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.


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

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
  • he kinda thinks like “oh yeah i’m gonna be the ceo and just dump everything on everyone else nbd”
  • in short, jungkook only finds out what he’s in for on the night of a very big gala being held at the jeon house, in which usually he’d crash and leave five minutes later with a pretty young thing before his father could stop him
  • but this year, his father asks jungkook to help put it together
  • now jungkook has had a lot of bodyguards throughout his life lol
  • mr. jeon is super serious about jungkook getting a stable one who will both protect him and not take his shit
  • jungkook is already mentally groaning at the thought of being assigned a line of bulky, no fun bench pressers and he can feel his freedom slipping away again at the very thought, but he decides not to protest cause he doesn’t want the night to be any more agonizing than it’s already going to be
  • halfway through the gala, jungkook is tucked away at the personal bar in the ballroom, downing his third hennessy and listening to his good friends taehyung and jimin whine about how their families were taking them to the french countryside instead of la for the summer, or how their new bugatti got scratched by one of the butlers, when jungkook spots you
  • you’re not paying him any attention, talking to a young entrepreneur a few feet away in your pretty little red dress
  • to most, you’d look really intrigued by what this guy is saying, but not to kook
  • he can see the scowl behind the curve of your champagne glass, can see the twitch in your fingers as you desperately ache for something to do besides listening to this guy talk about how many successful stock investments he’s had this year
  • bored, and kind of sick of his friends’ talk, jungkook decides he’ll be your knight in shining armor tonight and smoothly sidles up to you, his hand slotting easily into the crook of your elbow as the man before you two frowns like?? um
  • “baby, i didn’t know you got here already. you should have come for me right away” jungkook purrs beside your ear, fingers tightening around your elbow as he begins to slowly inch you away
  • you don’t miss a beat, smiling “apologetically” at the boring stranger, “oops! seems i got lost in conversation with this fine gentleman, darling. we really should be going, hm?” you ask, your free hand reaching around to playfully pop a button on the top of his tux, and he has to strain his legs closer together, mind forming with all the possibilities of what that brown lipstick staining your mouth might look on him
  • “we should” he groans through his teeth, and then shoots the perplexed stranger one last look before whisking you away between the dancing couples on the floor
  • he’s halfway through saying you’re welcome when you wrench your arm away, letting out a frustrated sigh once emerged in the crowd
  • “where’s your room?” you inquire, and immediately jungkook is leading you through elites and socialites from all over the country, up a spiral marble staircase and down four different hallways before he reaches his room
  • as soon as the door is open, you shove him through the crack, much to jungkook’s amusement
  • “i have to say, i’ve never met someone as bold as you before. can’t say i hate it though” he grins, reaching out for you as you begin to stride toward his king sized bed 
  • but as soon as his hand makes contact with your wrist, you wrench it backwards, sending a light kick to his backside and making him tumble unceremoniously onto his sheets, whispering a light “what the fuck”
  • you completely ignore him, walking over to his wall of windows overlooking the moonlit beach before wrenching the dark curtains closed, leaving only the light of the lamps in the room to illuminate jungkook’s shocked expression
  • “it’s like you’re asking for trouble” you murmur, taking a good look around his bedroom before rushing over to his closet, ripping article after article of clothing off the rack to his shock
  • “what the hell- do you know who you’re-” “of course i do, mr. jeon. now put on something comfortable, preferably to run in”
  • you toss a tee shirt at his face and it smacks him in the eyes, leaving him stunned and sitting awkwardly on his bed as he attempts to reach whatever conclusion you’ve clearly already drawn
  • finally, he finds his words again
  • “w-why…?”
  • you shoot him a glare over your shoulder that could freeze hell, as his mouth instantly clamps shut
  • “because someone is here to kill you, mr. jeon”
  • in fact, as soon as you say this, someone is knocking on the door to the room
  • jungkook just abandons the cocky asshole thing in total fear of his life and starts shaking from head to toe, little whimpers falling from his mouth as he realizes the gravity of the situation
  • you don’t finish picking out clothes for him, and instead shove him far into the back of his walk in closet before ripping up the carefully sewn slit in your dress to reveal a set of like four different knives lmao
