because I could see how the wrong people could get a hold of this and it could blow up in my face

givenchy & gold, part i (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

part i | part ii

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On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Two

Originally posted by adisneylover92things


“You swore you’d never hurt me”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


“Tell me this is some kind of sick joke,” You remarked, staring at the two boys in front of you. Jay and Carlos exchanged an uneasy look.

“You’re telling me you took Ben, King Ben of Auradon, to the Isle where most people want nothing more than to see him strung up by his thumbs!?” You exclaimed, suddenly ashamed to be an acquaintance of the two boys. “And you thought that he wouldn’t be kidnapped!?”

“I never said we thought it was a good idea,” Carlos mumbled, looking down at the sharp look given by you.

“And now you want me to come with you on some sort of rescue mission to get him back from Uma of all people?” You quizzed, hoping it all was just some sick joke.

“On the bright side, you can go see your dad!” Jay tried to throw in before making a grimace. “Never mind, that’s not a good thing…”

Carlos worried his lip before his face lit up. “You could rub in their faces how good you’re doing.”

“I’m in.”


Your hands were shaking by the time you reached Pirate’s Bay and laid your eyes on Uma’s ship. The crew still looked as raggedy as you remembered in their war paint. They looked like a kindergartener’s finger-painting project gone wrong.

“Hey guys! They’re here!” A pirate you could easily place as being Gil, the loveable son of Gaston, called out to the crew below him.

You could practically feel your blood pressure rising when Harry’s voice filled your head.

“Welcome!” He called, pushing a terrified Ben to the Plank. Oh how you wanted to knock that grin off his pretty little face. Without thinking your hand came to grasp at the handle of the sword tucked into your belt. Jay gave you a concerned look, as if asking if you were gonna be alright fighting against the pirate if worse came to worse.

You just gave a nod before turning to train your eyes on the blue-haired sea witch, tensing slightly from your spot beside Carlos when she mentioned the killer sharks. Dumb witch, you thought to yourself. Sharks only attacked when provoked or threatened. Auradon taught you that.

Carlos nudged you slightly, motioning with his eyes to the hook-wielding pirate that was slowly but surely making his ways towards Uma and Mal. You may not particularly like the daughter of Maleficent, but you knew how unpredictable Harry could be, so you hopped onto the wooden railing of the docks, crouching down beside Mal with a hand on your sword.

You could tell he was pretending to not notice you, anyone could see that. But you could also see that your presence was unnerving the young brunet from the way he quickly started to fly off the handle. You could only grit your teeth at Uma as she gripped his hook and pulled him away from the two of you. Though, of course the flirt couldn’t without winking and blowing a mocking kiss in your direction.

It seems time didn’t change him at all.

As he made his way back to Ben, you followed his moves, not stopping until you were directly across from the pirate. You didn’t trust him to not shove Ben off the plank for no reason. Frankly, you didn’t trust him to not hook the poor King. The thought alone put you on edge. And from the devilish grin worn by the pirate as he caught your eye, you knew that he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

You could see the grin drop when Mal moved to give Uma the wand, before being stopped by the king. You could practically smell the smoke coming from the use his rarely-operated brain. Either he was dumbfounded that his captain’s plan actually worked… or he knew something was off, he knew there was no way Mal would give up the wand that easily.

You really hoped it was the first option.

You were relieved when he dropped the look, replaced by a grin at Ben trying to bargain with Uma. Maybe he was dumber than he looked. You knew it was a lie, but the thought made you feel better about your breakup all those months ago. Because, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you’re a petty ex.

Panic began to set in once Uma demanded Mal prove the wand worked. You guys were screwed. But, like usual, Mal prevailed, using Dude-the-now-talking-dog to fake a spell.

“Give me the wand!” Uma demanded seconds later, holding her hand out. Was she always this demanding?

“Give me Ben!” Mal shot back. Uma gave her a grin before calling Harry over. Once again, you followed his movements to be by Mal’s side. You may not have been the strongest, but you knew Harry’s weak spots if Uma were to try and trick you.

You gave a slight laugh as you heard Gil inform Ben about how Gaston wishes he had finished off Ben’s dad when he had a chance. You knew it was true as it was the only thing Gaston ever spoke about. Well, that and Belle. And how incredibly thick his neck is…..You made sure to not come across him often.

Harry pushed Ben to the ground in front of Mal before drawing his sword, you made sure to do the same. You raised your gaze to meet his when he spoke.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t ya trust me, lass?” He asked softly, a mocking pout forming on his face. But, it didn’t match the wickedness in his eyes.

“Cut him loose, Harry,” Uma instructed, eyes trained on Mal and the wand. Harry gave a huff, “I never get to have any fun.”

“Yeah, Harry, listen to your Master,” You remarked, smirking at the evil glare you received in return. Like you said before, you’re a petty ex.

Mal pulled Ben away from the two pirates as Uma rushed to the deck of her ship. Harry lingered, eyes not leaving yours before slowly following his Captain. You had to help Mal pull Ben away from the ship. He wasn’t the brightest King if he didn’t see through the plan. You suddenly worried if your life was in the right hands if he couldn’t tell it was a fake wand.

Uma quickly snapped the plastic wand in two upon realizing it was a fake. And then all hell broke loose. Smoke bombs and pirates alike were flying through the air as you suddenly regretted not practicing sword fighting since you left the Isle.

“Please don’t let me get my hand cut off. I don’t wanna look like Harry’s dad,” you whined before joining in on the fight.


Your eyes widened as you spotted Harry jumping into the water after his father’s hook. Though, you didn’t miss the opportunity to snatch his hat up from the dock. You placed it on your head with a smirk, “Mine now!”

Turning around and quickly ducking, you narrowly avoided getting your head cut off by an overly salty pirate. Pausing to giggle quickly at your own joke, you swiped the sword out of his hand, followed by a swift kick to the crotch that knocked him onto his knees. “Honestly, does she not train you guys at all? It’s almost sad,” You tsked, pushing him off the dock and into the water.

You cussed under your breath when you noticed Ben going against Harry, but then paused. Harry Hook, the son of a pirate, whom would try to behead anyone that dared look at his sisters wrong, was undoubtedly… getting his ass handed to him by a King that had never been in an actual sword fight in his life, literally with one hand behind his back. And it. Was. Hilarious.

“Y/N, come on!” Carlos called out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the tunnel after Evie threw a smoke bomb right in front of the pirates.

Pausing by the disoriented son of Hook, you placed his hat on top of his head before running to join the others. You spared the drenched pirate one last glance before disappearing into the tunnel.

Leaving him alone. Again.


“I know he’s on your mind, Y/N,” the voice of the daughter of Mulan filled your ears as you stared over the side of the boat to the Isle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lonnie,” You replied quietly, even though you both knew it was a lie. You knew exactly who she was talking about.

“I’m sure Harry did miss you. He just couldn’t show it with that Uma girl there,” She soothed, rubbing your back gently. You shook your head, turning to lean your back against the rails. she had just been informed on the situation on the ride from Auradon to the Isle, when you had to explain it was the Captain of your ex boyfriend that had taken the king hostage.

“That’s the problem. Even when we were together he was always Uma this, Uma that, Uma- Uma!?”

You failed to hide your surprise (and rage) at seeing the sea witch as she made her way down the stairs to where King Ben stood. You and Lonnie shared a look before rushing over to Mal’s side. You were no expert on relationships- but even you knew that you definitely did not bring your girlfriend’s worst enemy on a date to a dance you’re supposed to be with your girlfriend at.

And the worst thing was, as she stood before you, dressed in a beautiful gown that matched the blue of her hair you could see exactly why Harry would want her instead of you.


“Harry, the cotillion’s on!” The blonde boy yelled to his friend, whom was busy brooding by the window of Ursula’s fish and Chips. Gil sighed, walking over to the brunet. “Staring at Auradon won’t make you any closer to her, you know. But you can see her on TV.”

The pirate stared at him silently before walking to the table in front of the television. He could feel tears well up in his eyes at the sight of you. He missed you a lot, and it took all of his willpower to not show it when you came to the ship. But, he was scared you would try to stay if you knew how pitiful he was without you. He loved you, and there was no doubt about that. But he couldn’t give you everything you deserved if you came back to the Isle. He wanted you to be happy, even if it meant being away from him.

He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes.

“You look beautiful, lass.”


A few days after the Cotillion Disaster, you were called into the King’s office. From what the letter you received said (though you didn’t see why he just didn’t tell you in one of your many classes together) it was urgent business, not to be discussed with anyone else. You never thought a two minute conversation could have such an impact on your way of breathing.

“After seeing how harsh the conditions are on the Isle, I have decided to bring a few more kids to Auradon,” Ben stated, standing up from his seat behind his desk.

You raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully, “And what does that have to do with me?” You asked.

Ben cleared his throat, awkwardly coming to stand in front of you. This can’t be good.

“Y/N, there’s no easy way to say this after you risked your life to rescue me from the Isle so I’m just going to say it,” He began, arm sliding around your shoulders to give you a friendly, and suspicious, squeeze.

“Harry Hook is coming to Auradon.”





A/N: So, what do you guys think? Is it good enough to have a part three?

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 

CHAPTER 2 IS NOW HERE: http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156953215941/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton-chapter-2

AND SO IS CHAPTER 3:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157047198811/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-3

ALSO CHAPTER 4:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157157013206/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-4

AND CHAPTER 5:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157254073496/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-5

AND CHAPTER 6:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157296304031/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-6

AND CHAPTER 7!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157378879001/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-7

CHAPTER 8:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157547824756/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-8

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

ALSO YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE SERIES ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025633

Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 


Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.


Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.


Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.


Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

Uptown Girl [5]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: first of all, i want to say thank you to everyone who’s read uptown girl!! i cannot thank you enough for all your kind words <3 second, i lied lmao there’s gonna be one FINAL chapter after this one (i promise this is for real now lmao) p.s. peter’s pov lol

p.s. (2) don’t hate me for ending this chapter where it ends lol

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by buckybarnres

“Karen, could you show me the videos I took on my phone from last Tuesday.” I was laid down on the top of a building after a long afternoon of running after car thieves and helping lost tourists. All I wanted to do was see Y/N and sleep.

“I’m connecting to your phone, now.” Karen’s robotic voice filled my ears. “Playing video footage.”

My vision was filled with Y/N’s smiling face as we walked in the park. Her hair was blowing in the wind and the light that was hitting her face made her look like an angel.

“Peter! Put that away! I look hideous right now.” She exclaimed in the video. As if she could ever look hideous.

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anonymous asked:

I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee

Here you go, have some fluff :)


Saturday Night

He was nervous.

He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.

I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.

I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.

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These Feelings || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

word count : 1,237

pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

warnings : a little smutty towards the end, upset reader.

summary : You and Jughead bonded over the fact you are both really sarcastic to your friends but when Jughead realizes he starting to like you(and having no clue what those feelings are at first) he starts to ignore you. Being really confused, You try and confront the aloof Jughead; only for things to get a bit heated between you two.

a/n : i decided to combine these two since i thought they would compliment each other! c:

requests are open


     It had all started in freshmen year; you had sat right next to Jughead Jones. Of course you had known about him, who didn’t know about the infamous loner Jughead Jones the Third. But you never expected to become friends with him. You were the sarcastic duo, the two most people didn’t like only because they never knew if you two were serious or not. You had even surprised the male; considering how you were so nice to your family but to your friends you were an overly sarcastic person. You had only said “they are family; you can’t be mean to family.” and the two of just nodded slowly, smiling lightly at each other before continuing on with your family picnic.

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Punk (Chap. 6)

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck


Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1842

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Thank you for all of the feedback!  It honestly makes me so insanely happy and I love hearing your theories, outrages, and feelings! <3



He looked up.  Had he heard you gasp his name?  Of course.  Fucking supersoldier…  Bucky’s eyes found yours across the club.  Time seemed to slow down in that moment.  What the fuck is are you doing here?!

“Y/N?”  

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BTS when they accidentally slap you part II ( Jungkook version )

Sorry I’m late babies! 

JUNGKOOK ONLY (Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok coming soon)

Hyung line (minus Hope) is on my wall, take a look. 


Jungkook

You and Jungkook were arguing about the amount of time you were spending together since you were unhappy that he would meet you only once or twice in a week or two.

“Okay, that’s it. What do you want? I barely have any time for myself, how do you expect me to come to you every day?” Jungkook said, his voice shaky as if he was trying to keep his cool and not lash out at you. 

“I don’t expect you to come to me everyday, kid. You know that. Don’t make me the bad guy.” You say, giving him a pointed look. “It’s just that, it’s like I’m nowhere near the list of people you would meet if you had any free time and that bothers me.” 

Jungkook would curse under his breath and get up, walking past you to get some water. “Are you for real? Do I have to spend every second I’m free from work with you? Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been working the past month?” He would say finishing his glass of water and putting his glass down on the kitchen slap, with a loud clink. 

You frowned at his gesture and followed him into the kitchen, standing across him with your arms crossed. “You’ve been working, have you? Remind me where you work again because the last time I checked, the club downtown was not your workplace.” You raised your voice slightly, to assert your point. “Look, go wherever, with whoever you want, I’m not going to have a problem with that. Why would I? I don’t want to jeopardize your time with your friends but….surely you can manage to meet me more than once in two weeks. That’s just too much, don’t you think?” You said in a desperate tone. 

