crimson trail

The Labyrinth Chapter 1

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin || ft. all the members

Length: 2.0k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate your parents’ whereabouts. It is this fateful decision that leads you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading, as your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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“That night you dreamt of entering a labyrinth, a never ending maze that seemed to have no exits. No matter how much you turned and climbed, there was no way out, but within the distance was another person who sought your help. Together, you walked through the maze, guiding each other to a hopefully brighter place.”

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Request: Sharp Objects

Request: HI I love your fics!! could you do a deanxreader where dean broke his right hand on a hunt and can’t shave himself so the reader, with hidden feelings for dean, does it for him with lots of fluff please

Word Count: 1,270

Thank you<3

“Ouch! Jesus Christ, that’s a bitch.” The muffled cursing comes from behind the bathroom door, then followed by the clinking sound of something falling into the ceramic sink, and finally a, “Son of a bitch!”

Despite the laundry pile you’re carrying, you swerve across towards the door and knock a couple of times with your free hand, “Dean? Everything alright in there?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then a short reply, “Fine.”

He’s obviously frustrated – a tone you’ve quickly become accustomed to hearing after dragging him home from the hospital a few days ago. He’d landed badly after being catapulted across the room by an overzealous ghost and broken a hand, whereas Sam had gotten off with a concussion and you’d somehow managed to slip away injury-free – which had inevitably resulted in you skivvying around to cater to their every whim.

While Sam had managed to get over himself somewhat and take it easy while the hellish egg on his head goes down, Dean has been trying to do everything as normal. He hates being laid up like this, and trying to get everything done for himself has just resulted in more hurt and hindrance than help.

You still linger outside the door for a few moments, “Can I help at all?”

He hesitates, and for a long moment you wonder if he’s actually going to accept, “I could use a clean towel.”

“Got one here. Mind opening the door?” You ask, after trying to get in and finding the door locked. Again, a hesitation, but then the door opens, Dean fumbling with his good hand for a few moments to get it undone.

You pride yourself on being able to keep a poker face. Sometimes giving the enemy no indication of your emotions could mean the difference between life and death – sometimes it’s imperative that a victim doesn’t know what you’re thinking. But this time, when it’s important that you don’t make a sound so Dean doesn’t slam the door in your face, you just can’t seem to freaking manage it.

“I know, alright?” He huffs as you sidle into the bathroom and begin draping the towels from the pile over the towel rack, trying desperately not to laugh. It’s not your fault – he’s covered in shaving cream – it’s smudged over his nose and there are even splatters in his eyebrows. It’s all white, apart from a trail of crimson blood slipping down the side of his face.

“You can’t shave left-handed?” You guess, taking note of the razor left in the sink and the cast immobilising his right hand. He sighs wearily, and then nods.

“Nope. I’ve never had to try before, and I was starting to look even more homeless than Sam.” He complains, taking a towel from you when you offer one to him.

“Dean, for crying out loud, you shattered your hand. I think you’re allowed to look homeless for a little while.” You reassure him, balancing the rest of the laundry – mostly jeans and a handful of flannels – on the countertop, “If you really want it sorted, I’ll do it for you.”

As soon as the offer has left your mouth, you regret it – the very idea of managing to get so close to him without blushing like a five year old, or completely losing your breath… impossible. And yet, he nods, smiling ruefully.

“Would you mind? I just… can’t.” He shrugs, and you smile back, nodding and shooing him off towards the closed toilet seat.

“Go on then, sit down.” You instruct, picking up the razor and running the warm tap to clear it off. You let the tap run for a little while, filling the basin, and then approach Dean carefully, “You have to promise to stay still. Usually when I’m so close to someone with something this sharp it doesn’t end very well for them.”

He laughs, leaning back with the force of it, “That’s not encouraging, Y/N.”

“I said I’d do it. I never said I’d do it well.” You remind him with a smile – humour: humour is how you get through this without making a complete idiot of yourself.

“Much appreciated, beautiful.” He winks, and it’s all you can do to force out a snort and place your fingers beneath his chin to tilt his head up a little.

“Mm, whatever you say,” Sometimes it’s difficult not to take his words too seriously, and you have to remind yourself that Dean Winchester can and will flirt with anything that moves – you’re not special to him beyond being good friends and hunting buddies.

“Well, the closer you get, the more I’m thinking it.” He mumbles, remaining still as stone as you skin the razor over his skin smoothly – you’re painstakingly careful, starting on the opposite side to the cut on his lower cheek. He chuckles when you lean back to dunk the razor in the sink, then move back over to him.

“I’ll stay well back, then.” You wink in response, but contradict your own statement by leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts over your face. His eyes remain trained on your face, watching every movement as you press your lips together, squinting in concentration. You try your best to ignore it, being as careful and steady as your humanly can manage while you get to work.

His eyes don’t leave you until you’re finished, patting down his face with a towel and then handing it to him – only then does he force himself to look away, watching as you clear up and set everything back in its place.

When he finally manages to open his mouth, he’s expecting the words that come out to be ‘thanks, Y/N’ – instead, they’re, “When you’re concentrating, your nose does this funny little thing.”

You turn slowly, quirking an eyebrow in a manner he can only describe as adorable, “Excuse me?”

“It kinda… wrinkles. But just at the tip. Right here.” He taps his own nose, a small smile playing on his lips, “And you blink a lot. I just… never noticed before.” Dean confesses, giving a nonchalant shrug and trying to ask as if he isn’t mortified by the words.

Rather than make a comment, you give a smile, wiping your hands off and stepping back, “I suppose I’m not the kind of person people pay a whole lot of attention to.” It’s not meant to be self-deprecating, but Dean takes it that way nonetheless.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes, standing up and poking at the cast as if his hand would be magically healed, “Y/N, you turn heads everywhere you go.”

“Yeah, right, of course.”

“Hey, look at me,” He takes your wrist in his hand, turning you to face him properly, “You’re beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. And smart, and kind, and funny. And people notice that. I notice that.”

That’s when your heart really does skip a beat – his eyes are on yours, emeralds glinting in the harsh white light of the bunker’s main bathroom.

“Dean, I-“

“You don’t need to reply to that. Didn’t mean to back you into a corner. Sorry.” Dean smiles sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck with his good hand – but you shake your head, stepping forward with all of the boldness you can muster.

“I want to.” You assure him, taking his good hand and squeezing it gently, “I don’t care about anyone else noticing. Just you.”

He hesitates, then glances sideways, at the door, “Can I kiss you?” He blurts, flushing red like an embarrassed teenager.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”  

Tricked. {A Feysand Halloween}

This is dedicated to Anon, who sent me a prompt asking for a Feysand based Halloween oneshot! Well, anon, first of all: Happy birthday!!! I hope it’s wonderful and you get a lot of candy or vodka I’m not sure how old you’re turning. Anyway, enjoy.~

P.S. A Nessian Halloween will be posted tomorrow (Sunday). :)


Originally posted by byaseashore

It was a rainy, blistering Halloween night.

Typically, Feyre wasn’t disturbed by the paranormal, but there was something about the evening that had her feeling quite eerie.

Rhysand had suggested that they stay in, considering the year before all he had to take from their outing was a shirt that smelled like whiskey and tequila, thanks to Cassian’s drunk, shaky hands.

But, Feyre didn’t mind it – the calm evenings at home. Since they started their new jobs, they had become a rarity. So, Feyre popped the popcorn and bought a bag of candy while Rhysand dug up every scary movie they owned. After turning off their front porch light so no trick-or-treaters would disturb their lovely evening, of just the two of them, they made themselves comfortable in their living room.

“What should we start with?” she asked, flipping through their haunted movie collection. “Maybe we should start with something light. I think I snuck Hocus Pocus in here somewhere…”

“Why?” Rhys grinned from where he was sprawled out on the couch. “Scared?”

Feyre scoffed. “No. I just like to ease myself in.”

“Yeah ri –“

The lights shut off before he could finish his sentence. As Feyre stood in the darkness, waiting for her eyes to adjust, she cursed. “Rhys?”

There was no answer.

“Rhysand?”

Nothing.

This isn’t funny.”

Getting on her hands and knees, so she could avoid any injuries caused by furniture, Feyre crawled to the coffee table where she searched for her phone. Thanks to being able to operate her screen in her sleep, she found the flashlight and clicked it on.

Light surrounded her.

Yet, where Rhysand had been sitting on the couch, there was no one.

“Rhys!” she yelled, as the hairs on her arms began to stand. “Okay. Come out. Please. This isn’t funny. I’m not laughing.”

When there was no answer, again, Feyre began to question her entire relationship. “Prick. You should be glad if you get through the night without me shoving this ring that’s on my finger down your throat.”

After a quick examination of the open living room, Feyre began to tiptoe through the hallway. “Ya know, in horror movies, it’s always the curious one that gets killed first. Then, on the other hand, I’m the only one here, so it looks like I’m probably going to die anyway.”

If she expected him to chuckle, and reveal his hiding spot, she was disappointed.

When she turned the corner to the kitchen, she froze. “Rhys?”

There was a figure standing, staring out the window, but she knew at first glance it wasn’t him. She did know him, though. The tall figure, wearing all black, his shoulder-length hair gathered in a bun at the back of his head.

“Cass?”

She shone her light on him, but he didn’t move.

“Uh, Cassian, why are you in my house?” she asked, again. Then, when he didn’t reply, “I swear to the Cauldron…..if no one starts talking, I’m going to grab a knife.”

Nothing, not even a twitch.

Then, as she was sliding the silverware drawer open, her brother-in-law slowly turned to meet her.

She shrieked when she caught sight of his face, of the blood trailing down his chin, from his head and out of his mouth.

“Cass,” she whispered, nothing more than the movement of her lips. Her hands began to shake as her voice caught, as she grew nauseous.

He began groaning, and stepping toward her, one foot at a time. “Fey. Ruh. Fey. Ruh. Must. Eat. Brains.”

Feyre backed up.

But when she turned to run, she ran into Azriel’s chest. His clothes were torn, his eyes soulless pits of black. The same crimson liquid trailed down the side of his face, his mouth hanging limply as he stood, motionless.

The next sound that left Feyre’s lips could have broken glass.

She screamed, and screamed, until the pantry door swung open and Rhysand trailed out, a knife sticking out of his chest.

But he wasn’t in pain.

He was….

Laughing.

“Dammit, Rhys!” Cassian said, throwing his hands up. “We were doing so good.”

Azriel just sighed. “This blood tastes like ass.”

“I’m sorry,” Rhys said, still laughing, grabbing his phone from his pocket and sending a quick text. Less than a minute later, the lights flickered back on, the humming of the heater bringing the house back to life.

Feyre didn’t say anything, she couldn’t even calm her heart as Rhysand removed the prank-knife from his body. “I’m sorry, but- “

He broke into a fit of laughter, along with Cassian, and even Azriel cracked a grin.

“I hate you all,” Feyre said, at last. “I hate you all so, so much.”

“Come on, Feyre.” Cassian threw an arm around her shoulder. “It was all in the name of fun.”

“I wasn’t having fun.”

“Party-pooper.”

“I hope you get trampled by trick-or-treaters,” Feyre snapped, as they opened the back door and made their exits after a quick good luck to Rhysand.

“You think it’s funny now,” Feyre said, shaking her head as she turned to face her fiancé. “But you won’t be laughing when I get you back.”

He raised an eyebrow, taking a lazy step toward her. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

Feyre smiled, sweetly. “I’ll be thinking about it when I’m in bed, alone, while you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Rhysand blinked as she began to walk away. “What…..will you be doing in bed, alone?”

“Everything you wish you could be doing to me, in be-“

Before she could finish, Rhysand had her thrown over his shoulder, and was hauling her up the stairs.

To her dismay, she was laughing.

If Mor hadn’t called her an hour before and told her what the three hoodlums of Halloween had planned, she really would be pissed.

Besides, she had a fake bottle of blood and a giant spider hanging from their bedroom ceiling.

She would get him back soon enough.

Liberty Pt.8

Originally posted by enchanted-forests

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Waking up disorientated, hella crying, sexual assault mention, bodily harm, flashbacks and nightmares, fluff, sam and wanda fluff. Interrogation, Pierce being an asshole.
Smut, not full blown tho, thigh riding, please tell me if i’ve forgotton anything

Word Count: 3861

A/N: I hope everyone likes this chapter, it’s taken me like a week, i hope its not too bad. though there are some sensitive subjects listen in the warnings. Just to say, if anyone has suffered any form of assault, people are willing to listen and my ask/message box is always open. Stay strong guys n dolls.
I’m also very effing tired so sorry if there are any mistakes

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7


Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.