  • you toss him one and he watches in horror as you use another to hold to his throat, your eyes trained on his shocked expression
  • “do not, under any circumstances, come out of this closet until i say the word. if someone breaks down this door, you stab them and run, understand? don’t look back”
  • all jungkook can do is nod bc he’s nearly pissing his pants
  • he wants to ask so bad why anyone would want to kill him
  • like his family donates to charity religiously, and as far as jungkook knows, a lot of the money his dad makes goes toward research funds for rare diseases and what not, and he, personally, doesn’t think he’s fucked anyone over enough to get a hitman on him
  • you just shoot him a fleeting look that he thinks for a second is sympathetic, and then you shut the door to the closet and disappear
  • unable to contain his curiosity, jungkook peeks outside to see what’s going on
  • as soon as you’re a few feet away from the door, the door is suddenly kicked down and a group of like five guys barrel in
  • jungkook’s knee jerk reaction is that you’re going to die and he wants so badly to go out and help you but you also told him to stay put
  • it’s getting harder tho bc even tho you can handle yourself for now, they’re starting to gang up on you the more irritated they get
  • they’re starting to corner you, their backs turned to the closet, and jungkook thinks this is his only chance
  • he jumps out of the closet and heaves his knife at one of the goons
  • it hits him in the back of the leg, hilt first
  • so now not only are these guys gonna kill him, you are too :)
  • all five turn to look at him at once, and he thinks this is the end, and when he imagined his life ending with him and a pretty girl this was not his first choice tbh
  • suddenly, you reach down and grab one of your stilettos, twisting the heel off, and there’s a hissing noise that fills the room before you toss the shoe at one of the stunned goons and rush past them before they can react
  • you throw yourself against jungkook and shut the door to the closet tight, and seconds later, there’s a loud explosion in his room
  • “here, keep this over your face. whatever you do, don’t breathe until we get outside. and listen to me this time” you hiss the last part as you hand him one of his scarves, making jungkook laugh sheepishly 
  • “but i mean, didn’t i technically just save us back there-” “i still have knives to maim you with, mr. jeon”
  • the party is in complete chaos, but you manage to smuggle him out between all the scared patrons, and soon, you’ve got him in the backset of a bmw with his father in the passenger seat and another guard driving you two to the city
  • “what about mom?” jungkook asks, looking out of the window frantically for her
  • “we got her to your father’s penthouse in seoul already, she’s safe.” you tell jungkook, running a hand through your hair as you let out a tired sigh
  • jungkook finally gets to take a good look at you now, and even though you’re covered in sweat, your makeup is smeared, and your hair is a mess, he’s convinced this is the fastest he’s ever been endeared by a woman 
  • when you notice him staring holes into your head you just shoot him a glare “i hope you know that stunt back there almost got us killed, idiot”
  • usually, jungkook would not settle for someone calling him an idiot, let alone someone he just met
  • but jungkook goes from O.O to heart eyes so quick 
  • “who are you?” he asks
  • “that’s (y/n), your new bodyguard.” jungkook’s father chimes in, with a small, pleased smile on his face as he watches his son’s reaction in the side mirror
  • for once, jungkook does not put up a fuss
  • his father ends up having to explain that their company is aligned with a few powerful mafia families in asia, and that a rival was beginning to rise and wanted to take out jeon industries’ heir as a way to halt income for some of the mafias
  • it takes jungkook a long time to get used to the fact that his family is so linked with crime, and at first he honestly doesn’t even want to believe it
  • his family is also a fifth generation family of notorious gangsters, as he finds out
  • apart from becoming the actual ceo of the company, jungkook was also expected to deal in the crime business that his family had been keeping for decades
  • his father even goes as far as relocating jungkook to the city to live on his own in preparation for taking over the business
  • so far, it’s just him, you, and a few other guards living there who work round the clock
  • the first few weeks with you are kind of hell and heaven for kook
  • any time he attempts to bring home anyone you literally card them at the front door, look up their identity to make sure it matches, do a facial and fingerprint scan, and then when (if) they finally pass your test you honestly pat them down before and after they’re about to leave
  • jungkook is like lol i dont care if they stole anything i can have it replaced
  • but you’ll be damned if you don’t do your job so you do it anyway and jungkook is kinda amused?? he thinks it’s funny that someone actually has to do this for him and you look so cute fussing over his one night stands