Jungkook was just standing there with his eyes wide open, looking at you as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “Did you follow me?” He asked you, incredulously. 

“Of course not, Jungkook! Why would I do that? I just came to your workplace because it had been a while since we had seen each other and I wanted to see you. I saw you coming back drunk, with your Hyungs and some err…girls from the club. So I went back.” You told him, avoiding his stare because for some reason you felt intimidated. 

Jungkook let out a scoff and came closer to you, clearly very angry. He didn’t believe a word of what you just said. 

“So you follow me when I’m out huh? How the fuck did you think of doing that?” 

“Language, Jungkook. Don’t speak to me like that. Did you not hear a word of what I just said? I didn’t follow you, I just went there becau-”

“BULLSHIT!” He shouted, startling you. “I never thought you would turn out to be a jealous bitch, y/n. How dare you follow me, you bitch?” 

You were shocked at how he was speaking to you. He was clearly not in his right mind. 

“Let’s stop. You’re not thinking straight. We’ll talk about this when you’re in your right mind.” You turned around to leave. 

“Oh hell no, stop right there.” He grabbed your arm with his hand, harshly turning you around to face him. 

“Ow! Jungkook, let go, you’re hurting me!” You said, wincing in pain from the sheer strength of his hand on your arm. 

Jungkook was extremely angry, though. Your pleas fell to deaf ears. All he could think about was how you had followed him and how humiliating that made him feel.

“You are not going anywhere till you fucking tell me why you followed me. I don’t care if I break your arm tonight y/n, I’m not letting go until you fucking tell me, do you understand that?” Jungkook said pressing harder.

“What is wrong with you?!” You raised your voice out of pain. “Let go of me right now Jungkook! It’s not my fault you hide things! Don’t take it out on me! I asked you to let go of me righ-”

His hand cracked across your face, snapping it back with the force of his blow. It had been an open-handed smack and it had left a red welt behind. Just below your eye was a small cut where the ring had caught your skin. You staggered backwards, clutching your face, eyes watering. 

Jungkook looked at his hand, eyes wide. He hadn’t meant it. It was in the friction of the moment and he was beyond pissed. He backed away, too shocked and too scared to look at you. It was only when he heard you let out a choking gasp, when you let out something between a mixture of a laugh of disbelief and a cry that he looked up at you. Tears were falling out of your eyes but your expression was blank, as if you were yet to register what just happened. There was a small cut beneath your eye and you were bleeding. 

Jungkook let out a whimper. He took a step towards you slowly, stopped in front of you. He looked down at you. You were holding the table with one hand for support and the other was still on your cheek. You had not moved an inch. 

Trembling, Jungkook took you in his arms. Your face was under his chin and you could feel his tears falling on your hair, but you were too traumatized to move. 

It’s only when you heard him say sorry that your senses came back to life. 

“Noona..I’m so sorry, oh god..”

Your eyes widened and with all your might, you pushed him back, looking him straight in the eye. 

You were enraged. 

“Get the fuck away from me, you monster.” You spat out, your eyes red and breaths, heavy. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Noona, please don’t…Y/N!” He shouted, his own senses coming back to life as he saw you moving towards the door to leave…perhaps, to never come back. He ran towards you desperately and fell down on his knees in front of you. 

“Noona no please, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!” He let out in what seemed to you- fear, joining his hands practically begging you. “Please hit me back, hit me all you want but don’t leave me noona please! I will never do that again, I promise!” 

You turned around him and starting leaving, but he crawled in front of you again. He clung to you, hugging your waist, and started crying like a child. 

You looked down at him, crying like a child, begging you to not leave him. You could see how afraid he was of you abandoning him. It broke your heart to see him like that. You knew you would not forgive yourself if you took him back but you were too much in love with him. You couldn’t see him in that state. To you, he became a weeping child. Your weeping child. How could you ever abandon your own child? So even though, you were breaking inside, you put your hands on his head, soothing him. 

You bent down at his level when he didn’t stop crying and took him in your arms. His head on your chest and your hands on his back and hair. 

“Shh..we’ll work it out. Don’t cry, kid.” You said to him , quickly wiping your own tears. “We’ll get through this.” you said as Jungkook hugged you fiercely, burying his face in your chest, crying uncontrollably. 



DISCLAIMER: It is never ever OKAY to hit anyone and it’s not okay to take it as well. Please remember that this is work of fiction and I, in no way, advocate this reaction to getting hit. 

JIMIN coming up next. 

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a got7 reaction like the BTS reaction of you refusing sex?

Of course, Lets start with a little back story.


There was something comforting about going rehearsals with him, a sense of comfort in knowing that those he works with know you exist and that you belong to him, just like he belongs to you. But this was the first time he had asked you to go with him to a live show to watch. Usually, he liked to keep his business life and personal life as far away from one another as possible, not because he was ashamed, but just because he wanted to save you from all the pressure media put on idols who are dating.

You were so excited to go with him, and he was so excited to have you there, to show you exactly what its like for him. You spent all morning stuck to one another, his hand never leaving its secure place on your hip. Even when the other members excitedly bounced over to say hello and give you a sweet hug he was still there, making sure to pull you back. The two of you would laugh as he was put into wardrobe for the show, nd he would blush when you told him how good he looked. There was even a moment where he when he walked over to you, half way through going over what would be done and talked about during the show, just to plant a deep kiss on your lips because ‘you just look so cute.’

You sat by him during hair and make up, you knew these girls didnt like you. You were honestly expecting them not to. The thought of them with their hands all over the hair your tug at when hes pleasuring you and the lips you kiss when your feeling down sent a wave of jealousy through your stomach. It didnt matter though, you knew that, for the entire time he sat there his hand was on your knee, and his eye kept opening so he could look at you.

It was when he was getting the final touches on his make up done that your silly jealousy took a pang. The make up girl told him to look at her, which fine, she needs to make sure everything is even. But when she tilted his chin up with the tip of her pinky and blushed you wouldn’t help the feeling in your stomach.

‘Ive always thought you have the prettiest smile.’ She said stroking a brush along his bottom lip gently, making him smile.

‘Good, I always thought I was the best looking one out of this group.’ He joked. You would have laughed, but his hand left your knee and folded with his own in his lap. The artist looked at you, a smug look in her eyes that made the back of your neck tingle.

‘That feels really good.’ His voice brought you back to look at him. His comment was far from appropriate so why he decided to say it floored you.

‘Of course it does! I know how much you like this part.’ She said making him smile again.

You watched as she continued to apply the numeral pink to his lips. She could have stopped four seconds ago and it would have been perfect, but she had to keep going until their was a light shine on his bottom lip.

‘Whoops, too shiny let me fix that.’ She said bending closer to his mouth. She puckered her lips and blew gently, as if that was going to solve the problem.

You looked forward as she smiled triumphantly, the noise he had made making the smug look in her eyes grow darker. Crossing your arms you turned to face the mirror in front of you and you couldn’t help but catch the eye of another member who had witnessed the whole thing. Seeing that you stood and left the dressing room, not caring that your boyfriend was calling after you.

Not having any way to get home you just took your seat and waited. You tried to smile and laugh when they finally made their way onto the stage but there was no hiding the fact that you were hurt. If he was doing that around you what was he doing when you weren’t? Thinking only made you madder and seeing him staring at you with worried eyes only made you fuming.

In the car afterwards you tried not to sit next to him but he made people shift so he could. He tried to place his hand on you knee but you moved away. He tried to kiss you cheek but you pushed his chest. All you wanted to do was cry.

Getting back to your shared apartment you ignored him, even though he was talking like nothing was wrong. He wold have finally stopped when you walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, taking your clothes of angrily before stepping into the hot shower you had started for yourself…

Jaebum:

You slamming the door would make his mind race. What had happened that you were now slamming doors? When you got out of the shower he watched you B-line it into your shared room. The sight of your bare back with pearls of water still holding to your skin made him smile, he loved your back. He’d stand and make his way over to you, licking his lips in the process before he was right behind you. You knew he was there but you had nothing to say to him, so ignoring him was your best option. That was until you felt his lips start on your shoulder and move up your neck. You stepped forward, continuing to ignore him as you reached for a set of comfy clothes. ‘Baby.’ he’d say wrapping his arms around your shoulders to try again. The thought of his lips made you sick, so you pushed him off of you. ‘Leave me alone.’ you said taking the clothes and heading back towards the bathroom. ‘Jagi, whats wrong?’ He’d say, his voice giving away the concern that erupted though his stomach. ‘I said leave me alone.’ You spat. You were just about to slam the door again when he caught it and followed you into the bathroom. ‘Tell me what is wrong.’ He said with stern eyes as you angrily pulled the shirt you grabbed over your head, scoffing when you realized it was his. ‘That shit that you pulled? That was embarrassing. How dare you let shit like that happen especially when I’m sitting right there next to you.’ You said, tears welling in your eyes.

‘Y/n, what are you talking about!’ He said trying to reach out for you again only to have you pull away. ‘Really? Are you that stupid that you didnt even realize that whats her face was all over you! Blowing on your fucking mouth, are you kidding me!’ You said, your loud voice now echoing off of the walls. ‘She was practically rubbing it in my face.’ You added, this time a bit quieter. He rubbed the back of his neck before rubbing his face and trying to pull you in one more time. This time you let him, you hated it when he looked upset. ‘Im so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.’ He said wrapping his arms around you tightly. ‘I can’t handle that kind of things. And if thats happening when I’m sitting right next to you? What happening when I’m not.’ You said, tears now falling.

‘Im so sorry. Nothing. Nothing is happening. Please, Jagi.’

He was your sense of comfort so as you cried you couldn’t help your hands that had wondered up to hold on to his back. Seeing how upset this had made you ruined him, he never wanted to see you cry and the fact that he was the one who made you broke his heart. He’d hold onto you as long as he needed too and although he knew you handnt fully forgave him, it wouldn’t stop him from making it very known that the behavior that had happened was uncalled for and would never happen again.

Mark:

Mark would never do anything he thought would hurt you in any way. All he wanted was to be the best version of himself just for you. So when you started acting cold towards him his mind would race. He wouldn’t be able to focus during the show, talking less then he already did and when questions were sent his way he was having trouble answering them. When you stormed into the bathroom he figured maybe you just forgot to but deodorant on? He knew how weird you got when you thought you smelt so He’d leave you be, settling himself on the couch and turning the tv on. When you walked out with wet messy hair and in your pajamas he figured you were just tired, but he knew you were never to tired for him. He’d try anything to make you feel good. He stood, corning you in the kitchen before dipping his head down in attempt to kiss you. When you turned your head so he caught cheek his eyebrows would push together, you never turned down a kiss from him. He’d catch your chin and make you look at him, trying to bring his lips to yours again only to have you push his chest hard do he stumbled back away from you. ‘Don’t touch me.’ You said shooting daggers at him before picking up the drink you had poured and walking past him. You only made it half way to your bedroom before his hand caught your elbow. He spun you causing the drink to spill slightly and you to cuss. ‘What part of don’t touch me did you not understand!’ You yelled, trying to fight the lurch you heart gave when his eyes turned from confused to hurt.

‘What wrong?’ He’d ask in a small voice.

‘Whats wrong? Whats wrong is that my boyfriend Someone who is supposed to love me drops me in the blink of an eye when someone else is flirting with them. And the best part? He doesn’t even try to stop it.’ You yelled, pointing a finger at him so he knew exactly who you were talking about. His shoulders would slump and he’d take his bottom lip between his lips. ‘Jagi I-’

‘Dont Jagi I me. I saw what happened. I was there.’ You said turning to leave again. His hand reached for yours again and pulled you back around but this time when he turned you he saw just how hurt you were. ‘Please, I didnt mean it. I didnt think.’ He said trying to pull you into a hug. ‘Mark, stop.’ You said taking in a shaky breath. The hurt in his eyes made your heart turn over and you knew he meant it, you just weren’t ready to forgive him. ‘Im so sorry.’ was all he could whisper as he let you walk away again.

He knew you too well. The moment you were wrapped up in your blankets, tears slowing down and the need for him to hold you over powering you he was already in the room. He’d muster out a small ‘Jagi?’ Seeing if you were willing to talk to him and when you let your head poke up from the covers he’d rush over to you, making you scoot onto his side of the bed so he could slip under the covers in front of you and pull you into his chest. This brought a new wave of tears as you fisted the fabric of his shirt and cried. ‘I love you so much, I’m so sorry.’ you cried. He stroked your hair and made soft shushing noises to break up the sad ‘I love you’s’ he was whispering back to you.

Jackson:

Being completely oblivious of what had happened he’d be all over you the moment you stepped out of the shower. His hand would reach out for your towel and tug at it, laughing playfully as you tugged away from him and continued your way towards the bedroom. He’d then wrap his arms around you and continue to walk you forward, kissing your bare shoulder as the two of you went.

‘I swear to God, Jackson. Get off of me.’ You said shaking your shoulder hard, not caring as it ran gently into his chin.

