but something touched me deep inside

The Only Exception

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Requested: no but a little angst never hurt anyone. also shoutout to Emily for being awesome. 

Word count: 3,001

Shawn was the kind of guy that on the outside seemed like such an innocent boy, but those who actually knew him, knew that was the biggest fake facade you could ever come across. 

I couldn’t count how many girls he had slept with only using my ten fingers. I couldn’t keep up on the names of the girls that had walked out of our front door after a night out and I surely couldn’t keep track on how many girls, he snuck in late at night when he thought I was sleeping. 

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Frozen Water Vapor (M)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Summary: The first snowfall of winter. The flurries comfort you in the midst of heartache. You love Chanyeol and Baekhyun, but they’re so happy in their newfound relationship. Baekhyun is so happy with Chanyeol, but he misses your touch on his skin. You would never think of getting in the middle of them, not two of your closest friends. Baekhyun thinks otherwise. (Baekhyun x Reader x Chanyeol)

Warnings:
Polyamory, Rough Sex, Cheating

Word Count: 2,427

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: This is a personal fantsy of mines that I formatted into a reader story. I’m such a wet noodle for Baekhyun, I’m sorry I’m like this.

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SOMETHING THERE

*based on the song from Beauty and the Beast

There’s something sweet, and almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
And now he’s dear, and so unsure
I wonder why I didn’t see it there before

Bucky Barnes was the most annoying person on the planet. Was being the operative word.

When he arrived at the Avengers Tower, he had been cold and mean and just plain rude. In the beginning, you let it slide without saying anything. He had been through way more than anyone you had known. Being brainwashed and used as a weapon could do the worst to even the best people.

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Unshed Tears

Summary: Dean shows the reader how sex should be.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1572

Warnings: fingering, oral(female receiving), squirting

A/N: Is there a word for smut, angst, and fluff? It’s all here.


Taking your clothes off in front of Dean Winchester was intimidating. He had seen perfection in a woman’s body more than once, and you knew it. He bit his bottom lip, dragging his teeth across it and looking you up and down. He was stretched out on the bed watching you. What you had done was not a striptease by any means. You weren’t that comfortable with your body, and now you were standing naked in front of him. You looked down at the floor and back at him. He held out his hand. “C'mere, Y/N.”

You walked to him and put your hand in his. He pulled you down next to him on the bed. He turned on his side so he could prop himself up and look down at you. He brushed your hair off the side of your face and ran his hand through it twirling it around his fingers when he reached the end. He took your lips in a soft and gentle kiss pushing his tongue slowly into your mouth. He made you forget that you were completely bare in front of him while he still had all his clothes on.

He pulled his tongue from your mouth and kissed your cheek with his hand still in your hair. Then he rested his cheek against yours. “Tell me how to please you, Y/N. What do you want? Tell me where to touch you. Tell me where to kiss you. Do you like it when a guy goes down on you?” You didn’t say anything. He pulled back to look at you.

You glanced down, self conscious again and not able to look at him. “I don’t know.”

Dean put his hand against the side of your face and tilted it up so you were looking at him. His eyes were comforting and confused. “Are you telling me that no guy has ever done that for you?”

You shook your head. “It was always quick.”

His mouth opened and closed again as he understood. He placed his other hand on your face so he was holding it as he spoke to you. “This is not going to be quick. I’m going to take care of you.” He lightly touched your forehead with his lips. He took off the plaid shirt he was wearing leaving only his t-shirt underneath. It hugged his body. He reached down and grabbed the hem pulling it up and over his head.

He leaned down over you putting his weight on his forearms. He kissed up your jawline to your earlobe taking it into his mouth and sucking on it gently before kissing back across your cheek and finding your mouth. He pressed his lips against yours and eased his tongue inside. He explored every inch of your mouth swirling his tongue around yours. He took his time; he tasted you.

Then he pulled away and looked at you. His eyes were the deepest shade of forest green. He looked up and down your face brushing his knuckles along your cheek. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” You lowered your eyes from his gaze. “Let me show you.” He raised up on his knees and took your hand pulling you to a sitting position.

He unbuckled his belt. He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers far enough for his erection to spring free. He took your hand and placed it on his still growing cock. “That’s what you do to me. Seeing your curves, feeling how soft your skin is, how good you taste, I want you. I want to bury myself inside you and show you just how good sex can feel. I want to taste you. I want to lick up your juices and feel your writhing beneath me while I’m dripping pre-come for you. I want to make you climax over and over.”

You had started to shake in anticipation. His head dipped down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked bringing it to a tight peak. Then he began to kiss it and flick it with his tongue. At the same time, his fingers moved over the nipple on your other breast. The tingle started between your legs and you began to squirm. He moved his fingers from your breast to the sweet spot between your legs.

His fingers stroked and circled your sensitive nub causing you to call out his name. He moved his lips from your nipple and back to your mouth. You moaned when he pushed two fingers inside you. You were already wet. He curved them forward to stroke your g-spot. He talked into your mouth while he kept kissing you. “Relax, Baby. Let go. Just let go.” His voice was deep, dark, and sex raspy. You squirted all over his hand as you came. “That’s right, Sweetheart. Give me everything.” You fell against him gasping. He held you while you caught your breath.

When your breathing returned to normal, he rolled you beneath him on the bed. He finished removing his pants and tossed them aside. He gently parted your thighs with his knee then settled his head between your legs with one hand on each of your thighs. His tongue made a swipe up your folds. You were instantly aroused craving that feeling again, wanting nothing but to forget everything that had gone before and know only the skilled hands and mouth of this man who wanted to give you pleasure, this man who cared what you felt.

He circled his tongue around your clit causing you to grab handfuls of his hair. He plunged his tongue in and out of your core. He was fucking you with his mouth without giving a thought to his own satisfaction. You were arching against him moving your hips in rhythm with his tongue. When his thumb found your clit, you were begging for release. “Please, Dean. Please. Please.”

“Yes, Baby. I will. Over and over. I will.” Your thighs shook as you came again on his mouth. He kissed your stomach just below your navel whispering how beautiful you were. When you quieted, he kissed you again on your mouth allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You wrapped your arms around him. “I want all of you, Dean. Give it to me. Give me your cock.”

“Shhh, Sweetheart. You don’t have to talk like that. I’m going to give you everything I have to give you.” You nuzzled your head into his neck as he pushed slowly inside you. The stretch of him filling you was so sweet. He moved slowly at first angling his body to pass back and forth over your clit. You sank your fingers into his back as his thrusts got deeper and faster. You felt your orgasm building. Your need for him grew with every thrust. “Dean…De. Dean.” You felt him pulse inside you as he came with a drawn out moan. That sent you over the edge and your walls were clutching around him prolonging his orgasm.