A sharp tingling in his fingers was all Bucky could feel as he made way from his spot on the quarterdeck.

Shit, shit, shit.” Bucky seethed. He scrambled towards your unconscious body. Wanda was shifting you into the safety position, gently moving your dead-weight limbs in the correct way.

As Bucky approached you, he took your tired body into his arms, carrying you bridal into his cabin, “Wanda, I’d like you to tend to Y/N, please, in case there’s anything wrong with her. I need to sort out Rumlow and Pierce.” His voice was gruff and worn.

‘Course, Captain.

After gently resting you on the bed, Bucky stormed out of the cabin in haste. As he approached Rumlow’s lifeless body, he gave it a swift kick in the head with his right foot, earning a sharp crack of the bones within.

That’s what you get for fucking with my patience, prick.

Bucky, what are we gonna do with Pierce?” Sam grumbled as he hid the dead body behind a crate, grimacing.

He’s going to clean up this mess.” Bucky scowled, pointing down at the blood and tissue slapped against the decking.

Sam scurried towards the hatch that opened to the bottom deck, holding his pistol in a white-knuckled fist.

Pierce, Captain Barnes wants you.” Sam earned a huff and a disheveled man approaching from the dark shadows of the decks below. “Now!


Is there something you need, Captain?” Alexander rolled his eyes.

Ah! Pierce! Just the man I needed, I need you to clean this mess up,” Bucky commented, his dramatic gesture towards the dark trail dripping with sarcasm.

As Alexander grabbed the mop and bucket from the side of the ship, he began to mop what he thought was vomit, but when the stench of iron filled his withering lungs, he wondered why Brock hadn’t come back from…

Where’s Rumlow?” Alexander asked shakily, not full of fear but anger.

If thou looks thou shalt find,” Bucky mumbled matter-of-factly whilst pretending to pick at his nails.

As the elder man followed the crimson trail he found the deceased body of Brock.

What on earth-

Tell me what he was planning.” Scowl, jaw clenching, brows furrowing.

I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alexander exclaimed, practically shaking in his worn leather boots as Sam held the barrel against his matted grey hair.

Bull-fucking-shit, Pierce, tell me what Brock was doing, what he was planning against Y/N, or even me for all I know, or I promise Sam will put a bullet in that thick skull of yours just like I did to your little partner in crime.” Bucky was full of wrath, but he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up his crew.

We targeted her because… She’s young a-and pretty and-

“Because you’re both disgusting pigs that objectify women and try to force them to satisfy your needs. Let me enlighten you, on your future journey aboard my ship,” Bucky sauntered closer to the disheveled man in front of him and continued in a low whisper, “now that your little friend has tried my patience and trust and I have had to waste a bullet, you will do as I say until I am done with you, you will not lay a finger on anyone, including myself and Y/N. I’m taking your firearms and weapons, henceforth taking your dignity. Consider yourself a man of the brig, Mr. Pierce.

Sam lowered his pistol and stuffed it into his belt, keeping a watchful eye on Pierce as he continued to clean up the bloody mess on the brown flooring.

I’ve got my eyes on you. Keep on cleanin’, white boy.

~

Who’s going to get rid of the body?” Wanda asked, biting her fingernails.

She had tucked you into bed once she finished cleaning the cut on your throat and the blood from your sweat sodden skin. She had the decency to change you out of your confinements too, the fabrics were chucked into a metal bucket full of hot water so the blood wouldn’t stain. Your limp body had made it hard for Wanda to dress you in a spare blouse, but the hard work had paid off.

I was the one to kill him and I think I should be the one to chuck him overboard. Sam, would you think strapping a pair of boons to his feet would make him sink?

I think it would, Buck.” Sam snorted.

Well then, I’ll be back shortly.

With that, Bucky made his way to the main deck. He never intended to kill anyone, but when someone threatens someone he cares about most dear, his simmering anger turns to an over-boiled rage that cannot be contained. Sometimes he could control it, sometimes he couldn’t. Not this time, anyway. Shooting Brock Rumlow’s brains out was a rational thing to do, seeing as he was holding a very sharp dagger to his lady’s throat.

What he didn’t understand was why. Why? Why did he target you? Was there something Pierce wasn’t confessing? Was it something else?

He would never know now unless Pierce spilled his guts, and that’s why unwanted guilt washed over him like cold water as he steadied the dead body over the edge of the ship.

May the gods have mercy on your soul Brock Rumlow, because I fucking won’t.


As you woke up, you realised it was far from dawn due to the faint white rays of moonlight pouring through the small windows. Through tired, cloudy eyes you looked at your surroundings. You were in yours and Bucky’s shared bedchamber, though he was nowhere in sight. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the large hand on the eleven and the smaller hand near the twelve.

How long had you been out for?

You looked down your body to find that you were dressed in one of Bucky’s worn blouses, who dressed you? Who cleaned you? Was Brock dead? Was everyone OK?

You had so many questions.

You carefully slipped from beneath the silk sheets of the warm bed and tiptoed towards the cabin.

Bucky?” You called, your vision was still foggy from sleep, and you felt a throbbing sensation on the side of your throat. You peered into a nearby mirror and discovered you had a small gash on the side of your neck from where Brock had fallen behind you, his dagger had obviously caught but you were lucky it was just a small cut and no a full slice across the front.

Y/N? How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.

“I, er, I don’t know really,” You gulped, tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke, “Everything… Everything is just… Lord, I’m sorry Bucky-

Hey- no need for that, my love, none of this- NONE, of this is your fault. You’ve just been the victim of a very fucked up person, this was all HIS doing, not yours, don’t you even dare, for a second, think that you should blame yourself.” Bucky then tugged you to his chest as you let a few tears slip, you felt strong hands rub your back and stroke your hair as you breathed deep breaths.

He said… He said he would have slit my throat, d-drained me and t-then used my body as a toy or s-something,” you hiccuped then, wincing as the scene replayed in your head, “and he said Pierce would be in on it too- and he said something about not risking Blackbeard- my father’s blade again.

Listen, you’re safe now, I… You know what I’ve done to Rumlow, he’s long gone, probably eaten by a shark or stolen by a siren by now. Though, Pierce is being kept in the brig behind bars, away from everyone else.” You furrowed your brows then, but before you could speak Bucky finished his sentence.  “I’ll let you kick his ass soon, maybe shoot him in the foot.” You let out a watery giggle then, sniffling slightly. You saw the devotion in Bucky’s soft eyes then, along with his loving smile.

You realised then, that you loved this man, this big soft soul wrapped in steel skin, with silky brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean tides. You didn’t want to say it so soon- so you just tugged his head down to yours so you could press a tender kiss to his lips. It was a passionate kiss, but there was no tongue, or groans or moans. Sheer bliss and you pulled away only slightly, your lips ghosting over his.

May I ask who took care of me whilst you done whatever you did?

It was Wanda, I-I didn’t know whether you would have wanted I, a male, to touch you whilst unconscious, so I asked Wanda, a female, and your friend, to help you. Seeing as she’s uh… tended to your… womanly needs before-

Hush, James, I know what you mean. Thank you for respecting me.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, inwardly sighing at the warm contact as his hands cupped your jaw. “I’m hungry, but… I think I should get some clothes on first.


What do you think will happen?” Sam asked quietly as he stood behind his love, head resting his head on her shoulder.

I don’t know, Sam, just know, that whatever happens, we’ll find a way out of it, we always do.” Wanda murmured, her hands resting on the ones draped gently across her shoulders, stroking his knuckles softly.

Hey, look up, see that? Shooting star, better make a wish, darlin’.” Sam chuckled, his eyes stuck on the beautiful lass in front of him, she was his wish come true, so he didn’t have to ask for anything more.

I couldn’t wish for anything more than you, Sam.


You had spent the hour with Bucky in the main area of the cabin, you hadn’t exited the large room, therefore, you didn’t have to change. Bucky had kindly gone to the galley and fetched some bread, fruit and wine for you. You both sat by his desk, munching away.

As the clock chimed one, you and Bucky both bid goodnight to Wanda and Sam once they popped their heads through the door to do the same. As you both got comfortable in bed, you shuffled closer to one another, basking in each other's’ warmth and company. You felt Bucky yawn, his hard chest heaving against your cheek, causing you to yawn also.

Yawning is as contagious as the black death, dare I say,” Bucky muttered tiredly, the vibrations of his voice relaxing you. His hands absentmindedly delved underneath the loose fabric of the baggy blouse that adorned your frame. His fingers traced light lines from your waist to your shoulder, slightly edging the blouse further and further up, the sound of even breathing and steady ocean waves lulled you to sleep.


During the early hours of the morning, you were jolted out of your sleep. Bucky had awoken too - having the ability to feel what you’re feeling - he felt the sweat roll down your temple, your erratic breathing and the tears burning in your eyes.

You were on high alert, you felt so panicked and scared. It hadn’t been a whole day and you were already having night terrors, Brock’s disfigured face haunted and tormented the insides of your eyelids, screaming into your dreaming ears, the feeling of cold steel still against your throat and sticky blood coating your skin like thick paint.

Bucky could feel you going into an erratic, panicked state and he shuffled closer to you to try and make you feel his gentle, calming touch. As his calloused hands made contact with yours, you looked at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t breathe and your head felt too heavy for your body like a siren out of the water.

Shh, Y/N, it’s okay, he’s not here, he can’t touch you anymore, he’s dead, he’s gone, long gone. Breathe with me, darling, breathe nice and deep, there we go,” You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck whilst your shoulders heaved with muscle-straining sobs. Bucky’s voice alone eased you to calmness again, and you slumped against him, tired and spent from the panic attack.

I hope God has no mercy on that wretched man because I certainly won’t.” You groaned. You felt your head throb with pain from a number of tears you had shed now and then.

I said the exact same thing, doll, I said the exact same thing. But just remember that I’m here for you, Wanda is here for you, so is Sam. You’re welcome to jump aboard Steve’s ship and talk to him or Peggy as well, they’re basically… only next door.” He finished his words with a firm kiss on your forehead. You snorted a little, rubbing your tired eyes.

You twisted your head to look at the large grandfather clock, it was only three in the morning and you still had time to rest but you were so, so petrified of the pictures flashing behind your eyelids again.

Then the reality of this whole situation combusted inside your chest, the realisation that your father, the most feared pirate in all continents, was probably out roaming the seas looking for you. What if he was angry? You shook the thought from your mind when you realized that you never owed him any explanation; he had tried courting you off with a strange man that was only interested in sex and breeding to keep his bloodline going, he paid barely any attention to you and he shrugged you off most of the time.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Peggy… They were your home now, not Port Royal. Your father could attempt to steal you away from the man you love and take you back to the island but there was a high chance of him being at the pointy end of everyone’s swords.

Most of the crew had taken a liking to you, apart from Pierce and the late Brock Rumlow, obviously, the thought made you shudder again.

Y/N, darling, please rest -” Bucky whispered, his fingers gently ghosting against the skin of your neck. His large hand gently cradled your head as his thumb soothed over your earlobe, making you relax into his touch. You peered down to see the covers tangled between both your legs, putting them on show.

Bucky- you never told me about that scar -” You ran your finger lightly over the thick scar on thigh, the tissue was painted in pinks and whites small tinges of red, the pattern almost resembled that of a map, like it was a guide to his soul. The thought made you smile a little and Bucky’s hand came to rest on yours as you traced the jagged edges of the memory etched upon his skin.

“I was a boy- probably about nine or ten years old, I had knocked over an oil lamp on my father’s ship and where the flame had caught my trousers the oil seeped straight through, I was running around like a lunatic, shouting for my father and the fire didn’t stop,” You peered up at Bucky to see him smiling, as if it was one of his fondest memories. “one jackass decided to pour rum on my leg, yeah, rum. The asshole thought it would extinguish the flames but alas, it did not. By then the mixed chemicals were already singing off my skin and I ended up with a third-degree burn, it was much bigger what it seems now, much bigger, it was so, so painful, as well.” Bucky grimaced as he looked down at the scarring.

Well, Bucky, it definitely isn’t ugly, I assure you that.” You smiled up at him, your fingers still dancing around the seams of his beautiful flaw, and you felt him shiver at the contact. You pressed a light kiss on his jawline, lingering a bit longer than usual.