‘y/n?’ He said, he would have thought you were just kidding and would have jumped right back into playing around, but the fact the you didnt apologize for hitting him in the face set his alarms off. You ignored him, and not caring if he was still standing there watching you, you stripped. Replacing the towel with your pajamas you climbed into bed and pulled the covers up, biting your lip as your eyes began to water. Jackson would call your name again and soon the feeling of the bed dipping down around you told you that he was sitting next to you. ‘I said leave me alone, Jackson.’ Your voice failed, giving off the fact that you were now crying.

‘Jagi, whats wrong? Hey, hey!’ He’d say softly, pulling at your arms till you were sitting up with your face in his chest.

‘Don’t touch me!’ You yelled hitting his chest, but as you tried to pull your arms out of his grip he just held on tighter, not letting you go.

‘Talk to me, why are you mad!’

‘You!” You screamed, finally getting him to let you go. ‘You sit there and humiliate me letting that… that bimbo actively flirt with you! She knew exactly what she was doing and stared at me while she did it! Obviously knowing that you weren’t going to do shit! You-’ He cut you off by pulling you into his chest, tears stinging his eyes as he realized what he had done and how much he had actually hurt you.

All he could do was say he was sorry as he buried his face into your neck, holding onto you tightly. His sorries would be staggered with a string of ‘please don’t leave me, please ill change.’ It would shock him how much this actually bothered him. You half expected him to laugh at your tears and tell you you were dumb, but how upset he had gotten only told you how much he loved you. You’d surprise him when you wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers gently playing with his hair as you silently cried realizing how rude you were being.

‘please don’t give me a reason to think you don’t love me.’ would be all you said before letting him kiss you sweetly.

Jinyoung:

Conversations from earlier in the day would sent him in a certain mood and while you showered it’d be all he could think about. He’d have trouble containing himself as he waited for the water to turn off and as soon as it did he was outside the bathroom door to wait for you. He’d smirk as you opened the door and looked up to him before walking right past to the bedroom. He followed you, watching the way your hips swayed under the towel and how your wet hair left streams of water down your bare back. You’d have walked up to the bed where your usual sleeping shirt was laying, not even realizing Jinyoung was standing behind you until his hands were running up your bare arms. You ignored him while reaching forward to slip the shirt over your body before stepping just out of his reach to slip on a pair of shorts. He’d step to you and take your cheeks between his hands before trying to lean down to kiss you. When you pulled your face from his hands he’d look at you with upset and confused eyes, confused as to why you were acting like this when not even three hours ago you were whispering things to one another. ‘Are we not going to do this?’ He’d ask, the throbbing in his pants subsiding as he thought about your buzz kill mood.

‘No, Jinyoung. Were not ‘doing this’.’ You said scoffing at him before walking back into the bathroom. He’d roll his eyes and turned around, readying himself for bed. Lights out and laying as far from him as possible you started to cry. He didnt care, if he did he would have figured out that you were mad at him by then. You’d sniffle once as his arm lazily found its way around your neck like it did every night, but still nothing. You’d take his arm off of you, removing yourself from the comfort of your blanket. He’d watch you stand up and make your way to the kitchen, eyebrows pressing together when you refused to return. He never was able to sleep well without you.

‘Jagi? Are you okay?” He’d finally say, bringing him from the bed and making his way over to you.

‘Go back to bed Jinyoung.’ You’d say. He’d realized that it wasn’t the kitchen that you had gone to, but the couch in the living room.

‘What are you doing in here?’ He said, eyebrows still pressed together.

‘Sleeping. Go away.’ You said rolling over so your back was not to him.

‘I dont understand why you would sleep out here when-’

‘Of course you don’t understand, Jinyoung! You never understand. You never open your eyes and realize how big of an idiot you are!’ You said, sitting fully up. You couldn’t help but cringe slightly at your choice of words.

‘Why are you acting like this?’ He’d say crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Why are you putting me second place to other girls? If i knew all it took was a few bats of the eyelash I wouldn’t have waisted any of my time!’ You said standing up so you were now practically nose to nose.

‘When did i put you second-’

‘The fact that you even have to ask that question is the reason why. I get it, girls flirt with you all day long, its apart of the job. But when Im- me the girl you live with and say ‘I love you’ too every night, when Im sitting there and its very obvious you’re into the attention the cute make up artist is giving you its very obvious I’m second.

‘Thats not true, y/n.’ He’d say making you scoff.

‘Then how about this,’ You started standing up, now more angry than ever. ‘You get to sleep on the couch tonight. See for yourself how it feels to be second.’ You said throwing the couch pillow at him and storming off into the bedroom. He wouldn’t let it drop that easy and would come bursting into the bed room, grabbing your hand and pulling you to look at him before you could get into bed.

‘Nothing. No one comes before you. Let that be clear. And now being aware of it I will make sure to put you where you deserve to be.’ He’d pause, hastily reaching for your cheek to stoke it, smiling slightly to himself when you let him. ‘I love you so much. Im so sorry you have to put up with my shit.’

Youngjae:

The moment you had started to act distant towards him he’d know something was wrong. Usually when you got upset with him he’d wait it out, apologizing for what ever he did and you would turn around, tell him it was okay and the two of you would cuddle it out. This time was different. He had tried to hold your hand on the car ride home only to have you turn your attention to Jackson and start talking about how he thought the day went. He’d try again a little later, this time apologizing, but when you rolled your eyes knowing perfectly that he had no idea what he was apologizing for you’d just give him a stern look before folding your arms across your chest. Once home, he followed you like a puppy just trying to get you to talk to him but when you slammed the bathroom door in his face and turned on the water to drown out his calls he finally stopped. He’d go to your bedroom and sit on the bed with his head in his hands trying to figure out away to get you to tell him what was wrong. He ended on trying something new. No more pleading, just your favorite acts of love.

He’d watch you walk into your bedroom with just a towel wrapped around you. The daggers you sent him before turning back to your closet made him nervous. With a mental Fuck it He’d stand and close the space between the two of you. Just like he hoped you melted under his touch, letting him kiss up your neck till his lips landed on your cheek. You turned, ready to finally say anything and he’d press his lips to you, giving you the rough passionate kiss that always took you by surprise.

‘Im so sorry, I love you so much.’ He’d say between kisses. This brought reality back into your mind and instantly you pushed him off of you.

‘You don’t even know what your sorry about.’ you said softly, no matter how mad you were you couldn’t get yourself to yell at him.

‘Please.’

‘Jae, you… That girl was all over you and you did nothing.’ You said biting your lip. The hurt in his eyes making you feel small and want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. He hurt you though.

‘I didnt even realize it.’ He said, now knowing exactly what you were talking about. You gave a sarcastic laugh and shook you head, turning away from him once more.

‘You could have anyone and the fact that she felt like she could do that right infant of me just proves that you aren’t as serious about this as I am. I love you with all of my heart and you give girls the vibe that they can take you from me when ever they want. If that happened while I was sitting right next to you what happens when I’m not?’ You said, his eyes began to glisten at what you were suggesting.

‘I would never let anyone come between us, y/n. You know that.’

‘Do I? Because the one time you had a chance to actually prove that you did nothing.’

Thats what would wreck him. The fact that you were right, a girl was actively flirting with him and instead of stopping it he let it happen and he let you see it. He wouldn’t say anything other than a small ‘you’re right.’ to which you’d nod and let him pull you into another hug, this time accepting his promises to always be more attentive to what was happening around him, wether you were there or not.

BamBam:

You could hardly walk out of the bathroom you had been silently tearing in for the past hour without BamBam coming up behind you and slipping his hands under the towel that you clung to your body. ‘God, I want you so bad right now.’ He’d say, his lips grazing your ear before he nipped gently and started to kiss on your sweet spot. Normally you would be a giggling mess right now, already pooling in your panties just with the sole fact of getting him naked. He didnt seem to notice your lack of excitement through the feeling of your next to naked body was pressed against his already growing member. ‘You horny cause that bitch turned you on?’ You said finally getting enough courage to pull out of his grip. Not waiting for a response you walked into the bedroom and slammed the door, and quickly changing before he could walk into the room.

‘What do you mean?’ He’d say with a light bite to his voice.

‘Do you feel obligated to come back to me every night? Is that why we literally have sex all the time? Because girls at work are basically dry humping your dick and you feel like you can’t act on it? Do you picture them when you flip me over?’ You said throwing your towel at him. He caught it, his expression going from 100 to 0 real quick.

‘How could you say that?’ He said, his voice now small.

‘How could I say that?’ You started crossing your arms over your chest. ‘How could you basically let every girl in that room earlier know that Im just a show? That anyone could have you if they just tried hard enough!’ You said throwing the towel that was on your head at him now.

‘Does she fulfill your needs when I can’t? Will she let you do things that I’m uncomfortable with? Was that her marking her territory? Letting me know that you really don’t work late hours, that you spend more time with her?’ You yelled, frustration making your face read and your eyes tear up again.

‘Are you really- do you really think I would cheat on you?’ He said trying to take a step forward, but the look on your face told him he’d be better staying where he was.

‘I didnt think you would actually engage in a flirty conversation in front of me, but here we are.’

He was speechless. He knew there was nothing he could say to make you feel better and it was overwhelming. He’d move to sit on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands, wracking his brain on something to say that would make you feel better. Your heart lurched for him and for a second you wanted him to hold you, but you were to proud. It didnt help that he thought of him knocking boots with the make up artist in a closet kept running through your mind. With a single tear running down your cheek you started to walk out of the room, the sight of him making your feel sick. You had been so convinced up until now that he was the love of your life. That nothing could touch the two of you.

You weren’t even able to make it to the door when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you hard. You didnt even have a chance to stumble before he was hugging you tightly, his arms wrapping themselves around your neck and shoulders.

‘Please, please don’t. I would never… I love you so much, please don’t walk away.’

‘Then give me a reason to stay.’ you said, both of you crying silent tears. He’d sniffle and lean back just enough to take your cheeks between his hands. He looked at you longingly, thumbs softly stroking the backs of your cheeks. There was a slight hiccup in his chest before he kissed you softly. Despite how angry you were the same feeling of excitement and passion erupted through your entire body. It was so loud in your ear that you didnt even realize your arms had reached up to hold him to you.

‘Please believe me when I say Id never do anything like that.’

Yugyeom:

Walking out of the shower you’d walk right into his arms. You had looked so amazing that day and he could hardly wait to get you home and express just how beautiful you were to him. His lips would be on yours in an instant as he softly held your head to his. He’d tried to deepen the kiss but you weren’t budging. You couldn’t ever get yourself to hurt Yugyeom, no matter how stupid he could be at times. Even now as you were held tightly to his chest, the sight of the make up artist blowing on his lips and the noise he had made kept running through your mind. You finally pushed him off of you, feeling like you could taste her breath. ‘No. Not happening.’ You said walking away from him.

You’ve played this game before, let him kiss you a bit and then moving away. He knew you loved to be chased so with a goofy grin he’d walk quickly after you, bending so he could get a good grip of your waist before picking you up off the ground.

‘Yugyeom I said no!.’ You yelled prying his hands off of you before turning around and pushing his chest. His face would fall in confusion, now not quite sure how serious you were being. You’ve never pushed him away that hard before. He decided to try again thinking maybe third times a charm.

‘Get off of me!’ You screamed raising your elbow from his grip. ‘Do not touch me. Do not touch me, do not touch me! Damn get it through your thick skull!’ You yelled as you turned to face him.

‘Why are you being like this?’ He’d say, it now fully registering that you were pissed.

‘Oh I don’t know, maybe its the weather, maybe I’m on my period. Or maybe, and you’ll laugh at this one, maybe my boyfriend was sitting there letting some girl mock me while she basically pissed all over you!’ You yelled, not caring how loud your voice had gotten. You watched as his eyes closed and he sat on the bed.

‘What, you’re mad she proved to me how easy it is to get to you? How easy it would be for her to take you from me?’ You bit.

‘I would never leave you for her.’ he said, but it seemed to just make things worse.

‘Fine, maybe not her. But if she could get that close to get under my skin I can only imagine what someone else could do. You’re gone a lot and I thought you understood how i felt about you and how I feel about not being able to be with you all the time. Why shouldn’t I get mad when a girl who sees you more then I do starts blowing all over you. Actions speak louder than words and you the letting go of me the moment she batter her eyes at you was a message I received loud and clear.’

‘Y/n,’ He said looking back to you. You waited for him to say something but ended up scoffing as he took to long to find his words.

‘Y/n please, I didnt even realize-’

‘Of course you didnt, why would you.’

‘Don’t be like this.’ He’d say standing up and making his way over to you.

‘Like what? Worried that the one person I love more than anything else is allowing girls to throw themselves all over him? And then does it when I’m sitting right there? Do you know how much that hurts?’ You said, clearing your throat to try and hide the way it had faulted.

‘I messed up. I wasn’t even paying attention to her, I… Its sounds cliché…’ He started, but bit his lip and looked at the floor when you had risen an eyebrow at him. ‘Its just you looked so pretty today and I was embarrassed cause, well you do things to me…’

In that instant your hard face fell and your eyes widened.

‘Wait.’ You said, covering your mouth. ‘You were sitting there letting me scream at you because you were horny and trying to hide it?’ You said trying to hide your laugh.

‘Dont laugh at me, you always do that to me.’ He said giving you a small worried smile.

His body would relax when you reached out for him and hugged his was it tightly. ‘Im sorry I assumed the worse.’ You said into his shirt.

‘I didnt realize how bad it looked. Im sorry.’ He said hugging you back.

