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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 8

Originally posted by weare-goingup

Hi all, so sorry for the late post today! It’s a holiday here in Canada and I didn’t get to a laptop until now. At any rate, this amazing chapter by @titaniasfics, is well worth the agony of the wait! Enjoy!!! Since we’re pretty sure we know what you’re going to vote with this one, we won’t be adjusting the deadline to vote. So, reply with your choice by noon EDT on Wednesday! And don’t forget to reblog. Half of the fun of this game is the great discussion and debate you all have each week.

We stop by Peeta’s cabin on the way to the archery fields to pick up the cookies he promised but, to my surprise, he adds other items I’m sure belong to the cafeteria - soda cans, fruit, and sandwiches wrapped in cellophane.

“You’re not supposed to keep food in the cabins,” I say, watching him fill his backpack. Thankfully, everyone is at the party so the sleeping areas are quiet.

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Storm Clouds

SPN FanFic

~Sometimes you need to let it go before the storm can pass~

Reader, Dean, Sam

1,964 Words

Warnings: ANGST. Major Angst. Depressed Reader. Talk of Death. 

“I want to die.”

You hadn’t meant to say it, especially not to Dean, especially not now, especially not in that way, but he had been pushing and nagging all day and there it was. The truth spilled from your mouth in a viscous wave of half cried words that hung in the air between you and Dean like a smoke signal. Before the last syllable had rolled off of your tongue you already wished you could take it back, but there it was. It was in the open now; everything you’d been hiding from him, from Sam, from yourself.

His mouth opened and closed, his green eyes wide with shock as your confession turned in his mind. He seemed to be digesting it slowly, trying to figure out what you meant. It must have been a joke, he decided, and laughed solemnly.

“That’s not funny, kid. I’ve died. Trust me, it ain’t a picnic.”

You could have ended it then. You could have very easily laughed along with him and played it off as simply one of those things you said when you were tired and stupid. But you were tired and stupid, and you finally felt like you should talk about it. A hundred times that day he’d asked what was wrong, so, now he’d find out.

“It’s not a joke, Dean.” You looked him right in the eye, not a hint of a smile or twinkle of jest on your face. It wasn’t funny. It was the farthest thing from it.

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The other man ~ Part three

Originally posted by foreveryoujiyong

Originally posted by coupdetop

A/N ~ This one is too good to keep you waiting, you must suffer with me. You guys can thank @tabis-eyebrows for starting a war with me that ended with this smutty jewel. Now strap yourselves in, your in for one hell of a ride, literally.

Pairing ~ Kwon Jiyong x Reader x Choi Seung hyun

Theme ~ cheating/infidelity/love triangle

Rated ~ Smut/fluff/angst

Warnings ~ Smut, smut, smut…. oh and daddy kink

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It had been three weeks since your time away in Singapore with the guys and you had managed to stay away from Jiyong the whole time but he had not left your thoughts, you decided it was best that you stay away from Seung hyun for a while, at least while you tried to rid yourself of the poison the other man had inflicted on you. You gave him some bullshit excuse of having to sort out the work you had backed up and you would let him know as soon as you had finished, he wasn’t exactly happy about it but he understood and had left you to your own devices for the most part. It had just hit a little over a week since you had last seen him and in the last two days he had started to become needy, texting and calling to try and get you to come over, you were beginning to run out of excuses.

Your phone chimed as you sorted through the photos on your dinning table, you picked it up and saw it was from Seung hyun.

- “What are you doing Jagi?”

You sighed as soon as you sent it, you shouldn’t be so cold to him, he didn’t do anything wrong, you did.

- “But you have been working for over a week”

- “I’m sorry oppa but you know what it’s like”

Your heart skipped with his message, he did call you whenever he could while he was working or away on tour.

- “I’m sorry, I’m almost done and then we can see each other. I miss you too”

- “You promise?”