Are you trying to give me a love bite, Miss L/N?” Bucky teased, his voice low and drawn out as his head tilted sideways, giving you access to the soft and stubble skin of his neck and jaw.

Hmm, maybe, Captain Barnes, though one does not know how to do such a thing.” Your comment didn’t surprise him, but he pulled back to look at you anyway.

Would you like me to show you, angel?” His blue eyes gazed down upon yours as he spoke his words, his tantalizing bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

You were unsure of what was to come, but you nodded your head anyway. You knew Bucky could sense your nervousness, as he pulled your face closer to his and took your lips in a passionate kiss.

“I’m gonna kiss you here,” one short kiss to your jaw, “here,” a lingering kiss to the area underneath your ear, which made you sigh only slightly, “and all round here, angel.

Bucky began to lather your neck with kisses filled with lips teeth and tongue, Bucky worked his mouth over the soft flesh, earning a sharp moan to leave your throat as you felt a wonderful feeling between pain and pleasure envelope your mind. He nibbled softly, his tongue soothing over the spots almost instantly, but you moaned aloud when he blew cool onto the dampened spot, and you subconsciously hiked your thigh upwards and over his strong one.

Bucky shifted and grabbed a hand-mirror from the nightstand and pointed it at you, gently tilting your head. Your jaw went slack when you saw a pinky-purple splotch on the side of your neck, though you didn’t get a chance to react because Bucky had gone back to attacking your neck with more and more kisses.

He bit down a harder on the spot over your jugular as your cloth covered heat made contact with his thigh. Bucky’s large hands left your hips and neck to grasp your bum, making you straddle his thick thigh.

You wanna rock them pretty hips against my thigh, my love? Hmm?” Bucky’s gravelly voice sent shocks right through you. “Let me show you how useful this big ol’ scar can be sweetheart.” His words could be deceived as innocent if spoken in a different manner, but they were so erotic you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

Oh, Bucky, I- how does this feel so g-good?” You dropped your head to his broad shoulder as his hands found your bum, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading your cheeks so you ground down harder onto him and so he could feel almost all of your heat against the sensitive skin of his scarred thigh. He paid no attention to the erection that tented against the large blouse adorning his body, his focus was on you, your body, your facial expressions, and most of all, the feeling of your damp little pussy grinding against him through a barrier of thin cotton.

You felt the pressure on your clothed clit as it dragged against the rough skin of his thigh, the knot in your stomach tightened further and further, making your legs quiver over his and your hips stuttered so badly that Bucky had to guide you himself, pushing you down a little bit harder, making you splutter out a moan.

Bucky’s eyes met yours and he could see that there was no colour left - your pupil had blown so wide he could barely see any of the pretty Y/E/C that usually resided there.

Mhmm, keep rocking your hips my love - the contact of your pussy against me might just send me over the edge alone, God.” He pulled your neck down so he could press his mouth to yours again, your moans and gasps giving him access to explore your lips and tongue with his tongue.

One of his hands drifted over your loose blouse and cupped your breast, squeezing it gently and his thumb grazed over your nipple through the thin fabric.

Are you gonna cum, angel?” You hummed against his mouth, overridden with euphoria and pleasure. Bucky took a moment before using his hand that was on your breast to part your lips, his tongue brushed against yours and he sucked it slightly, making you grind your hips hard into him, resulting in that final tug in the knot of your stomach to release.

Unngh, Bucky- Fuck- Captain-” You groaned loudly, you swore the ship rocked again as you threw your head back in ecstasy.

That’s it, kitten, just ride it out. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Did it feel good, my love?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from arousal and it made the slick wetness of your heat coat the insides of your thighs.

Mmm, yes, B-Bucky it was… wow.

Do you feel a bit better now? A bit sleepy?” He shifted your legs so they were fully straddling his waist, you felt his hard erection press against your stomach and sighed. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you mumbled in thanks and pressed a lazy open-mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking slightly.

Bucky gasped at your bold movements, feeling your soft plump lips suck at his neck, then your teeth nipping gently and your tongue darting out to sooth the red skin in little strokes.

You raised your head to him, lids heavy with post-pleasure. “Mhmm, I just gave you a love-bite Captain Barnes, and it’s almost as pretty as you.

Your arms hooked around his broad shoulders again, trying to bring yourself closer to him, you kissed him slowly and softly, but your clumsiness got the better of you, making you fall down on top of him, your chest pushing against his firm one as you sat on his waist. With this angle, you felt his hardness completely against you, but you were so tired you hadn’t caught yourself falling asleep on top of him, your wild hair fanning behind you.

Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.

Mmm, ahluhyou Buck.


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~Moonlight Bruises~ (Angel!Laf X Angel!Reader)

A/N: I know I said I’d do this during like christmas but i just couldn;t wait here’s this ahhh

T/W: Freak shows, abuse, blood, vomiting (ew i know), confinement, restraints, mentioned rape

Tags?: @curiousplanets @eyeofstainedglass @hoesie @helplessangelica @gabriels-candy-pile @psycho-b1tch @the-sassy-slytherin @stuckonswan @feathamiltontrash474


The moon was so bright that night. The dark, navy-blue sky was slathered with stars, shining and twinkling so far above you that you just wanted to reach out and touch them. The lights that shone behind you were so bright, so yellow.

They hurt your eyes.

You liked the stars better. The lights that had been there for so long, the lights that were natural.

The lights you used to be so close to.

The wood was cold under your bare knees. Splinters dug into your feet, leaving large welts and pricks of blood on the bottom. You’d have to perform like that tomorrow – you knew you would, you always had to. Lafayette begged you to ask the owner of the carnival – a man you were not allowed to call by name – to wrap them, but you knew it wouldn’t do anything. He didn’t care.

Your wrists ached. Heavy shackles were clasped around them, as well as your ankles, and the chains linked and clanked and shook every time you moved. They were cold, freezing with the absorbed air of midnight against your bare, pale skin.

You shivered.

The cage was cold, too; bars on three sides with a thin wooden backing – dented from years of banging on it – chains bolted to the thick wooden floor. It looked so happy from the outside – brightly-colored, proud lions and trained seals balancing balls on their noses were painted above the front bars, and grey feathers dusted the inside. It told nothing of the horrors within. It was large enough, not like you could move around it though.

You could barely reach the edge of the cart before your restraints were too tight.

That cart across from yours had it worse. At least twenty of the thirty chain-links on the restraints had been removed over the last few years, shortening the slack of the shackles. They did that when you acted up. The poor creature in there could barely move.

You ruffled your wings.

It wasn’t a full moon tonight, but it still shone bright enough for you to see through the iron bars of the cart across from you.

It was empty.

The cart belonged to another angel, one with larger wings than yours and a better act. He was French – passed as a military officer in Paris for almost a decade before he was hauled off by his own father into the freak show.

You loved him more than life itself.

The two of you had an act together – the ‘Dancing Wings’, as it was called. A gentle piano song, a dress, and ballet. It was beautiful, or so Eva, ‘The Masculine Beauty’, informed you. Two Heaven-bound creatures, stuck on Earth, with glittering spotlights and a soul-entwining dance… She could see why you fell for one another.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Aya-chii~! Your writing is so creative and I LIVE for it! I love the Daddy!Kacchan scenarios you're doing and was hoping for some Katsuki feeling his baby kick for the first time fluff~! ;) Dad Bakugou is my weakness! Keep up the amazing work! <3

HIIII LOVE!!! <3  thank you so much for living for my writing AND for loving my Daddybaks! huehuehuhue (〃艸〃)

I hope you enjoyed this one as well, I surely did!!!  (*≧∀≦*)

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Bakugou, Katsuki (Daddy!Kacchan)

Y/N woke up suddenly, lifting up and out of the bed in a rush and straight into the bathroom attached to the room, Bakugou hadn’t fully woken up until he heard his wife heaving in the toilet. He lifted from the bed, throwing the blanket off of him, his blonde brows furrowing when his wife began to sob before clutching the toilet again. “Oi, it’ll be alright…..” He whispered while lowering down behind the woman, his large hands pulling her hair away from her face, gripping all of it in one hand while the other moved to rub her back.  While she emptied her stomach once again, Bakugou pressed his forehead against her shoulder all while his free hand still rubbed at her back for comfort. He was uncharacteristically more pleasant with his wife during these past few weeks, knowing all too well it was also his fault she was getting sick and not just the kid, since he was the one to knock her up. His brows furrowed the more the woman cried whenever she was done putting her face in the bowl, his lips peppered her shoulder with kisses to ease her sobs. “…need some water?” She nodded to his words and he lifted himself up to stand straight.

“H-Help…. I can’t get up properly anymore…. a-and I wanna wash my mouth…” Y/N muttered through her sniffles and offered both her hands to the husband looking down at her. Their hands connected and Bakugou aided with lifting his wife up and over to the sink, hesitating to leave the bathroom while she washed her mouth out. The second he knew she was okay and this morning, or middle of the night sickness, was over he headed to the kitchen to grab the two of them a glass of water. When he reentered the room, Y/N was already back under the covers with her head pressed into the pillow. He sauntered over to her side of the bed, placed her water down on her nightstand and sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking down at her damp face. “Thank you.” She breathed out slowly, her eyes remaining shut while Bakugou’s crimson ones scanned her features. He hummed out his response and leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead before lifting off the bed again and moving over to his side, settling back into the bed.

“You could’ve asked me to help you back in bed, stubborn girl.” Bakugou stated, propping his head up with his hand to stare at his wife once again.

Her lips curved down and the eye closest to her husband popped open to stare back, “I’m pregnant, not helpless dear.”

“You needed help getting up back there though.”

“Please don’t start with me Katsuki… I still don’t feel good.”

Bakugou’s lips pouted and he scooted in closer to the woman, “alright, alright…. I’m just worried about you both so sue me…” These words put a smile on the woman’s face now and she looked up at his troubled features, no matter how much of a tough act he liked to put on, Bakugou was such a worrywart and it only got worse now that his wife was pregnant. Y/N nuzzled her face into Bakugou’s chest, a small happy laugh escaping her now, even though she had just finished emptying her stomach which was still doing flips, she was ecstatic to be starting a family with her husband and would do all of this all over again with him. “Damn cuddle freak, go back to bed.”

A few moments passed while Y/N and Bakugou attempted to slip back into their dreams, both silent and comfortably intertwined with one another. “Katsuki…… honey, are you asleep?” Y/N whispered out suddenly, she had almost fallen asleep but little familiar flutters began, waking her back up. Bakugou grumbled but kept his eyes shut and didn’t actually give a solid reply. “The baby is moving…..” Y/N whispered again quietly, her hand was on her growing stomach when she felt the fluttering but this time it was different, she actually felt the baby pushing back against her hand now, the baby was finally big enough to feel it’s movements.  

“No shit. It’s supposed to do that, go to bed.” The child’s grumpy father finally replied, still keeping his eyes shut and his focus on trying to sleep, this made his wife frown. He didn’t get it. This whole time it was only Y/N how could feel the little fetus moving around inside of her, giving her little butterflies inside. But now as their child grew quickly inside of her, it was finally strong and big enough for Bakugou to feel it as well. Scoffing much like her husband usually did, Y/N gripped at Bakugou’s wrist and yanked his hand down to her stomach, pressing it against where the baby was having the time of it’s life. The baby was shy for a moment, not moving and Bakugou lifted back up to glare down at his wife confused and utterly grumpy, his mouth opened to express just how important a good night’s rest before work was but the words even formed on his lips. A sudden movement against his thick palm shut his slacked jaw instantly and those glaring crimson eyes widened before trailing down to his wife’s stomach. The baby kicked his hand again and he looked back at Y/N shocked, “I-Is that…?” he gasped out, Y/N nodded with a bright smile, tears already spilling down her cheeks.

“I-It’s… It’s our baby…” Y/N cracked, wiping away at the constant flow of tears. Bakugou listened with growing excitement before he jumped up from the position he had on the bed and re-positioned himself so that his face was pressed up against the woman’s occupied stomach, still keeping the hand where it was. He didn’t want to miss any movement his child made. Again the child pushed back up against his hand, a little weaker than before but he still felt it, and even saw his hand move slightly from the baby on top of her belly, Bakugou was in utter awe over this.

