felt objects

Doc Scratch (Homestuck) Cosplay Aesthetic.

hit me baby, one more time?

word count: 2.5k

summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink

warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit

a/n: this is probably shit but oh well
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“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.

“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.

“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.

“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.

phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”

dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”

“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.

“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.

“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.

phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”

“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”

phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.

phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”

dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.

phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”

“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.

“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”

dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”

phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.

“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”

“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.

“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.

dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.

phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”

dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.

“good boy. now go.”

dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.

dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.

“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.

dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.

“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.

“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.

“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.

dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.

“get in position you bitch, now.”

dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.

then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.

“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.

“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.

“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.

“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.

phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.

“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.

“yes daddy.”

phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”

dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.

“good?”

dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.

“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.

dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.

phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.

every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.

phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.

dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.

the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.

dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.

“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”

“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”

phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”

“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.

phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”

he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.

dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.

“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.

the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.

phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”

“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.

“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”

dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.

phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.

again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.

phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.

phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.

“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.

dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.

“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.

dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.

“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.

dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.

phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.

“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.

“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.

phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.

he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.

“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”

“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.

“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.

“yes, darling?”

“can we do that again?”
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this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing

Determined to Fall In Love

This morning I woke up determined to fall in love. I don’t know why today was any different from every previous morning, where I usually wake up determined (through quantum physics) to try and squeeze two more hours of sleep into the nine minutes allotted by my snooze button. But today was different.

 'Fall in love!’ - The thought entered my brain before my eyes even opened, and my smile continued to grow as I inhaled deeply the smell of a new day that carried the fragrance of my mission. I spent a few precious moments in my nest of down pillows, my old favorite to the left of my head. Giving it one last loving squeeze, holding the promise to share my adventures in the evening, I slipped from my bed and set off on my quest, guided by an unknown ‘knowing’.

 Although my morning rituals were unchanged, (making tea, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, etc.), I became aware of things I had not previously noticed. 

My shower for example:  today I was aware of every individual drop of water as it alighted on my skin. It was a symphony that had played every morning, yet I had never tuned in to hear it before today. I fell in love with the music. 

My day continued as such, with each previously mundane situation being redefined. I took a sip of my black tea, noticing the perfect dark color, the bold flavor, and the heat as it flowed down my throat, warming my body from the inside out, infusing my cells with the sweet essence of the leaves. I fell in love with my tea.

 That afternoon I took my daily walk on the Santa Fe Trail – one of my favorite places. Every day the trail changes, (the insects, the vegetation, the animals, etc.). For me, walking is a form of meditation, the place where I can connect. 

Today I was only a quarter mile into my meditation when I noticed a furry, black caterpillar scurrying across the five-foot bald expanse of the trail. The caterpillar’s movements were so hurried, they smacked of panic. I briefly considered “helping” it to the other side, a thought I quickly dismissed as arrogant in a superior, human sort of way, and decided to merely observe and intervene only if necessary. It seemed, at that decisive moment, that I connected with this critter. Once it reached the tall green grass it stopped moving completely. 

I waited a few moments and proceeded on my walk, lost in thought. Where will it go from here?  When the time is right, it will seek a place to build its cocoon. Somewhere higher up, I hope. How does it choose?  With complete trust, this creature will seal itself up, vulnerable as it hides in plain sight, dreaming of flight. Bravery personified in a furry critter that can easily pass under the radar, yet we all notice the butterflies. I fell in love with this caterpillar and the thoughts this little creature provoked.

 I looked up as I continued walking, noticing the cloud formations. I realized that I was looking at a gift. Never again would I see that exact cloud in that exact formation. It existed whether I noticed it or not. I fell in love with it. 

More importantly, I began to feel the love sent out, the subtle ambient vibration evident in all things, connecting all things. And like a pebble in a pond, the next overwhelming feeling exploded from my heart, the feeling of gratitude. 

I felt more alive than ever before. I have heard it said that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Intellectually I understood that, yet it was only at this moment that I felt it. I knew I was a part of something so much greater than this human body I was experiencing.

 Only when I became truly open to falling in love was I able to see that love is all around, in everything, just waiting to be acknowledged. 

By protecting myself from “falling” I had actually prohibited myself from flying. 

As I pondered my day, the love I’d felt for inanimate objects, living beings, and every conceivable thing that crossed my path, I realized I could no longer play small. I had a job to do: to be a part of the amplification of the vibration of love. With my heart full of love, I blessed the day as I drifted off to sleep.

#lovelivelearn #pureintentions #monkeyvelvet

Jackson scenario - That’s not my name

Originally posted by ughjacksonwang

requested by @xxrissixx

genre: fluff/smut

Summary: we all know Jackson can be a bit too clingy, but he draws the line when you forget what his place is in the bedroom.

warnings: slightly rough, fingering, sex toys, language

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Never, In Fact, Homeless - Part 3

Relationship: Dean X Daughter

Words: 1,832

Summary: When the Reader gets captured, will the boys save her in time? And what secrets will be revealed if they do?

Warnings: Torture (probably really bad because I have no idea what I’m doing, but torture none the less), being tied up/gagged, lots of angst

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @infamati–et–obliterati @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @winchesters-favorite-girl @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm @comfortablynumb-cherrybomb @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou

A/N: Told you I’d get this posted today! Hope you all enjoy it and don’t hate me!

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by netflixuniversity

A sharp, throbbing pain in the back of your head forced you into consciousness. Hurt and confused, you glanced up, squinting in the bright light that assaulted your eyes.

As they slowly adjusted, you were able to make out some of your surroundings. Tied to a chair in a large, cavernous room, you could feel the ropes biting at your wrists, your ankles, your chest. All around you, there were broken down machines and conveyor belts, giant hooks and catwalks hanging from the ceiling – you must have been in that abandoned factory.

But what happened? From the little that you could recall, you knew that you and the agents had gone into the factory, splitting up to cover more ground. Once you’d made it inside, you searched the first floor, senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. You remembered hearing something behind you, a noise that echoed eerily in the quiet building, and you turned around, eyes searching. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a heavy object smack the back of your head, hard, and you fell into darkness.

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Stand by you (2x08 missing scene)

 This is set between Magnus’ scene with Jace & the party. Magnus deserves to be treated with respect and both he and Alec deserve to have their relationship spoken about with respect by Alec’s family.  Parabatai have it out and Malec are happy. 

Thank you so much to @ladymatt (it was a long edit session but you were an angel as always) and @blj2007 (i really appreciated your comments and support !!)


When Alec walked into the living room he was surprised to see Magnus standing at the drink cart tossing back a glass of whisky. When he’d seen him earlier he’d seemed so happy about how plans were going for Max’s party. But maybe one of the suppliers had been unreasonable, he didn’t really understand half of what went into planning one of these things.

“Well, I delivered the invitation to Mother and they’re coming. So that’s one less thing we need to worry about,” Alec said, coming to stand by Magnus, relieved that at least that meeting was over.

“Well Alec I must say I’m surprised, I felt sure she’d object,” Magnus paused as Alec’s face hardened, “she did object didn’t she, Alexander?”