  • some of them don’t even come back bc of u and before, he might’ve been pissed but honestly he doesn’t give a damn
  • you’re much more entertaining
  • when he attends one of his first meetings with a few mafia bosses on updated territory negotiations after he’s promoted to ceo, he’s so nervous and pacing back and forth outside the meeting place and he so badly wants to run and hide bc like? people?? social elites he can handle but crime bosses???? no
  • you too are nervous but you can’t show it, especially not with jungkook looking like he’s abt to faint 
  • so instead of panicking too you just place your hand on his shoulder and look him in the eyes with a stern expression and tell him “don’t be nervous”
  • he scoffs bc of course it’s easy for you to say
  • you’ll be standing in a corner and the only thing you’ll have to do is look invisible and make sure a fight doesn’t break out. he has to do a shit load of talking and has to be smart abt what he’s doing and he’s just not ready
  • “i know you’re afraid of them. they’ll know that too. do you know what my physical defense trainer taught me when i got hired to my company?” you ask, and he just shakes his head side to side with wide eyes
  • “she said to imagine yourself as a lone wolf, entering a new pack. you’ve got to be strong, hold your head up high, and show them you mean business. you’ve got to prove yourself worthy. you can be scared, but whatever you do, don’t let them know. even if they try to make you look stupid, do not let them know. they can and will only attack if they sense weakness”
  • part of him is a bit stunned, bc?? you being scared doesn’t really mix in his mind
  • you’re one of the most fearless people he knows
  • but to know that even someone like you could secretly be scared on the inside takes him aback
  • he’s silent for a little while, fiddling with his thumbs, and then he swallows down his fears and steels his face into a stoic expression “alright. let’s go”
  • more often than not, jungkook needs reassurances like these
  • even years down the line, when jungkook is in his twenties and running the crime business like a pro, he still sometimes needs that calming look from you, or that squeeze on his bicep to tell him that everything is alright
  • even though kook has grown into quite the man, he’s very much still an annoying little shit
  • the people he brings home dwindle more and more until you literally have to ask him if you’ve scared all of them away and kook just laughs like “nah i don’t really care about them anymore is all”
  • you know jungkook has three moods
  • ceo jungkook: charming, flirty, conversationalist
  • gangster jungkook: cunning and ruthless
  • jungkook: dances around his living room in his underwear on the fourteenth floor to big bang
  • when you deal with ceo kook, it’s a mix of rolling eyes and resisting the urge to sock him in the throat
  • he really knows how to pack on the cringe-y compliments to make his clients fall for him
  • he’s always sitting around his office, feet propped up on his desk with the first few buttons of his white button up undone, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair and his tie loosened
  • whenever he has an unexpected visitor however, he always asks you to clean him back up
  • he’s all smiles with his hands deep in his pockets as he watches you fix his tie and one day he even has the audacity to wink at you when you’re done and say “thank you, honey”
  • gangster jungkook is calculated. he likes everything to go his way, and he wants complete control over what’s going on in his company from the ground up
  • rumors aren’t appreciated
  • jungkook once caught one of his goons talking shit and spreading rumors to a few others about you, of all ppl, about how jungkook was keeping you on the side as a quick fuck and that you weren’t worth anything to the company besides that
  • what made it worse is that you’d heard, unbeknownst to anyone but jungkook
  • as soon as jungkook walked up to the guy, the goon immediately dropped to his knees and started apologizing and asking for forgiveness
  • “why are you apologizing? did you do something wrong?” jungkook feigns innocence, giving him one of his charming smiles that he reserves for the fake elites he works with at the company everyday
  • the guy just keeps apologizing, saying he shouldn’t have said anything about you in the first place, and starts wailing like a moron until jungkook is so annoyed with the guy he yanks him back up by his receding hairline and brings him face to face
  • “do you know how badly i want to kick your ass for disrespecting my bodyguard right now? she has more worth to me and this company in her pinky finger than you do in your whole body”
  • the guy is really scared now, begging jungkook to spare him, and everyone is just looking on like lmao he had that coming
  • and then you walk over, peel jungkook’s hand away, and give him an appreciative smile, “it’s fine, jungkook. you don’t have to hurt him”
  • and jungkook is abt to argue with you 
  • and then you just. raise your knee and sock the asshole on his knees in the chin, knocking him out cold on the ground “i can do it myself”