“Our kid is strong like me!” He gushed, rubbing his face gently against his wife’s soft stomach, the baby answered with a stronger kick, this time hitting the area Bakugou’s face was at. “O-Oi! The little brat hit me in the face….!” he snapped lifting his head and glaring at her belly before back up to his giggling wife, who placed a hand on his head, gently caressing his soft hair. There was a slight pause before his usual rough features softened and Y/N watched as his lips curved into one of his bright genuine smiles, one of which made her fall so deeply in love with him all over again. “I-I’m really gonna be a dad….!” Bakugou’s gruff voice was low and he himself felt the rush emotions hitting him, he was so happy in this moment and being able to finally feel his kid made it that much more real for him. Their kid was growing and healthy, and they’d be finding out the sex of it in a few days. He felt himself tear up but he sniffed hard, not wanting any to fall.

“Can’t wait to rub this in Deku’s freckled face in the morning!” Was the last thing Bakugou said before he slumped himself back down into bed, wrapping both of his strong arms around his wife’s lower half, getting comfortable against her body. Their child had stopped kicking a few minutes ago and fell asleep after dancing so much inside for their daddy, who quickly joined them and fell asleep with his face still pressed on his wife’s stomach. Y/N caressed Bakugou’s spiked head until she too fell asleep soundly for the rest of the night.

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Erik Lehnsherr x Reader ; Logan Howlett x Reader

Request: tsukuyomi011 I’m getting greedy here- cause you’re the only one fulfilling my requests right now, :p but anyway- I would like to request a Young!ErikxreaderxLogan one shot. Where the reader is Logan’s wife/mate in his timeline but when he goes backward in time-he finds that she was Erik’s girlfriend in the past and has to reign in his jealousy whenever he saw them together only to burst at last and try to beat Erik to a pulp?? I would love to see an Adamantium-less Wolverine going against Mageto… XD

Words: 1510

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one! :D I hope you like it!


Every fiber of his being was screaming out for you, his fists balled tightly to keep himself from pouncing on you the next time you walked by. He needed you in his arms, holding you, kissing you gently, whispering sweet nothings. He needed you away from him. Pain clenched achingly in his heart, holding it tightly in its strong grasp. Your beautiful laughter was almost mocking him, reminding him of everything he’d lost. Had you not made him promise that he’d finish this mission, he would’ve abandoned it long ago just to be wrapped in your arms once more. 

That’s all he wanted, you. And right now, his jaw clenched, eyes screaming murder as he looked at the gentle smile gracing your face, your head tucked in between Erik’s shoulder and neck, you were the only thing he couldn’t get. Something deep within him stirred, scratching at the very basis of his self, waiting, watching, fighting for him to get to you, to hold you, to claim you. A low, animalistic growl left his lips, his teeth bared. You were his. Why was he being forced to watch you with another? To be unable to hold you? To tell you how he feels? To show you his love? 

It pushed at every inch of who he was to get up and take you back, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that here and he couldn’t do it now. He had to sit back silently and watch as you smiled for another man, as you kissed another man, as you loved another man. His eyes shut against Erik embracing you, disgust and pain etched into his features. He let out a loud exhale, leaving the images of the two of you behind. He truly didn’t know how much longer he could keep it up.

You watched as Logan’s form retreated, your head resting comfortably on Erik’s shoulder. He was holding you close, whispering something softly into your ear, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. You were much too focused on the mystery that surrounded Logan as he walked away, muscles tensed as if he was uncomfortable. He’d been nice to you since you’d met. In fact, he was nicer to you than you’d ever seen him be with anyone else, especially Erik. He seemed to hate Erik and honestly, he probably had a pretty good reason.

“(Y/N),” Erik whispered, teeth gently scraping along your ear as he did so. You shivered, tearing your eyes from Logan’s back as he turned the corner.

“Yeah?” You inquired, a sweet smile gracing your face.

“You looked a little zoned out.” He laughed quietly, cupping your cheek.

“Sorry, it’s just,” you sighed, biting on the inside of your cheek. “Does Logan seem off to you?” Erik’s soft laugh turned into a loud chuckle, eyes shining with mirth.

“I hate to say it, but he doesn’t seem like the friendliest of guys.” You rolled your eyes, smiling widely. Erik did have a point. Logan didn’t seem to be the definition of nice, but still… A sigh was bit down as you thought back to the frustration he was causing in your mind. You feel drawn to him, dangerously so. It was like your heart was torn in two; one wishing for nothing more than Erik and the other longing to return to something eerily familiar to home, to Logan. 

“Although, he seems a little too friendly with you.” Erik’s voice broke through your stupor, causing you to look to him dumbly. Surely he wasn’t insinuating that Logan… that wasn’t possible… right? Why would it even matter if he felt that way, you were with Erik. You held onto that like a shield, repeating it over and over in your head to dispel the strange emotions the thought was eliciting. “I suppose I’ll have to talk to him.” What?

“No.” You replied, holding his head in place with hands on either side. “Just leave him be.” A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his head surging forward to connect with your forehead.

“Whatever you say.”


“Hey, Logan!” You call him over, smiling gently towards the man. He returns it in kind, approaching in long strides.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, a wide smile pasted on his lips.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Erik ran off to, would you?” You asked, frowning a little when his smile dropped, being replaced with a rather nasty look.

“No idea,” he grumbled, walking in time with you.

“Hm, I give up.” You shrugged, attempting to lighten the mood once again. It didn’t seem to work well, a half-smile being sent in return for your effort. “You know, he’s not as bad as you think.” You began. Surely the only reason he hated Erik was because he thought that he was some insane guy who wished to take over the world. Maybe if you told him what Erik was really like, maybe then he’d like him.

“Or maybe he’s worse.” Logan replied dryly, glaring at every blade of grass you walked by. It was almost comical, his annoyance not that different from a child throwing a temper tantrum.

“Believe me, he’s not.” Your feet had stopped on their own accord, your body angled so you could get a better look at Logan. He was attractive, that much you’d admit. His lips were parted and inviting, his hair looking like the perfect length for you to just run your hands through as you… relationship, you reminded yourself. You’re in a relationship, a very happy one, you might add. With Erik, not Logan. A frustrated groan was torn from your throat, one of Logan’s brows raising in question.

“Something the matter?” He asked. You could’ve sworn his voice was huskier than it had been only moments ago, your fingers spasming with the sudden urge to kiss him, to hold him, to be with him. It was like your world was being torn apart from the seams, your mind actually telling you that it was okay to want Logan, that it was right. But no, it couldn’t be right. You loved Erik. Why did this have to be so confusing?

“(Y/N),” Erik yelled, thankfully ripping you out of your own mind and bringing you back to reality.

“Erik,” you sighed, breaking your gaze from Logan’s intense stare. He was sprinting towards you, only stopping once his arm was wrapped around your waist, his lips pressing firmly into his cheek. You didn’t have to see him to know he was glaring at Logan, clearly getting the point across that you were his.

“Wolfy,” he smirked, nodding in greeting.

“Erik.” He replied curtly, eyes gleaming murderously. His hands were clenching and unclenching, an obvious attempt to keep himself from pounding his fist into your lover’s face. Unfortunately, Erik truly didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.

“We’ve got a little more pressing matter,” he looked to you heatedly, licking his lips slowly. “But I’ll be sure to let you know how we’re doing later.” Logan’s jaw was tightened, so much so that you were sure his teeth were going to snap under the pressure. Without hesitation, he lifted a fist and slammed it across Erik’s cheek. For one moment you stood wide-eyed, watching as your boyfriend righted his stance, wiping the blood from his split lip. “Wrong move, bub.” Erik mocked, his hand flying out. 

A long metal pipe rose from somewhere beneath the surface, aimed right at Logan’s abdomen. A strange yell left your lips, something mixed between a warning and his name.They were going to kill each other, for fuck’s sake! Logan dodged the pipe, retracting his claws, for lack of a better word. He lunged forward, aiming the sharp weapons at Erik. He barely had time to move out of the way, this time pulling six metal balls towards himself.

“Erik, Logan!” You screamed, trying to get their attention before they actually did injure one another. They didn’t listen, too busy dodging and attacking. “Guys!” You tried again, looking on helplessly as one of Logan’s claws scraped along the side of Erik’s face, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. In turn, Erik sent a metal ball careening through Logan’s shoulder, coming out wet and bloodied on the other side. “Boys!” You yelled for a final time, both hands going out to envelope them in a golden light. Neither could move, their eyes forced towards you.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys.” You shouted, glaring at both of them. When neither one of them provided you with an answer, you dropped both of your hands. With a loud declaration of, “Idiots,” you turned your back on them. They were being childish and pathetic and you were not about to put up with them. Obvious attempts were being made to get your attention from both of them as you walked away, but you weren’t having any of it. Each step only strengthened your resolve, fingernails digging into your palms. You were so done.

Birthday Celebration #12.

Prompt: The elite society of New York can become a nightmare unless someone can rescue you.

Word Count: 880.

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader.

Warnings: Cursing, what’s new? And some explicit behaviour and language.

A/N: Birthday drabble for my Hannah, hope you enjoy it @ho-ne-y 
Once again, @evanstanss is being there to let me know my work does not suck and your encouraging words.

Originally posted by canttthelpfallinginlove

Another night meant another stupid gala she had to attend. Wake up early that day, be prepared for all those people that would march in and out of a bedroom as they listed countless options for a gown, jewelry, make-up and hair. In between all that chaos, a young good lady of the New York elite had to eat at least something and get her body ready for the night. Yes, her body because everything was about the display of her figure, not who she really was.

New York, such a vibrant and magnetic city. New York, a nightmare for the young who belong to a society just because of who their parents were: growing up in the public eye, not being able to commit mistakes, to experiment, to do anything without being photographed and therefore, being scolded by their parents for another black spot, another scandal in their families.

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Fate (Bucky x Reader)

Fate

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Female), Steve x Peggy makes a brief cameo

Prompt: Soulmate AU where a timer on your wrist counts down until the moment you meet your soulmate, then underneath appears the date and time that you met your soulmate and the initials of your soulmate written in their handwriting.

Summary: It didn’t matter to Bucky that his timer was extremely long, or that it wasn’t on his left wrist like everyone else’s. No, he just lived his life to the fullest as per the words of his father. A soulmate didn’t matter to Bucky. Until it did. Until a big buff Steve rescued him from the HYRDA base and he saw how happy they were together, Steve and his soulmate Peggy. Until he fell off that train and he realized, that he wouldn’t live to see his own soulmate. Then he regained his memories and realized that he didn’t deserve a soulmate. But then he found her.

Word Count: 2286

Warnings: Holy fucking shit I don’t think there’s any swearing in this, well I just swore but that doesn’t count, I don’t think there’s any warnings, maybe some sad Bucky and a bit angsty. If you see anything that you think is a trigger or warning, please let me know.

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMERS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. Marvel belongs to Disney blah blah legal stuff, don’t sue me I’m poor.

Disclaimer No. 2: I know that a lot of people have written Soulmate AUs about Marvel characters and the timer seems to be the most popular one, this has been sitting in my docs for months on end and I just cleaned it up a bit. But I have read a couple stories about the timer so if you do see anything familiar to something you wrote here chances are that I’ve read your story and somehow remembered little details and wrote them in. If this is the case and you aren’t comfortable with it just message me or send an ask OFF anon and we’ll work it out.

A/N: OMG I’m alive! My first Bucky x Reader fic I’m screaming internally I have my laptop (YAY!) and I’m spending the night at my grandma’s place so I have WiFi (double yay!) and I found this sitting in Docs from like, way back when i don’t even remember and I haven’t written anything soooooo long, so I cleaned it up and I thought why not? Feedback is always welcomed, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a command, you tell me what you think! jk. On with the story!

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

When he’s in fourth grade the word ‘soulmate’ is one of the questions his teacher asks the class if they know the meaning of. Bucky does, but still he copies down the statement written on the board.

Soulmates – People that the universe destined to be together.

There’s a box on the underneath, for him to draw a picture that represents the word. The girl and the boy in front of him try their best to draw pictures of themselves, writing their names underneath, their timers having stopped two weeks after the start of the initial school year when the girl transferred into their class. Bucky draws the best stick figure of himself, holding hands with another mystery figure, a question mark in the place of their head.

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kascreations  asked:

Here's a feels-inducing one for you! Sidon's reaction to finding out his s/o has caught an illness with a high death rate! :D

(I hope this one is feelsy enough to your liking my dear friend, I look forward to doing your next one~ Also I’m visiting relatives for a while so although I am on summer break they’ll probably be keeping me busy, I’ll try my best to submit as often as I can! Enjoy!~)

Can’t Let You Go

Word Count: 1847
Warnings: Angst, fatal illness, illness symptoms, vomit mention, blood




It was a very difficult feat reducing the optimizing and headstrong Prince of the Zora to tears but when he saw you laid in bed looking as if one gust of wind could whisk you away, the tears flew so freely that one would think that he had been crying every second of his life. Only those closest to him knew that this was not the case. It was only moments like this that could make Sidon feel this way; make him feel like his entire world was crashing down on him.

