and then yanked upwards

between the devil & the deep blue sea (m)

cr. 

Words: 28,455. (rip)

Genre: Pirate Jimin au + smut, fluff, angst.

Paring: Jimin x Reader.

Summary: “No matter the endeavour you were on, no matter the storms you encountered on rocky seas, or the possible threat of encountering blood-thirsty pirates, no one intrigued you or intimidated you more than the thought of him, of Park Jimin, the most notorious of pirates, the most brutal of men, the devil incarnate.”

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Just Another Bucky Smut

Summary: Just a Bucky x Reader smut. There really isn’t much of a story, it’s mostly smut.

Warnings: Dom!(ish)andJealous!Bucky, smut

A/N: My brother walked in and saw me writing this and just sighed so I hope you enjoy the second hand embarrassment that comes with my life.

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Gajevy Week 2017: Gajeel of the Shinsengumi, a fairy tail fanfic | FanFiction
Some reincarnations are harder than others. Left behind in Kyoto at age five, Levy is a servant-girl in late Edo Japan (1864), at a time when girls are barely taught to write. When the Kyoto police known as the Shinsengumi raid the inn where she lives and works, how will she defend herself and her adopted family? Can she trust a certain black-haired, red-eyed police officer who seems to know magic when he sees it? Words: 2050

Bonus Prompt for January 31: AU (Alternate Universe)

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Chapter 1—Gajeel of the Shinsengumi

She couldn’t remember having a name other than Levy, and nobody called her that anyway. The first part wasn’t especially surprising, since under the laws of the Shogun, Lord Iemochi Tokugawa, only members of the samurai class were allowed to use a surname. The second part was also simply explained: the family that housed her, and more or less fed her, found the name ‘Levy’ too foreign for either safety or convenience; instead, they called her Aoi, meaning blue, which was the colour of her hair.

Levy remembered the day that her father had brought her to the Ikedaya, a mediocre inn found in the central part of the vast city of Kyoto. She didn’t know his name, because to her he had just been otosan,(1) but she wished he hadn’t left her in this place. He was the only person she’d ever known with hair like hers. Of course, he was probably dead now. It had been a dozen years since he had gone out to meet some friends and never come back. Ikeda-san was now the master of the house, instead of merely the heir. Levy didn’t like him much, but fortunately his mother was still alive and she had been the one to insist on keeping the girl in the first place. It was assumed that Levy’s father had been swallowed up by the dangerous streets of Kyoto like so many others.

The day had started out like many others: she’d gotten up before dawn, started the cooking fire, and taken her mistress her morning tea. At this point, Ikeda Keiko-san was the one person Levy cared about in the household. Keiko-san had been kind to Levy when her father hadn’t returned, and the only member of the family to return the tentative embraces of an affectionate child. There was a lot of gray in the woman’s hair now, but otherwise she wasn’t much changed. She had been stoic when her husband had died, but Levy thought that she was rather lonely, and didn’t approve much of her son’s friends. However, apart from refusing to be parted from Levy, she had acquiesced to all of her son’s orders: after all, he was a man and the head of the family.

“We have special guests arriving today, Aoi-chan,” Keiko remarked as she sipped her tea. “At least, my son thinks they are special, so he will want to have extra food and drink on-hand.”

“Yes, Keiko-san.”

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Just get home as soon as possible okay?

Request: Hiii can you do #57 with peter parker please 💙❤️ off the drabble prompt list if you don’t mind !!

Summary: You’re on your way home from a girls night with Michelle and you receive a nervous phone call from Peter. 

a/n: I think it’s about time I wrote something fluffy like this.

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Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

A smile drew onto your lips as you walked down the street, reminiscing the events of earlier this evening. You had just walked Michelle home from an entertaining girls night out. It was fun being able to talk girl stuff without having the boys around cringing at everything the two of you say.

  Your phone went off in your jean pocket causing you to jump a little. At first you thought it was a text message and decided to ignore it, but it kept buzzing. You pulled it out and read Peters contact name on the screen. He had told you to text him when you got home, so you were a little confused as to why he was calling you. 

“Hello?” you answered slowly, the echo of your foot steps bouncing of the street.

“Y/n, where are you right now?” Peter asked frantically through the phone, skipping over a proper greeting,

“I just left Michelle’s place, why?”

“I just-I need you to just get home as soon as possible okay?” 

“Peter what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing- nothing everything is fine-I’m fine, there’s no bad guy,”

“Peter,” you drew out his name knowing what he was up to. He’d always try to hide things from you when it came to his superhero identity. He figured it would be easier to keep you safe that way. But something usually went wrong if he didn’t tell you,

“Okay so there is a bad guy. But it’s fine! Just please get home as soon as possible, maybe quicker than that,” He breathed nervously,

“Alright, I’ll call you when I get home,” you hung up and quickened your pace, knowing that if you didn’t at least try to do as he said you’d get an ear load from him later.

You hadn’t heard or seen any sirens yet, so you reckoned that it wasn’t that bad. Maybe Peter was just over reacting as per usual. But you still couldn’t help but let the worry and anxiety seep up through your spine. Constantly you kept looking over your shoulder to make sure no one was following you through the dark avenues. 

You turned a corner with only one block left till your apartment building. Looking behind you again, you took note that no one had turned the corner with you. Before you could turn back around you ran into what felt like a brick wall, knocking you down onto your butt. 

Your heart rate picked up as you view what had bumped into you. A hooded figure stood at your feet, momentarily stunned like much like you. Quickly you bolted onto your feet, and took a cautious step back from the tall character. You gazed down at the reasonable sized bag he had clutched under his left arm. You were confused as to what was in there that he needed to cling onto so desperately.

