happy revved up and pulled down on the throttle. She held her grip on him as he weaved through the barricade and off down the highway.

Once they were free and clear he drove them long into the night. Pulling up to an abandoned motel he drove around back and hid his bike under an awning. He said nothing as he walked to the nearest room and broke into the door.

She watched with suspension, gun still firm in her grasp. She eyed him as he held the door open for her. “Get in.” He growled she kept her eyes on him and gun pointed as she stepped forward and backed into the room.

He turned and locked the door then moved to close the blinds. Turning around she still held the gun on him.

The moon was full and bright bleeding through the slats of the broken window coverings. “Put it down little girl.”

She watched as he removed his kutte and set it on the back of a chair near by. Noticing his guns in his holster she decided to maintain her hold on the weapon in her hand.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He grumbled removing the weapons and placing them on the side table as a show of no ill will.

Tilting her chin to seem taller she asked “Who are you?”

“Does it matter?” He stared into her crystal blue eyes. As he stepped forward and placed his hand over her gun.

She searched his dark eyes for what she wasn’t sure. “I guess not.” She conceded finally lowering her weapon and allowing him to take it.

He tossed it to the side. Moving closer to her than before.

No words were exchanged. They didn’t need to be. He wrapped his hand in her windblown locks and pulled her in kissing her with a brusing force.

Moaning she parted her lips and bit harshly on on his lower one. He growled ripping the jacket from her shoulders and ducking to wrap his large hands around the back of her thighs and lift her to his level.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed the empty holster off his shoulders before pulling at his shirt. Feeling her trying to rip the shirt off he tossed her onto the old motel bed. He reached behind his head with one hand and pulled it off in one smooth motion.

He watched as her eyes went wide. Crawling on her knees to the edge where he stood. Slowly she reached out an adrenalin shook hand and ran it up his cut torso admiring the colorfully sculpted display before her. When her hand reached his chest he grabbed it causing her to look up into his eyes. Using the hold on her wrist he pulled her closer his other hand wrapping around her throat pulling her in for another crushing heated kiss. Lifting her chin with the thumb of the hand on her neck he trailed his mouth down her neck biting and sucking on his way. Reaching the top of her v-neck tee he pulled his hands away and took a firm grasp on the collar of her shirt and tugged effectively ripping the thin shirt in half.

With his mouth now on her chest she reached forward tugging at his belt and pushing down his pants. Moving his mouth back to hers he reached around to unclasp her bra. Pulling it away he layed her down and reached between them to pull off her jeans.

Sitting up he slid his fingers under her waistband and pulled them down her thighs with her underwear. Tossing them behind his head he looked down and saw something he just had to try. Once again taking a firm hold of her legs he lifted them over his shoulders as he ducked his head and took a long stroke up her folds with his toung. “FUCK” she screamed above him.

Bringing one hand around the underside of her ass he reached up and slipped two fingers in and curled them as he lapped harder at her clit. It wasn’t long before she was trapping his head between her thighs and screaming out. She tried to push him away but he kept on relentless watching her writhe under his touch. Finally he lifted his head and watched her try and catch her breath. Looking up she saw him watching and climbed up to her knees to meet him in the middle of the bed.

Reaching down between the she slipped her hand inside of his boxers and took hold of him. She stroked up and down with a twist in her wrist as she trailed kisses down his chest. When she took a harsh bite to his peck he growled and grabbed her upper arms with a bruising force. Turning her around he pushed her down and fisted her hair pulling her back up to arch her back. Using the other hand he pulled down the boxers then smacked her hard on the ass for the bite.

Taking a hold of himself he ran his tip over her folds before slamming hard into her. He started up a brusing pace with his hand tangled in her hair he smacked her ass once more the twice more before reaching around and drawing circles on her clit. He moans became more and more high pitched as she came closer and closer to the edge.

With a few more hard thrust Happy felt her clench around him. And rode her through her orgasm before quickly pulling out and releasing his own all over her lower back and ass. “FUCK, shit” He growled as his body began to go numb.

Watching her fall to the bed he shakily grabbed her tattered shirt and wiped off her back and threw in on the floor before collapsing next to her.


The next morning they were back on the read when he came around another corner and blue lights awaited them. Turning the throttle she gripped him tight.


Shots rang out and fire ripped through his chest, Happy lost control. Sliding along side her and his bike he looked at her blue eyes cold next to him before his world too went black.


Waking with a start he looked around the mess that was the motel room. Turning she was still there wrapped into his side sound asleep and still breathing.

She was defiantly his match. But she’d be the death of him.


She woke up to the sound of a bike and reached out. Feeling cold sheets she realised the bike must have been his.

Sitting up opening her eyes she noticed a piece of paper folded on the nightstand. Opening it she read

‘Until next time Baby.’

It was simply signed with a happy face like the ones she had seen on his stomach lastnight.

She closed the note with a smirk. Some how it seemed like they both just knew….

They’d be seeing eachother again. 🙃

Pull Me Closer Part 7

When Mckayla came to again, she was laying on a large leather sectional in a common room larger than her apartment. She sat up and looked around, glad she was alone for the moment.

She didn’t need to pass out again from both of her soulmates strong emotions, and being alone for a moment let her clear her head.

This wasn’t the first time that Mckayla had passed out from too many or too strong of emotions from her soulmates. It had happened a total of 3 times, that she could recall.

“Good morning!” Morning? Mckayla panicked and dug into her jeans pocket for her phone. She was out for an entire night? She turned on her phone and looked at the time and date staring back at her.

“I was out all night?” She couldn’t believe she was out for so long. She had fainted before, but it was never for this long. She couldn’t ever remember being out this long or this deep.

“That’s happened before?” She snapped her gaze back to the man talking to her. Mckayla didn’t recognize her, not that she knew many people in stark tower.

“It’s happened 3 times before. I can remember each time clearly. I don’t know what the hell was going on in their lives, but I passed out from their emotional and physical stains.” The man in front of her moved a chair beside her bed and sat in it. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a sympathetic look.

“Care to tell me when?” Mckayla knew that this wasn’t Tony Atark, because she had seen stark on different magazines, the most recent being the cover of Forbes magazine.

“Who are you?” She remembered Natalia, the pregnant redhead, and Wanda, the other redhead from last night. And obviously she remembered Bucky and Steve, but she couldn’t remember if she had seen him in passing or spoke to him.

“I’m Dr. Banner. I’m just here to help you. I know what it’s like to pass out and wake hours later.” A dr. Mckayla ran her tigers through her hair and sighed.

