danger-hips

“More Than Roommates”

Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of his characters. Thank you love your writing!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2067

A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part. 


Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.

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Paint Me A Picture

(Play Me A Song)

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Excerpt: “Wait a second,” your eyes had begun to adjust to the poor lighting as you watched Yoongi turn to look at you in interest, “are they still trying to set us up?”

Genre: fluff, teacher au

Length: 1.9k

A/N: draw me like one of your french girls

Originally posted by milky-melon

The staffroom was always quiet on Fridays, the teachers working without pause to complete all of their marking before the weekend for a welcome break. Usually, you would have been finishing off the last of your lesson plans during this time, but the tinny sound of music from headphones was distracting you. You looked across your desk at Yoongi, frowning as he nodded his head to the beat, writing notes on the song.

As an art teacher, you disliked Yoongi mainly because the art and music departments never got on. You had often shared many a heated argument about which subject was better and students would often laugh when they caught you mid-rant during a lesson.

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#look at this hand go #casually resting on her knee #then smoothingly caressing up her thigh #he leans forward all the way to kiss her #his arm isn’t bend #it’s outstreched #but his fingers don’t show up at her waist #his hand neither lays casually on her knee anymore #nor lovingly on her waist or back #his hand is resting somewhere on her upper thigh #somewhere on her hip #somewhere dangerously close to her butt #jughead jones made a move #i repeat #jughead afraid-of-intimacy jones made an intimate and physical move #jughead likes touching her #jughead would like to touch her more #he enjoys the caressing #he probably wants to do more of that #he is becoming more comfortable with her #he is becoming more comfortable in his own skin #he is becoming more confident #betty cooper is turning boys into men 2k17

Sweet Treat*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: After a seemingly hard health evaluation with the team, Reader wakes up irritated. Steve wants to make the day special for her and apologize, but this only makes his girlfriend want to try something new and explore a new side of her.
Word Count: 2.7k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warning: light hair pulling, teasing, masturbation, dirty talking, thigh riding, grinding, cock worship [?], detailed oral sex (male receiving), and light Dom!Reader.
Special thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for helping me with this one.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Eyes closed, you grumbled as the sound coming from the side of your bed repeated for the second time in a row. You unconsciously placed another pillow above your head and tried to forget the melody, but it was already too late as you awoke to the ringtone of your smartphone lying on your bedside table. You barely had time to open your eyes and catch the device that the annoying sound faded away.

Mentally cursing the person who had woken you up, you lay back your phone on the nightstand and sought a few more minutes of sleep. You only had the time to find the meaning of this word again that your ringtone screamed to your ears once more. Furiously, you blindly reached for the phone and answered the call with this clear irritation on your features

“What?!”

Whoa, looks like someone hasn’t had enough sleep.

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Not Without You

Originally posted by tony-starkes


Rating: Adult, Explicit, Mature

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Spock, Uhura, Bones

Situation/Scenario: Reader is trapped on a shuttle that is about to fail/explode/fall out of the sky (I don’t know how to word that) And the crew is struggling to get her back on board. She is beamed out at the last second. Jim has already convinced himself she is going to die, she doesn’t, he proves how much he needs her.

Warnings: Almost death, Angsty, smut, romance, unprotected sex, AN UNEDITED HOT MESS

Author’s note: Sooo, I have not written smut since I had a kpop smut page. I apologize in advance, my skills are ruuustty.

tags: @yourtropegirl

Not Without You

“Y/L/N to enterprise!” You yelled into your communicator. “I don’t think the shuttle is going to make it!” You yell as you try to pilot the damn thing closer to the enterprise. The ship had stopped at a class m planet to assist in delivering medical supplies to a research team. Everything had gone well, till it was time to return to the enterprise. The team on the planet had their pick of some supplies, and you had the remaining on the shuttle with you. You were supposed to have another crew member go down with you, but you had done this very trip to this team a few times before and didn’t feel you needed assistance.

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My angel | Castiel x reader

A soft knock made you look up from your book. You quickly got up from your spot on the bed and made your way over to the door.

“H-hello, Cas.” You stuttered as you stepped aside for him to enter the small room. Ever since he first appeared when you helped Dean and Bobby summon him, you had always had a soft spot for the blue eyed angel.

“Hello, Y/n. Dean has made me aware of the fact that I should shower. I believe his exact words were ‘What the hell, Cas. You smell like an avocado had sex with an older avocado.’” (a/n I understood that reference.)

“Well then go take a shower.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“That’s the problem, I don’t know how it works. I never had to wash myself in heaven. That’s actually why I came here, I wanted to ask you for help.” Your smile faded a bit as you studied his face. You couldn’t help but feel sympathy for (a/n the devil) him, after all it must be so hard for the feathery cupcake to fit in here.