Sidon had known that you were sick for a while now but it had only been a gentle cough and light fever, nothing serious. You had never whined or complained. Every time he offered to excuse himself from his work to say by you, you always told him that you didn’t want to keep the Prince from his Kingdom. You said it would pass in a few days. You said you’d be fine.

Now here you were, two weeks later, restricted almost completely to your bed, and barely able to keep your eyes open.

After the first week, Sidon couldn’t help but worry even though you insisted you were okay, he was certain that you were getting worse. The maids and healers that cared for you while he was caught up with meetings and paperwork would inform him of your condition. Telling him that your coughs were quickly becoming more aggressive, your fever remained ever present, your movements were slower and sluggish, and you could hardly eat the food brought to you and even when you did it was never for long.

It seemed like your entire day was comprised of laying in bed because your body was too weak to carry you anywhere else, trying to sleep, coughing, trying to eat meals, or puking into a basin. You were miserable even though you tried to hide it.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

So, at the advisement of the healers, he sent a letter to a Hylian doctor requesting their services. It did not take long for the doctor to arrive in the Kingdom after hearing about your symptoms and once he performed a careful examination he was able to give a full diagnosis. It was not a good one.

You had caught a virus common to Hylians during this time of year and, at first, Sidon felt relieved thinking that surely this meant a cure had been developed. His heart dropped when the doctor informed him that there was no cure and, to rub salt in his fresh wound, most of those who caught this nasty disease did not make it.

Sidon, shortly after learning this devastating news, put everything else aside so that he could ten to your needs much to your meek protest. He couldn’t bear to be away from you and nobody could blame him. The Zora remained firmly planted at your side, hardly sleeping or eating anything as he watched over you. He couldn’t look away from your pale face for even a moment; he was afraid that if he did that would be the last moment he saw you alive.

It only took one moment for the cruel hands of fate to steal all that was precious to im in life. They had stolen his mother. They had stolen Mipha. They could steal you too.

Over his dead body.

During the daytime, things were manageable. The maids brought in the meals and medicine prescribed by the doctor to help with your symptoms. It was difficult for you to enjoy even the simplest dishes prepared by the kitchen but Sidon always tried to get you to eat something, even if it was just a nibble. It took some negotiating to get you to take the medicine, however, because according to you it tasted like Bokoblin crap.

Regardless, in the end, it didn’t matter because barely an hour late later it was usually coming right back up with Sidon apologizing profusely for making you eat and you always apologized for subjecting him to this nastiness.

Aside from that, everything ran relatively smoothly with you spending most of your time trying to rest while occasionally asking him for water or a story to fill up the silence in the room. Sidon had no problem doing any of these for you; he would gladly do anything that made this whole ordeal easier for you.

At night, it was a completely different story.

At night, things became unbearable.

Your illness seemed to take sick pleasure in terrorizing you at night because every one of your symptoms became excruciating and Sidon could only watch and try to do all he could to ease our suffering.

The fever spiked and while the heat burning around your head caused you to break out in a terrible sweat, the rest of your body remained freezing cold to the Zora Prince’s touch and shivered like a leaf in a raging storm. Sidon watched as your chest shook violently from the coughing fits that progressed into hacking that then progressed into the spilling of the contents of your stomach; even when there was absolutely nothing inside of your poor stomach to spill your body showed you no mercy. You would convulse and quiver over the basin dry heaving so violently and would not stop until you were reduced to an empty husk of a person sprawled out on the bed.

It was horrifying for Sidon to watch, though he knew it was ten times worse to experience it.

Tonight, was no exception. In fact, it was the definition of torture.

Your body was being particularly ruthless and once again Sidon was practically powerless to do anything about it. His love, his sweet treasure, his everything was coughing so violently he feared they would cough up their lungs and all he could do was hold their hand and offer to get them some water even though you both knew that would not help. Still he had to do something, anything to help you. Without saying a word, your body suddenly jolted up and Sidon released his careful hold on your hand to look up at you immediately concerned by your abrupt action.

Sidon’s eyes scanned your form noticing how your body convulsed aggressively in response to the terrible fit you were currently enduring. Then just as abruptly as you stood up you stopped and then fell silent and he could see your body still shaking.

Quickly he moved to adjust his chair so that he could look at your face saying, “My love, are you alri-!” His golden eyes dilated in horror seeing the trail of crimson running down your chin and pooling into your quivering hand. His heart shattered to see that you were crying, soft sobs replacing the horrible hacking and making you look even more weak and fragile than before. You were attempting to try and catch all the blood in your hand as if ashamed and terrified by what just happened.

Sidon stood up so quickly that he knocked his chair back and it fell to the ground with such a loud clatter that he was certain he had woken the entire palace but he didn’t care. He raced to retrieve a towel and then bring it back to you carefully wiping the blood from your hand and then pressing the cloth to your mouth as you sobbed. “I-It hurts…” Your voice comes out hoarse from coughing and muffled by the cloth and Sidon can feel himself start to cry along with you.

“I know, I’m sorry,” His voice breaks and he almost can’t stand looking at you reduced to such a poor state. The tears pooling in his eyes blur his vision and his hand shakes slightly as he wipes at the corners of your mouth trying to hold himself together and put on a brave face for you. He must stay strong for you. He must stay strong. He must…

Gently laying you back down on the bed, Sidon just watches kneeling beside the bed not even bothering to recollect his chair as he lets the towel drop to the floor. “It hurts so much… I-I just want it to stop… I’m so tired…” You hiccup in between your gut-wrenching sobs your fists clinging so tightly to the bedsheets that Sidon can see your knuckles turn white. “S-Sidon make it stop…”

You’re begging for help; begging for Sidon’s help and it is only a reminder that he is completely powerless.

He wished with every bone in his body that the sickness ravaging your body was a monster, something that he could see and properly fight off to protect you. Something that he could kill so that you would be free from this agony. Unfortunately, that was only wishful thinking. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything but sit and watch as you withered away in front of him.

Sidon carefully climbed into the bed wrapping you up in the blankets and bedsheets like you are a young infant before laying you on his chest holding you close to him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” He whispered over and over again letting you cry out all of that pain he knows that you’ve been trying to hold in for his sake while he tries his best to console you. This is the least he can do for you.

If this dastardly disease did manage to succeed in its horrid plan he wanted you to be at peace; he knew it was horrible to even admit that you could leave him but he could not ignore the fact that was entirely too real possibility. Any moment your tired body could potentially give out and you could breathe your last and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. All he could do now was comfort you, keep you happy, keep hoping that you would get through this together.

He would stay with you no matter what.

No matter what.

When the sun rose the next morning, the maids brought in the food as usual giving the Prince time to wake you and then detangle himself from your body so he could go back to his place at your side. He watched overjoyed as you ate a third of the meal – it took a while, and you refused to touch anything until he promised to eat something too – but you managed to get food in your system. You even took the medicine with no complaints and Sidon could not have felt more relieved when an hour later you didn’t need to turn to the basin so your body could reject it.

Watching you take what he could only assume to be the best nap you had taken in two weeks, Sidon finally let his worries wash away and he rest his head on the edge of the bed placing his hand over yours admiring your sleeping face. The answer to his prayers was finally laid out to him so he did not need to worry anymore.

He could see it written on your face flushed with the faint hue of your color returning to your face as you slept so peacefully. He could feel it in his heart, mind, body, and soul. He could hear it in the room as if Hylia herself was standing there clearing all of the misery that had been hanging over the two of you.

Things were going to be okay.

Return of The Maid

Summary: At the Trancy manor, where many secrets lay hidden from wandering eyes. There lies an even dangerous secret beneath it. Some believe it to be treasure, but of course, it doesn’t belong to him. Shall we proceed?

Pairings: Sebastian x Demon!Reader x Claude

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Warnings: Violence, thunder storms

Word Count: 4054

Originally posted by hopelessbaka

Your name: submit What is this?

The sky was dark and low with ominous black clouds and the wind picked up, howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightening rent the air and within seconds the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon the rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. It pounded on the roof of the Trancy manor as if it were demanding entrance.

The head of the estate watched the drops of rain fall down the glass of one of his many windows.

And he scoffed. “This weather is plain ridiculous. Hannah!!”
The maid that had been hiding in the corner of the room flinched at his voice.

“Yes, master?”

“I despise this rain. Make it stop.”

The maid known as Hannah kept her gaze to the floor but slowly moved it on him.

“But, sir. I have no control over the-”

“Tch. Useless broad.”

He stood up from his chair and turned around. She instantly returned her sight to the floor when he glared at her in despise.

“I don’t want this beastly sound to disrupt my night. I don’t care how or what you do, just make sure it doesn’t! Now go!”

She bowed her head and quickly left the room. Watching with boredom, he sighed and plopped down on his bed, face down into the sheets. Turning his head, he looked out the window and he stared as the dark clouds began to form over his manor.

His eyes narrowed. “There’s a storm coming. Just perfect.”

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An anxious sounding tapping rang out into the cool night air. The two pairs of footsteps were completely drowned out by the wind and thunder crackling. The only showing of a presence was the trail of crimson liquid that was dripping beside one of the footsteps.

And through the fog were the outlines of faces that were as pale as the white mist, camouflaging their very existence.

Their pace was matching the pounding of the rain and the boom of thunder, as if they were the very embodiment of the storm. And it was headed in the direction of the Trancy manor.

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red-balloons-and-popcorn  asked:

Oops, I accidentally pressed x’D. But maybe do a Papa Pen fanfic please? Like he’s been watching you for days after you two met in the woods and you promise to come back after a month but he can’t take it anymore, and just barges in to your room? And then things get a little... hot (I need more papa pen fics! ;^;)

For you darling I am always happy to some Papa Penny stories, I know how much your love him. I hope you don’t mind me tweaking the idea a little bit to make things a little more dangerous on the readers part~


The house was dark when you arrived home, the light of the street lamp barely illuminating the hallways as you stepped through the door and into the quiet living room. You didn’t seem to even care though as you dragged your tired feet across the floor, trudging your way towards the stair well and climbing your way up in the pitch blackness towards your room. There was no point in turning on the lights when all you wanted to do was fall straight into bed

Reaching your room you groped for the switch against the wall, blinking away the sudden flash of brightness that blinded you for just a moment. The enticing softness of your bed laid out before you was irresistible to your weary body, tired hands fumbling with the buttons of your shirt as you made to don your warm comfortable night clothes before slipping into that cosy nest of blankets

It was only when you had your shirt of and your hands reaching around to the straps of your bra that you noticed it, the bright garish flash of colour lurking in the corner of your room that most certainly did not belong there. Crying out in frightened surprise you stumbled backwards against your nightstand, crashing into the wood painfully and knocking over the lamp that rested on it

“Oh don’t stop on my account Sweetheart” That soft husky voice sent ice slicing through your veins, as familiar and unnerving as the first time you heard it. 

Snatching the discarded shirt up off the bed you clutched it tightly against your chest, desperate to try and cover yourself up and maintain at least some level of dignity

“H-How did you get in my house!” You watched wide eyed as the figure lurking in the corner stepped forward, Pale skin and bright coloured clothes almost glowing in the dim lighting. That painted face you tried so hard to forget bore a sly toothy smile, his red painted lips stretching over teeth far to sharp to be human.

“Ah-ah-ah, a magician never reveals his secrets” a white gloved finger wagged at you like he was scolding a wayward child. You tried desperately to move backwards as he moved closer, his steps agonisingly slow as he approached. “Besides Babydoll…”

You barely had time to scream before those wagging  fingers, struck like a serpent, coiling those inhumanly strong digits around your wrist and wrenching you forward against his chest.

“…Thats not really important right now is it?” ripping you away from the night stand he threw you forcefully against the bed, the breath easily stolen from your lungs as you bounced atop the mattress. You had no time to recover as you felt yourself being flipped over onto your back, the heavy weight of his body dropping down on you and trapping you beneath him. 

You tried to fight him but your weak flailing did little more than make him laugh, that harsh bellowing sound shaking through his body and rumbling through your own. Effortlessly he pinned both your arms above your head, the tight squeeze around them threatening to break bone.