You couldn’t see anything underneath his hood, everything was hidden beneath shadows. But his eyes followed yours to the bag filled with cash he had taken. Swiftly he pulled out his armed weapon and pointed it directly at you. Now you were in for it. Your whole body tensed up, and you thought for sure that if he didn’t pull the trigger on you, then your heart would surely fail on you. 

“Don’t move,” He spoke sternly, and gruffly. You of course not knowing what to do and panicking on the inside, squeaked out an ‘okay’. Mentally you slapped yourself multiple times for seeming like such a fool. 

Just as you let out a pant, a glistening rope seemed to shoot down from a rooftop and latch itself around the barrel of the gun, and yanked it upwards out of the mans grasp. “Not tonight,” a familiar voice called out from above. The pair of you were even more shocked and confused.

In a red and blue blur, an arm grabbed a tight hold of your waist. Your body relaxed into the person, but your mind still hadn’t registered. You let out a squeal as you were suddenly flung into the air, still latched onto the red and blue clad hero. Gently Peter set you down on the nearest rooftop, and took a hold of your shoulders, “Don’t move,” he told you pleadingly. You nodded your head but he didn’t see, he had swung back to the robber.

Feeling the cool nights air kiss your skin, you slowly began to process what had just happened. You took a few much needed deep breathes, and stepped around to get rid of the feeling of cemented feet. It could have been worse. You kept telling yourself. Eventually you had completely calmed down.

Sirens rang through the city and grew louder as they approached your location. Silently Peter climbed his way to the roof that he placed you on and found you waiting patiently for him. He pulled off his mask, letting his hair tumble wildly around his forehead. His eyes searched up and down your frame for any scratches, cuts or bruises.

”I’m fine Peter,” you spoke to him in a calming tone. You knew all the thoughts that were running rampant in his head, and you silently pleaded for them to stop. He looked down at his hands that were fiddling with his mask. He was disappointed. Disappointed in himself for not catching all the armed robbers at once. It put your life in danger, and he wouldn’t be forgiving himself for that anytime soon. 

You sighed and made your way over to where he stood. He still kept his head low, and his eyes lower. You brought your hands up to either side of his face and softly brushed away the stray hairs that painted his forehead. Standing on your tipy-toes, you laid a delicate kiss just above his eyebrow, then his nose. His cheeks heated to rosey red, and you rested your forehead onto his. your thumbs traced crescent moons over his colored cheeks.

Finally he looked down at you through his lashes, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “Sorry I ruined your girls night,” he apologized quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear. You let out a small chuckle, “Girls night was long over before you swooped in,” you replied just as hushed as him. 

Peter placed his hands on your hips, and tugged you closer to him. He then wrapped his arms around you completely, and returned a kiss to your forehead, your nose, then finally he captured your lips with his. He breathed a sigh of relief through his nose. What would he ever do if he lost you?


A/N: okay but whAT HAVE I CREATED. WHERE CAN I BUY A PETER PARKER?!

Arkham’s Female Knight (Part IV)

Part I | Part II | Part III-0.5 | Part III-2

A/N: Jacin is back and this time, something different. This entire chapter is a lot different from the rest (mainly because its all Jason all over it). I couldnt grammar properly on this part (my editor mocked me about it). I just hope it sounds right. Hope you guys love it! Like or reblog to show support! I love you all!

~ J.

PS: THANKS Aster for editing and mocking me! (JK, ILY BRUH)

PSS: @actbat@the-chick-with-the-best-fandom@leslie2898​, here is part 4, something a little different this time!

Ship: Jason Todd x FemArkhamKnight!Reader

Backstory: Basing the story line of Batman: Under The Red Hood & Batman Arkham Knight, the reader is Bruce Wayne’s blood daughter, whom he had raised and trained to be the current Batgirl. During this time, Jason is the current robin and was captured by Joker where Batman and Batgirl tried to save him but did not make it on time. As 5 years went by, everyone moved on. Not knowing that Jason has returned as Red Hood, the reader got captured by Joker and was tormented for a year (based on the torture scene in Arkham Knight), now the reader returns, seeking out batman, to kill him, but certain paths cross and now, conflict arises.

Prompt:  FemArkhamKnight!Reader finally makes her mind up about the Red Hood. 

Warning(s): Swearing & slight sexual content.

Word Count: 2,131 

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anonymous asked:

Gibbs and Belt?

After pulling the worn leather of his belt through the loops, you expected Jethro to just toss it aside and continue with stripping himself of his clothes. But, to your surprise, he bent down over you, taking both wrists in his hands and yanking them upwards.

Gibbs efficiently bounded your wrists to his headboard with his belt. The leather pulled when you tested the strength of the knot before looking to Jethro, who looked damn pleased with himself. “Didn’t take you as the bondage type.”

At this, he chuckled and bent down closer, delivering a hot kiss before pulling back and looking into your eyes. “If ya want it off, just tell me.”

You thought about it for a moment, and decided that if its what Jethro wanted, then you’d be willing to try it out. Besides, you trusted the man with your life. If he said he would free you upon request, you’d put him to that. “It’s okay. Keep going.”

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Lost and Forgotten

Chapter Seven

Warnings: angst, jealous!Bucky, fighting, death

(Prologue) (Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six)

A/N: “Why is Brad such a jerk? He’s mean.” - @riseofthehufflepuffs aka one of my best friends who’s sitting next to me while I’m writing this.