He didn’t pull out of you immediately but stayed braced on his forearms over you. Finally, he leaned down into you kissing your neck where it met your shoulder. When he rolled off of you, you got out of bed. “Y/N, where are you doing?”

You stopped gathering your clothes together and looked at him. Dean was sitting up in bed all broad shoulders and green eyes. He was watching you. You looked at the clothes in your hands. “I’m going. Aren’t we done?”

When you looked back at Dean, his expression had softened. “No, Y/N, we’re not done.” He held his hand out to you. “Come back to bed. I want you to stay with me.”

You put down your clothes and went back to him. He opened his arms and drew you into them tucking you close against the warmth of his body. You lay your head on his chest, and he traced patterns on your back with his fingertips. His voice was still deeper than usual when he started to talk to you. “Y/N, you should be held after sex. The man you’re with should want to hold you and keep you close to him. You deserve that.”

His words triggered something deep inside you. They touched an empty place you kept hidden to protect yourself. It was a place you never let anyone go. It was the place you stored your tears, and now they came flooding out. No one had ever told you that you deserved any of the things you secretly continued to want with an aching heart that wouldn’t even admit you wanted them anymore.

You felt Dean’s lips touch the top of your head in the gentlest of kisses. “Y/N, I want you now after the sex, not just before.” You wrapped your arm around his waist and held on tightly. When your tears finally stopped, he told you “I want this to be more than just tonight. I want to show you how you should be treated all the time if you’ll let me.” You felt a shiver across your shoulders. He felt it too because he pulled the sheet up over you.

You snuggled in closer to him and buried your face into his neck. “Yes, please show me.”

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{{ Alright, here is the long awaited short fan fiction I wanted to write for fuckyeah2doc . A sweet nonny came up with the idea! Murdoc and 2D, I hope you two enjoy this!!}}

With the slow paced breathing, the thin window pane began to cover itself with a growing thick mist. Tiny pits and pats proceeded after one another each second; various sized blobs of clear liquid raced each other down the outer pane of the misted glass.

It was a slow Monday morning. Everything was in slow motion. Life was taking it’s time.

A dark grey cloud that hung over the city had been lurking around for a few days already. The streets were deserted. The roads were abandoned.

A smile slowly spread across his lips. He guided his long bony finger over the misted pane, swirling it around to create an incomprehensible picture. Despite the loneliness and silence, he felt at peace with his mind and body.

As fast as the rain poured down was as fast as the sudden bang that disturbed all contentment in the room.  

“Faceache!”

The bluenette nearly fell over, forgetting that it wasn’t as quiet as he had imagined.

“Stop your bloody day dreamin’!” Murdoc’s rotting face was a sore sight for healthy eyes. Luckily 2D didn’t have healthy eyes.

The lanky body hauled himself away from his window to look at the older, shorter man.

“Wot? Did I do somefink?” He asked, scratching his cheek in a tired manner.

“I called you five times!” The bassist angrily walked towards the taller man, giving him a hard smack on the back of his head which made the other wince in pain.

“Tha’hurt!” 2D exclaimed, backing away from the other. “I’m sorry, I didn’hear ya!” He rubbed his head, trying to sooth the sting.

Murdoc rolled his eyes, pointing his finger at 2D. “We need to practice. Noodles is takin’care of ol’Russ and we’ve gotten nowhere with the new album!”

2D sighed. He was in no mood to sing. He was in no mood to practice, especially with Murdoc.

“I don’feel like doin tha…” 2D stated. “I have a headache.”

“Take a pill an’get over it.” Murdoc ordered. “Or must I force ya ta sing again?”

2D’s eyes narrowed quickly. He was still sore over the whole plastic beach scenario; emotionally and physically.

“Dere’s no whales here ta scare me.” 2D crossed his arms, turning his back to Murdoc.

Silence claimed the room for a few seconds before a muffled snort of laughter took over.

“Oh Stu, d’ya really think I’d use the ol’whale trick?” Murdoc waved his hand around. 2D shuddered and looked over his shoulder, eyeing the man who was now looking at him dead straight in the eyes.

“…wot does dat mean?” 2D asked hesitantly, raising his one eyebrow.

Murdoc groaned, losing his smile and turning it into a displeased frown. “Dullard I’m givin’ya a choice here. Either ya’sing, or I make ya’sing!”

2D felt his heart thump up into his throat. A part of him wanted to sing and get it over with, but the other half wanted to defy Murdoc; receive the punishment.

“Sorry, no can do!” 2D stuck up his nose like a stubborn child and looked away. He had to force himself not to smile, not to giggle or snicker when he heard the frustrated grunt escape Murdoc’s throat.

“Stu.”

2D instantly put himself to a stop as he turned around. When Murdoc used that word alone, it caught his attention fully. It made his heart bubble, his nerves trembled, it reminded him of-

“Remember Plastic Beach?” Murdoc asked. His eyes were calm, his voice soothingly warm.

The bluenette felt his cheeks warm up. He glanced from side to side quickly.

“Muh’doc,I fought ya said dat, dat was like, all in da past…”

“I asked, if you remembered or not, Dullard.” Murdoc’s voice rose, causing 2D to cower down in obedience.

2D looked down to his bare feet. It was early afternoon and he was still in his underwear; he’d only woken up an hour ago.

“…yeh, I rememba.” The singer mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the bassist.

It didn’t take long for 2D to squeak in fright as he felt himself cornered in his room, looking down to Murdoc who had pinned him within seconds.

“Remember how we used ta get each other off?” Murdoc asked, his sharp nails running down 2D’s bare stomach. 2D whimpered, reacting positively to the well-known touch.

“Y-Yeh…” The singer gulped, shutting his eyes tightly. At first it was disgusting, but now just the thought of Murdoc fondling him could get him off in a few minutes. He didn’t really appreciate being Murdoc’s source of relief for sexual purposes on Plastic Beach, but after a few times he became accustom to it. He began to enjoy it. He even started asking for it at one stage.

“Well…” Murdoc hissed into the singer’s ear, making the other let out a soft gasp of pleasure. He hated himself for already beginning to get hard. He hated himself for being so weak.

“Well forget it.” Murdoc spat and pulled away. 2D blinked, frozen stiff as he felt his blood run cold.

The bassist held a deep glare. “Quit acting as if any of that shit meant anything to you!”

2D felt a part of his heart twist in pain. He slowly made eye contact again, beginning to frown.

“Yeh…it’didn’mean shit to me!”