You giggled as you placed your phone on the table, he was so loving and cute, you couldn’t believe you had even thought about another man let alone what you did with him. You decided on a few photos you would release and headed into the dark room to develop them. You preferred the old method over the digital, you felt it gave a more intimate feel to your work, a connection of hand crafting something. That was also the reason you picked the apartment you were in, it was a little run down but it had a spare room for you to set up a dark room and the fact it was run down was perfect, it meant it didn’t matter if you spilt any chemicals. You developed a few photos and hung them up to dry before heading out to grab your phone and send a quick text to Seung hyun.

- “Almost done, I will be about an hour and then I’m all yours, are you able to pick me up?”

You placed your phone back down and headed back to the dark room, just as you reached the door you heard your phone chime with a response but you ignored it, you just wanted to finish up so you could be in the arms of your boyfriend.

You finally finished the last photo, you pegged it up with the others, you stood with your hands on your hips looking proudly at how good they turned out. You let out a sigh and headed back out the door to grab your phone, you giggled when you saw multiple texts from Seung hyun.

- “And don’t think you can run off again, I’m going to hold you captive in my bed for days”

“Shit” you said out loud, he was the last person you wanted to see, before you could reply another text came through.

Just after you read it you heard a knock at the door, you threw out a quick fuck before heading to answer it. You opened the door to see Jiyong leaning against the frame with his forearm, a smirk forming on his lips as soon as he saw you. He was wearing a snap back and dark sunglasses to hide his face, you were kind of glad he did, you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle his stare.

“Are you going to invite me in or just leave me standing out here?” his voice held an almost seductive tone.

“Come in” was all you replied before walking away and leaving the door wide open, you were too scared to say anything else, in case you would fall victim to him once again. “I’m just going to go pack some stuff and then we can go”

You didn’t wait for an answer instead you retreated straight to your room, you grabbed your over night bag out of the closet and began packing, you turned around to get some underwear out of your bedside dresser and almost jumped in surprise. Jiyong was sitting on your bed, his glasses were now off but his cap still on, his back was against the bed head as he looked through the photos you kept on your dresser. He held one up in front of his face holding it so the picture was facing you.

“You keep a photo of me by your bed?” he asked as he pulled it down a little so he could poke his eyes over the top of it.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I have more of Seung hyun” you said as you reached out to snatch the photos back, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you on top of him.

“Why did you have to hurt my ego like that?” he asked as he snaked one of his hands around your waist and gazed into your eyes.

“Because he’s my boyfriend” you replied as you returned his gaze, how was it that he always got to you.

“Don’t remind me” he whispered as he reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear.

“Ji, please don't” you said as you tried to get up but he pulled you back, he ran his hand through your hair before gently pulling your head down to meet his lips.

You grasped at his shirt as soon as your lips touched, they felt like silk against yours, his hand roamed down your back and over your ass before pulling your thigh up. He released your hair with his other hand before doing the same, you were now laid on top of him with your legs spread, the only thing separating you were the underwear you were wearing and his pants. You could feel his cock hardening between your legs, his hands slowly made there way up your thighs under your dress making you moan in to the kiss. He took the opportunity and stuck his tongue in your mouth, applying the right amount of pressure against yours as he roamed around it with his. You got lost in the kiss and grinded against him, as soon as you did his kisses got rougher, more needy. He grabbed at the flesh of your ass as he began to guide your hips back and forth, pushing them down as he did. You grabbed his hat and threw it to the side of the room before returning your hand to run through his hair as you deepened the kiss, every fibre of you felt as though it needed to be closer to him. You grabbed at his shirt with both hands and pulled him up to a sitting position before returning both of them to run through his hair, he groaned as he quickened the pace of your hips, his lips never leaving yours. You moaned and sucked on his bottom lip, giving it a light nibble as you did.

“Fuck it” he growled breaking the kiss, his hands grabbed at the sides of your panties and pulled on them until they broke before pulling them off you. He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you up slightly before reaching down with the other to pull down his sweat pants. You threw your head back with a gasp as he lowered you on to his cock, the feeling of him filling you up as he stretched you out had your hairs standing on end. Once you were all the way down he returned his hands to grasp at you ass, guiding you up slowly as he squeezed your cheeks before bringing you back down again.