“And I made it very clear that we care about Max and that whatever function was being held we would be attending together.” Alec paused and then grinned, “so she decided to accept your very generous offer to host it.”

“Why, Alexander, I wish I’d been there to see it!” Magnus said making no attempt to hide his glee at the prospect of Maryse being put in her place.

“It needed to be done.” Alec said simply, although his smile suggested he felt at least slightly triumphant about his success, “So, have you seen Jace? I said I’d tell him whether she was definitely coming. I think he needs a bit of time to prepare given he hasn’t seen her since she practically disowned him after everything happened with Valentine. I assume he’s still here, somewhere?”

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Tension

Requested by: Anon :)
Prompt: #24 “Make me.” (Reid x Reader)


Originally posted by toyboxboy


“I wait for a silent tear / I wait for things to disappear / Wait for the ground to stop moving underneath my only fear. / If I lose you, I don’t know.” – “Waiting game”, by Yellowcard


The ringing in your head was subsiding slightly, but your vision was still kind of blurry. You frantically looked around the barely-lit room for Spencer. He was to your right, trying to sit up too after being ambushed by the UnSub when you went to the guy’s house with the intention to interrogate him.

‘Spence? You okay?’ you asked as you stood up as well and walked towards him.

‘Yeah, you?’ he asked you once you helped him up.

‘Are we in the basement?’ your eyes, now that you were next to your teammate, started roaming around again. There was a flight of stairs, the only possible way out since the windows seemed to be blocked from the outside. No way of knowing whether it was still day or not.

‘I’d say so. Do you have your gun or phone?’ he asked you, and you checked your pockets and the empty holster on your hip.

‘He took everything. The only good thing is that we called Hotch the moment we arrived and heard some screaming, so it shouldn’t take long for the team to get here,’ you told him as you climbed on top of a box to try and pry one of windows open, with no success.

‘It’s pointless,’ a female voice said from a dark corner, and you both jumped.

‘Amanda?’ Spencer ventured out as the owner of the voice stepped forwards into the faint light coming from an old wall lamp at the bottom of the stairs. She had been kidnapped two weeks before on her way home from work, but the guy kept kidnapping and killing women while he held her captive.

‘Yes,’ she nodded but made no attempt to move any closer. ‘Who are you? He’s never brought a man before.’

‘We’re FBI agents. We’re here to save you,’ you tried to reassure her despite the panic you felt taking over every part of your body. ‘Are you hurt?’

‘Not really. I only have bruises now,’ you heard the shackles attached to one of her ankles as she moved to sit down again. You couldn’t help the emotions bubbling inside you and tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

Spencer noticed how your shoulders slumped and grabbed your hand. You looked over at him and were about to thank him when the door to the basement was thrown open and you heard the distinct sound of bullets being put into the magazine. Amanda cried out and retreated further into the shadows. You kept your gaze on Spencer’s face as you moved to the opposite side of the room so that it would be more difficult for him to keep an eye on all three individuals at once.

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| Jeon JungKook | Beauty and the Beast! AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Genre: Romance/ angst.
Warnings: none.
Word count: 3k
A/N: This is shamefully late and unbelievably long. I didn’t follow the exact story line so it’s safe to say that it’s my modified version of the fairytale.


Little did he know, little did she see. Black ivory and no chance to flee, what a daunting task it came to be. The corners of his mouth twisted in a mischievous grin, looking upon their little sleepy heads. Kissing goodbyes and wiping farewell tears.

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Bad Moon Rising [Modern!Kylo x Reader]

Summary: You somehow manage to get a flat tire in a bad neighborhood after your closing shift at work. An unlikely stranger is willing to help, as much as you’re unwilling to accept it.

A/N: Alright. Here’s my first go at this. I wanted to add more detail, but I think I’m going to end up making this into a short series (I already have part 2 written!) so I wanted to get through the inciting incident first. Hope y’all like it!

Warnings: Language.


The night was frigid and exceedingly dark, the heavy cloud cover blocking out any light from the moon. You hated working late, but that was exactly what you had done every day this week. Working late was one thing but working late in retail was another. At the end of a dayshift you could grab your stuff and leave. But a night shift just took it out of you. You had to restock and tidy up and didn’t end up leaving until an hour after the store had closed. Now you were exhausted and just wanted to get home, so you decided to take your shortcut. It would get you home faster but you had to drive through some sketchy areas first. During the day this wasn’t a problem, but now was nearly midnight and the city was basically dead. This route would get you home much faster, however, and all you could think about was getting in bed.

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Remembrance {Part X}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Thank you all for joining me on this wonderful adventure! Now let’s finish this off with a bang!)

Plot Summary: Cassian Andor is a salesman for Valley Tech, a company specializing in selling various computer parts to other companies. You’re the receptionist for Valley Tech, with a little crush on your coworker. Little do you know, Cassian has known you longer than you can even remember. And he’s going to help you get those memories back.

Originally posted by hermiunes

(To help with the mood of this chapter, listen to ‘Unbroken Promise’ by Erick Baker.)

It was the last night at the retreat. You were isolating yourself, you and Cassian only exchanging longing gazes but too afraid to talk to each other about what had happened.

You were working out your memories, still trying to make sense of it.

You didn’t know exactly how to feel or react, but you were trying your best.

You closed your eyes, waiting for another memory to come to you.

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anonymous asked:

Okay i looked back at my request and yes it does sound like rape and I'M SO SORRY. I'M ASHAMED.. maybe you just were having sex and he hurt you by accident and you got upset but he comforted you and apologised sincerely

Aggression:

The door slamming shut was enough to joust you awake from the sleep that you had been entertaining for hours. A thin trail of spit was connected from your hand to your mouth causing you to curse silently and wipe off your face rolling on your back. You knew that Namjoon was home, but being so exhausted from your own work day you simply laid there in bed waiting for him to come to you. The air was chilling your bones, but it was nothing the comforter couldn’t fix. You felt yourself drifting back to sleep, but then the door was being pushed open by a fuming Namjoon that was red. His shirt rolled up on his arms and tucked to show his biceps, his black sweat pants baggy and around his waist. You licked your lips watching him move around the room with his freshly dyed purple hair back. He was sinful and beautiful without even trying. You didn’t say too much you just admired him as he threw off his clothes getting ready to shower was what you assumed.

“Come here..” You mumbled with a slight yawn reaching out for him and sitting up so that he would notice you and jump out of his thoughts.

“No jagi. No.” Namjoon warned sternly looking at you with his clothes balled up in his hand as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“I always help..” You pouted looking at him defeated sighing and crossing your arms. Every time that Namjoon was in an uproar you would always help letting him fuck you until all his anger was gone. Usually it got him to calm down enough to have him talk it out with you, but tonight it seemed like he wasn’t budging. He looked at you paused in his stance, gritting his teeth you heard him mumble ‘fuck it’ and set his clothes onto your shared counter before he was walking back to you eyes dark and hooded. Towering over you Namjoon gripped at the back of your hair his hands in your messy disheveled hair pulling it back a little too hard for your liking. His lips crashing roughly against yours Namjoon yanked the cover down passed your exposed thighs letting his free hand hungrily trail up your body until he was sliding it under the only thing you had on which was one of his blue shirts that was loose on your body.

