black satin sheets

My Virgin Sacrifice


Pairing: Lucifer X Reader
Warnings: Smut, DaddyK!nk, bossy!Lucifer, blood, bad language.
Summary: Y/n is witch who is being sacrificed to Lucifer. In a twisted chain of events there is a wicked witch, a good witch, and a handsome devil. 
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! My drabble Sinful for Lucifer took off so well these last few days, and since I can’t get the Devil out of my head, I decided to give you guys a whole story. I am not sure if it any good, but let me know. I hope you like it. As always, please see my page for more of my work, and look for the master-list which should be out very soon!
Word count of story: Approximately 2500 words


    Your grandmother was a witch, just as your mother was. You had grown up with a love for witchcraft sprouting from their teachings at a very early age. Of course, your family and home coven stayed far away from anything too sinister and dastardly for obvious reasons. Curses, hexes, and demons tended to backfire, or at least end very badly for the witch. Especially when hunters got involved.
    As you grew older you grew fonder of the idea of traveling, absorbing all the knowledge and wisdom you could across the lands. And with a lifted heart and demeanor, you did. Seeing everything you could-learning all you could-of evil and good. But even you could tell that the world was shifting. Demons became more and more frequent, hauntings became more and more deadly, and good witches became few. Even the hunters began to fizzle out one by one. By the time your grandmother left this earth and your mother took control of the coven, rumors had begun to spread about the rise of the true king.
The true one to rule hell and all those that belong to hell. The archangel that had started and would restart the war between Heaven and Hell.
                                   

                                                  Lucifer.

Growing worried for your mother and the good of your coven you returned home, only to find your coven in a state of power-hungry, evil infused paranoia under the charge of a lady who called herself Sirena. Sirena was a force you had never met before. She was cunning and vindictive, and seemingly all knowing. Sirena was quick to punish those she doubted and the returning daughter of the head witch she had overthrown was just that. An opponent to test her power and dedication to her King Lucifer.

     She had attacked you before you had time to even register what had happened.  And after you lay bruised and battered on the ground, she commanded those who used to be your trusted friends to help her bind you.

“Y/n, it’ll all be fine. Lucifer will be every so gracious of your sacrifice. Why, he might even be as gracious as to grant our coven everlasting favor in the courts of Hell! Think of the good you’ll be doing here!” Sirena preached to you as she pulled the ropes tighter to your skin.

“I didn’t sign up for this, Sirena. You know that! You have taken a peaceful coven, and turned all these women vengeful,” You say as you struggle against the bonds that hold your hands and feet.

“Oh sweetheart, that was what your mother thought too, but you’ll see. Everyone will see. I’ve finally perfected the perfect spell, and it’s sure to reach our King’s ears this time,” she said with a wicked laugh. She back away from you to pick up a long-curved dagger from the table nearby. “Just think about it,” she started with another awful cackle, turning back towards you as she played with the knife, “you’re the perfect sacrifice! I mean before I killed your mother, I had heard about her talk about you to the others. You’re still pure-in more ways than one.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you cried, swinging your gaze to your once friends who stood facing you on the far wall, pleading with your eyes for them to save you.

 “Oh Y/n, that won’t work. They are no longer easily persuaded. Now, back to the matters at hand. You know exactly what I mean when I say ‘pure’. You’re still pure of heart, in fact you almost have a childlike sense of wonder,” Sirena pressed the dagger under your chin, forcing your head up and your eyes to hers. “You also have never been-bedded, to put nicely. So innocently pure. A virgin sacrifice for the King. How classically polite.”

   Your eyebrow raised automatically. The bitterness of the situation finding you now, “You polite or nice? I’ve known you five minutes and I’m tied to a chair being sacrificed because I’ve never been ‘bedded’.”

  Sirena’s smile twitched and you watched as her eyes glazed over for a split second before her hand moved. In that second, she moved and you felt the cold sting of the blade across your cheek. When she pulled back again, the dagger was lined with blood, and Sirena? She was looking quite proud of herself.
       “Fine, fucked. You’re just as picky as your mother was. I was trying not to offend your delicate ears, but now I don’t care. With this offering of your blood, Lucifer will practically praise me. That is of course after he rapes and devours you,” Sirena cackled.

She began reciting a spell you in a language not even you had ever heard, but you couldn’t really pay attention to any of that. Your face and your body hurt. Your mother was dead, and your coven betrayed your family. Your life was officially sucking right now, and you could give a damn less what else was happening around you.
A bright light in the room caught your attention, if not for the simple fact it practically blinded you. Sirena began laughing again, spinning and clapping, searching the room with her eyes. She turned to you when the light completely faded with a scowl.


  “It didn’t work!” she raged. “How could have not worked? You slut! You must have fucked someone, or else it wouldn’t have worked. You filthy whore liar! I’ll-“


“Now, now, let’s not be quick to kill anyone, especially my sacrifice,” a cold male voice said filling the room.


       “My King!” Sirena said dropping to her knees. “I apologize for disturbing you, but I thought this sacrifice would prove my willingness to serve.”


  “No, it doesn’t,” Lucifer says stepping into the dimly lit room.

Originally posted by missviciderossignol


When your eyes found his, you almost gasped. He was gorgeous. He was blonde headed and freckled, lean but built, and he had a very arrogant bad boy nature. He regarded you in a calm, distant expression, but it didn’t seem to be one of hate. His eyes seemed to glow back at yours for a second more before he shifted his attention back to Sirena, his look darkening.


“I am trying to plan and carry out the Apocalypse-or did you forget that?” he asked Sirena pacing closer to where she was standing near you.


“I apologize King, I thought she would please you.”


“She looks-quite tasty, but that is not the point. Disturbing me is very rude, when you could have come to me like every other damn demon has with their signs of loyalty. Instead you summon me? Do you have any idea what I was in the middle of?”


“I am truly sorry, it won’t happen-” Sirena began, but Lucifer swiftly cut her off with a hand to her throat. 


The glow of his eyes seemed to brighten and he hauled her into the air with one hand. “Oh,” he said coldly, “I know it won’t.”

Just then Sirena emitted a beam of light from every orifice of her body. Lucifer pretty much burning her from inside out, and casting her lifeless body aside. He turns to you with a raised brow and relaxed look.

  “I loathe power hungry twats who disturb others, don’t you, love?” he asks almost nicely.

You blink back at him for a second before replying, “L-love?”

Lucifer doesn’t answer your question. Instead he comes closer to you expecting your bruises and cut up face. He runs his hands across your bonds, and you feel them dissipate. “No running, pet. Daddy has to heal you and take you home,” he says almost absentmindedly placing his hands on your face.

“Excuse me, what?”  You ask just as the warm feeling over takes you. It spreads through your body, making it hum and shiver, and you shift just slightly in your seat. Lucifer’s eyes connect with yours again and it’s as if he’s warning you to stay still with just his gaze.

The feeling intensifies as it spreads, and soon your body is on high alert, but tired at the same time. You feel your eyes begin to shut of their own accord. Right before the blackness of unconsciousness takes you, you hear Lucifer’s voice once more.

    “Now, let’s get you home.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

   You awoke atop of a king size, black satin covered bed in a dark room. You no longer hurt, but you didn’t know where you were. You weren’t even sure if what you thought had happened had really happened. That would be ridiculous, right?

“It might be for an average human, but not you,” a cold voice that you were becoming all too familiar with said. Glancing up to find Lucifer starring down on you, you almost screamed, but he had already raised a hand to silence you. “I will not hurt you, Y/n. I promise. I even healed your wounds for you, pet.”


“Oh, just stop it with the ‘pet’ stuff already. We both know the only reason you are interested in me is because of that stupid ritual and the fact I am a virgin. I am not yours,” You spat out before you could think to stop yourself.


You watched Lucifer’s eyes darken menace and almost gulped in fear. “I assure you, that isn’t true. In fact, you are mine and I will prove it,” he said darkly.