“Ji” his name slipped from your lips, he had your body going crazy and your mind foggy. You crashed your lips against his and forced your tongue straight into his mouth as you quickened your pace, you took over, bouncing up and down on him all on your own, making sure to get all of him inside you every time.

“Shit” he groaned as he broke away from your lips for a moment before crashing them back with extreme passion, your teeth colliding in a mess as you panted and moaned into one another. Goose bumps spread across your body, like tiny jewels adorning your skin. You snaked your hand through his hair until it got to the back of his head and grabbed a fist full, tugging on it slightly as you sped up again. He pulled away letting your hand tug his head back so he could watch your face as you moaned while bouncing on his cock.

“Say my name” he commanded as he tilted his head to the side, his dark eyes were boring straight through you, you shook your head at his request. “Say it or daddy will have to punish you” he said as he gave your ass a tight squeeze, his finger tips digging in to your flesh so hard you were sure they went white.

“Jiyong” you moaned, your body gave a slight jerk when you called out his name, the sound sent waves of pleasure right through you. “Oh god” you moaned as you pulled on his hair earning yourself a groan from him.

“What?…… Is my baby close already?” he asked panting before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, still watching your face as you moaned on top of him.

“Yes” you managed to moan in response, you could feel yourself on the edge and you needed more then anything to fall over it.

“Good…. come on daddy” he commanded, you threw your head back with a long throaty moan, Jiyong seizing the opportunity to lick a long line from you collar bone up to your chin.

“Fuck” you growled before placing your hands on his chest and pushing him back on the bed, he licked his lips as he watched your hands move down to his stomach and lift yourself up. Your hips moved on there own, pounding at an incredible rate as you began to scream. The position had is cock hitting your g-spot with force each time you came down, you could feel your legs start to shake from the pleasure.

“That’s it baby….. fuck the shit out of me” he growled from under you as he placed his hands on the head board to keep himself in place, you were fucking him so hard that his body kept creeping up the bed.

“Oh god….. Jiyong…..” you screamed as you continued fucking him hard and fast, your hips beginning to buck from the pleasure that was ready to explode inside you. “ I’m gonna come….”

“Fuck your so hot…… fuck me….. make a mess baby” he groaned biting his lip, you could tell he was close too. “Come all over me”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god” you screamed, somehow your hips sped up even more, an explosion burst inside your abdomen and spread over your body causing you to see stars. “I’m coming…… I’m fucking coming” you screamed as you clenched around him but your hips wouldn’t stop, they just kept going on their own.

“Fuck baby” he hissed as he flexed his muscles, his body became rigid as he tried to fight the urge to hold on to you. “Daddy wants to hear is name….. scream it”

“Jiyong” you screamed as your hips continued, you could feel your juices pouring out of you as you continued to come, your head was becoming light and you weren’t sure how much more you could take but he made you feel so good.

“_____” your name fell from his lips as you felt him come inside you, his hips coming up to meet yours whenever they lifted off him. You continued for a while, slowing the pace as you came down from your highs. Once his spell wore off you came to your senses, your hand coming up over your mouth as you realised you had done it again, you had betrayed Seung hyun, with his best friend.

“I need a shower” you said quickly before jumping off him and retreating to the bathroom.

By the time you finished washing all trace of him off of your body and came back out, he was gone from your room, you quickly got dressed before grabbing your bag and heading out.

“I’m ready, lets go” you said as you grabbed your phone and your keys from the table and headed straight for the door. Jiyong didn’t say a word as he sprang up from his seat on your couch and followed you out the door.

The car ride was full of silence, tension thick in the air. You had gotten sick of his side way glances at you so you decided to just stare out of the passenger window, praying he wouldn’t breath a word for the rest of the trip.

Your phone rang, you rummaged through your bag, once you found it your heart sank, it was Seung hyun.

“Hello” you answered with a chirp, you didn’t want to make him aware that something was wrong.