Plunging his fingers inside of your wet heat, Namjoon was anything but gentle his anger consuming the monster inside of him slowly. Your hand reached out to grab at his wrist to slow him down a bit, at least until you adjusted but he was not giving in keeping the same pace up because he knew that you could take whatever he gave to you. Namjoon pulled back from the kiss quickly flipping you on your stomach lifting the shirt up so that he could see your ass. Delivering slap after slap onto your heated skin the male gripped at your hips aligning himself with your entrance.

“Namjoon wait-“ You tried to call out but it was too late, he was surging his hips forward releasing a strangled moan as your walls stretched out and molded to his shaft. He didn’t let you adjust pulling out and slamming back into your heat. Your hands gripped at the sheets as you whimpered and felt your eyes brim with tears trying to take the rough fuck he was giving you.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like rough sex, you did you craved it most of the time he even touched you. But tonight, it wasn’t as if he was fucking you so that you could take care of him like always, he was just so consumed by his anger it was as if he was taking it out on your body and that was something that you didn’t like to feel at all. His hands holding onto your hips too tight, his nails biting into your skin caused you to whine as you buried your face into the sheets shutting yourself up. Namjoon lifted one hand letting his nails rake up your back until he was grabbing at your hair pulling your body up causing you to arch your back. Namjoon’s balls slapped against your ass, as his dick buried deep inside of you cutting your breath short and letting your head spin. He let your hips go completely to let his other hand busy itself with your clit rubbing the throbbing bud like there was no tomorrow. Moaning his name because of the pleasure you couldn’t help but cum for him, all too quickly for your liking. And Namjoon after a few more harsh thrusts followed suit cumming inside of you and letting you go. He walked into the bathroom once he was done turning on some rap music on his phone leaving you there on the bed feeling like a cheap hookup.

Sighing you told yourself not to cry, hands fumbling with the oversized shirt you reassured yourself it was ok as you crawled back under the covers letting more tears pull from your eyes as you stare at the wall in front of you. A lot of thoughts raced through your mind and you didn’t understand how come you couldn’t shake this hurt feeling. It wasn’t like you guys never fucked this way before and most times you did enjoy every second of it, but here and now you felt bitter and you didn’t even know if you really wanted the male to touch you for the rest of the night. You didn’t know how long you had stayed in the same position but soon Namjoon was coming out singing and moving his hips as he climbed onto the bed and under the covers with you. His hands reached out to hold you but out of instinct you jumped from him, your heart beating fast as you sat on your ass looking at the male who immediately went from a dimpled grin to a concerned frowned.

“Jagi?” He questioned reaching out for you but you slapped his hand away curling up into yourself.

“D-don’t touch me.” You whispered softly hands hugging your legs. Namjoon sat up a bit his eyes never leaving yours.

“Did. Something happen while I was in the shower?” He questioned clearly confused on everything.

“Why didn’t you stop when I asked you?” You asked softly looking down at the bed.

“What the hell? When did you say stop?” Namjoon asked again his voice raising causing you to flinch.

“I said Namjoon wait. And you just kept going.” You said softly feeling your eyes brim.

“So, you didn’t want it?!” He questioned again and the harshness of his tone made you jump because now it just sounded like he raped you and that was not at all what you were trying to say. Sighing softly your hands reached up to play in your hair and you shook your head no trying to steady your voice and think of what you wanted to say.

“It’s not that.. You just, usually talk to me about what’s going on before we do it.. And you were so mad, I didn’t feel like you were coming to me to let me comfort but more like we were hate fucking?” You asked yourself nodding. “I tried to grab at your hand but you didn’t take the hint. I told you to wait because I wanted to adjust to you. Usually I’m all for the rough sex but not when you don’t talk to me. I just feel like I’m an object and not your girlfriend.” You admitted chewing on your jaw. Emotions flooded over Namjoon’s face before he was grabbing you to gently pull you into his arms and under the cover. Opening his mouth to let his soft deep somber voice soothe you.

“I tried to warn you Y/N. I knew the moment you called my name what you wanted. And I was so angry, that’s why I told you no. It wasn’t because I didn’t want you. But I know my strength and I know how I get when I’m mad. That being said, you wanted me and I’ll never tell you no, that you know already. I am sorry that I hurt you, and I’m so sorry you felt like an object. Whenever I touch, taste or feel you I just lose myself and it is hard to regain it because you make me lose my mind. That’s still no excuse. And I promise from now on I’ll never touch you like that again until we talk about it. Do you forgive me?” Namjoon asked softly his eyes staring into yours as he tried to get you to smile. His dimples popped out even when he was trying to be serious and the regret mixed with sorrow was enough to make you poke at his dimples and nod your head kissing his lips.

“I forgive you Nams.” You said sweetly cuddling into his side letting him hold you and kiss it better.

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Alright even in the midst of this, I really had a hard time writing this because it still seems like force and once again anon this subject is a bit too close to home. But I did it, please guys don’t request anything like this or close because I don’t think I’d be able to write it if it’s along the lines of sex and someone getting hurt. Because sex shouldn’t be like that especially when you’re thinking about your favorite bias ;)

Fanfic - Saving a Superhero - 1/1

Summary: Iris was just an intern working a hectic night at the hospital whose break was interrupted by a bleeding unconscious superhero 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2360

A/N: Based on these promo pics in which Iris is a badass doctor


All Iris wanted was to have a nice, relaxing coffee break.

She was in the middle of one of the worst shifts of her life. A grueling fifteen hours where she’d been running off her feet dealing with every type of job. She bounced between being in the emergency room, to doing post op check ups, then working through piles of discharge paperwork. Anyone who said being an second year intern was hell didn’t know the half of it. Iris couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept more than four hours straight. Or had outside human contact beyond doctors and patients. Her life was a constant routine of dealing with an array of bodily fluids, stitching up damaged skin, setting broken bones.

She had few small pleasures remaining in her life. One of them was taking a cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin up to the roof of the hospital whenever she managed to sneak in a break.

Iris pushed through the metal door that led out to the roof. A sigh of relief actually escaping her lips. The cold breeze felt amazing against her heated skin. The lights of city burning bright against the night sky. She closed her eyes to listen to the hum of noise of the city. Iris immersed herself in the peace and quiet, completely different from hectic buzz of activity in the halls of the hospital.

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incolumitas; jungkook

genre: angst, mild fluff, triggering? (action au)

words: 3.3K

summary: incolumitas - freedom from harm. the only kind of feeling you truly felt with jungkook.

member: jungkook from bts

Originally posted by jengkook

A/N: hello baby stars! yes, i have returned after a tremendously long hiatus. in all honesty, it feels good to be back and updating and hopefully getting this blog back on track. while on hiatus, i took some time to really look at myself as a writer and see what needed to be improved, what needed to be changed and what are my goals. i do hope that this new change isn’t too scary, and is better than the way things were before and i hope that you precious baby stars continue to support this blog and all the writers on this blog. as for this scenario, this is really a scenario i wrote a while ago that i felt the need to improve since there was a lot of things that could of been added to the idea, which is why this will be more than one part. anyways thank you so much and happy reading! x  

yours truly, admin tina.