  • he falls in love with you more honestly
  • normal kook is your favorite tho
  • when he really lets go it’s just the two of you, being silly
  • sometimes he asks you to play hide and seek with him and claims he’s “fine tuning your skills”
  • the dancing to big bang thing is a common occurrence
  • when you’re off duty, he gets you to change into a pair of boxers with him and dance throughout the house
  • he’s even filmed a few of these dances on his phone and occasionally plays them back on long, stressful flights from here to there, smiling down at the screen
  • even tho you have a place of your own, he tends to ask you to stay over at his
  • he claims it’s for maximum security but really, he just likes having your presence around
  • he likes having an excuse to send his chef away so he can make dinner for two, or to have someone he can talk to abt his worries with business, or to simply just see
  • he’s a lonely man, working on top of everything, and sometimes it hits him just how lonely he is when you’re not around
  • you’ve steadily become a constant in his life he never wants to lose
  • at first you thought it was a bit strange, but sometimes he just asks to hold your hand
  • it might be in the car on the way to the airport or even while he’s attending a press conference
  • when you ask him why he likes to hold your hand so much, that rare sliver of jungkook shines through when it’s not supposed to, “you make me feel safe”
  • you’ve seen a lot of jungkook too
  • from quarrels with his family to actually seeing him butt naked he said he wasn’t embarrassed but he was red all over??
  • jungkook, tho you’d scold him for saying so, would jump in front of a bullet for you before you could for him
  • it made him frustrating when he fretted over you after a fight bc “kook,,, this is my job, i should be asking if you’re okay”
  • sometimes jungkook wonders if you should even be his bodyguard anymore
  • he thinks he cares too much about you to see you hurt like that
  • he thinks about it for a long time, but it only becomes clear to him when a meeting with a potential new crime ally from the states goes horribly wrong
  • the new ally  is unsatisfied with how much jungkook is willing to give to him in exchange for connections and goods, and push comes to shove until bullets are flying
  • you immediately shield jungkook and throw him under the table, but a miscalculated bullet hits your side and fall to the floor, unable to stand much longer
  • jungkook is so frozen in shock he doesn’t realize why you’re kneeling until his people chase the others out of the room and he sees your hands glistening red
  • immediately he’s screaming “no no no no” in his head, and you’re holding on quite well but the look of sheer pain on your face makes jungkook want to never see it again
  • he’s grabbing at you as you slump again him, and he quickly starts dialing the number for his private medical team to get to you asap
  • “i don’t think it hit anything too serious-” you start, but he’s muttering for you to shut up, that he can’t believe this happened, that he should have been more careful
  • all you can do is frown up at him through the pain, “jungkook, how many times have I… had to tell you…? your life comes first”
  • but he keeps shaking his head, holding you close to his chest as he wishes the ambulance to come faster “not to me”
  • thankfully, the bullet hadn’t hit anything bad
  • but it still hurt a hell of a lot
  • jungkook insists that he set you up in the best hospital room, and he keeps taking off time from work to visit you
  • he floods your hotel room with flowers of every color and size, has you on paid leave, and even offers to get you a emotional support dog
  • just bc
  • “do you want a puppy? i’ll get you a puppy. what’s your favorite breed? i’ll even get it a wardrobe for the seasons. we can take it with us to work”
  • having jungkook feigning over you is far more adorable than you expected, and you just let him ramble for a few minutes before he tires himself out and you just peck his cheek and tell him “thank you, but i’ve got a good enough pup right here”
  • yeah…….. he’s blushing
  • no matter how much he pleads you to take lit any other job than bodyguard, you tell him that it’s what you want to do, and that you will protect him until he no longer needs protecting
  • the time you spend in the hospital only reminds jungkook that he never wants to lose you
  • you know even though he’s trying to joke with you and do silly things to lighten the mood, he’s trying to hide the fact that the day you got shot was one of the worst days of his life
  • he truly believed he almost lost you and that alone had left him speechless for hours, waiting anxiously outside your surgery room
  • “you know you’re… you’re the only person i trust this much, right?” he tells you, gently grasping your hand in his
  • you hold it back just as tightly, a soft smile taking over your face as his eyes never leave yours. just being here with him, knowing he cares for you so much… it’s enough to make your heart stutter “i won’t let you down, mr. jeon”
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.”