“The first time was 2011. I was finishing my last exam for high school and I started to feel dizzy. I didn’t know which one of them was causing it, but I felt it. I started to see spots, and then I swayed. When I came to, I was told that I smacked my head off of the corner of the desk.” Mckayla brushed part of her hair away from her face and turned her head.

“I even have a little scar there.” When she moved her hair back, Dr. Banner leaned back in his chair and nodded.

“The other times?” She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down.

“2 years later in the afternoon. I was busy in college studying and I fainted in the library. I didn’t smack my head, thankfully, and I came to shortly after.” She hated fainting. She hated the feeling of being dizzy and then the world going black.

“It’s only happened three times? And you’ve never been able to resist fainting?” Mckayla wondered what in the hell he was trying to do. He wasn’t writing down any notes and she didn’t think he was here just to be nice.

“Yes. Just 3 times. I could never resist fainting. I tried. Hard. But the emotions become too overwhelming.” Mckayla wanted to leave it there. She wanted to drop it.

Even though she was bitter and hurt by what others said about her soulmates, Mckayla would always care for them. It was ingrained in her and felt like a natural thing to do. So talking about the fainting spells and the strong emotions she felt didn’t sit well with her.

She didn’t want to talk about the emotions or the physical toll her soulmates must’ve gone through to make her faint. She didn’t want to think about their pain, heartache, anger.

“I want to help you Mckayla. This is common amongst soulmates, but even more so for you, because you have two.” That’s right. It was common but it was more common for her. Even though she had found them, and they were now close, it would still be common. It may even happen more often because their relationship would be so fresh and so new.

“When you have 3 people’s emotions being felt so strongly, it can cause a lot of stress on a body. Yours specifically because you don’t any super soldier serum running through your veins.” Captain America and sergeant Barnes. The super soldiers were her soulmates and they were 100 years old.

“I want to help lessen these symptoms. I’d like to, with your permission, run some blood tests and general labs, the next time you have a fainting spell. I’d like to see what I can do to help. Maybe, with time, we can get away from fainting, and towards slight dizziness.” Mckayla once again thanked the dr, and gave him a small smile.

Once he was gone, she gathered her things and left out of the only door in the living room, besides the patio. She closed the door behind her and turned, coming face to face with a long hallway with a single elevator at the end.

“I swear to god, if this is anything out of the Shining, I will come back to haunt all of you.” She grit her teeth and rushed to the elevator, desperate to get down to the lobby.


Bucky knew her, even as the Winter Soldier, because that is also partially how they kept him under control. It was very gradually that he was allowed to feel her emotions and physical pain, but when he did, he couldn’t stop.

Even as they erased his memory and froze him, time after time, he could feel her. Every time he felt her pain, it would fuel his fire. He wanted to find her and kill whoever hurt her, and he had never even met her.

Every time he felt her sadness or her bitterness, it affected him. And Hydra used that for their own good. They were expert manipulators. They were excellent at controlling him.

And he would comply. If they only left her alone, he would comply.

“Buck, what’re you thinking about?” Bucky turned his head away from the tv, not that he was really watching anyway, and focused on Steve.

Steve. The other piece to their 3 part puzzle. The other part of his soul.

“I’m thinking ‘bout her. What hell she must’ve went through with me. The pain alone would’ve caused anyone to lose their minds, but not her.” Bucky ran his hands through his long hair, pushing it out of his face.

“She’s strong, Bucky.” Steve was proud of her, and so was Bucky. She was a strong woman, their strong woman.

“She’s bitter though, Stevie. The hell she went through while waiting for us to be there…” Bucky turned, again, and placed his hand on Steve’s jaw. He smirked softly and ran his thumb over his chine.

“We’re here now. And she’s ours. She our soulmate. We’re complete.” God, Bucky missed Steve. He leaned in closer and touched his nose to Steve’s.

He breathed in his scent and inched closer and closer until their lips touched. Bucky opened his mouth wider and pushed against Steve, his tongue running across his bottom lip. Bucky groaned and pushed Steve back against the couch before he straddled his waist.

“It’s been too long, Stevie. And I can’t wait. I need you.” Bucky ripped the shirt off of his head and threw it behind him.

Desire hit him, wave after wave as Steve looked him up and down. He need Steve. Badly.

“And when it’s the three of us, we’ll fill her completely and show her how much we love her..” Bucky cut Steve off with his lips. His metal hand came to rest on his shoulder and his flesh ran down his stomach to the crotch of his jeans.

“You got something I need, Captain.” A purr left Bucky’s mouth at the thought of Steve’s hard cock. Just what he needed.

“Is that right, Sergeant?” Bucky growled at the sound of his rank leaving Steve’s soft lips. He moved his hands to his shirt and grabbed the cotton in his hands and ripped the thin cloth to shreds.

“Don’t you fucking move.” Bucky trailed soft, but needy kisses down Steve’s neck and chest, nipping as he went.

Bucky could feel Steve shiver and shudder underneath him. Bucky smirked and continued his kissing until he stopped at one of Steve’s nipples.

“What do we have here?” Bucky licked his lips and placed his lips on Steve’s nipple. He tugged and sucked lightly on the hard nub before he soothed it with his tongue.

“Bucky…” Steve’s moans were music to bucky’s ears. He loved hearing his grunts, groans and moans.

“Don’t tease. We have a mission later and I don’t wanna be hard and waiting.” Bucky pulled with mouth off with a loud pop. He looked down at Steve, a smile replacing his smirk.

“Roll over, big boy.” Bucky sat back on his haunches and waited until Steve rolled over.

When he was laying on his firm stomach, Bucky ran his hands down his smooth back, stopping just above his ass cheeks.

“You sure know how to get a guy going, Cap.” Bucky left his metal hand on Steve’s right as cheek, while his other hand grabbed his hard on.

“Ready for me, big boy?” Bucky pumped his cock a few times and then pushed it against Steve’s asshole.

He waited until Steve was ready, and when he was, he thrust his cock deep inside. He groaned loudly and pulled back and pushed forward.

“You like my cock in your ass Stevie? Hmm?” Bucky only heard groans and grunts from Steve.

Unsatisfied, Bucky pulled his cock out and shoved it back inside. He wanted to hear Steve admit how much he loved his cock, and until he did, Bucky wouldn’t give him satisfaction.

“You know I do, Bucky.” Bucky smirked and started jerking his hips, the sound of his cock fucking his lovers asshole, music to his ears.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Bucky leaned on his arms and continued to thrust into Steve’s asshole. He bent his head down and flicked his tongue against the shell of Steve’s ear.

“You’re such a good boy, Stevie.” Bucky cooed into his ear, bringing both of them closer to their orgasms.