Ours

Originally posted by b-l-u-e-l-u-n-g-s

Words: 2015

Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Can you do an imagine with Archie where the reader gets pregnant but with everything going on she decides to leave Riverdale, without telling Archie anything, and when things finally quiet down she comes back with the baby and Archie freaks out they make up and it’s cute?

Note: Whoever requested this, I’m so glad you did! Anytime I get to write happy Archie stuff, I will gladly take the opportunity. It’s a little sappy, but I  hope this is what you were looking for.


You had held the pregnancy test in your shaking hands, unable to breathe. Positive. No. It couldn’t be. You couldn’t be… pregnant. Riverdale wasn’t safe anymore, especially not for a baby. Archie’s dad was in the hospital, people were still recovering from Jason’s murder, Riverdale wasn’t the innocent town that you had grown to love. It was dark and full of secrets, and with Hiram getting out of prison, who knew what kind of mayhem they would have to face.

That’s why you made the decision to leave. As much as it hurt to say goodbye to everything you knew, it was the only option to keep your child safe. But there was one thing that hurt the most. Archie. How could you leave him now that his dad was in the hospital and he needed you more than ever. If you told him about the baby, he would tell you to stay, that you could figure it out together. How you wished that was true.

You knew that you wouldn’t be able to make it on your own. You had no family, no money, and nowhere to go. Taking a deep breath, you waited in a booth at Pop’s for the person you knew you could trust. Veronica slid into the seat in front of you.

“What’s going on? Are you okay? You said you needed my help.” She rambled, looking at you as if you were going to shatter at any second. It felt like you might.

“I have to leave Riverdale.” You blurted. Her eyes grew wide.

“What? Why?” She moved around the table so she was sitting next to year, holding your face in her hands. “Did something happen.” You looked down at your lap and nodded.

“Vee I’m…” You sucked in a breath. “I’m pregnant.” Her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth with her hand.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 34

Summary: Daryl is still missing. SMUT.

Note: I wanted this chapter to be super long, but I know I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough, so I figured I’d go ahead and give you this part! 😉😉

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“If my master is lost, I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back to himself, because to serve doesn’t always mean to follow.” - Joey W. Hill

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You burst through the door of the kitchen entrance quickly, with David in tow.
Things were quiet.
Brian and the other two were still the only ones in the large cafeteria.

“Brian!” You yelled out, wasting no time. You wanted to get Katherine and Ben as soon as you could, you weren’t gonna let them get out of your sight and be in deeper shit with Negan.

He appeared from the back of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, “What’s going good on?”

You felt a slight chill run up your spine, “The other two are still with you, right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I have them in the back cutting up some meat.”

You let out a sigh of relief.
David shot you a weird look as he saw your obvious nervousness, you glared back at him, before walking up to the counter Brian stood behind.

“Have them finish that shit really quick. Someone escaped and Negan is on the war path.” You said, noting the seriousness of the situation in your tone.

Brian’s face went pale, and you could see the fear on it, even if he had nothing to do with it. Most people weren’t immune to Negan’s actions when he was angry, innocent or not, and Brian had already been on Negan’s bad side before, because of you.

“I can finish up, not much left to do. Take them.” Brian said quickly, shaking his head.

He disappeared into the back of the kitchen once more before coming back out a few minutes later with Katherine and Ben.
They looked confused as to why they were being kicked out so soon, but you didn’t have time to explain.
Plus, you didn’t feel like you really needed to explain to people who had only been here for a day what was going on.
It was only your first day looking after people and shit was already getting out of hand.
At this point, you didn’t wanna know what next week would bring if this is what the beginning of it was like.

“Did we do something wrong?” Ben asked, seeming to get a little defensive.

You shook your head, “No, not yet. Just come with me, and maybe I’ll explain.”

Ben glanced to Katherine who just shrugged her shoulders.
You motioned them to follow you, and left the room again.
You decided to take them back to the rec room and keep them there for the time being, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“So, can I know what exactly is going down here?” David whispered in a low tone as he took a seat at the table you were seated at.

Katherine and Ben sat at the end of it, holding hands and exchanging glances.
You rolled your eyes, you tried to stay in denial about them, but you knew deep down you were jealous of them. They walked around freely and expressed that the loved eachother.

You looked over to David, letting out an annoyed breathe, “You’re not gonna give up, are you?” You asked, chewing your lip.

“Well, I’m not a child.”

“You’re not an ally either.” You muttered back at him.

He chuckled and lowered his head thoughtfully for a moment, “You do realize if I was gonna fuck you over, I could have done it back at the house.”

You ran a hand through your hair and gave him a nod.
You stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet that stood open.
What was in it wasn’t as good as Negan’s personal stash, but it got the job done either way.
David followed behind like a stray, you weren’t sure when you were gonna get used to having someone following you around, taking every order that you gave them.
You grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and poured it into a glass, at this point, you weren’t sure if it was vodka or moonshine.
You took a generous sip of it and stifled back at cough as it burned your throat.

“Look, someone escaped. He was a prisoner of sorts, and he’s with a group that really hates Negan. A group that I used to be apart of, and if he’s gone, maybe he teamed back up with them and who knows what the hell is gonna happen next if he has.” You said, bringing your hand up to rub your tired eyes.

“What’s gonna happen if he’s not caught?” David asked, propping his arm onto the table, giving you a curious look.

You took another sip of the liquor, you could feel the warmness wash over your body, “I can honestly say that I don’t know, David.”

He gave you a sympathetic look and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shoved one into his mouth, “How the hell did you end up here if you were with them?”

You smirked and looked down, you hadn’t thought a whole lot about the situation since you had been here, and you knew that he probably wouldn’t understand, “The group I was with killed a bunch of Negan’s men. So, he tracked us down and we ended up in a lineup, pretty much like you, but he had full intent on killing people. It was punishment for his men.” You said, looking up at him as he took a drag off the cigarette.

He nodded to show that he was listening to you.

“He killed two of our people. He was going to kill more, but Negan liked me, mainly for my looks. So, I made a deal with him; I’d come back here with him and be a wife if he’d spare the rest of them.” You continued.

“And the rest is history?” David scoffed.

You shook your head, “Not quite. They still owe Negan half of everything they get, so it’s an ongoing relationship. It’s complicated, and I don’t expect you to understand.”

He took another puff of the cigarette, blowing out smoke, “It’s not for me to understand. Shit, I’m just glad he didn’t beat my skull in with that bat he carries.”

“Lucille.” You cut in quickly.

“Why does he call it Lucille?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.. Luck, maybe? I’ve never asked him.” You said furrowing your brow. Now that you thought about it, you had never asked him why he had called his prized bat by such a name.

“Are you happy?” David said bluntly.

“What?” You answered back in confusion.

“Being his wife, are you happy?”

You looked at him, taken aback.
Since you had been here, no one had ever asked you if you were happy with your position just being another one of his wives.
You were happy, weren’t you? For the most part you considered yourself happy, there were bad days and good days, but that’s common for any relationship.
No matter that nature of it.

“I’m not fond of the other wives, but yeah, I’m happy.”

David smirked and gave you a look as if he didn’t completely believe what you said, but you didn’t care, his opinion didn’t matter to you.
You knew how you felt.
And you didn’t have time to worry about what anyone thought, so much shit had gone down in the past couple weeks, and emotions were starting to have no room in any of this, but you were almost grateful for that.
You had less and less time to worry about whether or not Negan thought of you the way you though of him, or if he cared that you loved him.
The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, Katherine and Ben didn’t bother to make conversation with you, and you didn’t care.
You didn’t have much use for either of them anyway.
You wondered why David seemed to be making an effort to get to know you, but he was likeable and so far, and he hadn’t got on your bad side.. Not yet anyway.

You and David decided to make use of the pool table while you waited for some news to come back on the Daryl situation.
You had to admit, even with the shit going on, it was nice to be able to let loose, even it was only for a moment just to play a game of pool.

“Damn, you’re good at this.” He commented at he made his shot.

You leaned against the table, “I used to play at the bar.”

“I played at the bar, too. I was always drunk playing though.”

You smiled back at him, “I guess that might be your problem.”

“Thank God we aren’t betting then.” He chuckled.

You shook your head, glancing down for a moment.
You were trying you best to remain indifferent about David, you were in charge of him and still didn’t know him well at all, and even if he had saved your life once, you didn’t wanna make the mistake of giving him your trust too quickly.
But you had to admit, he was already growing on you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company.
You thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door being swung open.
You and David turned to see Negan stomping through with Lucille in hand with a scowl that seemed like it was going to become permanent.
David was learning the rules quickly and kneeled time he saw Negan enter into the room.

You turned back to Katherine and Ben to see them sitting in the chair looking dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what to do.
You let out an inaudible grunt to yourself and took a step towards them.

“Do either of you own this place?” You growled at them.

They both sat there, with mouths half open as if they didn’t know what to say.

“N- no?” Katherine answered back.

“Then you both should know to get on your knees when you see him entering the room.” You hissed, motioning your head towards Negan.

Negan looked over all of them as he arrived at your side.
They were quick to get on their knees at that time, lowering their heads from his intimidating gaze.

“You need to train your fuckin’ dogs better.” Negan snorted, his face in a frown.

“I’m doing my best.” You breathed out to him, “What’s going on?”

Negan shook his head, “Nothing that’s the fuck what. He’s gone, haven’t heard a goddamn peep.”

You bit your tongue, studying his face, but he didn’t look worried, “Where do we go from here?”

“I’ve got a pretty good fuckin’ idea of where to start first.” He locked eyes with you, giving you a slight smirk. A dangerous one at that, and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Alexandria.” You nodded.

“That’s right.” He averted his eyes to David who was kneeling beside you, able to hear everything.

Negan squinted at you, then back down to him, “Don’t you think you’re a bit too fuckin’ close to my wife? From where you’re sitting, I’m sure you have a great view of her fuckin’ ass, huh?”

David looked shocked at Negan’s choice of words for him, he parted his lips, shaking his head, “No.. Sir. I- I was standing here an-”

“So what? You trying to say her ass isn’t fuckin’ good enough?” Negan barked back to him, kneeling down to his level.

David lowered his eyes from Negan and shook his head, “Sir, I’m sorry. I-”

“Negan.” You said in a pleading tone as you looked down to him.

This was Negan’s way.
There was no right or wrong answer, he just wanted to fuck with David’s head to see what kind of answer he could get out of him.

“Calm the fuck down, darlin’. I’m asking him a fuckin’ question.” Negan smirked at you, before looking back down to the man kneeling for him, “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even tried looking? Do you not see how good lookin’ she is? If you say no, I think that’s a fuckin’ lie.”

You watched David as his level of discomfort began to rise, he had no idea how to answer any of these questions Negan was throwing at him.

“She’s pretty..” David breathed in a low tone.

“What’s that?! I can’t fuckin’ hear you.” Negan snapped, putting his hand up to his ear in a mocking gesture.
He heard him just fine the first time.

“She’s pretty.” David said again, in a louder tone this time.

Negan put his head back, with a smile spreading across his face as he looked up to you.
You shook your head, wishing that he wouldn’t berate the man like this, but you couldnt help but not mind that Negan did it, watching him be an asshole was always hot to you.

“Hear that darlin’?” Negan chuckled, blinking up at you, “You’re pretty.” He said mockingly.

He suddenly slapped David’s shoulder, making him jump, “Come on, you gotta fuckin’ level with me, she’s fuckin’ hot. I mean, you’d fuck her, right?”

David looked up at him, his eyes wide. This was the question he really didn’t understand how to answer, and he looked down right fearful of saying either answer.
His eyes darted back and forth in his socket as if he was dazed.

Negan snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Simple fuckin’ question.”

David lowered his head again and gave a small shrug, “Uh.. Yes?”

Negan’s bite his lip and sniffed before giving David a nod, “Can’t fuckin’ blame you.. And God knows..” He said as he wagged his finger in your direction, “That girl rides my fuckin’ dick like she’s in the goddamn Kentucky derby.” He praised before he stood back up, glancing over to you.

You felt your cheeks go red and you looked away from him as he continued to talk to David.
You were beginning to think you’d never not blush when he said something sexual about you to other people.

“But at the end of the day, she’s my fuckin’ wife.. So, you steer fuckin’ clear of her. You really don’t wanna fuckin’ have to deal with me.” Negan said as he gave David one last smile.

“Yes, sir.” David nodded, still kneeling.

Negan rolled his eyes and waved his arm, “I’d like to talk to my goddamn wife now. Get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Katherine and Ben, “In fact, all of you, get the fuck out of here.”

Negan didn’t have to say it twice.
As soon as he gave them the orders to leave, all three of them made a great deal of effort to scatter and get out of there as quickly as they could for fear of any of them getting interrogated by him.

Once they were gone he turned back to you with a coy smile.

“You’re an asshole.” You shook your head, trying not to smile.

“I know. But I can tell the little shit wants you.” He grunted, biting his lip.

“Jesus, Negan. Not everyone wants to fuck me.” You said shaking your head.

“Whatever darlin’, figured I’d go ahead and make it fuckin’ clear for him. He seems to be stuck up your fuckin’ ass.” Negan said, rolling his eyes.

If you didnt know any better, you would have thought you saw some jealousy coming out in him.