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.

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? 


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.

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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Bardot Barstool & Chair by Gabriel Scott

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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—


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.

Define Beauty


Summary: Phil finds Dan to be the human embodiment of loveliness, of beauty. The definition of beauty, however, changes for him between the years of 2009 and 2016. (or alternately, phil is fond™ and they turn into domestic little shits as the years pass)

Words: 960

A/N: i wrote this bc I felt bad about being absent in writing but fear not!1!11!! halloween is approaching and im doing something spooky

Warnings: lil bit of smut. nothing major. 

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Blue Eyed Babies

Hi! Can I request an imagine? The reader and joker had a fling. She hasn’t seen him since but she finds out that she’s preggo.. She eventually had the baby, things were going well until she runs into him… Thank you!

A/N: Let me know what you guys think! to the anon who requested it, I hope you love it!!

“You come here often dollface?” The pale faced, green haired man asked as he stood in front of you rubbing his hands down your arms.

“Not really… It’s my friends 21st birthday party. So, I got dragged along I’m not really much into the nightlife social scene.” You replied gazing into his bright blue eyes that had you in such a trance.

“Not one for being social huh? I could change that.” He purred while kissing your neck.

His smell was intoxicating, his skin was warm. He made you feel… safe, like nothing in the world could harm you as long as you were in his embrace. You wrapped your hand around his back feeling the taut muscles through his silky red shirt. He removed his lips from your neck, and tilted your chin up analyzing your face with such curiosity.

“You look like something out of movie doll.” He said causing a smile to form on your lips.

Then ever so slowly he leaned his face closer to yours his eyes flitting to your lips. Next thing you knew he was kissing you. It was the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. His hands went to your waist pulling your body closer against his. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck going on your tiptoes, making it easier to reach his lips. His tongue explored your mouth, leaving a metallic and delicious taste. He bit down on your bottom lip letting it linger between his teeth.

“How about a nightcap?” He purred.

“You read my mind,” You smirked up at him.  

He took your hand and lead you out of the roaring club, while barking at someone named Frost to take over his meetings.

You awoke the next morning, with black satin sheets wrapped around your naked body. The night of passion was still evident from your body. The was a satisfying ache between your legs and love bites littered your soft skin. The Joker laid next to you his green hair messy, with his cheek pressed into the mattress as he growled lightly in his sleep. Quieter than a mouse you slipped out the massive bed, retrieved your clothes and ever so silently left the most dangerous man in Gotham to wake up alone.

The sound of your coffee saying it was ready broke you from your revere. You sighed as you looked down at the pregnancy test that had just revealed your worst fears. You were pregnant with the Jokers baby. You quickly tossed the test in the trash. You went to your pristine kitchen and poured yourself some of the hot coffee, mixing in your favorite cream. You went to put the mug to your lips when you slowly stopped and dumped its contents down the sink. You had remembered that caffeine was not encouraged during pregnancy, and after all you were going to be a mother. It wasn’t such a uncommon horrible thing you thought to yourself. You were doing very well for yourself, in a secure high paying job. Your apartment was nice and even had a spare bedroom with a window that overlooked the city. It would make a perfect nursery, after a little redecorating. You had obviously hoped to be married when you started a family, but that prospect had been looking dismal for a while now. You smiled to yourself and retrieved your purse deciding to get a jump start on all things baby related.

J stretched his arm out across the king bed in search of the lovely little thing he spent last night with. If he was being honest he quite in enjoyed her, she was very pretty, listened well, and not to mention was a riot in the sack. He might just have to keep her around. When his search came up empty, he growled out loud as he lifted his head up to search for her, but the bed was unoccupied. He eyes immediately scanned the room searching for any sign of the women who intrigued him so much. All of her things were gone, except for the black lace panties he had removed from you last night. He snacthed them off the end of the bed and held him in his pale hand. He wanted to be mad at her for leaving without his permission but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to be when he pictured her smiling face. He laughed loudly stretching his arms out as he sat cross legged in his bed and yelled for Frost. Oh he always did love the thrill of the chace, and that is exactly what she was giving. Frost opened the door a solemn look on his face. J’s smile dropped from his face upon seeing frost’s expression.

“What is it?” He growled at him.

“It’s The Penguin sir, he is back in Gotham.”

‘You’ll just have to wait for me girly’ Joker thought to himself as he readied himself to take down the penguin once more.

It had been 11 months since the penguin had been wreaking havoc all over gotham, usually the Joker didn’t mind chaos but when Penguin began taking over the Jokers terf something had to be done.

