god damn it this took a while

shibolet3  asked:

Wait what con artist from 2014

I’d like to title this story “Swing And A Miss

Okay, so my high school had this program where seniors could leave school like a month and a half early and opt out of exams if they took on internships around the neighborhood, but not everyone wanted to/was eligible to do it. Back in like 2013, they had like 15 bored seniors stuck in the school, so the administration brought in this Professional Life Coach, left him in alone in a room with them for two hours to talk to them about like, self-esteem or some shit. All the kids were pulled out of their classes for this*, and later told the administration that they loved him, they really enjoyed the talk.

So, about a year later, we have a new principal. He’s supposed to set up an assembly for all the 11th and 12th graders, but he doesn’t know what to do. One of his coworkers mentions that there was a life coach that was a huge hit with the kids that didn’t do community study last year, so maybe he’d also be great for a larger audience. The principal basically thinks “okay, what the hell” and calls up and hires Jason C. Jean to come talk to the kids.

Now, it’s like, 10:30, maybe 11:00 in the morning, and two entire grades are getting shepherded to the main gymnasium, and no one wants to God damn be there. We ain’t got time for self esteem talks. We want to sleep. And this guy, watching us all drag our feet in and collapse into the bleachers was just like…offensively peppy. There’s a couple faculty members sitting behind him, the woman who suggested he be hired for this, the vice principals for the grades- but the principal himself kept getting calls so he was in and out the whole time.

Now, Mr. Jean was like…the chill “Just call me by my first name dude” history professor at college times 30. He was trying so fucking hard. I’m referring to him as ‘Mr. Jean’ in this story just to be disrespectful. So anyway, we all get in there, and he tells us right off the bat “You guys are totally allowed to be on your phones and laptops during this! I get it! It’s no problem, like really, I insist!” so while the faculty members are exchanging smiles that read ‘how do we kill that while respecting him’, all the kids are immediately pulling out their electronics and he’s starts his speech.

Now, again, I really wanna reiterate that he told us we could be on our phones- because when the news articles started coming out about this, I remember all these angry, annoying comments from old people like “Why the hell were the students on their phones in the first place! So disrespectful! These damn millennials and their social media!” like, they were completely ignoring the entire story and just focusing in on kids using the internet, and it Really Super Pissed Me Off, so. Again, we had permission for this (which also ended up being Mr. Jean’s fatal mistake).

So, he starts off this speech fairly normally, like ‘hi, I’m Jason, I’m a professional life coach and I wanna teach you kids about how to be The Best You!’ and like people were tuning him out and listening to varying degrees. Some kids (like myself) were kinda dozing off, and everyone was on twitter or facebook.

His approach to a self esteem speech seemed to be ‘let me tell you my entire life story for hours’ and like, at first I was like “I’m not really hearing this, I’m half dreaming right now” but the more I started making myself pay attention the more…bizarre and rambling his story got.

So like, for instance, he told us he drank a lot in high school. Like, a lot. But he didn’t use that as a ‘don’t drink or party too hard’ lesson, instead he was like “I was fourteen so I always called my parents to pick me up, and they weren’t mad because they knew it meant I could trust them. So remember, always tell your parents when you’re drinking!” and then it kinda got to a point where it sounded like he was encouraging partying and drinking and the like to the group of underage kids.

And then, he told us how he used to play baseball all the time when he was a kid, and at 16 reached a crossroads in his life where the Phillies wanted to draft him or he could go play football for Penn State. And he said he went with Penn State but later lost the scholarship for some reason and we’re like…really.

There was absolutely nothing coherent about anything he was saying- nothing that tied anything together, made a point, seemed like it had anything to do with an assembly on self esteem. He told us at one point he was making upwards of 7 million a year. He told us one time before college he was homeless. He told us he used to own a construction company and built his own branch of nightclubs himself, that he and his friend then ran. He told us he fought a shark and came out with no scars. He told us that he had less money now, because after surviving a work related accident- direct quote- “I fell almost 30 feet and I broke in half” - he decided to leave that industry and spend more time with his family.

So, yeah, I was pretty positive this was bullshit, but there were clearly kids in the room that were falling for it. But then he said something like…he and his friend got bored one day and started jarring up their own pasta sauce, and made a deal with wegmans or some store like that to start selling it, and now he has a pasta sauce empire. Like he spent 15 fucking minutes on this. The way he kept saying ‘pasta sauce’ was so annoying I was about to claw my ears out. But anyway, two girls in my grade wanted to find out what brand he was talking about, so they googled his name.

And then quietly gasped.

And then furiously started typing into their phones.

And remember- everyone, even though they were paying attention- was on twitter and facebook. All the sudden I see heads flying up and wide eyes and people whispering to each other. Mr. Jean doesn’t seem to notice the change and keeps rambling on, but I know something happened so I google him too and-

Okay so basically he’s 1) been arrested, 2) filed for bankruptcy like three times and 3) has been hailed as a ‘Swinger Guru’ by playboy.

EVERYONES SILENTLY FLIPPING OUT.

So by now, this is a fucking game- he still doesn’t notice anything wrong amongst the kids, so we’re all silently texting each other to fill each other in. Pulling up receipts. But still playing the part of politely intrigued audience members. The school faculty have no fucking idea what’s going on, until one of the students texts her mom, who happens to be the woman that convinced the principal to hire this guy. We see her check her phone, go wide-eyed, and she runs out of the fucking room presumably to either find the principal or hide in terror.

So Mr. Jean had been talking to random people intermittently throughout this speech, but we reach the ‘questions’ part of it. Everyone seems to silently agree that instead of just asking him anything outright, we should just see how good of a liar he was. So they’d be asking him stuff like ‘how much money did you make with ____ company’ and he’d give a ridiculously high number as people were sending each other reports of him filing for bankruptcy during that time. Or they asked him about his construction business which he said was great, and while he was talking about how great it was we were all reading his arrest report, from when a woman hired him to build her house, and he took her money and then like…just didn’t build anything. Wild. Someone asked him about his family and he’s extolling Christian virtues while we’re all on the website for his annual Swing Fest. People would ask him how he got certain jobs and he was making promises to hook kids up in interviews and shit. Everyone was loosing their God damn minds online and just barely holding it together in person. This man was so beyond full of shit- like, he was a God awful life coach but his dedication to lying was inspirational.

We eventually get to leave and everyone is yelling and cracking up and freaking out, all running to our classes to tell the teachers and the underclassmen everything, and the teachers are freaking out, alternating between horrified confusion and laughing hysterically. Before the school day even ended, someone had called a bunch of news stations. The principal was freaking out and denying he had anything to do with it, before calling some students to his office to see what exactly the kids had searched up on the guy…Because apparently teenagers can perform better background checks than school officials. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks.

A couple months after this, for my theater class’ showcase, I wrote and directed a skit called ‘Mason B. Mean’. It was a huge hit. The principal was in the audience. I’ve never seen a grown man look so dead inside. I made sure I was out of the room before he came up to congratulate the cast and everything. The next day, my theater teacher told me his only comment about the skit was a quiet, long-suffering “Why.” 😂😂

Annnnnnnnd that’s the time a Swinger Entrepreneur rambled on about pasta sauce and money in front of teenagers who knew how to use google for almost two hours.  

http://www.philly.com/philly/news/breaking/Montco_principal_apologizes_for_having_swinger_entrepreneur_speak_to_kids.html

Recent JPN Teen Magazine Situation

when i first saw the translations of the new jpn teen magazine here i saw ppl being upset (which i dont blame) but i already knew right away it was fishy and figured those are all old interviews/festa from the past. and looking into it, i was right lmao, so no we gonna go into the details right now and compare the old to the new

part 1. sexy or cute question 
(new)

(old)

pt.2 describing the members

(new)

(old)

(new)

(old)

(new)

(old)

Pt.3 KBOYS x smart Magazine 2015 SS issue 

(new)

(old)

the text segment, i highlighted the things they said that was used for the new magazine

what hoseok “said” in the new magazine

q: long or short (hair) which do u like?
“long”
q: pants or skirt
“one piece (dress)”
q: sneakers or heels?
“sneakers”
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable (w.e the fuck this means)
 "high heels and fancy looks are no good"

old interview

what yoongi “said” in the new magazine 

q: long/short (hair) which do u like? tall/short?
“doesnt matter”
q: pants or skirt
“skinny pants" 
q: sneakers or heels?
"sneakers”
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable
“dressing up in different fashion”

old interview 

what jin “said” in the new magazine

q: long or short (hair) which do u like?
“long”
q: tall or short?
“doesnt matter”
q: pants or skirt
“skinny pants" 
q: sneakers or heels?
"sneakers”
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable
“clothes that dont match ur age is no good”

old interview 

what tae “said” in the new magazine

q: long or short (hair) which do u like?
“short or long black hair”
q: tall or short?
“doesnt matter" 
q: pants or skirt
"skinny pants/skirt”
q: sneakers/heels?
“sneakers”
q: smthn thats nonnegotiable
“fashion similar to mine”

yall get the idea, im too lazy to do the other three lol you can find the old interview here

as for the ugly skin type preference question, im just gonna assume they used old interviews as well like i mean…thats what they did for the other questions so like lol namjoon, jin and tae said they liked pale skin back in the old days, jimin and hoseok never said anything which is why the magazine said it didnt matter, yoongi was fucking weird bc im pretty sure vato said he didnt care at all abt appearance multiple times and as for jeongguk, early 2014 he said he preferred pale skin and then after ahl he said he preferred tan skin which is why the magazine said he liked both

so BAM none of this shit is new, thank god, its all old shit piled up together, modified and then got called “new”

HOWEVER with the skin preference question i didnt appreciate how some of ya tried to defend bts smh what was said was ugly but luckily its in the past, just be aware of the things bts said before and know its wrong, you can still support them while doing that

IM OUT 

Last night I had a dream that maybe this is more than it is. We spoke about things that weren’t sending us to hell and I didn’t come round only when your parents weren’t home.