“You just said you wouldn’t hurt me!” You accuse him quickly.


“And I won’t, but let me show you why you should belong to me.”


You mauled it over for a second. It would if nothing else prevent something like this from happening again, and after his virgin sacrifice infatuation wore off that was the only risk here. He did promise not to hurt you. You looked back at him and nodded. “Okay.”


You were pushed back against the black satin sheets, your arms falling to rest by your head. Your legs spread of their own accord, unable to hide the sudden arousal caused from the angel above you. 


 Lucifer hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth tugged on your lower lip. One hand snaked up to tangle in your hair, using it to roughly pull your head back so he could access your neck. You gasped and closed your eyes as his teeth grazed your skin and found a soft spot you never knew existed.

Originally posted by tess453


Obliviously, Lucifer had done this before. You had not. Starting to feel a bit insecure, you brought your hands up to push back against him, but he wouldn’t budge.


“Lucifer,” you gasp, trying again. “I’m not good enough for this I barely know how to kiss.”


“Don’t even think about it like that, pet,” He ordered silkily as his jean clad hips ground against yours, his manhood already hardening. 


You wrapped your legs around his waist, almost automatically, with a desperate gasp for more affection, or attention, or really anything you could get. One of his hands cupped a breast, squeezing and kneading, while his lips found the curve of the other. He sucked your skin into his mouth, his tongue leaving a cold fire across your skin. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling a sudden wetness pooling between your legs. And in response, Lucifer ripped the shirt from your body.


He chuckled at your attentive responses, grinding his hips against yours. His hand slid from your breast down your side, his fingers a seductive dance on your skin. 


“So responsive for me, pet,” he murmured, kissing his way back up to your neck. He sucked on your neck and as his fingers slid into the waistband of your jeans and ripped those off as well causing you to moan. “That’s my girl,” he grunted, biting your neck. He pulled back and smiled proudly at the dark hickey he’d left on your skin, marking you as his woman for all eternity.


He worked his hand down to your wet heat slowly, and thrust a finger into you, his slow pace never faltering as you wiggled and bucked against him. His hips helped to keep yours steady while he worked you with his hand, his other hand tugging at your hair and his lips alternating between decorating your neck and devouring your now naked breasts.


  You felt a foreign knot building in your belly, but before it could burst, Lucifer removed his finger. You whimpered shamelessly at the loss of contact and he chuckled darkly. He hovered above you, angling his hips so that his manhood rubbed against your entrance, and you noticed you had completely missed how he had gotten his jeans off.  Finding yourself not caring, however you tried your best to hint to him that you needed him with your body.


He growled back at you when he noticed your slight shimmies for his attention and sprung on you like a wild tiger. His lips attacked your skin, as he rubbed his manhood through your wetness. The contact rubbed against your clit, causing your hips to jerk upwards.


“That’s right, kitten. Let Daddy take care of you,” he instructed, sitting back and using his hands on your hips to help position you. You complied, finding little shame anymore in Lucifer’s arms.


Lucifer positioned himself above you, his hands on your hips as he thrust into your sex slowly. You moaned at feeling him inside you, and although slightly strange-there was no pain. Your legs began spreading more to entice him further. He understood, pushing in as far as he could. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Working you over very well for your first time. You moaned loudly and your hands gripped the pillow, all of your senses gone. All you could focus on was Lucifer pounding into you like he owned you. This archangel making you his prize.

Originally posted by palehand


  He leaned over you, one hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head forward. You mewled and turned your head to meet his lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked your tongue into his mouth as he continued his thrusts. While you were lost in his kiss, the hand on your hip slid forward between your folds to rub mercilessly at your clit, earning a string of loud whorish moans from your lips which he eagerly swallowed. 


The knot in your belly exploded, your orgasm gushing. He kept his pace causing you to drag your nails down his toned chest. His hands gripped your hips so he could thrust his hips into yours, his pelvis striking your clit with each thrust, sending your orgasm skyrocketing upwards yet again.


Your name fell from his lips like a moaned prayer, the sound making you moan in return. “Please…” You stammered, wrapping your arms around him. “I-I… I can’t…”


“Not yet.” He ordered and you struggled to take a ragged breath, in a failed attempt to get a hold of yourself. “You are absolutely delicious, pet,” He informed you. “So responsive, so willing.”


“Please….” You whispered. “Just… please.”


“I’m sorry, what was that? Who are you talking to, Little Girl?” He asked innocently.


“Lucifer, please I need you…” You pleaded, grinding your hips up as best as you could. He grunted, but still did not relent. 


“No, pet. What is my name?” He demanded once more, slowing his pace almost completely.


You groaned out, frustrated, but completely turned on. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better, pet.” He growled and without pause, he was buried up to the hilt inside of you once more. You couldn’t help the shriek that was pulled from your lips as he began to brutally slam into you. His lips once again lock onto your chest, sucking. You barely notice as your hands wrap around his back nails digging into skin. “Moan for me, Little Girl.” He grunts, hitting that spot deep inside you.

Originally posted by sensuous

“Daddy!” You manage to choke out as he hits that spot with every thrust.


“I can’t hear you.” He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips.


“Daddy!” You scream as the knot that was building once more explodes, cause your whole body to jerk. Lucifer’s own orgasm followed yours, and as he cried out with you, he held you close as he worked you both through it, slowly. When you both had finally calmed down, he withdrew and looked at you. His next words shocking your ecstasy ridden body.


“If you think you are leaving me, Y/n, you are wrong. You are mine. Forever. My virgin sacrifice.”


Originally posted by sparkling-lucifer

Mint boy’s flower ◆ Part II

Requested by the lovely @thefuturewillbeprosperous

Part I

Genre : Fluff/Smut/Dark/Mafia/Drugs

Paring : Yoongi x Reader

Summary : When a drug dealer meets the rarest flower.

Warning : Very graphic/violent content

English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡


Yoongi rushes into his mansion’s hall & climbs the steps four by four. He runs down the corridor and opens his bedroom’s door. In his king size bed with black satin sheets, Hoseok is lying, eyes closed and face shut. Sitting next to the bed, Jungkook heals some shallow wounds on Hoseok’s bare chest. In the other corner of the room, Namjoon watches them in silence, a cigarette being consumed between his fingers.

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gangster ceo!jungkook;

Originally posted by jjks

  • yall dont realize how fast i got to work on this as soon as i got this request
  • originally it was like “gangster or ceo” but u know.. me….. i cannot chill
  • so!!! background
  • jungkook grew up as your typical spoiled rich boy
  • he had the fliest cars, biggest parties, and everyone was in love with him
  • he woke up everyday on satin black sheets tangled in gold blankets with a new person tucked into his side every early morning, only for said person to get escorted out of the house by his father’s long line of personal assistants
  • as the heir of jeon group, jungkook is a very, very precious person not only to his family but to the press, and he has to keep some semblance of a favorable image if he doesn’t want his father to send out an employee while he’s in Sicily to give jungkook the talk
  • the “talk” consists of a lot of scolding, all of which jungkook is not listening to lmao
  • despite being the heir, jungkook is super ignorant as to where the money that pays for his yves saint laurent shoes really come from

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Safe Word: Spider

Word Count: 1k +

Pairing: Tom x You

Warnings: slight smut, the type of language Steve Rogers does not approve of

Author’s Note: This is my first writing ever I hope you guys like it.

Summary: You and Tom have quality time together and you screw it up…..

The air was stiff as the slow, sensual music played in the background and the dim lighting setting the perfect sexual mood as well as the candles lit . Red rose petals scattered on to the sheets made it just perfect. A cool breeze slipped in from the window plane that made the hairs on my arm stand up.

‘“What’s the safe word again darling?”’

