bruises on my knees for you

NSFW Starters | Rough Sex |

“Open your mouth. Wider.” 

“Face down, ass up. This is how I want you.” 

“Get down bitch, lick my come up off the ground.” 

“You can barely take three fingers…why don’t we try four?” 

“See? You can’t move at all, you’re completely under my control.” 

“I love it when the binds leave bruises on your skin.” 

“On your knees, slut. Stay where I put you.” 

“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to…” 

“Does it bother you that you can’t see me? Good. You’ll never know what’s coming.” 

“Mh, every time I hit you, you tighten down on me…” 

“Count them out, if you mess up once, I’m starting over.”

“Oh, you look so frustrated…I’m not stopping, though. You’ll come when I say you can.” 

“Look at me, slut. I want to see your face when I fuck you into the bed.” 

“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry.” 

“Go on, you said you could get away from me. You lose, pet.” 

“You like when I choke you?” 

“Look at all these marks on you…does it feel good?” 

“Uh-uh, swallow. All of it.” 

“You’re going to take all of me, I don’t care if it’s too much.” 

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ walk.”

“Oh, are you sensitive here? What a perfect spot to torture.”

Imagine if Dudley did have a magical child though.

He and Harry haven’t spoken since ‘I don’t think you’re a waste of space’ and he’s matured enough to realise his parents were not good to Harry, especially since the birth of his own little girls because God forbid anything happened to him and they were treated like Harry was.

On Daisy Dursley’s eleventh birthday theres a knock on the door and his wife, Anita, just stares and he feels his stomach drop because the stern lady on the doorstep is wearing a cloak and pointed hat.

They listen to the woman - Professor McGonagall - explain and Anita is surprised but receptive, Daisy is excited and Dudley is terrified of what this means.

It’s a surprise to his wife and little girl when at the end of her explanation, while Daisy’s flicking through a book with moving pictures and Anita peers over her shoulder, Dudley blurts out ‘it’s safe now then? Your world?’

Professor Mcgonagall gives a wry smile and assures him that the magical world is indeed safe. It dawns on him that she was expecting this, that she’d perhaps researched him and was aware of his relation to Harry.

He then admits to Anita and Daisy that his cousin is a wizard, before turning to the Professor and asking if she by chance knows a Harry Potter. Looking amused, professor Mcgonagall acknowledges that she does.

’D'you know where he lives?’

That does surprise her a bit, and she tells him that yes, she knows and that though Daisy’s acceptance into the school has been confidential up until this point, Harry would likely not mind a visitor if he wanted a word.

Daisy begs to come along and he relents eventually, bringing Anita and their youngest, Poppy, along.

All four of them stand on the doorstep of a modest house that Dudley would call nice if there weren’t squat little creatures snickering and running around the front garden.

The door is opened by a slouching boy with turquoise hair who arches a purple eyebrow at them. He yells over his shoulder for someone named Ginny and steps back to let them in, and, when he notices Daisy staring at his hair, he smirks and a second later it’s bubblegum pink.

Daisy squeals in delight and Dudley is still trying to get his head around that when young girl and boy around Daisy’s age with bright red hair and thick brown curls respectively, hurtle down the corridor.

‘Teddy you promised you’d practice the sloth grip roll with us!’ The girl yells in an accusatory tone.

A woman with hair the same shade of flaming red as the little girl appears with what Dudley recognises as a wand in her hand as the boy with blue hair flashes a grin at them before chasing the two younger children outside to a shout of ‘No higher than the treetops Teddy!’

Harry is much like Dudley remembers him, lanky with a pointed face, straight nose and mess of untameable black hair. It’s awkward, but, apparently forewarned, Harry greets him pleasantly and introduces his wife before Ginny goes outside to reign in a gaggle of children he assumes aren’t all Harry’s.

A woman with thick, bushy hair pulled into a messy bun with a wand stuck in it smiles and makes an effort to talk to Anita. She’s not too strange, he thinks, and reassures them that her parents were just as baffled when they found out she was a witch.

‘Why don’t you take Daisy outside to see the broomsticks, Al?’ Harry suggests to Daisy’s obvious delight and Dudley swears Harry’s trying not to laugh.

By the end of the visit Dudley is more informed about the wizarding world than he ever thought he would or wanted to be. Daisy, with a bruise on her forehead and scraped knees, because despite both his and Harry’s warning she hadn’t been able to resist trying to fly, is bouncing off the walls because ‘daddy how could you not tell us?!’

They visit Harry’s a lot over summer and Daisy befriends Lily Luna Potter and Hugo Weasley. Dudley doesn’t feel up to the trip to Diagon Alley but regrets his decision to not go when Daisy comes back with two owls, 'uncle Harry bought the second one for me! So you can write without having to wait for me to send my owl!’

Petunia Dursley faints when she finds out, and Vernon spends a good half hour cursing and brandishing things aimlessly before retreating to his shed.

Dudley being introduced to what he calls 'all those bloody gingers’ some of whom are only just on the right side of civil to him (one cheerfully introduces himself as someone who once visited his childhood home in a flying car and asks if he’s going to need to do the same for Daisy or will she be allowed to attend without punishment).

Daisy is shocked to find out Harry’s famous, and finds out as much as she can about him during her first term, which she relays to an increasingly guilty feeling Dudley, who’s gradually coming around to the idea.

It’s not as bad as his parents made out it was. He’s learned to understand Daisy’s ramblings about her subjects and spells and is proud of her achievements at school. He’s met a handful of witches and wizards through Harry and the world that he’s always been told is terrible doesn’t seem too bad anymore, after all, how could it with his little girl in it? He is prepared come excitable little Poppy’s eleventh birthday, for her to join her sister at Hogwarts instead of standing jealously on the platform as she leaves.

Poppy Dursley never gets a letter.

ARIES, the world can feel like one giant scratched record, but it’s your responsibility to keep the music going.

TAURUS, you are my best friend and my second heartbeat. our time together is golden.

GEMINI,  fight your battles without bruising your knuckles.

CANCER,  a winter skyline pressed into spring, the weather isn’t as good as you are but i’m glad you’re here.

LEO, come home come home come home already. my knees are violet from begging, my neck empty from missing you.

VIRGO, I hope cities taste like what you dreamed them to be.

LIBRA, your secret playlists are what I think about when I stare at my ceiling fan. everything feels like your eyes. 

SCORPIO, you are eden fruit and glory personified.

SAGITTARIUS, not every fairytale has a good ending, but the crown fits better than my tongue. 

CAPRICORN, you feel like a far-away star who’s orbit I find myself crash landing into with each exhale. I am so fatefully lucky to know you.

AQUARIUS, march is all falling petals and thighs too lonely. this is all temporary though, even you and me and this god. 

PISCES,  your love is  immortal, it is a first religion. pray for me.

—  MARCH MESSAGES TO THE SIGNS, x.v
Saying Things

Peter Parker x Reader

So this is for the precious, most adorable person @dej-okay because she deserves only good things.

Summary: You’d lost count of how many times you’d thought of kissing him. You had never let yourself imagine that maybe, he thought of it, too.

“Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”

Warnings: None. Just A LOT OF FLUFF AND CHEDDAR CHEESE. Words: 3.6k


“Parker,” you cautioned as he not-so-gingerly picked up the beaker that was mostly full of blue liquid that resembled and even smelt a little like Windex, shaky hands bringing it over to your side of the lab table, mixture sloshing around the insides, goggles beginning to steam up around his eyes from how heavily he was breathing, tiny rogue hairs from fallen waves at his forehead fluttering as warm puffs of air escaped from the spaces between funny eye wear.

It had taken the two of you nearly half an hour to mix the contents in said beaker just right, waiting for the telltale appearance of that crystal blue to color the glass and signal the correct chemical change.

You’d both laughed excitedly as you’d watched with anxious eyes, two pairs of goggles level with the table; forgetting that you were still holding glass tubes and going in for a high five, catching yourself with a sheepish expression just in time. He’d offered an air five instead.

“Peter, carefully,” you urged when the clumsy boy caught a sneakered foot on the corner of the table, neon blue peeking at the edge of its container as it swayed inside, nearly raining down on top of the shiny black below it.

“I know, I know, I’ve got this,” a tiny smirk following his words, and you found yourself believing him despite the sound of glass clanking together as he began pouring that blue liquid into the compound you’d just finished mixing up. The puffs of air fogging up both of your goggles stopped as blue hit green and you held your breaths, the whole feel of him changing when that red precipitate formed in uneven clumps at the bottom of the beaker. Bubbly laughter spilled from his lips in a rush of air as the tension released from his lungs and the smile that lit up the whole of his face kept you from doing the same, kept you from breathing, and you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to bring yourself to draw air into tingling lungs again if he were going to smile like that around you, at you.

Because he was looking at you with the sun in his eyes and happiness making up the whole of his features in a way that warmed your heart entirely and made your body feel sluggish and uneven like the mess of chemicals in that beaker. The longer you looked, the more aware you became of how the color of your cheeks must match the color of that clump, and oh, but his eyes were glowing, and you were glowing, and his lips were pink and stretched prettily across white, mostly-even teeth in that charming way that only his lips could.

And that was the first time you realized that Peter Parker was someone that you could kiss. Peter Parker was someone you wanted to be kissing.

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mark: *bruises legs*

jackson: *hits head*

jaebum: when will you guys stop hurting yourselves???

youngjae: *scrapes knee*

jaebum: oh no whO HURT YOU MY CINNAMON BUN BABY I WILL PROTECT YOU AND FIGHT WHOEVER DID THAT TO YOU

sjhphotography  asked:

Hi, I absolutely love your gods and monsters series and I especially love the way you've treated Hera in it (always thought she got a bad rep for no good reason). I know you're super busy, but would you ever consider doing one about when she finally leaves Zeus?

(recommended reading for context: X, X, X)


Olympus has fallen.

It’s marble columns lay cracked and broken. The sun doesn’t pass over it anymore. Hestia’s fire pit has been empty and cold for decades, with nothing left on the mountain to fuel it.

Olympus has fallen, yet Hera and Zeus are still there.

~

Ares has tried talking to his mother. He long ago gave up any hope of trying to save his father, but Hera isn’t touched by madness like Zeus is. All that keeps her there are her oaths of marriage and loyalty, all that chains her to the crumbling remains of what they once were is her marriage to Zeus, who will only be convinced to leave Olympus on a funeral pyre.

Ares begs. He cries. He does anything and everything he can to convince his mother to leave, but she only touches his face with cold hands and presses her cracked lips to his cheek. She won’t leave her husband.

She won’t be moved by him. So he has to find someone she will be moved by.

He’s down in the underworld, where he spends so much of his time now. Persephone is often there as well, but she only smiles at him, is never angered by his presence in her realm or her husband’s bed.

(“You worry too much,” Icarus tells him, early on when they are both young and fumbling and in love with the same man. “She is not a jealous woman. Hades loves us all – he simply loved her first.”)

But it is neither Hades nor Persephone who he seeks today. He goes to the edge of the underworld, ever expanding and changing, because it is where she likes to be best. “Hecate!” he calls out, “I request an audience.”

There’s a shiver in the air, and the goddess of magic stands in front of him. He doesn’t know what to think of her, the woman who’s so close to his lover and who raised his brother. He’s never been able to find a title that fits her quite right.