“Are you sure this is going to work?” Your father closed the door to Mary’s apartment behind the two of you.

“One hundred percent.” You looked around the abandoned apartment, remembering how full of life it had been less than two weeks ago.

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Cocky (Jungkook College AU) Part 2

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook x Reader AU

a/n: holy shit i never expected the first part to get so much love and to be accepted back in so fast (202 notes in one day ?????) ???? the fact that I hadn’t posted in literal months and it’s like nothing has changed literally warms my heart. thank you for all the support and lovely messages ily all and I hope u enjoy !!!! this is probably the 2nd and final part to this, as I don’t want to drag it along like I do with all the rest of my stories lol, but tbh i’ll prob write one more knowing me lmao

type: college/university au, fluffy !!!, light/suggestive smut (THE NASTY SHIT IS IN THE NEXT PART JUST HOLD YA HORSES)

word count: 1.8K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3Masterlist


Your breath caught in your throat as the words he just said settled in. Your weary eyes scanned over to the door of her office slowly, where sure enough, she emerged quietly. Your suspicions were confirmed. Her hair was ruffled up a little, and the buttons on her blouse were done up ever so slightly wrong, now untucked from her pencil skirt. You met Jungkook’s stare with wide eyes.

It sent a shudder down your spine. How could she even let that happen? “I see.” Was all you said.

But that wasn’t enough for Jungkook. He leant into you again, his palm coming into contact with you clothed thigh and he squeezed lightly. He whispered into your ear. “Am I going to have to shut you up too?”


You choked on the saliva that was in your mouth as he seductively uttered those words into your ear. Holy shit.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a vernon thigh riding scenario where your parents are over at your house in the kitchen while you and vernon are in the living room just a few feet away?

It’s finally here! I hope you guys like it :*

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“It’s fine, you two go to the living room, me and your father will take care of the dinner,” your mother said cheerfully while pushing you and your boyfriend Vernon into the living room. You both considered insisting on helping your parents out, but after a shared look you just shrugged. Vernon sat down on the couch and pulled you to his lap, locking his arms around your waist as he hugged you close.

“I still feel a bit bad about them cooking for us…” you mumbled and moved your eyes to the TV that was on, playing the nth rerun of a popular drama.

“Nah, don’t, I think all that matters to them is that they get to see you,” Vernon said with a smile, moving his hands up and down your legs. You sighed and shrugged again, ready to relax in his lap when you felt his hands go a bit too high on your thighs.

“Vernon?” you asked, and when his hands wouldn’t stop moving upwards, you yanked them away. “Come on, my parents are in the next room and there’s not even a door in between.”

Vernon hummed to himself and dragged his fingertips from your knees to your hips, your skirt rising with his movements. “That’s kind of what makes it fun…”

You bit your lip, eyes intent on the doorframe that separated the kitchen from the living room, and spotted a blanket on an armchair next to the couch. You stood up and grabbed it, returning to Vernon’s lap and spreading it over you.

“Did you change your mind?” Vernon asked, sounding genuinely surprised. You turned your head around and shot him a glare.

“Just… be quiet and show me what you had in mind,” you said through gritted teeth. You hated yourself for the fact that you were so interested in whatever he had in his mind - it was like that every single time. If he as much as seemed like he wanted to try a new position (and he often did), toy or anything else, you were more than ready to try it with him, whatever it was. Ties, different kinds of surfaces and calling him something other than his name weren’t new to you, and never had you ever been let down.

So, as guilty as you felt about the presence of your parents, you couldn’t help but be intrigued this time as well, anticipation pooling in your stomach.

“As you wish,” Vernon grinned and moved his hands to your thighs, slowly moving upwards with his fingers between your inner thighs. Your breath hitched when he reached your crotch, merely ghosting his fingers against your panties before moving to the backside and lifting your skirt so that it was no longer between your ass and his lap.

“Move so you’re sitting on the other thigh,” he instructed with as calm of a voice as he could produce, his hands now back on your hips. He opened his legs slowly, giving you enough time to move your weight onto only one leg. Vernon had been gradually gaining more and more muscle in his thighs and the thicker they got, the more you enjoyed looking at them, sometimes a bit too much. So now that you had one between your own legs, it was hard to remain calm.

You didn’t dare to put your full weight on him, though, and when he noticed that you were holding back, he slid his hand down from your hip to your crotch, palming your mound and making you yelp and your weight fall on his thigh.

“Don’t be afraid to let all of your weight down,” Vernon whispered, bouncing his leg as a test. You bit your lower lip and placed your hand on his knee on top of the blanket for support, and somehow managed to remain in place, his thigh turning you on faster than you would’ve liked to admit. It was also difficult to stay quiet with your clit getting the kind of friction you had been longing for for a while, as you had had to look at Vernon and his damned tight black ripped jeans and white button-up shirt for the whole day.

“What next?” you asked, eagerly waiting for the information, your lower lips already slightly swollen with excitement. Vernon pushed you a bit forward on his thigh, holding back a groan at the quiet whimper you let out when the rough denim of his jeans was pressed against your heat that was only covered by your thin panties.

Before doing anything else, Vernon turned the volume of the TV up a little, then returned to slowly guiding your moves on his thigh; they were slow, but you were slowly picking up pace as you got more and more aroused.

You seized all of your movements with widened eyes when you saw your mother appear at the door frame. You and Vernon gave her polite smiles, and luckily she didn’t seem to notice anything off. After all, you did have a habit of sitting on Vernon’s lap to begin with; your parents found it cute.