It was Murdoc’s turn to be surprised. He quickly ignored the smidge of hurt deep down in his heart and smiled it off.

“Good. Now let’s practice.”

“No.”

“Wot?”

2D shook his head; pushing his legs together tightly to try hide his erection. “I said no.”

Murdoc’s eye twitched. “Dents, I’m givin’ya one last chance here.”

The singer stuck his tongue out. He was prepared to be hit, but when the blow didn’t come he only saw that Murdoc had left the room.

“…Muh’doc?” He blinked, standing up straight as he looked around. He frowned suspiciously, slowly making his way to his bed and sitting down.

When he realized that Murdoc wasn’t coming back, he took the opportunity to relax and try and forget about his erection. Thinking of a whale helped within a second.

 

How it had come to this, he had no clue. He had been sleeping and then all of a sudden he’d been awoken by an enraged Murdoc whose bare and hairy chest was glimmering with sweat. He couldn’t fully remember what Murdoc had said, but he recalled how fast things got out of hand.

“I said sing!” Murdoc snapped.

“No!” 2D whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Fine.”

The singer hollered an inaudible set of words as he felt his insides tense up further from the deep vibrations.

This was beyond embarrassing for the taller one; sitting up in his bed, fully exposed to the Satanist as well as having his hands tied behind his back with broken cable. What took the top prize was the smooth black silicone vibrator, which had been thickly sleeked with lubricant, which was pushed up halfway into the younger one.

Murdoc had his nails digging into the singer’s legs, spreading them apart inch by inch.

“P-Please! M-Muh’doc!” The singer threw his head back on his pillow, his toes twitching.

“Sing for me then, sing a whole song, then I’ll take it out.” Murdoc grinned devilishly. The fact that he had 2D beneath him, squirming and pleading, aroused him.

“W-Wot s-song?” 2D squeaked, his erection itching to be touched.

“Any song.” Murdoc scoffed, becoming irritated by all the questions. He knew that deep inside he just wanted to know what type of song 2D would sing. Would it be something stupid or something meaningful? Murdoc hated himself for thinking that.

2D shifted upwards, cringing as he tightened himself further as the tip of the vibrator grazed against his inner walls. He took in a deep breath, quickly gathering his thoughts together.

“W-Waiting…by the mailbox, by the train-” He managed to gently whisper out.

“Louder.” Murdoc growled, making 2D flinch. The singer opened his one eye slowly.

“Passin by the h-hills til I hear the n-name.” He sung louder, his voice trembling with frustration and pleasure. Murdoc’s grin was a signal for 2D to continue.

“I-I’m lookin for a s-saw to cut these chains in h-half.” The singer opened his other eye, looking directly into Murdoc’s eyes which shocked the older man.

“And…all I want is someone to r-rely on as t-thunder comes rollin’ down.” Murdoc frowned, feeling his chest tighten. 2D was singing with meaning.

“S-Someone to rely on a-as lightning comes staring i-in again…”

Murdoc felt sweat roll down his cheeks, his heart thumping. He wrote this song, so why did 2D have to go and sing it like he was singing it to him?

The bassist let go of the singer’s legs to grab hold of the vibrator. 2D yelped with a sharp high pitched moan as Murdoc shoved the vibrator back into him, then out, then in.

“I-I’ll w-wait to be fo-AHgiven!” 2D’s voice twisted as he moaned, arching his back. His hips rocked back and forth, itching to get more. “M-Maybe I neveraaah w-will! Aangh!”

“You’re doin’great.” Murdoc licked his lips. Maybe he should do this more often.

“My-my star has, left m-me-me-Aah!” 2D cringed as he shuddered, trying to pry his hands out of their bind to stroke his throbbing erection. “T-Too take t-the bitter p-piilll!” He squeaked on the last note, digging his toes into bed sheets. “T-That shattered fe-eling … well t-the cause of itttt’s a lessooon lear-ned!”

“Sweet Satan Stu I can barely understand you.” Murdoc complained as he continued thrusting the vibrator into the younger one.

“J-Just don’t kno-ooww if I could r-roll into the sea-aaah again!”

Murdoc hissed. What if he actually never got to do this again? He let his one hand continue the thrusting while the other dug into his pants to pull out his cell-phone and search for the record button. He placed his phone down as it began to record.

“I’m c-caught again in t-the mysteryyy, y-you’re by my side, but a-are you still w-with me?” 2D squinted his eyes as he looked to Murdoc, whimpering.

The bassist cursed. He plunged forward to press his lips firmly against 2D’s neck, biting into it.

The singer flinched as he shuddered, taking in deep pleasurable breaths as he felt Murdoc’s tongue on his neck as his fingers caressing his boiling erection.

“The aa-answer’s somew-where deep iin i-it, I-I’m sorry thaa-at you’re feelin’ i-it…” He mumbled as he carried his voice gently across the room with a few low moans in between.

Murdoc pulled away to look into 2D’s eyes.

2D smiled with a bright, burning blush.

“B-But I j-juust have to t-tell that I l-loove you s-so much th-hese days.”

Murdoc’s eyes widened. It felt like he was going to have a heart attack. Those words now meant so much more to him than ever before.

“H-Have to tell you…t-thaaat I love y-you so much t-these days, i-i-it’s true.” He whined out softly, his mouth gaping open. Murdoc’s eyes burnt into his skin, his touch was irritably charming.

He quivered with a yelp as Murdoc leaned back down, roughly pumping at the singer’s erection.

“M-Muh’doc!” 2D whispered helplessly, groaning as familiar warmth of pleasure coiled along at the bottom of his stomach. He arched his back up further, nearly losing himself to the pleasure.

The vibrations mixed with the hand thrusts were enough to send the singer over the edge.

He let out loud and long melodically moans as his hips shivered. A sting of satisfaction flew through him as he hit his climax; pure bliss settled over him. He ignored his semen splattered sheet. He ignored the loud embarrassing pop sound that was made when Murdoc pulled out the vibrator.

The two stared at each other intensely.

Murdoc stood up. And he left.

2D’s smile faded.

He slowly covered his face with his shaking hands and whispered the last verse;

“My heart is in economy due to this autonomy. Rolling in and caught again…”

“Caught again.” Murdoc whispered in the depths of his own room.

{{I hope you enjoyed! Sorry if you saw mistakes… I haven't written in ages!}}

Nice Fireworks, Minho

So, apparently my buddy @chanyeolandthebananas thinks Minho is a sweetie cinnamon roll too pure for her to think impure thoughs of. And… well, @smutfictionaddicted and yours truly think she needs to see the LIGHT.