“Ares,” she greets, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Staying by Zeus’s side is killing my mother,” he says. “I’ve tried to get her to leave, but she won’t listen to me.”

Her lips quirk up at the corners. “Listening has never been her strength. What do you expect me to do about it? I’ve tried to get her to leave Zeus before. I failed before, and I will fail again.”

“I know. I don’t want you to talk to Hera. I want you to talk to Hephaestus,” he says

Hecate’s eyebrows rise. He’s managed to surprise her. “If he won’t listen to you, why would he listen to me?”

“I haven’t tried asking him,” he says. “He doesn’t believe anything I say of our mother. He’ll believe you.”

“And what makes you think I have anything positive to say of her? She’s a petty snake – she’s lied and manipulated and outright killed to get what she has.”

“Yes,” Ares says. “And what does she have?”

Hecate smiles at him.

~

Hephaestus is startled to discover Hecate in his kitchen. She rarely leaves the underworld. “Aunt,” he says. It’s what he’s called her his whole life. She’d always refused the title of mother. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” she says, and he snaps to attention. “Hera rots away on Olympus for loyalty to a man who has never showed her the same devotion.”

“How is that my problem?” he snaps, stung. Hecate has never brought Hera up to him before. He can’t think of why she would do so now.

She grabs one of the apples from his fruit bowl and bites into it. She looks at him thoughtfully as she chews. He crosses his arms and glares. She swallows and asks, “Have you really not figured it out yet? I raised you to be smarter than this.”

“Speak plainly.” It’s something he said often in his adolescence. Styx used to just try and drown Hecate when she became cryptic.

“Hera is your mother. She bore you and her blood runs strong in your veins.” He’s about to snap at her again when she says, “But you are not a son of Zeus’s blood, and he has never been able to forgive you for being a child of his wife but not of him.”

His legs are mostly metal, but he still loses feeling in them and has to grab for the edge of the counter. “What?”

Hecate’s eyes go distant. “She was so desperate for a child when she had you. So young, all things considered.”

He sits down across from her, “Tell me everything.”

~

Hephaestus is reeling even as he climbs the crumbling, ashy remains of the once great Mount Olympus.

Hera has always seemed unbreakable to him. As cold and perfect as marble, a mother in name only who tossed him to his death when he was only a few hours old.

It was all a lie.

She went against her very nature as a goddess to conceive him, something she’s never done before or since. She carried him and bore him alone, and fought against Zeus to save him when blood was still slick between her thighs.

She gave him over to Hecate to protect him. He grew up in the underworld not because he was something forgotten and useless, but because he was cherished. He was raised in the underworld to keep him safe, not to keep him away.

She gave him his name, gave him his life, and has loved him silently all these years.

He could have grown up on Olympus, could have grown up with her. She would have cared for him as fiercely as she cared for Ares. He could have grown up with Ares, could have known his brother when he was small and straining towards freedom, wouldn’t have met him for the first time as a brash adolescent sneaking into his volcano.

If it weren’t for Zeus throwing him from this very mountain when he was only a few minutes old, he could have grown up with a real family.

He loves Hecate. He loves Hades. Styx was his best friend growing up.

But it’s not the same. And it’s not fair.

~

Hera is beautiful, even as she’s dying.

Her hair is piled on top of her head in intricate curls, and her dress is silk. But she’s so thin it looks as if even sitting on her throne tires her. She’s too pale and her skin is bruised, her eyes sunken.

Zeus lays slumbering in his throne beside her. He swings from mania to exhaustion with nothing in between.

“Hephaestus,” she says. Even as the rest of her body deteriorates her eyes are as bright and sharp as ever. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He falls to his knees in front of her, and her eyes widen. “Staying here and clinging to a power that doesn’t belong to us anymore is killing you. It’s time to leave.”

“I am the goddess of marriage and family. As long as my husband remains here, so shall I,” she informs him, head tilted arrogantly so she can stare down at him.

“We aren’t the gods of anything anymore,” he says, “not really.”

She looks away from him and her lips twitch like she’s not trying not to smile. “No. I suppose not. But I am still a wife, and with my husband I will stay.”

“The goddess of marriage and family,” he repeats, “What of Ares? Of Hebe?”

“Hades looks after Ares. Hebe is fully grown, and has been for many centuries.” Something he can’t explain passes over her face. “Someday, all children must say goodbye to their mother for the last time. None of us are exempt from that, not even gods.”

He places his hands on her lap, palm up. She blinks, looking rapidly between his hands and his face. He can’t remember if he’s ever touched her before. “Hera of the Heights, of Argos, of the Mound. Hera the cow eyed, white armed goddess of marriage and of family. Hera, queen of the gods.” He flexes his hands, and she slowly places her cold hands in his. “Mom. You once saved me from death by Zeus’s hand. Let me do the same for you now.”

She becomes impossibly paler and tries to yank her hands away, but he doesn’t let her. “What are you – I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let go of me!”

“Hecate told me. She told me everything.” He kisses her knuckles. “Leave this mountain. Leave Zeus. Come with me.”

She looks to her slumbering husband, a mere shadow of the man he used to me. “I love him.”

“You hate him too,” he says. “Denounce your status as a goddess and come with me. Mom, please.”

“It was always such a thin line between the two with us, between love and hate,” she says, still looking at him. “He’s mine. I chose him, and I made him choose me. I did this, to the both of us. I should stay.”

Hephaestus presses her hand to his cheek, and her gaze finally skitters back to him. “I’m yours too. Ares is yours. Hebe is yours. Don’t die for you husband. Live for you children.”

“You’ve never cared about me before,” she says. “You shouldn’t bother. Just because I didn’t throw you down this mountain doesn’t mean I’ve ever been a mother to you.”

“Maybe this is our chance then,” he says, “maybe this is our last chance to be something more than strangers. Come with me, and be something other than Zeus’s bride and queen.”

~

She’s too sickly to walk. Hephaestus carries her down what remains of Moiunt Olympus in his arms. When they’re halfway down the skies open and ligntning crashes down around them. The claps of thunder aren’t loud enough to drown out Zeus’s anguished screams.

Hera hides her face in her son’s shoulder and weeps.

Hephaestus’s metal legs don’t hesitate or miss a step the whole way down the mountain.

~

Olympus has fallen.

Only Zeus remains.


gods and monsters series, part xx

read more of the gods and monsters series here

Bts Reactions: Their Reaction To Their S/O Wanting Sex In The Dorm ~Naughty November~

Jin:

Jin would be reluctant at first, although he was the oldest and could get away with anything based on the pure fact of respect from his dongsaengs he hated to abuse that power so when you asked him to engage in scandalous activities in the dorm, which was very often, sometimes he’d say no and sometimes he’d say yes. Today was one of those ‘yes’ days.

“Jin!” You whined, rolling your hips down onto him again. “Please?!” You had been begging Jin for the last ten minutes to fuck you, and on any other day he would’ve happily agreed but the others were in the dorm and the walls weren’t as thick as they could be so he wasn’t too thrilled to jump on the offer. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse Jinnie…I just need you to fuck me…please!” You had dropped your voice, this avoided Taehyung from hearing you from next door, and it was to also show him you meant business. Jin was rock hard under you, and you continuing to roll your basically bare slit against him wasn’t helping one bit. “Come on Jinnie,” You lean forward, lips next to his ear, “I’ll be quick I promise…I just need you to touch me. Make me cum,” Your voice makes him shudder. Your hand comes down, wrapping around his wrist to move his hand to cup your left breast. “Shit I’m so horny I could honestly probably get off just like this.” You clamp your teeth down on your bottom lip, holding in a needy moan, remembering you needed to be quiet to prove to Jin you could handle him fucking you. In mention to 'this’ you meant you grinding yourself along him but what man what Jin be if he let his overly needy girlfriend get off like this when she was literally begging for him?

“A shitty one.” Jin things aloud and before you can question him he flips the both of you over, pinning you beneath him.

“Jin?!” You gasps in surprise but Jin holds a finger over his lips,

“Shush and let me take care of you princess.”


Yoongi: 

With Yoongi not having much embarrassment history he really didn’t care about fucking in the dorm, with the others there or not. If he wanted to fuck his girl, he was going to fuck his girl so there wasn’t much begging needed, the real begging came in the midst of the sex-he’s such a cocky little tease.

“Beg for me princess, beg for me to let you cum.” Yoongi darkly chuckled into your ear, tightening his arm around your body as he continued to fuck you from behind. His fingers ghosted over your clit as he waited for you to beg him to let you cum, just as he had asked. “Oh so now you want to be quiet? You weren’t being quiet when you woke me up at six in the morning for some dick…” He gradually comes to a halt and you whine, squeezing around him in protest. “Beg.Slut.” He couldn’t smack your ass because he was pressed against it, his cock still buried deep inside of you, so he settled for grabbing your chin and turning your head a little so you could see him out the corner of your eye. “Do you want to cum?” You nod as best you could in his death grip, “Then beg,” You huff, but cave in, having gone through so much to wake him up to get him to fuck you.

“Yoongi, please let me cum. Please just fuck me and let me cum.” Yoongi lets go of your chin and wrapped his arm around your form again. He pressed his lips against your damp temple, chuckling darkly once again.

“What’s in it for me?” Anyone who didn’t know Yoongi would’ve said 'you get to cum’ and that would’ve been wrong. You, knowing Yoongi immediately spit out the answer, earning you a quick peck on your temple and a triumph laugh.

“I’ll let you cum inside of me,” Was the answer, Yoongi loved nothing more than cumming inside of you, nothing.

“Good girl.” He grunted and pulled out of you before drilling back into you, eliciting a loud, throat-ripping moan from the back of your throat, the others in the dorms covering their ears. “My good girl.”


Hoseok:

Hoseok would always be willing to appease your needs no matter where you were and you often scolded him for it but he’d hush you with a sweet kiss and slide his into your pants. Which is why it surprised you when you were asking him now, the house full of members-most of them either sleep or half asleep and he was saying no.

“Hoseok?” You whisper into the dark room, making him hum and look up from his phone. “I need you Hobi…” You run your tongue over your bottom lip, pressing yourself against his side, snaking your hand down his body. He had turned his phone off so you couldn’t see the teasing smirk on his lips, but your stomach dropped when he said,

“Not now,” He didn’t often say no to you and when you went to protest you realized he was probably tired or he just wasn’t in the mood and you had to respect that.

“Okay,” You sigh and roll over in bed, turning your lamp you. You were still wearing your clothes from going out earlier in the day and you wanted to switch into something more comfortable before going to bed. Hoseok watched you, still trying to fight his smirk. You thought nothing of it, your goal wasn’t to be seen as teasing when you pulled out the tight white thin straps shirt and red velvet shorts from his top drawer. Hoseok hummed in appreciation, you still not knowing his game and him not knowing you weren’t playing any game. You peeled your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra, tossing it into the dirty clothes bin. Your nipples were pert and Hoseok had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep himself from moaning. He sets his phone down, having had enough of playing his little game. He rolls out of bed and walks toward you, saying nothing as he wrapped his arms around your waist and dropped his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth. “Fuck!” You run your fingers through his hair, pushing him closer to your chest. Hoseok moans around your nipple and slips his hand into your pants, fingers rubbing tight circles over your aching clit.