“Do you want pesto or bolognese with the pasta?” she asked and disappeared back to the kitchen as soon as you had given your answer in record time. When she was gone again, you continued moving on Vernon’s thigh, closing your eyes as the well-trained muscles started working their magic on your lower regions.

“Pretty good, huh?” Vernon asked with a chuckle, trying to at least somewhat control the arousal in his own pants. He had merely wanted to let you have some fun, and it would only be awkward if he appeared at the dining table with his cock straining in his jeans painfully obviously. Unfortunately it was starting to seem like that was exactly what was going to happen.

“Can you bounce it again?” you asked with a whisper, gradually increasing the pressure you put on yourself on his thigh and angling your hips so that your clit was getting most of the pleasant friction. Vernon did as asked and started bouncing his leg with controlled movements, knowing just how it felt the best.

You tightened your legs around his thigh when the pleasure got too much and the wetness of your panties got obvious, and it was embarrassingly difficult to keep moans among other sounds in. All you needed was to feel Vernon’s hard-on against your ass when you slid a bit too far on his thigh to finally stand up, pull your skirt down and then grab his arm, pulling him up.

“We have something to take care of, I believe,” you said with a low voice, looking him innocently in the eyes while palming his cock through the already tight jeans. Vernon swallowed hard and you two moved to your bedroom, where you pushed him to lie on the bed before locking the door.

“I can’t be the only one getting all the fun,” you muttered right before starting to fumble with his belt, your mouth already watering at the prospect of finally having him deep inside of you. You got him out of his jeans and licked your lips when you placed your hand on the bulge in his boxers, re-claiming your seat on his thigh.

Now that there wasn’t a danger of your parents surprising you, you let it go. You pushed on him hard and fast, grinding as well as you could while stroking Vernon through his boxers. He placed his hands on your hips and lifted your skirt up, grinning to himself when he saw the obvious wet spot on your panties, although he did also feel it on his bare thigh. He tensed his muscles and observed the way your mouth opened in a silent moan, the tense thigh working magic on your clit and lower lips.

“V-Vernon, can you…” you muttered with your breath hitching in your throat, and Vernon figured out the rest of your question, shaking his leg a little underneath you. Your breathing was getting heavier and your quiet moans more desperate, your hand slowly moving into his boxers and holding him fairly tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned under his breath, holding your ass tightly and thrusting up into your hand. You whimpered and, blinded by need, you moved your knee from between Vernon’s legs so that you were sitting astride on his lap, and pulled his boxers down. He looked up at you innocently while one of his hands moved from your ass to your front, pushing your panties aside and teasing your clit. “What are you planning?”

You bit your lip to keep quiet, pushing against his fingers and stroking him at a slow pace. “To have your cock deep inside of me, that’s what.”

He swallowed hard and merely watched as you moved up on his lap, your panties still aside. You aligned his cock with your entrance and sunk down on him rather fast, already dripping and needy.

“Remember that we have to keep quiet,” Vernon grunted, one hand on your hip and the other holding your breast snugly through your shirt and bra. He remained quiet when you started to move on his cock as he had to suppress any and all moans, but then he choked out: “We don’t want your parents to know what we’re doing, do we…”

You would’ve been embarrassed at the way his words made your pussy clench around him if you weren’t so focused on bouncing on his lap, and he didn’t mention it. Instead, he threw his head back and gripped your hips tighter as his hips started bucking up into you, first on their own accord and after your muffled yelp, out of his own will.


- Kay

anonymous asked:

"There you are. Did you really think you cpuld escape" Lafferson (Lafayette x Jefferson)

“There you are~ Did you really think you could escape?” Lafayette laughed and stared at him. “If you come here, I’ll let it slide.” He hissed out, his voice dangerous.

“Yes-Yes, Sir…” Thomas whimpered out, scared for his life as he trembled and walked towards him slowly.

Lafayette smiled at him, “That’s good pet, I’m the only one who would love you. No one else would treat you right.” He pet his hair before yanking upwards. “So don’t disobey me when all I’ve done is given you’ve everything.”

Thomas let out a cry, in pain but also in pleasure as his hair was yanked upwards and his lips trembled as he looked at him.

“No one could ever deserve you… Be a good pet and obey.” He hand caressed his cheek as he smiled gently but he still gripped his hair tightly.

“Yes, Sir…” Thomas whimpered out. “I promise to be good, Sir.”

Lafayette hummed in approval and placed his lips on Thomas’s kissing him before moving back and kissing down his neck, biting down.

Thomas let out a shocked cry.

“There, now you’re mine. All mine.”

Concubine: Yoongi (Royalty Series Part 1 of 7) [M]

Originally posted by bwiseoks

CONCUBINE | CHAMBERMAID | EUNUCH | ARRANGED | COMMONER | KNIGHT | ADVISER

Warning: King Yoongi. LONG ASS BACKSTORY!! Mentions of violence. Adultery?? Possessive/Dominant Yoongi. Slut-shaming?(from citizens + the ‘Queen’) Light degradation (from Yoongi) Choking. Spanking. Also you’ll probably find the ending surprising. There’s a lot of old English insults as well so here’s a small glossary kind of. (Words in order by appearance)

  1. bedweaver: adulterer.
  2. yaldson: literally means ‘son of a prostitute’
  3. bobolyne: idiot / fool
  4. dalcop: dull-headed or hair brained
  5. gobermouch: nosy person / someone who always concerns themselves in the lives of others
  6. sorner: basically a moocher,

CONCUBINE: Yoongi


Is this a life to live? Forced to make appointments to see the man you love, constant ridicule from people you’ve never spoken to, shunned from society, disrespected in your ‘home’… How is this a life worth living?