“Don’t get me wrong, Cas. But wouldn’t it be… better if Dean or Sam helped you?” Your face turned red as the thought of helping him shower entered your mind. Not that you would mind helping him, you just knew he just meant it in a platonic way and that broke your heart.

“The boys aren’t here, they won’t be back until tomorrow morning. And Dean made it very clear I had to be clean by then.”

“W-well okay, let’s g-go then.” Your small, shaking hand grabbed his larger one as started pulling him to the bathroom.

“S-so you h-have to take a-all your clothes o-off to shower.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he started unbuttoning his shirt. When he got to his trousers you quickly gave him a towel to wrap around himself.

“I don’t understand,” Cas said, walking closer to you. “If you’re going to help me don’t you have to be undressed too?” For a second your heart stopped, your palms were clammy and your breath hitched in your throat.

“D-do you w-want me to b-be uh u-undressed?” Your eyes slowly travelled down his body to where the towel hung dangerously low on his hips. You swallowed, looking back up to his eyes.

“Won’t your clothes get wet if you keep them on?” Right now you could curse him for being such an innocent little squish. After a while you nodded doubtfully and started taking of your shirt and trousers ‘till you were left in nothing but your underwear.

The walls of the bathroom took your interest as insecurities filled your mind. Castiel’s big blue eyes were watching your every move and he squinted his eyes when he saw you trying to cover your exposed stomach.

“Y/n, why are you trying to hide your body? I think it looks very beautiful, don’t you?” You kept your eyes on the walls but dropped your arms. Out of nowhere you felt his hands slowly reach behind you, unclasping your bra, making it fall to the ground. He softly bend down a little to slide your panties off, his soft hands left goose bumps on your skin as they glided down your legs.

“C-come on.” You say, slightly pushing him towards the shower. When the both of you entered you turned the water on, letting your bodies get soaked.

“So how do we begin?” He asked, looking around the small space.

“First you’ve got to use shampoo, here let me show you.” You squirted a bit of your favourite shampoo in the palm of your hands and started massaging his scalp. As you ran your fingers through his wet hair you noticed how close you were. Due to your small height (a/n if you’re not short you can just change this part a little bit.) you had to look up a bit to see his face. You blushed when you saw he was already looking down at you.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/n?” You looked at your feet, trying to hide how red your face was by now. He put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look into his blue orbs. His hand rested on your cheek, while the other one laid softly on your hip. You’re breath quickened as his eyes flickered to your lips and back up again. Without thinking you smashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed back, pushing you against the wall.

His hand slowly moved down, stroking your inner thigh. You dug your nails in his shoulders as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit. Soft moans escaped your lips, encouraging him to keep going. He broke the kiss, only to attack your neck. He started sucking and softly biting, leaving love bites where ever he could. Without warning he entered a finger in you, causing you to let out a load moan. He pumped his finger in a fast pace, adding a second one. His thumb kept rubbing you clit as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

“Cas” You moaned, letting your head fall back. You felt him smile against your neck. His free hand softly cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered.

“I love you too, my angel.”

Just as you were about to reattach your lips you heard the door to the bathroom open.

“Oh thank god you’re finally taking a shower, Cas. Wait a minute, why are Y/n clothes here too? Sammy, I think Cas just got laid!” Dean yelled.

You groaned at the awkwardness of the situation, making Castiel laugh.

“How about we finish this in your room?” He asked with a wink.

The Arrangement (Part 4)

Summary: You spend the night at Dean’s place

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: language, leering, smutty thoughts/implications/suggestions (PG13)

A/N: The next part is here EARLY because holidays suck and I have work to procrastinate, which makes me super productive with writing! Hope you guys like this part (side note: this GIF destroys me) (please check the tags, guys, a bunch aren’t working)

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Different Kind Of Workout (SMUT)

A/N: I am writing this for ya after a grueling 12 hours of traveling and working SO YOU BETTER GIVE ME MORE LOVING! I LOVE YOU TOO!

Character: Harry

Warning(s): Smut

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Worth The Risk {Part 13}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risk?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 14

Word Count: 3137
Warnings: none

Originally posted by metal-armed-jesus

You and Sam lounged across the living room in your pajamas, eyes trained on the television flickering softly in front of you as the downpour continued on outside. Through the large windows you could see the dark grey clouds rolling across the sky, leaving everyone in a bitter and somewhat lethargic mood.

It was for that reason (and your aching and bruised bodies from training) that you and Sam had decided to spend the day in, rewatching all of the Harry Potter films together to pass the time. After all, he was one of the only people in the tower who could appreciate the series as much as you.

The clocks struck noon as you continued into the third movie, the rain outside falling harder than ever as you and Sam continued to sit in a daze. You stretched your body across the sofa, unwilling to share with the latter who was currently slouched back in the large armchair to your right.