I think I’m falling in love and that is so fucking typical because I’m always falling off cliffs I should never be standing near in the first place and the first thing you said to me the first time you took everything was “don’t catch feelings”. But look, I’m catching feelings like you’d catch a cold and there’s no way back now. I’m already six feet under.

The only time you want me is when I’m giving myself up for you. So I loose myself every god damn day because it means I can have you for a little while at least. You have me. Don’t you see that? You can take anything you want. It’s yours it’s yours it’s yours.

Movie Night

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2246 (I got a little carried away!)

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”

A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!


You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.

“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him.
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You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.

Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.  

“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.

“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.

You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.

“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”

Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.

Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.

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You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.

“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.

“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.

No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.

“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.

“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.

“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.

“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.

“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.

“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot.  You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.

“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.

Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.

Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.

“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.  

He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”

Sojiro Shimada headcanons
  • he has an older sister who ran off with a lover when they were young. She visits sometimes to give his kids too much sugar and encourage them to do wild shit like express themselves. Of course you can finger paint on the walls Genji.
  • He liked sweets he kept a stash in his office.
  • God damn he loved his wife
  • it was a kind of business marriage, probably arranged for him, but they were lucky and fell in love. She was super funny?? It surprised him she seemed so quiet and reserved in meetings between their families he was not expecting dick jokes on the first date
  • They worked wonderfully together, he was a practical businessman and she was ruthlessly clever and charismatic. A perfect team the family had never done better. 
  • She died having Genji. His father never blamed him though. 
  • God damn he loved his kids!
  • He was always busy but still a damn good dad. He never ignored his kids and tried not to tell them “not now” if he could help it. He took every opportunity he possibly could to go out and do fun kid stuff with them. He’d do Hanzo’s hair for him and help him with his homework. He’d let Genji paint his nails and scribble on papers he didn’t need, just please, not the walls again.(Hanzo’s responsible attitude developed quite early. Think like, 4 years old following Genji while he crawls around, just kinda herding him away from things he shouldn’t touch. Probably making a face and sighing like he’s too old and tired for this, even tho he is doing it completely by his own will.This was helpful for poor busy dad.)
  • He told his kids stories before bed almost every night. Even when it was just Hanzo. When they were a little older and he pulled that “once there were two dragons who were grounded because they stayed out past curfew” Genji told him he should have ditched the family and written children’s stories. He low key liked the idea. 
  • There’s a picture of his wife on his nightstand and he talks to her sometimes. About things that are stressing him out, about how smart Hanzo is or how Genji looks exactly like her. 
  • He tried not to put excessive pressure on Hanzo, but Hanzo would just make up for it by putting pressure on himself. This is a little bit frustrating, he doesn’t wanna say, “maybe you shouldn’t aim so high”, but he hates to see Hanzo so stressed out trying to reach the bars he set for himself. He appreciates that Genji seems to take care of and support his brother, tho. 
  • He never pushed Genji to accept his role as heir to the family, but he did try to convince his son that there was a nobility in what they did. Even if they dealt in weapons and drugs and death, they provided jobs and second chances to unfortunate people, they were fair with their justice and they protected their city. 
  • He was constantly at odds with his wife’s older and younger brothers, who joined the family’s council of elders when they married into the family. The pair of them were greedy and underhanded and blamed Genji for the death of their sister. They went behind his back and gave the poor kid shit all the time.
  • He always has been and would still be very proud of his kids.
Patrick Hockstetter || Guilt

A/N: I say this a lot, but I mean it on this one, this was hard to try to come up with. I tried to hold true to Bower’s Gang as much as I could but I wanted to also humanize them more I guess. I hope this turned out well and everyone enjoys!

“Listen, I wouldn’t have came to you loser’s in the first place if I didn’t need the help.” Patrick’s voice was raspy, he growled out the words with his eyes hard on Bill, Stan, Richie, and Eddie, who stood in front of him while Henry, Belch, and Victor stood behind him. Patrick’s face was scratched up, his body bloodied and bruised from his narrow escape from that god damned clown. When he got back and found that you had been missing as well, something in him… broke.

When Patrick first started dating you, his violent and sinister nature eased as he began regularly taking his medication, with a little convincing from you. It took nearly six months, six long strenuous months, but he slowly warmed up to treating you and others decently. It was a lot of work for you, but despite the sexual gestures and the harsh words he would give you and others, you saw the glimmer of good in him. Patrick slowly became more affectionate and loving than just possessive and obsessive over you, he treated you more like his girlfriend than just his personal toy. He treated you like you were real, as terrifying as that was for him. He grew to love you in how own special way.

Patrick shot a glare behind him at his friends, who looked away in shame, his gaze turned back to the losers, “I would’ve thought that they would’ve kept an eye out for Y/N, but obviously not.”

“Listen, man-“ Belch was cut off with another glare from Patrick. Y/N, his girl, was taken when the others clearly should have been with her.

“Wow, what does that make you assholes if you’re asking us losers for help? Huh?” Patrick gave a warning growl, “R-Richie, n-not the t-time.” Bill stuttered out, he looked over at Patrick, despite the constant bullying Patrick and his friends did to the loser’s, Bill understood the desperation Patrick felt to find Y/N. Hoping she was alive.

“W-we’ll help.” Bill’s words cut the tension, Patrick’s eyes moved from Richie to Bill, “on-n one con-condition, st-stop the b-bullying.”

Henry scoffed, “Patrick, let’s just-“

Patrick turned on Henry, his finger pointed directly in Henry’s face, “you don’t get to speak.” Oddly enough, Henry shut his mouth in a tight line, “deal.”

“Woah-“ Richie began to speak, “shut it trashmouth.” Patrick stepped forward threateningly, “go get the other losers and let’s go.” The boys nodded and scurried off, “meet at Neibolt in an hour!” His yell was loud enough to reach the four boys riding off on their bikes, arguing over what was happening, he turned on his friends, “we aren’t upholding that deal.” Henry’s arms crossed over his chest, Patrick closed the distance between them, “oh, we are upholding it. You fuckers got us in the situation in the first fucking place. I had to fight way way out of that god damn sewer just to find out you idiots didn’t even give a damn about watching over Y/N or making sure she was ok. I was missing!” His words were becoming increasingly angrier, the last sentence he yelled aggressively in Henry’s face.

“And if you don’t hold up the deal, that’s fucking fine by me, don’t even fucking come. If she-“ his voice almost broke, he cleared his throat and kicked his chapped lips, “if she’s dead, I’ll kill you all myself.” Patrick stepped back from the boy, stomping in the direction of the Neibolt house, he could hear a scuffling behind him as the others caught up to him in silence.


The stood outside of Neibolt, waiting for the losers, well, the others to show up. They showed up after forty minutes, Patrick shot them the closest look he could give for being grateful they came, it almost looked like a pained grimace with a hint of a genuine smile. He was working on it and it did not help as an unfamiliar feeling washed over him, his stomach churned and he looked away in shame. Guilt.

“Let’s go.” Patrick marched into the house without a second thought, his head set on finding you, alive.

Patrick marched through the house, leading the ten behind him as he came across the well. The rope that he climbed out of still hanging there. He gave it a strong tug, “I’ll go down first.” He muttered as he latched onto the rope, “there is an opening about halfway down, we’ll go from there.”

One by one, they slowly climbed down the rope until they were all huddled together in an awkward silence, “this way.” The light from the loser’s flashlights surrounded Patrick as he lead the way, his lighter lit in front of his face. His eyes were darting around, clearly on edge about being back in the sewers, “you ok?” Patrick shot a glance over to Victor before he gave almost a barely noticeable nod, but no answer.

The sewers opened up, they stepped out of the pipe, their eyes immediately drawn to the mountain of… stuff. All eyes slowly trailed up to see floating kids, “t-the m-missing k-kids.” Bill whispered, his frantic eyes searching for Georgie as Patrick looked for Y/N.

“Y/N!” Patrick’s voice was loud, his tongue swept across his lips as his eyes landed on your body in the air. Your head was leaned back, your hair falling freely, your arms hung loosely at your sides, blood trickled down the side of your face as you stared blankly at the ceiling.

“She’s too high for me to reach her, someone help me get her down!” Patrick turned his rage onto the boys as Victor and Belch moved and helped Patrick up, despite the height they came to, she was still too high. His eyes landed on Richie, knowing he weighed the least, “Tozier, come here.”

Richie stood frozen, eyes wide. Patrick let out a calm huff to tone down his anger and fear, “please help me get her down.”

Richie moved and Ben and Mike helped Richie up, holding him up to Patrick who grabbed him and lifted him to grab Y/N. Slowly, the four boys began to pull Richie, Patrick, and Y/N down with Henry catching Y/N as she fell forward.

“Is… is she breathing?” Patrick had to catch himself from his voice breaking.

Henry laid her down and Mike pressed his head against her chest, “I hear her heartbeat and she’s breathing. It’s faint, but she’s alive.” Patrick’s face strained as he fell to his knees, his hands grasped her face, “Y/N.” His gave her a light shake, “Y/N, you have to wake up.”

A bone chilling laughter echoed off the walls, it sounded like it could have came from anywhere in the room. Heads turned wildly before Beverly’s voice called, “to the right!”

All heads snapped in that direction, It stood a few feet from them, it’s eyes stared at each one in hunger, drool pooled on the concrete below him, “ah, the one that slipped away.” It’s voice growled at Patrick, who stood up defensively in front of Y/N’s body, blocking it from its view, “well, you aren’t as dumb as you seemed.” It hummed as a twisted grin rose on its face, “the loser’s and the asshole’s: what a crowd, what a meal.”