You weren’t the first commoner to fall for the King. In fact, most girls your age swooned at the sight of him. His good looks and cold disposition made him a mystery, one that everyone wanted to unravel. No, you weren’t the first commoner to fall for the King, but you were the first one he loved back.

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anonymous asked:

okay so seven canonically has those little glow in the dark sticky stars you can put on your walls/ceiling, right? i don't remember when he said it but i distinctly recall him saying so at some point and i started freaking out. pls, for the good of all that is holy, imagine him getting excited when MC freaks like "OH MY GOD I LOVE THOSE, I HAVE ABOUT A MILLION IN MY ROOM". like holy shit when i was little i didn't want a night light so i got RAINBOW GLOW IN THE DARK STARS(+moon). it was So Good.

Hey anon! Thanks for the request! I thought this was super cute omg. I haven't gotten that call yet from Seven buT IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. THANKS YOU SO MUCH HOPE YOU ENJOY. Spoilers for 707′s route!! I made this so it was after the whole Mint Eye thing sO YOU’VE BEEN WARNED


Seven had been very hard to open up to you, but due to his flawed childhood, it wasn’t that big of a surprise as to why. He was always afraid of you leaving him for being so problematic, so when you stuck by his side regardless, he was elated and thrilled. He never had anyone so persistent about being with him. He wanted to exchange the favor and stick by you until the end and show you his entire world, but then again, you were his entire world. You were everything to him and he couldn’t be more grateful to meet such a brilliant beam of light to reveal the dark paths of life. He wanted to be with you all the time, but of course since you both only had just started officially dating only a mere couple days ago, he wanted to take things slow. After all, he hadn’t even taken you to his house yet. He refrained from doing so for so long and it made you wonder why he’s never invited you over until now. Though he had opened up quite a decent amount, he still had his secrets and you weren’t just about to pry him open to desperately search for them.
 “MC! You haven’t been in my house yet, have you? I’m so sorry, I should have brought you here sooner. Rika’s apartment was a bit small,” Seven said to you as you exited one of his luxury cars. Even though Seven’s diet and his clothes weren’t the most desirable, his car, however, was quite spectacular. It was no wonder as to why he cherished it so much.The cold upholstery brushed against your thighs uncomfortably as you shifted out of the vehicle. It raised prickled goosebumps on your skin unsettlingly, but that could be just your nerves as well. Was Seven’s bunker this secretive? What was he hiding in there?
 “I don’t mind, Seven. I get to be here with you now and that’s all that matters,” you assured him. He flashed you a big smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes in such an adorable manner. It was his smile that always made your heart race. It was such a warm and inviting expression, but it made you wonder how his exterior could be so humble and kind but his interior was cold and upsetting. As soon as your full body had exited the car and was beginning to make its way up to the gate, your lanky, red-headed boyfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled your entire body into his. He smelled musky, as if he hadn’t showered in days. Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise you if he didn’t, he had been through so much lately. He took his long slender fingers and brushed your hair against his touch softly. You didn’t pull back though, it took you by utmost surprise, but it was quite a pleasurable experience.

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Locked In (Part 2)

Originally posted by green-circles

Summary: Reader finds herself stuck with Detective Winchester once again…

Part 1

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, violence

A/N: Detective Dean, back in action….


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bad boy | jooheon (fluff)

Word count: 1.1k

Jooheon had always been known as the school’s bad boy. He had the attitude, the clothes, and the motorcycle to prove it. The only cherry on top of this sundae was that he just so happened to take a liking in you.

You weren’t scared of him, more so intimidated and curious, so when he asked you on a date, you hesitantly said yes. All your friends gushed over how cute he was, and how lucky you were to score the bad boy. You couldn’t deny that he was ruggedly handsome. All the girls in the school practically fawned over him, yourself included. He wasn’t one to sleep around or keep girlfriends on hand, and a part of you wondered what made you so special.

The day finally came when Jooheon would take you out. You stood nervously outside the school waiting for him, twiddling your fingers. You hoped he wouldn’t try anything and ran over the self defense moves your brother had taught you.

You heard the telltale rumble of a motorcycle before you saw him. He rode up to the curb, pulling off his helmet. You gulped, taking in his features. If it was possibly, he was even more handsome up close then when you’d see him in the hallways.

“Hi,” he smiled. A flutter in your heart stirred at his big smile. It was almost… cutesy.

“Hi,” you breathed out. He passed you a spare helmet that you stared at a few moments before slipping it on. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” even you could hear the telltale shake in your voice.

“Just hold on tight. I won’t let you get hurt,” he pulled you to the machine with a soft hand laced through your fingers. You allowed him to tug you close, and you climbed on the sleek bike. You buried your face in his jacket, taking note of how wonderful he smelled and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. You couldn’t see the smile that graced his lips.

When you reached his house, you quietly followed close behind him like a shy child. His house was much nicer and neater than you had expected.

“Mom! I’m home! I brought a friend!”

Every new moment you spent with him surprised you.

“Is it Minhyuk again? Tell him I don’t have nearly enough food to- Oh! You brought a girl!” She was a sweet woman in her fifties with a smile that resembled Jooheon’s. You politely introduced yourself to her, finding that she was wonderful.

“We’ll be watching a movie, if that’s alright,” he said grabbing some snacks from the fridge.

“Of course, Jooheonie.”