“Now now, none of that Sweetness.” His breath was hot against your face, the scent of cigar smoke and blood filling your senses as he leaned in close. “A guy might feel unwanted with that attitude” again he flashed those shark like teeth at you in a threatening parody of a smile.

“w-what do you want?…” You voice was little more than a huff of breath, fear and the oppressive weight atop your chest allowing little else. The sight of that smile dropping sharply into a frown however made you wish you had kept quiet.

“That’s real cute Doll but playing dumb doesn’t suit you.” A pained gasp ripped from your throat as the grip against your wrists tightened, the bones grinding together sending stabs of pain shooting down your arms. Molten gold eyes leered down at you, his gaze sifting into something wicked and hungry as it trailed over the smooth skin of your nearly naked chest.

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember your promise. I was so very generous to wait for you this past month after all” Another flash of teeth and squeeze of his hand reflected his displeasure. 

You remembered alright. That night carved so deeply into your memory it would have been impossible to forget. His face had been just frightening then as it was now, that hungry stare and crooked grin stalking your dreams even weeks after. It was only by his mercy that you had escaped that first time, living on borrowed time which he had now come to collect his debt.

“One month I said, One month and you would return to me. That was the deal Sweet thing” He shifted his hands until he had both your wrists trapped beneath one of his large palms, a twinge of pain searing through the bruised flesh and bone at the action. His free hand came down to pet against your hair almost gently, long fingers raking through the strands of your locks as if petting a cat.

“Did you think that I would forget? that I would just let you off the hook so easily” those once gentle petting fingers instantly fisted in your hair, sending pain burning through your scalp as he wrenched your head back. Panic filled your chest as he leaned down to press his face into the crook of your exposed throat, inhaling deeply and letting out a low satisfied sigh

“I watched you, ya’know. Dragging yourself back and forth to that shitty job of yours, slinking back to an empty home every night just to do it all over again in the morning” The warm tickle against your throat sent goosebumps scattering across your skin, the heavy threat lingering in his words making your heart skip a beat

“By the way you really should get some curtains Sweetheart, Not that I didn’t enjoy the show mind you” Your face flushed at the implications, suddenly becoming acutely aware of how many times you must have unknowingly flashed him while preparing for bed.

 You blush only deepened as you felt his lips trailing across your throat, fear coiled and sat heavily in your gut at the thought of those jagged teeth lingering so close to your neck. That feeling soon twisted into something else as his began to move, those crimson lips trailing down to press hotly against your clavicle. 

“P-Please…” it was barely even a protest, your voice hitched in your throat as if trapped there by some invisible force. It was wrong, it was frightening. Yet still you felt that strange feeling grow inside you. The clown seemed to notice it too, panting hotly against your chest as he caught that sweet subtle scent on the air.

“Oh yes…I watched you. Wearing those short little business skirts of yours, strutting around alone in the dark just begging to be snatched up” His body shifted then, pressing the length of one thigh between your legs roughly. The harsh press against your nethers sending a jolt of fire licking through your belly leaving dull burning embers in its wake.

“Should have come back to me Sweetheart, if you had kept your promise I might have been nice.” The rough grinding of his thigh sent your hips bucking wildly, the friction of yellow silk against your skin and the pressure teasing your clit. “But no you just had to go and mess it all up didn’t you. Rude little girl kept me waiting too fucking long” The dark promise of his words hung heavy in the air, long groping fingers releasing from your hair you grip roughly at your bra before tearing it off of you like tissue paper. 

It was too late for apologies now. Too late for whimpered excuses or plaintive begging. Your fate had been sealed weeks ago and looking back on it now, you knew for certain that things would have probably have gone exactly the same way even if you had returned to him. Kindness had never been his intention from the very start no matter what he claimed.

All you could do was submit, like a wounded lamb before a starving wolf. Unable to escape your inevitable fate as it loomed above you, that shark toothed smile gleaming wetly in the dimming light.

“Better buckle up now Babydoll. Cuz Ol’ Pennywise is about to give you a lesson in manners you wont ever forget”


Before you yell at me on what a cock tease I am, I do have a part two planned for this. It was just getting a little too long for an ask answer so I left it on a cliff hanger for me to add onto at a later time once I get one or two more prompts out.

I promise you @red-balloons-and-popcorn I will give you the Papa Penny smut you deserve. For now I just hope this is enough to tide you over.

My Vampire Roommate // Pt 3 (The Finale)

Originally posted by scartic

PART 1 // PART 2

Pairing: Chanyeol x Baekhyun

Genre: Vampire!au, Smut

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of blood play and just blood in general, Strong language, Spanking

Number of words in this part: 3,272 (I got a little carried away, oops)

Exert:  “Don’t tap out just yet,” Chanyeol says, shaking Baekhyun’s shoulder to keep him awake. Baekhyun lifts his head, staring deeply into the vampire’s blood red eyes. “Who said I was going to?”


Taking Baekhyun’s shirt off, the vampire gets to work. Sparing the teeth for now, he kisses along Baekhyun’s chest, sucking marks onto the skin every now and then. His hands are placed at Baekhyun’s waist, keeping him from squirming as much. Baekhyun turns his head to the side and shuts his eyes, gasping as he feels warmth envelop his right nipple. “So good for me” Chanyeol praises as he flicks his tongue over it. The motion causes Baekhyun to arch his back and let out a throaty groan, which resonates deep in Chanyeol’s already aching hard-on. Chanyeol rubs his hands along the boy’s sides and moves his mouth to work on the other nipple. Deciding he can’t keep away his teeth any longer, he bites down softly on the pink flesh. The smaller lets out a satisfactory sigh and tangles his hand in Chanyeol’s thick black locks. “Keep going” he encourages. The pace was almost unbearable for Chanyeol, but he continues the assault of passion. 

After what feels like an eternity, Chanyeol lifts his head up to indulge in the beauty of his work. Purple, red and blue bruises cover his roommate’s chest and Baekhyun’s once rose pink nipples are a screaming fire red. Smirking to himself, Chanyeol sits back on his feet. His eyes scan over Baekhyun’s sweaty body, stopping at the bulge evident in his loose jeans. “Does this” Chanyeol punctuates with a harsh push on Baekhyun’s crotch, “need some attention?” Baekhyun bites his lips and nods frantically. “I need you to say it” Chanyeol pressures, giving the bulge a light squeeze. “Yes,” Baekhyun breathes out “it needs attention very badly.” Chanyeol grins, showing his canines in an attempt to hint at what will happen next. “Good boy” Chanyeol coos in a sensual voice, “very well, I’ll see what I can do for you.”

Brushing his fingers over the button of Baekhyun’s jeans, Chanyeol begins to slowly undo it. The button pops open, revealing the waistband of Baekhyun’s boxers. Chanyeol pauses to take a good look, but also to tease the boy a little bit. Baekhyun leans up. Seeing Chanyeol staring at the bulge, causes his boxers to tighten. Hooking his fingers on the sides of Baekhyun’s jeans, Chanyeol pulls them down in one swift motion. The smaller boy shivers at the loss of fabric, his boxers being the only article of clothing left on his body. Immediately Chanyeol begins running his hands along Baekhyun’s thighs, moving them closer to the boy’s crotch as they slide up. Laying his head down on the plush pillow, Baekhyun moans softly, fluttering his eyelids closed. “Touch me Chanyeol” Baekhyun begs. The chuckle that comes from Chanyeol only adds to frustrate him. “I am touching you” Chanyeol giggles maniacally, knowing full well what Baekhyun truly meant. Baekhyun gives a huff “You know what I…” his sentence is cut off by a moan caused by a cold hand wrapping around his member. “I was only teasing babe,” Chanyeol says as he rubs the pad of his thumb along the length “no need to get frustrated”. Baekhyun lets out short bursts of high pitched whines, craving more attention. Slowly, he lifts his arm up, blindly reaching for the Chanyeol’s hand in his boxers. Once he finds it, he moves it further down, forcing it to the tip. The larger obliges to the demands of the smaller and moves the pad of his thumb in and out of the slit, removing the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.  

Jerking him quickly, Chanyeol feels Baekhyun almost about to release and removes his hand entirely from his boxers. “No,” Baekhyun gasps “keep going, I was so close”. Chanyeol moves up so he is face to face with him. Kissing the tip of his nose lightly he states “I know, but we need to make you last as long as possible”. Those words don’t bode well with Baekhyun, as scowl is now plastered on his face. “Ah, don’t give me that look” Chanyeol whines. The vampire begins peppering kisses all over the boy’s face in an attempt to rid it of that awful expression. When the scowl doesn’t fade, Chanyeol positions his face back near Baekhyun’s boxers. “Let me make it up to you?” he proposes, looking up at Baekhyun through thick lashes. Though he receives no response, Chanyeol knows that the smaller’s poker face has cracked a little. Skimming his nose along the outline of Baekhyun’s member, he feels his roommate’s body relax into his touch. Knowing he would have to go further to make it up to him, Chanyeol brings his head to one of Baekhyun’s thighs. 

Without warning, his teeth puncture the delicate skin. “Ah!” Baekhyun gasps in surprise, attempting to close his thighs. The clench of Baekhyun’s thighs causes more blood to spill into Chanyeol’s mouth. The more the sweet liquid flowed into his mouth, the more he forced the boy’s thighs open. A familiar feeling swept through Baekhyun’s system as his body went almost limp. Chanyeol felt this and used the opportunity to push the smaller’s thighs higher until his knee was almost at his chin. No protests could be heard from Baekhyun, only gasps and squeals every time Chanyeol forced his teeth deeper. “Mmm, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans as the larger removes his teeth. “That’s right baby, let it out” Chanyeol soothes as he kisses around the bite mark, “just enjoy the feelings”.  

Taking his index finger, Chanyeol scoops up some of the crimson trail flowing freely from Baekhyun’s milky white thigh. “So pretty” the vampire praises as he lets the blood drip onto the boy’s stomach, right near the waistband of his boxers. “Only for you” Baekhyun replies breathlessly. Chanyeol’s member hardens at the phrase as he licks the droplets off of the boy’s stomach. Using his teeth, Chanyeol pulls up the band of Baekhyun’s boxers. Once they were about 2 inches away from his stomach, Chanyeol releases, allowing an audible “snap” to be heard. Baekhyun flinches, sucking air in through his teeth as the sharp sting of pain invades his abdomen. “Sadist,” Baekhyun thinks as he opens his eyes to see an evil smile on Chanyeol’s face. The vampire must have known exactly what he was thinking as he then says “Didn’t I say I was the master of pleasure and pain?” Despite the pain, Baekhyun did indeed feel pleasure, but a more powerful emotion was beginning to make itself known as the pace slowed once again.

Desire, that was the feeling that consumed Baekhyun from the beginning. All he wanted to do now was get fucked by this vampire, and of course, he was being denied. Not that he didn’t like the teasing and foreplay, he totally did, he realized the importance of it, but he was more of a “get to the point” kind of guy.  Without words, Baekhyun takes it upon himself to get the pace quickening. Pushing Chanyeol out from in between his thighs, he swings his legs over the bed and stands up. “Did I do something wrong?” Chanyeol questions. Ignoring the question completely, Baekhyun commands “Stand up”. Though he is confused, Chanyeol stands up anyway, walking towards the wall and leaning on it. Baekhyun hurries over to him at a speed that impresses even the vampire. “Take them off,” Baekhyun says, his chocolate eyes boring into Chanyeol’s. “Take what off?” Chanyeol prods, “Your pants” Baekhyun replies in a serious tone. Nodding Chanyeol undoes his belt quickly, allowing it to fall to the floor with a “clink”. Next, he pops open the button and slides down the zipper. Too impatient to wait for the giant to undress himself any further, Baekhyun bends down and practically rips off both Chanyeol’s pants and underwear. “Jeez!” Chanyeol gasps at the aggressiveness of the smaller. He moves to cover his member with his large hands, but Baekhyun was having none of it. Immediately dropping to his knees, the boy begins to stroke along Chanyeol’s hard-on, ever so slightly licking along one of the strong veins. A deep, throaty groan escapes Chanyeol’s mouth at the forwardness of his roommate. “What,” Chanyeol pauses to moan as Baekhyun continues his work “is this for?” The boy pauses but doesn’t look up at him “Payback” A humorless laugh flows out of Chanyeol, “For what?” Baekhyun doesn’t answer.