Bill caught it off guard, slamming a metal rod against the back of its head. All ten kids piled on it as that time and began their merciless beating.

“It’s not real.” Bill’s words echoed throughout and a smirk rose to Patrick’s lips, he jumped forward and tackled the clown, sending him down to the floor and he repeatedly punched the clown in the face. With a harsh shove, Patrick flew off of him and landed near Y/N, her eyes still stared blankly at the ceiling, “what the hell did Hockstetter do to it?” His head turned back to the group huddled around the frantic and panicked clown, who stared horrified at Patrick, “I don’t believe he’s real. That’s how I got away the first time.”

“What the fuck?” It was a quiet whisper, almost unheard. Simply not believing in It is all it took?

“Solipsism,” Henry’s voice was rough as he stood threateningly behind the clown so he could not escape, “he doesn’t believe anything is real… other than himself.”

Patrick gave a shrug as the losers looked at him with wide eyes, “I knew he was crazy.” Richie whispered quietly.

“You took my girl.” Patrick stood up and walked in front of the clown, “real or not, I’m going to kill you.” Patrick took his foot and kicked it into It’s face, smashing it between Patrick’s foot and the edge of the well. He repeatedly brought his foot down on him before Henry pulled him off, “Ok… It’s dead man.”

Patrick pushed his black hair out of his face and wiped his face with the back of his hand, all anger he had left disappeared when he faced Y/N once more, still unconscious. Eddie was next to her, shaking her. To Patrick, it felt like the world stopped when Eddie began doing chest compressions, “She’s not breathing! Patrick, come here!”

Patrick walked forward and fell to his knees, “what do I do?” His eyes began to water as he looked down at Y/N, “tilt her head back to open her airway, when I tell you to, pinch her nose and blow two breaths into her mouth…. now.”

Patrick did as instructed, his lips met hers and he blew two deep breaths into her, “C’mon, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Now.”

Patrick repeated his steps as he did before, this time after the two breadths, he placed a kiss on her lips, “Please, Y/N.” Tears began to run down his face as Patrick cried for the first time since he was a baby. The ones that were standing around, observing, looked away. Ben and Beverly had tears in their eyes.

“I got a pulse!” Mike called, Patrick did not even realize he moved over to them. Patrick wiped away a tear that fell on your cheek with his thumb, “Y/N, wake up.”

With a raspy cough, Y/N’s eyes returned back to their bright iris instead of the dull white, her eyes met Patrick’s wet ones, “Pat-“ his arms pulled her up to his chest and held her close, “you… you were… Patrick, you were missing, what the hell?!”

You pulled back and took in his bruised and scratched face, his nose was broken but reset, his lip split open. His hands came to your face, her eyes swelled with tears, “This is real, right?” You ask through a sob as you took in your surroundings, the ‘losers’ and Patrick’s friend’s stood around you. The first genuine laugh you had ever received from Patrick broke through his throat as he held you close, “I’m normally the one who asks that.” You note that whatever happened to him since you both went missing possibly changed him, he was showing emotions.

“You’re safe.” He whispered into your hair as he held you close, your eyes sending a grateful look to the others behind you. Patrick was safe and you were safe, to him, that was all that mattered.

#MyParentsAreLosers - Batmom x Batfam

I couldn’t bring myself to write a “depressed Batmom” story today, and I really wanna write it well and all so…here’s a silly thing for you, to “wait” for an actual story. Warning : it’s stupid and not greatly written, probably a bit of a mess (I wrote that in three days, with 5 minutes available each day to do it so yeah…messy) This was requested (anonymously), a story about the Batboys introducing Batmom and Bruce to Instagram and Snapchat, but I can’t find the original message anymore so…Here, if you read this anon’, I hope you’ll like it :-) (I hope all of you guys will like it) :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It’s Alfred who discovered it. 

He read it in the Gotham Daily (neither you nor Bruce ever had time to read any newspapers, besides, both of you were getting a bit tired about the fact that almost every “news” was about you and him…). 

As he was reading the article, for the first time in years, Alfred let it go. Thanks God he was alone in the house that day, as he bursted out in a loud and ridiculous laughter ! 

It made him laugh for hours, in fact (Damian and Tim coming home from school ruining his fun), and oh he had to tell you guys but…his majordome ways kept him from plainly coming to you and outright telling you. 

At first, he tried to leave the actual article in places you could see it. 

On the kitchen counter, for example, while you took your breakfast…But you never paid attention to anything before your third cup of coffee, even if it was right there in front of you, and by then Bruce would have joined you and you and him would be too focused on each other to realize that this damn article was on the kitchen counter !! AND OH MY GOD COULD YOU STOP KISSING AND LOOK AT THIS DAMN PIECE OF PAPER RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ?! But it was too late, your kids were coming in and your focus would slightly shift from Bruce to them, the article would fall into the Oblivion as you just completely ignored it while doing your traditional conversation with your family. It was an old routine Alfred knew by heart. 

He tried to put it in the bathroom, and found it soaked and teared…It was something, really, how you and Bruce could be so observant sometimes, and yet so blind some others. 

He also tried the bed, laying it on your pillow where he’d be sure you’d find it…But the day he did that, Bruce came home early from patrol and you rushed upstairs rather fast and…Alfred found the sticky and…oh he’d rather not think about it, and just imagined that you guys were very sweaty when sleeping and…Let’s just never mention that episode ever again. 

He put it on the computer in the Batcave, and found it, days later, under Bruce’s seat. How did it got there ? He had no idea, but what was sure is that the greatest detective in the World, the Goddamn Batman, didn’t notice that stupid piece of paper RIGHT ON HIS KEYBOARD ! 

His last resort was the library, where you spend most of your free times when the boys and Bruce weren’t around…He placarded it everywhere, putting it in every single books you were most likely to read that day and…What did you do ? Enter the damn library reading something already, so of course you didn’t pay attention to any of the articles, and you even used a few articles as bookmarks…Oh dear…

Alfred decided that it was time to stop trying to be subtle (though he could admit that his poor attempts at making you read this particular newspaper articles weren’t really “subtle”). 

He gave up one morning, after three weeks of trying to make you guys read that damn article, and just shoved it in your face, right in front of the cup of coffee you were about to drink, so that you just HAD to read it. 

“The children of the Wayne households post a series of pictures of their parents, and it goes viral” was the title of it.

What ?

It was early in the morning, and it took you a while before starting to understand what was happening. 

To understand that your sons apparently kept posting pictures on the internet, of you and Bruce, with the caption (or “hashtag” as they called it) : #MyParentsAreLoosers, followed by the sentence “But I still love them”. 

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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

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Some nb Mic shopping sketches (the day after the comic) I imagine Mic plays it safe to begin with, it’d probably take him a while to find his style in feminine clothes (and maybe a little more confidence building, before he waps out the dresses and heels) (I use he/him both for canon convenience and because I imagine pronouns don’t matter as much to him as being able to express himself visually how he likes, but obviously tag with what you want!)

I know it doesn’t relate to all the asks, but I’ve gotten so many I’m lumping them together :P. Thank you to everyone who left such heartwarming tags and comments, too! I can’t reply to them all, but I read them all (twice-) and I’m so happy this stuff is so accepted and well received tbh <3


@nothingwrongwiththerain Thank you so much! Honestly you picked up on my two favourite things to draw, haha!

Anon- Bless you!!! You’re super sweet and you’re gonna do great- you’ll settle and find something that works for you, and if that changes later on, that’s fine! Nobody has to choose for life, its fluid and you’re allowed to experiment!

Anon- That’s such a high compliment dude, I’m so so happy my sketches have such a positive effect :’), you keep on keeping on <3333!

Anon- I don’t often see Aizawa as blushy but damn I bet he’d be as red as a beetroot if Hizashi did that <3

@magnetichollowed THANK YOU I’m glad you like them (same tbh I’m drawing all these hc’s so much because they make me doki doki) And also YES I’m gonna make everyone ship erasermic >:) (I ship everything tbh, I’ve already been sucked into multiship hell)

@firebluevixen *tries not to cry* *cries a lot* THATS SWEET AS HECK THANK YOU, MY GOD <33333

Anon- Thank you bab, I hope you have a nice day <3!

@ovary-explosion Oooh, that one took a while (maybe a week of working fairly consistently on it) because I actually made a 3D model of the city to help with perspective. But normally a painting with a full detailed background takes between 5-20 hours, that’s a really wide range, but it depends how comfortable I am with the subject matter! My commissions with characters and simple backgrounds probably take about 5-10!

Anon- I use Photoshop cs6, and an intuos pen (though I used a bamboo for a long time- and its pretty much the same bog standard tablet, its tiny *weeps*) And there’s a post about my brushes here

tags for blacklisting ask posts- mal talks
tags for blacklisting sketch posts- mal sketches

TAZ Nanowrimo: 11/07

Taako loves his magic boy very much. Angus can never, ever know this.

Except, that is, when he needs to hear it. 


General rule of thumb: Taako despises crowds. Fuckin’ hates ‘em. They’re good and dandy when he’s lifted above, spotlight trained on his face and all eyes pinned to his, soaking up every flirtatious wink and every uproarious joke. But being in the middle of them and pressed against all these people shuffling to get on the train, stuffed tight with hundreds of bodies like blades of grass curled and crinkled together in a fist - ugh. No. Hard pass from Taako. Every accidental nudge from passerby and cheerful whoops, excuse me! makes him want to curl into his own jacket and fuckin’ expire. 

The smoke thick and heavy in the air doesn’t help either. Taako’s got one end of his shawl pinned around his mouth, sweeping from his shoulder up to where he’s pinned the delicate fabric against his ear with the feather earring Kravitz gave him. The shawl doesn’t filter much of the smoke, but by Istus it’s something, and Taako will take whatever he can get.