The world in which we all know now had undergone a handful of drastic changes since the age of selfies, social media and other aspects that once were familiar to others.


A series of wars that weren’t taken too seriously around those times had gotten out of hand, their wicked leaders turning out victorious in bloody wars that were fought for the safety of others. Gradually, these wicked leaders that were the main representatives for groups of people who were nothing but brainwashed or forced to undergo those horrific experiences for the sake of their family were taking over the world country by country. This was the start of what you would like to call the loss of humanity.


Then, just when things couldn’t get much worse, with countries all over the world being ruled by a government that only spoke of empty promises of a better tomorrow, the Virus broke out.


You weren’t sure where the Virus originated from, with fear of your itty bitty country being taken over by those rebellious, brainwash-enthusiast leaders running through your mind at the speed of light. However, that did not matter when a seemingly small disease that weakened the lives of three people turned to a serious, life-threatening disease that was killing off your human race thousands by thousands each day.


Your country was one of the lucky ones; the very few countries that those evil leaders had taken over last, or not at all since there wasn’t many resources that certain piece of land could provide. Therefore, people of those countries, including you, were given more time to prepare yourselves for the hell that was about to come. It wasn’t that nobody had initially thought of putting a stop to those leaders, or discovering a cure for the Virus, but they easily outnumbered the remaining untouched countries and no one had come up with a cure quick enough. Therefore, all there was to do, was to hope. To pray for a better day, or at least prepare yourself for what tragic events were to come.


But, no one was prepared for what was to happen next.


Gunshots.


It was all too vivid in your mind. Gunshots were fired at a constant pace, and the screams of angered men awoke you from the enjoyable slumber you were attempting to fully immerse yourself in, for it could be your last. In a haste, you peeked outside your window, your thoughts proven to be correct as rebels belonging to those evil leaders littered the streets of your quiet neighbourhood. Being prepared for a situation such as this, the first thing you grabbed was the M9 hand-gun that was typed underneath your bed.


The object felt cold against your skin, as it did the first day your father trained you how to use it, if you ever needed to protect yourself.


Heavy footsteps were hammering themselves on the floor of your bedroom, arising goosebumps against your exposed skin but nevertheless, with no time to quietly escape, you hid in your closet, crammed inside the tight space with a gun in hand and your survival backpack digging into your right side.


Then, when you were just about to let out a pained whimper, you heard your mother screech at the top of her lungs and a deep, distant and mumbled, “don’t kill her,”.Two gunshots were fired, echoing throughout the entire floor. It was one of the gunshot sounds that you could never allow yourself to forget, for those were the gunshots that brutally murdered your parents. The house was silent afterwards, despite your mouth that begged to let out a whimper — one of despair rather than pain. The rebels who had invaded your home murdered your parents. They had to pay for what they did, one way or another.


As you attempted to hold back your whimpers and hiccups, those exact rebels who murdered your parents in cold blood invaded your bedroom, searching for any signs of life. Although, when your eyes laid on those rebels that you could see through small holes in your closet door and you wanted nothing more but to avenge the death of your parents, you refrained from doing so and let them get on with their business.


  “There’s no one here,” One of the rebels grunted in a husky voice.


“But there is some skippy underwear,” Another one of the rebels observed, presumably picking through your underwear drawer. The thought nauseated you. “Guess this one was a whore.”


The rebels shared a brief laugh before footsteps started approaching your closet. It was now or never.


Either you surrender yourself to those rebels who will murder you like they did your parents, or you could fight for your life. Fight like your parents wanted you to do.


The door opened and before the rebel could even comprehend you were squashed in the tight space, a bullet went through his head, right between where his furry eyebrows should be.


  That was for my father, you told yourself if the ugly monster of guilt started to creep up on you for killing a living soul.


You sprung into action, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you spotted the other rebel by your underwear drawer, shooting him exactly where his private parts were before he could give himself to adapt to the sudden change in plans. You proceeded towards the man lying on your carpeted floor, your foot pressing against his throat, evoking gurgling sounds out of him instead of pleas of help.


“You are sick and the one of the reasons why our world is like this,” You added more weight onto your foot, a chorus of gurgles following your action. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you gazed into the rebels eyes, not seeing him but your mother, laid beneath your foot with a look of content. “Shoot me,” she said.


“I can’t.” You wanted to argue, a if you were convinced that this was your mother beneath you. However, it wasn’t. She was laying in a pool of her own blood, having died right next to one of the people she loved most. You shook your head, and without looking, fired, pausing the gurgling sounds all together.


And that, was for your mother.



A month after your life changed for the better or worse, depending on how you viewed your current situation, you were breathing what you considered to be your last breaths.


By some miracle, you managed to getaway from your home that was no longer  safe, taking one last look at your parents laying in bed. You pretended like they were sleeping for the sake of your sanity. From then on, you were on your own. Nobody in your quiet neighbourhood were anticipating such an attack, with the rebels stating officially that weren’t intending on invading your country anytime soon. Therefore, many of them, if not all of them, were dead, hopefully passing while they were asleep, so they wouldn’t have to experience such traumatic events during the last minutes or seconds of their lives.


Following through with the plan your parents engraved into your mind if this were to ever happen, you ventured towards the next city by foot instead of by car, since that would be a little too obvious to rebels you feared still lurked around your city. In the next city that remained untouched by rebels, you found the last of any type of family you had.


Your uncle, Jisoo, was surprised by your presence, but quickly straightened himself out and provided you with whatever could keep you alive while the thought of his brother and who he thought was a real sister to him being murdered lingering at the back of his mind. In spite of your desperate pleads for him to accompany you on a trek towards some safe houses for people like you, individuals, he remained where you had first seen him standing in his bicycle store, claiming that he would be fine where he was, even though he was well aware he wasn’t.


You left his shop with tears welling in your eyes, the monster of grief clawing at your throat, leaving bleeding, raw scratches in its trail as you hopped onto a bicycle your uncle Jisoo gifted you with and peddled away. 


The rebels had merely assumed the place you were travelling to was another abandoned factory but was in fact what some people called home, so it was safer there for you than wondering the streets and just waiting to be killed. Your uncle Jisoo enlightened you with the information that the settlement provide shelter, food, water, clothing; all the essentials in your bag that were bound to run out if you didn’t venture towards the safe house.


  In addition to supplying basic human needs, uncle Jisoo told you that they taught self-defence lessons there, if people were to leave their compounds and travel to who knows where for whatever reasons. But, you weren’t intending on leaving the safe house — for a little while, at least.


To get to the safe house, you were forced with having to cross a mini desert that separated you from feeling safe again. Well, as safe as someone could feel living in a world like yours. At first, you were doing well and only consumed your resources when it was necessary, aware that you had to be rational with them. But, fast forward thirteen days after you started walking the scorching desert, and you were clinging onto your life, coughing up sand, shrivelled up in the sand like something left outside to dry and as stated before, breathing your last breaths.