“Spider”

I stare up at Tom as I lied on the black satin sheets underneath my body. I clutched the sheets gently as I stared up at him. This was all I could dream of. This is the quality time we both so deeply desired. I watched as he slowly began to take of his black tie and unbuttoned the buttons off of his button-up shirt. His abdomen gleaming with beads of sweat as his eyebrows furrowed together. That just made him even more sexier to me. With all of the scheduled press conferences and appearances for Spider-Man: Homecoming, We never had quality along time with each other. It had been so long since we last seen each other the anticipation so tangible I could feel it through the air.

Tom took off his black leather belt in an excruciatingly slow pace. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop the ground with a giant thud. He kicked off his pants while holding the belt still in his left hand as he climbed on the mattress. He crawled over to me and straddled me. He grabbed his belt and latched it tightly around my wrists. He looked into my eyes making sure it the belt wasn’t too tight. I gave him a nod of assurance. He smirked as he yanked my legs down to the bottom of the bed. He crawled back up to me and stared me right in my eyes. I’ve stared into Tom’s chocolate brown eyes a million times and his eyes still melt my heart and soul when I stare into them. My breath hitched as he began nibbling softly on my ear lobe.

“Are you ready darling?“ He whispered deep and husky into my ear. God he sounded so sexy. I nodded eagerly.

He began trailing sloppy yet passionately slow kisses from my neck to my hip bone that made my nerves do cartwheels and back flips. I could already feel the purple hickies forming all over my skin. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra easily with his index finger. He grabbed the bra and threw it across the room somewhere in a corner. He began slowly kissing between the valley of my breast. I could feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as I closed my eyes. I slowly clasped my bottom lip between my teeth so hard I thought my lip was going to bleed. The butterflies he was giving me were sending me in utterly heaven. I wish this could never end. As I slowly peaked my eyes open, I saw something black crawling on the ceiling. At first I thought it was my imagination until I could see it clearly with my vision coming back to me.

“Spider”

Tom looked up from me as he kissed in between my thighs and yanked gently at the lacy fabric of my black underwear. He smirked.

“Safe word already baby? Am I going to fast for you? Are the restraints to tight?” He said in a mocking tone.

“No, look” I pointed up to the ceiling with me finger.

Tom’s eyes trailed up to where my finger was pointing to. As soon as he saw the creature, his eyes became the size of saucers. I always knew Tom was afraid of spiders since we first met. To be quite frank, I loved using his fear of spiders against him as blackmail him besides his singing videos. Even if it was the smallest of all spiders, Tom would freak out and leave the apartment for a whole day. To Tom spiders are spiders. Harmless or not. It was actually ridiculous. To be have the title of Spiderman he sure is frightened by spiders. How ironic.

“Shit!” He muttered.

He jumped up so fast I swear I saw nothing but a blur. He grabbed his clothes and ran out the door.

“Tom?! Tom?!” I screamed from the bedroom. He didn’t answer. Now, I was concerned.

All I heard was shuffling of clothes in the living room. I heard the sound of keys jiggling which raised alarm.

“Sorry, Love.” He yelled from the living room.

After that, the only thing I heard was the sound of the front door slamming. I know he did not just leave me here tied up. I know he wouldn’t do that to me.

“Tom?! Tom?! Are you still here?! Tom!? ” I yelled once again yet still no answer.

All I heard next was the sound of a car starting outside and pulling off.

I threw my head back on to the pillow behind me and sighed heavily. Why in the hell did I mention the harmless spider on the ceiling? It probably would have crawled away and been left alone. Why did I have to mention the stupid spider to Tom anyways? I know how he is. I pulled on the restraints Tom left me in only to realize the only way to get out of this predicament was to be done with someone’s assistance. I needed Tom and who knew whenever he was going to be back. He probably wouldn’t be back until the morning. I know how he gets. The first time in months we get to spend together and I had to go and screw it up. I started looking for my phone only to find it across the room charging on the end table next to the door.

“Ugh.” I moaned. Tonight was going to be a long ass night. I can’t believe he left me here like this. Topless and it was cold in here

“That adorable asshole.”

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Innocent Rookie // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by taestylips

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Sexy Fluff // Suggestive ^_^

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Can I request a Suga scenario where he is a n experienced male model and she is rookie. He then learns her the basics. Please make it fluffy and sexy.


Getting into the world of modelling was easy. All you had to do was pay an upfront fee to an agency and they took your headshots and put your name out there for you – so to speak. However, getting into the world of modelling and becoming successful was a completely different ball game altogether.

But as your mother told you before you embarked on your journey to fame; “You reap what you sow, what you put in – you will most certainly get out.” You were of course a very hard working young woman with goals, dreams, aspirations and ambitions. You were also no stranger to the feeling of not winning, but you believed that this humbled you into becoming a gracious loser – something you must learn if you ever expect to be a gracious winner also.

After your last modelling competition which you placed 2nd in a sexy concept shoot, you decided that you needed to ‘up your game’ if you ever planned on winning 1st – something that you had never been able to grab a hold of thus far. And today, you hoped that you would get the experience needed to hone and improve your skills.

Your manager contacted you 4 days ago about a ‘satin boudoir’ photoshoot that you had been scouted for as a rookie female model – they were looking for someone with an innocent look and they picked you straight away upon seeing your soft, doe eyes and had mentioned that you gave off a naive vibe which was very ‘appealing’ to them. What that meant – you didn’t know, nor did you care. You were just happy that someone seen your potential, and you were going to try and exceed their expectations. You had been informed that it was a couple photo shoot, that there would also be a male model. And you assumed he would be some kind of rookie too.

But you couldn’t have been more incorrect.

You arrived at the studio at approximately 10am, giving your name to the receptionist and being handed a guest pass before taking the elevator by yourself to the 14th floor. Upon stepping out, you met your manager – Aria, who had been impatiently waiting for you.

“Oh finally, you’re here! Come on, let’s get you into hair and makeup and then we can have a look at the outfits.” She said all in one go as she pushed you towards the set room.

You walked in, widening your eyes at what was laid out before you. Lights, cameras and a dozen or so set hands rushed about, but you couldn’t help stare at the four poster bed sat at the back of the room in front of a black back-drop. You didn’t get much of a chance to fully observe the rest before Aria was pushing you once more towards a white door with your name on it. You couldn’t help but smile upon seeing your name in black and white, as you opened the door to walk in to a team of hairstylists and makeup artists, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

30 minutes later, you gazed at yourself in the mirror – taken aback at the beauty that lay before you. Smouldering, smoky eyes with delicate false lashes that feathered your eyes, a sleek but dramatic brow, and a classic red lipstick on your lips. Your hair, which had some hair extensions braided in for a thicker, longer effect; fell around your shoulders in loose, playful curls. You smiled up at the makeup and hairstylists.

“Wow…I didn’t know I could look this beautiful…thank you so much!” you said, giggling and not believing you could ever look this good. Aria patted your back and smiled at you in the mirror.

“You have a beautiful face already my love, they just added to that beauty.”

“If Miss (Y/N) is ready, let’s get her changed into her outfit for the shoot. Her partner is ready and waiting, the crew is on standby” a set hand came to inform you all. As you were taken into the adjacent dressing room, you began to feel millions of tiny butterflies fluttering about in your stomach.

“Aria, do you know who my partner is? I haven’t seen him yet.” You asked as you were handed a satin black bra and panties along with a freshly pressed white men’s shirt.

“Less talking, more getting dressed. You’ll see him soon enough.” Aria said, motioning you behind the curtain of the fitting room. You looked at her, before looking down at the 3 pieces of clothing as a look of confusion swept across your face.

“Uhm, where’s the rest of my outfit? They didn’t give me any pants…” you said nervously yet politely, before the entire room of women began to giggle and shake their heads at your innocence.

“(Y/N), that is the outfit. Come on! Hurry up and get changed, everyone is waiting on you.”