CL made this awesome moodboard based on my smutty story, and we’re not even one bit sorry. Here you go, sweetie… Merry Christmas and a Smutty New Year. 

Word count: 2254
Genre: Smut
Warnings: the usual. Don’t read if you’re a minor.

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Vocal unit reaction to you writing a song about them and they don't realize until they see you blushing afterwards ~~ thanks have a nice day! ヾ(@⌒ー⌒@)ノ

Ah this is such a cute request - thank you so much! ;u; I included some cute gifs 💕


So imagine that you’re writing a song about the member of your choice, and possibly a very cheesy one at that. They see you, clearly focused on writing while stealing glances at them, and eventually your work is interrupted by an amused and playful “What are you doing? Writing a song about me or something?” While they were joking, you can’t help but blush and avert your gaze a little, which gives it away.

Jeonghan would put pieces together pretty fast and find it adorable, and after the initial “Why would you write a song about me? I’m just… me”, he’d love to tease you about it in the most loving way possible. As in, he’d come hug you while you’re still blushing and trying to hide the notebook where you’ve written the song, and with a cheerful sing-song voice, go all “You’re writing a song about me. You’re so cute!” Chances are you’d feel embarrassed and try to push him away, but he refuses to budge, and instead kisses your temple. “I can’t wait to hear the song, Y/N. I’m sure it’ll be wonderful.” 

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Joshua would get so soft when he sees you blushing and hiding your notebook and realizes that you’re writing a song about him. He’d just smile incredulously, probably hide his mouth a little with is hand and ask, “Are you serious? Really?” You’d try to explain it, probably blabbering about how inspiring he is or how much you love him, and with the softest voice, Joshua would ask “Can I see it?” while sitting down next to you. If you let him, his cheeks would heat up as his smile widens after every word; if you don’t let him, he still smiles softly: “Well, you know… if you ever do want to show it, I’m curious.”

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Jihoon would fall silent when he realizes that you really were writing a song about him. He’d find it absurd, but once he gets over the surprise, he’d disbelievingly ask, although with a soft voice, “What kind of a song?” You’d tell him a bit shyly and shut your notebook before he gets to peek at it, and Jihoon chuckles at you. “I never thought I’d have a song like that written about me. I never thought I’d get a song written about me at all.” You look at him in surprise - how could that be when to you, he was one of the most special people in the world? He smiles at you, cheeks tinted the slightest bit pink. “But I’m very happy you are, Y/N.”

Originally posted by mountean

Seokmin, like most of them, would feel incredibly touched at the discovery, but would probably try to hide it to an extent. Instead, you’d get him grinning from ear to ear, sounding even smug as he goes, “Oh, me? That’s gotta be a good song you’re writing.” Whether you giggle, roll your eyes playfully or do something else at his comment, he laughs heartily either way and joins you where you’re sitting and wraps his arms around you. Deep down he’s touched and excited, and honestly even though he tries to hide it a little, it shows in the way his eyes sparkle, at the very least. Besides, his words would be rather self-explanatory: “I love the song already.”

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Seungkwan would feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, and he’d have the happiest smile on his face when he asks surprisedly, “Really?” He wouldn’t be able to believe it for a moment, but when you show him (briefly, just so that he can’t read too much), he just looks stunned. He’ll also sound just as stunned as he looks when he dumbly states, “You’re writing a song about me,” with a smile spreading to his lips on its own accord. You’d chuckle and nod - yes, you really were. When it finally dawns on him, he gets excited and asks when he’ll get to hear it; you give him a kiss and tell him you’ll surprise him. He pouts, then frowns a little. “I didn’t know you were into song-writing.” Knowingly, you hum that there’s a lot he doesn’t know yet. 

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I miss how innocent we were at the start. Back when it was just you and I, back when you were still a boy and I was still a little girl. Back when you could never dare to hurt me, and when I thought I saw the world in your eyes. I miss how captivated we used to be and back when the chase was the best thing that had happened to us. I miss how you used to stare into my eyes and I could feel that warmth deep inside my body. I miss how you couldn’t even bare to touch my skin, and how fragile you used to treat me. I miss us before we both turned something so precious, so ugly. When I was only yours and you were only mine.
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I Made You Something - Drabble

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home

JEFFERSON X READER

Request: Oh please please write a Jefferson one! Something about his scar or he makes a hat for her! + Prompt: “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

A/N: Requests are open. If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it! I will try and write the requests today, guys!

MASTERLIST


Jefferson sat across from you in a table at Granny’s. He had a shy smile on his lips and a box in his hands.

“You okay?” you asked, touching his hand lightly with yours.

He nodded. “Yes,” he said. He then took a deep breath and placed the box on the table, pushing it to you slowly. “I made you something.”

You smiled at him and pulled the box closer. Jefferson bit his lower lip as you opened it and gaped at the content inside.

“Jefferson, this is…” you breathed, unable to finish. You were surprised, but he could see the happiness behind it and relaxed knowing you liked the present.

“This,” he said, smiling, taking the object from the box with one hand as the other one took your own hand, placing it on your palms, “Is your own magic hat.”

“Thank you!” You gripped the hat with both hands, a huge smile plastered on your face. “Shall we test it?”

“Are you dubious about my abilities?” Jefferson grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe I am,” you smirked.

“Pick a place. I promise I won’t let anything hurt you.”


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neutral POV; Jimin x Jungkook; 679 words

Thanks for requesting. For this I had tree ideas and I’ll all of them, but I need some time. I started with this one because it’s my first time writing in english and I wanted to do something similar (like neutral POV) until I get used to that “you” style. Hahaha. I writed it with all my heart, so I hope you’ll enjoy and please, excuse me if i have some mistakes :3

Originally posted by satellite-jeon

Everyone knew that the maknae line was always full of energy and playful. But lately, Jimin and Jungkook were even more playful. They seemed closer than ever, sitting just the two of them on the sofa, talking quietly to each other. During the practice there were more skin touching and stares, but none of the other members knew what was going on.

Once Yoongi saw Jimin licking his lips while staring at Jungkook’s hips, but half-asleep, he thought it was nothing.

And there was that one time (more than one actually) when Jungkook ‘accidently’ touched Jimin’s ass, but for the others that was just it – an accident. When seven young boys live and work together, those stuff are somehow normal. But between those two’s actions was something more.

Namjoon was in his room, enjoying his new book when he heard his phone. It was such a good moment, that he ignored the text. After a minute his phone sounded like it was going to explode.

Namjoon opened the chathead and his chin dropped down.