“Can’t handle it if he has a crush?” You smirked back to him.

He sat Lucille down on the nearby table and lowered his eyes at you, “I can fuckin’ handle it, but he needs to know,” He trailed off as he jerked you towards him, with a firm grip on your ass. You bit down on your lip instinctively, “That this.. Fuckin’ belongs to me. You are mine.”

“Of course I’m yours.” You said slowly as you rested your chin on his chest.
He always managed to smell amazing.
You were enjoying the tender moment that he was allowing you to have.
You peered up to him, with doe-like eyes.
He shifted his eyes down to you, a smirk trying to break through on his angered expression.

“How’s your leg? I know I haven’t fuckin’ asked in a while.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

“Mending. It’s getting easier to walk, so I’m happy for that.”

He rolled his eyes playfully this time, “Darlin’, I used to think this badass attitude was a fuckin’ put on, but I’m starting to be goddamn convinced that you are - In fact - a fuckin’ badass.”

You felt the corners of your mouth tug as you tried to hold back the huge smile that was spreading across your face, “I’ve never put on.”

“Good. That shit doesn’t impress me.” He spoke in a deep tone before turning his attention from you, towards the pool table that stood in the center of the room.
A mischievous smirk came over his face as he stared at it.
He tilted his head back to give you a seductive look before he crossed the room towards it.

You stood behind for a minute as he ran his hand along the edge of the table, you wondered what he was thinking.
He turned and stretched his hand along the side of it, leaning back into it.

“I’ve got a fuckin’ dilemma here.”

You crossed your arms and walked towards him, “What’s that?”

“Well on one fuckin’ hand, I’d love to play a couple fuckin’ rounds with you..” He ran a hand through his hair before slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “But on the other hand, I’m getting fuckin’ hard at the thought of fuckin’ you right here on the goddamn table right now.” He continued.

The words hit you in your sex like a train. You never fucked him on the pool table and the thought of it made you wet.
You swallowed hard as you stood in front of him.

“Do it.” You answered in a tone that sounded like you were begging.

He expression changed into one of satisfaction and he outstretched his hands to your neck.
He was always quick to clamp his hands around your neck tightly, but this time he was gentle.
His fingers wrapping themselves around you gently as he pulled you towards him. But he knew just as well as you did that he didn’t have to force you to come to him.
You came willingly.
He tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand to let his lips meet yours.
You weren’t used to this in the slightest, you had never had a soft kiss by Negan. They were usually rough and dominating and you didn’t mind that, but actually being able to savour the kiss with him was a different feeling; one that you didn’t know you had longed for until it was happening now.

You could feel his beard rubbing against your face with every movement, and you smiled against his lips.
He tightened his grip onto your neck slighty, only to release you as soon as he did to let his hands wander down your body until they found your ass again.
The kiss between the two of you intensified, his teeth finding your bottom lip, tugging it.
You placed your hands on his abdomen, and you could feel his toned body beneath the t-shirt he wore.
He let out a slight grunt as he began to unbuckle his belt quickly, letting it drop to the floor with a CLACK.
You already knew what he wanted and you didn’t hesitate, your hands wandered down to his jeans and worked on the zipper.

You reached inside, placing your hand on his throbbing member.
You worked your hand up and down it, teasing him.
You looked back up to him, his eyes were focused on yours.
You worked your hand on his shaft, watching his cheeks flare as he gritted his teeth.
You loved watching him get annoyed when you teased him, you pumped your hand up and down his cock slowly a few more times.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” He growled at you, enunciating his words.

You obeyed and released his member from your grasp and slid down onto the stone floor.
You perched yourself up on your knees, waiting for what was to come next.
Negan reached into his jeans, releasing himself from their confines and let his erection spring forward.
You involuntarily licked your lips, it was second nature to you now, and your mouth watered at the sight of it.
You wondered how it was even possible that his dick looked bigger than before.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock simultaneously and brought you towards it, you opened your mouth and let him slide into you.
You were thankful that he went slow, it was more than a mouthful and too much to handle if shoved in all at once.
You tongue began to immediate work over the tip as you felt him sliding towards the back of your throat.
Negan’s grip tightened on your hair as your tongue and lips worked on his shaft, your head bobbing against his grasp.

“Look at me.” He ordered, suddenly.

As you continued, you tilted your heads upwards until your eyes met his.
He towered over you even more than usual now, and his dark eyes were filled with lust and animal like, much like they always were when you fucked.

“You’re always giving me that innocent fuckin’ look. Let’s see how fuckin’ innocent you look with my dick down that pretty fuckin’ throat, babydoll.” He breathed out as he bucked his hips against your mouth, making his dick slide in even further.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you kept eye contact with him.
Your hand worked it’s way up until it was firmly gripped around his shaft, your head continued to bob up and down on his cock.
Negan bit down on his tongue, as you watched him trying to be polite and not thrust his hips roughly into your mouth. His grip tightened even harder around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned out as he tilted his head back.

You kept up a steady rhythm and forced yourself to not stop, you were taking too much pleasure in seeing him start to lose himself while you sucked him off.
For a moment it almost made it seem like he was the submissive one, you were in control of him.
He jerked his head back down to meet your eyes again, and he couldn’t control himself any longer, the grip he had on you now forced your head down even further onto his cock.
You let out a soft moan as you could feel his full length being shoved into you as he thrusts his hips against your mouth a few times.

He finally loosened his grip on your hair and let you free, “Get the fuck up.” He breathed out, pulling his wet cock from your mouth.

You wiped your mouth as you stared up at him.
He bite down on his lip and motioned you to get up with a finger in a “come hither” motion.
Now he seemed more animal than man, and in his eyes you saw only lust.
You raised yourself from your postion, and he grabbed you by the neck suddenly, startling you in the process.
He shot you a quick smirk to let you know it was okay and he pushed you back onto the pool table until your feet dangled over the edges.

He was gonna do it.
He was actually gong to fuck you on the pool table, and it made you hotter than you’ve ever been.
You couldn’t tell if it was because Negan was fucking you on it, or the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch Negan fucking you on it, but either of the thoughts made you more wet than the next.
He didn’t waste anytime undoing your pants, stripping them from your body.
Your damp panties clung to your sex with how turned on you already were.

Negan noticed immediately as he ran a finger along of the edge of them, looking down at you, “Goddamn, you’re gonna soak my fuckin’ pool table, babydoll.”

You giggled softly, “I can’t help it. It’s you.”

A cocky smile spread across his face as he pulled your panties down slowly, “I know. This pussy gets fuckin’ wet for me on goddamn command.”

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table as he lowered himself down into his kneels.
You closed your eyes as you smiled at the thought of him kneeling for you, even if it was just for him giving you oral.
Your back began to arch involuntarily as his beard scratched against the inside of your thighs.
You were so glad it had grown back, you missed the way it rubbed against your skin, and the chills that it gave you.
Your hand found it’s way to his thick dark hair, your fingers ran through it, ready to tangle themselves in it at a moment’s notice.

His hands gripped around your thighs tightly as his tongue slowly worked it’s way up and down your wet entrance.
You left out a soft moan as your body began to tense up at his touch.
He was doing his best to drive you insane with his teasing, and he was doing a damn good job at it.
You let out a soft grunt, trying to hold back on letting him know how bad you wanted it, but of course he already knew.
You could feel the curl of his lips against your skin as he smiled wickedly at what he was doing to you.

“Is it too fuckin’ much for you, seeetheart?” Negan purred against your flesh.

Yes.

“No.” You squeaked back and gritted your teeth as his tongue slide inside of you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Why was this man so good with his tongue? You thought to yourself.

He worked his tongue deeper into your pussy, slipping a finger inside of you as he went, and your back arched up even more as you gasped.
Now your hands were the ones gripped around his hair as you pulled him further into you.
You could feel him flicking his tongue against your clit rapidly with his fingers working their way in and out of you, and you began to whimper loudly.
Your orgasm was building up fast and you weren’t even sure how long this could go on, but if felt too good to stop.
You planted a foot firmly on the edge of the table and began to rock your hips slowly, grinding your wetness into his face as his nails began to dig into your thighs, you already knew they were gonna leave some marks.

“Shhhit.” You hissed through your teeth as he switched from the steady rhythm of his tongue to biting you.

It was starting to send you over the edge, and you could feel your climax on it’s way to take over your body, but you suddenly developed a yearning for something else.
It was something that you hadn’t felt in a while and something you didn’t know you’d crave, but you did.

His belt.

“Stop.” You groaned, lifting yourself up.

He pulled his head back suddenly and looked up at you, confusion plastered onto his face, “What the fuck is wrong?” He asked as he lifted himself up off the ground.

You let out a labored breathe and shook your head, “Nothing,” You studied his face as you could see he was sort of annoyed that you stopped him, and you glanced down to the floor to see his belt laying there on the ground, then back up to him, “I want you to use it.”

He raised an eyebrow and ran a tongue over his lips as he looked at you quizzically, “Fuckin’ use what, darlin’?”

You slipped off the table and bent down to pick the belt up off the floor, “This.” You purred as you handed it over to him.

He took it from your hands and a smirk spread across his lips,“ You want me to fuckin’ spank you?”

You nodded back, “Don’t you think you owe me a punishment anyway? I mean, I’m always giving you attitude, right?”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, “You’ve got a fuckin’ point, babydoll. And I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said this wasn’t turning me on as much as it is.”

You bit your lip shyly and turned away from him to bend over the table being completely submissive, revealing your bare backside to him.
Negan ran the belt through his hands as he watched you for a moment, allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him.

“How many?” You asked curiously.

Negan snapped the belt, making you jump, “As fuckin’ many as it takes to get the goddamn point across, babydoll, or atleast until I’m ready to fuck you over this table.”

He stepped up behind you and grabbed another handful your hair, he had his body pressed snuggly against yours, and you could feel his erection rubbing against your pussy.
You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He pulled you up roughly so his lips were next to you ear.

“You better fuckin’ count for me.” He whispered seductively into your ear.

The chills washed over you again as his beard scratched against you, “Yes.” You squeaked, almost sounding desperate.

“Yes what?” He demanded, giving your hair a firm tug.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answered.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised, biting your neck.

You nodded in compliance as he pushed you back down onto the table, holding you down with his hand.
Without warning the belt was brought down on your ass with the all too familiar loud SMACK and your skin stung instantly, but left a tingling sensation that you had learned to love.

“One.” You moaned out, outstretching your hands to grip onto the table.

The belt was brought down on your ass even harder the second time. You gasped as it made contact with your skin, making you jump forward.

“Two!” You cried out.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Let everyone fuckin’ hear you scream.” Negan chuckled as the belt was brought down a third time.

“Three.”

You bite down on your lip hard as the stinging sensation increased, each hit coming down harder than the last, but you were finding yourself getting more pleasure than pain down.
Negan ran a free hand down your body, making chills combine with the stinging of your skin.
His fingers found their way to your aching clit and started to rub circles around it.

“Fuck.” Your nails dug into the table even harder now.

“You fuckin’ like it, babydoll?” Negan grunted, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm.

“Y-Yes.” You struggled to talk.

You felt another sharp pain on your backside, “Yes fuckin’ what? You already fuckin’ forget my name, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned back to him.

“More fuckin’ like it. What goddamn number was that?” He smirked back.

“Four.. Daddy.” You bit into your lip.

“Goddamn, you’re being such a good fuckin’ girl.” He threw the belt to the floor and grabbed you by the hair again, pulling you back up to him so his lips could meet your ear again, “How good does it fuckin’ feel?” He said in a deep tone as his fingers began to slide in and out of you, you could feel yourself dripping.
He was making you as wet as he possibly could.

“So good. You’re gonna make me cum, Negan.” You breathed, leaning your body back into his.

“Of course I fuckin’ am, darlin’.” He whispered pulling his fingers out and running his tongue over them, “If only you fuckin’ knew how good your pussy tasted.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

Without warning his cock was shoved into you roughly, and you cried out as he filled up your pussy all at once.
He thrusted his hips against yours, you already knew you really weren’t going to last long at all.
He had already brought you to the brink of climaxing and it wasn’t going to take much more to send you over the edge completely.
He bite down into your neck and groaned as he continued to pump away at you.
Your moans continued to get louder and it only encouraged Negan more.

“Fuck.. I can’t.. Negan!” You screamed out as your orgasm came over you before you could control yourself.

You screamed so loudly that he had to bring his hand up to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek to muffle your moans as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm without slowing down.
He felt so fucking good inside of you.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Everybody is gonna know who this fuckin’ pussy belongs to.” He grunted back in satisfaction, “How many more times will you cum for me before I’m fuckin’ finished?”

You breathed heavily as your screaming began to die down to a series of moans again, Negan’s hips still grinding roughly into yours.
He had already all but worn you out and he wasn’t even done, but you craved more.

It only took a couple of minutes before you had reached your second orgasm, and it was even better than the first.
The pleasure you were feeling was so intense that it was almost starting to turn into a form of torture.
Negan began to bite down on the back of you neck hard as you whimpered and cried out for him as he kept up a steady rhythm.

“Shit.” He growled against your skin as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you down firmly onto his cock a few more times, “Goddamn, you’re about to make me fuckin’ cum, baby.” He slammed you down hard one last time and you could feel the warmth as he spilled out inside of you.