You had your two month old baby girl, tightly wrapped in her soft purple blanket as you waited in line at the bank. She was her mother’s daughter in every way. From her Y/HC locks that matched yours so perfectly to your same nose and skin tone. You were practically twins other than one thing… she had her father’s eyes. You gazed into her blue eyes that had you spellbound as she cooed at you while wrapping her tiny hand around your freshly manicured finger. You smiled at her, she was just so perfect. BANG! A gunshot erupted, you looked around to see the security guard fall to the floor. As all sorts of characters flooded into the bank heavily armed. One man was in a panda costume while the others had arrays of masks donning their faces, you even thought you had caught a glimpse of a batman. Oh no you thought realizing who it was before you heard the famous laugh. You covered your little girl’s head and pressed her tight to your chest concealing her from view. Relieved that the gunshot had not made her cry. You quickly got on your knees like everyone else and let your long hair cover your face as the Joker delivered his monologue.

“I usually am not one for accompanying my men on average bank robberies, but since this is a bank The Penguin has declared his, I thought i’d tag along for the fun of it.” He shouted at the hostages pacing back and forth on the bank counter while his men emptied the vault.

“Since we have a couple minutes before that pathetic excuse of a police department shows up. How about we play a little game? I like to call it ‘duck, duck, penguin.’” He said as he jumped down and being tapping people on the heads while saying duck.

When he called someone penguin he shot the man in the forehead.  And so he continued his messed up little game.

“Duck” he said while tapping the balding man on his head one person away from you.

“Duck.” he said again while ruffling the little boys hair to the right of you.

“Penguin.” He said as his hand fell to rest on your head.

“Ought oh, we’ve got ourselves another Penguin,” he laughed to know one in particular.

He roughly grabbed your chin and jerked it up to look at him. Recognition immediately flashed across those blue eyes your daughter possessed. You could tell she had fallen asleep in your arms and prayed he wouldn’t notice her.

“Well isn’t this a lovely surprise. Long time no see… HA! I don’t think I ever caught your name dolly.”

“Y/N, my name is Y/N”

“Y/N.” He purred, “Well that feels good on my lips. So tell me Y/N what is that little thing you are trying so desperately to hide from me named? HMM? You don’t want me seein whats under your coat no more huh? HAHA!” He pressed his gun under your chin and made you slowly rise to your feet. It was a challenge to do it with no arms and you would have fallen over if J hadn’t caught you. But the jossle caused your grip to loosen on your little girls blanket and her face was revealed to J.

“A baby!” He shouted with what you assumed to be mock joy, as he clapped his hands together loudly obviously trying to make her cry. She didn’t stir. You wanted to run away and keep her safe, but knowing the Joker he’d probably shoot you as soon as your back was to him. So you stayed, your grip shaking and your eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t hurt her.” You begged.

“Hurt a child? Me? My dear that’s simply terrible.” He laughed loudly causing your baby to stir.

Her bright blue eyes opened to meet the ones she had gotten from her father. He squinted his eyes at her, she looked so familiar.

“What’s her name?” He asked slowly never breaking eye contact with her

“Jay,” you said, “She is named after her father.”

His eyes snapped to yours as you watched the realization of what you were saying spread across his handsome devilish face.

“Well this is certainly… unexpected.”

Aesthetics For The Signs
  • Aries: (Bright Red, Orange, Black) fire, leather, roasted marshmallows, red lipstick, grapefruit, lava lamps
  • Taurus: (Brown, Green, Light Pink) coffee, paved streets, trees, pink roses, lilies, sweaters
  • Gemini: (Yellow, Grey, Light Green)
  • taxis, jackets, tornados, skylines, hourglasses, ice cream
  • Cancer: (Pastel Blue, Pastel Pink, Grey) ocean, pearls, tears, books, overcast, the moon
  • Leo: (Bright Pink, Bright Red, Gold) glitter, crowns, architecture, roses, jewelry, fireworks
  • Virgo: (Green, Brown, Grey)
  • organized desk, plants, cacti, forest, books, grey sky
  • Libra: (Pastel Pink, Pastel Blue, Pastel Purple) ballet, statues, macaroons, lipstick, swans, bubblegum
  • Scorpio: (Dark Red, Dark Grey, Black) combat boots, satin sheets, dark makeup, roses, cherries, dark water
  • Sagittarius: (Blue, Purple, Orange) fire, road/road signs, arrow tattoos, vinyl, mountains
  • Capricorn: (White, Tan, Black)
  • smoke, eyeliner, newspaper, coffee, organized desks, blackboards
  • Aquarius: (Electric Blue, Purple, Turquoise) electronics, neon, butterflies, aliens, feathers, jellyfish
  • Pisces: (Turquoise, Blue, Pastel Blue) painting, mosaic, fog, bedding, water, shells