  You heard what sounded like a car which you right off the bat assumed was owned by rebels. Your will to survive had long gone, and you were ready. Ready to join your parents in heaven, where you could finally feel at peace with yourself again, where you could live a life different from the one you were slowly leaving, where your parents could forgive you for giving up on your life.


The engine was cut and large tires belonging to what looked like a 1940’s styled Jeep dug into the sand near your fingers. You removed your cheek from the desert sand, feeling some of the grains sticking to your cheeks as you squinted your eyes, placing your hand in front of you to shield your precious eyes from the blazing sun. The car door opened and the first thing your eyes saw were a pair of black combat boots that managed to slightly dig their way into the desert sand.


This was it. These were your last moments of life on this dreaded planet.


Please,” You rasped, coughing up some sand that managed to lodge itself in your wind pipe, thinking of how frail and pathetic you appeared to the person who stood before you. “Just kill me quickly.”


The person kneeled downwards, and the more you gazed at person, the more you learned that this was no rebel. This was a survivor. But were you going to be one too?


“The name is Jeon Jungkook, and no, I’m not with the rebels but am stationed in Safe House 9, candidate number 0970901.” Safe House 9? That’s where you were headed to. “Can you stand?”


You shook your head no. Jungkook chuckled to himself, amused by the stupid question he asked. He then scooped your feeble and delicate body off the sand bed, cradling you in his muscular arms as he stomped his way over towards the other side of the Jeep, placing you in the passenger’s seat before he shut the door, jogging to get into his side of the car and immediately started the engine, the engine roaring similar to a lion’s.


“If you can, you can reach for some of the water in the cubbyhole in front of you.” Jungkook briefed you as his eyes remained solely focused on the desert ahead.


You reached for the cubbyhole, opening the door and you almost started drooling at the sight of the sparkling water. You grabbed the bottle of water in an instant, gulping down the plain liquid goodness, unconscious of how Jungkook would steal glances at you and smile to himself.


“How long did you go without water?” Jungkook attempted to make conversation as he drove past points you remember marking as you travelled towards the safe house…in the opposite direction.


You wiped your dry lips with the back of your hand. “Three days,” You spoke with hesitation, not particularly used to interacting with others anymore. “Hey, isn’t the Safehouse in the other direction?”


“It is,” Jungkook nodded. “But, I still need to patrol the area to see if there is any others like yourself walking the dessert. As well as be kind of like, a lookout if you will, for rebels.”


It was silent after Jungkook had spoken, the man who you noted couldn’t be much older than you, most likely being two years older than you were if you were to guess with his young features and eyes that held the slightest shimmer of something rare in those days, hope. Jungkook patrolled the area, aware of how far he could drive out before he had to make his way back like he had been doing this all his life. Two hours of pure silence passed and Jungkook entered the new city you hadn’t visited before, only driving a short distance into the city before nearing a car park by the factory AKA Safe House, the space in which Jungkook parked the Jeep in shuffling a little bit before the ground it was parked on began to lower itself into the ground where a much more guarded car park was located.


As the car was brought to halt, Jungkook pressed down on a button on his car door and in a few seconds, young ladies dressed in nurse uniforms were rushing towards the Jeep, bringing along a stroller with them as you were helped out of the Jeep, your body laying helplessly in a stretcher that was surrounded by panicked nurses.


  “You’re going to take care of me, right?” You quizzed one of the nurses by your side as your eyes blinked rapidly underneath the bright lights attached to the ceiling.


One of them, with milk chocolate rich skin and an abundant amount of big curls, smiled behind her surgical mask, grabbing your hand and assuring you, “Absolutely.”


You smiled weakly before your eyelids felt heavy, your body falling limb and the frantic screams of nurses disappeared.



You woke up three days after your arrival, according to your doctor’s knowledge. Nothing was seriously wrong with you, it was just having to survive with minimal water and food to snack on, as well as walking the stormy desert in the blazing sun wasn’t exactly the greatest combination for your body, which explains why you blacked out.


Moreover, your doctor advised you to eat regularly, mostly foods belonging to the protein food group, so you can regain your strength and that he would provide you with prescription tablets that you could receive at a counter that was outside the dinning hall. Therefore, that day, after you took a warm shower in a small cubicle that had many other naked people of the same sex along it and put on a shirt with black sweatpants and a matching hoodie that were left on your single bed out of what you observed to be twenty beds in one space, you made your way to the medication counter.


  As you waited in the semi-long line, to keep yourself entertained, you settled for observing the people around you. Many people had a look of content in their eyes, but other people eyes, you noticed, shook with fear for the future, as you were. Still, you kept your expression light and unbothered, repeating to yourself hundred times over that everything was going to be okay.


Everything is going to be okay.


Once you collected your medication and swallowed the pills it in front of the nurse at the window, since the founders of the settlement were extremely strict with ensuring that whoever was injured or ill was consuming whatever could assist them, you walked into the dinning hall.


The dinning hall, you noticed, was similar to the one at your previous school. The food line where young adults such as yourself served food was near the door, on your right. On the left, was something like an area racked with sweet and salty treats while the rest of the space was filled with metal chairs and tables. Anxiousness coursed through your veins at the scene. You were new here, you knew no one here—


  Jungkook.


You knew him, all you had to do was locate wherever he sat, if he was here, and you would have someone to sit with. Even with the world slowly ripping itself to shreds, you still cared about what people thought of you and what would they think if the new edition to their Safehouse was some loner type person.


Again, you stood in a line and waited patiently to receive your dinner that night, which happened to be rice and mince, a chicken quarter with a side of vegetables. As you slowly left the line, retrieving a carton of milk for yourself, your eyes looked over the entire room, the buzzing conversations in the dinning hall only a murmur in your ears. Your eyes looked to the right, and low and behold, sat Jungkook. Alone. By himself.


You took hesitant steps towards the table he sat it, your skin suddenly feeling immensely uncomfortable as you could hear whispers about you and who you were. You tried to keep your eyes ahead of you, pretending as though you couldn’t hear every one of their conversations, for the sake of your own happiness.


You stood behind Jungkook, struggling to find your voice as your eyes watched the older boy eat what you saw was famous ramen that could undoubtably set your mouth and everything inside it on fire. Ultimately, since you were at a loss for words apparently, you cleared your voice, drawing attention to yourself as Jungkook turned around to face you with flushed cheeks filled with ramen.


“C-can I sit with you?” You stuttered, thankful that you didn't stumble over your words like you did when you were nervous.


Jungkook merely nodded, turning back around as you took your seat opposite him, poking your food with your utensils before digging in, never once glancing in Jungkook’s direction.


Until he slammed his fist against the table, the impact of his fist and the vibrations of the desk startling you as you jumped slightly in your seat, staring at the boy who was clearly suffering because of the extremely spicy ramen noodles he ate.


Fuck, that’s hot.” He cursed bluntly, helplessly reaching for his bottle of water and chugging it, only to still hiss because of his fire red tongue.


“Drink this,” You handed him your carton of milk. “It will help.” Jungkook didn’t question you as he ripped the carton open, chugging the dairy liquid and letting out a pleased sigh at the burning sensation that simmered down.