You felt almost naked upon walking out on to set in nothing but the provided underwear and shirt. You pulled at the hem, making sure the back was definitely covering your butt-cheeks as you gingerly walked behind your manager. You felt every single pair of eyes studying you as you walked past them. You were glad that the make up team had done such a good job with the concealer, as you felt your cheeks beginning to turn pink under their stares.

It was then you seen him, leaning up against one of the posts on the bed while chatting to one of the set noonas. Min YoonGi – talented, sexy and charming men’s model who was constantly featured on the cover of many fashion magazines both in Korea and internationally. He stood at 176cm and had since changed his hair colour to a pastel grey since his last Vogue shoot. You weren’t sure how long you stood there not breathing, until he turned around to catch your gaze. He wore a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top much like yours, with loose slacks and grey dress pants. He smiled wryly before walking towards you. Watching him, you felt like you were going to pass out, you couldn’t deny that you were absolutely star struck and in awe by him. “Me? Shooting with…him? Surely there’s been some mistake…” you thought as he stopped before you, and bowed slightly to which you bowed just a little lower.

“My name is (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you. You’ve been an inspiration to me and I’m so honoured to work with you today. Please excuse my lack of experience and I will try not to be an inconvenience to you today” you blurted out all in one go. Yoongi stared at you before letting out a breathy chuckle, looking around at the audience of people watching you both, before he leaned in closer to your ear.

“You’ve no need to introduce yourself (Y/N). I’ve heard about you too, so don’t discredit yourself. You are really quite a beauty” he purred, making you feel stupidly weak at the knees. You felt a small shiver run up and down your arms as you felt the wind of him pulling away to meet your eyes again.

“So, have you ever done a concept like this before? With the…uh, the bed?” he slung his head in the direction of the bed which was now made up in black and white satin sheets, the pillows plumped and the lights dimmed to set the mood. You smiled, trying your best not to show that inside you were screaming.

“No, this is my first time. I’ve done sexy concepts a few times, but never with a partner. I’m actually a little nervous right now to be honest, forgive me” you said, your voice dropping a little lower at the end, making Yoongi grin ear to ear in response.

“Ahh, they said you were an innocent beauty, and you have the personality to match. Let me give you one piece of advice; never lose that. Keep it for as long as you can. It’s rare, these days”. You didn’t quite know what he meant by that, but you decided to keep a mental note regardless. He was Min Yoongi after all, and to be given any kind of advice by him was both an honour and a privilege to you.  

“Alright everyone, places! Let’s get this started and we can be out of here before dinner. Yoongi and (Y/N), if you could please make your way over to the bed?” the set director called out. Your heart began to thump in your chest as you sheepishly followed behind Yoongi in the direction of the set.


The first scene wasn’t so bad. It had an element of sexual angst to it, with you and Yoongi sat in the middle of the bed with your backs pressing against each other. You cradled your knees to your chest, while Yoongi sat with his elbows on his knees, his feet flat against the bed. At certain points, the backs of your heads touched as you both looked into the camera with rebellious, sultry stares.

“Perfect! That’s beautiful (Y/N), more angst Yoongi….great, we got it.” The director clapped, obviously pleased with how the photo’s for the magazine were turning out.

“Alright, next scene. Yoongi, if you could stand at the side of the bed, make sure your knees are brushing the covers. (Y/N), I want you in front of him sitting with your legs underneath you while looking up at him. You guys just had a fight, and now you’re making up” he called out, flicking through his booklet of ideas while waiting for you both to get into position. Yoongi was already where he was supposed to be, and you followed suit.

“(Y/N), you need to be closer. I want your face almost touching his abdomen. Come on now, don’t be shy. Be professional”

You breathed in deeply, before scooting forward a few cm’s. Yoongi looked down at you and chuckled, before putting his hands at the sides of your shoulders and pulling you closer to him even further. You almost gasped at the contact, feeling how close you were to him now. Yoongi could sense your nervousness, as he placed his hand below your chin, cupping it in an attempt to comfort you.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a shoot. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Am I that scary?” he cooed playfully into your face, making you blush and sigh in return. You couldn’t help but be embarrassed seeing as he was beyond beautiful and the fact there were other people all watching your every move.

“Oh Yoongi! Stay like that, with your and on her chin. That’s perfect! Lean down more into her face, you’re comforting her. (Y/N), you can’t resist him, you’re slowly giving in to his love, look into his face like you have fallen in love with him…that’s it, yes!”

You held your breath the entire time as you and Yoongi gazed into each others eyes. You could see a gentle playfulness dancing around in them, as you attempted to read him. Yoongi could feel your skin almost burning under his touch, making him silently chuckle at his affect on you.

“Alright, last scene. So guys, please get on to the bed. Yoongi, I want you to remove the slacks and shirt, and (Y/N), I want you on his lap and straddling his waist for me. This is the grand finale, so let’s make it a good one”.

Your heart sunk upon hearing ‘straddle his waist’ as you really believed you would pass out from a lack of oxygen and the amount of nervousness you were feeling. Yoongi removed his shirt, revealing his nicely toned stomach, before crawling on to the bed to meet you.

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just breathe okay? I’m here with you. Let’s just pretend we’re lovers and there’s no one else here. Just focus on me, alright?” he said, as he pulled you on to his lap and placed his hands primitively on your hips. You gazed into his eyes before wrapping your legs around his torso. As you did, he grabbed your waist tighter and shifted you up closer to him, making you squeal a little – causing you both to giggle. You observed his smiling face, and what looked like a hint of natural blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Oh my god that’s beautiful, keep doing what you’re doing guys, you are both amazing together.” The director exclaimed, giving you more and more confidence by the second as the cameras clicked at the flash went off like crazy.

“I think you’re blushing a little, Mr. Yoongi” you purred into his ear, before he bit his lip and stared up into your face. His eyes were that of deep mahogany, and they burnt right into the deepest parts of your soul.

“Well, it’s not every day that I have an incredibly sexy girl sitting on my lap.” He said, his voice laced with lust before he brushed his nose with yours, as you slung your arms around his shoulders – all the while, Mr. Director was practically screaming the house down at how happy he was.

“Thank you…for making me less nervous. I really mean it.” You said sincerely, cocking your head to the side.

“You’re most welcome. In return, you could let me take you out for dinner tonight, if your boyfriend wouldn’t mind it.” Yoongi said casually, making you erupt in giggles at how smooth he was.

“There’s no boyfriend, I’m afraid. But, won’t your girlfriend get jealous?” you teased back, to which he gripped you tighter and wet his lips in response.

“What girlfriend? No one informed me I have a girlfriend?” he replied sarcastically before smiling his infamous gummy smile, making your heart swell in your chest. You couldn’t help but notice how well you fit his body as he nuzzled you further into his bare chest as if you were two pieces of a puzzle coming together perfectly. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, smiling angelically and never wanting the moment to end as you completely forgot about everyone else in the room.

“Aaaaaand, we’re done! Yoongi, (Y/N)…that was amazing. I can’t believe this was (Y/N)’s first time doing this kind of thing. You were a natural, you’ll go far in this industry! Thank you both for working so hard.” The director called out before everyone began cheering with a round of applause. You never felt more proud of yourself as you did right now.

You gently lifted yourself off of Yoongi before handing him his shirt from behind you, hoping that him asking you out to dinner wasn’t just something he said in the moment to calm you and make sure of a better shoot. You looked up at him as he put the shirt over his shoulders.

“I’ll meet you at reception in like, 20 minutes? Is that good for you?” he asked you as he extended his hand to help you get off the bed. You grinned, feeling relieved that it wasn’t just for the shoot that he asked you, before you nodded your head quickly and stepped off the bed and looked at him once more as you felt your nerves and shyness come flooding back to you under his gaze. You took a deep breath, before backing up slowly as he squeezed your hand gently before you pulled away altogether.

“Sure, see you in a bit.”