Devouring the tip of Chanyeol’s member, Baekhyun begins to stroke lightly at the base. He moves his head back and forth, expertly fitting his tongue into the slit. “Mmm,” Chanyeol moans deeply, taking a fistful of Baekhyun’s hair and forcing him deeper. Removing his hands from his member, Baekhyun rests them on Chanyeol’s hips. Tears form in his eyes as his gag reflex threatens to react. Nose pressed to the base of Chanyeol’s cock, Baekhyun swallows, hollowing his cheeks in an attempt to fit more in. Groaning, the vampire still tries to force him deeper, chasing his own high. Baekhyun moans as he feels Chanyeol tug at his hair. The vibrations allow Chanyeol to press himself further into the boy’s wet mouth, almost touching the back of his throat. Holding Baekhyun’s head in place by his hair, Chanyeol thrusts into his mouth. The sudden force causes Baekhyun to move back and push on Chanyeol’s hips in an attempt to stop his gag reflex from making itself known. The vampire doesn’t get the hint and continues pounding relentlessly into the back of Baekhyun’s throat. “Good boy, keep going, I’m so close” Chanyeol chants. Baekhyun sucks and opens up the back of his throat, knowing he can go nowhere with Chanyeol’s hands in his hair. After a few more thrusts, Chanyeol comes with a shout. Thick white stripes cover the inside of Baekhyun’s throat and he swallows it greedily. “So much for payback,” he thinks to himself. The larger releases Baekhyun’s hair at the end of his climax, smiling as he sees the smaller still swallowing, cum dripping from the corners of his lips. Coming off of Chanyeol’s member with a “pop” Baekhyun wipes his mouth and stands up. 

Leaning his head against Chanyeol’s chest, Baekhyun slowly shimmies out of his boxers. Kicking them out of sight, he takes his right hand and languidly strokes his leaking hard-on. He moans as he dips his finger into the slit, wiping away the bubble of pre-cum that had formed. Chanyeol watches in awe as Baekhyun pleasures himself, he desperately wanted to ravish him at this very moment, but his body stayed put. Baekhyun leans further into Chanyeol, pushing his erection against the taller’s leg in an attempt to get more friction. Moving faster now, Baekhyun is in bliss, he is basically humping Chanyeol’s leg, which would embarrass him if he weren’t so turned on, but at this moment, he only cared about his climax. “Keep going Baek,” Chanyeol encourages “you’re so close”. As soon as Baekhyun heard those words he came long and hard all over Chanyeol’s leg. Breathing heavily, he collapses onto the vampire’s chest. “Don’t tap out just yet,” Chanyeol says, shaking Baekhyun’s shoulder to keep him awake. Baekhyun lifts his head, staring deeply into the vampire’s blood red eyes. “Who said I was going to?”

Baekhyun stands on his toes, smashing his lips into Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol eagerly opens his mouth, adding as much pressure as possible without crushing his lips. Baekhyun licks the larger’s plump bottom lip, asking for entrance. Chanyeol obliges, letting his tongue swirl around Baekhyun’s. Their tongues danced together, each of them tasting the other to the fullest extent. Chanyeol grabs the back of Baekhyun’s neck and forces himself deeper, desire consuming his senses. The smaller wasn’t fond of this kind of roughness and in retaliation nips at Chanyeol’s lips. Groaning, the vampire breaks the kiss “Oh you’re gonna regret that,” he threatens. “Get on the bed” he demands. Crossing his arms Baekhyun scoffs, not believing the act. “Now” Chanyeol growls lowly. This display of dominance is enough to finally convince Baekhyun and he makes his way to the bed, plopping down on it. The larger makes his way to the foot of the bed and towers domineeringly over him, “on all fours”. Baekhyun gulps and positions himself. He feels a dip in the bed as Chanyeol comes behind him to grab his hips. Chanyeol runs a hand down Baekhyun’s spine, eliciting a high pitched groan. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” he questions. Baekhyun only moans again in response. “Such a little slut for me” the vampire coos, moving his hands to knead the boy’s ass. “Yes!” Baekhyun agrees, throwing his head up in pleasure. Smiling, Chanyeol positions his face near Baekhyun’s cheeks, kitten licking them. Feeling the smaller pushing against his tongue Chanyeol moves away. “You’re not the boss here babe,” Chanyeol reminds him.  

Reverting back to kneading Baekhyun’s ass, the vampire moves his head to sniff at the boy’s side. Right above his hip bone, Chanyeol decides to bite. Baekhyun shudders in surprise but stays as still as possible, not wanting to start any conflict with the hungry creature. Chanyeol digs deeper, knowing that it is a sensitive spot for a human. The smaller sighs slowly, pushing past the discomfort and focusing on feeling pleasure. The sweet feeling comes as Chanyeol spreads his cheeks apart and plays with his puckering hole. Teasingly putting the tip of his finger in and out, Chanyeol effectively turned his roommate into a moaning, groaning mess. “Uh, Chanyeol, fuck me please, I can’t take it anymore” Baekhuyn begs, his eyes squeezed shut. The vampire sighs “He just doesn’t learn,” he thinks to himself. Pulling away from Baekhyun, Chanyeol lets the red liquid flow onto his hands until they are fully stained. Rubbing them together, he backs up enough to see the boy in full view. Once he sees Baekhuyn turn his head turn his way, he raises his arm and brings his hand down hard onto the boy’s ass.

Baekhyun lurches forward, gripping the bed sheets tightly to deal with the overwhelming feelings. A burning sensation was present in his backside, yet waves of pleasure flowed through his cock.  Meanwhile, Chanyeol admired the red hand print present on Baekhyun’s right ass cheek, softly brushing his fingers over it. As soon as Baekhyun felt the pain subside he feels the same hand smack down on his ass once again, this time with a vengeance. He moans and bites down on the pillow, tears starting to form in his eyes. Again and again, the hand sends needles of pain along his backside. When Chanyeol saw the shaking shoulders and heard the sniffles coming from Baekhyun, he knew that he had been through enough punishment. “You took your punishment like such a good boy” Chanyeol praises moving to wipe Baekhyun’s tears. The boy turns to him and gives a small smile despite his puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “So good in fact,” Chanyeol starts, moving his hand towards Baekhyun’s erection, “I think you should be rewarded”. Baekhyun nods at the idea “Please Chanyeol, I just want your dick inside of me”. Chanyeol ponders the idea while moving back to position himself behind Baekhyun’s ass. “I think that can be arranged,” he tells a now smiling Baekhyun. 

Giving a few kisses to the small of Baekhyun’s back, Chanyeol asks “Do you want prep?” Immediately Baekhyun answers, “No, I want to feel you rip me apart”. Chanyeol chuckles, “Are you sure?” “Positive” the boy responds without missing a beat. “Very well” the larger sighs, taking both of his hands and opening Baekhyun’s cheeks to reveal his tight pink hole. Sucking on his finger to coat it with saliva, the vampire presses it to Baekhyun’s opening, lubricating it slightly. He pumps himself and Baekhyun a few times to get them both painfully hard as he positions his tip at the boy’s awaiting hole. Slowly pushing in, Chanyeol’s cock is enveloped in warmth, “So tight” he compliments. Baekhyun moans loudly as Chanyeol slowly forces himself deeper. Growing tired of the pace Baekhyun whisper yells “Hurry”. Taking this as a sign that Baekhyun isn’t in any pain, the vampire snaps his hips, successfully bottoming out. “Mmmm” the smaller hums in satisfaction. Chanyeol wiggles slightly, trying to let Baekhyun get used to his girth. “Move” his roommate demands after only a few moments of stillness. 

The vampire gulps, tightening his grip on Baekhyun’s hips and carefully thrusting in and out. Baekhyun forces his ass into Chanyeol’s dick as he removes one of his arms from under him to stroke his aching member, “Faster” he urges. Chanyeol’s second brain seems to comprehend the idea faster than his first one as he subconsciously rolls his hips. “Mmmmm” he moans, feeling Baekhyun’s hole tighten. Pulling out almost all the way, Chanyeol harshly forces himself back in, hitting Baekhyun’s prostate dead on. “There!” Baekhyun gasps as he stops pumping himself. “Is that your sweet spot?” the vampire asks, angling himself so that he keeps hitting it. “Yes!Yes!Yes!” Baekhyun chants, bracing himself with both his hands on the headboard. Chanyeol groans lowly as he pounds into his roommate faster and faster, still managing to hit his prostate despite not aiming. “Close” Baekhyun whines. “Me too baby, just wait for me” Chanyeol urges. The boy grips the headboard roughly as the larger continues to hit his spot, his nails were sure to leave dents. Feeling himself about to burst, Chanyeol reaches down to quickly stroke Baekhyun’s member. After a little less than 5 thrusts, Chanyeol comes, collapsing and sinking his teeth into the smaller’s shoulder to mute his sounds of pleasure. Not long after, Baekhyun comes white stripes all over Chanyeol’s hand, the bed and his stomach, trying his best not to collapse from exhaustion and the weight of his roommate on his back.  

Once Chanyeol comes down from his high, he wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s waist and rolls them over so that they are laying flat on the bed, tangled in each other’s arms. “That was amazing” he states breathlessly. “You can say that again” Baekhyun chuckles, nuzzling himself into Chanyeol’s chest. The vampire sighs contently and plays with Baekhyun’s sweaty hair absentmindedly. “Would you like me to clean you up?” Chanyeol asks, pointing to the cum leaking out of Baekhyun’s stretched hole and blood stains on his ass. “No thanks, I can do it myself” the smaller replies, wiggling his way out of Chanyeol’s grip and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure?” the vampire prods while sitting up, he really wanted to help Baekhyun with such an intimate task. “Down boy” Baekhyun jokes, holding his hands up in mock surrender “Of course I’m sure”. The boy stands up and picks up his discarded underwear, making his way to the bathroom across the hall, only looking back once to see the pout on Chanyeol’s face. As Baekhyun closes the door and disappears, Chanyeol flops down on the bed disappointedly. The feeling doesn’t last very long though as no more than a minute later the turning of the door handle causes him to shoot back up. Baekhyun is standing at the door and making a “come hither motion” with his fingers, “Are you coming or not?” The vampire shoots up and runs to the bathroom, not even bothering to get his clothes back on. “You perv, do you really only want to help me clean up?” Baekhyun teases as he sees Chanyeol enter in all of his naked glory. 

Giggling the two lovers kiss each other passionately. As they move further back into the bathroom, the door slowly closes, and the “click” of the lock is the last thing that can be heard from them. 

Thanks for reading My Vampire Roommate! I was really debating about this ending but let me know what you think of it, I may or may not change it. 

Once again, like I do at all of the ends of my fics, please send me requests for fic ideas and let me know your opinion on this story <3

Skeleton (Brad Simpson Smut)

Rating: A-14

Warning: Sexual content

Word Count: 1,738

A/N: This is my first ever piece on Tumblr so hopefully it’s alright. I love to write and will take all request from fluff to smut! 

His lips were soft and comforting against mine, something so adverse to his so-called bad boy reputation. My friends had warned me at the beginning of the school year about him and how easily it was to be cast under his spell. He’s nothing but a player, they told me, you’ll only get your heart broken. Funny that my brain is only reminding me of that moment with my friends now considering I was lost in the way Brad and I fit so perfectly together.

His thumbs traced circles on my hips sending shivers up my spine, igniting the fire inside me. Never would I have thought 3 months ago that I would be in a room alone with bad boy Bradley Simpson with a party going on underneath us.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was deep with lust while his dark eyes searched my face. I didn’t realize that I’d stopped the kiss until he spoke, the nerves coursing through my body like a hurricane. My eyes found the floor not being able to take Bard’s intense stare and only shrugging my shoulders in response. Warm fingers lightly tapped my chin, guiding my gaze back to Bard’s.

His facial features were softer with concern flooding his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He tried again.

My mouth faltered open and close a few times before remembering how to speak again. “I’ve never… I just don’t want this to…”

The corners of his mouth inched upwards into a mimicking smirk before he took a step away from me. “So I guess you’ve heard the rumours too, huh?” My brows frowned in masked confusion, though we both know that I have. “Don’t deny it, I was stupid to ever think that maybe they hadn’t got to you. But rumours are like wild fire, they just keep burning until the whole forest is nothing but char and ash.” He licked his lips, taking a moment before continuing. “They said that I’m player, that I’ll break your heart.” It wasn’t a question but a statement as though he were sighting the rumours like a poem. He studied my eyes for a long while making sure not to miss any single detail of my reaction to his words. “And you believe them.” His head bobbed up and down as he nodded to himself while letting out a pained laugh. I watched his fist clenched and unclenched subconsciously before he pushed passed me towards the door.