A few years after the Day of Story and Song, Merle doesn’t bother affecting disinterest - he’s failed enough wisdom saves under the influence of his own Zone of Truth that pretending to dislike Angus is an endeavor doomed to fail from the start. He doesn’t ruffle Angus’s hair, because splinters, but he does give the boy a hearty pat on the shoulder and a piece of fatherly advice that makes Angus’s face contort into a truly spectacular combination of hilarity and revulsion.

Behind them, Magnus hefts the last of Angus’s luggage onto the train. It’s an easy task for the hulk of a man, since Angus doesn’t take much on trips. (A bad habit left over from childhood, Taako guesses, though Angus is taking more with him to school now than the stuff he took with him to the Bureau. Which doesn’t say much, ‘cause Ango arrived on the moon with, like, a couple pairs of clothes, an iron, some books, a spare pair of lenses. Now he’s got an entire suitcase stuffed with trinkets and good-luck gifts and three folders full of letters from his family that’s he’s carefully preserved over the years, and gods damn it, Taako is proud of him.)

Taako watches in vague amusement as Magnus unzips Angus’s bags surreptitiously, shuffling Angus off toward Taako while Merle slips yet another bag of sweets into his luggage for Angus to find later. Gods, he loves these idiots, he really does, but they’re dumb as a bag of fuckin’ rocks. Who do they think they’re fooling - the world’s greatest detective? Who’s he supposed to suspect is dropping scones in his bag, the fuckin’ Candlenights bunny?

“Well, this is about it, sir,” says Angus. One of the other kids’ bags falls and takes Merle down with a sound whack. Merle curses it out as Magnus replaces it hastily, looking fervently around himself. 

“Sure is, D’jango,” Taako says without straightening from his post lounging against a nearby column, because his wisdom modifier is enough at level fuckin’ sixteen that he can save against Zones of Truth, thanks very much. “You excited?”

“Very much so!” Angus says. He adjusts his spectacles a little nervously.

Magnus and Merle have scooted away from the luggage compartment, which is now more or less in shambles.  Merle’s patting Magnus’s shoulder as he wipes a tear from his scarred face. Overly sentimental shithouse.

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So I saw a certain photoset of Genrations Arcee doing some heavy lifting, and I was skeptical as to it being done without external support. So I cracked out my Arcee, to see if she could do it

I started small, to see if she was even sturdy enough to hold any other bot. She was

Next size class up, and still no problems

A bot more than twice her size, and barely breaking a sweat

It took a while to find the right position, but she managed to god damn hold Ultra Magnus, who I can assure you is not a lightweight

But now I wanted to take it one step further than the original. I wanted to try for a combiner. Annoyingly all the smaller combiners were so awkwardly shaped and weighted she couldn’t even get a grip. However the biggest one, while way to big to hold by the middle, was a success

So yeah I now love this toy even more, and we’re getting married.

Road Trip - Final

Genre; S m u t af

Length; 2,700+ words 

Kink(s); exhibitionism, oral (giving), teasing/sexual torture, Daddy kink, etc.

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Originally posted by milky-melon

Jimin’s hand tightened around your throat, clearly not appreciating your shy silence. 
“Answer me, darling..” He purred, those pillowy lips of his ghosting over your cheek and jaw just as he licked a broad strip up the side of your face. “You don’t wanna make me angry, do you?” 

A soft chuckle escaped Yoongi as he scanned your flushed face, his large hand began grazing your inner thigh as he harshly gripped onto you. 
“I suggest you answer kitten-” He playfully warned, a toothy grin painting across his face as he glanced over at his dongsaeng; noticing his darkening gaze as he looked over you, “I may be a bit unforgiving when it comes to punishments, but Jiminnie can be the scariest.” 

You watched as Jimin’s pursed lips curled up in a twisted little grin. “I’ll ask you one more time, and only one more time, y/n..” He stated with a stern undertone, tilting his slightly as he licked his lips. “Are you ready for us, babygirl?” 

“Mhmm..” You whimpered as you softly nodded in reply. 
Yoongi shook his head, clicking his tongue in slight disappointment at your lack of words;

-tsk tsk tsk

“Oh sweetheart..” He mockingly began, his hand reaching the spot you needed to be touched the most. His fingers gently traced your clothed slit- sending chills running down your spine while his piercing gaze locked with yours.
“You should know better than that.” Yoongi lowly snarled, hungrily licking his lips. “Use your words, you wouldn’t want to be punished now would you?”

Frantically you shook your head in response, the sheer look in his eyes and Jimin’s predatory aura beside you was enough to deter you from wanting to upset them at all. 
“No- No, Sir..” You mousily replied, biting your lower lip as their eager hands began running up and down your body. 

“Okay then-” Jimin sweetly purred, pressing those pillowy lips of his against your cheek as he whispered, “I want to hear how ready you are for us, darling. I want to hear the desperation in your voice.” 

Just as he finished speaking his fingers hooked under the hem of your sweater, pulling it up and off you in one swift movement- exposing the soft grey bralette that covered your supple breasts as Yoongi’s skilled fingers tenderly teased your needy core; running his digits over the front seam of your leggings. 

Soft, wanting little whines flowed out of you as the flame in your core gradually began to consume your entire being, “Please- Please don’t tease me..” You whimpered as he playfully tugged on your waistband for a second before yanking the material right off you- tossing it off to the side. 

Both men softly groaned at the sight of your cute panties perfecting hugging your curves, “Why shouldn’t we y/n?” Yoongi mockingly replied, his hands returning your heat; lightly rubbing your clothed clit in circular motions. 
The feeling of him touching your sensitive pearl sent bolts of electricity practically shooting throughout your entire body; your previous soft whimpers gradually became louder and louder as he refused to let up on you. 

“Yah-” Jimin called out to you, pinching and gently twisting your pert nipples as he nipped at the base of your neck; drawing out one of your loud, sweet whimpers. He began palming at his hardened member, the sound of your lewd noises overwhelmed him. “You know what.. look’s like I’ll have to keep that pretty mouth of your’s busy, huh?” 

With little warning, both men easily had you on all fours.
Jimin’s hand was in your hair, tenderly massaging your scalp as he held a tight grip on your hair while undoing his jeans just enough for his thich member to spring free. Grabbing it at the base, he licked his lips; “Suck me off babygirl.” He seductively purred, hissing slightly as you delicately wrapped one of your hands around his shaft. “God.. Show me what that pretty mouth of your’s can do.” 

You gently began stroking his length, biting your lower lip as you attempting to muffle your moans while Yoongi had his own fun exploring your needy flower. “Ye- Yes, Daddy..” You sweetly replied as you slowly took him into your mouth; wrapping your plump reddened lips around his swollen tip.

As you hollowed your mouth around him ever so slightly, Jimin let out an airy groan followed by a soft chuckle, “Daddy? Hmm, I like the sound of that babygirl..” He purred just as he turned to look over at his occupied friend, “Hyung.. having fun there?” 

Yoongi peered up at the younger man with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, “Shut up..” He retorted as he hooked his fingers around your panties, pulling them down to your knees. “Fuck..” He audibly groaned as his eyes laid on your sopping flower. 
With two fingers, he gently separated your lips, “God you look so tight babygirl..” He purred just as he took the liberty to slide one of his long digits inside you. 

You needily moaned around Jimin, lowering your mouth further on him as you head bobbed up and down. 
“Fuck..” Jimin cooed as he reached down to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples as you swallowed around his member. “You’re mouth feels fucking amazing babygirl.” 

Hearing his sweet praise only encouraged you to continue. With the hand that was gently wrapped around the base of his cock, your mouth stayed nicely wrapped around his head as you began stroking his length while circling the tip with your tongue. 
“God damn it..” He cursed, laying his head back against the leather car seat as he tightened his grip in your hair. 

As you slowly took his deeper into your mouth and into your throat, Yoongi quickened the pace of his finger. Your face contorted; brows furrowing as desperation clouded your eyes, “Mhmm…” You cried around, your voice muffled by Jimin’s cock. 
Suddenly Yoongi slipped another finger inside you with ease, curling them to perfectly hit your spot- practically making your body melt right then and there. 

“Mhmm, fuck..” He hummed as he palmed at his member through his jeans, chewing on his lower lip. “You’re so fucking tight babygirl. You’re gonna feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” 
A loud, animalistic groan flowed out of him as your walls tightened around his fingers- and he could only imagine how fucking fantastic he’d feel having his cock buried inside you. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you babygirl?” 

Hearing his Hyung’s lewd question, Jimin roughly lifted your mouth of him- allowing you to reply to his friend. 
Soft, airy coughs escaped your mouth as air rushed down your throat and a mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin. Frantically you nodded in response, “Ye- Yes Daddy… Fuck me please.” You needily whimpered. 

While listening to your nearly wrecked voice Yoongi undid his pants, rapidly yanking them down to his mid-thighs; allowing his lengthy member to freely stand, fully erect. 
He continued to finger fuck you as he used his free hand to stroke his own cock, “Beg for it, babygirl. Beg for Daddy’s cock.” He sternly replied, his piercing gaze burning into your back as he stared down at you. 

The feeling of his long digits fucking you seemed to drive your arousal into overdrive, “Fuc- fuck… “ You whimpered, roughly nipping at your lower lip as you felt your velvet clench around his fingers, “Daddy- Daddy, please fuck me.. I really- really need to feel your cock inside me.” 

Both men had smug grins plastered on their faces as they heard the sheer desperation that spilt from your words, “Yah, Hyung..” Jimin sweetly cooed, airily groaning as your hand continued to pump his cock, “Give the poor girl what she.. needs.” He teasingly giggled, moaning once more as you kitten licked the tip of his member. 

“I bet her pretty little pussy-” Yoongi growled as he retracted his fingers from you, positioning himself so his member perfectly lined up with your cunt. “-feels fucking amazing..” He purred just as he pressed his swollen head against your wanting entrance. 