He grunted roughly as he held you in the postion for a bit longer as he leaned his head against the back yours.
You licked your lips and reached up to wipe away the sweat that had begun to bead on your forehead.
He bit down on your neck one last time before you collapsed forward onto the table, and sighed in a satisfied tone.

“I needed that.” You smiled as you let yourself cool off.

“You and me fuckin’ both.” Negan breathed as he pulled himself out of you and buttoned his pants back up.

Once you composed yourself you stood back up, gathering up your clothes to put them back on, “I’ll never look at that pool table the same way.”

“Good. It needed to be fuckin’ broken in.” Negan smirked, pulling you towards him, giving you a hard kiss.

“Maybe we can play an actual game next time.” You laughed.

“Shit, when I see a pool table I’m just gonna wanna fuck you on it.” He scoffed and had a smug look on his face.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

You leaned against the table, “You’re not gonna kill anyone tomorrow, are you?”

Negan gave you a look as if he was surprised by the question, “How would I fuckin’ know, darlin’? If they cooperate, I won’t fuckin’ have to.”

You nodded back, “Fair enough, but I don’t think Daryl would go back there. If you want my opinion.”

“I don’t fuckin’ expect to find him there. But I appreciate the goddamn input.” He said, putting his jacket back on.

You squinted at him, “Then why are we going?”

“To let them know I’m done being fuckin’ nice. Believe it or fuckin’ not, darlin’, I’ve been fuckin’ merciful to them.” He spoke as a serious look came over his face again.

“I know that it could get worse, Negan.” You lowered your head for a momemt, thinking about all of the things you had seen him do to people since you had been with him, but you knew that there was so much more he was capable of.

The rest of that night was quiet, but there were more men on guard duty than before to keep an eye out for Daryl, and to protect the compound if Daryl came back with more than just himself.
Once you made sure that David and the other two were situated, you retired back to Negan’s room for the night to shower and rest up for tomorrow.
You didn’t know what was going to happen, and any trip to Alexandria made you nervous, but with shit continually hitting the fan your anxiety was at a new high.

“What are we gonna do with the new ones?” You asked as you laid in bed beside him.

He glanced over to you, “Who? Those two fuckin’ love birds, and the prick with a hard on for you?”

You rolled your eyes as he kept insisting that David had a thing for you, and even if he did it didn’t matter to you, “Yes.”

He propped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Might as fuckin’ well, they’re your fuckin’ people, time to give those dogs a little fuckin’ training. I don’t fuckin’ trust them to stay here. I mean, when the goddamn cat’s away-”

“The mice will play.” You finished his sentence for him.

He shifted his eyes to you, “You learn fuckin’ fast, darlin’.”

You nodded and gave a seriously look to him, “I had to.” You said as you ran your fingers along the scars on your body.

Negan watched as his face turned into something you had never seen, it looked like guilt, “I know that you did. I would have fuckin’ stopped it if possible.”

“Shit happens.” You said reassuringly.

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▶ 2. adoration [ m ]

Originally posted by jungkooksarms


▶   Genre: Smut. (Werewolf!BTS)
▶   Description: It’s possibly the worst time to forget to lock the doors; Namjoon’s in heat.
▶   Word count: 7,099. 
▶   Author’s note: WHAT HAVE I JUST WRITTEN.


Jin taps his foot impatiently, his eyes simultaneously jumping from the clock and then back down to his younger, Jungkook.

“Hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, reaching for Jin’s arm before pulling away in fear he might jump if he were to touch him. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Jin responds with a deadly glare over in Jungkook’s direction, his fists balled up, just about ready to strike.

“She’s probably just working a little late or something,” Yoongi adds, really paying no attention to the elder besides him.

“I’ve never seen you get like this, hyung.” Taehyung chuckles, flipping over onto his back to relieve some of the discomfort brought on by laying on his front.

Jin scans the room again, noticing that the other two boys, Hoseok and Jimin, were indeed there but, to his surprise, Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Namjoon?” Jin asks dangerously, anxiously popping up from his seat next to Jungkook and running over to the bathroom door. His hand almost magnetizes towards the handle, forcibly opening the door and scanning the dark and empty inside.

“He’s not here, hyung.” Hoseok grumbles with an intonation of annoyance in his voice, plopping down right onto Taehyung’s outstretched legs, a bowl of ice cream in hand. “Do you really not remember?”

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When heroes are human & what comes with growth

Trying to get some of my feelings down on this chapter so I want to take a moment to look a little deeper in the imagery used for this panel in particular.

Its really such a chilling panel in its use of shadows and white space, wherein Toshinori is leaving Izuku as the shadows he leaves behind gradually creep up on him, not quite touching him yet but slowly drawing in on him.

These shadows he creates have taken someone else though.

Clear parallels are being made throughout this arc about Nighteye and Izuku, most prominently felt when Toshinori uses the word fan: 

  • admiring the same qualities about All Might
  • wrapped up in his ideals, wanting to be like him
  • breaking the barrier of admirer, aspiring to be worthy of his respect & confidence
  • having deep affection & concern for his well-being
  • and are shocked with the reality of who he is

Not in the way you find out someone you admire is just terrible but just that the person who you admire is flawed in a real way.

This is what I took most from this: All Might, the great and shining hero who left everyone in awe, is very much a flawed human who has hurt those closest to him with his choices and he understands he has but he can’t turn back because that would mean doing something worse, leaving people in fear and what his master gave him was put in the wrong hands.

All Might can’t let go because that’d mean he was wrong, the decision to make sure everyone feels safe and they have this security was not deserved. He can’t back off and let these ideals lose their meaning because that’d mean Toshinori the quirkless kid, who was given a chance by his hero, was a poor choice.

He lives for the all while ignoring the one: himself and those who are close and care for him in a personal way. its the flip side of what is good and righteous, so selfless and in keeping with their ideals they won’t take a step back for themselves. Thats what Izuku is touching on right now, the ideals that seemed so dazzling he missed what it implicates. 

Toshinori has pushed through personal pain and concern for his wellbeing for responsibilities and duties he feels for a whole. He has to keep the peace, he has to provide society with security, its whats held him together for so many years but he’s just a frail man and its scary and sad for Izuku to see this and not fully understand. He thought he knew All Might by now, he thought no matter what All Might had everything together. 

He even thought he knew All Might’s weaknesses except it runs deeper than physical problems.

Toshinori disregards what he has accomplished and done for thoughts of what he can still do, what it is he has to keep doing. These are the shadows he casts over Nighteye, choosing societies security over his own.

Its the truth you come to realize about people, they aren’t perfect, they make mistakes and sometimes what they do will not always agree with you in the end. Its what you get when you get older, the person in your life you accepted would always be right has cracks and those cracks can be scary because it means uncertainty and it means theres not going to be a clean cut answer to all problems, the grey areas start to show. 

All Might wanted to continue being there for the public, putting up a facade, while Sir just wanted him to lead a fulfilling life without understanding Toshinori had given all that up for his career. He could no longer be an average man because everything he’s put himself through has been for the purpose of being that all encompassing hero.

Toshinori knew this was coming. This was the time Izuku was growing past his more childish attitude and was asserting himself, acting every bit the developing teen he is. He’s coming into his own and that means facing something difficult he may not take well. (Sidenote: Toshinori has never given Izuku his real name before, getting that information from Gran Torino, always referring to himself as All Might as though maintaining that image for both their benefits)

Toshinori asks Izuku himself if he’s ready, giving him the chance to go back and be the kid who doesn’t need to know about his demons, he wants to keep him as innocent for as long as he can. This is something he’s put someone in a similar situation through and he regrets it, he doesn’t want to put that pain, disappointment and the weight of who he is on another kid who looks up to him. He didn’t want to let someone else down with who Toshinori is, trying to spare him the shadows he never meant to cast over Nighteye.

But he can’t keep Izuku where he can manage his growth himself, Izuku is impatient and young. The stakes keep going up and more people surrounding him are getting caught in it. He wants results and he wants to be able to accomplish things instead of having more failures, leaving more people in pain thanks to his inexperience.

Izuku has grown so much from the shy, hesitant person he was before who’d give into discouragement and be content with what he has. Izuku is no longer that kid who used to burst with admiration, he’s growing up and part of that is removing the lens you wear when you look at adults/parental figures you admire. Whatever made them perfect in your eyes isn’t the same anymore, seeing them for who they are and knowing there’s something about them that doesn’t fit with what you thought before. 

You have to take the good and the bad with the progress made.

Izuku, for his part, is growing past relying on All Might’s words to carry him, he’s growing into his own and building the confidence and drive to make shit happen. That means holding his own when he’s told he’s not good enough when he would have felt uncertain before.

 And not shying away from conflict when there’s something insidious going on. All Might not telling him this information himself put Izuku’s absolute faith into doubt, he’s learning All Might may not have everything together.

Izuku’s made strides but it means opening up for something less certain. He isn’t disheartened anymore but that doesn’t mean he’ll be told what he does is right, its the first step to learning just how harsh this work really is and his naive beliefs could lead to a worse outcome.

Reality is harsh and his dream is very open to harsher consequence. He has to overcome his naiveté, to adapt and think on his own, what is right and wrong for him and what has to be done. He’s learned he has to come into his own without relying on the image of All Might. But now he has to wonder: ‘whats under that image?’ Its scary to think All Might doesn’t know what he’s doing, your hero might not have a complete handle on life and what he does to himself is self-destructive.

Sir is still stuck on this himself. The shadows that have engulfed Sir Nighteye, the pain Toshinori puts himself through with his lack of self-preservation, are slowly touching on izuku. He starting to know thats who All Might really is, Toshinori the person who has put his image and ideals above himself.

Toshinori says he’s sorry but its not just for the heavy information he’s shared or choosing Midoriya based on chance, its for everything he really is and everything he couldn’t live as. He’s sorry for not ‘truly’ being the man Izuku had looked up to. Toshinori is sorry for the weaknesses he possess and the people who’ve had to carry the burdens he’s put on them. For being the man who, even after losing half his organs, still pushes himself despite knowing he’ll never last and could die in a horrible way in a foreseeable future. He still knows he could die sadly but pushes through that, not wanting to face himself.

He’s sorry for putting Nighteye through his selfishness and letting Izuku know of it; he’s sorry for not ‘successfully’ embodying the ideals he set out for himself.

Its desolate and nerve-racking and it tears away at him, even if he understands whats best. He’ll never be content and rest on his laurels even after being the first OfA successor to land a considerable blow to AfO. He’ll still keep fighting a never ending battle and may never get the peace he deserves, all because he’ll be anxious if he’s not the one to carry it. Never quite accepting his limits.

He can’t turn back, he has to keep going for himself, its his egotism. Its all he can do is to say he’s sorry and keep going forward because he knows what he’s doing will never reach an end. Thats been his flaw, he can’t stop himself from living this life because its the only one he’s accustomed to.

Everything he’s done was in service to be relied on, it makes him feel lost when he’s the one protected. He has to throw himself into the next labor just to have a goal to shoot for in the greater good (getting Shigaraki out of being a villain). If not, it means facing all he’s denied himself to be that symbol.

All Might may have accomplished more than any hero has before and done everything he could for the world but Toshinori will never be content.

It’s important to have these characters highlighted during this flashback. They’ve gone through what All Might has, they’ve witnessed what he has been through and they’ve had to shoulder through the sometimes troubling choices he’s pushed on himself. 

During the sports fest, All Might couldn’t reprimand Izuku because Izuku was berating his own inadequacy for the situation, he sees far too much of himself in Izuku. Izuku had to learn he couldn’t keep breaking his own body to make sure help was given, he had to learn this himself through failure and troubling those around him, knowing he’s not the only one being affected by his reckless actions.

Chiyo had done her best to nip that behaviour in the bud before it got to All Might levels of troubling, she doesn’t want to continue down the same path they’ve gone down before.

All Might may have been the symbol of peace in society but he’s still Toshinori the man who is frail and can only do so much before he’s worn himself thin but he keeps going regardless of protests. And they are the ones who’ve decided to watch over him since they can’t control what he does, guide and advice but still lack what can set him at ease, giving him the peace he needs. 

They were there then and they’ll continue being there for him the best they can.

And thats the drawback of losing your mentor, they’ll always be the perfect hero in your eyes while never learning their shortcomings.

Toshinori will always aspire and never meet his ideals because he’ll believe Nana could have, she’s peerless in his eyes. He’ll never quite meet her faults in the same way Izuku and Sir have and perhaps he’ll never realize this about himself.

In the end, Izuku is left unsettled by all of this coming from his hero.

The shadows All Might leaves behind have enveloped Sir Nighteye and are slowly finding their way to Izuku.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (18)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Part 18 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

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

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

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31 Part 32   Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 5,210 (Maybe a bit more or less)

(I didn’t expect it to be this long, apologies. Also I really didn’t expect the series to be this long as a whole, but I have so much that keeps coming to mind, apologies again 🙊)

–Also I apologise if the exclamation marks don’t show up red on your device (You’ll know what I mean half way through this part.)


“Jongin didn’t want them dead, if he wanted them dead he would’ve aimed straight for the head or heart, but he didn’t he got their thighs. And he never misses, so he did this purposefully, and he didn’t kill me either so there’s more to this but I can’t figure out what it is.” Minseok nodded slowly in agreement. The rest of the men were standing silently trying to process all that you had said.