“I’m going to cum in you, baby.” Bucky pulled out and thrust back in, throwing his head back with a loud groan as his cum shot from his hard cock.

“I can’t wait until he have our soft little woman in here.”

A/N: So that was my first time writing a smut scene between two males so…hope it went well?

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Here’s that Bond Smut fic I promised…
Tagging @babypieandwhiskey @manawhaat @room-with-a-cat (hoping you don’t mind)
I didn’t quite know where to finish it, so I hope this is alright!
It’s an unbeta’d mess and I’m sorry if it’s all hands and not enough anything else.

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The latch clicked, the key sliding into place. YN’s ears pricked and her head whipped toward the door.
The lock clicked, the key turning inside. YN pushed herself off the couch and picked up the hockey stick on the way to the foyer.
The latch caught, the third click. YN held the stick over her shoulder and stood to the side of the door, it would open and conceal her, giving her the advantage of surprise.
The handle turned and the door creaked open.

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Black Rose [Part Twenty-Seven]


Pairings: Minseok x main protagonist(Iseul) x Luhan

Mafia AU

Ongoing series

Warning: Mature content such as; violence, mature language, abuse, smut, drug use, suicide etc.

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Black Rose. The most feared and infamous Mafia in Seoul, with a leader just as infamous and just as feared. The whole country has heard of her, yet no one has encountered her and lived long enough to tell the tale. She’s cold, undetectable, invisible even. It’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Impossible. She walks over corpses to get what she wants and she wants revenge. All of her targets endure hell and eventually gruesome death. Her next target: Kim Minseok.

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The moment Iseul said those words Yi widened her eyes and tried to shut the door but Iseul stopped her with her foot a desperate expression on her face, doing everything she could to get her to listen and not scare her even more.

“Please, I need to talk to you. Just hear me out.” Iseul begged as she felt the woman push the door harder against her foot almost making her wince in pain.

“No, I have nothing to talk about with people such as yourself or him!” Yi said with a strong voice but her face looked frightened and pale upon seeing a gun under Iseul’s shirt. She looked down, Iseul’s eyes following hers as she sighed and shook her head.

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All We Do (Sherlock x reader) part8

Summary: Someone wasn’t invited to this wedding

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You're mine

Jay Park Smut // daddy kink, age gap // “Baby girl” Jay called out when he entered your shared home. He slipped his blazer off and loosened his tie. “Y/n?” He knew you were home from school. He was going to call your name out again until laughter filled his hearing. ‘Maybe she’s watching a video’ he thought. He walked into the living room and immediately stopped. There she was with a guy. The guy had his arm behind her while showing her a video on his phone. They both laughed and the guy got closer. Jay got angry. Who does this little prick think he is? “Oh my god, where do people come up with things like this?” She giggled. The guy looked at her a smiled. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” She blushed. “My boyfriend tells me that all the time” Jay smirked. “Let’s get back to this calculus homework” Y/n said while reaching for her book. The guy stopped her and dropped the book and paper. “Can I ask you something?” She nodded. “Would you let me bend you over this couch right now and fuck you?” Her eyes widened. “N-no, why would you ask that?” Jay stared in amusement. The guy slammed his lips onto hers and opened her legs. Jay felt himself turning red. He was furious. He stomped towards the pair and ripped the guy off of her. Jay picked the guy up by his shoulders and walked to the door. “If I catch you near her or even talking to her again I can guarantee you I’ll fucking kill you” he punched the guy on the face and threw him outside. He slammed the door and ripped his button up shirt. “Jay, I’m s-” he cut her off by throwing her over his shoulder and taking her upstairs to their bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and ripped her shirt and panties off. “Why was he here” Jay asked while undoing his belt. “W-we are paired up for a math project” he chuckled. “Has he flirted or touched you before?” She shook her head no. “I think you should be punished, baby girl” his finger slid from the top of your clit to her entrance. Dripping wet she was. “Why are you soaked? Did you like when he kissed you? Did you want him to fuck you? I think you did. You wanted his cock buried deep inside of your little pussy, baby” She whimpered. “Daddy, I only want you” his palm slammed against her ass. “Your wetness says otherwise, princess” he slapped her ass again. “Daddy doesn’t think you want anymore. You want someone who’s young, inexperienced, and a loser, don’t you?” He slapped her again. “No, daddy! I want you” he shoved two fingers into her dripping core. She yelled out at the sudden action. She was given no time to adjust. Was Jay feeling insecure? Did she want someone who’s young and able to do all the 'teenage stuff’? He was aware with him being many years older there would be issues but they overcame it. He brushed it aside for now. He flipped her over and spread her legs open. His mouth connected with her aching clit. She arched her back. “Mmm, daddy” she moaned and laced her fingers in his hair. Jay slid his tongue into her core and slid his hand up her abdomen to her breasts. He played with her hardened nipples. His fingers pinched her clit as he fucked her with his fingers. “D-daddy I’m so close” with that, Jay pulled away. She whined and Jay gave her a warning look. He slipped his boxers off and brought her closer. His hands were placed on her hips and he then slammed his length into her. She screamed from pain and pleasure. He was fast and rough. “Fuck” he shouted as she clenched around him. He went fast and started sucking on her neck. His fingers rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly and arched her back. “Daddy I’m coming” she shouted. He fucked her harder as he felt himself nearing. Her cum squirted all over his dick as she screamed. Jay felt himself releasing straight into her. He did a few final thrusts before pulling out and developing her into his arms. “Jay I’m still sorry. I didn’t think he would ever do that” he kissed her head. “Baby, I know. Guys just need to know you’re mine” she looked up. “I’ll always be yours” A/n this was probably the shittiest thing I’ve ever written 😂 request away

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“And tell me again why you’re dragging me to the mall? Since when do boys do such things.” I laugh, pressing my All Star covered feet against the dash board of Calum’s car, the wind blowing through the opened windows with Calum behind the wheel.

“My sister’s getting married in a few weeks. I need a suit. Who better to ask then my new lady friend?” Calum turns his head and grants me with one of his million dollar smiles, his dimples on full show, his fingers tapping along to the Kaiser Chiefs lowly blaring through his speakers.

“I’m flattered that you think I have a fashion sense.” I laugh as I point out my attire of a ripped shirt, a pair of cut-off jeans shorts, accompanied by my all stars. “So you have a sister?”
“Yeah, Mali-Koa. She’s a few years older than me, and of course, happily together with her boyfriend.” He shrugs his shoulders as he makes a turn for the parking lot of the closest mall, his right hand turning the volume down.