“Did you really think I’d let my princess go to bed without making her cum once or twice?”


Namjoon:

Hearing you beg for him was almost better than the actual sex. Namjoon didn’t care if you yelled for him during sex, he cared about if the others could hear when you begged for him, it was like music to his ears.

Namjoon traced the arch of your back with his hand, pushing his bulge against your bare core. “Beg for me baby, beg for daddy.” He rubs his bulge against your core, you mewl, this was the worse kind of teasing there was. His other hand gripped your hip tighter, nails digging into the bare skin. You see, for Namjoon’s powerplay, he liked to remain fully clothed while you were fully naked, it was truly just for his ego. He thrusted into you like he would if he was naked and it made your walls clench around nothing, needing to feel him inside of you. He pressed against your lower back, moving away from you. “I’m not hearing you beg!” He whistled in a sing-song tone, and you rolled your eyes, letting out a long sigh.

“Joonie…please fuck me, please.” You cried and he clicked his tongue, slowly shaking his head.

“You can do better than that princess, I know you can do better than that. Here let me help you…what do you want?”

“I want your cock daddy,”

“Hmm, good girl, Where do you want my cock princess?”

“In my pussy, my ass, I just need you to fuck me, daddy.” Namjoon’s eyes flickered to your puckered hole and he groaned, thinking of how tight you’d be around him and for a second he almost gave in, went to get the lube so he could take you up on that offer and fuck you but instead he continued with his outline of begging for cock.

“What are you going to do if I give you my cock princess?” He rolled his hips into your ass, his bulge brushing against your clit and you lurched forward, your body shaking and aching-you needed more, you needed so much more.

“I’m going to take every inch of it, daddy,” You push back into him and he smirks,

“Good girl, what would you be willing to do for daddy’s cock princess?”

“Anything daddy, absolutely anything.”

“Anything? Would you be willing to suck daddy’s cock, on your knees until they’re bruised and bloody?” You nod your head,

“Anything for daddy’s cock,” You basically drool,

“Would you let daddy tie you up and play with you for hours?”

“Of course daddy! I’d let daddy do whatever he wanted to me, whatever he wanted.” Namjoon’s hands left your form to free his cock from their restraints. He grabs the base of his cock and runs the tip along your slit, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he sinks in and you take every inch as you had promised.

“Fuck! You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for daddy’s cock.” Namjoon knows he’s done his job when his phone goes off six different times.

A Special Night  | | Bruce Wayne

Summary: You and Bruce get… cockblocked by Damian

Trigger warnings: slightly NSFW, language, probably some mistakes 

A/N: Guys, this is the first fic I’ve posted since last year. Please let me know what you think!

*Requests are always open*

MY MASTERLIST

• • • • • • • • • 


Tonight, was a special one. Bruce, decided to take a break from his nightly duties so we’d be able to spend quality time that I’ve been craving for a while. Currently, I was laying on top of my giant husband, my hands were roaming all over his ripped body, while his rested-on top of my ass. I shivered when he pulled me in for a bruising kiss that made my knees weak. Even after years of being together, we still managed to drive each other crazy, both negatively and positively. His movements were getting sloppier, impatience was beginning to radiate from his body. After a couple of seconds, his eagerness got the best of him, and he flipped me. The new position gave him better access to my neck. He wasted no time in burying his face there, sensually sucking and licking on my pulse, which caused me to emit a low moan.

We were both so busy that we didn’t notice the pair of hesitant footsteps that made its way into our room.

Ummi, father?” a barely audible voice mumbled.

For a moment, I thought I had a hallucination. But to my horror, when I felt Bruce’s body stiffen, I realized it was indeed very real. I thank whoever was up there, because if Bruce & I had time to undress each other, this moment would’ve been traumatizing for the three of us.

Quickly recovering from the initial shock, I pushed Bruce of me so I could leave our king-sized bed. Once I was kneeling in front of my youngest son, Damian, I noticed the tears that were streaming down his tired face. I immediately engulfed him in a comforting hug, before carrying him back to our bed. I was about to lay him on the mattress, but Bruce delicately placed him on top of his chest instead. After settling next to them, I ran my fingers through my baby bird’s hair in a soothing manner.

“Did you have another nightmare, sweetheart?”

Although he nodded, the heartbreaking look in his eyes was already enough to answer my question.

“Would you both mind if I stayed with you, tonight? ” Bruce tenderly kissed his forehead, then answered his question.

“Of course not, Damian. We’re your parents, you’re always welcome here.”

The sight in front of me was so blissful, it warmed up my heart. Two of the most important men in my life letting all the emotional walls they worked so hard on building around them down, and allowing themselves to have a well-deserved moment of vulnerability. I lived for moment like this… even if it meant getting cockblocked. As minutes passed, Damian closed his eyes and went to sleep, and soon, my eyelids also began to feel heavy too. After taking one last look at my lovely family, I gave into temptation and drifted into a restful sleep.

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The next morning, I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, three other boys were cuddled up to Bruce and me in a… unique position. I couldn’t fight off the small smile that appeared on my face.

I love this family so much.

YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hi! Thanks for all your recs! A few things to mention this week:

1. I randomly select 20-25 fics to put on this list each week to keep the list manageable! If you don’t see your rec on here, please send it in again! Tumblr also eats asks, so please send in your rec again if you don’t see it!
2. Please look at my guidelines before recommending fics! I will not put fics on the list that violate my guidelines. This is to keep my blog a safe place for anyone and everyone! You can check out my guidelines here.

Without further ado, here are the recommendations this week!

Rec’d by @sacchariwrites :
I Want It All by venoms, Teen, 5k (WIP)
When Katsuki Yuuri misses the podium by half a point and finds himself in fourth place during the 2015 Grand Prix Final, he is ready to give up, but Yakov Feltsman sees something in him and offers to coach him the following season in Russia alongside his idol, Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky, whose next season is his senior debut.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Whenever I Fall at Your Feet by thesleepingsatellite, Explicit, 4.8k
Victor would have been lying if he’d said he didn’t find feet erotic. Feet were the primary tools of his and Yuuri’s profession, the instruments they used to dance across the ice, the supporting foundation of their performances. They were simultaneously punished and treasured. Finally, Yuuri was allowing him to cherish his feet the way that Victor had wanted to for months.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
if this city will bloom by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus), Gen, 8.9k
The story where Viktor accidentally brings home a cherry blossom spirit from Japan, and his life and heart are turned upside-down.

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Rec’d by @mixberkaan :
The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 128k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Love and Gelato by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 7.6k
Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Teen, 10k (WIP)
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
A Political Affair by ChibiFoxx, Mature, 85k (WIP)
As a young Omega, Yuuri had wanted nothing more than to be able to live freely and pursue his dreams. But with the crushing reality of having an Alpha-dominated government, Omegas were forced to live the life society wanted them to have, even if it meant selling their lives to an Alpha suitor at a young age.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I can be your devil or your angel, baby by hinatella, Teen, 5.1k
Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
do something pretty (while you can) by renaissance, Teen, 14k (WIP)
Everything is going wrong, and it’s all Viktor’s fault. It all started when he got Christophe involved. That was a mistake. But no, it started before then. It started with Georgi and Anya. Even earlier, it started with one small victory that gave Viktor a lot of big ideas. It started when Lilia arrived with her ballet students on the very first day of term. Really, if Viktor’s being honest, it started the moment he met Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
you think my bruised knees are sort of pretty by fireblazie, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
In which Yuuri gets drunk at a con, earns the nickname Cake Boy, and promptly forgets all about it.

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Rec’d by @sentwithcitation :
The Boy Who Watched by Rosie_Rues, Teen, 12k
In which Victor pines, everybody drinks too much, and Yakov deserves a sainthood for putting up with these idiots. Basically, it’s a decade’s worth of near misses, misunderstandings, and pure obliviousness.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
you are the best thing that’s ever been mine by JMonCheri, Mature, 4.9k (WIP)
Wherein famous actors Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are forced to fake a relationship for mere reasons such as fame, money, and for teenage girls to make thesis long rants about them on Tumblr. A pact is made, then things snowball into a complete mess, and ya’ll already get the idea where this is going…

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Rec’d by @dragondoodle0268 :
Painting by Homosexualrussian, TwinDragons0268, Teen, 1.3k (WIP)
After Victor Nikiforov settles into his comfy new Barcelona apartment while taking a break from skating, he goes to many new places, he experiences many new experiences. However, out of all of them, his favorite hang-outs is the art gallery near his residence (as he goes nearly every day). Everyone there knows him by name, he knows each painting, sculpture, collage by heart, but after an overly angry guest leaves, Victor slowly begins to discover that change can be for the better.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
will lose my desire for you (never my love) by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Mature, 16k ***Major Character Death
Victor is ten when he leaves home to fine tune his alchemy, nineteen when he meets Katsuki Yuuri, twenty when he becomes a State Alchemist and a husband, and twenty-two when a teen named Yuri Plisetsky begins to report to him. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
That April (you were knowable) by llythl, Teen, 10k (WIP)
“He said there were dead bodies buried beneath the tree,” Victor explains, eyes wide. Yuuri remembers his sister telling him in passing that Victor could not be more typical as a tourist - possessing a charming naivete that was really only charming when it was not doing any harm.

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Rec’d by @flyingsuits-blog-blog
You Have Witchcraft in Your Lips by RememberingEmbers, Teen, 4.8k
Victor falls in love with the new cheesecake-on-a-stick vendor at the Renaissance Faire.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fontaine de jouvence by EdosianOrchid, Teen, 4.7k
Maybe he should have chosen a different place to spend his eternity, calmer and less eccentric than San Junipero but Yuuri has promised himself that he will overcome his anxiety to catch up here all the missed opportunities from his previous life. Besides, it is what his best friend Phichit would have wanted for him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
more than three quarters by alykapedia, Teen, 9.8k (WIP)
“No fair, I wanted to do a review for your new book too!”
Pulling the phone away from his ear, Yuuri Katsuki—New York Times best-selling author and winner of the Akutagawa and Naoki Prizes—squinted at the screen bearing his best friend’s grinning face. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Take Hold by LavenderProse, Mature, 20k
“I believe…” Yuuri says, pensive. “I believe that when you’re connected to another person so closely that you share a soul, it’s stupid to think that you wouldn’t feel it. How can you not recognize part of yourself when they’re standing right in front of you?” / “That's…I…yes.” Viktor tries to untie his tongue, mouth suddenly arid. “You—I think you would know, yes.” / Yuuri skates onto the ice and Viktor’s soul screams after him, Do you know? Can you see me? I’m here, I’m here.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I’ll be loving you for quite some time by Singittome, Teen, 1.8k
Twenty-eight little stories from Saint Petersburg.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
i never could’ve asked for more by flowerbolt, Explicit, 3.1k (WIP)
It’s like having a genie in a lamp.Or such were the tales on the worn-out books he used to have as a child, anyway. Always containing a wondrous spell he never quite understood—though it seems a little unfair on him to have to give something in return, and inevitably even less fair on his benefactor to not have a wish limit in the first place.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Cherry Wood and Golden Robes by Skowronek, Not Rated, 8k (WIP)
When the up-and coming Japanese wizard Yuuri Katsuki arrives in Sochi for his most important duelling competition so far, he expects to flub his duel, embarrass himself, and panic. He doesn’t expect to exceed his own expectations and gain a rival in the process.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Force Is Strong in My Family by explanationintime, Teen, 1.8k
“The force is strong in my family. My father has it, I have it, and…my brother has it.”