As your soft gasps filled the car, Jimin just shook his head- clicking his tongue in disappointment a bit before practically shoving himself back into your mouth. “Didn’t we tell you, you needed to be quiet, kitten?” He lowly snarled as he held your head in place, his hips roughly bucking into your mouth; hitting the back of your throat with every powerful throat, causing you to gag slightly. 

While you were being ruthlessly face fucked, Yoongi sunk himself deeper into you, “Fuck..” He groaned through gritted teeth, “Fuck you’re so damn tight..” He purred as he gently eased himself into you all the way to the base of his lengthy member, staying there just for a minute to allow you to adjust to his size. 

Your suppressed whines mixed with the erotic sound of slurps and gags creating a lewd symphony as both men continued having their way with you. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes as you found it harder and harder to breathe with Jimin’s member relentlessly fucking your throat.
“Mhmm.~” You whimpered as Yoongi began drilling into you at an overwhelming pace. 

“God damn..” Both men purred in unison as they became completely enraptured by how amazing you felt. 
Jimin stared down at you, carefully watching as you tried your best to breathe while he thrust his cock down your throat; holding you there, “Sh, it’s okay, breathe through your nose babygirl..” He cooed, as his eyes practically rolled back and shaky groans pour from him. 

As he held you there for only a second more, he quickly pulled you off him causing to you gasp in shock as air once again burned your lungs. Your desperate gasps quickly turned into needy moans as Yoongi relentlessly fucked you. 
The moment you opened your mouth to moan out his name, Jimin pushed your head back down onto him; groaning loudly as the warmth of your mouth had him close to his high. 

“You can’t cum yet, Jiminnie..” Yoongi warned, seeming to read the younger man’s mind. “We need to make our little y/n cum first.” He playfully purred, letting out a soft animalistic growl as your walls began tightening around his member. 
“Fuck- it seems as if she’s ready to cum too…” He added as he held a bruising grip on your hips, pressing his fingertips so deep into them that you know you’d have the bruises their tomorrow. “Do you babygirl? Do you wanna cum?” 

Truthfully, you’d been so focused on trying to breathe that you didn’t notice your climax rapidly creeping up on you until now. You let out a loud, muffled cry as you frantically nodded your head to the best of your abilities; your core began feeling as if it were ready to just burst as Yoongi continued to perfectly hit your most sensitive spot. 
Your sopping walls clenched around him while he continued fucking you with long, brutal thrusts. “Holy shit..” He airily snarled as he felt your need to cum, “You know what-” He purred, “I was going to make you wait, but you’ve been such a fucking good girl. So cum. Cum all over my cock babygirl.” 

You didn’t even need to be told again, your body immediately tensed as your orgasm wracked through you causing your entire body to tremble from the intensity. 
Jimin whined at the sight as he was coming closer and closer to his own high with each passing moment, “Hyu- Hyung..” He whimper, looking over at his older with heavy-lidded eyes; his cheeks flushing a soft rosy hue. His hand tightly gripped your hair, as he quickened his pace in your mouth- letting out needy moans every time his cock entered your throat. “Sh.. Shit..” 

“Hmm?” Yoongi groaned in response, as he hungrily stared down at you; losing himself in the feeling of your cunt basically trying to milk him of his cum. “Cum Jiminnie, I wanna see you cum all over that pretty fucking face of hers.” He growled as he began brutishly pounding into your hypersensitive cunt. 

The tears that had previously gathered, broke free as your body continued to shake from the sheer oversensitivity they drove you into. Youloudly whimpered as Jimin drilled down your throat, not caring for anything else but reaching his own climax. 
“God. Fucking. Damn. It.” He growled, thrusting into your throat repeatedly just as his own orgasm washed over him. Strings of his warm cum coated your throat just as he pulled out, “Fuck..” He airily moaned as he painted your face with his spunk, then slowly released the grip he had in your hair.  

Immediately you coughed as you attempted to steady your irratic breathing, “D- Daddy.~” You mewled, your face contorting as Yoongi leaned over to you, replacing Jimin’s hand; grabbing a fistful of your messy hair. 
He pulled you up to him, wrapping his forearm around your throat as he fucked you, “You look so gorgeous with JIminnie’s cum all over your face, kitten.” He whispered, nipping at the nape of your neck. 

You peered over to Jimin, watching as he tucking himself back into his bottoms then began enjoying the view your new position had given him. Getting on his knees, the younger man rose up to you; groping your supple breasts as he pressed his plush lips against yours to quiet you down. 

With gritted teeth, Yoongi hissed the instant he felt his cock twitch inside of you, “Fuck, come here..” He sweetly cooed, pulling you away from Jimin- laying your head back against his shoulder just before pressing his lips against yours. He then reached over to Jimin, roughly pulling him over to the two of you by his collar. 
The three you of you ended up becoming completely enveloped in the passionate, three-way kiss as Yoongi continued to chase his own need to cum. 

Jimin pulled away slightly, letting out soft gasps, as he saw the need written all over his Hyungs face. “Hyung, you really wanna cum don’t you..” He teasingly chuckled, as Yoongi broke his kiss with you. 
“I bet y/n really wants to feel you cum deep inside her, don’t you princess?” His hand cupped your jaw, “Tell Daddy how badly you want him to cum inside you..” 

In between your constant moans, you managed to reply somehow, “Cum- Cum for me Daddy..” You whimpered as your sore cunt continued to be pounded into, “Cum deep inside me, it’ll feel so- so fucking good..” 

“It- Its fucking would, wouldn’t it?” Yoongi growled, quickening his pace inside you once more. “I’m gonna-” He began, groaning as his thrusts suddenly became sloppy, “Im gonna fucking fill you with my cum babygirl. Daddy’s gonna cum deep inside your pretty little pussy..” 
Not even a couple minutes after, his thrusts slowed as his orgasm took over. His cock stayed buried inside you as he came, shooting his load deep inside your cunt; painting your walls with the warm liquid. 

Slowly, he pulled out of you, “Fuck..” He airily stated, sinking back down onto the leather seat; bringing you down with him. 
Jimin sat back down in his spot, gently laying your trembling legs over his lips as your head rested on Yoongi’s chest. 

They both gently caressed you, “You okay, babygirl?” Yoongi sweetly asked as he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans. “We didn’t hurt you did we?” 

Lazily you shook your head in response, “No- No I’m okay.” You giggled, “I really need to clean up though..” 

“Yeah-” Jimin replied, flashing that adorably bright smile towards you, “I really came a lot, didn’t I? I’m sorry, princess.” He cooed, interlocking his hand with yours. 

Before you could even say another word, Hoseok suddenly rose from his seat- tossing a spare shirt he hand towards you. “Don’t get cum on the seat.” He simply stated, a smug grin painted across his face as he looked over your jaded body, “Oh by the way, y’all aren’t as quiet as you think you are.” 

Namjoon stared back at y’all through the rear view mirror, laughing softly as he shook his head. “You know y/n…” He began as he tried holding back his pompous grin, “If Yoongi-hyung and our little JIminnie didn’t tire you out, you should come let me and Hobi-hyung play with you too.” 

Hoseok lightly smacked Namjoon’s shoulder, “That’s a good idea-” He added, his attention turning back to you, “How about it, princess?” He purred, licking his lips as his eyes scanned over your curves, “Be a good little girl and let us play with you too.~” 

Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink

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“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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Dance With Me? [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Can I get a request where the reader is at a prom dance and her friends ignore her so she ditches them and ends up on the rooftop and she’s able to meet Red Robin? Thanks!”

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1325

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Laughter echoed through the room, blending in with the beautiful music that resonated through the space. Students were dressed in their finest gowns and suits, each of them laughing and dancing joyfully with one another, creating a fun, enjoyable atmosphere. However, there was at least one who weren’t enjoying the night; you.

In truth, you didn’t even ask to be at the school prom. Everyone made a big deal out of it and claimed it would be ‘the most amazing night of our lives’, but you found the whole thing ridiculous. You had never been a fan of school dances or parties. You found them claustrophobic and it made you feel like you were forced to socialize. Dressing for the overrated events was a complete hassle that you would rather avoid. You only attended the parties and events for your friends, which was precisely why you were at prom despite rather enjoying a night in watching a marathon of Doctor Who.

You didn’t know what to expect, but one thing you did expect happened almost instantly; your friends abandoning you for their dates. You, being the supportive friend you were, let them go, but you knew this would happen. It always did, so much so that you didn’t know why you were accepting their invitations to these parties when you knew that you were going to be ditched… again. You stood there by the door, sipping your drink as you watch your classmates have an evening opposite to yours.

After an hour, you decided to get some air. With a disappointed sigh, you slipped into the school hall and climbed the stairs to the roof.

You shivered at the cold draft that kissed your skin but you continued towards the edge of the building. The railing felt cold against your warm body when you leaned against it but the cold was never something you particularly minded. You found it strangely calming, as if it acted as a comfort for your loneliness.

Up on top of the school roof, isolated and alone in the darkness, it was peaceful. The music was muffled by the silence of the night, only broken by the crickets and gentle howls of the wind. The moon cast its silver light onto the earth with the stars accompanying it. You adored this peace, you wanted it to envelop you whole. It was a great change from the suffocating atmosphere in the hall.

“Ma'am?” The male voice you heard startled you. You spun around and gasped inaudibly when you were met with the one and only Red Robin, a well-known vigilante in the city you lived in. He approached you cautiously, radiating a questioning expression as he asked, “what are you doing here alone?”

“Enjoying the night.” you answered quietly. The vigilante’s confusion seemed to have doubled.

“On your prom night?” he inquired, slight amusement laced in his voice. Seeing your shocked face, he added, “I saw on the banner in front of your school.”