[9:48pm] Jimin: I know that you have to practice with Jin

[9:48pm] Jimin: but…

[9:49pm] Jimin: I really need you, Kookie. Right here, right now.

[9:49pm] Jimin: I need your thick dick buried deep in my ass.

[9:50pm] Jimin: Idc that NJ is in his room. Please, daddy, I want to hear you moan my name while pounding me hard…

[9:50pm] Namjoon: JIMIN!! WHAT THE FUCK??

[9:51pm] Jimin: FUCK! Sorry. Wrong chat…

[9:51pm] Namjoon: Better not be naked, cuz I’m coming to your room.

Namjoon wasn’t against those kind of relationships, but when something like this was happening between the wall of their dorm, they had to have a talk.

“I need and explanation” Namjoon said, closing the door, so no one could hear their small talk.

The younger boy’s cheeks turned bright red. He shrank shyly on his bed, hugging his knees and hiding his face behind them. “I don’t wanna”.

Namjoon smiled, letting a little laugh out of his lips. Jimin was too cute when he was this shy. “I didn’t knew you were so dirty. Daddy kink, huh?”

“Shut up!” embarrassed and angry, Jimin throw a pillow at his hyung.

“Mochi isn’t hard anymore?” Namjoon sat next to the boy and teased him. When no answer was recived, the older boy started to tickle this sweet angry ball that was Jimin right now. After a few moments they become one big cuddling mess on the bed.

One tickling session that seemed wrong in the golden maknae’s eyes. “What’s going on here?” Jungkook asked. His voice was shaking and his eyes were full with pain.

“It’s not what it looks like” Jimin jumped out of the bed as fast as he can, frightened that he might lose is boyfriend.

“I know your secret” Namjoon said with a smirk, still in bed, but Kookie looked confused. As he didn’t knew what was hyung talking about. “This horny mochi texted me something that was meant only for you.”

“You what!?” Jungkook almost screamed. “Seriously Jimin? You were that needy for me?”

Mochi become all red and shy again. And that was something that Kookie couldn’t let go that easy. “You deserve a punishment” he said, moving closer to his boyfriend, with lips barely touching while wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist and squishing his butt.

“Eww…. Guys, get yourself a room” Namjoon said in disgust, but deep inside he was adoring them.

“But you are in our room. Get out or stay and watch” Jimin said breathing heavily, trying not to moan from Jungkook’s touch.

“Nope… I’m going to read my book and you, guys, try to stay quiet. We don’t need the others to know… for now” Namjoon closed their door and thought about how it would be from now on. As the only one who knew the secret, he had to prepare the rest for this and at the same time to hope no one would see the dirty mess those two are. But for now he let the maknae have their fun. 

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Text:  Discovering Gerard Way and MCR is probably the highlight of my adolescence so far. Knowing that he has gone through a lot and still came out of it the placid, positive person he is touches me a lot. I know I could never be like him, but he showed me it was ok to feel what I was feeling, and that not being ok was fine. He let me accept myself for who I was. Knowing his demons are still haunting him deep down inside reminds me to keep fighting mine, and to thrive, not just survive. He did not save my life; I would never ever think of taking it. He did, however, save what was left of my happiness.

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You Have a Bad Sex Life With Him: Part 2

Part 1

Masterlist


The rain pattered against Gemma’s window, my fingers fiddling against the corner of my book. I can just barely see the words on the paper, only the occasional lightning making each word visible. Gemma snores softly beside me, and I almost start to cry wishing I am able to sleep now. But my eyes resisted each flutter, and now here I am, awake and drowning in my thoughts.

My head falls lightly onto the window, the glass leaving a spot of cold against my skin.

“I said don’t be afraid” I sing under my breath, my voice quivering the slightest. “I’m coming home.”

I close my eyes, a single tear drop flowing down my cheek, landing softly on the page of my book. I instantly wipe it away with the pads of my fingers, shaking my head. 

I close my book softly, placing it gently down on the bed before quietly slipping out from under the duvets. I make sure to walk quietly out the door, making sure to not disturb anybody before making my way into the kitchen.

I slide the light, illuminating the room to as dim as it can be. Loneliness consumes me, wraps me up like a cocoon, fighting against the restraints. I’m miserable, spending a night where my thoughts haunt my insides, where I’m alone wondering if this is how every night will be.

A night without Harry is something foreign. I’ve always needed him near, touching me in some sort of way, feeling his skin burn through mine. It’s comforting to me, feeling the effects of a man you love. It’s a drug, an intoxication, burning your insides until you feel the high. That’s how I felt with him every night, in paradise, because it’s just me and him, with no sense of an outside world, no care or thoughts, just us. 

I lean against the counter, tracing the shapes I made out in my head. I take a few deep breaths, hoping to compose the emotions threatening to spill out. I feel like he’s slipped completely out from between my fingers, and he’s so oblivious that he just keeps his hands clenched, as if still holding on.

Tears begin to fall from my eyes, dropping onto the counter. I don’t bother holding them back, choking with each inhale. 

I cry until there’s nothing left inside of me, just an empty void of nothingness. Just a pit of numbness, settling in my stomach. Until my cheeks are dried, and my eyes swollen. I must have been out of it for a while, in a zone of deep thought and self doubt, because suddenly, I feel him. With no warning.

I feel his chest nearly touching my back, the heat radiating off his skin enough to already feel it. His breath is hitting my neck, chills running up my spine and down to the tips of my fingers. His soft hands roam my waist, dancing along the clothed parts of me. The knuckles of my fingers curl against the table. His hands run up my back, gliding against my shoulders and running down my arms, his fingertips on top of mine. 

He leans in, his lips pressing against my shoulder bone. He moans softly, detaching his lips only to kiss my skin again. But suddenly, I can’t feel him anymore, and I almost start to think he left me once again, back to the feeling of lonesome. But his hands reattach to my hips, and his lips meet my shoulder again.

“Marry me.” He whispers, his breath lingering on my skin.

My breath gets caught in my throat, my heart stopping at his words. I forget how to breathe, my lungs collapsing with his words.

He keeps his lips where they are, waiting for me to say something, anything. But I can’t, everything is caught in my throat.

“Please,” he breathes out, “baby girl.”

I let out my held breath, my shoulders slumping forward.

He kisses my shoulders again, almost desperately, just to get me to say something.

“I was waiting until I asked you. You know my reputation, I didn’t want you to think I was only in this relationship so that you can open your legs for me. I just wanted you to understand that I’m in this for you, just for you, not for anything else.”

I turn to look at him, his green eyes glistening with tears. He’s biting on his lip, his hands shaking against my waist. He sighs, bottom lip trembling between his teeth. 