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Rec’d by @hystericblue:
Found Myself in a House I’ve Never Been Before by QueenofFennoscandia, Mature, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri was almost sure that this was reality. His favorite tea blend could be found in the kitchen cabinet on left, and the teapot was on the top shelf, exactly as he favored. Two important thoughts went through his head. Could he even skate anymore, and more importantly, did any of the people he knew exist?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Unsinkable by terra_incognita, Teen, 18k (WIP)
Victor is a wealthy heir with a lonely soul. Yuuri is a poor dancer with a tender heart. The deck of the Titanic might be a very romantic place to meet your one true love, but it’s not exactly a fortuitous one.

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Rec’d by @exile-wrath :
On Our High Horses by Bad_Wolf, Teen, 11k (WIP)
Sara Crispino loves her job, riding the broad flats and hills of her adopted planet on her beloved horse. She doesn’t have to talk to anyone for days, just the cows and horses she herds. Usually the only other person she interacts with is the landowner of half the planet, Yurui Katsuki, and he’s just plain shy. Sara would have been happy to go on like that, one day flowing into the next, seamless and unvaried; except when a group of uppity nobles decide to invest money into the Katsukis’ business. Now while Yuuri is off schmoozing the money, Sara has to play host to an infuriating rich lady who wouldn’t know hard work if it bit her in the ass.

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Rec’d by @nagoyadelay :
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Explicit, 52k (WIP)
With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.


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Kinktober #20: (light) Pain Play

This is a direct result of @kkumri‘s Judo AU, because Hinata grabbing barechested!Tobio and yanking open his gi is GOOD! Also, there may have been some discussion about KageHina + bruises…


Judo is some of the most fun Tobio’s had outside of volleyball, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t painful.

Sometimes, Sunday evenings feel like he’s been through a practice that consisted entirely of flying falls and receiving the spikes of every powerful ace they’ve ever gone up against in the past three years, combined. Much of it is due to the fact that Hinata revels in getting the better of him, which means Tobio sees a lot of time either flying through the air, or with his back slammed firmly into the mat under their feet.

He gets admonished, sometimes, for how quickly his attention wavers. But what else can he do, when his stupid short boyfriend catches him off guard by cheating—like that grin he gets on his face after he manages to lock Tobio’s head between his thighs, Tobio’s face pressing right against his crotch. Or his little sneaky hands prying open the seam of Tobio’s gi to yank him in closer, close enough to steal a hot, messy, possessive kiss, right when Tobio is trying his best to spar.

Hinata did the tongue thing after they had pulled apart. The same tongue that had just been all up inside Tobio’s mouth, poked smugly from the corner of Hinata’s lips, as Hinata, quite frankly, leered at him. It was an expression that clearly said he knew exactly how hard the grabbing and manhandling and warm wetness of his mouth had affected Tobio. He was sizing Tobio up, seeing exactly how fast Tobio had lost focus—dazed and fantasizing now about Hinata ripping his practice robe right off of him, and ravishing him on the hard, spongy mat.

Maybe, Tobio thought hazily, lost in his reverie, staring at Hinata’s lidded eyes and smirking mouth—maybe Hinata would even scold him for it. Maybe Hinata would tell him how easy he was, how it was obvious that Tobio wanted him, right there and then. Maybe… Hinata would tell him what they could do once they got home…

Tobio maintains for the rest of practice that he slipped on the mat and fell, thanks to someone’s (Hinata’s) sweaty feet. He did not pass out, thank you very much. He was entirely conscious and aware of himself the whole way down.

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cave me in

college au 

pairing: jinyoung | reader 

genre: fluff + slight angst

word count: 4.658

requested by anon 

description: you should’ve known that asking your best friend turned ex-boyfriend for a favor would never turn out the way you expected. 


The moment you come to a stop outside the clandestine coffee shop that sits a few meters away from the Engineering Research Building, you know you have screwed up. 

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hush, blush, crush [ bill x reader ]

summary: billy draws (name)’s picture

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 11 and prompt scary story. YA I KNOW, I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST IT YESTERDAY BUT I HAD NO TIME OK. also! sortha this request from anon:  hi! can you please do a bill x reader where the reader is bill’s girlfriend/best friend who has a crush on him and she comes across his sketch book and the pictures he drew of beverly? and there’s just a lot of angst and jealousy and maybe ending with some fluff? :)

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MASTERLIST.

The forest oozes with dazing scents. Summer. The night’s sky is littered with bright stars with golden threads around them, and the moon hangs just above the tree tops, almost as if it’s watching over your notorious group of friends. A series of tents stand in a strange circle around a log fire that radiates warmth and nearly blinding light. The Losers Club sits on found logs, huddled together with marshmallows melting on the tips of their held sticks, with blankets over their shoulders. Your hair drips with chilly water sending a shudder down your spine. The wind rustles wet clothes hung on wires and branches.

“-And…and…it’s…” Richie is the one speaking in a hushed, raspy voice. Next to him Eddie looks anxious, grasping his inhaler fiercely and waiting for the story to end. All eight of you took turns in telling scary stories by the camp fire. Naturally, Richie’s is the longest and the most interesting one - the kid is quite a good storyteller, and if he was only half as annoying as he is now, you’d probably have a crush on him instead. A curious whisper rounds the crowd – who is it?, you all wonder – leaning in closer to the fire to hear Richie better, “It’s…it’s….EDDIE’S MOM!”

“Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?” Eddie bellows, inhaling deeply. You refrain from rolling your eyes as the rest of the group replies in weak snorts and an occasional snicker. Figures it was something to do with Eddie’s mom, why else would Richie Trashmouth Tozier be interested in flapping his mouth if it wasn’t to somehow insult or ridicule? You shake your head, and Beverly sends you a cheeky smile, nudging your shoulder. You glance at her. Wordless, she bites her lip and motions to the boy sitting next to you. You frown at her, but refrain from uttering a single word.

Speaking of crushes, yours is just a few inches away, leaning close to the fire and watching carefully when for his marshmallow is done cooking. William “Bill” Denbrough sits in a respectable distance – he had, by accident, sat too close and hurriedly apologized and moved to give you some personal space. Not that you could complain, he had been beside you (thanks to the strategic placing of Ben and Beverly) all day. You couldn’t ask for more than that, even if you did feel a tad of disappointment when he had scooted closer to Mike.

Little by little the gang trickles into their tents. Beverly stays for a while, mostly waiting up for you to be done eating, but you simply shoo her away. The camp fire grows smaller; the silhouettes of you and Bill shine clear to whoever peeks out their tents. Beverly gives a knowing smile before wishing the both of you goodnight. Finally, for the first time in a long while, you and Bill are left alone.

The crackling of the fire lulls your heavy eyes and you feel the first notes of sleep calls you. But you stay alert. Your heart hammers in an unruly pace once you glance at him; his childish face appears happier in the dark, the bags under his eyes aren’t that deep and a spark of genuine joy reflects in the depths of his irises.  You blush, or perhaps it’s simply the hot flame that tickles your cheeks. You look down at your knees: a couple of bruises dot the surface of your skin, no doubt you had rammed into something by accident, though you can’t quite remember. A corner of a dark blue book catches your eye. With a curious brow raised you ask, “Hey, what’s that?”

“O-Oh…” Bill knows exactly what you’re talking about, and a bit unruly he swoops the sketchpad from the dry ground. He holds it, unsure of what to do next, “I-I-I-It’s my sketchb-b-book. Y-Y-Y-You c-can look, i-if you w-want t-t-to, t-that is.” He sounds nervous, more nervous than usual and his stutter is worse. With a soft smile you nod, hoping to ease him. He blinks rapidly as he places it on your lap. A chill creeps up your spine and you shiver. Bill licks his lower lip, “A-A-A-A-A” it takes almost thirty A’s for him to finally say “-are you c-co-cold, (N-Name)?” The wool blanket covering your shoulders has grown damp over the course of the day, but you simply shrug, not wanting to bother him. So he takes action on his own.

He avoids your gaze, opting to stare into the fire as if trying to engrave its mesmerizing dance into his mind. He takes his blanket and throws it over your shoulders, scooting close to you so you’d both share it equally. The proximity is a bit alarming; you fear your heart may pop out, but most of all you fear that he can hear the drumming from this close up. You gulp. Daze seeps into you, into your very bones and warms from within. It’s nice. After a moment you get used to this feeling, the feeling that the whole universe is at your fingertips and planets collide at the simple touch. Bill waits patiently for you to open the first page, and with a new wave of energy, you pry it open and—

Your heart shatters into a million brilliant pieces, like glass it spews all over the sky and becomes stars. Beverly. Beverly’s face drawn in a pretty red color; she looks just as beautiful as she does in real life. Of course he would draw her, why wouldn’t he? They kissed in third grade, you can’t fake such passion! A spike of jealousy pools in your stomach and the idea of simply throwing his sketchbook straight into the fire is tempting. But you refrain. You dive deep into sadness – there is no hope for you, is there? – just like you dived deep into the quarry this morning. Your throat ties in knots and shakily you breathe out, “Beautiful…” You murmur, a somber note in your voice but whether Bill can tell you have no clue.

He looks at you, examines the curl of your lashes, the waves your wet hair makes, the way orange and yellow colors play on your face and says, “Not as beautiful as you, (Name).” It’s a whisper, one you almost fail to catch but you do. You gulp hard, a spark of hope lighting up like a small flame that gradually grows larger as you tilt your head to look at him; your eyes meet in the dark, you note sparks of embers dance in his gaze as he catches each and every detail of your face. Grasshoppers play their silent tune somewhere behind you. Magnetic. The touch is magnetic, his touch on your wrist as it slowly glides into your palm and your fingers intertwine. “W-W-W-Would you l-like me t-to draw you, too?”

“N-Now?” You ask flustered. He gives a curt nod. You almost want to say ‘No’ because you don’t want to part, but the thought of having him sketch you grows more appealing by the moment. So you agree. He grins sheepishly and excuses himself to get some pencils from his tent. Your side grows cold much too soon as you wait for him to return. Is this real? You wonder. And will this exist even after the night fades into dawn and all of your friends awake? These questions are pressing and difficult, much too difficult for someone as young as you.

Bill emerges from the tent with a goofy smile and tip-toes back to you, sitting just as close as he did before leaving, taking his sketchpad and opening a blank page he grabs a red pencil and looks at you, “Oh, uhm, what should I do?”

“S-S-Smile.” The reaction is automatic to his request – the biggest, dorkiest grin blooms on your lips in a show of pure happiness. Bill stares for a long while, a small smile of his own pulling on the corner of his lip.

“Uhm, Bill?”

“Y-Yeah, (N-Name)?”

“You’re not drawing.”

Oh!”