“Thanks,” He began handing the carton over to you, but you cut his action off with the words, “Keep it.”


“Ha, right.” Jungkook awkwardly responded with an even more awkward smile, drawing his hand back and scratching the back of his neck.


Despite the slight awkwardness that started to settle in the air, you felt bad for Jungkook because he wasn’t eating food that he could properly enjoy or that could make him full. Therefore, to make yourself feel a little better, you asked Jungkook, “Are you still hungry?" 


 Jungkook looked up at you at lightning speed, the sight of his deep brown doe eyes and watermelon pink cheeks cracking a smile onto the surface of your face. "If you are, we can share my food.”


“No, I’m okay, thanks.” Jungkook attempted to kindly refuse your offer, but was interrupted by the growl of his stomach which made you let out a single laugh.


You pushed your dish into the middle of the table, scooping up some rice mixed with mice and playfully teased, “It’s really good.”


  Now it was Jungkook’s turn to laugh. He looked over at you with an amused smile, watching you over-exaggerate as you ate your spoonful of food and groaned at how ‘good’ it tasted. Jungkook rolled his eyes, well aware that the food served here wasn’t that good since he’s been here long enough to know such things. Jungkook gave in when you held a piece of chicken in between your chop sticks, waving it around and unexpectedly, before you could put the chicken into your mouth, Jungkook leaned over the table and ate it, his unexpected actions widening your eyes.


Jungkook chuckled at your reaction as he chewed the piece of chicken, placing his hand over his mouth as he uttered out a, “You’re right. It does taste good.”


A geniune smile spread across your face, for the first time in weeks, and you shook your head while Jungkook just laughed at your behaviour like everything was alright and well with the world again, which it felt like in the presence of Jungkook.


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Imagine being a ruler of your own kingdom and meeting with Daenerys to arrange an alliance.

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Heyy, could do please do more daenerys x readers or maybe mini series? I just really love your stories !!

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I’m here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I’m panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I’m here. I don’t usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I’d be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me.

Sweet like jolly ranchers

Sweet.
That’s what Betty Cooper was. Sweet.
From her shiny smooth blonde curls to the light pink cardigan she always seemed to be wearing even in the summertime.
When you thought of Betty Cooper, the first thing that comes to mind is Sweet.

Jughead on the other hand was quite the opposite.
The way his dark hair always seemed to be in his face covering the piercing blue eyes that seemed to be in a permanent grimace at all times.

So when the tiny hand dropped a bright red jolly rancher right by his laptop at his booth at pop Tate’s, his confusion was warranted.

She didn’t stop, just left the piece of candy and continued on her way moving her head to the song playing from the earbuds in her ear.
He expected Betty to sit down at the table across the diner with the jocks and cheerleaders , her best friend Veronica Lodge calling her over but she just tossed a wave and continued out the door adjusting her backpack over her shoulder.

He stared at the offending piece of candy for a solid minute before popping the sweet and sour treat in his mouth. How did she know cherry was his favorite? Maybe she had just felt giving that day, jughead shook his head choosing to put it in the back of his mind returning to his novel.

It kept happening.

Everyday the pretty blonde with the fidgeting fingers would stroll past his booth drop off the candy and keep walking right through the doors still wearing that damn pink sweater.

After the eighth cherry jolly rancher (not that he was counting, don’t be stupid) he had ,had enough.
Stuffing his laptop into his bag he hopped out of the booth following after the girl next door.
“Hey!”
She didn’t respond he assumed it was because of the earbuds tucked into her ears.
Sprinting to catch up to her he tugged on the handle of her back pack.
Whipping around she pulled her earbuds out and lifted her hand to push her attacker.
With a sigh of relief at seeing it just being him she dropped her hands and took a shaky breath

“You scared me, is everything okay?”

She looked nervous, almost like she was afraid he was going to yell at her.
He opened his palm revealing the tiny candy and raised an eyebrow.

She looked at him confused before her eyes widened and she pulled the backpack off her back digging in it
“Oh! You don’t like cherry? I’m sure I have green apple in here somewhere? I just assumed . You never said anything..”

Completely confused jughead tried to clarify
“No.. that’s not.. it’s not the flavor.. cherry is.. why are you giving me candy?”
He stopped his thought process

When Betty’s bright green eyes turned to a familiar shade of hurt and sad his stomach felt as sick as when he ate through the entire buffet on Mother’s Day when he was six.

“I..I’m sorry, I just, I know you like jolly ranchers, well you did when we were kids, i just wanted you to have it I won’t give you anymore. It was stupid, I’m stupid. I’m gonna go.”
She was quick to snatch up her backpack and moved to run away before his hand gripped her wrist

“I like the candy. I just don’t know why you’re giving it to ME. I assumed gifts were reserved solely for teen heart throb Archie Andrews.”
Her nose scrunched up and she tried hiding the tiny smile gracing her face.

“No, Archie isn’t going to be getting anything sweet from me again, don’t get me wrong he’s still my friend but he’s a real jerk.”
Jughead smirked at her before unwrapping the candy and throwing it into his mouth.

Betty smiled one of her absolutely heartbreaking beautiful smiles

“And I gave YOU the candy because no one appreciates sugar as much as you, and Veronica has been on me to quit eating so much sugar so I can’t really eat it in front of her although that doesn’t mean I haven’t been sneaking it.

She stuffed her hands into her pockets pulling out the clear wrappers of at least six jolly ranchers. Smiling guiltily

Jughead laughed full and real, noticing the way Betty’s smile grew even bigger.

“I didn’t think you’re mom let you eat all this processed sugar , I’ve gotta say I’m impressed with this streak of rebellion bets”

Her smile faltered a little bit but she quickly covered it up

“Mom and dad went away again, this time for a month, they’re going on some cruise to Barbados. Mom says it’s good for her journalistic drive to get away from sad little riverdale, so I can eat as much sugar and snacks as I want. I might be thirty lbs heavier by the time they get home!”

Jugheads smile dropped, he remembered when they were younger how her parents would leave her with her neighbor for weeks at a time only coming back for work and to fulfill some slight parently duties.
He was used to being alone, having no family anymore shacking up in the small trailer he managed to nab for cheap.
But Betty she deserved to always be around people who loved her, she could have a family but they chose to leave.
How anyone could choose to leave the brilliant girl in front of him amazed him and made him
Angry all at the same time.

“Walk me home?”

The soft voice broke him out of his thoughts as he nodded and grabbed her backpack from the ground.

They talked the whole way to her house, laughing and catching up on six years of missed time.
He found himself relishing in the way she comfortably tucked herself into his side when the wind blew or how she would punch his arm and leave her hand on his forearm when he made a dumb joke.

When they finally arrived at Betty’s jughead felt his heart ache at having to leave her.

“This is my stop, thanks Again juggie.”

Was he imagining it or did she look sad to leave him too?

“Anytime bets, I’ll see you at school tommorow.”
He questioned, he didn’t want it to go back to the way it had been.

She smiled her perfect teeth showing.

“You bet!”