“Brad,” I called for him, lightly touching his shoulder. He tensed under my touch, never turning to face me. “If I believed the rumours do you really think I would be standing here now in this room with you?” When I didn’t hear a reply I continued. “And alcohol is no excuse for this either, I’m clean tonight.” A pause. “And I know you are too.”

A heavy silence filled the room before seeing Brad slightly turn his head so I was only able to see the side of his face. “Then why the hesitation?”

I swallowed my nerves knowing another choke up wouldn’t do either of us any good. “It’s just, this isn’t like me; making out with a guy who I only know because we have Calculus together. I just don’t know if I’m just thinking in the moment or…” I trailed off not knowing how to finish.

“I should leave.” Brad said with his body still turned away from mine.

Jumping over the bed I was able to beat him to the door, placing my body in front of it like a barrier. His body was so near to mine that I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

“Kiss me.” I whispered to him.

His eyes only searched mine for a moment before bending down and placing his lips back on mine as though the final puzzle piece has come into play. My hands cupped his stubbly cheeks in attempts to deepen the kiss while feeling his strong arms wrap around my middle and pull me closer to his solid frame. I began walking backwards to the bed dragging him along with me. Brad gently pushed me onto my back before towering over me, breaking the kiss in the process. His deep, brown eyes studied me as a smile broke onto his lips.

“Beautiful.” He muttered more to himself than me though I still felt heat rise to my cheeks.

He leaned back down to my lips giving me quick pecks along my jaw line then trailing down to my collarbone. I knew there would be a crimson and indigo trail of bruises in the morning as he nibbled and kissed the sensitive skin on my body. His warm hands slipped under the hem of my simple striped shirt, raising it above my chest and over my head before doing the same to his own. My fingers trailed along the divots of his chest and stomach, tracing the muscles to memory. I noticed his breathing became heavier once I looked up at him. He was getting lost in the moment with my fingers against his warm, sun kissed skin. I studied his face with a smile, his eyes cracking open once my fingers stopped moving before he leaned down to give me more of his comforting kisses that I wished I could have all day long. I was so lost in the kiss that I didn’t realize that the both of us were only left in our underwear.

Brad’s soft lips left mine as he trailed them down the valley of my body before stopping just above the lacy fabric I was left in.

He looked up at me, eyes scanning mine for any hesitation. “Are you sure?” I nodded my head not wanting this moment to ever end.

Brad continued, planting kisses on either side of my thighs before pulling down my last piece of clothing and discarding it with the rest that laid on the floor. His lips lightly brushed over my clitoral causing me to let out a shaky breath. He smiled knowing how much of an affect he had on me. He brought his lips back down and placed a few more kisses to my skin before attaching them to my clit. I felt his finger brush between my swollen lips, collecting the wetness before pushing one of his digits into me. The pace was slow but deep causing me to let out small whimpers and moans whenever he brushed against my G-spot. I was a panting and sweating mess underneath him as I tangled my hands into his soft, chestnut locks, pulling at them every so often. He inserted another two fingers, quickening the pace as he did so. I felt my stomach tighten with each thrust of his fingers and mouth attacking my small bud. His name was falling out of my mouth repeatedly like it was the only thing I could say. He hummed into me causing my legs to twitch from the pleasure of it. I began to feel myself tighten around his fingers before finally hitting my climax.

I laid on my back for a few moments, trying to regain a normal breathing pace.

“You alright, angel?” Brad’s face hovered over mine with a wicked smile plastered to his lips.

I nodded, “Ya.” I breathed, smiling back at him.

I sat up noticing that his boxers were now in the collection of clothes on the floor. My eyes turned back to face Brad as I watched him pump himself a few times before the sound of tinsel ripping filled the room as he rolled the clear, latex material down his shaft. Moving closer to him, I reached for his member but he gently pulled away from my touch.

“Believe me,” He begun. “I don’t need anymore foreplay.”

His lips found mine again, guiding my back against the bed while supporting himself on his arms placed on either side of my head. Collecting my wetness with a few teasing strokes between my lips, I felt him begin to push himself into me slowly. A gasp left my lips while he slowly came to a halt.

“Are you okay?” Worry filled his voice as he searched my face for any signs of pain.

“It’s alright,” I rensured him. “I’ll adjust in time.” I nodded my head again once he didn’t start moving.

The pace was slow and passionate, something you wouldn’t expect from hearing the rumours of bad boy Bradley Simpson. Small whimpers and moans sounded in my ear from Brad while a few left me as well. It took him a few thrust before finding my G-spot causing me to gasp in pleasure. He began picking up the pace hitting the same spot repeatedly as my breath began to heighten. Moans, whimpers and gasps were the only sounds to fill the room. He buried his face into the crock of my neck, biting down on the sensitive skin to muffle his cries of pleasure. My nails raked down his back knowing that it would leave my mark on him. The familiar knot in my stomach returned for the second time tonight.

“Brad…” I breathed into his ear.

“I know.” He whispered back.

His hand found mine intertwining our fingers together while the other hand moved down to rub circled against my clit.

Brad’s moans were louder now, giving up on trying to muffle them. His lips trailed along the line of my jaw as I felt myself coming closer to the edge.

“It’s alright,” He told me. “Let it go.”

With that I came undone underneath him. I was a moaning mess, the only word I could get out was his name. He shortly followed after me, finding the spot in the crock of my neck to bury his head in whimpering and moaning like a broken record.

He moved off me and to his feet after a few seconds of relaxing to catch his breath. I heard something land in the trash before feeling the bed dip again from his weight. His strong arms pulled me against him as I rested my forehead against his solid chest.

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” He whispered in my ear.

“Me either.”

I felt his fingers slip under my chin and pull my face up to his to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“Good to know we’re on the same page, angel.”

anatomy | park jimin

genre: smUt.

prompt: park jimin teaches a clueless girl about the human anatomy.

ship: mc x pjm.

warnings: sexual content.

word count: 1017

Originally posted by minblush


Zip in pull down suck up. Pull hard suck harder. Lace bodice and gloved fingertips, soft to the touch. Fresh face but where’s me? Wipe mistakes, don’t let them see. Tug a bit, tug-of-war. Tug too hard I just might tear. Reach into your gut, pull out your soul. Dangle it before me, humor me some. I’ll laugh, I promise. Stretch it out, pulled taut. Snip it to pieces, hand out your coupons. Everyone gets a turn but you. I’ve done so much for you, aren’t you thankful? Bright lights, blind me. Un-bind me.

A sensation that escapes the finite realm of verbal expression—

A feeling that builds and curls until it explodes in your blood and spreads like cancer—

A supernova, a newborn star—

Endorphins permeate the air and a-and stain his lips when he kisses me

I can’t breathe, my lungs collapse, synapses singing and screaming and my blood is sweet sweet, like an opiate flower he is eager for my high—the strongest drug that exists for a person is another person.

His fingers brush my thigh and he whispers against my skin, “Femoral…” it drips like honey onto my lips and I lick it up, ravenous, unable to take my time no one ever taught me how to take my time, all I know is roughness and quick kisses and feelings that make my bones shiver in pleasure and panic.

“God please…give me more…please—” all I know how to do is beg and pray and hope please please please, you know what I want so please—

The tease continues as he touches my knee, “Patellar…”

Let’s just forget about this, I want to know about your body instead and how my fingers can fit perfectly in between the spaces of your ribs, or if my touch makes you shiver when I touch your neck, or how about when I place my lips here and sigh into your ear? let’s forget this, I want to know what can make you tremble and bring you to your knees, what makes you weak, what makes you feel like your veins are going to explode.

I want to memorize your anatomy, be able to identify it with my eyes closed and my senses forgotten. I want it to tarnish my own, I just want to feel you, all of you, right now—

His hands brush my underwear, thumb going beneath the thin fabric. he smiles against my ear, “This…” he rubs slow circles and I tremble, “I think you already know what this is…”

“But did you know…” he trails off, his fingers playing with my sanity, “contrary to what you might believe, it doesn’t have all that many nerve-endings.”

His lips leave a trail of fire down my neck and something burns in my chest. “The lips and tongue, are actually what have the most nerve-endings.”

Oh God—

Oh God—

My bones shatter and he eats the dust.

Lower, lower, his lips go lower and down my chest, “Thorax.” he mumbles and I swear when he kisses the skin my heart feels it, can taste the sin dripping from his lips.

Down my breast…

“Mammary,”

Down my stomach…

“Abdomen…”

A nibble of skin by my navel, and it sounds so dirty coming from his mouth.

Hooks a thumb beneath my underwear, swiftly pulls down the fabric.

Composure where have you gone?

Composure where have you gone?

It must have been secreted in the air somehow for when his lips touch the forbidden fruit all I know is lust and a desire so carnal, I have never felt such need and greed—

“I…” you are the boy who taught me how to scream, Park Jimin, you know that? Could you hear it rumbling in my chest when you pressed your lips there? My ribs could shatter from the pressure and oh how you would love to watch me crumble beneath you, how you love broken things.

Hands rake down my body and I shiver, do you know how my body responds to you, Park Jimin? I don’t need water or hydration I just need your touch please touch me everywhere—

Every stroke and sensation makes my legs tremble and you smile between my legs, oh, you must know what you do to me.

He kisses his way back up, my skin aches for more, he knows it does.

Presses his lips against mine.

“Lips…” he positions himself at my entrance. “Repeat after me,”

It takes every ounce of strength to nod my head and sigh something that resembles an accede.

“Labium Superioris and Inferioris.”

“L-labium Sup—J-Jesus Christ.”

I blink and an explosion flashes behind my eyelids. Adrenaline burns through miles in my bloodstream. My bones are restless, using my body to melt into his memory, unforgettable. I tore it open so he wouldn’t look away. So, like the sun, it hurt to look at, but I was all he could see.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to scream, I part my lips but it’s only to sigh, he catches the breath and kisses it away, all my oxygen, gone, devoured, a victim to his every whim.

Above me a celestial body hovers, hair and eyes cut from the same onyx stone, perspiration beading his brow, whispering sweet nothings.

“I-I love you.” but it’s lost in passion somewhere, lost in the place where my neck and shoulder meet, where his teeth linger far too long.

He growls in my ear and my chest explodes, he rips out my heart and watches it bleed. He trails his crimson stained hand down my throat, what a terrible intoxication this is—

Baby he moans, baby…

I’m dowsed in gasoline, just light the match, I want to see the flames flicker in your eyes as you extinguish mine, it’s okay I never burned bright anyway.

Bodies in sync, I watch your façade crack as you come undone. you bury your head in my neck, your gasps the only indication that you too have surrendered yourself to this lust—

Forgive me Eve,

I’ve let him taste the forbidden fruit.

-ttalgi.

Mum

Author: @punkof-pop
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Words: 1,087
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
Request: Nope
Song: Mum - Grayscale
A/N: Back in high school, an English teacher told us that we should write what we know during a creative writing assignment. So, since then I’ve always done that and just used it as a way to sort out my own shit. So, that’s where this comes in.
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To say you’ve had a hell of a night would be an understatement. Your face is tear soaked, your hair disheveled, desperately needing a brush. You’re cold, alone, and completely empty. The pouring rain, drenching you head to toe is only making you feel worse. It’s the worst night you’ve had in forever which is why you find yourself standing outside an all too familiar doorstep.

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Black Soul [Part 1]

wow??? am I starting another multi-chapter fic. yup. I’m trash

This is inspired by Welcome to My World of Fun by @lostin—translation because god damn does mercy write some dark shit

Summary: (no pairings) The king has been overthrown.

Warnings: blood, eventual gore, physical violence, swearing, lots of bad feelings

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Sun in the 1st house people are usually easy to spot. They have a certain energy and vibrancy about them. They will definitely portray the traits of their sun sign to those that meet them. They are highly independent creatures that want to make a life of their own. Although seemingly very confident, Sun in the 1st house people often care too much about what people think of them and are highly self-aware. If the Sun sign is that of air or fire, then these people will often be loud even if they don’t realize it. These people are usually popular, well-liked, or well-known. People know of them for some reason whether it be good or bad. This may make them want to fit in with a certain image to keep that popularity which can make them unhappy if they aren’t truly being themselves. Definitely a natural leader and not one to follow rules or listen to authority figures easily. Some sun in the 1st people can come off arrogant or prideful and this may very well be how they feel inside. Sun in the first house is a blazing trail of crimson and orange fireworks in the night sky. Bursting with color for the world to see and admire.