There’d initially been bickering over the seats, but now silence hung over the room as you both zoned out. So absorbed in the film, neither of you noticed when your company was interrupted

Bucky entered the near empty living room, his hands shoved deep into his sweat pant pockets as he looked around the room groggily. Catching sight of your familiar figure, he began to approach. Without uttering a single word, he reached your side and lifted your legs gently before taking a seat on the sofa. You shifted your weight slightly when he rested your legs back on his lap, shooting Bucky a smile of acknowledgment before focusing back on the movie.

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anonymous asked:

hey i saw u reblog the alex x reader au today and if you want to id love to see a sequel to that maybe w scott finding out or like a secret relationship or scott finding out about the secret relationship ;;)))) thanks in advance!!! ps i love ur writing and you you are a goddess among us

Alex Summers + best friend’s older brother au [refer to this drabble]

A/N: okay so like if i’m being realistic with myself the odds of me ever actually writing this out properly: slim to fucking none because this has been sitting in my inbox for months BUT I can provide you with the full out headcanons of how it all came to be in the first place. so. (hey @kurtwxgners@mvximoff@rax-writes@paperclipmac have some alex stuff) (sidenote: karley we should revisit this au sometime bc its a good one [eyes emoji])

nsfwish? almost? idk there’s like? heavy making out at the end? idk?

  • You’ve been best friends with Scott since forever because your parents were friends so it just kind of happened
  • As a result of this, you’ve also been around Alex since forever because you were always at the Summers house
  • You’ve also had a lowkey crush on Alex since you started to think boys maybe weren’t so gross after all
  • It stayed pretty lowkey, till the summer before junior year, but you didn’t make a thing about it because 1) you figured it would make shit weird and 2) you figured out that Alex was planning to go abroad for his senior year so why would you intentionally bring it up when he’s about to leave
  • Alex found an exchange to go on and did his senior year abroad and you went through junior year being Scott’s best friend like nothing had changed because nothing really had changed and not seeing Alex for the year made your crush kind of hibernate
  • Then during the summer after he finished high school and the one right before your senior year, he found a work placement and worked the entire summer, earning money, and you see him like once or twice but mostly he’s living with a new friend Sean a town over
  • You don’t really see him again till he’s home on his first break from college and damn he looks so much better than you remember him looking and your crush is definitely back in full fucking force
  • You don’t know it, but the first time he sees you when he’s back, he’s actually breathless, because you’re older, and more confident and so, so beautiful and he’s pretty sure he must’ve been fucking blind or something, because there’s no way you weren’t gorgeous before if you’re this goddamn stunning now
  • Do you spend a lot more time at Scott’s house now that Alex is back than you would otherwise? Maybe. You’re pretty sure Scott doesn’t notice anything unusual though, and if he does, he definitely doesn’t know why
  • You drove over to the Summer’s house one Friday night to go over some SAT stuff, and a torrential fucking rainstorm comes while you’re there
  • Your mum calls you and tells you that she really doesn’t want you driving in weather as bad as this, and she can come and pick you up, or you can stay there if it’s alright with the Summers’
  • Of course you’d rather stay there, because then you won’t need to come back to pick up the car later, so you tell her not to worry, you’ll stay over
  • Scott just nods when you tell him you’re staying over and just reminds you where the extra sheets and pillows are for the couch before tossing you an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you to sleep in
  • You give up on trying to go directly to sleep at about 1am so you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water or something and immediately regret your decision because Alex is in the kitchen in a thin, faded, fraying flannel shirt and sweat pants slung dangerously low on his hips, and his longish hair is yanked back in a messy bun and you feel like a fucking idiot because he looks like he’s just about to go to bed and just looking at him like this makes your knees weak
  • He sees you in one of his old shirts (it used to be his, then it got passed on to Scott, who never wore it, so he basically still thinks of it as his shirt) and some sweats and no makeup and you’re not at all put together or tidy, but he’s positive you’ve never looked better, because if he doesn’t think too hard you look like you just climbed out of his bed and the idea is more than a little dizzying
  • “oh, shit, hey Alex. I-thought the kitchen was-” “empty? I mean it is the middle of the night, that’d be the reasonable assumption.” “Yeah. Well.” “Well.”
  • Neither of you is really sure how you managed to get through the interaction unscathed, but by the end of it, you’re both sitting on the couch watching shitty national geographic re runs and laughing at Alex’s shittier jokes, and each time one of you gets up or leans forwards, or really shifts at all, you both gravitate almost unconsciously towards the other
  • You’re not quite sure just how it happened, but you’re tucked neatly under his arm, leaning into his side, and you’re tipping your head back, laughing at another one of his ridiculous puns, and suddenly he’s kissing you, almost hesitantly, and his lips are soft and warm and you want more, but just as quickly as the kiss began, it’s over
  • “Shit, I’m so sorry-that was-I shouldn’t’ve-” he stammers, and you’ve never seen him look so startled or unsure in your life, but you don’t want him to apologise, you want him to kiss you again, so you reach out to grab the front of his shirt and yank his lips back to yours
  • Alex doesn’t need any more encouragement than that, the arm round your shoulders tightening to pull you in closer to him, his mouth pressing against yours with more force than previously
  • One of your arms comes up to wrap around his neck as you shift closer still, and he pulls away again, breathing hard
  • “Are you sure you-I mean you’re Scott’s best friend-we probably shouldn’t-” he tries again, but you’ve never heard anyone sound less convincing in your life, so you just tilt your head to kiss along the sharp line of his jaw and the tempting column of his throat, feeling immensely satisfied when you feel the hitch in his breath as your lips brush softly over his pulse
  • “I’ll stop if you want me to,” You murmur, punctuating each word with a press of your mouth and he lets out a low, strained chuckle
  • “That’s not fighting fair and you know it, beautiful,” he breathes, and the term of endearment makes your head spin, even as you wind your arms around his neck
  • “Good,” you whisper back before pulling him in to kiss him again, one of your hands sliding into his hair, pushing the hair tie out and tangling in it as it falls out of the bun he had yanked it back into
  • You’re in his lap now, his arms tightly around you, hands gripping your hips, keeping you so close you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, and the kiss is hot and insistent and it makes you a little giddy because yeah, you’ve kissed people before but it’s never felt like this and as his tongue slides against yours, you let out an involuntary gasp, your hand reflexively tugging back on his hair and Alex actually moans into your mouth
  • “Fuck, babygirl, give a guy some warning,” he groans, low and shuddering and muffled by your skin, and you can feel him starting to get a hard on, and knowing he wants you is gratifying and scary and thrilling, and as he bites down lightly on you lower lip, you tentatively reach a hand down to palm him through his sweats
  • The moan he lets out is electrifying, needy and wanting and this is starting to lead into uncharted territory for you but you’ve never wanted anyone more than you want him
  • But then he pulls away from you a little and you freeze up in panic and hurt and confusion, because you’re pretty sure you weren’t misreading the signals, but you don’t say anything you just look away, rubbing uncomfortably at your temples and doing your best not to tear up, because you already feel stupid and you really don’t want to make more of a fool of yourself than you already have
  • Suddenly, one of Alex’s hands is reaching out, cupping your cheek and gently forcing you to look at him. He leans in and kisses you softly, his thumb brushing soothingly across your cheekbone as he draws back, a small, reassuring smile on his lips
  • “I’m sorry, beautiful, I didn’t mean-” he starts, voice gentle. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, god I really do. But I-I like you. Have for a while. I want to do this right. I don’t want to screw up,” he explains, and he sounds almost nervous, like he’s not sure whether this is something you want and he looks so uncertain, so uncharacteristically vulnerable that you kiss him again, moving in to tuck yourself against his side once more, and you can feel the tension go out of his body as he kisses you back gently, his arm going around you again.
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A/N: Alright so I got a little carried away with this.The reader is inhumanely strong but that’s all the abilities she has. Feedback is appreciated. This is shit and I’m sorry