“Jagi where are you? You said you would only be an hour but it’s been two” Seung hyun whined at you, you could tell he was still drunk.

“I’m sorry oppa, it took longer then I thought and then I needed a shower, we are almost there, just five more minutes” you said as you looked down at your lap, you felt bad for lying to him, you never meant for any of this to happen.

“Hurry up, I need you, now” he ended the last word with a growl.

“Seung hyun” you scolded him.

“I can’t help it, I miss you, I love you”

“I love you too” you heard Jiyong scoff beside you at your words “I will be there soon” you said quickly before hanging up.

“Do you really love him?” Jiyong asked suddenly, you looked over at him, his eyes were still locked on the road.

“What kind of fucking question is that? Of course I do” you snapped as you furrowed your brow.

“Really? Because you were fucking me thirty minutes ago” he replied with a scoff.

“That was different”

“How so?” he asked as he glanced over at you, his face was sour like someone had just forced a wedge of lemon in his mouth.

“That was fucking, nothing more”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it was just two people with a pent up sexual frustration of one another”

“Is that all I am to you….. a pent up sexual frustration?”

“Ji, don’t do this” you said as you shook your head.

“Answer the fucking question” he snarled as he pulled up to Seung hyun’s pent house.

“I love Seung hyun, he means the world to me” you answered, Jiyong let out a bitter laugh.

“I guess that’s my answer then” he said as he looked over at you, his face was cold and indifferent.

“This thing between us has to stop, I can’t lose him” you said as your eyes began to fill up with tears.

“Don’t worry, it wont happen ever again” he said in a monotone as he looked ahead, your heart sank a little at his words, you wanted it to stop but hearing him say it almost hurt.

“Good bye Jiyong” you whispered before getting out and heading towards the house. The front door opened and Sung hyun walked out, holding his arms out as he smiled widely.

Jiyong watched bitterly as you ran up to his friend and practically jumped into his arms, your lips crashing down on his straight away, kissing him just as passionately as you had kissed Jiyong not even an hour ago. He scoffed as he watched Seung hyun’s hands make their way down to your ass and give it a squeeze before picking you up and carrying you inside.

“Fuck” he screamed as he punched his steering wheel, how could you be with him and then less then an hour later be in the arms of another man, it wasn’t fair. Jiyong put the car in gear and sped off down the road, using his car to unleash the rage of how betrayed he felt.

ileftherbehind  asked:

You're my neighbor and you're really cute but you almost burnt our apartment building down with your failed attempts at cooking, please don't do that again + Bellarke :)

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Bellamy chuckles even though the high pitched sound of his neighbor’s smoke alarm is screaming through their shared kitchen wall.

Somehow he’s still able to hear her voice over the continuous beeping.

“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!”

He laughs when he hears the stove open and slam shut again followed by a clanging sound, like a pan hitting countertop. A few more curse words (although there is something strangely sexy about a woman with that kind of lexicon) and then the distinct smell of smoke.

“Damn these thin walls,” he mumbles to himself as he opens a window to air out his apartment.


It happens again three days later.

A slew of swear words and the smoke alarm beeping followed by clanging noises and then smoke.

He briefly considers buying his neighbor a cookbook, actually starts to search for one online that he could just anonymously send to her, before thinking better of it. Instead he just grumbles as he’s shutting down his laptop and opening up the sliding glass door that leads to his balcony for some fresh air.

The third time it happens he knocks on her door.

An entire monologue is written in his mind.

Do you know what you’re doing every time you start a mini fire in your kitchen? Do you know how dangerous it is? Are you okay with putting the entire building at risk every time you try to make ramen?!

But then she opens the door and every word he was going to say is gone from the tip of his tongue.

His neighbor is a tiny blonde, whose hair is currently up in the messiest bun he’s ever seen. Golden tendrils are falling out over a gorgeous face covered in exasperation and flour. Lots and lots of flour.