Stripped (Part 6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2435
Warnings: Language, attempted sexual assault, violence

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent working undercover in a strip club whose owner is involved with organized crime. When you find out he might be in talks with HYDRA Bucky is brought in to help.

A/N: If anyone wants to be tagged let me know. Just one part left! gif not mine, source (x)

The minute you arrive at the club Vito informs you that Anthony wants to see you. You head upstairs to his office. He greets you without acknowledging the bandage on your cheek, the result of his hands on you. He smiles handing you a pile of clothing and a pair of shoes, a “special request” from Nicholai he said. He tosses them to you as he walks towards the bar behind you, pouring himself a drink as he discusses your job tonight, make Nicholai happy.

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The King Who Cried Wolf (2)

Pairing: Werewolf!Reader x Crowley

Word Count:  ~1,800

Warnings: A SHORT SMUT AS SOON AS THE CHAPTER STARTS and some mentioning of eating animals. (Werewolf reader after all)

Author’s Note: Seriously thank you to everyone who has taken interest in this story. I’m so happy with the positive feeback I have gotten just from the first chapter, it’s amazing. This is my first time publishing smut, that is why it’s pretty short. Future chapters will possibly contain more smut. 

(I am also taking requests and prompts <3)

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Timed Prompt #3

  • Prompted by anon : kaisoo - “you mean everything to me”
  • Timing : 00:23:07

Jongin is beautiful. He’s absolutely stunning, with his lips pouted out, and the faded pink wisps of his hair splayed out wildly against Kyungsoo’s black satin sheets. His eyes are closed, long lashes meeting soft cheeks, and his brows are lax as his mind wanders off into deep imagination and parallel universes. The sheets fall short of his shoulders, revealing expanses of caramel skin stretched taut over lean muscles and deep collarbones. He’s shirtless, halfway on his back and halfway curled on his side. His knees bump Kyungsoo’s shins, just barely, making the elder unwilling to move should he cause any disturbance. His cotton bottoms feel extra soft against Kyungsoo’s bare legs.

He should be sleeping. It’s much, much too early for him to be awake just yet, but Kyungsoo is too transfixed on the beautiful sight before him. Jongin sleeps so deeply, blissfully unaware of the eyes scrutinizing each breath he takes; the way his chest expands and deflates in a slowly, steady rhythm. And in this moment, Jongin looks so small. His broad shoulders seem compact, the sheets dipping down along the curve of his waist and jutting out at his hips.

Faint sunshine pours in through the blinds, painting them both in stripes of illuminating light and soft shadows that have Kyungsoo’s heart glowing with unspeakable warmth and affection. Never has he felt so strongly over something so simple, a man sleeping in his bed, curled in his sheets, serene and at peace. It’s calming, dripping through his veins like liquid relaxation. Jongin’s fingers fidget slightly, curling towards his palm before easing again. Kyungsoo takes notice of it; barely makes a noise as he brings his own hand to Jongin’s and carefully fits their palms together.

His hands feel like ice in comparison, and he soaks in Jongin’s heat like tears hitting paper; expanding and blurring beautiful cursive ink in the most poetic of ways. He brings his lips closer, silently, pressing a quiet kiss to Jongin’s knuckles that extends over several heartbeats.

He’s so in love, so in love. He’s never been so sure. He tilts his head down, resting his forehead against Jongin’s fingers as he shuts his eyes, and whispers. Whispers softly, delicately, like the sweetest of secrets.

“You mean everything to me.”

Valentines Day with Partheno

Partheno x Reader

When you opened the door, the apartment was completely dark. You flipped on the hallway light and saw something lying on the dining room table. When you got closer, you realized what it was. A box, sitting open with a red, lacy babydoll lingerie set. You pulled it out and ran your hands over it. Then you noticed a note underneath it in Partheno’s scribble.

“Put this on. Then bring that sexy little ass to the bedroom.”

You weren’t sure what to think but you did as the note instructed, stripping yourself of your clothes and changing into the lingerie.
You reached the bedroom door and saw it was cracked, completely dark except the flicker of what appeared to be candles. “Partheno?” you called out, as you slowly opened it. There were candles everywhere. Your bed had been remade with black satin sheets.

“Partheno?” you asked again, as you stood in the room taking it all in. He stepped out of the bathroom. He only had on his pants. "Hey, _____,” he smiled, one of those devious little smiles. "What’s going on?” you narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him. "It’s Valentine’s Day,” he said, reaching for two glasses on your dresser that were filled with champagne. He handed you one of them. "But I thought you were going to be busy in the heavens…” you started to say. "And miss this special day?” he asked as he stepped closer. He clinked your glasses together and downed all of his in one gulp. You took several sips of yours before sitting it back down.

“You didn’t have to, Partheno “ you whispered. "Yes I did,” he wrapped his arms around your waist “Besides, if it means I get to see you dressed like that…” You slapped at his bare shoulder and he chuckled against the side of your neck. "It was my favorite one in the store,” he breathed against your ear “I knew you’d look sexy as hell in it.” He lifted your chin up with his finger and pressed his nose against yours. "I love you.” His hands roamed all over your lace clad body as he devoured your mouth with his own. You started backing him toward the bed as you helped him out of his pants. You pushed him down, straddling him and ran your hands along his smooth chest.

On instinct alone, you reached over and picked up one of the candles sitting on the nightstand. “What are you gonna do with that?” Partheno asked in a deep, sexy voice. He knew exactly what you were thinking and you could see the idea was turning him on already. You tilted the candle over, letting the hot wax fall off slowly onto his skin. He moaned, his hand snaking between your legs to rub against your already wet thong panties. You dropped another bit of wax a little further down his chest and he hissed in pleasure.

“That feel good?” You leaned over and ran your tongue over his lips, his own just barely licking you before you pulled away. "Do it again,” his eyes stared into yours, his arousal growing by the minute as he continued to stroke your clit through the thin lace. You slid back, dropping a small trail down his stomach before you sat it back down. "Fuck,” he groaned, his hand sliding from between your thighs and grabbing your face. He jolted you toward him, sucking your bottom lip extremely rough into his mouth. "You liked that, huh?” you giggled when your mouths parted. "Mhm,” he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he rolled you underneath him.

He slowly untied the top of your babydoll and unhooked it, pushing it back to leave your chest bare in front of him. Partheno picked up the candle and raised an eyebrow at you, asking permission. You nodded, chewing on your pointer finger in anticipation. "You look so sexy right now,” he growled, dropping the first bit of wax in the middle of your collar bones. You jumped from the heat. It wasn’t unbearable but it was slightly uncomfortable. He moved further down, dropping a little trail like you did. You started to moan, getting more turned on by the sensation of the wax. Once he was done, he traced the trail with his tongue.

“Partheno,” you whimpered, his dick pressing against the apex of your thighs. "You want me?” he whispered in your ear, with such domination that it made you even weaker. "Yes,” you moaned, wiggling anxiously underneath him. "I want you so fucking bad,” he bit at the shell of your ear before he sat back. Leaning down between your legs, his teeth gripped the skinny band of your thong and he held your legs straight up in the air as he worked them off you.

When he had succeeded, he swung them around his finger with a smirk on his lips before he tossed them aside. "Partheno,” you whimpered again, unable to take the agonizing torture much longer. "Shhh.” He crawled up beside you and lay on his back, his large hands reaching over and pulling you on top of his face. You felt his tongue immediately start flicking at your clit and you gripped the headboard. "Fuck,” you gasped, as he started licking slow paths up and down you.

You used the bed as leverage to start rocking on top of him and his hands dug into your ass as it bounced against them. "Don’t stop,” you panted, your orgasm already building in your stomach. He sucked your clit into his mouth and as he repeated the motion, it crept closer. "Fuck, Partheno,” you started riding him harder.