You stayed silent as you mulled over the past hour. Suddenly, it seemed as though the bad attitude, tough guy had evaporated. He was sweet and kind, and you wondered what caused him to act so different at school with his friends… or maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought.

“You haven’t said one word,” he chuckled as you followed him downstairs. You cleared your throat, jogging to catch up with him.

“You’re not anything like I expected,” you blurted out. He sat in front of the big tv, ruffling through movies.

“I like you, if you didn’t already figure that out, and I’m not going to be mean if that’s what you’re into. That’s kinda messed up. I just don’t like school. If I act this way, people leave me alone. Now, who’s your favorite Disney character because I have all the movies on BluRay.”

You were speechless as a deep blush covered your cheeks. He stopped shuffling through the movies to look up at you with a warm smile. You smiled back before kneeling next to him to help sort through them to see for yourself if he really did in fact have all of them.

An hour later and your were wrapped in blankets watching The Lion King. The movie seemed to be forgotten as you talked to Jooheon about anything and everything. He was gloriously kind and interesting and he seemed to take interest in everything that you said as well.

After a lull in the conversation, you suddenly became shy, turning your view back to the movie. You felt his eyes on you, and again a deep blush spread from your neck to your cheeks.

A warm hand on your chin made you turn your head back to him to find that he was much closer than you expected. His lips were plump and pink and inviting, and you found yourself leaning forward into him.

“I like you,” he reminded you, your lips only centimeters apart. The warm butterfly feeling filled your chest once again. Any fear you ever had of him was long gone, a soft, mushy feeling replacing it.

“I like you, too,” you smiled at him. A shocked expression consumed his face.

“You… You do?”

“Well, besides the fact that every girl in the school has the hots for you… You’re really sweet.”


You rested your hand over his that cupped your cheek.

“Can I kiss you then?” He whispered. His soft lips grazed your with each word.


Instead of answering him, you leaned the last bit forward to fully capture his lips with yours. If you were wondering where the bad boy had disappeared to, you found your answer. His kisses were hungry, but not sloppy. Hard, but not pushing you too far.


You moaned quietly into his lips as his tongue circled around yours, his hands winded deeply in your hair. The two of you slowly fell backwards until he was comfortably nestled between your legs, still kissing the day lights of you. Soft sounds crept from the both of you as your bodies yearned for more.

After minutes of heavy kissing he pulled back to rest his forehead on yours. His body was warm and heavy on yours, the room heating up from your activities. You both realized this was no time for more than kissing with his mother upstairs and it being your first official date. He pecked your lips once more, a huge grin spreading widely on his cheeks. He sat back, hauling you upwards and yanking you to snugly fit into his side. Not one word of protest came from you as you snuggled into him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

The room stayed pleasantly silent as you finished the movie, his fingers gently caressing your arm. You were both content with whatever had just happened between you, no words necessary.

Addicted (Pt.2/2)

Request: Can you write a Jared Leto Joker imagine where the reader is famous (in a band)  and the reader and her band go to J’s club. J sees her from afar and invites her to come sit with him in the VIP area and the reader invites him to her concert tomorrow. When the reader leaves the club some guy tries to rape the reader and J saves her. The next day J goes to her concert and they start talking.

Warnings: Language, Slight angst, Semi-fluff/smut

A/N: I am so so sorry this is late. Please don’t hate me. 


“You little bitch.” He snarled, hand slapping my left cheek. It stung like a motherfucker. I flipped my head back, glaring at him with all I had. He slipped out of his suit jacket, throwing it across a chair. He then rolled up his sleeves. Oh joy.

“Ouch that one hurt a little.” I mocked, confidence building. You see I am not fearful of any man, woman or thing. Except him…oh yes him. He could make me run and hide with just one look and I have only ever met him once.

The guard gripped onto my hair, yanking my face upwards to his rage filled eyes. “You must think you’re some kind of funny.” He spoke, breath puffing. Disgusting. I just stared at him, smile carving into my face.

“Exceptionally. Especially when it comes to a sick son-of-a-bitch like yourself. What do you think he will do? Promote you?” I laughed spitting in his face. That broke him. He threw me down, my chair impacting with my head. Fuck that one really hurt. I lazily lifted my chin, his face leaning down as his hands pushed up my dress bottom.

“What-t are you doing?” I coughed, eyes rolling back. Dammit my head hurt. He didn’t respond, my legs being forced open. No no no. I then started to panic as I kicked him, his groan sliding past my ears.  I didn’t let up as I wiggled, desperately inching upwards. He grabbed onto my ankle and pulled down his strength out-weighing mine.

“Don’t have anymore jokes do you little slut?” He smirked, my eyes brimming with tears. Okay now I was beginning to worry. I did not want to die like this. My underwear was ripped from me and I was exposed rawly my legs closing again. He punched me in the stomach, my lips curling into a scream. I heard his belt buckle turn loose.

“No please Go-” I screamed, but he cut me short stuffing a tie down my throat. I gagged. He finally dropped his pants, his bulge showing as I cried silently my heart seeming to shut-down. This is it.

“This is for embarrassing me in front of him you whore. You made him threaten me. ME. He has always been loyal to me, and then here you come.” He seethed, teeth clenching. Before he got to move another second, the door was opened. My vision was too blinded but I heard a gun cock. Him.

“Hello Hunter funny seeing you here. Who is she this time?” He sounded normal. Did this usually happen….?  I couldn’t breathe as “Hunter” fell off of me, pulling his pants back up in the process. I instantly closed my legs, my coughing wheezing throughout the room. He then looked at me, his once blue eyes shading over into onyx. He didn’t know it was me.