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To Feed A Flame - Part I

I’ve collected a ton of prompts asking for this kind of fic by now and here it finally is: EreJeanMarco ABO au, for all you kinky little shits out there

“Wait…”, Jean mumbled fingers stilling where they were tangled in Eren’s shirt, slowly blinking down at the shorter boy he had shoved against the wall. “You’re not … you’re not a Beta?”
Eren huffed, eyelids fluttering as he looked down, cheeks red and lips glistening. Jean had expected many things to come out of this, but not Eren dropping that kind of surprise between frantic kisses.
“I’m not”, he growled, gaze stubbornly cast down. “So can you start that gloating thing you always do and … get it over with?”
Jean blinked. He would have been offended at the suggestion alone if the topic hadn’t been so obviously painful for Eren to talk about. The way he was bracing himself for ridicule and rejection said everything and Jean felt a painful sting in his chest realizing how afraid Eren must have been of his reaction.

“That’s not … I wouldn’t…” There were no words, really. Not when Eren clenched his jaw tight and turned his face away, hands falling away from Jean’s hips.
Jean didn’t know how to explain this to Eren. That he’d never laugh about him for something important the way he did for countless other, tiny things. That their sarcastic banter wasn’t supposed to get this personal. For a second he wondered why the other boy would ever think it even could. But with the way Eren seemed to withdraw further from him every second he needed to do something, anything, to save the situation.

“Does Marco know?”, he asked instead of keeping up his attempts at assuring Eren he wouldn’t make fun of him or gloat. Eren shrugged.
“He will when you run home and tell him about it”, he muttered, still not looking at Jean and okay, that stung. But he couldn’t even start to imagine the kind of scenarios Eren’s mind had spun thinking about coming out to them.
Maybe that was the reason it had taken them this long. They’d been dancing around the border of officially dating for months now, giving Eren the time he needed while growing increasingly more and more frustrated and worried. Apparently it wasn’t just the idea of joining a couple that had already been dating a long time that had kept Eren at arms length…

“I won't”, Jean said, careful to keep his voice level and calm as he reached up with one hand, nudging a finger against Eren’s chin to carefully coax him into eye contact again. It was tentative and guarded but good enough for the moment. “I won’t tell Marco anything without your consent. But … you could come home with me and we could talk to him together?”

It took Eren a long while of gazing critically into Jean’s eyes until he started to accept that this was it, that Jean wouldn’t laugh about him or leave or break off the whole, budding relationship.
“Okay”, he finally breathed and even though he didn’t seem too convinced just yet it had to be enough for the moment.


“I understand you were nervous”, Marco said, kind and gentle, holding hand between careful fingers. “But thank you for telling us. We really appreciate it, that must have been so hard for you…”
Eren nodded, lips still tight but expression way less guarded after they had promised him that, no Jean and Marco weren’t dating because they were only really attracted to other Alphas and that no, of course they wouldn’t send him away after finding out he was an Omega. Sure they would have to learn a few things but that was far from impossible. And now that they knew about him they could take even better care of him and understand his behaviour even better.

“But Eren…”, Marco continued, eyebrows pulled together a bit. “Why did you tell us now? Did something happen?”
Jean had wondered that as well. Been wrecking his brain if they’d said or done anything that could have made him worry like that. But it had been way more important to get Eren home and onto their couch so that Marco, sweet, gentle, patient Marco, could take care of the delicate situation before Jean said something stupid that drove their almost-boyfriend away completely.

Eren bit his lip and nodded. He looked so tiny right now, like a “proper” Omega. Jean only noticed because usually their friend looked anything but demure and submissive. On the contrary, he was strong and opinionated and he always got what he wanted.
Seeing him like this, scared and embarrassed, was weird and made an odd protectiveness crawl through Jean’s chest.