He hurriedly gets to work. His hand glides through the paper, shapes slowly start forming; he glances up at you every two to three seconds to make sure each detail is created with impeccable precision. The night goes in silence, but neither of you mind. The real world fades into the back of your mind and for the time being only you and Bill exist in the warm glow of the campfire. But the sweet dream ends much too soon, and when he finally looks up one last time, you inhale sharply and the grin that had dimmed over the course of an hour comes back in full swing. Bill scribbles something on the top of the picture; thinking he’s done drawing you lean in and rest your head on his shoulder to get a better look.

There lies your portrait, a bit cartoonish, but it’s still you and surprising accurate, too. Like Beverly’s, but it would be obvious to anyone that he had put much more work into yours. On the top left corner there are two words scribbled, which is your name.

“I-I-I-I wi-will k-keep it, if-if you d-d-d-doo-don’t mind, (Name).” Bill says, “I-I can d-d-d-d-raw you another o-one n-next t-t-t-t-t-t-tim-me.”

“Next time?”

Bill nods, “M-M-Maybe th-then there c-c-c-could b-be just t-the tw-two of us.”

The best way to describe this feeling is to name it as a firework, powerful and ultraviolet, “O…okay. Just the two of us, Billy.”

“J-Just the two o-of us, (N-Nickn-name).”



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Daddy A.I

Originally posted by chanelhood

warning: smut smut smut smut smut

word count: 2800+

summary: y/n teases daddy in public and he isn’t too happy about it

requested?: yes, I hope you liked it Anon, I tried to make it as smutty as I could and for the most part I think this would have to be the most smutty smut I’ve written. My requests are open and I respond to all, I usually get smut up a few days after the requests go through ;)

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I bit my lip as I looked at Ashton, jaw clenched and teeth gritted. I knew he was angry, you could see it on his face but I didn’t care, I wanted him to be angry, no I wanted him to be livid. 

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NCT Dream in latest stage: *wears sparkly gloves, volleyball knee pads, and oversized blazers* 

Me, in tears: THIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!

My friend: It’s okay, I get that you’re shocked. Their outfits were consistently good until–

Me: Are you kidding me……… i LoVE IT !!!!!!!!! SM BE TAKING CARE OF MY BABES KEEPIN THeiR HANDS TOASTY WITH GLOVES, MAKING SURE THAT THEY DONT GEt BRUISES WITH KNEEPADS AND KEEPIN THEM ALL WARM n coZY IN THIS WINTER WeaATHER WITH THEM OVERSIZED BLAZERS tHEY HAVE NEVER LOOKED BETTER

inimitablebiscuit  asked:

Erm Flintwood please if you're still doing 150. * Winning smile *

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au

word count: 1394


Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet.

Wait.

No.  

It’s worse than that.

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet, the flats of his knuckles crunching against the guy’s jaw, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark and hurt—and then there’s a strange fluttering sensation erupting in the pit of Marcus’s stomach, a comforting, calming warmth suffusing the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones and it’s exactly like how they’d described it in Health class, the awareness—the connection—slotting into place so seamlessly that he’s astonished he’d never noticed something missing before now.  

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus blurts out. “Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcus’s soulmate—who’s tall and lean and has the prettiest brown eyes, what the shit—is just sprawled out on the dirty arena floor, blinking and blinking and prodding gingerly at the bruise that’s already beginning to blossom—

“No,” the guy says firmly. “This isn’t happening.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus immediately snaps. “I rejected you first.”

The guy snorts, kind of irritatingly sarcastic, before grimacing. His emotions, so far as Marcus can tell, are all over the place; shock and dismay and frustration and—very, very deeply—a flickering, almost unwilling tremor of interest.  

“It wouldn’t work, anyway,” the guy goes on, more loudly. “You have terrible opinions about hockey.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snaps again. “You’re the one in the shitty jersey.”

“He’s won three Cups.”

“Yeah, and he was a fucking healthy scratch for two of them,” Marcus retorts. “Try again.”

“Hockey is a team sport,” the guy says hotly. “It isn't—it isn’t about individual accomplishments.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he drawls, “but your shitty jersey is still shitty.”

The guy’s mouth falls open, and Marcus can feel the sour note of his indignation—the jagged spike of his outrage—as clearly as if it were his own. “Jesus fucking Christ,” the guy sputters, shaking his head like he’s got a nervous tic. “What are you so—what are you so angry about?”

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Um,” he says slowly, because, really, what the shit, “I’m not angry. I’m confused.”

“No.” The guy frowns. “You’re definitely angry. I feel it, like—” He gestures vaguely to his chest and upper abdomen. “Right there. Like heartburn.”

Marcus’s nostrils flare, and he scratches viciously at the side of his neck to distract himself from the fact that this complete fucking stranger with boy band hair and, and Bambi eyes is apparently better at deciphering Marcus’s emotions than Marcus is.  

“Oh, hell,” the guy sighs, “now you're—embarrassed, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to—hey, come on, where are you—where are you going? You can’t just—hey! Come back!”

Marcus does not come back.

And the ensuing wave of regret that pulses through Marcus’s sternum is lukewarm and salty and depressingly difficult to pinpoint the origins of.

It’s not his, he thinks stubbornly.

Probably.


Marcus lasts two and a half days before the persistent invisible tugging at his gut becomes too annoying to bear.

He follows it.

He follows it to a bench in Riverside Park that’s near where the gross little fish and chips stand is, and the scent of old frying oil undercut by whatever the fuck is currently decomposing in the Hudson is—less nauseating than it arguably fucking should be, seriously, what the shit.

But—

His soulmate, his soulmate, is sitting with his legs spread obnoxiously wide, wrists crossed and hands dangling in his lap, squinting intently up at the clouds like he’s waiting for them to tell him what to do next. It’s endearing. Maybe. Marcus’s stomach is in knots—a tangled mess of dread and unease and, abruptly, relief.

“Oh,” the guy says, quirking his lips into something that Marcus chooses to generously describe as a smile. The bruise on the guy’s jaw is a lurid, chalky looking violet, partially obscured by the auburn of his stubble. “You found me.”

“Of course I fucking found you,” Marcus says, dropping down next to him. Their knees brush, just for a moment, and it’s like—lightning, bright and fierce and sizzling, coiling around the base of his spine. “There’s been this—this buzzing, in the back of my head—”

“Yeah,” the guy interjects glumly. “I know. I would've—if you hadn’t. I would’ve tried to find you.” He pauses. “I missed you, I guess, which is—weird.”

Marcus scowls down at the sidewalk. There’s a crack in the cement, and it’s dirty, gritty with loose gravel around the edges, splintering off into a dozen hairline fractures before disappearing into the grass. He can feel his own surprise at the guy’s admission, and it’s so—uncomfortable, knowing that there’s nothing he can hide behind. Making himself smaller, holding himself still; they’re not antidotes for anything, not anymore, and this guy—his soulmate—he’s got a rabbit-fast heartbeat and an intimidatingly focused way of feeling things. Marcus wonders how he’s supposed to get used to that.  

“I’m Marcus,” he eventually offers, voice emerging gruffer than he’d have liked. “My name, I mean. It's—Marcus.”

The guy turns, slightly, to look over at Marcus. “Oliver. I’m Oliver.” He hesitates before he goes on, sounding nonplussed, “I still can’t believe you fucking hit me. Over a jersey.”

Marcus huffs. “It’s a really shitty jersey.”

Oliver grins, short and sweet and self-deprecating, before nudging at Marcus’s ribs with the point of his elbow. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been told I’ve got kind of a…bad habit of, of taking things too seriously.” His mouth twists, and the stabbing ache of some long-ago insult, or argument; it lances through the pads of Marcus’s fingers, stinging and sharp. “Obsessive. That’s what—I dunno. That’s what I’ve been told. I can be…obsessive. About—whatever.”

“Obsessive,” Marcus repeats, shaking out his hand. “That’s your—one big fault. Enthusiasm.”

Oliver shrugs, easy and casual, like it doesn’t matter, like Marcus can’t literally feel the crippling uncertainty—the tension, swampy and thick—weighing down his limbs. “Enthusiasm is…too nice of a word for it, I think.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus hears himself say, with absolutely zero fucking direction from his brain, or his conscience, or his admittedly flimsy sense of self-preservation. “Enthusiasm is the perfect fucking word for it.”

Oliver startles, slightly, eyes widening a fraction. There’s a coolly refreshing burst of—happiness, maybe; gratitude, definitely—coating the back of Marcus’s tongue. Citrus. Summer. Chlorine and coconut. It’s fucking nice.

“Oh. Um. Okay,” Oliver says, haltingly. “Thanks.”

A tentative silence descends between them on the bench. Marcus drums his fingers against the inseam of his jeans, jiggling his foot and glaring at a rotting spear of tree bark and swallowing around a metallic-tasting lump in his throat that he instinctively wants to label curiosity.  

“Sorry,” Marcus grunts, slouching forward. “About the—hitting you. I just—sorry. I was angry. I get angry.”

Oliver stares at him, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, and there’s a swirl of something taking root in his lungs, something chewy and rich, like caramel, so that every breath he takes in is like burnt brown sugar crystallizing against the roof of his mouth, but then there’s more, too, a champagne bubble pop of amusement, and—

“It’s alright,” Oliver says wryly. “I heard I was wearing a pretty shitty jersey.”

Marcus snorts, and then groans, and then laughs, almost despite himself, before confessing, as quietly as he can manage—  

“Yeah, I’m…not really sorry, anyway.”


Medic

Pairings: ReaderxSweetPea

Warnings: Hinted at violence, mentions of blood, fluff, angst.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this lil not so lil fic, American Beauty//American Psycho will go up during the week. Let me know what you think my loves!

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“Woah what happened you?”

“Fucking Ghoulie” Sweet Pea stomped inside your trailer and threw himself down on the couch. Eye bruising, head cut and lip swelling slightly. He was a sight to behold.

“Aww poor baby” you teased and he glared.

“Just fix it, that’s your job isn’t it?”

“I’m the gang medic not the gang slave” you shot back.

You kneeled on the couch in order to look properly at the cut on his head starting in his jet black hair.

“Wow Ynn on your knees for me? You tease”

“Careful Sweet Pea or your eyes will be a matching set” you played back. Always the same flirtatious exchanges that never mounted to anything.

Still on your knees you leaned further in, tilting his head down to reach the very start of the cut before starting to clean it out.

“You know you’re basically forcing my head into your chest right now yeah?”

“Are we complaining?” you dabbed an especially large amount of antiseptic on his head and he let out a hiss.

“Nope, never” he gripped your hips harshly and seemed to channel his pain into them, you didn’t really feel it at all.

“You’re crossing the line of doctor patient relationship SP” you put the steristrips on the cut and covered most of them with his hair to hide them before moving into the eye.

“Shame” he smirked. You sat back so you were cross-legged, pulling Sweet Pea closer to inspect his eye.

“This was just an excuse so you could spend the night looking deep in my eyes wasn’t it” he grins at you and you flash a small beaming bright light into his eyes.

“Argh!”

“Yup your pupils dilated fine there” you laughing as he shoves you backwards before hovering over the length of your body. He shifts to prop himself up, still holding himself over you.

“No need to patch up the black eye now that I’m blind”

“You’re right, we should fix your lip though” you half catch him by the chin and drag him down closely, him willingly going. Your faces were mere millimeters away. He slowly closed his eyes but quickly you grab a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic and press it to his lip as he half howls in the pain of the burn and the surprise.