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Bucky, Reader, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Wanda and mentions of other avengers

Description: You and Bucky don’t usually get along but being alone in the tower together for a day, may change things between you two 

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, shitty smut, unprotected sex, dom!bucky, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 2610

Originally posted by callitstuckylove


“He’s a fucking asshole” I yell out as I throw a punch so hard that the punching bag flies off the hook a few feet in front of me and sand begins to pour out of it

“But he’s a fucking asshole you like” Wanda says as she runs on the treadmill and I shot her a death glare before going to get another punching bag from the storage room

“Yeah I think he’s hot but his attitude is complete shit I don’t know what happened to him” I say to her as I carry the punching bag over my shoulder and place it back on the hook

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Knight turned Damsel Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Parings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Language

Written by: @garyunwinimagines who sometimes goes by @chipedenspook1997

Notes: Once again I’m sorry it’s been so long, but here’s a long ass one! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I want to hear what you all think! If you want to know when I post next just hit the get notifications button as I stick to posting my imagines on here and the other shit on my main blog. Also do you want me to make a masterlist? I need responses people! 

Words: 3349 words. Yikes. I’m sorry.

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Don’t look down. Don’t look down (y/n).

You were repeating this mantra in your head as you were walking across an unsteady bridge. Mind you it was much too high for your liking for something of this structure. The thing is heights don’t really bother you, if you were on something stable or sturdy. This was neither and that didn’t sit well with you.

“Percival you need to hurry up!” Merlin’s voice echoed in your ear.

“Working on it Merlin,” You said.

So, continuing that mantra, you made your way across the bridge and to the site of you mission. Which was to save Eggsy. Cause for some reason he wouldn’t have sex with the target, and she was super pissed. Leading her to taking him to this hidden but extravagant amazon mansion.