“I’m sorry I put you through this. I didn’t know.” He cries, fingers petting my cheek. “But please, marry me.”

I place my hand on his wrist, making sure his touch didn’t leave me. I have never seen him so vulnerable, where he looks like a single word can destroy his whole world. But he’s never looked so beautiful.

“You don’t have to ask me, Harry, if you don’t want to. I wasn’t asking for that much.”

He shakes his head, looking almost heartbroken that I haven’t said yes.

“But I want to, I want to spend everyday with you. I already have the ring, I’ve had it for weeks. I was waiting until I showed you how serious I was about you so that you didn’t think sex was all I wanted. My reputation it—it’s fucked up. It’s not me, it’s not who I am and I didn’t want you to think I—“

Before he could finish, I lean in so I can kiss him. I make sure he can feel the compassion I hold for him, the flames of fire that burn my skin whenever he touches me. His fingertips press against my skin, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning. 

“Why’d you wait so long, my H?” I mumble, “I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anybody else.“

My nails dig into his skin, tracing the outlines of his tattoos. I rub occasionally on his chest, palms running along his skin. This is the closest I’ve ever been to him, emotionally. I feel like he’s with me now, fully there, not half gone. 

“I love you so, so much, baby girl,” he whispers, head lulling back the more pressure I puncture into his skin, “and I think it’s time I show you how much I do.”

Barcelona 4: Part 1 of 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4-2

A/N: The conclusion.


I
BUCKY 
(inner monologue)


“You don’t get to make that decision by yourself, you selfish bitch!”

I regretted the words as soon as they escaped my lips. She had every right to slap me, the anger behind it was unmistakable, but then my reflexes reacted before I could stop myself, I felt her bone as my hand came in contact with hers. She went down and I lost it, what the hell is wrong with me? I raised my hand to the woman I love. I did the one thing I said I would never do, and I don’t blame her for wanting to kill my child, I wouldn’t want a child with someone like me either. A killer.

She went down and I screamed out when she did.

Her pain is my pain.

I reached for her.

I needed her.

I wanted to feel her warmth, I wanted her to know that I am no good without her. I know she’s already made her decision, but I needed to plead my case, she can’t kill our baby. I’m scared too, Dollface. No one never said parenthood had to be perfect because we would be the most imperfect parents. She needed to know this, she needed to know that I will always be by her side as her equal, walking in front of her to protect her and walking behind her giving her the light to shine, but always by her side.

I have to make this right, I need to make this right, but I can’t move. I’m down on my knees, a force is holding me back, keeping me away from her and I don’t like it. I need her! The weight of this force is pinning me down. I feel my anger, it’s breaking through, it’s becoming volcanic. My training like reflexes are taking over. Why are they keeping me away from her? I won’t hurt her. Don’t they know that they will have to kill me to keep me away from her?

Something is tugging on me. He’s awakened, he’s screaming out.

“Buck, stop. Don’t fight it!”

“IT’S NOT ME!” I bellowed.

“Wanda don’t.”

“This is the only one way to stop him.”

I feel him deep inside. The tug is coming from within. He’s escaped his cage and is clawing away at my sanity. He’s trying to overtake me. I reached my hand out for her, I can almost touch her. The searing pain shot through my brain and I fell to my knees. I screamed out again! I’m trying to fight it, but he’s winning.

He’s stronger than I am.

No matter how hard I fight against it, he wins, he will always be a part of me. I will always be an assassin. I’m tired of fighting it, this is who I am, who I will always be.

The Winter Soldier. 


II WANDA

“I saw you on the floor and the bloodcurdling scream…the pain the darkness…” She paused. “And I realized then that I wasn’t feeling your pain I was feeling his. I was in his head, it felt as if my brain was in the core of the sun. I felt his heartbeat and the volcanic waves of his thoughts, I felt the devil, the soldier within him, it was unbearable,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry. I c-could’ve killed him.”

I gazed at Wanda, not quite comprehending all that she said. She was in his head, she became a part of him, and she could’ve killed him. Wanda was still learning about her powers, she could senses emotions or as she just said, she could feel emotions. I stopped listening as she uttered those last words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked as a newfound anger rose from my soul. “You almost killed him.”

She nodded as the tears ran down her cheeks. “I had no idea that I could—.”

“You almost killed him!” I bellowed as the thought became nearly comical. “They think Loki is a menace, but Wanda, you deserve to be locked up in an Asgardian prison.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” I laughed. “Wait a minute, so you are also responsible for him being like this?” I gestured, pointing to Bucky.

She nodded. “When I was in his head I mistakenly unlocked the soldier.”

“YOU DID WHAT!” I banged against the glass with such force I thought I would break my only usable hand. 


III
NATASHA

Natasha steps in front of the glass window blocking Wanda. “Calm down. She didn’t know.”

“Of course she didn’t, how could she? Does she know how much he fears this part of himself? He can’t trust his mind, that’s why he went to Wakanda and now…Do you know what this means?” She nodded. “He can still be triggered.” I say as the weight of my words weakened my knees.

“We know. That’s why we had to sedate him. Tony looked him over, his vitals are normal, but we won’t know for sure until he is conscious.”



**I had to break this up into two parts to prevent it from becoming one long read. Part two of the conclusion has been queued up for Friday at midnight.**


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Joker Imagine - ‘Just Kill Me!’ PART 2

Part 1 here


Originally posted by suicidesquadsource

Originally posted by relationshipaims

WARNING: Smut

Your P.O.V.

The next day I woke up alone in our bed. The other side of the bed was still a little warm so I knew J hadn’t been up for long. I yawned and sat up, but stopped in my tracks as I felt a paint in my ribs. ‘’Ouch’’ I mumbled, knowing immediately that a bone must have been broken. I got out of bed and made the bed before getting dressed. I was wearing a silky nightgown and that’s all. I fluffed the pillows and then made sure everything was neat.

I got in the bathroom and washed my face. As I started to brush my teeth and put on make-up, I thought about yesterday. What a horrible day. J promised to not hurt me again and I really wished with all my heart that he wouldn’t. I was terrified.After a long bath and being kissed all over, he ordered some pizza for us. The rest of the day was ok.

Fifteen minutes later I was done with my makeup and I changed my clothes.  J was probably two floors down with his henchmen, planning the next mission. I was still not sure whether I could come or not. But based on his anger yesterday, I doubted it and I wouldn’t even ask.