“You wouldn’t say, them getting married and all. I have an older brother.” I share, Calum’s eyebrows raising as his mouth takes the shape of an ‘o’.
“And yes, before you ask. He is the protective type. If my friend’s name isn’t Sherilyn or Sarah, he doesn’t like them. Especially if they’re male.” I chuckle, getting out of Calum’s parked car and waiting for him at the front, my hand placed on the hood of his black car.
“I’m kind of in a pickle then.” Calum laughs and I can’t help but giggle along, following him to the entrance of the mall.

“I’d go for a black one. It’s suits you better than the navy.” I shrug my shoulders when he holds his two options out towards me. “And beneath?”
“White dress shirt. Is there a dress code?” I ask as I start to rummage through the endless suits the store supplies, searching for a tailored one. I’m sure it would look great on Calum.

“What do you mean?” Calum seems completely thrown of guard and I can’t help but laugh at his ignorance. “Like a black and white theme. Or an ‘all in pink’ theme. Anything?”
Calum breathes loudly, hanging the blue suit back into the rack as I hand him a tailored black suit to try on. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“That I’d keep it simple, a black tie or maybe a blue one. I don’t know, I am shit at colour coordinating.” I laugh, holding a nice looking satin blue tie towards him, as well as a plain black one.

“I’ll have to see you in it to know if it fits, though.” I shrug my shoulders. I wasn’t complaining about seeing Calum in a suit. Every girl knows a man gets ten times more attractive while being in a suit.

“Calum? Is that you? Hi!” A female voice echoes from behind Calum and he turns around, revealing the face that belongs to the voice I was all too familiar with. I’m met with the same busty girl from the first party of the summer, and probably ‘the girl with the knockers’ Luke was joking about days prior. I take a step back, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth. I was actually enjoying myself but I wasn’t in the mood to be ignored again, the ties clutched between my whitening knuckles.

“Oh uh hi Mandy. What are you doing here?” Calum awkwardly makes conversation and I busy myself by looking at the suits to my right, eyes glued to the floor as my fingers skim absentmindedly along the expensive fabrics.
“My friend needs a suit for his graduation. So I decided to tag along. I haven’t heard from you since forever.”

“Ah – uh yeah, I’ve been busy. Have you met Y/n already?” Calum’s voice seems to lose its tension when he addresses me, my head raises just in time to see Calum throw his arm around me and haul me into his chest, an awkward smile etched on my lips as I wave at the girl. “Hi.”

“You’re the girl from the party, aren’t you?” She grants me with a once over and I am absolutely regretting not dressing up for hanging out with Calum today. But I thought since we were just friends I didn’t need to impress anyone. I didn’t think of Mandy of course.
“Well, Calum, I have to head back but I – uh – I’ll see you around?” Mandy glances from me towards Calum, a fake smile plastered on her lips as she looks up at him. He grants her with an evenly fake grin, nodding his head. “Probably. Bye Mandy.”

“Talk about awkward.” I mumble underneath my breath as I push the ties back into Calum’s hands, his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
“Ah – uh nothing. Let’s try those on, yeah?” I grin up at Calum, my flat hands pressed against his chest to guide him towards the dressing rooms.

It didn’t take Calum long to choose the tailored suit, along with a simple black tie and a white dress shirt for his sister’s wedding. I’m sort of glad it didn’t take an awful lot of time, as it would have with my brother who doesn’t like anything – but doesn’t try on anything either.

“Let’s sit down for a minute, I’m actually knackered from that small shopping spree.” Calum motions to a bench near the small playground on the edge of the mall. I scoff loudly, stopping him to buy myself a bottle of coke from the machine as I answer him. “You clearly have never shopped with a girl.”

“I am now, aren’t I?” Calum grins and I roll my eyes visibly, shaking my head as I pass him towards the unoccupied bench. “Oh believe me honey, when I’m on a roll you wouldn’t be able to follow.”

“Not sure if that’s a threat or a challenge.” Calum laughs as he drops down next to me, his legs stretched out, ankles crossed as his hands rest on his stomach. I’m leaning forward, elbows resting on my knees with my purchased bottle dangling between my legs.

“My last boyfriend took that as a challenge, which I won, by the way.” I simply state, a smug grin etched on my lips as I glance in Calum’s general direction.
“I’ve never heard anything about you dating someone.” Calum questions and I can sense he’s a bit reluctant to ask so, but seeing as how we’re trying to be friends, I guess I owe him.

“Probably because you didn’t know me until two weeks ago. And probably also because usually don’t date.” I shrug my shoulders, bringing the bottle of coke to my lips to take a refreshing sip, my gaze transfixed on the swinging set right in front of us, swinging slowly in the wind, completely deserted. “Why is that?”
“Oh you know, horrid relationships, fuck-ups of ex-boyfriends, the whole lot.” I laugh, turning to Calum who’s giving me the tiniest of smiles. “I don’t date either.”
“You don’t say.” I grin, my smile slowly dissipating when I see Calum’s frigid stance. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Guess I’m not very good at it.” I jab my elbow in his ribcage and he hisses before swatting me away. “I’m sure that’s not the case, Casanova.”


“Are you hanging out with the boys again?” Sherilyn questions as she makes herself comfortable on my bed, her arms stretched above her head before she lets them drop onto the sheets again, her gaze fixed on my body while I’m digging through my closet.

“It’s not really hanging out, I’m tutoring Luke and after they asked me for a swim. I told you you could come with.” I shrug my shoulders as I throw her a look, my bikini in hand. I throw the clothing near Sher’s feet on my bed, disappearing into the bathroom on the other side of the hallway for some body lotion. “I don’t even know them!” I hear Sherilyn yell from probably the same spot as I left her in. “Your phone buzzes, it’s Calum. Shall I look?” I hear the grin that’s on her lips and I shriek a ‘no’ before popping back into my bedroom.

“Sheesh, calm down Y/n. You’re skating on thin ice right now.” I raise an eyebrow, extracting my phone from the iron grip Sher seems to have on the stupid rectangle. “It’s just a text, Sher.”
“It’s just sex. It’s just a crush. We’re just friends.”

“Implying anything?” I laugh, dropping my phone back onto the bed and deciding I’d answer when Sherilyn has left. I know that every time Calum will reply, she’ll be all over my phone and I don’t really want that, to be honest.

“From the time I’ve known you, I know you don’t do just. Don’t you think that trying to be friends with a guy you’re having a crush and that you’ve slept with is a bad idea?” I can’t provide my friend with a decent answer; I had wondered the same on late nights when I couldn’t sleep. I drop onto the edge of my bed, tucking one of my legs beneath my bum as I grant Sherilyn with my undivided attention. “No. But it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?” I give her a tiny laugh, but is disappears quickly when I see she doesn’t reciprocate.
“Whatever you say, Y/n. I trust that your judgement isn’t clouded.”