Part, if not all of you was glad that he didn’t sleep with her. Only because of you very obvious crush on him. One that everyone but him knew about. Roxy had even flat out told him that you liked him when you weren’t in the room, but he still didn’t do anything about it. So that bring you to three weeks ago.

You gave up on him. You were still practically head over heels for him, but you pushed those feelings to the side and began dating your current boyfriend, Logan. Logan was nearly everything you wanted in a guy. Smart, funny, charming, loyal, and very attractive. He had these beautiful blue-green eyes that made you melt, and floppy brown hair, with a clean-shaven face. He treated you right, and made you feel very loved. He made you happy, but he wasn’t Eggsy. But who are you to be saying these things when Eggsy wasn’t yours to begin with?

Getting out of your own head, you made your way to the side of the building. You had no intel going in, so you prayed for the best as you snuck inside through an open window. You were in a bedroom and it was massive. It had to have been the room of the bitch who took Eggsy. Noticing a feminine figure laying down, you took the opportunity to cuff her to the headboard and place your hand around her throat. She giggled when the handcuffs clicked around her wrists, but turned over to see you and your extremely pissed off face. So naturally she screamed. There goes the element of surprise to anyone else in the mansion. So you cut to the chase.

“Where’s Eggsy,” You said.

“Who?” She replied looking absolutely clueless.

“The man you took two nights ago.”

“You mean Thomas?”

“Where. Is. He.” You punctuated each word with the tightening of your hand as you were losing patience.

Before she could answer someone else entered the room. You turned your head to see,

“Logan?”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?”

That was when you noticed the lack of clothes he was wearing. Shirtless with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his hair still damp from a shower.

“Question is what are you doing here?” Your hand relaxed around the bitches throat. That was when she took the chance to actually speak up.

“Do you know her babe?” She asked. Babe? BABE!

“That’s my girlfriend,” He said coolly.

“You motherfucker!” You yelled.

You lunged for him, and used your leg and wrapped it around his neck, knocking him out. You turned back to the woman, eyes darkened with rage you stalked over to her and punched her in the face. Not only did she kidnap Eggsy, she was fucking your boyfriend.

“Now where the fuck is he!” You said.

“Ask your boyfriend,” She smirked.

“You fucking cunt!” You punched her again, but before you could land another hit, Logan’s arms wrapped around you and he threw you over his shoulder. You kept hitting and kicking him, but he only laughed. You calmed down just enough to ask him the same question you asked him earlier.

“What are you doing here Logan?”

“That’s just what I’m about to show you, as you’ll be the next part of it (Y/n),” He said with an evil laugh that you have never heard come out of his mouth before.

Where was the Logan you knew? The Logan who you cared about, the one who you began to fall in love with? You were silent as you thought of what you were going to say next.

“How long have you been cheating on me?” The words hurt for you to say.

“The entire time,” The moment those words left his mouth your heart shattered.

It was bad enough that you caught him cheating, but to hear him say that absolutely killed you. To feel that you were never enough for him that he needed somebody else to be happy.

“We’re here,” He said. “Now don’t run darling or I’ll have to hurt you.”

He grinned devilishly at you then left. Not that he’s already hurt you today. So you looked around and saw disfigured bodies organized and sculpted to be like a piece of art. You stared at the bloodied bodied is awe and horror. Until a faint groan caught your attention. Strapped to a chair in the center of the room was Eggsy. You ran to him and checked his pulse, it was steady but weak.

“Merlin, are you getting this?” You said.

“Yes Percival. Lancelot and I are on our way. Hold tight.”

You turned your attention back to Eggsy.

“Come on Eggsy wake up,” You said and tried waking him by shaking his shoulder.

That action earned you another groan. At least he’s responding. Even if he’s not opening his eyes. Which changed when Logan returned to the room and slammed the door behind him.

Enraged he yelled, “Do you know him?”

“He’s my partner at work that I told you about.”

“He’s Eggsy?” He said and you nodded.

“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it,” He smirked and left the room once more.

Anger once again started to build up inside you, and you stood up and were about to leave the room when you heard a weak voice behind you.

“(Y/n)? What’cha doin’ ‘ere?” Eggsy slurred.

You finally got a good look at his battered face. To think that the person you were dating did this to your best friend just about killed you. You saw him try to focus on you, but was having a rough time doing so.

“Here to save your stupid ass,” You said.

He rolled his eyes at your statement and then tried to smirk. The split lip and black eye made that impossible without hurting himself.

That’s when you came back to your senses. Looking around more closely this time, you notice the body sculpture was in the shape of a throne. That had a staircase leading up to it with bodies reaching up towards the throne. There were smaller thrones to the left and right of the main one. All composed of dead bodies. How many people have they killed? Why did they do such a horrific thing?