“You bitch!” He shoots up kneeling, leg either side of you as he pats dry his lip.

“That’s an odd way to say thank you” you smirk and he begins tickling you mercilessly as you were caught halfway between screaming and laughing.

“Okay truce truce truce!” He finally stopped as you began to turn slightly purple. You were regaining your strength as you both stared at each other sweetly, him still kneeling above you. His phone buzzing to life broke you both from your trance.

“Hello-Yeah-Yeah-Really?-FPs son?-yeah-Emm not I’m really busy-” he glanced at you apologetically and you bit your lip, averting your gaze “-okay-okay-Ill be right there-yeah-talk to you later”

“Business?”

“Yeah?”

“Will I have a bunch of you to stitch up later orrrr”

“No-” he laughed again “FP was busted for that murder thing on the Northside, typical that we get  the blame. But anyway he didn’t name names with the drug’s side of it so it’s time to follow the rules and start looking after FP jr, going over there now with the gang to let him know” he reluctantly got off the couch and fixed his jacket and collar in the mirror. Sweet Pea was fiercely loyal, especially to the Serpents. They had given him everything when his world was taken from him a few years ago. No one knew what that meant to him like you did. You were best friends ever since. You stood and behind him, helping to fix his collar.

“FP jr…oh waits he’s kinda hot, I wonder if he’s single?” you half whispered behind him, knowing it was driving him mental.

Suddenly Sweet Pea turned, grabbed onto you before turning again, half slamming you into the wall on which the mirror hung. You let out a slight sexually charged whimper at the sudden control he was taking and he smirked. Damn it you thought. He was inches from your face once again.

“Yeah, I thought so” he winked before releasing you, reveling in the little victory you just granted him while you cursed yourself.

“Maybe I should give him a phone call” you called after Sweet Pea as he went for the door.

“It’ll be the last phone call he ever gets” Sweet Pea half slammed the trailer door. He won the battle but you won that war.

~

Over the next few weeks you were introduced to Jughead and his subsequent Northside world. You found yourself falling slowly for the idea of the Northside, a place free from direct negative association. With the more time you spent in the north, the less you spent in the South and with Toni and Sweet Pea. It had not gone unnoticed, especially by Sweet Pea. He had wanted to like Jughead but your intense interest in him and his world had completely put him off, along with Jugheads initial reluctance to embrace all things Southside.

The rain hit off your tin roof viciously, it was nights like these you spent curled in your trailer often before chaos of a fight would ensue and your trailer would be full of casualties for you to repair. Tonight was no different.

“I mean god forbid you fight when it’s dry and sunny and Toy Story isn’t on the TV for fuck sake” you finished bonding together Fangs Fogarty’ check gnash with the medical glue, the enduring your rambles. You moved your way along the string of Serpents, repairing each as they told of their fight with the Northsiders before being interrupted by a “psycho girl with a gun”.

“Wait…where’s Sweet Pea?!” You searched around the room when you got to the end of the line and they began filtering out.

“He’s still with the police, he’s been in and out with them for for past month more than any of us so they kept him in longer” Fangs replied as the gang began to move on and out

“wait why so much?”

“All petty crimes, don’t worry, it’s only your fault” Rocky jeered before exiting.

“Wait what” you caught Fangs shoulder before he could slip out too.

“Well I mean you’re not around to rein him in lately so he’s bound to go off to his own devices to distract him”

“What do you mean I’m not around?!”

“Gotta ask yourself that question Northsider” Johnny scoffed before you pinned him to the door frame of the trailer with your forearm.

“What was that Johnny?” You bit.

“Noth-nothing yn sorry…thanks for realigning my wrist…”

“That’s what I thought” you jostled him back and he half fell out the door down the steps, Fangs laughing at him before he met your glare and stopped.

You began cleaning up the trailer and changing into your PJs before sitting and waiting for Sweet Pea to come with his own injuries. He didn’t. You spent the whole night sitting, looking at the door and waiting for your jet black haired friend to come in giving out about something or other. He didn’t. You eventually drifted off into a nightmare fueled sleep.

You woke in a cold sweat thinking of all the things that could have happened to him during the fight, during being in the holding in the prison, on the walk home, in his own trailer. The thoughts were eating you alive. 5.30am gleamed on the clock, he had to be home by now.

Dressed in your pj top, shorts and slippers you grabbed a dressing gown and threw it on before dashing across the trailer park to where Sweet Pea lived alone. You banged harshly on the door, fear and cold getting to you.

“Jesus Christ what?!?! Are you trying to wake the whole park?!?!” He half shouted, squinting and groggy. You just dove at him, arms wrapping tightly around his tall build.

“Woah what who died?” You didn’t answer and just held him slightly tighter.

“Okay seriously ynn who is dead?! Is it Hot Dog?! Oh please don’t say it’s Hot Dog!! Say it’s Fogarty before saying it’s Hot Dog! ” He pulled you inside his disgruntled trailer.

“I thought you died you big jerk! Why didn’t you let me know you were okay!?” You went from hugging his chest to hitting his chest.

“Thought you’d be busy checking if your new Northsider boyfriend was okay, didn’t want to bother you with my Southside problems” you broke from him and looked extremely confused.

“Don’t give me that ynn, we all know it’s what you want. A nice, happy, safe home, away from all this Serpent crap, it’s why you’re the medic now and stopped working jobs with me, don’t lie to me”

“Firstly I HAD to stop working jobs, I was the only one my mom had trained in her trade before she died so I didn’t have a choice there, secondly I wouldn’t dream of leaving my Serpent family, there crap is my crap and thirdly I can have a nice, happy, mostly safe home in the Serpent’s, it’s what I have!”

“IT’S NOT THE SAME! YOU WANT TO LEAVE! I KNOW YOU DO! YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE ALREADY AND STOP PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE AND JUST LEAVE! YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THE SERPENTS! You deserve better than me” his true feelings came to light once more, the eternal and never ending fear of being abandoned again. Your anger drained from you then.

“Sweet Pea I could never ever leave you, I could never ever leave the Serpents. You’re more deserving of love then you realise and Sweet Pea-” you took his face in your hands to force him to look down into your eyes. He placed his own hands over yours to hold them there.

“-I love you” your hands on his cheeks went around his neck and you pulled him down to meet your lips. His hands went to your sides. You broke apart and just held each other for a moment, your head buried in his chest and his resting on the top of your head.

“I lo-“ it was like his tongue was completely tied in itself and you could see him curse himself. He wasn’t used to hearing it, wasn’t used to saying it and wasn’t use to feeling it.

"its okay” you said into his chest.

“i love you too” he whispered against your hair.

“I’ll make sure you have a nice, happy, always safe home ynn, I won’t let anyone hurt you”

“You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around Sweet Pea, I’ll keep you safe from your own thoughts” you kissed again.

“I love you, you giant goof but if you ever scare me like that again, you’re going to need to go to a regional hospital” you winked.

“Ive got all I need in the medic that you are” he kissed you sweetly then again

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Much love Xx

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My Star pt 1

Pt 1 || Pt 2 (final) 

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: She was so wrong for him, and you knew it. If only Taehyung could realize it.

Word Count: 5,417

Originally posted by mvssmedia

A loud pop resulted from you smacking your lips together trying to even out the layer of tinted gloss,

“Ooo, where are you going tonight?” Your roommate, Yeo Woon, gasped from her spot on the couch, “You’re going out on a date?” 

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not going out on a date. I’m going to hang out with Tae.” 

Since you were examining your makeup one last time with your pocket mirror, you didn’t see the pout on Yeo Woon’s face but you could most certainly sense it, “Geez, Y/N…don’t tell me you still have a crush on him.”

“What! Me? A crush..on him?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N-ah. Everyone who knows you on this goddamn planet knows you have a crush on Taehyung. Aside from him, of course.”

“I…I do not! And even if I did…I got over it…” Your cheeks flared with heat as you quickly shoved your mirror back in your purse,

“You’re all dressed up, you’ve been smiling all day, and you used one of my facial packs last night which is weird considering you always complain about the sliminess. So basically, you must still have a crush on him if you’re doing yourself up like this just to ‘go hang out’.” 

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Fighting With Daddy

Text: From Nina

Hey girl did you see what was on the news today?! It’s all over social media as well!!

I sigh and roll over in my bed trying to ignore my phone ringing. It’s Monday and thankfully I have a vacation from work this week. I don’t do shit anyway but model bra’s. A job that Namjoon hates but hey he raps and I pose. I hear my phone going off yet again and I finally decide to get up and check to see if something is up. I groan getting up from my bed and going down stairs to the front room sitting on my couch turning the TV on. My phone in my hand as I sit down on the couch. I pout combing my mess of hair out with my hands. I don’t see anything on the news that seems to be interesting so I go upstairs putting on a cut off black shirt and light blue short shorts that show my ass cheeks a bit. I put on long socks that are black and white and go up to over my knees. I go into the bathroom fixing my face. Namjoon is suppose to be over later today but we decided to stay in the house. But who says I can’t be sexy for him without going out? It’s been month’s since he’s last been to LA and I do miss him dearly. And the fact that he’s not staying long just makes my heart crumple.

I go back down stairs and sit back on the couch pulling my phone from the table calling my girl back.

“Hello?” She answers sounding a bit upset.

“What’s wrong Nina? You said that something was on the news and you kept blowing me up.” I say getting up to go into the kitchen fixing myself some cereal. I sit on the bar turning the TV on in there as well and she sighs.

“Well I know that you were excited to see Namjoon come home to you today. But I saw some photos of him at Warren G. studio. He had his arms around this girl’s waste —-.” She says and I laugh loudly eating some of my cereal.

“Yeah so what? Mmmmm good cereal. He hangs with girls and I am ok with that. And it’s jsut a picture.” I say stuffing my mouth with more captain crunch.

“No baby.. His hand is low like how he hugs you.. Now I’m not suggesting that you be mad at him or anything but maybe you want to talk to him? I have to go I’m at work right now. But I will send you the pictures ok?”

“Ok..” I say softly hanging up the phone.

She sends the pictures to me and my mouth drops open. I almost drop my bowl to the ground and I have to put it down looking at the picture with rage. I zoom in on his hand and I feel my anger rising more. Then I see more pictures of him and her and I growl putting my phone down. More like throwing it down. How dare he!? He barely takes pictures with me and when he does he tells me not to post them! But here she is and what? He can just take pictures now?!

I go upstairs and pace around in my bedroom. I look around at the walls that we painted together. The blue and black walls so pretty with our names and hand prints on them just for fun. I sigh and sit on my bed putting my head in my hands as I hear the door open. I get up and go down stairs peeking around at a Namjoon who has his back turned. I sneak into the kitchen and I wash out the bowl my hands shaking with rage as I dry it.

“— I’m home.” Monster says coming into the kitchen I brace my hands against the sink biting on my bottom lip trying not to blow up on him. He comes up behind me trying to hug me and I move from him taking his hands from away from me but I don’t look at him.

“Did you have fun today and yesterday?” I ask him going to the kitchen closet looking into it wanting to throw the rice at him.

“Yeah.. It was an amazing couple of days. I feel so lucky.” He says laughing softly.