“My heat’s close.”
The words were so quiet Jean almost didn’t catch them and he only knew he heard right when Marco’s eyes opened just a bit wider.
“You’d have found out anyway and I thought … if you wanted to end it because of … you at least wouldn’t have to see me like that…”
“Oh darling…”, Marco hummed, raising Eren’s hand to his lips to breathe a soft kiss against bruised knuckles. “We don’t mind at all. All we want is for you to be comfortable around us.”
“I am!”, Eren said vehemently, almost startling in the soft, quite atmosphere. “I’ve never felt so safe around anyone before, let alone Alphas! I was just so scared of losing this when you found out…”

Jean had to swallow. All this time he didn’t have the slightest idea.
“Well, you won’t.” His voice sounded a little raspy but the tiny smile he got for his efforts was enough. Silence fell over them for a while after that but it was far from the oppressive kind that had hung in the air before Eren had started to talk.

“Where will you spend your heat?” As soon as the words were out Jean wanted to take them back, overcome with the strong urge to hit himself in the face. That sounded so cliché, so perverted and lusty and … Alpha. Just what Eren didn’t need right then. He wouldn’t have been surprised if their friend got up and left.
But instead Eren shrugged, a light hint of pink creeping back onto his cheeks.
“I don’t know yet…”, he mumbled and his voice sounded so small and adorable Jean wanted to kiss him. But he stayed firmly seated in the armchair across from them.

“Well, you do know two guys who’d love to take care of you…”, Marco offered with a mischievous smirk and Eren blushed even more. “No pressure, no expectations. Just an offer. Think about it?”
Marco hadn’t even finished before Eren nodded, a small, careful movement but it didn’t look uninterested at all.
“I will”, he promised, voice strong and even again. Jean really, really hoped he would.

Part II

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a fic where Will is the one who gets hurt instead of Nico. If you don't have the time or just don't feel like it that's perfectly fine do whatever you want

Here you go.

Everything around him was just a mess of blurry colours and shapes. He drew in a ragged breath, glad that he still hadn’t gotten any bad injuries. He looked around at the other people fighting the wave of monsters trying to get through the camp’s boundaries. He had lost Will minutes earlier when he was forced to heal a poor son of Demeter that had been hit by a poisonous arrow needed immediate medical attention.

Nico’s fingers gripped the Stygian Iron sword harder. He had to protect his home, his friends, his family. He let out a yell of anger and killed the monsters, harder, faster, more painfully. Dozens of monsters fell victim to his anger. Zombies and Skeleton armies crawled up from the ground, effectively pushing back the monsters, eliminating every single monster threatening to ruin the camp. It didn’t even exhaust him.

Adrenaline pulsed through his body as the battle died down, leaving Nico standing there in tattered, blood and monster dust covered clothes. He looked around for his boyfriend. Nowhere to be seen. They hadn’t gotten so far apart from each other, had they? Nico took a deep breath and wiped the blood away from his face when he noticed something at the corner of his eye. A familiar mop of blonde hair, now stained with red. A white t-shirt and blue shorts. Sandals. Freckled tan skin.

Nico’s blood turned to ice and he grabbed his sword, running towards his boyfriend, calling out his name.

He dropped to his knees by Will’s side, taking in the boy in front of him. Will’s eyes were still open, but there was an ugly cut going from the right part of his forehead down to his left cheek. The same repeated down his chest.

“Will? Will talk to me.” Nico’s voice was frantic as he moved Will’s curly hair away from his face. “You need to stay awake with me.”

Will smiled weakly. “I’m okay. Just two small cuts. They’ll be fine with a bit of ambrosia and a tiny nap, Nico. Don’t wo-”

He cut off when he started to cough, small drops of blood trickling out of his mouth. Nico could see Kayla running towards them, a first-aid kit in her hands.

Will’s eyes started to close and Nico gently moved his hand to Will’s right cheek. “Just stay awake for a little longer, Tesoro and it’ll get better. Do it for me? I promise we can take a nice nap afterwards, okay?”

Nico forced away the shaking and fear in favour of giving Will the impression that the situation wasn’t as bad. But secretly he knew it was. If Will didn’t get proper medical treatment in ten minutes, he would be dead.