Another ten minutes later I was dressed in red underwear, black jeans and a blue button up shirt of his. His shirts were comfier than mine , at least at home. I walked out of our penthouse and got into the elevator. As I saw myself in the mirror, I realized that the bruise on my jaw was still visible from under the foundation. ‘’Oh well..’’ I sighed just as the doors slid open. His henchmen were around computers and some of the offices were taken. I walked further inside and tried to find my J.

Instead of finding Joker, I saw Frost by a group of henchmen. I felt like I had to apologize to him sooner or later, even tho I couldn’t remember quite what I did wrong. Just then I heard J’s angry voice. I followed it and stayed behind a corner where I saw him in front of about 10 of his men. 

‘’If I see that one of you do that again, I will put a bullet through your fucking head!’’ He snarled angrily at them. My heart started to beat harder in my chest even tho he wasn’t yelling at me. The henchmen nodded and some said ‘yes sir’ or ‘yes boss’ in fear. Everyone feared Mr.J. Even Batsy even tho he tried not to show it.

‘’Oh and one more thing’’ J suddenly remembered and walked towards the corner where I was. I literally held my breath so he wouldn’t notice me. I watched as he got in front of a dark haired guy. J smiled evilly and I recognized that smile. It was a smile you didn’t want to see, because nothing good ever followed afterwards. ‘’I know how you looked at my girlfriend yesterday during mission’’ J told him, making a shiver run down my spine.

‘’Boss I-I didn’t..’’ He defended himself with a stuttering voice. ‘’Oh’’ J fake pouted and grabbed his gun from his silver jacket. I watched as he pressed it against the man’s abdomen. ‘’You tried to distract her didn’t ya? It’s you who wanted her to fail..’’ He growled deeply, raising the gun up until he was pointing at his head. ‘’No boss, I didn’t’’ The guy gulped, but even I could hear it was a lie.

‘’Oh such a shame..’’ J sighed and pulled the trigger. I had never startled from a gun before, but suddenly my heart jumped to my throat and a flashback of him hitting me flashed before my eyes. I saw the guy fall dead on the ground and blood pooling on the hardwood floor.

‘’To the others, don’t ever mess with Y/N’’ J warned them,but I was too shocked to focus. I could literally see him hitting me again and again and again. Before he could find me, I hurried back to the elevator. I pressed the button to get on the 30th floor which was our penthouse. Just as I thought the doors would shut, J stepped in. ‘’Oh you’re awake’’He noticed and smiled.

‘’Yeah, I was..looking for you’’ I said nervously, ignoring the fact that I had seen him kill the guy and that I had a flashback. ‘’You found me’’ He chirped and then the elevator shut and went up. ‘’Y-yeah..’’ I mumbled quietly.Fuck it, I was a bad liar sometimes. But J didn’t question me. I saw that he raised his arm and it caused me to flinch. I raised my arms in front of my face and shut my eyes tightly. My muscles grew tense and my breath hitched in my throat as I waited for a hit.

‘’Sorry! Sorry..I didn’t mean to lie!’’ I whimpered and my knees started trembling. ‘’Y/N..’’ J said my name sadly. I gritted my teeth nervously and peeked at him between my arms. He looked sad, not angry or shocked, just really sad. ‘’I wasn’t going to hit you’’ He told me with a broken voice. Oops. I lowered my arms and then bit the inside of my cheek. The elevator doors opened, but he didn’t walk out. ‘’Did you think that babe?’’ He whispered and slowly moved his hand on my shoulder.

A blush spread on my face from embarrassment. ‘’Sorry J’’ I apologized and felt uncomfortable. Why would I do that? ‘’Don’t be..’’ He sighed and then walked into our penthouse. I followed him and stayed quiet. Just as he shut the front door, he spoke again. ‘’What were you saying in the elevator?’’ He asked me and walked to the kitchen. I followed him a little nervously. Would he be mad again? I guess I just had to find out.

‘’I saw that you shot him..’’I admitted and then played with the hem of the shirt I was wearing. J faced me quietly and it made my heart beat harder and I hated it. I hated to be scared of him. ‘’Good. At least I don’t have to tell it to you’’ He said rather calmly which surprised me. ‘’Are you sure you’re ok with it?’’ I looked up to him in surprise. 

His red lips curved into a sweet smile. ‘’Yes doll’’ He purred and suddenly I felt his hands on my hips. ‘’Relax babe’’ He told me, probably noticing that my soul nearly jumped out of my body whenever he moved. ‘’I’m trying’’ I admitted shyly and looked away. Usually I was carefree and hyper around J. He probably hated me like this which made me feel more of a bother.

‘’Let me make you feel good..’’ He whispered into my ear and suddenly pressed his crotch against mine. My eyes widened and I was sure I was blushing. ‘’Okay babe?’’ He asked me and rubbed my back. Holy shit he was hot when he spoke like that. I nodded and let him lift me onto the kitchen island so I was sitting on it. I wrapped my legs around him and then kissed his red lips. J kissed me warmly and was quick to push his tongue into my mouth. I could kiss him until I’d choke because these moments were somehow rare but so amazing.

J touched my body softly and started to unbutton the shirt while his lips were devouring mine.His warm kiss made me relax and melt onto him. ‘’You have the sweetest lips doll’’ He let me know and then threw the blue shirt on the kitchen floor. Then he unbuttoned my pants and dragged them off. ‘’Eager much?’’ I smiled and looked into his darkened eyes. ‘’I’m hungry’’ He told me raspily and I swear it was the hottest thing. I nearly came at the sight of him being horny.

His fingers hooked around my red panties and he pulled them off. I kicked them on the kitchen floor and then laid down on the kitchen island. J sat down on a stool and wrapped his arms around my legs. ‘’You’re so wet doll’’ He let me know raspily and then kissed my thigh. ‘’Don’t tease’’ I begged, really eager to feel his mouth do the magic on me.

Suddenly J pressed his warm mouth on my wet pussy and licked up from my slit so he could taste me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head from the pleasure I hadn’t felt in a few weeks now. Foreplay had stayed aside lately which was kinda sad. ‘’So good’’ He purred and pressed his tongue on my clit. It felt so good.

‘’Yes J..’’ I moaned as he started to eat me out real good. He pushed his face closer to me and gently nibbled on my sensitive nub. I moved my hands to his hair which I usually wasn’t allowed to do. The only time I could mess with his green hair was when he was between my legs. J pushed his long tongue inside of me, spreading my soft walls a little bit. Then he started to push his tongue in and out of me, making pleasure build up in me.

‘’Fuck yeah’’ I purred happily and bucked my hips against his face while pushing him closer by his hair. I was so fucking sensitive so it felt ten times better. Each time he did a little rougher move, I bucked my hips and moaned louder. After a while he pulled back and I looked down at him. His face was glistening because of my arousal. He was smiling and looking at me darkly because he was so lustful. 