He twisted his neck back to Hunter while the poor guy wrung his neck collar, the room suddenly feeling all too hot. I tried to warn the bastard. He slowly walked over to me, bending down to take the tie out of my mouth and to slice open my restraints. His eyes pinned all over my face, gouging out the rough parts. His left hand gently reached up to wipe away the last of my tears, jaw clenching together. Without saying anything he stood back up reaching for my hand to bring me as well. Legs almost gave out.

I pulled up my underwear and straightened my dress, the wobble in my hands noticeable. He was already walking back to Hunter before I could look up at him. The heels of his shoes were the only noise as the room held silence, the situation too much. Then out of nowhere he sliced Hunter across the face, the guard slacking back.

“You dare to touch her.” He barked, throwing the knife at a wall. He went to step over Hunter but Hunter scrambled up, nearly knocking him down. This made it a challenge. He switched legs and smiled, silver teeth gleaming. Hunter raised his fists, knocking him a clean one.

“She is a whore and always will be.” Hunter hollered. All he did was howl my skin crawling at the notes. Hunter you stupid fool. The laugh seemed to offset Hunter and make him realize what he was doing.

“Oh Hunter you will feel pain.” He beamed eyes widening with madness. This was the real man everyone feared. This was the real man that made me quiver whenever I heard his name on the news. This was the real name that was going to fuck up Hunter. Hunter tried to shove him and break for it. He should have known better. 

That’s when the shot echoed and a shriek right after that. He had shot through Hunter’s right kneecap, the man recoiling with pain. He walked up to him and tugged him back up, the man crying harder. I felt my chest expand with an emotion that would terrify the entire nation. Happiness.

“I do believe you owe Miss (name) an apology.” He growled, Hunter’s eyes glancing over at me. He gurgled an apology. I laughed. That made the both of them stare.

“Mean it.” I shot. He pushed Hunter down to his knees, the man pleading again as he spat apologies. I walked over to him and tipped his chin back, blood dripping out of his mouth onto my fingers. I don’t know why I was acting this psychotic but it was something about him that made me want to. Made me want to give my entire soul.

“You see Hunter there’s just one problem, I don’t believe you.” I sympathized, his eyes growing wide. I reached my hand out as a cool metal slipped into it. I aimed it straight for his forehead his cries having no effect on my subconscious. What am I?

“Do it baby.” He urged me, my lips curving as blood splattered. Hunter dropped, my hand lowering. He didn’t say anything as we stared at each other, eyes going back to blue. All i remember was his sadistic gleam.


I was sitting with him in the V.I.P area, legs crossed as he drank me in. My show has not started yet and I still had a good 45 minutes before it would. I decided to spend it with him. He stood up to go get another glass of scotch as I shifted, watching.

“Tell me something doll, why did you take the opportunity to shoot Hunter?” He spoke, back still turned. The question caught me off guard as I thought about it, the answer already made present.

“Do you want my honest opinion?” I muttered eyes watching as he turned back around, body leaning against the bar. He raised his brow waiting for my response. I turned my chair all the way towards him now, voice getting serious.

“You.”

He raised his maroon lips, eyes questioning my response. His left hand motioned for me to come forth as I did, chest heaving. There was that electricity again. I stopped just inches away from his chest as he reached up and stroked my cheek, the lonely act making me tremble.

“What about me.” He growled, eyes showing delight.

“It’s not easy to explain. I have never met you before last week and I already feel fireworks. The way you take your time during every heist or every kill mesmerized me and it may be crazy but just about everything is crazy now-a-days. I seek a life that is full of surprises and pain and when I got the invitation to come to your night-club I almost thought I was dreaming. It is a rush to be by your side and I feel a sort of pull to you. Plus you did tell me too.” I never wavered my eyes from him and neither did he.

He then pulled me close, breathing in everything about me as he closed his eyes. Our lips met and it wasn’t anything I had expected. It was 10x better. Everything was better with him. His tongue invaded in, my whole being evaporated. It was hammered inside of him as he gave his all to me my heart melting . He leaned back, lips making a popping noise as his hooded eyes bored into mine.

“Would you do me the honor of being mine.” He mumbled, his taste still on my tongue.

“I thought I already was.”

Into It (IV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Suho

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Potential triggers include: Harassment.

Word Count: 4,442

Summary:  Suho is the mysterious new kid on campus. No one knows much about him, except that he seems to have a certain attraction to you.

Originally posted by tinyjunmyeon


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Forever Yours - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by emobananas

Anonymous asked: “Can you please please do an imagine where Y/N and Andy B. are dating an he finds out she self harms and almost commited suicide while he was on tour?”

Word Count: 1,174 | Warnings: Trigger warning?

I waited patiently at the airport for one particular figure to show up. He should be here any minute, I thought to myself, glancing occasionally at my watch. Thinking of him, I smiled to myself. How I got so lucky to have a man like him, I do not know. All I know is that I’m more than thankful of having found such a lovely person who loves and cares for me, who never fails to give me stomach butterflies, who can magically transform my storms into rainbows.

“Boo.”

I jolted awake from my daydream and saw the face of Andy, smiling down at me. I was too busy thinking about him I didn’t realize he was already here. I let out an excited screech and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Tears nearly streamed down my cheeks since I was just so happy to meet him. He just finished his Europe tour and I thought it’s about time; our apartment is really getting lonely without him around.

“How’s my baby been?” Andy looked down upon me whilst stroking my hair.