“I don’t understand why though, is he trying to tease us. Because if it’s a fight he wants then it’s a fight he’ll get.” Jongdae growled, stroking Yixing’s hair.

You didn’t know how to respond because you didn’t know what he wanted either. All you knew was that you had been played and you felt stupid, thank God you never really began to develop any types of real feelings for Jongin otherwise you would be an utter wreck right now. You were just glad that your best friend was alive nearly losing him made you realise just how important he still was to you and how tied to him you were.

“So that means Yixing was right. He killed Luhan.” Baekhyun breathed coldly, taking a hold of Yixing’s hand and rubbing it in his own. “It was Jongin.”

Minseok’s face went blank, he was losing his colour and his body slowly began to shake. He hadn’t thought about it up until now, but what Baekhyun had said must’ve been true. You jumped at the sound of a glass smashing; looking up you saw Minseok throwing bottles from the shelf onto the ground in a fit of fury.
“I’ll fucking kill that bastard!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, causing you to cover your ears with the palm of your hands.

“Minseok stop, please.” Kyungsoo attempted to restrain him, but instead Minseok shoved his elbow back into Kyungsoo’s nose, causing his nose to start bleeding.

“Get off of me! Leave me alone! He killed Luhan, he was a brother to me, we did everything together! I have every right to be mad. I will kill that fucking bastard!” He stormed out of the Op room, allowing the heavy metal door to slam shut behind him, making the room shake slightly. You let out a heavy sigh, why was nothing in this house getting any better? Everybody’s emotions were continuously spiralling out of control, including yours. You exited the room, climbing the metal stair case to the main part of the house and walked along the corridors to Minseok’s room. Opening the door slowly you saw him squatting on his floor, tears pouring down his face.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked quietly, poking your head around the door.

“Go away; I don’t want to speak to you.”He furiously wiped the tears away from his face with the back of his hands.

“Minseok, you’re just upset. I know how you feel.”

“How the fuck could you possibly know how I’m feeling! You didn’t know Luhan, in fact, who the fuck have you ever lost in your life? I said I don’t want to see anyone and that includes you. Just because you’ve spoken to me once or twice that doesn’t make us best friends. Get the fuck out!” He shouted at you taking his shoe off and throwing it in your direction, you quickly closed the door before it had a chance to hit you. Your heart sank in your chest. After you felt as though you had made progress with Minseok and took 1 step forward, now you had taken 2 steps back, he was regressing back to the hateful Minseok, the one you didn’t like, the one that was dangerous to be around. You were sick and tired of being in this house. You slowly made your way to the living room dragging your feet along the floor. You were slowly losing everyone that you could talk to, Chanyeol and Yixing weren’t conscious, Baekhyun was too busy tending to them, Jongin had disillusioned everyone and if there was any glimmer of hope of even getting close to Minseok it had apparently just died. You dropped your body onto the sofa hugging a cushion tightly and letting tears pool on your waterline. You were so sick and tired of crying, it hurt, it was beginning to give you a headache but it was involuntary by this point.

“Why are you always crying?”

 You screamed, jumping up in your seat you hadn’t realised Kyungsoo sitting on the other sofa to your left. He was holding a tissue up to his nose to stop it from bleeding.
You rolled your eyes at him, tired of the way he acted so bluntly all of the time. Ignoring his question you turned your back to him and continued hugging your pillow.
“You need to get used to stuff like this Y/N. Crying will do jack shit for you. You don’t see us guys crying at every chance we get.” He sighed, blowing his nose.

“I didn’t choose to be here, So if crying is the only way for me to cope, then so be it, i’ll cry my eyes out. I don’t see why it’s any of your concern.”

“You think we wanted to be here? You think I wanted to be here?” he laughed sarcastically looking at you impatiently. “I have a family you know. Had a family…” His voice began to crack, sounding the exact same as it did when he was talking to his mum and brother. You whipped your head up in his direction.

“How did you get here?” You asked putting your cushion down and turning your body so you were facing him full on.

“I just got here.” He said blankly, the same monotone voice and expression he always used. You were beginning to grow tired of Kyungsoo’s mannerisms. At first it was scary, but now it was just boring.

“Gosh Kyungsoo what is wrong with you. Why are you always so moody? You are literally the dullest person I’ve ever met in my life. And I, as an apprentice in a firm have met some very colourless people. I might be a cry baby but at least I’m not sulky, damn it. If anyone needs to change here it’s you.” You frowned at him, you could care less about the tone of your voice right now, if he wanted to kill you it would be doing you a favour anyway. You didn’t want to be here. You got up from your seat about to leave the room, when he spoke up all of a sudden.

“This is the best disguise to wear, didn’t you know?” He laughed sadly, you returned to where you were sat staring at him intently. “We’re all putting up a facade but as far as I’m concerned the others are doing it wrong. Minseok acts all tough; it pulls attention, it makes people want to know his story. Yixing and Baekhyun are too happy even though that’s impossible when you’re living a life like we are. Nobody cares about the straight faced guy with no emotion, nobody asks that kid questions. That’s why I’m doing it right.”

“Well clearly you’re not, because here I am.” You said pulling a ‘this is awkward’ face and cracking your knuckles.

“That’s just because you’re annoying.” 

You put your thumb up at him, disregarding what he just said.
“So what’s your story?” You asked, shifting yourself a little bit further down the sofa and closer to Kyungsoo. His nose had stopped bleeding by now, but the bloodied tissue in his hand was beginning to make you feel queasy. You felt like you’d seen enough blood to last you a life time.

“What do you mean?” He looked up at you. You sighed; if he was going to play dumb then you’d have to treat him that way.

“I mean that the conversation between you, your mum and your brother didn’t exactly go smoothly did it. So why are you here and don’t brush me off I’m tired of getting the cold shoulder?”

He cleared his throat averting his gaze from you. “I left home. I ended up here. Simple.”

You rolled your eyes at him, he was being stupid and it was beginning to piss you off.
“If you don’t tell me I’ll force it out of you.” You got up walking over to him, but he stayed silent.
“I know how you hate being around other people.” You smirked impishly, lowering yourself down onto Kyungsoo’s lap and leaning back against his chest.

“What the fuck are you doing? He hissed in your ear. You tried to stifle your laugh.

“Tell me. Or I’ll stay here. I must admit your lap is comfy Kyungsoo.”

“Get off!” He shoved your shoulder, trying to push you off.

“Ohh Kyungsoo.” You cooed teasingly, “I can’t tell if you want me to get off because you’re angry or because you’re scared that you like me sat here but you’re too embarrassed that you’re feeling some type of way about this.”

“No! Shut up! Get the fuck off!” He pushed you to the side of him, you were laughing now. He looked at you angrily shaking his head but then burst out laughing too. It was a foreign sound to your ears to hear Kyungsoo laugh, but it was nice. Just like when you’d first heard Minseok laugh.
“Why are you so annoying?” He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling now.

You shrugged your shoulders “I’m a business woman; it’s kind of in my job description, pester people until you get what you want. So tell me your story then.” You said impatiently sitting cross legged on the seat next to Kyungsoo, turning to face him. He sighed and the smile disappeared from his face.

“Babu has always been the better one out of the both of us. The cleverest, they always had high expectations for him ever since he was young. He’s always wanted to work in the medical field, I on the other hand was content with being an artist or chef. Either or the two would suit me fine. But my parent’s didn’t really want that. They wanted us to be doctors and lawyers.” He scoffed, shaking his head lightly and looking down at his hands.
“So he was the model son, they payed for all the private tuition he needed, all the equipment that was necessary, they worshiped the ground that he walked on. And although I was jealous and angry with him I still admired him. I was in love with him.”

“You what?” You choked on air, wondering if you misheard.

“For fucks sake Y/N not like that. I meant I loved him the way a younger sibling adores their older brother or sister. Christ, what is wrong with you that’s disgusting.” You laughed sheepishly, embarrassed that you had made such a mistake.
“Anyway, he got his foot through the door, getting a job working as an trainee-something-or-other.  When I got to college I initially picked Art and Culinary catering as some of my modules. I enjoyed it so much but my parents weren’t happy, especially my dad. He forced me to change them to Law and Biology, so I did. I struggled so hard with them I didn’t understand anything. My grades plummeted and I failed my exams. The whole family were so disappointed in me, I couldn’t take it, and so I ran away from home for a few months. But then my father had died. I was never his favourite I knew that much, but I still couldn’t help but feel lost at his absence. When the autopsy came back they found some type of toxic substance in his system, they claimed he must’ve committed suicide, but I knew otherwise my dad wouldn’t have done that. But Babu believed every word they said and blamed my father’s death on me; he said he committed suicide because I had shamed him.” Kyungsoo’s voice began to crack; he paused for a second trying to compose himself before he continued.
“So I ran away for good. I found out about Genesis and these guys. That was six years ago. I’ve been here ever since. Chanyeol wasn’t here yet. He came two years after. I remember when he first came, he was terrified, he said there were so many people he needed to protect; his mother, his father. You.”

Your eyes widened. Chanyeol remembered you at a time like that? You felt somewhat honoured that he wanted to keep you safe.

“That’s why I told him to stop being friends with you. It was the only way he could’ve really kept you safe, like I’ve done with my family. But he didn’t listen to me, now look where you are.”
You nodded your head. Now you understood. You remembered around four years ago when you saw Chanyeol and Kyungsoo hanging out at yours and Chanyeol’s favourite fast food joint, that was the first time you had ever seen Kyungsoo before, you went in to say hi, you remembered how unimpressed Kyungsoo looked to see you and every other time after that, one day you even overheard him telling Chanyeol to stop being friends with you, at that time you thought he was just a jealous colleague who was also a bastard and was trying to steal your best friend away from you, but now it all made sense. “He kept telling me keeping you close was better so he could keep an eye on you. I think deep down he knew it wasn’t true, but I guess it’s hard to separate yourself from people you care about. I wouldn’t want to be away from my girl I suppose.”

“Away from your girl? What are you talking about?” You laughed. Kyungsoo didn’t come across as the Boyfriend type.

“What?”

“What?” You mirrored his question.

“You…Chanyeol…You don’t know.” He dropped his head and cleared his throat.

“Don’t know what?” You smiled at him, throwing a cushion at him.

“Nothing.” He stood up quickly, walking towards the door. “We’ve been talking for much too long I have things to do.”

“No wait, what don’t I know?” You turned around in your seat to face his new position.

“Oh Kyungsoo, you’re here. I need to speak to you.” Jongdae said, poking his head around the corner, Kyungsoo quickly followed him out of the room.

“Hey Kyungsoo! You didn’t finish!” You called after him, but he didn’t answer.

 You sighed to yourself, you had nothing to do. Everyone you could speak to was ‘unavailable’ so you decided to take it upon yourself to revisit Jongin’s room. You had forgotten how badly you had trashed it earlier, stepping over clothes and feathers you came to a stop when you saw a folder on the floor, marked with a familiar symbol:

❌❌  


You picked it up and dusted the feathers off of it. You opened it up slowly, not knowing what you’d find inside. Your eyes closed shut tightly immediately, after a couple of seconds you opened them slowly again. There were very graphic pictures of dead bodies in there. What was this? You thought to yourself, you picked up the desk chair that was on the ground and sat down. Flicking through the photo’s you began to feel sicker the deeper you dug. You came to one photo, the victim was very familiar to you, you’d seen this face in a few photos now. Luhan.
He looked ghostly compared to other photos that you had seen. There was a bullet wound in his chest, his clothes were soaked in his own blood. His eyes open, staring lifelessly into the camera. You removed the photo from the pile and put it on the floor next to you. You continued flicking through the sheets of paper, when you got to a section of notes.
“What the fuck is this?” You breathed quietly to yourself, frowning down at the sheets in front of you.
You hadn’t quite seen something like this before. It was a checklist of things that he had to complete one or two things crossed out, but it was also a mixture of a diary, it was as though Jongin was actively having a conversation with himself on the sheet of paper and it made you feel so uneasy. Just thinking about him made you feel uneasy, to think you had allowed him to kiss your lips, you shuddered at the thought. Some of the notices had a red exclamation mark beside them, you were assuming these were the important things.

Join Genesis

Make alliance and bridge the gap

Find out about formulas

AVERT TO PLAN B- MUST TAKE RADICAL ACTION NOW!

MUST KILL LUHAN- He knows more than he should. How did you not realise Jongin, what the fuck is wrong with you ❗️ ❗️

Yixing is on my case, deal with this Jongin or this going to spiral out of control is this what you want? You don’t want to have to kill him, but you have to do what you must to keep yourself covered. Otherwise all of this would’ve been for nothing. ❗️

There’s definitely something more to this Kris and Tao shit Jongin, use your brain.

YOUR FATHER MUST BE STOPPED. HE MUST BE KILLED. ❗️ ❗️

Remember you ARE NOT the bad guy, it’s all for the greater good Kim Jongin.

You stood up rushing over to the door quickly; you had to show this to Baekhyun. Jongin was a psycho.

“Baekhyun! Baekhyun where are you?!” You ran out of Jongin’s room bumping into Sehun. “Ouch!” You hissed, rubbing your forehead.