“Since when are all our conversations so dreary and gloom? When is Sarah returning? She’s in time for our road trip, right?” I try to convert the conversation elsewhere, Sherilyn’s features immediately transforming to a bright, happy grin. “She promised me she’d be here two days beforehand to help me pack.”

“You could use a few hands extra, yeah. Glad. I’m really looking forward to it, I can’t believe it’s still weeks away.” I let my body drop onto my bed, eyes closed as I hear my phone buzz again.
“Calum really needs you, Y/n.” I hear the smile in her tone and when it’s accompanied by a tiny giggle, I know she is thinking of the whole wrong reasons.

“I wish time would go faster so we can leave, even if it’s just for a week.” I lift my phone with my right hand, balancing it above my head.
When are you coming over babe?

Don’t ignore me, I’m bored

I roll my eyes, but I see Sherilyn eye my smile as my fingers type away.
           Then be bored. Luke gets priority rn x

“Don’t hope for a quick summer too much, when we return we only have one week left. I’m not ready for the next semester to start.” Sherilyn resumes our prior conversation as she crawls off of my bed, patting her jeans back in its crease. “You’re right. But still, being here and being boring isn’t all that either.” I chuckle, throwing my shirt back on as I have now replaced my bra with my bikini top. Sherilyn gasps exaggeratedly, her hands on her chest as she stops in my open doorway.
“Did you just call me boring?”
“And you know it. Byeee!” I laugh, waving at a laughing Sherilyn as she disappears down the hallway.

Another text from Luke asking where I am right now makes me hurry up and get my car. I’m glad that the boys’ frat is only a few minutes away and I pull up with screeching tires within a reasonable time span of ‘being late’.
“Sorry, sorry. I got held up.” I sling my book bag off of my shoulder as I enter the kitchen and I’m stopped in my tracks with a smirking Calum, a beer in his large hands as he takes a sip, eyes glued to mine.

“Didn’t think you’d jump that quickly to my needs, Y/n.” Calum laughs and I chuckle as well, rolling my eyes for him to see as I drop onto the chair I had made my own by now.
“You’re a horny fuck. Where’s Luke?”

Calum passes me, his outstretched hand coming into contact with the back of my head as I groan out. “Prick!”
“Do you always have to make everything sexual, Y/n? Good grace, please! And Luke’s upstairs getting his books.” Calum smirks and I know he’s just messing with me but his tone is so convincing I might actually start believing it was me who was the horny fuck.

“You’re unbelievable.” I breathe, my grin permanent on my lips whenever I was around any of the boys, seeing Calum chuck his empty beer can into the bin. “So I’ve been told.”

“Y/n, Y/n, sorry I couldn’t find my book.” Luke grins sheepishly and I shake my head, taking it from his hands as I flip it to the right page. “That means you haven’t revised like I told you so, did you?” Luke’s blush becomes even more prominent and I shoo Calum out of the kitchen.
“Well, I don’t give a shit if you don’t listen to me. It’s not my ass that’s on the line. So I’m just going to go to the next chapter, evolution.” I point my finger towards the blonde in a bit of a motherly way and I’m met with Luke who raises his hands into the air as a defensive motion.
“Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure I’ll revise.”

“God damn it Y/n, how long can you tutor someone? It’s nice out, wrap this up!” Michael groans as he hangs over my shoulder. He had made a sport out of it to come and annoy us every ten minutes for the past hour. Luke didn’t seem to grasp the contents though. It isn’t as if I was finding joy in this when I saw the scorching, inviting sun through the window, the pool calling my name underneath its breath and I was stuck indoors.

“Mikey, shut up. The more you annoy the shit out of me, the longer I’m keeping Luke hostage.” I huff out, winking at Luke to assure him we were almost finished before I’d gotten the boy a heart attack, Michael squeezing my neck roughly in response. “Nooooo, Y/n, daaarling, stahp.”

I merely ignore him and turn back towards Luke. “Biological evolution is thus the genetic change within a population inherited through several generations. It isn’t a simple change over time like weight gain or loss, they aren’t genetic. And now I’m sick of this shit as well. We’ll do natural selection next time; my body is screaming for vitamin D.” I push myself upright, the chair screeching backwards as I flip Luke’s book closed.

“Ah, thank god.” Michael cheers and Luke rids himself of his shirt almost immediately. I follow closely behind and am momentarily blinded by the harsh sunlight.  I wave at Ashton who is lounging about on one of those blow up beds on the water, slowly drifting around as he enjoys the hot midday sun. Calum is lounging on the edge, in the water, waving at the three of us as we appear. Luke jumps in immediately, cannonballing, making sure Calum got a lot of water to swallow and Ashton to tumble off of his blow up bed and into the water.

Michael disappears somewhere along to the side to fill the cooler with beers and soda, and I sit down on the edge of the pool and let my feet soak in the cold, clear blue water.
“Fancy seeing you here.” Calum starts to casually paddle over towards me and I chuckle, splashing a bit of water in his face as he nears me. Michael passes us by and hands me two beers, my teeth biting into my bottom lip as I grant him a bright grin, opening one and setting it in front of Calum.

“Come in the water, it’s refreshing.” Calum tries to persuade me, shaking his head, droplets of cold water landing on my face from his mess of hair. “It’s cold.” I simply state, shivering as I wipe my face with my free hand, the other holding the beer. I take a small sip and set it down next to Calum’s.
“Not if you come in gradually.”

His arm winds around my waist and he lifts my bum off of the concrete, slowly and steadily lowering me into the water as shivers break out over my whole skin. My hands immediately find their place on his shoulders as his other arms steadies me. “See? It’s quite alright.”

“Hey lovebirds, come join!” Ashton calls and Calum lets go of me almost immediately, a bright red colour gracing both of our cheeks. “Well then, let’s go.” I smile as I swim over to where the other boys are waiting with their ball for a game.

Part 11

The Fire Around Us

Inspired by @littleblackchat and her WWII Au Art (click right there and it will take you to her art! Send her lots of love!!)

His father thought that he was in England, working as a translator… His father thought he was far away from the fight. Little did he know that his son was in the forefront of the fight… Feeling the heat of every grenade, hearing the crying of a dying man and listening to every gunshot that was fired every minute. He prayed for it to stop, he wished that this war would stop. But it seemed to drag on, day after day, year after year… he had been fighting Nazi’s for three years now and it’s a miracle he lasted so long.

“ADRIEN! HELP ME!” A painfilled voice echoed through the war zone. A voice that Adrien knew from his home town, it was a voice that was there with him when he joined the army. It was Nino.