Finally, you felt yourself contract in pleasure and his tongue lapping everything up. Your screams music to his ears. Partheno pushed you up and onto all fours, positioning himself behind you. His hand came down to slap you hard on the ass and you moaned, your fingers digging into the satin sheets. He slid in to you roughly and you couldn’t help the scream that left your lips then. You leaned up, running your hand along his neck as you kissed him, rather sloppily.

When you dropped back to your hands, Partheno dug his fingers into your hips, picking up the pace. "Mmm yeah,” he groaned “you feel so good.” And he felt amazing inside of you. "Harder,” you squealed, gripping the sheets tighter. His thrusts became more piercing and both of you grunted with each one. His hand came down to slap your ass again. "You ready?” Partheno panted, his hips starting to smack quickly against you. You nodded, unable to form a coherent word. Two thrusts and your orgasm tore through you. He released inside you soon after, as you were still riding your own out to it’s finish.

He slowly slid out of you and flipped you on your back. Partheno dropped over you, holding his weight just above you. A little smile formed on his face and you smiled back, as you were still gasping for air. His fingers started to reach for the wax that had cooled on your chest. “No,” you pushed his hand away “Leave it.” He laughed and pulled you up toward the head of the bed, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "Best Valentine’s Day ever,” you giggled.

Villain 003; KJI

Member: Kai - EXO

Genre: No smut; language warning

Word Count: 6.5k

Summary: Life with badass y/n and detective jongin continues

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Sunbeams, light rays of iridescence pierce through the thin curtains that decorated the windows in the bedroom. Light casted upon the couple as soft snores fell from the plush lips of the slumbering man and the awake woman who stares at him idly. Her eyes following his nose twitches and incoherent mumblings and soft groans from his dreaming stature. She stares at him in awe, wonderment filling the depths of her beautiful eyes as she continues to gaze at him. That glaze of something special within her eyes, your eyes.

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Stay With Me

Originally posted by whovian182

Summary: When the reader has another nightmare, Derek already know the routine.

Author’s Note: This is just a think I wrote after it popped into my brain. I thought it was a really bittersweetly cute idea, so I got it down right away. I really hop you guys like it, enjoy c:

Warnings: Nightmares? 

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My body shot bolt upright in bed, a bloodcurdling scream tearing through my lips. Derek burst into the room, eyes wide as he rushed to my side. He knew the drill by now, knew what to do and say.

“Hey, I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you, I’m right here,” he said quietly, voice a bit frantic as he spoke. His large arms were around me, hauling me over into his lap as his hand cradled the back of my head to his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby. It’s alright.”

I couldn’t stop sobbing, couldn’t loosen my fingers from where they clutched Derek’s shirt. It was too much, too vivid this time. The nightmare played over and over in my head like it still wasn’t done, a bad track stuck on repeat. Derek just held me and let me cry for as long as I needed, gently rocking us back and forth, his lips occasionally pressing to the top of my head as he continued to whispered comforting words.

Finally, after what felt like hours, my breathing was even and the tears had stopped. Derek was still there with me, waiting for me to peel myself away before making any moves. After a deep breath, I untangled myself from him.

“Hey,” he said gently, brushing my damp hair from my face. “You alright?” I didn’t have the ability to speak, so I just nodded my head. God, my sheets were soaked with sweat, just like my clothes. My hands were still shaking, the adrenaline trying to work it’s way out of my system. Derek’s green eyes just watched me for a few moment before he stood from the bed. “Let’s get a shower, huh?”

Despite the fact that it was about three or four in the morning, Derek scooped me up into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom. My eyes stayed fixed, not really looking at anything, just trying not to remember. He carefully got me out of my pajamas, his touch gentle and light on my skin, before starting the water and removing his own clothes. My arms instinctively wrapped around my top half in an attempt to somehow hold myself together.

Helping me in, Derek turned us so that I was under the spray, allowing my hair to get wet. I moved this way and that, tilted my head and closed my eyes when he softly told me to do so. I let him wash my hair with the shampoo, then run the conditioner through it, the whole while whispering sweet words to me. Still, I said nothing.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as Derek ran his soapy hands all over me. It felt nice to be touched, just to know that I wasn’t alone. That was one of my favorite things about Derek and I. We had an intimacy that I’d never shared with anyone else. Here we were, in the shower together, him washing my body for me, hands running around every curve and dip, but it wasn’t sexual. It was sweet and caring, full of love and pure adoration. 

Derek leaned in and placed his lips to my forehead in a lingering kiss before reaching around me to turn off the water. He grabbed our towels, helping me dry off. I stood there, waiting to hear what was next.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna grab some clothes,” he told me, exiting the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later, handing me a pair of panties and a tank top. Derek put his own clothes on, and I watched, silently memorizing him. After getting dressed myself, I looked in the mirror. It was too tight, too hot. I felt claustrophobic. I turned and gently tugged on the hem of Derek’s shirt, giving him my puppy eyes. “What? You want my shirt?” he asked, amusement in his voice. I nodded a bit and he grinned down at me, taking it off and handing it over. I quickly changed, feeling much better. 

Derek moved to stand behind me, placing his hands on my hips. My hair was still very wet and needed attention, but I didn’t have the willpower to do anything about it. Without needing to ask, Derek found my brush and began to work it through my locks. Not his first time.

I leaned into the feeling. I love when other people brushed my hair for me, especially Derek. He always placed tiny kisses on my neck after he brushed it all back, maybe sweeping it to the side if he felt so inclined. It was relaxing. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” he finally said, tone gentle as he met my eyes in the mirror. I only nodded, leaning back against his chest and letting out a sigh. Derek scooped me up again, padding out of the bathroom. When we came to the door of my room, I shook my head vehemently, burying my face in his warm, bare chest. “Okay, it’s alright.” With that, he continued walking, heading down the hall until we were in the main part of the loft where his bed was located.

I always loved the feel of Derek’s black satin sheets. They were smooth and soft against my skin. It made it much easier to snuggle in. He laid me down carefully, thumb brushing my cheek as he kissed my hairline before straightening up again. I knew what he was about to do, and I started to panic, reaching out to grab his wrist before he could turn away.

“Stay,” I croaked, watching as his brows knit together. “Stay with me.” I couldn’t be alone, not tonight. I needed him with me, needed to feel his legs tangled up with my own, his arms around my waist, body curled around me.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, nodding a bit. A sigh escaped my lips and I rolled over just in time to watch him crawl under the covers, scooting close to me. Still, I moved closer. Our noses were almost touching, eyes locked, feet already running up and down each others’ legs. Derek put a hand on my hip, pulling my torso flush to his. I gasped a bit, the close proximity always a bit of a shock every time. 

After several minutes, I allowed my eyelids to fall shut, breathing in deeply to inhale Derek’s scent. It was comforting, a welcome distraction and a promise of better things to come. I felt his hand trace up my side until it was cupping my face, thumb running over my cheekbone, back and forth, nice and slow. I knew he was still watching, could feel those green eyes boring into me. But I didn’t mind. 

Just as I was about to finally drift off, Derek shifted the slightest bit. It wasn’t enough to wake me up, but it roused me enough that I still felt it when he pressed his lips to mine, a feather light touch, an intimate gesture. 

When I fell asleep again, there were no more nightmares.

The First-Timer (Chapter Two Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Romance / Smut

Status: On-Going

Previous Chapter: https://aplagueuponthesehoes.tumblr.com/post/164945098785/the-first-timer-chapter-one 

Author’s Note: All editing issues that can be addressed are finished. As per usual, if you click on the “keep reading” tab, the errors that are still available will disappear! This section actually includes smut, as well, so there’s that. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it!


     “I’ve never been in a penthouse before, so I have zero expectations. Is there something I should look out for? Jacuzzi tub? A tiger chained up in your bedroom? The aforementioned icepick?”