God I have so much to write and I need to work on my kbb fic but all I can think about are those situations where Kylo goes to the light and leaves the Order and Hux’s reaction to it. Because I so often see the sad, devastated Hux who won’t follow but doesn’t stop loving Kylo and either tries to get him back or eventually goes with him, but nah. Nah son.

I want a Hux who had never let anyone close to him before and the one time he does, the one time he lets himself have something despite his upbringing and culture and everything telling him no, it turns out to be the ruin of him and he’s fucking furious. I want a Hux who is so angry at himself for being weak and even entertaining the notion of love that he spends months on end with barely any sleep or food restructuring everything about the Finalizer aside from it’s bare bones, so Kylo can’t use any of the knowledge he left with to stage an attack. I want a Hux who’s not sure who he wants to burn alive more, Kylo for leaving him or himself for letting him stay in the first place, but all that’s left of his soul is white hot rage that threatens to eat him from the inside out. I want a Hux who defies the gods and the fates and can not, will not let this his unfortunate infatuation with a Skywalker be the ruin of him. He refuses to be Padme, or Han.

But of course he will be, because that’s how it is with the Skywalkers. It’s not a curse so much as their family has been so intertwined with the fate of the universe that anyone they loved would be bound to eventually fall. War is hard enough to survive when you put everything into it, but when you’re in love with the eye of the storm you’ll certainly be swept away to the winds. Hux hates Kylo, but Kylo could never hate him, and that’s why nothing Hux could do would ever really save himself. So when the Finalizer is burning around him, the rest of the bridge evacuated, he isn’t surprised when Kylo walks through the door to finish the job.

And of course Kylo still tries to save him, he never stopped loving Hux or longing for him even after he defected, even after they met again in battle and Hux swore he would kill him personally, even after Kylo reached into his mind to find their memories but instead found them locked away and surrounded by the deep-seeded fear and pain that fueled his new rage. So he yells for Hux to move, that he’ll die here, but Hux is in front of the viewport watching everything he tried to save burn to ashes and Kylo feels more like death coming for him than a savior, and Hux had never planned to go with death in peace. He fights with everything he has but Hux is no jedi, and injured with only a blaster he doesn’t last long. He dies in Kylo’s arms (Kylo is crying for him, of course he is) with his mind swimming in memories he tried years to forget, of soft nights and hushed whispers and his beautiful knight on black satin sheets outlined by the light of the universe outside, and for once Hux stops fighting because only on his deathbed would he allow himself to finally accept that he died to have those memories, he may as well enjoy them one last time.

Kylo never loves anyone again after that, every time he tried he could never shake from his mind two images of Hux, one of him bleeding out in his arms, the other of him curled around Kylo in bed, whispering ‘you’ll be the death of me, I know it’ before he drifts off to sleep.

@trenonny replied to your postsend us some sterek prompts, we is bored and…

One is a street hustler who specializes in three card monty and/or pickpocketing. The other is the person who ALWAYS somehow sees sees through the card swapping or catches them in the process of stealing - but never turns them in. Intrigue and interest ensue?

I only know of the three card monte trick because of Leverage, so this became a sorta Parker!Stiles, Sophie!Derek, and Hardison!Lydia thing (knowing of the show is not necessary to understanding this) (also, this video of the trick blew my mind)

Stiles takes great pleasure in swindling businessmen of all their money.  

Some people call him a hustler—often right after throwing the contents of their wallet at him and storming off—some say he’s an outright thief.  But Stiles doesn’t force people to give him their money, he doesn’t pick pockets (well, anymore), he’s just very smart about what he does.

Lets just say he’s his own kind of businessman.  The people swarm to him, willingly, and he graciously takes them for all the cash they’ve got on them.

Right now, a crowd’s gathered, attracted by his best friend—and inside woman extraordinaire—Lydia, loosing terribly at the Three-card Monte.  