“I bet you do. I bet it was.” I say bitterly holding onto the doorknob not realizing how tight I’m holding it.

“Jagiya.. Is everything ok??” He asks me with a worried tone grabbing at my shorts and I sigh slapping his hand from me.

“Whoa whoa what’s going on here. —.. —!” He yells my name and I jump turning around to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed as his neck veins pop out a bit due to him having an frustrated look on his face.

“Why don’t you fucking tell me?!” I ask pushing him and he approaches me a bit his height shaking me to the core but I’ll be damned to tell him that.

“I don’t even know what the hell your talking about. I just got here and already you wanna pick a fucking fight? What did I do this time??” He asks and I cross my arms over my chest looking up at him.

“THIS TIME?!? THIS TIME?!?! AS IF ALL THE OTHER TIMES ARE MY FAULT?!” I yell at him and he backs up a bit anger rising in his smooth features. He takes his mask off as well as his glasses and I just realize what he’s wearing. A black tank top revealing those dangerous muscles and black skinny jeans that he is sagging in a bit. I look off that color on him having a effect on me but I’m not letting him off that easy. His black beanie hugs his head tightly. He licks his lips leaning against the counter looking down at me.

“No no. It’s not your fault ALL the time. BUT BUT YOU DO IN FACT START HALF OF THE ARGUMENTS! SO I’M FUCKING ASKING YOU SINCE YOUR YELLING WHAT DID I DO NOW?!?” He yells his face turning red.

“WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING GO ASK THE GIRL WHO YOU WAS CAUGHT HUGGING!” I scream turning around hitting the stove. I hear a scoff and a hand grabs my wrist turning me around looking down at me.

“THAT’S WHY YOUR YELLING?!? A FUCKING PICTURE?! A GODDAMN PICTURE?!” He asks and I try to walk away from him but he grabs me again turning me back around. He’s made it obvious he’s not letting this one go.

“YOU NEVER HUG ME LIKE THAT UNLESS ITS A SPECIAL OCCASION! LOOK AT HOW YOUR FUCKING HAND WAS ON THE SMALL OF HER BACK. DAMN HER BREAST WAS ALL ON YOU AND YOU JUST LET IT HAPPEN BUT IF IT WAS ME-”

“I ALWAYS HUG YOU LIKE THAT! AND IF IT WAS YOU I WOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING CARED! YOUR A VICTORIA SECRET BRA AND PANTY MODEL. GUYS AND GIRLS SEE YOU IN JUST YOUR UNDERWEAR. AND WHEN I CALL YOU OUT ON IT OR WHEN I EVEN SHOW MY DISTRESS YOU SAY I HAVE TO TRUST YOU BUT WHERE IS THAT DAMN TRUST NOW?!” He yells pushing me against the bar. I bite my lips to keep my whine from coming out as he locks his hands on both sides of me glaring down at me.

“I DO TRUST YOU I JUST-”

“IF YOU TRUSTED ME YOU WOULDLN’T FUCKING CARE HOW I HELD HER, HOW I LOOKED AT HER!” He says backing away from me turning around and throwing his beanie off revealing those perfect blonde locks.

“You don’t know how hard it is! I have to sit at home EVERYDAY! SEEING ALL THESE GIRLS AROUND YOU WANTING YOU CRAVING YOU AND HERE I AM THE WORLD KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT ME AND AND!” I say stopping myself as tears start to fill my eyes and he turns around looking as if I slapped him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING CRY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID LETS WAIT TO GO PUBLIC! THAT WAS ALL YOU! I ASKED. I FUCKING BEGGED AND YOU REASONED WITH THE FANS. THOSE SAME DAMN FANS LIKE THE ONE I GAVE A HUG TO YESTERDAY! AND THEN YOU COME AT ME LIKE THIS?! I TRY TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! I’M IN KOREA BUSTING MY ASS FOR YOU! GRINDING FOR YOU. FOR US! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!? WHEN YOU DO TAKE PICS WITH GUYS OR GIRLS IN JUST THEIR UNDERWEAR NOT SHOWING ANYTHING WITH THEIR HANDS ALL OVER YOU?!? ONLY I SHOULD BE ALOUD TO TOUCH YOU LIKE THAT! AND YET. YOU GET MAD ME BECAUSE I GRABBED HER like this?!” He ask resting his hand on the small of my back. I didn’t even notice him approaching me until he had his hand on me. I look up at him my heart beating fast from the way he’s staring at me. I can’t even look at him in the eyes. He sighs heavily wrapping both arms around my waist and grabbing my ass. I moan putting my hands on his chest trying to act like I’m not all that affected by what he’s doing to me. He raises his hand up to grab my chin making me look at him in his eyes. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and I part them for him.

“Daddy is so disappointed in you baby girl.” He says. I open my mouth to say I was sorry since guilt washed in that he was indeed right. But as soon as I try to say something he puts his finger to my lips silencing me.

“I don’t wanna hear you speak right now. Daddy is here now and it’s time for me to put you back in your place.” He says deeply. I groan as he backs from me grabbing my hand pulling me behind him upstairs. Each step is slow and I feel my heart hammer harder in my chest almost drumming in my ears.

When we get upstairs we go into my room and he shuts the door locking it. He lets my hand go and looks down at me. His eyes rake over my body and he licks his lips slowly. He walks behind me wrapping his arms around my waist pressing himself flush against me. He sweeps my hair to the side kissing my ear before he whispers in my ear.

“What does daddy expect from you when he gets home?” He asks sucking at my weak spot on my neck. I moan and he pinches my thigh hard bruising the skin.

“O-on the bed. On my hands and knees.” I say and he lets me go. I look up at him and he nods his head slowly. I walk over to the bed about to get on it but Namjoon stops me.

“As much as I like that outfit I want you to take off the shirt and shorts. Leave your socks on.” He says. I nod my head turning around to him looking down as I reach for my shirt my skin heating.

“Look at me when I do it. No my eyes jagiya.” He says softly but I can hear his dominance in the tone as well.

I sigh and I look at him holding eye contact my heart beating triplets as I take my shirt off still staring at him. I trail my hands down to the button on my shorts as he releases a deep sigh and I can see him poking through his pants. I try to keep his eye contact but my hands keep slipping because I’m already sweating so much. I look down at my shorts and I whine when he says my name in a threatening tone. I look up at him shaking my head.

“I-I can’t do it daddy. Please help me.” I say and he gives me a tiny smirk before he comes up to me. He pulls me to him roughly his hands hook around the front of my shorts.

He undoes my button as his brown eyes stare deep into my soul and he unzips it slowly making me release a gasp as he fingers brush over my panties. He drops to his knees slowly still keeping eye contact with me as he pulls my shorts all the way off and takes my feet out of them placing them beside us next to my shirt. He kisses up my body kissing my pussy through my panties and I finally have to break eye contact to keep myself from cumming.

“Do you know what you do to daddy?” He asks me licking my bottom lip but before I can even try to kiss him he moves back shaking his head and I whine.

“You were so mean to daddy. I don’t think I should have mercy on you. What do you think?” He asks me grabbing hard on my lace black panties. I squeal softly looking up at him.

“No mercy daddy.” I say softly.

He throws me on the bed hoovering over me grabbing my lips in a rough heated kiss. He pushes his hand against my throat choking me a bit as the kiss depends. He makes me drop my jaw with his thumb and he slips his tongue into my mouth quickly stating dominance. He grinds down into me, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind back up. He sucks at my tongue slow and deliberately trying to make it to where I need breath. He flicks his tongue over the rough off my mouth tracing the ridges. He licks over my teeth and bites my tongue before he pulls back our spit connecting our lips still.

He releases my throat looking down at me as he takes off his tank top throwing it to the ground revealing those nice smooth abs that every girl wants to see. He sits on the bed and pats his knee. I groan climbing to him and he places me over his left knee his hand groping and grabbing my ass. I bite into the covers with anticipation.

He brings his hand down roughly against my skin spanking me repeatedly. I feel the multiple stings on my ass cheeks as he continues to whoop me. He stops after a few minutes sliding my panties to the side pushing a finger deep inside of me.

“Don’t you dare moan yet or I will stop.” He says brushing his finger against my spot. I jerk forward a cry leaving my lips and he smacks my ass slamming me on my back looking at me.

“H-How can I not m-moan and your fucking with my spot!” I yell and he softens up a bit pulling me to his lap. I straddle his waist as I look down at him.

He pushes his finger into my mouth and I moan around the digit tasting myself. He unclips my bra with one hand pulling it from me and throwing it on the ground. He fixes me to where I’m on his knee and he removes his finger as he sucks at my neck again leaving more hickeys.

“Ride my knee baby.” He says softly.

I nod my head starting to grind my pussy against his knee as he cups my breast with his hands kissing and licking on them. I throw my head back in pleasure moans leaving my lips back to back as he closes his mouth around my left nipple first flicking that skilled tongue against the bud. He pulls on it with his teeth as well as nibble on it as his other hand plays and teases my free nipple. I grind harder against his knee feeling my wetness leak out but I don’t care at this point I just want him to fuck me. He releases my left nipple trailing kisses to my right one and repeating the same process. One of his hands slide up and down my spine as he sucks harder on my breast making me release more moans and shake under him.

He lets my nipple go placing me back on my back as he kisses down my body. He spreads my legs wide his eyes looking at the socks that reach up to my knees.

“Your so fucking sexy like this. I think it’s my turn to take my own photo’s of you for my collection.” I watch in horror as he pulls his touch screen out taking pictures of my naked body. I try to cover my breast and he looks down at me with warning. I whine raising my arms above my head letting him take more pics of me. He rolls me over placing my head down and my ass in the air taking more pictures of me as he slaps and kneads my ass.

He slides me back on my back placing his phone besides me as he shreds the panties off my body. I watch him lean down his head inches from my pussy as he looks up at me. He slides his tongue up and down my slit slowly and I grab the sheets looking down at him. He flicks his tongue against my clit repeatedly sucking on it. He nibbles on it and I hear him taking off his own pants and boxers. He slides his tongue inside my pussy and I moan his name loudly my hands finding themselves threading in his soft hair. He moans sticking his tongue deeper inside of me making my eyes roll back as he touches my spot softly with his tongue.

“D-daddy! H-haa! I-I’m so s-sorry!” I whine my eyes rolling back as he continues to eat out at my insides. He hums using his thumb to play with my clit as the other hand holds my waist down to keep me from squirming. He pulls back looking down at me a wicked grin on his lips as he leans over kissing me more. He pulls back after a bit his hands slowly drawing patterns on my thighs.

“If your sorry prove it. Use your mouth.” He says standing up and I see his angry red member. I sigh and he laughs at my expression beckoning me with his hand.

“All of it can fit in your mouth if you breathe through your nose.” I roll my eyes at him crawling over to face his leaking member.

I dart my tongue out licking away the precum. I look up at him and he’s biting his lips hard. I slide my mouth over his tip sucking harshly on it flicking my tongue though his slit. He throws his head back in pleasure as I take more of him in my mouth breathing through my nose. He hits the back of my throat and I let him rest there taking him in fully once before I pull back. He shivers as the cold air hits his flesh making me smirk a bit before I go back to sucking him off.