     “You’ve got a solid one out of three.”&#157; A soft ding, the doors opening in almost complete silence. “Not that I’m going to tell you which one, of course.”&#157; He steps through the opening and makes a left, heading towards the farthest end of the hallway. Of course, there isn’t much else up here, save for a single door with a gold plate reading, “Utilities.”&#157; Nothing too exciting going on in there.

     The entrance to the penthouse is actually understated, not that I’d expected a red carpet or men with trumpets. It’s a single door–with multiple security measures, I might add–beneath a minimalist, hanging lamp, and a mailbox has been built into the wall beside the door hinges. Jongdae unlatches the first lock with a physical key before sliding the card through another security mechanism, and the door opens with a faint beep. He uses his shoulder to press against it, and that is when I realize that, despite the simplistic design of the entryway, the door is actually thick as hell.

     “Damn. That thing bulletproof?&#157;”

     “Better be, after the amount I paid for it,”&#157; he says, careful to check that I am inside the apartment before shutting it behind me. We take our shoes off in unison, and the brief reprieve from tension abruptly concludes. After all, I’m in his apartment. There’s not much more stalling I can do, unless I actually do manage to find a tiger in the bedroom.

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Oath | Ch. 8 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Word count: 3887

A/N: I just noticed today that my page looked weird. The text I had in hangeul was written in…I don’t even know how to call that,  the links were not working and the profile photo was different. (the one from the original source of the code I’m using) Now, I don’t know if I should go as far as to call my account hacked but if you happen to receive some weird messages or see me reblog something that is not BTS or K-pop/Korean culture related, then chances are I have been indeed hacked and I would like to ask you to notify me if any of these happen. On another note, here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it! ^^ 

Dark cold night, empty old road in the middle of nowhere, tires squealing in the distance, and the faded sound of a car approaching in high-speed. Where am I? What is this place? Your eyes traced the white lines of the road to the depths of the night where the sound -that only became louder- came from. The sudden light coming from the headlights of a car hurt your eyes. You moved your hand in front of them, trying to block it as you tried to take a sneak at the people inside. But it was worthless. The car was moving so fast that you couldn’t even open your eyes before it passed you. A few more meters down the road it came to a standstill under the bright red color of the traffic light.

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Say Something/// BTS Fic

Originally posted by glow-lovely


Word Count: 1,580 of pure trash


Genre: Angst /Fluff/ Slightly mature themes (implied smut)/ Possible TW (Please use your discretion with this, there are mentions of cheating and other family related-issues)



“Don’t touch me!” I felt the bitterness swelling in my chest. His hands falling helplessly to his side as he surrenders my own from his grasp. We both stood opposing each other, his living room, potting soil and flower petals littering the floor, in shambles from the plant I had thrown. The storm brewing inside of me was a consummate duplicate of the impending storm outside; the storm we both thought we had escaped. “It’s not what you think,” he implored, as I waved his phone in front of his face. I felt my hands shake as I gathered my breath. His mahogany colored eyes shone with desperation as I gazed up into his face. The guilt I saw his eyes laden with was obvious and undeniable. As I considered the eyes of the man who had promised me the world, I felt myself harden. I launched his phone towards the ground and watched as it satisfyingly shattered into pieces. My steps had begun to create distance between him and I as I slowly backed away. This wasn’t the grand romance I had dreamed up in my head as a child.

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Chapter Six: So It Begins

olicity || explicit || angst || 21,643 || more fics

Summary: When Oliver’s boat went down in the North China Sea, he had no idea how much his life was going to change. He never had a choice in anything that happened to him. Never had a choice in what he became; a monster with blood soaked teeth. When a woman crosses his path by chance, he can’t help but find her completely intoxicating. There’s just something about her, but it’s a fleeting moment and he knows he must let go. He’ll never see her again, anyway. There’s no chance for someone like him to even consider letting something so beautiful enter his life. But Oliver is going to learn that sometimes fate can be a fickle bitch.

Chapters: 6 out of 12
Chapter Word Count: 4678
Other Pairings: background Laurel/Tommy, John/Lyla, and Roy/Thea
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence/blood

Author’s Note: one of my favorite scenes is in this chapter. it was inspired by a werewolf book series that i’ve been reading and it is just so amusing to me. @imusuallyobsessed will know what I’m talking about. This chapter is so long (for me anyway) and I actually had to split it into two. 

also- we’re halfway through the story! i’m so glad y’all have been sticking with me!!


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Oliver sat on the edge of a rooftop. Trouble was brewing; he could feel it in the air, the prickle of it on his skin. Something was coming, but he wasn’t sure what it was yet. There was nothing on any of Felicity’s scans. No word from any contacts. It might seem like paranoia was taking over, but he knew. He just knew that something was off.

Maybe he was a little on edge. It was getting close to the full moon and on top of that his nightmares had taken a turn for the worse. The last three nights he’d dreamt of Felicity. Her figure so soft and delicate, sprawled across black satin sheets. Darkness against her warm and light body. His lips on her pale skin and breathy moans falling from her lips. The smell of her arousal invading his nose and making him whine. The dreams always started this way. They seemed so pleasurable, but every night they ended in blood spray. His body would change, clothing tearing as the wolf took over. He ripped into her with claws and teeth, waking up when her scream filled his ears.

Oliver hated the wolf. It was nothing but a beast. Then again so was he. All he did was cause others pain and if he got too close to them, death. There was no way for him to have a normal life with what he was. It didn’t matter if he was lonely, he couldn’t risk it. He couldn’t risk hurting Felicity. He’d been with women in the past, but she was different from any of his one night stands. She was the exact opposite of him; kind, beautiful, the most intelligent person he had ever met and probably would ever meet. Felicity was someone he felt he needed to protect. He cared about her more than he even wanted to admit.

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Wicked Game

Word Total: 2117

Pairing:  General Hux x Reader

Warning: Smut in the end… so yeah

Notes: I have to write it with a straight face, that’s why is so weird….

 

Y/N smirked as General Hux turned his head to scowl at her, a severe façade adorned his face. Intentionally, her finger slowly ran up his hand. His skin was soft at the tip of her finger. She winked at him and marched out of the desolated black hall.

It was a wicked game, everything time she saw General Hux; she “unintentionally” touch him. She was entitled to have fun, being a Knight of Ren had its perks but it was getting to the point everything seemed tedious and repetitive.

Pissing off, the General of the Destroyer was more fun. Killing people, inducing chaos wasn’t amusing anymore. This was far more rewarding than being praised by the Supreme Leader Snoke himself. Why could she say? She like playing with fire.

Y/N walked through the Destroyer. It was one of her leisure days, Kylo Ren was somewhere destroying another room in the Destroyer; it was one of those days that she felt something inside him. Something shining in his darkness. Anywho, she had nothing to do for the day; his tantrums made her free for a least three days, her master hid in that shrine of his; which she wasn’t allowed to enter.

She shrugged it was none of her business, what her master did in his “meditation” days. Something or rather someone else was in her mind.

“Looking for the General, Y/N” She looked up to see Captain Phasma carefully holding her blaster in front of her. Y/N shook her head, the Captain was scary and that’s why she never bother to play pranks on the tall Captain of the First Order. She rather made fun of a Wookie. And she seemed to carry that blaster anywhere she went…

“No…”  She shrugged her shoulders “Why would I? Master Ren, is unavailable for the moment. So…” Y/N thoughtfully added pointing at the direction of the distinctive sounds of a lightsaber crashing against metal.  “Maybe you need report to the Ge—“

“I have important matters to attend, you’ll report to him” Captain Phasma commanded taking a turn and walking the opposite direction from the sounds.

“Yes, ma'am” Y/N shouted at the tall Captain. Everyone in the Destroyer seem busy, she scoffed; nobody wanted to deal with the pettiness or wrath of Kylo Ren.  “Let the pet do all” she growled taking a sharp turn out of the command center.

Y/N walked to the other side of the Destroyer, she closed her eyes and feel if he was anywhere close by. A smirk appeared on her face. Just him. She raised her hand about to knock when… behind the doors… a very disturbing sound reached her ears.