You chuckled then nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, on my prom night, not like that is anything special,” you shrugged, “it’s merely a dance. Besides, my friends abandoned me so I don’t have anything to do.”

“Really?” he questioned, “your friends, abandoning you? Why don’t you find someone else?”

“Nobody finds me very interesting,” you answered in a slightly bitter yet melancholy tone, “I’m just… the background character, an extra on the set.”

Red Robin shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Surely someone has asked you for a dance?” This caused you to laugh as you shook your head. “No.” he gasped, “really?”

“Yes, really.” you giggled, albeit sadly, “I’m that girl, you know?”

The vigilante stared at you for a long while before a smile spread across his face. “Well then,” he took a step towards you, bowed slightly and extended his hand, “would you care for a dance with me?”

You looked at him in surprise, wondering how a hero like him could be taking his time and paying attention to you. You stared at his hand, but then shook your head. “I don’t need your pity.” you murmured, thinking that he was only showing such kindness because he felt sorry that you were alone. You hated to admit it, but that dealt a blow to your pride, making you bitter.

“What? No, that’s not it.” he exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. “You look… very beautiful tonight. Everyone in your school must be a fool to not want a dance with you. That’s why… I’m asking you…” As a blush began to appear on his face, you realized his genuine words and so you took his hand.

“O-Okay then.” you muttered, flustered by his compliment. He brought you close and held your hand tightly, swaying you to the rhythm of the faint music that could be heard. For a long while, there was nothing but absolute silence once more, but in your head there were a million thoughts.

“You do look beautiful tonight.” he whispered into your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. You swallowed hard.

“Thank you.” you glanced down at your outfit–a black evening gown with specks of white decorating it, matching the night sky above. Although you would rather die than admit it, you spent more time that usual choosing your outfit and preparing for this dance. You never thought you’d catch the eye of the city’s hero.

You and him danced for a few more minutes. No words were exchanged, there was just longing gazes and loving smiles. You didn’t know what it meant to him, but to you it felt intimate, special, as if you and him were the only people that existed at that moment of time. When the dance finally ended, you gathered all your courage and leaned up to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Seeing his reddened face, you couldn’t help but giggle. You stated in a light voice full of emotions, “thank you, this means… a lot to me.”

“It’s my honor, ma'am.” Red Robin responded, giving you another smile and this time, your heart skipped a beat.

“My name is [F/N]. Don’t call me ma'am, it makes me sound old.” you informed, drawing a laugh out of him.

“[F/N] it is then.” he said, “well, duty calls [F/N], but I hope I’ll see you agian.” With that, he jumped off the roof, leaving a permanent smile on your lips.


Your life fell back into its dull and monochromatic routine after that night, though it did little to surprise you. Who were you to think you were special in some way? Of course Red Robin was a gentleman, but there were others out there who were much more superior, you had no chance with them.

But damn that vigilante for stealing your heart anyway.

After you shoved your books into your locker, you strode down the hallway, deep in thought. As you turned the corner, you walked straight into a tall body, causing you to fall backwards.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

You glanced up to meet a pair of worried periwinkle eyes. A hand was extended out to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you took it. You were pulled back up while the student you walked into picked your books up, handing them back to you. Your first thought was that he was very handsome, but you shook that thought away quickly. Now was not the time for silly crushes.

As you took your books, you said, “it’s my fault for not looking where I was going. I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, no I was… not being very cautious.” he claimed, scratching the back of his neck. “Let me walk you to your class at least, please?” You found it difficult to refuse that face of his, so you nodded and allowed him to walk with you.

“I’m [F/N],” you introduced, “what’s your name?”

“I’m Tim, Tim Drake.”

*Christmas* (Chapter Three)

Welcome back! Its (almost) sunday, so this chapter is Spideypool! 

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(Song– Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime)

“Hey babe.” Peter smiled up at Wade, tilting his head back so the mercenary could kiss him over the back of the couch. “I was wondering when you would come over.”

“Sorry I had to stop and run an errand–” Wade narrowed his eyes. “What is that? What the hell is that? And what are you listening too? Pete, what the fuck is happening in your apartment right now?”

“What do you mean what is it, it’s my Christmas tree!” Peter glared at him. “What’s wrong with it? And this is Paul McCartney Christmas music. It’s a classic song. How do you not recognize it?”

“What’s wrong with it? It’s like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.” Wade flicked one of the spindly branches. “Petey what the hell. Don’t be so cheap! I’ll give you the fifty bucks, go get a decent tree! And just an FYI just because an old guy sings a song doesn’t make it a classic.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my tree.” Peter maintained, reaching for another christmas ornament. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have a tree. And stop making fun of my music choice. My Aunt May loves this song.”

“Your Aunt May is like, a hundred years old. And I’m not jealous, Pete, I’m honestly horrified because this is the mangiest tree I’ve ever seen in my life.” Wade scoffed when Peter hung a candy cane carefully near the top. “How did you even find this?”

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Imagine Loki surprised by your confession:

 

“Wait. What do you mean you don’t love Thor? You two seem happy when you are together, these jokes, this intimacy…” “For God of mischief it took suspiciously long time to understand the context,” sighed you dramatically. “So you don’t love him. Then who is your love? Who hooked you so much that you are willing to spend hours to talk about him?” he certainly entertained it while you were confused not know is it time to confess. “Damn it” muttered you to yourself and suddenly blurted out “It is you. I love you. Now are you pleased?” “More than you can imagine, my angel” he smiled to you and shorten the distance between you. His hands wrapped around your waist and he lean in to kiss you. “You are meaning of my life, darling. You are my life. I love you”.

Sugar Daddy

Sugar Daddy Jimin

Genre:Smut, Sugar Daddy kink

Member: Jimin x Reader

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Plot: When Jimin doesn't turn up to yet another date, you arent to happy to say the least. So your sugar daddy decides to punish you for being such a brat.


You slammed the large oak door to your shared grand home, your louboutins clicking on the marble floors, echoing through the foyer, your arms weighed down with shopping bags full of designer brands. You were furious despite trying to shake off your anger with some retail therapy. As the door sounded shut, one of the house hold staff came running out to greet you.

“Ah Y/N, do you need help carrying them bags?” He asked.

You loudly sighed.

  “Yes please Bernard, the bedroom will do” trying your best to smile but your anger ate away at the facade.

Bernard came closer to take the bags off you.

“Where is he?” You hissed, no longer able to keep it in, you were going to scream.

“The office” Bernard mumbled while carrying your bags to the master bedroom.

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Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 4

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited GuestsChapter 3: Confrontation

Chapter 4: Who Would’ve Thought? 

Word count: 4825 (omg I know it’s the longest one yet)

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: Yooooo the response on chapter 3 was crazy! I didn’t expect it at all. I’m sorry for giving you all heart attacks and thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting these series! Seriously ;) Also keep in mind English is not my first language therefore there might me some spelling/grammar mistakes


“Y/n?”

“Y/n open your eyes; can you hear me?”

“Y/n wake up”

“Y/n come on love, don’t do this to me right now!”

You can’t respond. You heard his voice though. It was him. You were sure of it.

Where were you? What happened? Why can’t you open your damn eyes?

“Y/n!”

“Stop yelling her name, it obviously won’t wake her up.” A female voice this time.

Whose voice was it?

“What the fuck happened?” he asked, he was worried. He sounded anxious.

“I don’t know. I was sleeping and a loud ass thud woke me up and when I got up to look she was just laying there on the bathroom floor.” The female voice answered.

Bathroom floor? The bathroom?

The bathroom!

Yura!? Yura was in his bed! She was there!

In a shocked and panicked state your body jolted forward. You widely open your eyes and start to hyperventilate. What the fuck is happening? You’ve never had this before. You desperately look at your surroundings; you were on his couch. In his living room.

Unable to calm down you feel two firm hands on your shoulders. It’s Christian.

“Y/N shhhh it’s okay! It’s okay! It’s me, it’s me!” Christian said grabbing your face trying to get you to keep looking at him. But all you could look at was her.

The panic in your body shifted to anger. Giving Christian a venomous look.

“What the fuck is she doing here Ian?” you nearly yell at him swatting his hands off of you. Your heart was raising like crazy and all the emotions you felt before you collapsed came rushing back, making your blood boil even more.

“Babe calm down. Please” He begs putting his hands in front of him, showing you he won’t touch you anymore. “We don’t know how much you’ve hurt yourself yet. If you don’t calm down, it’ll get worse” he says cautiously looking at you.

You fainted or blacked out. Guessing the lack of sleep and malnutrition mixed with shock had gotten the best of you.

“He’s right, you must’ve hit your head pretty hard on the tile floor when you fainted.” She says cocking her head sideways while crossing her arms.

You look at her again and jump up, ready to rip her extensions out of her head when you suddenly feel light headed again.

Christian immediately jumped up when you did, and when he noticed your legs were giving out on you he caught you. Making you sit down again while he knelt in front of you.

Yura took a step back with, startled at your actions.

“You need to see a doctor” he says putting one hand on your thigh and another one on your waist

“No, you need to tell me why she was sleeping in your god damn bed” you say angrily and look down at his hand, smacking it away again. “And don’t fucking touch me Christian!” you yell at him this time.

He sighed. “I was going to tell you when you had fully calmed down and had some food, I swear.”

You only look at him, the both of you completely ignoring Yura’s existence.

Eventually Christian turned around, looking at her. “Could you leave us alone for a minute?”

Your eyes don’t leave him. You refuse to look at her. Knowing it would just make you more and more angry.

“Sure.” Her voice sounded sad for some reason. He waited until she was out of the room and diverted his attention back to you.

He looked at you, still knelt down in front of you. Not knowing how to start.

You looked straight into his eyes and crossed your arms. “I don’t think you quite understand how much it takes from me not to slap you across the face right now” you eventually say still looking straight at his face.

He sighed getting up and sitting beside you on the couch again.