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Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

New school, new people, new country. Will Y/N be able to keep up her bad girl image or will she fall soft for the schools bad boy?

Fresh Start 


Masterlist // PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9 PT10 PT11 PT12 Epilogue


Here I was stood outside my new school. I’d just moved from the UK to LA because my parents wanted a change, instead of redecorating they thought it would be a good idea to move thousands of miles away from my friends and family, ‘start a new life’ they said ‘clean slate’. I took one last drag of my almost burnt out cigarette before throwing it on the ground and standing on it to make sure it was out, like it actually mattered, before walking towards the blue doors trying to ready myself for the hell that I was about to be thrown back into.

“You must be Y/N” I was greeted the second I walked in by a young woman in her early twenties sat at a desk with a computer to the side, “yeah” I said with a forced smile walking towards her, she turned and knocked on the heads door or 'principles’ before peeking her head through, balancing on one leg with one hand resting on the door frame and the other on the door handle, she informed him of my presence before quickly shutting the door and sitting back at her desk. “He’ll be with you in one moment” she said with a smile before drawing all her attention back onto her computer, I returned the smile before looking around at all the off white walls that were plastered with bright posters filled with positive messages as if it would help make whoever saw feel more comfortable.

Bang! The entrance doors flew open to reveal a boy with red hair, eyebrow piercing and the most breathtaking green eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket that looked old, a nirvana shirt with a hole or two and ripped skinny jeans that bunched up at the top of his black boots. He walked to the front desk where the receptionist was not happy to see him “you’re late Michael, wa-” she was cut off by him “for the principle to deal with me, I know Sammy” he added with a wink, knowing the name alone would wind her up, her eyes filled with anger but before she could respond the principle came out “you must be Y/N” he greeted with a smile before turning his attention to Michael, my guess is he was the school’s bad boy. “Why are you late Michael?” he asked with a stern voice, Michael just shrugged with a smirk, his eyes flickering between me and the principle, every time he looked at me I could feel my cheeks get a darker shade of red from embarrassment causing him to chuckle.

The receptionist quietly called me, I walked towards her and she handed me my schedule and a small torn off piece of paper with two numbers, she explained the longer set of numbers were my locker combination and the two digits above was my locker number, before telling me the principle would show me to my first class. I thanked her before turning around to find Michael staring at me, not even trying to hide it whilst the principle gives him a lecture about him being able to do so much if he just applied himself. My eyes began to dart around the room avoiding eye contact with him.

“Y/N, what’s your first class?” the principal asked, his voice soft, I panicked unable to find words to reply so I handed him the piece of paper with my schedule on instead with a sheepish look.

“Science, room 115 with Miss Lean. Perfect!” I was surprised and confused with his enthusiasm “I can take you both there and make sure Michael attends this time” he added looking at Michael with a stern look before handing me my schedule back. He said goodbye to the receptionist and I flashed her a smile before following him through the hallway and to the classroom, he looked back occasionally making sure Michael was still following. The principle made small conversation as we walked, asking about my home and telling me that Miss Lean was nice and I had nothing to worry about. The whole time I could feel Michael’s stare, watching my every move.

The principle lightly knocked on the door to the classroom, I was stood behind him, Michael behind me. He slowly opened the door and began to walk in, I followed looking straight ahead knowing everyone else in the room had there eyes on me. Michael brushed past me causing me to move out of his way out of habit, he put his hand on my lower back to stop me from bumping into him and flashed me a smile before retreating to his table in the back, the only empty table there was.The principle turned to reveal a short woman with blonde wavy hair that sat on her shoulders, she was in her early thirties to late twenties, her smile lit up the room and made me feel a little at ease. “This is your new student Y/N” the principal informed smiling down at us. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Miss Lean” she had a soft cheerful smile “hi” I almost whispered with a smile before looking down at the ground “do you prefer to be called anything else?” she asked still smiling. I looked up at her   “Y/N/N, I go by Y/N/N” (Y/N/N – Your nickname) she nodded before handing me a thick textbook “this is what we’ll be reading from, take a se-” she looked through out the classroom for an empty seat before realising the only seat left was next to schools bad boy “there’s an empty seat next to Mr Clifford back there” she added before pointing in the direction. I thanked her quietly before walking towards him with as much confidence as I could muster at that moment.

When I made it to the last row I noticed a boy in a football jersey winking at me with a smile, looking me up and down, I scoffed at him earning a scowl. Just as I turned to walk behind Michael I noticed the jocks hand move towards me, quickly grabbing at his wrist and tightening my grip making direct eye contact “you’re not my type pencil dick” his mouth opened and face filled with shock, earning chuckles from everyone near by, including Michael. I flashed him a smile before letting go and putting my book on the table, “what’s the matter baby, you not into boys?” he piped up making his buddy snicker “no, I prefer men who don’t feel the need to assault someone in order to get there attention”. The room filled with silence and shock from my quick response, I continued to sit there staring at the board waiting for Miss Lean to carry on with the lesson, which she did, causing everyone’s eyes to shift from me and back to the board.

Not long after the bell rang causing everyone to jump up and rush out of the classroom, I pulled out my schedule and checked to see what I had next 'English, 119 Mr Rhodes’ I sighed before standing up taking my book and schedule with me, heading down to my next class, wishing this day was over already.

Mine ♡ Clarke Griffin Imagine

A/N: ‘Hi can you a imagine were reader is dating Clarke and Clarke gets jealous and protective. Love your imagines’ Here you go 😊✌ It’s more protective Clarke because Finn’s a sleazeball.

Warnings: NSFW, possibly… Clarke has that effect on me okay? Also swearing. Finn being an ass and trying to sleep with you. 


“Babe,” You whined, peppering Clarke’s jaw with kisses as she tried to move from the bed, your arms wrapped tightly around her, your head angled towards her neck inhaling the scent that was Clarke Griffin.

Chuckling she pulled you on top of her, kissing you softly before kissing your nose.

“Fuck, I love you.” You whimpered in her ear, nudging her forehead. She grinned.

“Come on Y/N.” She chuckled rolling over so she was on top of you, leaving you with a lingering peck on the cheek before she stood, getting changed before walking out of the tent. You sighed and followed suit, changing into something more than just undergarmets, which thanks to Clarke, now had little tears where she’d bit and ripped. You hadn’t minded then, obviously, but now, now it was kind of depressing.


Once outside you spotted Bellamy first, his dark hair and tan skin standing out against Finn, who stood beside him and you rolled your eyes. Finn was disgusting, you ignoring him whenever you could.