Those questions would have to be answered later. Cause you needed to focus on getting yourself and Eggsy out of there before the two of you were a part of that throne.

Turning your attention back to Eggsy, you took the pin holding your hair back and sliced through the ropes holding him to the chair. Once they were cut, he slumped over and started to fall asleep. You slapped his cheek and told him to stay awake. When you tried to get him up, you were met with resistance on his part.

“’M fine (y/n), I’ll wait for Merlin. Get outta ‘ere,” Eggsy said half awake. “I just wanna take a nap. Night love.”

He plopped back down on the chair and closed his eyes. You had enough of this shit, so you backhanded him across his face. His head snapping to the other side as you cupped his jaw and forced him to look at you.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes Eggsy Unwin,” You said.

“Come on love, it’s only a nap,” He whined.

Before you could reply, Logan re-entered the room. He smirked at first, until he saw you tending to Eggsy. His eyes slightly closed, nostrils flared, and a harsh scowl crossed his lips.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He exclaimed.

“None of your business you cheating asshole,” You said.

“Oh, I think that it’s my business (y/n). You are my girlfriend-”

“Ex.”

“Excuse me?”

You turned to stare at him as you clarified, “Ex as in you’re my ex-boyfriend.”

As soon as the last syllable left your lips, he rushed towards you and grabbed your shoulders. Gripping them tight enough that you could feel the bruises forming beneath your skin. While his eyes pierced through yours.

“Since when do you think that? Since I started doing this for us? Creating this place where you would be immortalized by my side as I take over the world?”

You remained silent and clenched your jaw, cause who wouldn’t after what you’ve found out?

“Since she realized that you’re a dick,” Eggsy said.

You chuckled and Eggsy grinned back at you. Logan didn’t find that funny one bit and released his grip on you as he stormed over to Eggsy. Who by the way was still grinning like an idiot. Logan pulled his arm back ready to punch him in the jaw, but before he could hit him you lunged towards him and tackled him. Logan’s eyes, now full of rage, were directed towards you. He went to throw a punch, and you easily dodged it by quickly moving your head to the left. The two of you quickly stood up and taking his slightly slower response, you brought your right leg up to kick his left side. He slumped from the impact. You then took off your bracelet and quickly attached it to his wrist and flipped the tiny switch. You stood back as you watch Logan’s body seizure from the electricity coursing through his veins. You gotta love the gadgets you get to use.

Looking back over to Eggsy, you saw him smiling the best he could with his split lip and other facial injuries as you went back over to help him up.

“What’s that look for?” You said.

“Watching my knight in shining armor being a total badass,” He said still smiling towards you.

“Seriously Galahad? I don’t think many knights have boobs,” You rolled your eyes jokingly as he laughed.

“But the whole role reversal thing with me being-”

“The damsel in distress. I know,” He started coughing.

You looped your arm around his waist while he slung his arm around your shoulders as you made your way out of the room. The two of you were oddly silent. With the silence, you let your mind wander. Like how toned Eggsy felt beneath the tattered shirt, the amount of heat radiation off him. To how it would feel to be pinned underneath him. A crackling in your ear brought you out of your thoughts before you were too far gone, and it was Merlin announcing his arrival and to meet him outside.

Hobbling your way outside, the pair in the plane rushed to your aid so they could get you the help that you needed.

“You two look like hell,” Merlin said.

“Merlin! Don’t tell that to their faces!” Roxy said.

You would’ve laughed, but you weren’t in the mood to after the events that occurred today. You just sat there with a blank expression on your face as you made it back to the mansion. They rushed Eggsy off the plane, and you followed them wanting to make sure that Eggsy is all right.

Roxy pulled you aside and told you to, “Get some rest (Y/n), I’ll get Eggsy to medical.”

You nodded and started to walk towards your room you had for situations like this where you just couldn’t make it home. Which was more often than you’d like it to be. Before you got too far, a hand gently but firmly grabbed your arm. Your body tensed until you heard who it was.

“Relax (Y/n). It’s just me,” Merlin said and you felt relieved. “Are you alright?”

Merlin was like a second father to you. He looked out for you as much as he could.

“’M fine Merlin.”

“(y/n).”

“I’m going to bed. Night.”

You quickly made your way to your room. Closing the door behind you and flopping down onto your bed. You wanted to cry, but couldn’t and just felt broken and hopeless. Looking to your nightstand you saw two framed pictures.

One was of you and Logan, smiling and looking into each others eyes when you were walking through the park after a dinner date one night. You looked so in love and happy. Just taunting you with the new revelations of the day. Grabbing the gun you still had strapped to your side, you pulled it out, aimed it and fired. Your arm fell back to your side as the gun fell out of our loose grip.

Banging was heard outside your door. Merlin, who was accompanied by Roxy and Eggsy, who was cleared by medical mere minutes before the shot was heard.