This time you don’t look at him. The silence made it impossible for you to ignore the pounding pain and pressure on your head. You squint your eyes closed, trying to bare it.

“Y/n are you sure you feel fine?” he asks again just to be sure.

You know it’s childish but you don’t answer him. Not until he explains.

He sighs after realizing you won’t talk to him and he leans back, running his hand through his hair.

“She’s been staying here ever since that night” he finally says.

You slowly turn your head, looking at him, but this time he didn’t look at you.

“She was so drunk when I got back, the YG staffs were nowhere to be found so I just decided to take her home and let her sleep it off but then she told me I couldn’t take her home.”

You just look at him, waiting for him to continue. He finally looks back at you, trying to see if you had calmed down but your jaw was still clenched.

He took a deep breath closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again. Looking to the floor.

“Her parents kicked her out because she kept being a YG trainee a secret from them. When it was all over the news that YG was going to debut her, her father found out. They’re really conservative and don’t want her to be an idol or anything like that. Her dad is a lawyer, so he expected her to become one too. Her mom hasn’t even spoken to her about it.”

You unclench your jaw, relaxing a little bit. Looking at the floor not knowing how to feel anymore.

“Keep explaining” you finally say.

His eyes quickly darted back to yours, surprised you spoke to him, but he looked away again when he continued talking.

“She slept at the company or at a staff members’ house, but the staff member told her that she could only stay for a few weeks and when those weeks passed she just stayed at the company’s training center without anyone noticing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek and sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because you kicked me out, remember?” he says looking back at you. You avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling guilty about the situation.

“I didn’t feel the need to tell you because I figured she’d be gone in a couple of days. You still wouldn’t answer my calls or reply to my text messages so after a while I just stopped trying. Figuring that if you wanted to talk you’d show up yourself and well” he says looking at you. “Here you are.”

Noticing how your body language looked more relaxed he decided to continue explaining.

“YG only provides living arrangements for solo artists when they’re debuted.”

“Does that mean she has to stay here longer? I mean does she really not have anyone else to ask for help?”

He chuckled. “You know, she told me she was so desperate that she was going to ask you on the next dance practice, but I told her there wouldn’t be a next one with you. It was after I dropped her from DPR”

“I still don’t understand why you did that” you say under your breath.

“Because I care about you more than any deal on the planet y/n” he says looking at you.

You brush your fingers through your hair and sigh, leaning your elbow on your thigh to rest your head in your hand for support. As your hand touches your head you feel a bump growing on the side of your head.  You flinch as you touch the painful area, trying to act as natural as possible before he noticed you were in pain, but your movements didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked sitting up, grabbing your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You say yanking your hand out of his hold.

“You should have told me the minute I walked in” you say staring into distance.

“I see that now, yeah.” He says rolling his eyes. “Uhggg how did I get myself into this mess” he groans throwing his head back onto the couch.

You don’t respond to him and play with your fingers in your lap.

“Where do you sleep” you ask, needing to know the answer desperately.

“The couch” he answered calmly. “I’m barely home and neither is she, this is just a place where I sleep and wash up that’s it, I rarely run into her.”

“I still don’t like it Ian” you close your eyes. “Literally out of all the people on the planet it just has to be her.”

He sat up looking at you. “She’s really not as bas as she seems y/n, I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear but the whole façade that everyone seems to think is her personality, is fake. It’s just a defense mechanism so no one can get close enough to hurt her feelings.”

He’s right. You really don’t want to hear about how the girl you dislike, who sleeps in his bed and lives in the same space as him; may not be as bad as she seems.

“How much longer?” you ask.

“She said she’ll be outta here in a week, her sister will return from her overseas trip so she’ll stay with her until debut” he explains

Another week? Even though Christian might not have the intention to win her over anymore it still bothered you to your core. Christian has the annoying habit of being a chick magnet. All it takes is being nice for them to fall in love, and even though Yura has a dating ban, you see the way she looks at him.

Your thoughts hurt your heart. You know he didn’t do much wrong…this time.

You’ve heard enough. Unable to handle more information for now.

“I’m going home” you say slowly getting up.

Christian’s eyes shoot up to you, standing up just as quick.

“You are in no condition to drive. You still haven’t eaten, and I’m a thousand percent sure you have some type of a concussion.” He says standing in front of you.

“I’ll just call a cab then” you say trying to walk passed him, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist again.

“No. I don’t want you to be alone.” He says letting go of you.

“Stay” he simply says giving you a hopeful look, hoping that your tired and unstable self would just agree even though he knew that your stubbornness wouldn’t.

“Not while she’s here Christian.” You say. “I just need space. A shower and my own bed.”

“Then I’ll go with you” he tries again, but you simply shake your head declining his offer.

Christian gave up, knowing you wouldn’t listen to him. He decided to do something he wished he didn’t have to do, asking Dabin for help.

The thought of you being alone worried him more than the thought of Dabin spending the night at your place. He knew Dabin would never leave your side if he heard that you hurt yourself, and he was also the only person he could trust to take care of you right now that you wouldn’t decline.

After Christian told you Dabin was on his way to pick you up, you relax. Feeling comfort thinking of him being here soon.

Waiting for him you finally gave in to your heavy eyelids and pounding head. Falling asleep on Christian’s couch.

                                                   - time jump –

You open your eyes slowly, feeling like you were being moved quickly.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the night sky, looking out the window of a familiar car watching other cars drive by in the opposite direction. You were on the high way, on the way home.

You felt nice and warm due to an unfamiliar leather jacket wrapped around your frame, blinking a few more times before you finally look beside you.

It’s Dabin, focused on the road ahead of him.

You shift in your seat, the noise alerting him as he looks at you. Giving you a warm smile as your eyes meet.

“Hey there” he says not too loud and not too soft.

“Hi” your voice was barely audible but you try to crack a weak smile at him.

“Aigoo” he chuckles. “You look like you’ve been through world war 3” he says looking back at the road again.

“I have” you joke clearing your throat a little.

“We’re going to the doctor first thing in the morning you hear me?” he says a little angry. “How do you not take care of yourself enough to the point where you faint y/n?”

You just nod like a little kid being told off, looking at your expression his face softens, sighing at the sight of you.

“But first you need lots of sleep okay?” he says steering with one hand and softly petting your head with his other.

He accidently touches the bump on your head making you flinch. You smack his arm in response.

“Ouch!” you whine.

“Fuck, Sorry. I forgot.” He says putting both of his hand back on the steering wheel again.

                                                   - time jump –

you enter your apartment. The smell of amber and vanilla welcomes you. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling comfortable to be back home.

Dabin walked closely behind you, watching your every move.

“I’m okaaaay” you sigh, annoyed at his tense behavior.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” he asks putting your handbag down on your kitchen counter.

“I just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“Okay, but eh y/n don’t lock the bathroom door just in case, alright?” he says sitting down on your couch and turning on the TV.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. “I won’t collapse again. I promise”

“You better not” he says following your movements with his eyes.  

After you shower and put on your pajama’s you feel at least a hundred times better.

Dabin convinced you to eat a protein bar you had laying around before you went to sleep, and you had to admit. Even though the sight of it made you want to puke, you did feel better after consuming it.

He made sure your phone was in your charger. He even tidied your place up a bit when you were already sleeping.

He returned to your room, walking towards your bedside table, turning of the little light you always had on to fall asleep.

“Sleep tight y/n” he softly whispers pulling your covers over you.

He walked back to your living room, getting comfortable on your couch, reaching for his phone to text Christian, knowing he would be stressed out of the rest of the night if he didn’t know how you were doing right now.

                                                     - time jump –

Dabin opened the door for Christian. He walked in with bags filled with take out.

Dabin rubbed his hands together taking the food from Christian. “Fooo-ooood” Dabin says overjoyed as he walks towards your kitchen immediately. Christian just chuckled, taking off his shoes.

He walked into your living room, feeling somewhat weird being here again. The last time he was here he didn’t make it past the hallway.

He sighs walking towards Dabin, sitting down on one of the high stools behind your breakfast bar.

“Is she still asleep?” he asks watching Dabin devour the food already.

“Yah-yah-yah! Chew before you swallow” Christian says throwing a napkin at Dabin’s face.

“I’m hangry leave me alone.” Dabin says catching the napkin to wipe his mouth.

Christian leaned back on the stool. “Is she?”

Dabin simply nods as he takes another bite of his burrito.

Christian got up “I’ll go check on her” he says walking towards your bedroom leaving Dabin alone with his food.

He opened the door slightly and put his head through, checking to see if you were still asleep, and you were.

He walked in, slowly closing the door behind him, sitting down on the bed beside you.

He smiled looking at your sleeping state. He sweetly put your hair out of your face and put some strands of hair behind your ear. Taking his hand down further to caress your back.

He suddenly felt your fingers intertwine with his other hand. And he looked down to see you looking at him.

Your sudden act of affection surprised him a little, but he understood. You were sorry for jumping to conclusions, no matter how fucked up the situation at hand is right now.

“Hey” he whispers softly squeezing your hand, lifting it up to kiss the back of your hand.

“Hi” you greet him back staring at him. Your voice was raspy and low from just waking up.

“Can I join?” he asked giving you a little smile.

You nod shyly and scooch over.

He quickly got under the covers with you, you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist. He also wrapped his arm around yours, running his fingers through your hair the way you like it, making sure to avoid the bump on the side of your head.

He kissed your forehead. Closing his eyes. This is the first peaceful moment in forever.

Christian sighs, opening his eyes again after a minute or two.

“How do we get back to where we were?” he asks, mostly to himself but also to you.

You open your eyes hugging him tighter, not wanting to return to reality where your relationship is still too difficult to comprehend.