But you needed Bellamy’s help, so, with a heavy sigh you made your way over, before the mud slipped beneath you, causing you to trip and fall. Straight into the older Blake’s arms.

“Well hi there Y/N.” His voice muttered gravelly, hinted with laughter, his rippling arms still holding you up. You blushed and stood, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Sorry Bell.” You chuckled, feeling the blush rise up your cheeks. Embarrassed you started making conversation, not noticing the flickering blue eyes a small distance away, igniting with a jealous tinge.

That jealous tinge became a blazing wildfire as Finn jokingly squeezed your ass and slung an arm around your shoulder. You pushed him away, glaring at him as Clarke smiled softly.

“Finn, what are you doing?” You hissed, to which all you received was a shrug.

“Having a bit of fun.” He murmured. You felt your lip draw back in a snarl.

“I have a girlfriend. Touch me like that again and you’ll know it, Spacewalker.” You spat, the promise searing his ears. 


But Finn wasn’t one to give up, following you all throughout the day until at sundown, when the orange glow made the camp shine. Only the, did he attempt anything.

You were around the fire, Clarke busy for the time being but you didn’t mind, and instead watched her as she moved. She was graceful yet harsh, loud yet barely making a sound, a conundrum. Your conundrum. Complex and amazing and oh so very Clarke. 

You sighed in annoyance when he sat next to you, you could feel his giddy smile on his face as he watched you, the trail of his eyes making you squirm.

“Go away Finn.” You huffed. He ignored you and placed a hand on your thigh, the touch burning you.

“Go away! Leave me alone!” The sudden commotion drawing eyes to look at the two of you. Clarke looking at you sharply, coming towards you.

“You don’t mean that. Let me give you what you really want, something Clarke can’t.” At the mention of her name there was a resounding smack and a red mark on Finn’s cheek. 

Clarke reached you and pulled you away, holding you back.

“Fuck off Finn. Don’t touch her you creep.” The blonde hissed, taking your hand and back to your tent near the Dropship.


“Are you okay?” She asked once you were inside, placing her hand on your cheek. You nodded and felt your eyes flutter closed, relishing in the soft skin of her palm.

She leant forward and kissed you softly, withdrawing before her forehead rested against yours, the sound of your heartbeat echoing in your chest. 

She pushed you down onto your back. Your eyes snapping open and staring up at your girlfriend, fury still in her features.

“That ass will never touch you again.” She growled, leaving marks all down your neck. You sat up, letting her pull your top off before she laid you back down and pulled your pants down your legs, swallowing softly. 

You moaned as you felt her fingers trailing up your thigh as she kissed you, swallowing your pleas. 

“Every inch of you, is mine. From your eyes, to your lips, to your chest, to your stomach, to your hips, to your dripping centre,” You moaned against the plumpness of her lips as she continued. “To your thighs, to your knees, to your calves, to you feet. Every last inch of you-” She was cut off as you surged forward, crashing yourself against her, the vibration of her groan driving you to pull off her shirt before attacking her chest and neck with nips and kisses, the skin blooming red. 

Clarke’s hand went down to your panties, the pad of her thumb massaging the fabric at your hip before she smirked, feeling the tear.

“Guess you don’t need these anymore.” She whispered huskily before ripping them fully causing you to whimper, and worry about them later.

Requested by @cherieann-2001

Negan stalked through the mud following the the drag marks that led deeper into the woods.

His wife, Y/N, had been captured by the Wolves and he was more than ready to kick some ass. Lucille was thirsty anyhow.

He could hear the leaves shuffling as some of the bastards scattered, “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close.” His voice echoed into the emptiness of the woods.

He heard the muffling cries of Y/N, “Simon?”


Using Lucille to point, “Go west, tell the others to go east. See any of those fuckers, take them out. No mercy.”

Simon smiled, “Yes sir.”

A branch snapping and a shriek met him as he crossed over in to the clearing. There, Y/N hung upside down by her feet; gagged and her hands bound behind her back.

Y/N yelled out to him, shaking her head, her voice muffled by the dirty bandana.

Negan didn’t say a word. He let her know with his eyes that he’d get her out of this.

A scraggly son of a bitch came from behind a tree, brandishing a butcher knife.

“She’s quite the little hell cat,” he commented, spinning Y/N in a small circle.

“You,” Negan said, pointing with Lucille, “might want to let her fucking go. Not a good idea to fuckin’ cross me, son.”

Negan stepped closer, then froze when the Wolf ripped open Y/N’s shirt.

She whimpered, but stayed still.

The Wolf held the knife to her stomach, “And you might want to take a few steps back before I gut her.”

Negan cracked his neck, not moving.

The Wolf shrugged, “Suit yourself,” he drug his knife across her stomach, making her scream.

The cut was shallow, but enough to hurt.

Once Negan saw the blood, he stalked over to the sick bastard and used Lucille. Two more Wolves came from the depths of the forest, holding their knives in the air.

Gun shots echoed, taking them out before they could even get close.

Without wasting another minute, Negan cut Y/N’s hands free then hoisted her up, “Can you hold on Darlin’?” He asked her, softly.

Wincing, she held on to his shoulders as he cut the rope that had her by her ankles.

She hissed, even though Negan was trying to be as gentle as possible, “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.” He said, his lips on her temple.

“Home, please.” Her voice raw.

“Headed straight there, Darlin’.” He reassured her.