“(Y/n)! Open the fucking door!” Roxy yelled.

“(Y/n)!” Merlin yelled.

“Love! (Y/n), please open the door,” Eggsy pleaded.

The three continued it, that was until they realized that you never locked your door when you entered. They busted in to see shattered glass, your discarded gun on the floor, blood dripping down your hand. Eggsy ran over to your side, and the moment when his skin made contact with yours, you shot up. That when he noticed the picture frame that had a bullet hole where Logan’s head should be.

His face fell into your mattress as his shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. That was when you noticed the panicked and worried looks that Merlin and Roxy gave you. Not really wanting to talk, you turned your head towards the frame. The two of them got the hint and visibly relaxed. Then leaving the room to give you and Eggsy some time alone. The two of you stayed there in silence.

“’M fine Eggsy,” You said and his head shot up as his beautiful eyes were puffy and bloodshot as his face had that one crinkle under his eyes when he was truly terrified.

He brought his hands up to your face and cradled it between his rough hands. Looking you right in the eyes.

“Don’t ya ever scare me like that again love,” He said.

“That’s kinda hard to do with-” He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours.

He pulled away before you could do anything about it.

“Got it?” He whispered.

His hot breath fanned across your face. You nodded and leaned into feel his lips against yours once more. The two of you were content with just gliding your lips across each other’s until you felt and uncomfortable pressure between your legs. Squeezing your thighs together, you pressed your bodies together even more.

Eggsy’s tongue traced the seam of your lips, you grant him access as you let your tongues intertwine. He slowly rose from his spot by your bed so he was laying on top of you. His hands then left your cheeks and went to your hips. Gripping them lightly and pulling them closer to you. A moan escaped your lips as you felt the growing bulge nudging up against your thigh. That was when everything became too real for you. You quickly pushed him away and couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“I…I..I can’t do this Eggsy,” You said in the quietest voice you could muster.

“(y/n). Love,” Eggsy said while he tried to look you in the eye.

“Please don’t Eggsy. Can you just leave me? Please?” You asked.

The room was silent after you said those words. You still couldn’t meet his gaze. That’s when you felt his hands cup your cheeks once more. You screwed your eyes shut, refusing to make eye contact with him. You could feel him move your face to meet his.

“(Y/n). Please open your eyes,” Eggsy’s voice matched your own in volume.

“I can’t,” You said and he chuckled.

“Yes ya can (y/n), now open those beautiful eyes for me.”

“No Eggsy. I can’t. I can’t do this,” Your eyes shot open and saw the utter devastation and heartbreak in his eyes. “I want to so so badly, believe me. But everything is still so fresh. And…and I don’t want to do this if you don’t feel the same. Please don’t say anything and just leave me be until I – until it doesn’t feel so fresh.”

Tears were falling down your face. More fell when Eggsy’s hands left your face and he made his way to the door. The sound of the door opening never came. He stood there, still facing the door as the tension in the room grew thicker by the second. Eggsy then turned around, chest huffed out, jaw set, and a determined look in his eyes.

“No,” He said forcefully.

“What?” You managed to squeak out.

“I’m not leaving you. I’ll never leave you again! Do ya know what it’s like to love someone you could never have, or never deserve? Then to have them tell you they don’t think you feel the same way about them? Cause I love ya so fucking much (Y/n) (L/n)!” He said and started to walk towards you. “I’ve been in love with you for so long (Y/n), and I thought that Rox was shittn’ ‘round with me when she said that you liked me. Guess she was right. But once I saw ya with Logan, I knew that I couldn’t compete.”

He had made his way back to your side. Your mouth was wide open in shock as you heard his proclamation.

“He was perfect for you, well until today, but-”

“You could never compete with him,” You whispered.

“What?” He asked.

“You never had to compete with anyone Eggsy. It was always you. Always.”

Eggsy beamed at you. You could feel the happiness radiating off him as he swooped down and connected your lips once again You were smiling into the kiss as your hands were tangled in his hair, bringing his mouth closer to yours.

On one particular tug, you pulled back in pain. Remembering that there were still glass shards in your hand. You smiled sheepishly.

“Wanna fix me up?” You said.

“I’d love to, but I’d get too distracted by ya love.”

Wordlessly, Eggsy picked you up bridal style and carried you down multiple corridors to reach the medial rooms. Upon entering one of the rooms, you were greeted by Merlin.

“What’s up Doc?” Eggsy grinned from ear to ear.

“Cheeky bastard. What did you need?” He asked.

“(y/n)’s hand needs stichin’ up.”

“No it doesn’t. Just take out the damn glass yourself Galahad. Don’t forget to bandage her hand up as well,” Merlin said then left.

“Come on you big baby. You can do it,” You teased.