“Terrible. I’ve missed you so much it kills me,” I said as I nuzzled his chest. He had no idea how I long to be in his comforting presence; to indulge his sweet scent and to feel him on my skin.

“I’ve missed you so much too,” he pulled off and gave me a long, warm kiss. After what feels like forever, we broke the kiss and he said, “C’mon let’s get home.”

When we reached home, he immediately dropped his luggage and picked me up. “Oh, how I miss being home with my favorite person in the world,” he sang as he spun me around, making me giggle. He’s such a dork I love him. When he put me down, I pulled him to me to give him another kiss. It’s so good to have him home again, and getting to kiss him whenever I want to.

“Why don’t you relax and I’ll prepare us dinner?” I spoke softly, our faces only an inch from each other. He nodded, and then placed a little peck on my nose.

I went to the kitchen to get cooking and he went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. What I have completely forgotten about was a razor blade that I had left sitting on the sink, on its sharp end was a crimson-tainted liquid. Once Andy took notice of it, he immediately stormed right out the bathroom.

I stopped from cutting some vegetables when I saw him come to me. “Hey babe, what’s—“

My sentence was abruptly cut off when Andy grabbed my left arm and yanked the sleeve upwards, revealing a line of fresh, new scars. I stood frozen, unable to speak whilst he examined each and every one of the slits upon my arm. He then lifted his head to look at me; his eyes a mixture of confusion, disappointment, slight anger and sadness. I opened my mouth to try and say something but the words seemed to have stuck on my throat. Tears started welling up in my eyes and before I could cry, Andy pulled me into a massive hug. I started to cry aloud but Andy didn’t try to silence me; instead he hugged me tighter, gently stroking my back, allowing me to cry as much as I needed into his shirt. He didn’t say anything at all, he just wrapped me firmly in his arms whilst I cry a river. Once my tears have subsided and my cries turned to sobs, he sat us down on the couch.

“(Y/N)…” He began, his voice so smooth and soothing like an angel. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Ever since I laid eyes upon you I can’t seem to take them off, and once I got to know you I know that all I want is to have you as mine. Now that I do, I will never waste this precious opportunity and I will treasure you and treat you as my queen. It is my job to always make you feel happy, safe and contented. Seeing this,” he gestured at my scars, “I feel like I have failed to do my job. What’s wrong, baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He waited patiently until I was actually able to speak. “I… I just feel really sad sometimes… I feel like I’m not worth it, that I’m not good enough for anyone,” I sobbed, “I really needed you to comfort me as usual but you were so far away and I’m not strong enough on my own. I like to think that I am but I’m not.” My head dropped as I was trying hard to prevent myself from crying again. Andy put two fingers beneath my chin to lift my head up.

“What else have you done while I’m gone, babe?” he stared deep into my eyes so tenderly, assuring me that everything is going to be fine, that he is not going to be mad at me for what I’ve done.

“I just… got to my old habit of cutting,” I told him. There was a short pause before I continued, “I… also tried to… kill myself… by drinking bleach.” I wasn’t going to tell him this, but I thought it’s only fair that he knows. Upon hearing this Andy pulled me into another hug again and I just lost it; tears started streaming down my cheeks again, followed with agitated sobs. He planted multiple kisses on my forehead and then lifted my arm to put kisses onto my scars as well. He then pressed his lips onto my forehead once more before wrapping me in his arms again.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry…. I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I’m sorry I had to be away when you were in your hard times… I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you when you needed me the most.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said inbetween sobs, “It’s mine, Andy.”

“Sshh,” he silenced me, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm. “From now on, every time you feel like you need to go for the blade, think of me. Every scar you create on yourself, will appear on me too. Every time you slit your wrist, you slit mine too. When you hurt, I hurt, (Y/N). I want you to remember that. You’re far too precious to do this to yourself. Please baby, please stop hurting yourself. I love you so much I can’t live with myself if I let you get hurt. I’m always here baby, I’ll always be here for you.”

My sobs started to soften and my breathing started to relax, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he said and kissed the top of my head, “Can you promise me that this won’t happen again?”

I paused for a while and nodded, “I promise. As long as I have you.”

“I’m forever yours, baby. I’ll never leave.”

(I gotta say that I feel like this is one of the best imagines I’ve ever written! I’m starting to put more details into my stories to give it more feels ya know :p I’ve been learning a lot by reading other people’s fanfics and realize I have a lot to catch up. Anyways, let me know what you think!)

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The Other (Bucky x Reader) Part 6

Summary: Being a mutant with abilities is difficult enough, without having all this soulmate business to deal with in addition. Y/N meets hers in the least expectant place, but isn’t necessarily as thrilled as he’d hoped. However, a drastic turn of events require them to go to desperate measures to preserve what little they have.

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Part Six

You turned right down the hallway and almost jumped out of your skin when you saw him leaning against the wall in front of you.

“A paperclip? Seriously? You could have at least given me the damn key,” you muttered, and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall, and you had to jog to keep up with him. Huh. This was more thrilling than you’d like to admit. He stopped halfway down the hall and pointed up. You frowned, before looking in the direction and scowling. “You can’t be serious.”

“That vent is the only way you’re gonna get out of here. Take it straight ahead until the T-junction, and go to the right. It’ll take you right out to the outer wall, and I’ll meet you there,” he said, and you huffed.

“Well, you better help me, cos I can’t reach that damn high,” you said, and he sighed. Reaching up, he opened the vent with ease and took a step towards you. You instinctively pulled back and gave him a confused look.

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