The nurse and the rebel King. A Bellamy Blake smut

“The Nurse and the Rebel King” a Bellamy Blake smut
Requested: “smut w/ Bellamy where the reader is sorta like a doctor that helps Abby run medical and Bellamy comes in needing to be treated and the reader treats him and she’s shy and he finds her totally hot and fnksnddn idk work your magic !<3” 
(A|N wowwowowowowowowowowowowow)
(Y/N) talked to Abby one hot day as she sighed. They were discussing (Y/N)’s shyness when Abby spoke up. 
Abby let out a light laugh as (Y/N) concluded the story about how she spent 20 minutes in silent debate on whether or not she should tell Kane of her nurse abilities. 
“Well. I am very happy you told him. Not everyone can be as good of a nurse as you, (Y/N).” She said in a motherly tone before people burst through the doors. Jasper stumbled in as Miller and Lincoln helped carry him in. A bleeding Bellamy right behind him. 
“What happened?!”
“Dumbass over here nearly got himself killed!” Bellamy barked angrily. 
“I had it under control!” Jasper screamed still drunk. 
“Okay okay! (Y/N) why don’t you treat Bellamy in his room so these two don’t kill each other!” Kane glared at the two of them. She nodded shyly as she grabbed a supply bag. (Y/N) blushed as Bellamy looked at her. 
“Cmon.” She whispered ushering Bellamy away. Bellamy watched her in silent awe. She was gorgeous. Her beautiful hair was pinned back but a two strands of hair fell in tendrils on each side of her head. Her stunning eyes filled with shyness as he led her to his room. He hopped on his bed as she laid out the supplies. He smiled as she brought a cloth to clean up his bloodied forehead. 
“You know…you’re beautiful (Y/N).” 
“T-thanks…but I’m not…” She whispered as she concentrated on the cut. Trying to not get distracted by the god like man in front of him. 
“Sure you are. I mean…look at you-”
He hissed as she rubbed some cleaner on the cut and his hands flew onto her waist. She gasped and jumped slightly dropping the cloth in shock. 
“I-I’m sorry…” He apologized. 
“It’s…it’s okay.” She said with a blush. She took a breath before bending down the get the cloth. Bellamy couldn’t help himself and stared at her ass. Shaking his head. 
‘God Bellamy don’t be a pervert!’ He cursed silently. She leaned in as she placed a small piece on gauze on his eye brow. His hot breath mingling with hers. 
“Anywhere else?” Bellamy bit his lip as he fiddled with he hem of his shirt. 
“I-i think I cut my chest…maybe…I couldn’t tell.” He said as she nodded with red cheek. He took of his shirt to reveal a cut across his…rather sculpted body. She nodded as she ripped a new piece of gauze. 
“Can you sit up straight please.” She asked. He nodded as he sat up. Smirking slightly at her innocence. 
“Thanks.” She murmured as she ran her fingers across the cut as he flinched. She jerked her hand back. 
“R-right sorry-”
“It’s okay…you’re okay…” He assured. 
She leaned into him slightly as huffed. 
“How even…”
“You know you’re really adorable when your embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed…just…not use to such a view.” Her eyes widened as she realized what she said. 
“You’re quite true view too there baby.” He smirked showing his pearly white. She smiled as she went back to putting gauze on the cut. She felt Bellamy staring and saw him lean down and nibble her ear. She squealed as he snaked his arms around her waist. 
“Sh…it’s okay (Y/N).” He reassured as she relaxed. He tilted her to face him and leaned into kiss. It was gentle. Passionate. 
“(Y/N)…let me love you…please.” Bellamy whispered as she nodded. He chuckled before peppering sweet kisses down her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned when he hit that certain spot just under her ear as Bellamy smiled into her neck. 
“Climb up here.” He murmured. She nodded as he hopped down and she climbed onto his bed as he clambered back on top of her and went back to kissing her. His hands trailing to the waist band of her pants. 
“Bellamy…” she looked up at him. 
“What is it princess?” He asked worriedly as she took her hair from the hair tie. 
“I…i don’t want to be just some…”
“I…I like you (Y/N)…just…trust me when I say I love you.” He whispered as he tucked some hair behind her ear. She smiled warmly before sitting up and pecking his Adam’s apple and he gasped. 
“I love you too Bell…” She whispered. 
“Then let me make love to you.” 
“Do it.” She whispered as she bit her lip. He smiled warmly as she sat up. Taking her shirt off and bra and shakily snaking her arms to cover herself. He kissed the tops of her breasts and she moaned. 
“Don’t cover them…you’re too beautiful to cover up.” He reassured. She blushed. He pressed soft kisses through he valley of her breasts as she moaned. 
“Such a pretty moan.” He whispered as he unbuttoned her pants. He slipped a hand into her panties as he maintained eye contact. Watching her breathing hitch as she stared at him. 
“So beautiful.” He leaned down to nip at her breasts. 
“Shit-Bell.” She whispered. He ran a finger up and down her slit before slipping a finger into her wet hole. 
“You’re so wet baby.” He murmured. 
“All for you Bellamy.” He moaned at her confession before building a steady rhythm. He realized when he put another finger inside her that she was a virgin. 
“Babygirl…are…is this your first time?” (Y/N) blushed. 
“That obvious?!”
“No it’s just…are you sure you want to-”
“Yes Bellamy. Please.” She begged. Bellamy grinned before using his thumb to rub her little bundle of nerves. Grinding ever so slightly on her. She squirmed. 
“You’re tight.” Bellamy moaned slightly. 
“I’m-I’m not going to last.” She warned. He yanked his hand out. No way she was going to cum if he wasn’t even inside her. No. He had always dreamt of how tight she’d be around his cock and what she felt like. He wasn’t about to blow it. He didn’t realize how hard he was. He unbuckled his pants and his cock flew up. Slapping his stomach. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she gasped. He was huge. And thick. She feared he wasn’t going to fit. As if Bellamy could read her mind he peppered kisses on her face. 
“It will be okay…it will hurt at first but I’ll make it better…if it doesn’t stop tell me okay?!” 
“Okay Bellamy.” She whispered. He buried his head in the crook of her neck. Easing into her as she gasped in pain. Unbeknownst to get a tear rolled down her cheek. 
“Oh baby.” He murmured wiping it away and kissing her. The pain turning to pleasure as she squirmed. 
“Move Bellamy!” She whined. He chuckled before pulling out and pushing back in. Repeating before slowly making a steady pace as she scratched down his back. 
“God you feel amazing.” He moaned. 
“You’re so fucking big.” She moaned. He let out a breathy moan as he brought a finger to her clit. Her hips bucking involuntarily. Gasping in pleasure. 
“You close baby?! I-i can’t go much longer.” He asked as she could only nod. No longer able to speak. 
“On three?” She managed to gasped out. He nodded. 
“Three…let go my beautiful girl.” He kissed her as he released inside her and she tighten around his cock. Letting her juices drench his throbbing cock. Bellamy pulled out as some of her juices spilled from inside her. 
“Beautiful.” He murmured as he scooted down to her heat. 
“Bell.” She murmured. He smiled as he leaned down to press a kiss to her sweet heat. Leaning down he licked from her hip bones down to her pussy. Using two fingers to pull the lips back.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He winked. He placed his tongue onto her clit as he licked figures. Her legs instantly wrapping asking his torso as her hands flew to his hair. Tugging on it causing him to moan and vibrations to ripple across her body. She gasped as he stuck his tongue inside her. The familiar coil tightening in her lower region. 
“Cum…all over my face…I want to taste you.” He said as he held one of her hands. She burst. Her juices landing in his mouth as she let out a whiney moan. He lapped up her sensitive heat to clean her up before standing up. Wiping his mouth with a grin as she looked up at him utterly shocked. 
“What did you think?”
“That was amazing.” She panted. He smiled proudly. 
“good. Because my dear nurse…there’s more where that came from.”