That resulted in him laying you down on the bed and grabbing the supplies he needed. Once he started removing the glass, he would kiss the top of your hand in each spot he had just removed the shard from. So, a five-minute job turned into a 30 minute ordeal.

Once it was all taken care of, you made it back to your room. You cleaned up your mess from earlier, and then oh so graciously flopped onto your bed completely exhausted from today.

“Night Eggsy,” He laughed as you hadn’t bothered to change clothes still, and that your face was right in the pillow.

“Night love,” He replied and kissed the top of your head. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, and a life a little better than it was at the beginning of the day.

Hips Don’t Lie

I stood there, smiling wide, as I watched my husband break out the best dad moves he had in his repertoire.

As the song beat on and those sinful hips swayed from side to side, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder to a similar moment just nights ago.

There were a couple key differences.

There were no flashing lights.

It was only Jensen and I.

There were no clothes involved.

And let me tell you, seeing those hips swing freely like that, no burdensome clothes obscuring the view. That’ll do things to a girl.

Dreadfully wonderful things.

Those bare hips, moving sensually towards me. Those thick, bow legs torturing me with their movements. His soft, yet defined stomach, rolling with each step. His broad shoulders and biceps stretching and flexing as he cornered me. My breath quick, my body aching to be touched.

Then he grabbed my naked hips, pulling me into his warmth, slowly encouraging my body to move in time with his. Our bodies knew exactly how to move together.

Let’s just say, it didn’t take long for things to escalate. It didn’t take long before those hips were rolling on top of mine, showing me just how well they could move as long as I begged.

“Hey there beautiful,” Jensen’s voice sounded, breaking me out of my memory. “You look all worked up,” he noted, swaying his hips dangerously as he grabbed mine, guiding me along with him.

“Well, if you’d cut that shit out, I wouldn’t be ready to jump you in front of all those people,” I whispered, locking eyes with his.

“Oh you mean like this,” he said, grabbing my hips, rolling them against his, his hand pressed firmly at the small of my back, pushing me into his hardness.

“You’re lucky we’re back stage,” I moaned, my fingers brushing the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as my lips met his.

“How about we find somewhere a little more private the second this panel is over?” He suggested when my lips were swollen and red.

“You read my mind, Jense,” I breathed against his mouth, pushing him away from me. “Get going so we can get going,” I smirked, raising my eyebrows suggestively.

He pulled me to him once more, his lips crashing to mine hungrily.

“Yes ma'am,” he growled. “I think it’s time for the last question,” he said, heading back on stage.

The music started, and Jensen’s voice rang out with Rob’s. I pulled myself together, waiting patiently to drag my husband back to our room, those hips and what they were capable of the only thing on my mind.

Bathtubs and Livestreams

Originally posted by gldnsky

Bathtubs and Livestreams
[Zelo goes live…]

Why?

Why the hell was this kid always in a bathtub?

You groaned rubbing your temples. Originally you were planning on spending your night off doing some paperwork, maybe unwind with a nice cold glass of wine to calm your nerves. And call it an early night and just get some well-deserved sleep, because believe it or not PR was a lot of work. Mostly just paperwork, but it got tiring.

You were always thankful for the boys you had to work with because there was never much PR for them. Daehyun, and Youngjae would post occasionally. Himchan would much rather enjoy a night at the gym and a bottle of wine so he only dealt with the obligatory instagram post every other day. Jongup would rather not deal with his SNS at all, and Yongguk was a mysterious man with mysterious ways that only ever posted selfies, art, or anything else he could throw a black and white filter on and call it a night. Maybe the occasional tipsy V-live. But no harm no foul.

But Junhong on the other hand…He was a PR statement waiting to happen. You remembered when he was this soft makane, who would follow Yongguk like a lost duck. But now in the days of SNS you had to be on top of his every move. Instagram post, tweets, v-lives, instagram lives. It was all too much and this boy had a tendency of loving to post whenever he was in a bathroom.

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The Damned- Part 2 (Joker x Reader)

“Imagine being raped and left alone to die in streets. Your savoir comes in the form of Gothams most wanted criminal. What will happen once the two of you start to get closer?”

Requested by @iknowyouwuvme​: “One shots where the joker finds a raped reader fallen on the road & saves her & slowly starts falling in love with her.”

A/n: Heres part 2! I hope you guys enjoy this. It might be awhile until the next part.

Warning: Mentions of Rape, trauma, and abuse.



“Please, stop…I don’t want this…”

You flung up into a sitting position, your hand clutching the front of your nightgown. Soft pants escaped from you as your (e/c) orbs darted around the room, trying to understand where you were. You’re head pounded as your realized that your bad dream was nothing compared to the nightmare you’d actually experienced only the other day. Your skin was cold despite the sticky sweat that covered your body.

You inhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself. Concentrating on your breathing, trying to think of anything, anything, but that night. You didn’t want to remember any of it, you wanted to forget.

Forget and move on.

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