“Would you fucking slow down?!” He pushed you against the wall, clearly still in a sour mood from finding out who Jongin was. You weren’t sure if it was because he was the youngest, but Sehun tended to be most effected by all of the commotion in this house, and dealt with it in very poor ways. You attempted to run off again but he dragged you back by your wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Get off of me, I need to see Baekhyun.” You punched him in the shoulder but he didn’t budge.

Completely disregarding what you said he began to talk.
“You wouldn’t know this Y/N but before you arrived me and the boys would go out once every week and have a blast, normally at a club. We’d return home with a whore or two… or five” He laughed to himself disturbingly, then looked down at you through dark eyes. “We used to…well I’m sure you can imagine what we’d get up to with those ladies. But lately it’s been so fucking hectic around here, we haven’t had time to go out and do that. I need to release all of this frustration and anger you know, and some whores would be really good right now, I need to get myself to a club and bring some home. But then I think to myself, hang on a minute Sehun, why do you need to go around collecting whores when you have one right here.” He smiled down at you perversely and pushed his hands down your trousers, his hands were dangerously close to the elastic of your knickers, just lingering there.

“Sehun stop” You cried, trying to push him off, but he was too heavy for you. He used his free hand to yank your hair down, making you cry out in pain. He laughed at your reaction.
“I said stop!” You pushed your knee up into his crotch, causing him to fall backwards and groan in agony. You ran down the corridor shouting Baekhyun’s name breathing heavily out fright and turning round every second to make sure Sehun wasn’t following you.

“For Goodness sake he’s in here with me, what do you want and why are you screaming?” An annoyed looking Junmyeon stepped out of the board with his hands on his hips, you pushed past him into the room and slammed the papers down on the table in front of Baekhyun. “Y/N what’s wrong with you?” Junmyeon turned around, still stood at the doorway.

“I found this in Jongin’s room, look at it!” You shouted towards Baekhyun, pointing at the sheets on the table.

“Jongin?” Junmyeon frowned running up to the table beside Baekhyun and looking at the photos and papers. “What the fuck is this?” Junmyeon whispered, slowly picking up the picture of Luhan, whilst Baekhyun picked up the notes.

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. “But it’s so messed up. Where do you think he is right now?”

“I’m not sure.” Baekhyun said, eyes still wide looking at the notes in front of him, “He could be anywhere but I’ll try and do some digging. This is really useful Y/N thanks.”

“Hey who are Kris and Tao, did they work for Red?” You asked, swaying uncomfortably in your spot, you could see the image of Luhan from where you were stood and it was beginning to make you feel queasy again.

“No. They were one of us. They were the two that went missing the night of the ambush. I suppose Jongin had something to do with that too.” Junmyeon frowned looking at the photo of Luhan in his hand and placing it faced down on the table. You nodded walking towards the door, turning around briskly before you left.

“Hey Baekhyun…When will Chanyeol wake up?”

“I’m not sure, they’re stable right now but it might take a while, we’ll just have to wait and see.”
You bowed your head at him and continued walking, going to your room, you sat cross legged on the floor with your back to the wall waiting for some sort of happiness to hit you. But it never did, you sat in that spot, with your head in your lap for about two hours, only shifting when your legs became uncomfortable. You heard a light knock at your door, sighing, you lifted your head from your lap.

“Come in…Unless you’re Sehun, then don’t come in.” You heard the door open, but didn’t even bother to turn around, to be honest you hadn’t the strength.

“You really need to work on your authority. If I were Sehun I would’ve still walked in.” You raised an eyebrow at the familiar voice, why was he in your room? He came to sit on the carpet next to you crossing his legs too. “I came to say sorry. So I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Minseok? Apologising? I never thought I’d see the day.” You refused to look at him though, you were still mad with the way he treated you.

“Yeah, well my mum raised me with manners, I guess it’s time I started using them. Besides…I don’t know you’ve been making me act all soft. I fucking hate it. It’s bad for my image.” He scoffed.

“Nobody cares about your image Minseok only you do.” You still found it strange that you were having a conversation with him, when this time last month he had tried slitting your throat against a wall.

“That’s not true. Oi… Hey! Are you going to avoid eye contact the whole time?” He poked you in the arm.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“So you’re mad at me?” He laughed mockingly.

“Yes. Yes I am.”
It’s as though you could almost hear him rolling his eyes at you.

“Fine. Whatever. Be that way.” You were finding it hard to believe that both of you were above the age of 20 at this point, you were behaving so childishly.

“Stop looking at me.” You frowned, feeling Minseok’s intense gaze on your body.

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are Minseok I can feel it stop. I said stop!” You turned around to look at him, and he quickly turned his head in the opposite direction. “See I told you. You were staring.”
He let out a sigh uncrossing his legs and laying down flat on his back, you found yourself mirroring his actions, you were looking at him now, staring into his beautifully carved eyes. You laughed to yourself, remembering that that was what you used to call him when you didn’t know his name yet.

“What.” He puckered his brow at you staring intensely at your face.

“Huh? Oh, no. It’s nothing you smiled up at his face. There was something eerily calming about being in Minseok’s presence and yet even though you knew he was capable of being extremely dangerous, that didn’t bother you anymore, not after you saw him tending to the headstones in the graveyard, because you knew that behind this facade he was also capable of exhibiting a great amount of love and care too.
“Ever wondered what life would be like if everything went the right way Minseok?” You asked him, still looking into his eyes.

“Yeah often. I’d like to think I’d have had a well paying job at some sort of tech facility and be married to the perfect woman, or at least have a fiancée.” He smiled softly in your direction, his breathing was slow and relaxed and so was yours. You could stay like this for a long while.
“I guess life wasn’t meant to go the right way for us though Y/N. I believe that God has a plan, and we’re  all here together for one reason or another. I’ve been through so many ups and downs in this house, but I love the boys so much, they’re my family and I would never consider them any less.”

“Why do you think we’re here? It could’ve been anyone else right? You could’ve been any other guy and I any other girl” You asked him, automatically scooting a little bit closer.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but we’re here aren’t we?” You stared into each others eyes in complete silence for a moment, you didn’t realise before but you were laying so close to each other that your faces were almost touching. Your breathing increased slightly getting a bit louder.

“Oh. No… no, we didn’t just have a moment did we. No of course not.” You whispered to yourself, but a little too loudly, he had heard you too.

“No…No actually I think we just did. That was definitely a moment.” He breathed, not moving his gaze from yours for a second.

“So is this moment still going or…cause it’s kind of starting to get a bit awkward.” You whispered back to him.

“Yeah it’s definitely still going, definitely still having a moment.” Minseok said still looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay so can we stop? Or…”

“I mean I’m kind of trying hard to but I really can’t stop staring at your face right now, so I’m going to answer that with a no, maybe?” He answered a little awkwardly.
“Sooo….. what do we do now? My bad boy persona doesn’t really allow me to think past killing and stuff.”

“Well we really should stop, maybe you should leave, before it gets really weird, I dunno?” You looked up and down his face, but still couldn’t rip your eyes away.

“Hmm, you’re right Y/N, that would be ideal, but I’m really paralysed right now. Like shit. I can’t stop staring…you know what, maybe if you closed your eyes that might help? I might be able to breathe and get up then if you want to try…”

“Yeah… I’m sorry I can’t close my eyes they won’t really stop looking at yours. Shit, this is awkward Minseok.” You felt a rush of heat around your body, you genuinely couldn’t stop looking at him, this was definitely the most intense moment you’d ever experienced in your life.

“Okay so now what? We can’t just stay laying on the floor staring at each other that’s weird, no?” Minseok half-laughed sheepishly.

“Well I mean I dunno… If you want to…”

“Yeah maybe. I was thinking that too…”

“If we maybe just…”

“Kiss, I dunno. I mean –”

“Yeah but can we make this quick though?” You said wincing at the awkwardness of the situation.
Minseok didn’t need to be told twice, he pushed his face closer to yours, covering your lips with his. An intense warmness filled your body as he began to slowly kiss you. Slowly and carefully. He placed a hand on the back of your head, pulling it closer to his, so that the kiss could run deeper, it was nothing like you had ever felt before, your heart was racing now double its usual pace. As if on impulse you raised your hand to cradle Minseok’s cheek. He then broke away suddenly the both of you gasping for air.

He blinked up at the ceiling, hands by his side. “Wow. That was umm…”

“Good? Kind of?” You tried finishing his sentence, the sensation of his lips on yours still lingering.

“Yeah. I think that was what I was going to say, I don’t even know I can’t really think straight right now, I’m a bit –”You cut him off with another kiss, which lasted longer than you intended it to.

“Okay. Fuck it Minseok, you really have to leave now.” You said hurriedly pushing yourself away from his body and staring up at the ceiling in a daze. He jumped up to his feet and ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I-I was just going to do that. I umm… can we not tell anybody about this.”

“I won’t Minseok just –Oh my gosh just get out. You’re making this more embarassing. Fuck!” This new level of awkwardness was becoming too much for you to bare, he nodded briskly and ran out of the room closing the door behind him. You let out a breath and burst out into fits on laughter.

How and why on earth did you and Kim Minseok just have a moment.


It was dark and silent now, you were sure everyone in the house was sleeping, but you couldn’t. Not after the fact that you and Minseok were making out on your floor hours before. You pressed your hands to your lips trying to remember the sensation, his lips were soft and his breath was hot. You were completely shocked at how you had received it, but it felt good. You ran your tongue along your lower lip as if trying to taste him again. But this couldn’t happen again, you knew it couldn’t. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing, it had to be. Everyone was so overwhelmed with emotion and you were all dealing with it in crazy ways. Apparently yours and Minseok’s was by kissing each other on a bedroom floor. It would never happen again, you were sure of it. You wouldn’t let it. Your throat was dry, you needed a glass of water.
Creeping out of your room you walked down the corridor to the kitchen tiptoeing as you went.
Looking up you saw a silhouette of a figure in front of you, the person was tall. It couldn’t be Chanyeol, he was out for the count. Shit, Sehun you thought to yourself, taking a few steps back into the direction of your room. The figure stood there eerily for a while, suddenly it came running towards you. The closer it got the clearer he became. Your eyes widened in shock as you screamed.

“Jongin!”

“Don’t be so loud babe, you’ll wake the others. That’s bad manners” He smiled darkly. Pressing a pad of chloroform to your nose and mouth.




Your vision went black.

A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes.[*Smut]

A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx

Request: yes, by several people.

“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.

“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.

“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.

“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”

The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.

“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.

“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried. Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside. 

“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm. 

“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.

“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.

“Never trust a fox.”

I faded into darkness.

When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.

“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.

“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.

He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”

No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?

“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.

“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”

“Stop.” I whispered.

“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.

“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.

“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.

“Stop!” I screamed.

He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”

Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.

“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.

“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.

“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.

“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.” 

I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.

“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.

I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.

“S-stop.” I stuttered.

“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.

My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.

“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.

His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back. 

“Just fuck me.” I half begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.

“Faster.” I bellowed.

He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.

“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me. 

My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively. 

“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.

“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.

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» mafia!yoongi/namjoon, 4.3k, mafia yoongi is pissed [] &  sugamon threesome []

warning: smut (threesome, love hate idk, jealousy?, blow job, hand job, does this count as slight torture?, weird shit man)

“A bet between friends. If you win, I’ll leave you alone and you can live in peace, I won’t try to destroy you or take your people, nothing like that. But if I win, you give me everything. Deal?”

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There’s a lot that gets me about the love story in FFXV and how it relates to the characters, or rather, what gets me about the characterization and how it relates to the love story, but it’s going to be a long read.

TL;DR the characterization tried to lift tropes from previous Final Fantasies ( particularly VII and X ) but XV’s version just seems like a hollow echo that takes the tropes on the surface without actually figuring out why they worked for the characters and their plot, instead banking on telling us that everything is supposed to work out and be coherent and letting nostalgia pull some weight. It also didn’t help that any use of those tropes was completely shot to pieces by the story being a forced tragedy requiring ( in my opinion, unnecessary ) character deaths to be “touching” ( read: edgy ) and playing that tragedy straight instead of subverting it, exposing the writing as having a juvenile lack of vision.

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.5

A/N: Honestly…I don’t really like this chapter all that much but two of my friends loved it. So, sorry if it’s shitty, but I really tried my best.  This was honestly a filler chapter, but I’m gonna try to make sure the next chapter is waay better than this. As you know 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter and I hope you enjoy, hun💕

**WARNINGS**: None, but I got you in 6 & 7 ;)


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“Where’s Y/N?”

“Luke took her sight seeing.”

The minute Michael told Calum that, he knew that he was going to have a bad day. Calum had brought you on this tour with them to keep you closer to him and to somewhat fix what was happening between the two of you. Ever since you two had that talk a few night ago, things had been going well. It was as if you had a better understanding of each other and knew what and what not to expect. You hadn’t left his side until today and of course it had to be because of Luke. Both Michael and Ashton immediately picked up on Calum’s sudden mood change and knew that he was going to be grumpy for the remainder of the day.

You on the other hand thought that sight seeing was the best way to start your day. Luke had taken you all over Florence and had you laughing throughout the entire trip. You had seen the Florence Cathedral, visited the Galleria dell'Accademia, and you even got to try gelato for the first time. It was around twelve in the afternoon when you two finally returned to the hotel, entering the room laughing.

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