He laces his fingers in my hair snapping his hips into my mouth. He starts fucking my throat and I let him as I hollow my cheeks flicking my tongue against his veins. He goes faster fucking my throat raw. I groan humming around his length sending vibrations through him making him moan my name slowly. I feel him pulsate in my mouth repeatedly. I look up at him and he smirks down at me pushing himself back down my throat and it takes everything I have not to gag or choke. I swallow around him once and he cums in my mouth shooting his load down my throat. I groan swallowing it all as I pull off of his length slowly making sure I get up everything.

Namjoon walks into the closet and comes back with a clear butt plug. I whine and look off not wanting that thing no where near me. He sucks on it climbing on the bed pushing me on my back. He spreads my legs wide sliding it out of his mouth and pushing it slowly into my ass. I claw at the sheets looking up at him as he pushes it inch by inch inside of me. He holds my legs open for a bit just admiring the thing inside of me before he pulls on it making me whine softly.

He hooks his arms under my legs sliding his length up and down my slit biting my jaw. He groans softly poking at my entrance. He pushes in a bit. And pulls out. Pushes in a bit and pulls out getting me just the right amount of frustrated. He finally kisses me as he pushes all off his length inside my tight pussy one hand back at my throat as the other one holds my waist steady. He buries himself fully inside of me nibbling on my bottom lip before he lets go looking down at me. He pulls out and pushes his length slowly back into me. I place my legs around his waist trapping him close to my body. He groans grabbing my neck tighter before he starts to slowly thrust into me repeatedly. He slides me up until my head is hanging over the side of the bed he places both hands on opposites sides of my head holding the sides of the mattress burying his face in my neck as he pounds deeper and harder into my dripping pussy.

“GOD NAMJOON!” I cry digging my nails into his back tracing them up and down his back as he continues to slowly pound into me. My legs spread wide pressed against the mattress as he slides deeper into my pussy and I bite into his shoulder my voice shaking with pleasure. He moans my name deeply and that makes my stomach churn more as he continues thrusting into me.

I look up at him my hands grabbing at his locks as he continues to rock his hips into me. He grinds deep into me and he raises one leg above his shoulder pushing deeper and harder into me. He bites into my inside thigh pounding harder into me rolling his hips to hit my spot dead on.

“FUCK!” I scream out and he grabs one of my breast pounding harder into me. I grab onto his biceps dragging my nails down him and he groans placing both of my knees against my chest. He pulls out and slams back in hitting my spot and all I can think to do is cry out his name. He drives into me hard and fast making sure I feel every thrust every stroke of his dick inside of my pussy. The noise of skin slapping against skin sounds off in the room and I grab my ankles not knowing what else to hold onto. He leans over kissing me as he pinches my clit.

He picks me up holding me in his arms as he pounds up into me and I lock my hands around his neck. He drives into my spot harder and harder every thrust bringing me closer to my release.

“Are you going to cum for daddy?” He asks and I nod my head biting his bottom lip and he groans smirking a bit.

“Good girl.” He says softly. He places me against a wall one leg around his neck as the other goes back around his waist and my body slides up and down the wall as he fucks me like a rag doll.

“AHH! I’M C-CLOSE DADDY!” I cry out tangling my hands back in his hair as he continues to fuck me into oblivion.

“That’s right you little slut. Come all over daddy’s dick.” I groan as he says other little nasty nothings into my ear. i feel myself squeeze my pussy around his dick. He rubs my clit hard before he pulls it between his fingers.

“NAMJOONNN!” I cry out my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I cum. My orgasm hitting me hard and fast. He moans biting my bottom lip as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy.

“—-!” He shouts my name filling me to the brim and holding me against the wall as he makes sure to fill me up. He pants a bit both of our hearts racing and he carries me to the bed laying on his back as he lets me get on top. He stays buried inside of me and I look down at him. I reach around trying to take the plug out and he stops me.

“Don’t you dare.” He warns. I pout trying again and he flips me on my back.

He pulls out of me and slams back into me slapping my ass.

“Nonononono!” I whine feeling sore turned on and much much tired.

“Yes.” He says leaning down to bite my nipple.

“Rub your clit.” He demands.

I do as told rubbing my clit with my hand my toes curling up as I rub in time with his thrust. He circles his hips deep inside of me grinding against me his hips connecting to mine each time he pounds into me. His balls slap my ass as he thrusts harder into me. I try to take my hand from my clit and he grabs the back of my wrist making me keep it there as he looks down at me. My leg slides back up his chest resting on his shoulder and he bites my ankle making me moan.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING CUM!” I shout my body starting to convulse and squirm under this man as I feel my second orgasm approaching.

“Daddy wants to wreck his little girl.” He says adding his hand on top of mine making me rub my clit harder. He groans as he throbs and gets close to his second orgasm as well.

“DADDY!!” I cry out my eyes watering from my second orgasm being so powerful and stinging a bit.

“FUCK baby!” Namjoon moans filling me up again. I feel the warm liquid sliding back into me and some spilling out into the sheets. He thrusts into me a bit more before he pulls out. He finally slides the butt plug out of me and he places it on the bed. He sighs going to the bathroom getting me a clean towel cleaning me off as he kisses my face and cheeks. After he cleans me up he places the sheets in the washer and as soon as I try to help I feel the burn from my pussy and my ass. He sighs picking me up and placing me on the night stand until he finishes cleaning up. He smirks at me coming back to get me and we lay under the covers together as he plays in my hair pulling me to lay on his chest.

“You got to stop with that attitude. You know I only love you.” Namjoon says kissing my forehead.

“Blame Nina.” I whine my ass still feeling abused in a good way.

“Didn’t Nina also want to date me? But I choose you. And YOU decided to stay friends with that thing.” He says and I pinch his nipple.

“She keeps me company!” I try to reason looking down at him both of us yawning.

“Well this week I’m keeping you company.” He says kissing my lips.

“But I’m sore!”

“And every time you piss daddy off you will be sore.” He says silencing my once again with those pretty pink lips.

Gearheads pt.2

Pairings: ReaderxSweetPea

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood, few punches, fluff, hints to domestic violence (no description)

A/N: the response to part one was absolutely phenomenal!!! Thank you so so much! Already have an idea for my next sweet prlea fic…if you’re not already sick of them. Hope I didn’t ruin it!

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Sweet Pea pov

Yn would come over every second evening after that. She’d stay and help with the bikes and other cars, almost part of the furniture at this stage. At the start the Serpents in the garage were cautious, now they found themselves missing her when she’s not around and running to her with their car troubles when she was.

“How’d that happen?” We both were arm deep in an engine and as she pulled one hand free, I saw the deep red marks on her arm.

“Cat”

“A cat? When were you around cats? I thought you were allergic to cats?”

“Right now I’m allergic to you”

“Cute” I rolled my eyes…and it was. Over the past month and a half I found myself falling for the girl behind the cheer uniform more and more.

“Hey Beauty and the Beast, stop flirting you’re making me sick” Fangs threw himself back in a chair, legs on the desk watching us. He was one of the few in the garage who were still weary of yn.

“Oh Phil is here, my time to jet, bye Sweet Pea” she slung her bag over her shoulder, kicking one of the legs of Fangs chair from beneath him sending him flying back. I could hardly breathe with the laughter. I think Fangs started to like her a bit more after then, she can hold her own.

We spent the next Friday our usual way, head stuck in the engine.

“Do you not cheer anymore?”

“Nope, gave it up”

“Why? I thought you loved it?”

“I love this more” thank God she couldn’t see me very well right now because I was smiling like an idiot.

“Would you rather I cheer?”

“If it meant you had to wear that tight little uniform then yeah” she nudged me and we laughed. Our conversation ebbed and flowed between a range of different topics then, it was just easy with her. I never felt the need to hide the snake skin around her. And then somehow we arrived here

“Do you want kids yn?”

“Today, no. Eventually, yes. You?” she grinned.

“Yeah I’d love them”

“Would you like them to be Serpents?”

“Oh of course! They wouldn’t be mine otherwise hahaha I’m sure you’d want yours to not though?”

“You know if you asked me that two months ago I might have said yeah, they’re not allowed be in the Serpent’s but now.”

“now what?”

“Now I’d be so proud of them if they turned out to be half the Serpent you are” she smiled gently as she cleaned off her hands with a rag. Can’t take it anymore. I caught her and pulled her into me, enveloping her in a kiss. It was glorious. It was like a film. It was perfect. I pulled back from her and dropped her arms that I held.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay Sweet Pea, it’s okay” her agape mouth and shocked tone made my nervous one worse. And then it went further down hill.

“Yn! What the hell are you doing here!?”

“Chris?! What the hell are you doing here?! How did you know I was here?!”

“I pinged your phone! Good thing I did too! You shouldn’t be hanging around with these thugs!” he lunged for her arm to grab her forcefully and she flinched, almost collapsing to the floor then all the jigsaw puzzle pieces clicked. Chris marked yn, chris has been hurting her. That’s why she quit cheer, to be away from him more. I jumped in front of yn before he caught her.

“Go home Chris, leave her alone.”

“You can’t tell me what to do thug! She’s my girlfriend!”

“Call me a thug one more time, I dare you” I began squaring up to him and he did the same to me.

“Guys please stop!” Yn stood at the exact wrong moment and Chris’ fist met her face for what I feel may not have been the first time. She hit the floor and I hit him. Tackling him to the ground we rolled briefly, he clipped my jaw with with his bare knuckles, my own going for his nose. Blood ran from it almost instantly and my fist met his eye swiftly. Before I knew it Fangs was hauling me off Chris. Chris jumped to his feet and was met with a swift punch to the cheekbone from my best friend.

“Fucking Northsider! Know your fucking place!” Fangs hissed. Chris raised his head off the ground before deciding against it and collapsing again.

“I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten, if you’re not gone by the end of that, I start calling some seniors and they’re not going to like the fact that you attacked their star mechanic and her assistant.” He began counting and Chris began scrambling. I was thankful for him always… despite the fact that he called me her assistant.

I turned to yn who was sitting on the ground with her head in her knees, almost in a little ball shape. I looked at Chris and he nodded, leaving the garage and sliding over the door. We were alone again.

I crossed to sit next to her, wiping the small stream of blood coming from my lip. I could see the bruising forming on the side of YNs eye. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into my side, she leaned in.

“You know why I like cars?” She barely whispered

“Why?”

“Because when they’re broken you can fix them, they never stay broken…they don’t have to just rot away for the rest of their days knowing they can’t be fixed…I’m not like a car” she half cried into my side before I turned, pulling her fully into me, she was balled up between my legs, head resting on my chest. I wanted to cuddle her like this forever.

“Yn, you and I have fixed cars that should have been left to rot years ago. We can fix anything together… including you if you feel broken…and I bet you have much simpler wiring” I felt her chuckle lightly against me. She looked up through red eyes to mine.

“I swear to God if he ever comes near you again he’ll have the whole gang to deal with…you’re basically one of us now…I mean…if that’s what you want”. She wrapped her hand around the nape of neck and pulled me to meet her lips again. Every nerve in my body stood up.

“Serpent Gearheads”

“The best kind”

“….do you want your notebook back ever orrr” she nudged me before kissing me again.

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