Stiles throws the cards around the table, and the crowd easily follows the queen of hearts around, while Lydia pretends to fumble, and obviously picks the wrong card, to the muttering of the businessmen gathered around her.  A few of them snort, and brag that they could do a much better job.  Hook, line, and sinker.

Lydia winks at Stiles, and dumps a wad of cash on his upturned milk crate, before flouncing off.  The businessmen eye it up like it’s easily attainable manna from heaven, before pushing at each other, eager for a turn.

Stiles looks around the crowd for the richest, cockiest looking man.  Instead he spots, out of the corner of his eye, an atypically dressed guy.  The guy is downright gorgeous—all big hazel eyes, dark scruff, and muscles draped in coveralls, a baseball hat with the logo of a local museum, balanced on his head—his name tag declares him Miguel.  

He’s not Stiles’ usual spectator.  Miguel’s standing off to the side, a sly grin on his lips, almost like he knows, but since he isn’t giving the game up, Stiles lets him be.  

He licks his lips.  Miguel is a tall drink of water, but Stiles has a job to do.  He turns back to his game, and picks a man in a Hugo Boss suit, waving around his wallet like an idiot.

Unsurprisingly, twenty minutes and a few businessmen later, Stiles is counting out a few hundred dollar bills, and the hot guy in coveralls seems to have disappeared into the crowd.  Too bad, Stiles wouldn’t have minded his number.

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nature walks, waterfalls, wild curls, overalls and bomber jackets, cold leftover pizza, black satin sheets, smoke clouds, landscape lockscreens, too many notifications, ignored text messages, songs on repeat, furrowed eyebrows, shy quiet and calm, house plants and plenty of sunlight, window seats, yoga deep breathing // Love Galore by SZA ft. Travis Scott

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“I hate this corset.” You whined as your lady in waiting dressed you for the occasion. It was ( in your mothers words) the most important night of you life besides your wedding: your engagement ball. It wasn’t exactly coming as a surprise to anyone, as you and Luke had been engaged since birth.
It was a political ploy so that your parents countries could be trading allies until the end of time. This was all an extravagant and well thought out plan, except for the fact that you and Luke were far from lovers, or even friends. It had always been hostile between the two of you, both competitive and rather malicious towards each other, the contempt grew as the years went on. Your hadn’t seen each other in 5 years, but your 18th birthday was the past weekend, making you of age to be married.
As your mother tied up your royal blue dress and put the finishing touches on your curls, she pushed you out the door of the dressing room. You took a deep breath as the heavy wooden doors in front of you started to creak open. The trumpets sounded and your heart started to race as you caught a glimpse of prince Luke at the bottom of the staircase. The portrait you received the last June had not done him justice.
Golden blonde hair to match his crown and a black suit that was unbuttoned a little too far, he looked almost too good to be true. His crystal eyes shone in as he looked up towards you and the many chandeliers. As you reached the bottom of the staircase Luke bent down to kiss you hand, your cheeks heating up as he did so. As he stood, he linked his arm with your and pressed his mouth against your ear,
“You’re much more beautiful in person Princess Y/N.”
Your heart rate practically doubled as he brushed your hair off of your shoulder and laced your fingers with his.
“You’re not so bad yourself your Highness.”
As the ball progressed, the two of you got to know each other, trading secrets as he whisked you around the dance floor.
Later, as you pulled a flask from your corset, poised to spike both yours and Luke’s drinks, he came up behind you and put his arms around your waist.
“What do you say we sneak up to my bedroom, princess” he said in between chaste kisses to you neck.
“I bet you’d look so pretty on black satin sheets.”


Demon of The Night

Originally posted by mansaecoups

Summary: A packed club full of sexy guys and girls is the perfect setting for a demon to sneak off with their next victim the question is who will it be? 

Genre: Smut, Supernatural, AU

Length: 1132

Request: HERE

My head was pounding uncontrollably and I doubled over from the pain in my gut. Uhg I waited to long again, I thought as I pushed my way through the sea of people. I already had a private room set aside now all I needed was to find my victim.

 A small circle had formed in the middle of the club and there was an intense dance battle going on at the center. One man was shirtless and his various tattoos showed against his sweaty skin. The second man wasn’t nearly as impressive, but then again he was also still fully clothed so there really wasn’t much of a contest.

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