He tweaked his nose smiling and turning away before he felt the two skinny arms wrap around his waist.

He took a deep breathe burying himself in her hair smiling at the vanilla and peach he had forgotten all about it.
She slowly pulled away.

“See you tommorow.” Before she walked inside.

He waited to hear the click of the lock before walking away.

He stuffed his hands into his back pockets scrunching his nose up when he felt an unfamiliar object

Digging in the pocket he pulled out a cherry jolly rancher

Laughing out loud he shook his head

“This is not over Cooper.”

A Lesson Learned {Luke Hemmings Smut}

PAIRING: Luke/Y/N
RATING: R af
WORD COUNT: 9000+
REEQUESTED: no i was just bored :3

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Struggle - Suga Story AU

A/N; This is the full version of the first chapter. I really hope you like it, the next chapter will be up next Saturday(maybe even sooner) be sure to give it a like or tell me in person if you liked it, thank you for reading it💜💜

Originally posted by amayaladon

Struggle - Suga Story AU

Parts: One, Two

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: Angst,romance,action, AU

Word count; 3.212

Synopsis: Seoul was swarmed with gangs and in order to protect your little brother you made sure you could protect him and yourself but one night you followed your best friend into a club, which led your right into the arms of one of the biggest gangs.



“Omg, what was that!!” You whispered as you heard a bang, you and your friend were crouching between two cars when she suddenly stood up and pulled you along. “What are you doing?”

“There was a shooting and that’s the guy who pulled the trigger,” she whispered back as she pointed at the guy who was walking into a club. “Wait we’re not going to follow him right?”

“Of course we are, don’t you want to know why he shot the guy?”

“Ah let me think, NO NOT REALLY!” you whisper yelled at her but she kept walking and eventually she let go of your arm stating that it was your own decision if you wanted to come and at first you stayed outside but what if something would happen to her? You could never forgive yourself because she really couldn’t defend herself. You, on the other hand, could as you were boxing and doing Krav Maga and to top it off you danced so you decided to follow her. You quickly looked at your clothes and you were thanking the gods for dressing in a nice dress and for once doing your hair.

They let you through without blinking their eyes and as you roamed the floor, you spotted her at the bar but you had to dance to get through the crowd if you didn’t want to stand out so you put your hands in the air just like everyone else and swiftly danced through the crowd never knowing that you had already stood out. When you finally arrived at the bar your friend waved at you with a sly smile on her face and she was lucky that she was your friend otherwise you would’ve hit that smirk off her face. “Ya, what were you thinking?!”

“Come on, you must be curious. Haven’t you heard about the new gang who is controlling these streets, I just want to see how they look like.”

“Are you crazy! That’s why you came in here?” She nodded enthusiastically “Of course, maybe we can join them.” Your mouth dropped with a pop when she said that she was not in her right mind for wanting to join a gang, it would be interesting and it maybe could bring some protection for your baby brother and you but then again, it was not like you couldn’t protect him against the gangs that roamed the streets of Seoul. “Just get me a drink!” you yelled at her whilst slapping the back of her head for getting you in danger, she yelped in pain but ordered a beer anyway. The bartender was filling a glass but there was no way you were drinking from a glass as everything nowadays was getting drugged.

“I want a closed bottle.” you told the bartender and the look he threw your way was everything except friendly but he did return with a closed bottle but he didn’t give you a opener but then again who needed one if you could pop the head of with your hand. You took a long sip whilst scanning the floor and to be honest there was nothing weird going on and people were having a good time. “Why don’t you compete with those dancers over there?” she was again giving me a headache because you really didn’t want to battle with other dancers, not whilst wearing a tight dress. “We can take a look, I guess.” you grabbed her hand and dragged her with you and as you stood on the sidelines you couldn’t help but smirk because you were just as good as these guys and boy they were handsome. They were freestylers for sure and as the beats continued you couldn’t help but move with the music when suddenly a hand grabbed your waist and pulled you back. “The boss wants to meet you.” You felt an object pushed against your back and you knew it was a gun without looking so there was no other option then to come with him and as he led you back you were taking everything in, just in case you would have to run.

The guy was pushing you towards a door and ordered you to open it and once you were inside he moved away from you, now you could take a good look at the guy and you immediately noticed his length, he was tall and handsome but also dangerous as you spotted the gun in his hand. “Are you done staring at my friend?” His voice made you turn around immediately and there was “the Boss.” he was mesmerizing, he looked as if he could kill you in a second, he was not smiling but there was this knowing smirk on his face and you could tell that he was someone you shouldn’t mess with.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was having a good time.” You tried to sound polite but something in him made you want to be rude but you couldn’t provoke him. “You followed one of my men with that silly friend of yours. Why?” there was no point in lying right?

“She was curious and I couldn’t let her go alone.” you shrugged and that made him chuckle. “What could you do to protect her, you’re just a girl.” this made you angry because he didn’t even know you and still he was pulling the “you are a woman and there for you are weak” card and you even took a step forward which wiped the smile from his face. “Stop.” but you didn’t and without even thinking it through you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him up, which startled him for sure and that’s when you heard the safety being pulled from the gun but you couldn’t leave it at this and before you let him go you came even closer. “You don’t even know me so don’t you dare judge me.” you let him fall back and took a few steps back and without any indication, he started laughing. “Wow Y/N you really did change.” this confused the hell out of you because how did he know my name?

“How do you know my name?” You hand your one hand on your hip and the other was balled into a fist and as he finally got up he didn’t waste any time as he walked towards you and without realizing you actually walked back until a pair hands stopped you “thanks JK.” the guy chuckled and as “The boss” turned his attention back to you, you noticed that he wasn’t that tall but that really didn’t matter because he still looked dangerous but then it hit you as you were forced to look at him again from up close, he did look a bit familiar. “How is your little brother doing?” he asked a bit too friendly and the hairs were already standing up at the back of your neck, he didn’t just bring my brother into this right?

“Again how do you know my name.” you weren’t going to talk about you brother as it was none of his business. “How odd, you really don’t remember me do you?” This was confusing as hell and to be quite frank he was starting to piss you off. “Stop playing games and tell me how you know my name.” your voice was shaking but not with fear but more like restraining from the urge of hitting his too handsome face.

“They call me Suga now but my name was Min Yoongi.” That certainly did ring some bells, there was no way that this was the same guy you played with when you were younger and if it was really him, how could you not remember him, to be honest it was a while ago and you moved away from Daegu when your mother was ill and as he was at least four years older it wasn’t that strange that you couldn’t remember him but why was he here and the leader of this gang? “Ah, I can see you remember me now.”

“Min Yoongi? How can you be here and why are you the leader of this gang, what happened to you?” you know you were asking way too much at one time but he never wavered as he stayed right in front of you. “That really doesn’t matter, what does matter is that you shouldn’t have followed your friend inside my club.” the bad feeling you had got even worse, what was he going to do.

“She is my friend why shouldn’t I follow her?”

“Because she is already done for.” this shocked you and as he noticed the shock his smile became evil and you just wanted to run away when the door opened and my friend got thrown in rather hard but instead of looking upset she was actually laughing. “Suga.” was her only remark and this surprised me because how did she know him?