Was that a moan?

She shook her head, maybe she was heari—

“Y/N”

Her eyes widen like plates, she took a few steps back. General Hux was moaning her name.

Y/N tilted her head, maybe this was a training room she never knew about. Maybe he was beating the shit out of a mannequin, yeah… “What are you doing here? You’re off limits, L/N”

Y/N jumped back and glared at the Stormtrooper. “This are the General’s private chambers”

“Really? I didn’t know… Just tell him that Master Ren is destroying the ship again” Y/N said with a small smile as she slowly back away slowly. A strange hot sensation ran up her neck and spread through her cheeks. She quickly made her down to a desolated hall. She put a hand over her chest, her heartbeat had erratically risen. Did the Gener— No, yes he was a human male with bodily necessities… but with her.

“Maybe if— Using the force for that, but…. No” Y/N paced around the desolated hall, trying to come to rational conclusions. “I admit, he’s cu— no Y/N, you’re a damn Knight of Ren, heartless, merci—“

“Talking to yourself again?”

FN-2187 stood behind her. “I was giving myself a pep talk, are you looking for Captain Phasma?”

“No, she was looking for you. She said to inform you that you need to clean your Master’s doings and then report them to the General” The Stormtrooper stated, Y/N scoffed, of course, she was the maid in this damn Destroyer. “I could he—“

“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” Y/N said with a small smile and went to the direction of the destroyed room.

“Why don’t I go clean the communal showers too?” She growled and all the pieces of metal went flying everywhere. “Stupid First Order, they shall call it I Order you Around” Y/N moved her hands to move the pieces of metal and cable into a neat pile of trash. At least, she knew how to use to the force in that perspective.

It was already late, the halls were deserted and her footsteps echoed against the metal black walls. She found herself in front of the General´s private chambers. The doors were opened, she shrugged her shoulders and one…

There in all his glory was General Hux doing some pushups. Her mouth opened, his pale skin glistened with sweat. “I—“The General quickly stood up and glared at Y/N. “You’re and Kylo Ren, don’t understand the concept of knocking”

“What can I say? The students follow the teacher’s philosophy” Y/N said trying to look anywhere but his defined pectorals. How can a man so thin be so marked? “Since I like to go and take a break, here is the report, now can I go? Or do I have to clean the communal dining room”

“That would be a good idea, for your incompetence” The General stated taking a few steps towards her, but Y/N took a few steps back. A foreign sensation formed in the pit of her belly. A hot sensation settled in her chest.

“Is so hot in here” Y/N commented, she never understood the usage of black clothing. It enclosed the heat so fast. Her eyes locked with the General’s, something inside her ignited her desire for the General. She quickly took a sharp turn. “I need to go” She quickly stated and quickly took an escapade out of the door. She wasn’t allowed to have any contact with the human, sexual intercourse was forbidden.

“I am not finished”

A cold hand settled on her wrist. “General Hux, I—“She gritted her teeth, a strong persuasive impulse wanted her to turn around and kiss him. “Need to go” she looked over her shoulder and saw him. She found herself at the level of his heart, why everyone in charge was so tall? Y/N licked her lips instinctively. “Stupid rules”

Y/N turned around and raised her hand taking the General’s neck and meet his lips into a harsh kiss. She had done this a lot of times when she was younger, but nothing could compare to this. His lips were cold against her warm ones. His hands settled on her waist pushing her against his lithe body. Her palms settled of his chest. His heart erratically beat against them.

They separated for air, Y/N was breathless and her lips felt swollen. “That wa—“ She felt so light headed.

His cold lips attached to hers again, now more demanding. He bit her lips, she moaned as he squeezed her ass softly. Something hard was poking her stomach. And it wasn’t a gun she was sure. Her hand lowered and ran a finger through his clothed member. “What?” She dreamily asked as the General looked down at her.

Without a response, the General took her by her waist, instinctively her legs wrapped against his waist. She let out a breathy moan as his member hit her warm core. “We shouldn’t” he breathed in her ear.

“Nobody has to know about it” Y/N smirked licking the outer shell of his ear. She hit the mattress with force. “Should we keep it a secret?” She inquired as she seductively removed the upper part of her outfit, showing some of her cleavege.

General Hux growled and pounced of her quickly removing the top layer of her outfit. “I am not a very patient man” the General smirked down at her as he slowly removed the rest of her clothing.

“I can see that” Y/N smirked flipping him, she sat with her knees in each of his sides. “Now, General let’s get started shall we”

General Hux tried to get up but an invisible force maintained him against his bed. “Sir you shouldn’t be so impatient, patience is a virtue that is well rewarded” She whispered in his ear and slowly kissed down his neck down chest to where his pants started. Y/N locked eyes with him as she slowly removed the clothing from his lower regions. Her fingers made a trail from his thigh to where his cock; his member twitched at the contact of her hand.

The General let out a groan, Y/N stood up and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. He tried to raise his hand to touch her but a force suddenly was over his hand. “Patience” Y/N reminded him and lay on her knees in front of him.

“For the…” Y/N took his cock in her hand and slowly stroke it, her thumb smeared the precum around his cock for frictionless strokes.

“What are you…?” She had stopped stroking his cock.

Y/N smirked and raised her arm. General Hux felt the invisible restraints disappeared. “You´re insufferable”

“I am, no—“She was flipped on her back. “Oh shit”

She almost had a heart attack watching the General between her legs. Her hands gripped the black satin sheets below her. This was something she had never experienced in her life. Her body was made into jelly, as the General bit, kiss and licked her core. “You taste it better than I imagine”

“Oh… fuck” They were no coherent thoughts in her brain, she could only feel the ecstasy her body experience. Fuck the First Order and everything… this was the best thing that had happened in her miserable life. “Faster…” She bucked her hips against the General´s face that quickly took matters into his hands. His put his arm in her lower stomach to prevent her from moving.

“Patience,” General Hux said in a mocking tone.

Her body started to feel hot, something was building in her lower belly. She tried to close her legs for friction but the General hold her legs apart. She bit her lips trying not to moan, but the ministrations of his tongue on her core were making impossible. “I think I—“ She saw white and a strange ringing noise in her ear wake up from her stupor. “That was” she was panting, Y/N noticed her body was sweating along with his. He lay beside her trying to regain his breathing too.

Y/N felt his lips on her neck. Another wave of desire ran through her, she never knew that the human body was so fragile. Her hand immediately lower and started to stroke him again. “We need to stop,” The General said between labored breaths.

“No, I need you inside me” Y/N muffled her moaned in his neck. A tingling sensation was still present in her core.

General Hux was above her looking at her. “If that’s what you wish” He commented, he aligned his cock to her entrance; he contain himself not to take her right there and fuck her mercilessly.

Y/N couldn’t breathe as he slowly entered her. She closed her eyes waiting for the pain to her lower body subsided. It was being replaced by pleasure. “Move” She opened her eyes looking up at the General.

General Hux started to move slowly. “You’re so tight and wet”

Y/N opened her legs wider to let the General entered her further. She moaned wantonly as he hit something inside her. “Right there, oh yes, fuck” Her orgasm started to build faster than before. Y/N put her hands around his neck and kissed him, as he entered her faster and faster.

She played with his auburn hair, Y/N hanged on life to him; as General Hux kissed her neck. The sensations were stronger than before. All her body trembled with ecstasy. His rhythm started to falter. An intense way of pleasure hit her body, she felt something wet running down her buttocks to her back.

“Where were you?”

Y/N stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder. Kylo Ren stood behind her. A smile was on her face that quickly faltered into a frown. “Nowhere”

“Such a coincidence that you and the General were missing for hours”

Y/N just shrugged her shoulders. “Master Ren, I hate then man I as much as you do” that was a very blatant lie.

She was in love with the man.