“Baby steps” you say. “It’ll take time”

“Luckily we have plenty of time.” He says caressing your back again. “I promise I won’t be a fuck up anymore. But you have to promise me that if something happens, you have to give me a chance and let me explain.”

You nod against his chest. Closing your eyes again

                                                    - time jump –

A week has passed.

Today was the day that Yura would move out as promised. Christian and you have been slowly working on your relationship again, taking it day by day. You have talked some things through and you made it clear to him that mending your trust would take time. He has been amazing to you though. Always checking in on you and calling, bringing over food because he knew you’d be too busy to cook. You even started tagging each other in meme’s again. 

You had a mild concussion from your fall, and were able to go back to work after just a few days of bed rest. You ate and slept a lot through these days, trying to get yourself back to optimum health before you got back to work.

Dabin and Christian would take turns to check on you, the first day it was cute, but on the third and last day it started to get annoying how they wouldn’t leave you alone.  It felt like old times though. How you would just laugh and mess around with each other. You smiled to yourself, thinking back to last night when the three of you watched a horror movie together and how Ian and Dabin would jump, scream and hug each other out of fear. Pussy’s. 

You park your car and get out, closing the door. 

You arrived at the YG training center. Taking in a deep breath before you entered.

You decided to give Yura another chance. Feeling bad for her with everything that has been going on in her life. You enter the dance studio and see her sitting down, stretching, just like you always told her to do before practices. She looked at you surprised when you walked in. Standing up immediately.

“Oh…eonnie…What are you doing here?” she asks cautiously.

You place down your bag walking to the sound system to connect your phone to it.

“Sorry I’m late” is all you say.

She immediately got the hint. Her confused and cautious facial expression shifted to a slight smile.

“T-thank you eonnie, I’m really sorry about everything that happened, I never intended to come between the two of you and- “

you stop her from talking anymore. Not wanting to ruin your good mood.

“Let’s put that behind us. We both acted crazy.” You sitting down on the floor with her.

“Christian oppa was the only person willing to help me out. I would have asked you too but we weren’t exactly getting along well…”

“You know, I would have let you stay with me. Not out of pity, but because that would make me a lot more comfortable than knowing you were with him every single night.” You say honestly.

She blinks a few times at your words. “I did like him.” She suddenly says.

You look up at her, surprised at her confession. “You did?”

“The first night” she sighs “The first night I tried to come on to him but he declined me, telling me he was already seeing someone.” She says looking to the floor.

“Wait what?” you say trying to get her to tell you more.

“When Christian oppa told me he was seeing you, I was so sad. I immaturely put his clothes on when I came to the meeting, knowing you’d be there.” She says embarrassed looking to the floor.

You just stare at her. Unable to wrap your head around her words, you just burst out laughing.

She looks at you surprised and awkwardly laughs with you.

“I’m still…really sorry eonnie” she says.

“It’s okay. I know how easy it is to fall for him” you say stretching your legs. “Let’s begin okay?”

                                                   - time jump –

You drank some water and sat down on a bench looking at Yura lay on the floor spreading her arms and legs, panting out of exhaustion.

“You did well today” you say taking another sip before throwing the water bottle to her so she could have a sip.

She caught it with both hands, quickly drinking out of it as if she had been dehydrated for a couple of days.

“I tried extra hard today” she says getting up and stretching out.

“You better. I would have walked right out again if you didn’t” you say in your teacher like tone.

Your phone rang, it was Christian.

“Hey, where are you? I’m at your house but you’re nowhere to be found.” He says.

You quickly look at Yura who was on her own phone, probably going through social media.

“I’m at YG” you say

He didn’t respond.

“…Ian?” you ask.

“uhh why?” he eventually answered.

“I’m giving Yura another chance.” You say, hearing her name she looked up at you. Knowing who you were on the phone with she paid a little more attention.

“I figured that if I could give you another chance than I could give her one too.” You say pursing your lips together.

Yura smiled to herself at your words, and focused back on her phone again.

“Does…that mean…you’re back with DPR?” he asks cautiously.

You sigh. “Yes”

“Oh my god!” he nearly screams through the phone. Ecstatic and relieved.

You hold the phone a little further from your ear at his loud voice. “If that’s okay with you of course” you say teasing him a little.

“Of course it is. Without a doubt. No fucking question about it.”

You were happy that he was happy again. Things really were slowly getting back to normal, he might even still have a chance to direct her mv.

“I’ll be there in 10” he says hanging up.

You chuckle at your phone and put it down.

“Was that Christian oppa?” Yura asked getting up.

You just nod and give her a soft smile. “He’ll be here soon, If you freshen up we’ll give you a ride to your sisters place. “

She nods, taking her towel and her phone “Thanks eonnie” she says walking to the ladies’ room to change in clean non-sweat-drenched clothes.

You close your eyes, content with being alone in silence for a little bit. How did all of this happen in just 10 days. You feel like the past two weeks were just as long as two months.

After exactly 10 minutes Christian and Dabin walked in. You greet both of them with hugs and they sit down on the floor with you, waiting for Yura.

“This is literally the last place I expected to find you in” Dabin says scratching his head.

“I decided to be the bigger person” you say shrugging.

Christian just smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Stop that shit, not in front of me.” Dabin says dramatically waving his hands around.

The both of you just chuckle, when finally Yura walks in. The look in her eyes alerted the three of you.

“We have a problem” she says in a panicked voice.

The three of you got up, walking over to her when she shows all of you an article on her phone.

“Former Kpop Idol and now director Christian Yu dating Kim Yura. YG’ Entertainments new gem.” you read out loud.

Christian’s eyes widened and so did Dabin’s. You swallow harshly. Oh fuck no.

“What the f-“ Christian says not finishing his sentence, taking Yura’s phone from her.

He clicked on the aticle to see what it says.

“Kim Yura was allegedly spotted going in and out of his house for 10 days in a row, confirming the fact that Kim Yura and Christian Yu, formerly known as Rome from C-Clown share an intimate relationship together.” He reads out loud.

He scrolled down. Looking at the “proof” seeing dispatch photos of the both of them outside of his house.

“This was today…when I helped her move her stuff to her sisters’ place.” he says still not believing his eyes.

Christian’s eyes dart to you, checking your facial expression. But your attention was diverted to Yura, who was now crying.

You rub her back trying to comfort her. “Oh my god if my manager sees this. If Yang Hyun Suk sajang-nim sees this!” she says choking up.

Dabin stood there awkwardly. Not knowing what to do given the fact he didn’t know Yura all too well.

“I’ll get you some water” he says escaping the scene.

Christian sat down on the bench. Looking at Yura crying on your shoulder.

This is literally the worst thing that could happen to a rookie idol. Dating scandals were awful to begin with, especially when they weren’t true, but try to explain that to the media and the public.

You felt bad for her, Christian wouldn’t suffer much damage from this, none at all actually. Maybe people in the industry would talk but he could simply clarify the situation to them. If anything this was publicity for him, but for her. Her whole world must be falling apart.

At that Dabin returns with a man behind him. He awkwardly stood behind Christian. Wrapping his arms around Christian’s neck, watching the scene unfold.

It was Lee Hyung Suk, Yura’s manager.

“I saw the article” he says dryly.

Yura looked to the floor facing him. “I-it’s not true”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TRUE OR NOT. HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!?” He yelled at her.

She squinted her eyes closed, ready to take a verbal beating but you stepped in front of her.

“Hey, if you would have just arranged a place for her to live none of this would have happened.” You say angrily.

Dabin, Christian, Yura and her manager looked at you with a surprised expression on their faces.

Who would’ve thought you out of all people, would defend Kim Yura.

“Excuse me young lady?” he says looking you in the eye. He’s scary. Really scary. “We can just tell them the truth right? About her parents” You eventually say.

“Absolutely not. Having a rebellious daughter who disobeys the wishes of her parents is far worse than a dating scandal. We can make a better story out of this” he says as if it’s no big deal.

“A better story?” Christian asks getting up.

“Let’s just go with it for a while” Her manager says, looking at Christian.

“If we take this opportunity and mold it our own way we could take this ‘scandal’ and turn it into something worthwhile for the both of you”

Yura stayed quiet, quickly looking at you and Christian.

“Let’s just go with it.” Her manager says again.

Christian looked at him startled. “I don’t…” he starts. “If you don’t want to that’s fine also, but that means you’ll ruin her career before it has even begun.” Hyung Suk states crossing his arms.

“Oppa” Yura says. All of you look at her. “I know I have asked the world from you already. But if you do this for me, I promise I will never bother you again. I just really don’t know what to do anymore.” She says as tears fall down her face.

You take a step back, looking at Christian with burning eyes but he didn’t look back at you. Dabin looked at you knowing that if Christian agreed on doing this. Your heart would break, again.

He walked towards Yura, wiping her tears away.

“Stop crying.” He says letting go of her and looking at Lee Hyung Suk. “Well?” Hyung suk asks.

You close your eyes.

“Fine” Christian says “I’ll do it.”


Chapter 5 

Consummation

Summary: You and Cas get bored on a ghost hunt, which is taking place at a gala - where you had to pretend to be married to get in.

RequestCan I request some smut where the Reader and Cas are on a hunt and have to act like a married couple to get into some fancy gala. And the Reader sees him in a tux with his hair all done she’s like god damn this man will be the death of me. So they find some room to do it.
-Requested by Anon

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, oral (male and female receiving), husband/wife kink? (If that’s a thing)

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by itsrabbidseason

Ninety minutes. You’d been in the bathroom for ninety minutes.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel waited in the motel room while you got ready - something that typically only took you twenty minutes; but the four of you were tackling a gala tonight - benefiting the family of the late Mr. Williamson, whose ghost was still wandering about the mansion where the gala was being held. So dressing up was required.

The boys had been ready for almost thirty minutes.

“Y/N!” Dean called as he leaned back on one of the beds, rubbing his eyes. He was getting impatient.

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