“You shouldn’t have come here, you know that right?” Yoongi finally stepped away from me and crouched down in front of her and she actually spit in his face and the next thing he did made you jump as he hit her hard, the clap was ringing through my ears and as you were trying to move towards them, you got stopped by a hand who was holding you back but as your friend laid there your adrenaline went through the roof and you actually grabbed the hand of this person and flung him over your shoulder, this all happened so fast that Yoongi didn’t see you coming as you kicked him out of the way and as you flung her over your shoulder you heard a gun but it didn’t stop you and the minute you touched the doorknob the gun went off and the bullet went straight into your shoulder, which made you drop her to the floor. You didn’t want to give up and picked her up again but this time you couldn’t do anything except for letting you lean on your good shoulder but of course, you didn’t come far as Yoongi had already called in backup and as the two guys were approaching you, you knew you were done for. “Y/N, just go. You have to get back to your brother, just go!”

You stared at her in horror, how could she ask me to leave her behind? This was not happening, after all those years avoiding gangs, she dragged me right in and now she was even insisting on leaving her here. “I can’t leave you,” you said to her in utter shock but she was right about your little brother what if they decided to kill you for helping her? You were having a battle inside but it was already too late because of your hesitation Yoongi had the opportunity to get close and the thing he did next made everything go black as he put his finger in your bullet wound and that’s when you heard a gun going off.

You woke up as something cold was getting pressed against your forehead. The thing that startled you was that it was your little brother who was taking care of you, you were back at your house and in your own bed. “How did I come here?” you mumbled and your brother immediately turned to you with a smile on his face. “A handsome guy brought you here and told me you had a bit too much to drink.” you shot up but let yourself sink back when you felt your painful shoulder, it wasn’t a dream, you were really shot but what happened to her, did she survive or.. “How did he look like?”

“Uhm he had black hair, he wasn’t really tall but you could tell he was powerful,” he said as he sat down on your bed, he had something in his hand and you pointed to it. “What’s that?”

“Ah ye, he told me to give this to you.” he handed it over but you didn’t open it yet just out of fear because whatever happened yesterday, it wasn’t good and you had to pay a price for disobeying him. “Can you get me something to eat?” you asked him and he immediately moved away. With trembling hand, you opened the letter, which said

“Tonight at 11, make sure you are ready.”

It was signed with an S but it was obvious from whom this was coming, it also meant that he knew where you lived but how did he know that? It can’t be that he had been watching me right? This meant that you and your brother weren’t safe any longer but you weren’t going down without a fight, you had been training for this kind of things and if Yoongi thought you couldn’t protect yourself and your brother then he was wrong because even though you’re not wearing a gun it didn’t mean you didn’t know how to use one. You were going to meet him tonight but if he thought you were going to dress up than he was mistaken.

You brought your brother to school after making sure you took something for the pain in your shoulder. You couldn’t let people see you were in pain so ignoring it was the best option, the thing was though that you had a fight later today, which you couldn’t cancel as it paid the rent. “Be careful okay? I will be here at three to pick you up,” you yelled after your brother because there was no way he was going home by himself not after yesterday, not now that you were followed. You knew they were following you from the moment you stepped outside and it was funny to see how they tried to hide but what did worry you was that they were not Yoongi’s men at least not the ones you had already seen.

You stepped into the ring and as the challenger got in, you had to smile because this was going to be easier than you would think. “Alright ladies let’s start.” the referee made us bow and that’s when the fight started, it was a shame that she was still so young but you couldn’t let her win, not whilst people were looking at you from different gangs. Within six minutes you had knocked her out and you had to hand it to her, she was strong and the punches you received actually hurt and you surely would have a black eye at the end of the day but the thing that hurt the most was your shoulder and you were sure it was bleeding again. You walked into the dressing room and as your were changing your clothes someone walked in and locked the room. “Where is your friend?” he didn’t give you a chance to say anything as he pressed you down, he knew about the wound as he put his finger on it, it was also the only reason why you buckled. “I don’t know.” you were clenching your teeth as he pushed through the stitches, you couldn’t help scream it out. “LET GO!!” you yelled at him but he only chuckled.

“Not before you tell me what happened yesterday?”

“I don’t know what happened yesterday, I got really drunk, I blacked out.” You were desperate and took the lie that Yoongi told your brother. “You’re lying, how did you get this wound?” to make it worse he actually put his finger in it and that’s when you started to see stars.

“We killed her.” You recognized the voice and that’s when you were kicked to the side, you yelped in pain when someone suddenly held you gently. “Just stay still, it will be okay.” You didn’t recognize this voice but it sounded really friendly. “What do you mean you killed her?!” the guy was raising your voice but Yoongi stayed calm. “Just as I’m saying, we killed her, she trespassed after three warnings.”

“She did nothing wrong!”

“Really, that’s why she was dealing in my club?”

“Aish damn girl but still you should’ve sent her back to us.” Yoongi was clicking with his tongue, you could easily tell he was losing his patience. “I did twice already but she still came back and this time she even dragged down someone important to me and that’s unforgivable.” You knew it was over as the other guy didn’t say anything but there was still a tense atmosphere around us and then it hit you because he had hurt me, they were going to do something to that guy but that really wasn’t something you wanted to be a witness of. “Let me go, please?” you whispered to the guy who was holding you but he didn’t budge. “Please, I won’t tell anyone, I just really want to go home.” You’re not going anywhere, I’m sorry.”

“You know what happens to people who hurt the people I care about right?” The guy didn’t say anything as he knew the penalty, this was a penalty that everyone knew about because not only did you disrespect the leader but you also brought danger to your own members, it was an unforgivable one, which was paid by the only thing that would make sense to these guys and that was death. That’s when you heard the safety being pulled from the gun and before you could say anything the gun went off. You had your eyes on them when it happened and you felt sick to your stomach but you couldn’t look away even though this was wrong it felt nice that someone wanted to protect you and you couldn’t help but respect Yoongi, speaking of which, he turned and came straight to you even the hands that were holding you were gone and yoongi pulled you gently into his arms but as he put his arms around you,  you immediately felt your shoulder, which had been numb the entire time, probably because you were in shock but now it was hurting like crazy.

“Are you okay, we heard you scream.” You shook your head and that’s when he saw the blood on your shoulder, that was also a thing, as you were wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts, you felt humiliated. “Your stitches!” he sounded alarmed but you pushed him away because it was his fault that you need stitches in the first place. “This is all your fault, I wouldn’t be in trouble if you left us alone but noooo you had to kill my friend and shoot me in the process!” Your anger surfaced but as you were in pain it really didn’t matter.

“I know, I shouldn’t have shoot you but then again you should’ve listened to me, I’m reasonable but not when I’m dealing with a problem.” you were staring at each other and you could feel the tension but it wasn’t all anger, it was also passion, the chemistry was electrifying and it wasn’t a surprise when Yoongi pulled you closer but before he could put his mouth on yours, one of the guys scraped his throat, making you jump away from Yoongi.

“We should look at her shoulder Yoongi.”