‘’Boss are you here?’’ Someone yelled from behind the door. ‘’Yes and I’m busy’’ He shouted back and suddenly pushed two fingers inside of me, making me gasp in surprise. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so the man behind the door couldn’t hear me. ‘’How long?’’ He asked J. Joker started to fingerfuck me roughly, pushing his fingers deep inside of me each time. I could hear my wetness as he fingered me. It felt so good that it was nearly impossible to shut up.

‘’Twenty minutes or something’’ J informed the guy and came closer to me. As he fingered me with his long fingers, he pressed his warm mouth on my throbbing clit. That’s it. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I felt like heaven. I knew the man had heard us, but I didn’t care anymore. An orgasm was building up inside of me and J pushed me closer each time he touched my G-spot.

‘’Fuck J!’’ I moaned loudly and wanted more. He licked and sucked on my clit and then pushed a third finger inside of my tightness. First it hurt a tiny bit, but pleasure took over quickly. He used his other arm to keep my hips down so I couldn’t squirm if it got a little too much. ‘’Come for me baby’’ He encouraged me and then looked up to me while eating me and fingering me.

I held my breath and then let go. A powerful orgasm hit my like a brick wall and I yelled out his name in pure pleasure. My walls tightened around his fingers ,yet he didn’t stop. ‘’J!’’ I whimpered and tried to wiggle away because I was so sensitive. Every little touch made me jump, but he kept me down. ‘’Relax’’ He told me darkly and continued licking my clit. I couldn’t even breathe properly.

‘’Fuck fuck fuck’’ I grunted and tried to handle the pleasure that was overwhelming me. My vision got a little blurry, but I managed it. Since he never stopped, it didn’t take long for a second orgasm to come closer. ‘’J..Oh..fuck’’ I whimpered and tugged his hair. My other orgasm came out of the blue, numbing all my other senses but the ability to feel. As the pleasure rolled on my body, my legs started to shake and my head fell back in pure pleasure.

I swear I could see stars.

J pulled out his fingers and I felt something wet. He started licking my pussy hungrily, making me whimper because I was still sensitive. This really drained my energy a little bit. ‘’You taste delicious’’ He let me know while finishing me up. My body was taken over by the pleasure and sensitivity of two mind blowing orgasms. J noticed and stood up. ‘’Aw baby..do you feel good?’’ He asked me and helped me to sit. I squeezed my legs together and leaned against his chest while catching my breath.

‘’Mhhmm’’ I tried to mumble a yes. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. ‘’You squirted babe’’ He whispered proudly while holding me. A blush spread on my face, but I didn’t really mind. He did it to me. ‘’The others heard us’’ I reminded him. ‘’So what? At least they know that you’re mine doll’’ 

You’re Late

Authors Note: So as some of you may know, I try not to discriminate when it comes to who I write for. If they bring little flutters in all the right places, I will. So I got this request and I have to admit, James McAvoy is an enticing being. His accent. The way that he carries himself. Like this badass, let me teach you somethings but in a proper but not so proper way. Anywho.. I’m rambling sorry! Thanks for the request babe. XOXO

Trigger Warning: Pure Smut

“ Lemme get an imagine with those James McAvoy gifs I sent you(;”- Anon

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Nine ~ Chapter Four

An EXO murder mystery AU feat. ot9

Not requested

Genre: Suspense // Smut // Romance

Member(s): ot9

Summary: (of this series) Fourteen deaths and counting. Nine suspects. One killer. Can you catch the killer before he catches you?

Summary: (of this chapter) OMG, I love this chapter so much. There’s too much happening but I’ll just say this: you’re eventually stuck with all nine of them in a room.

WARNINGS: Stalking, violence against women, killing, violence in general. Also, smut.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} {Chapter five} {Chapter six} {Chapter seven} {Epilogue}



As your eyes flutter open, you spot two figures sitting on two chairs opposite your bed. Blinking, you rub your eyes as your vision clears up. You are in a hospital bed in a private room. There are tubes and machines in and around you. Looking around, you look at the clock on the wall. It’s no longer morning; it’s one in the morning the day after. You had missed the whole day. You were supposed to investigate more of Jongdae, Minseok, and Chanyeol. Now what were you supposed to do? You were stuck in this hospital bed at one in the morning.

“Are you awake?” you hear someone say softly.

You look in the direction of the voice. The room is pitch black, but you know exactly whose voice it belongs to.

“…Yixing? What are you doing here? And who is that other person?” you say, pointing to the other sleeping figure next to him.

“That doesn’t matter honey,” he says, getting up and walking over to you. Dragging a chair from a few feet away, he sits next to you and you can finally see the details of his pretty face. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?” he whispers. “Jongdae told me what happened. I haven’t talked to Minseok, so Junmyeon will do that.”

“Is that Junmyeon?” you ask, pointing at the other person.

He nods. “I was worried and I didn’t want to visit you alone…so I dragged him here with me. He’s been sleeping the whole day.”

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Scared HC: reader x Alex Summers

Warnings: implied mention of being touched without permission but it doesn’t actually happen, mild cursing (idk if that word is a curse word), party setting

A/N: So I don’t like the concept of jealousy in most cases because it usually means you’re in an untrustworthy relationship, so I took the request a bit differently. It’s more like he was scared for them and wanted to protect them. Sorry this is short and lowkey sucked…

Originally posted by resourcesforourfallenheroes

(not my gif but omg he looks so hot)

Dating Alex Summers and him getting protective of you would include:

  • you had a very trusting relationship with Alex so the problem wasn’t with you, he was just scared of what other men could do
  • one day you’d be out to a party and you’d be talking to your friend
  • he had to leave the party early, so he went to hug you goodbye, but before he could wrap his arms around you, Alex pushed him backwards and stood between you two
  • “Alex! What the hell?!”
  • “He was trying to touch you!”
  • “Yeah, he was trying to hug me! He’s my best friend!”
  • “Oh”
  • “Yeah, oh! What the hell where you thinking?!”
  • your friend scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and muttered out a “I’m just gonna go now” before leaving the two of you to discuss what just happened
  • he’d look down, his jaw clenched. He looked like he was about to reveal something he kept deep inside
  • “I’m just scared for you. Every day there’s headlines about a guy talking to someone and it ending with the latter getting hurt, or violated, and-and I just don’t want that to be you.”
  • “Thank you, Alex. I love you so much. It’s nice to know that you’re always watching out for my safety.”
  • “I love you too, babe”

Thank you for the request: anonymous