He didn’t even realise that the rest of the Seven had gathered around them, effectively providing a cover to avoid other campers seeing what was going on. Kayla had frantically started to disinfect and stitch the cuts, starting with the one crossing Will’s chest.

Silently, she handed Nico a small vial of nectar which he slowly started to trickle into Will’s mouth. He saw her face, how scared she was, how tears threatened to fall from her eyes as well. She was so young, Nico suddenly realised. She had been through a lot and now she was in danger of losing her older brother.

Turning his attention back to Will, he noticed that Will’s eyes had closed. He finally let his tears fall. Now that Will was unconscious there was no need for him to keep his composure more than to be able to help Kayla with saving the love of his life.

Somebody came with a stretcher and Nico helped them move Will onto it before he was brought to the infirmary where they were more people to help him and save him. Nico stood behind, looking down at the patch of grass stained by red blood. Will’s blood. The tears poured down his cheeks, making small rivers in the grime and blood on his face.

“He will survive.”

Nico didn’t even say anything as he walked towards the Hades Cabin to take a shower. Hopefully, there would an alive Will waiting for him in the infirmary when he was done.

Across the camp, a green-haired daughter of Apollo laid down the needle and thread, exhausted.

“He has survived.”

anonymous asked:

Can I have a scenario with Ciel where he has a panic attack after a disturbing memory and his s/o tries to calm him down and comforts him, but in his fear he lashed out on them? They don't give up though, they keep comforting him throughout the yelling and panic. Thanks!

Tiny spoilers from the newest chapters, I guess…?

There was still a sweet smell of jasmine tea and melting wax in the night air when you suddenly woke up, covered in cold sweat, wondering what kind of nightmare did you experience tonight. This time, however, you could not recall any terrifying images created by your imagination instead of restful sleep – what got your attention was but a quiet voice murmuring from behind the wall of your bedroom. Rapidly you got out of bed and lighted up the candelabra standing on the shelf only to quickly grab it and rush toward the door.

You were more than aware what was happening, you had lived through it so many times it was hard to count and yet, Ciel’s suffering whimpers never failed to leave you shivering and nervous, but also immediately ready to react and help him. Your presence was the only one he desired in such times, after all, since he believed that he can trust you the most, to the point where he was willing to open up his soul in front of you, exposing all his weaknesses and insecurities.

If he would still have a tiny glint of faith inside his heart, he would surely call you his guardian angel, right now, however, he was enjoying your presence more than any possibility of having such a magical creature by his side. You were real, you were here, you were loving and supporting him, unlike all the heavens he heard so much about as a child, which did nothing to prevent the death of his closest family members. You were different than all those lies and soon after falling in love with you, Ciel realized that you were indeed worth more than all those filthy lies, thus he decided to cherish you as much as he could, the most precious and the best what has ever happened to him.

And so he did, that is why you were now sitting at the edge of his bed, looking at the pile of duvet, pillows and blankets and Ciel who was most likely hiding under all of them, curled in a ball and sobbing quietly. Gently, you placed a hand on top of the soft fort he unintentionally built around himself, trying to collect yourself and appear as calm as possible, wishing it would affect him, too, and therefore let him peace down his anxiety.

„Ciel,” you whispered, not wanting to startle him anymore but the only answer you received from him was another tremble from under the sheets.

How he didn’t remind you the proud, powerful earl whose mask he was wearing everyday, right now, he was more like a scared, little deer, praying for the danger to walk away.

„It is okay, I am here and I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise,” you continued, now not so certainly sure if it was going to work again since only few days passed since the last time you used similiar words to calm him down. „You are safe.”

Muffled response reached your ears but you couldn’t understand it, not until he peeked out of his hideout and you could see the pair of huge eyes, now shining with tears, piercing into your soul with such a power you didn’t even flinch at the sight of the devilish contract engraved in his pupil.

„Liar.” His voice was low and trembling, and there was a venom on his tongue. „You are going to despise me and leave soon, dirty liar.”

„I am not going to hate you, ever,” you ensured calmly, hand still placed at the top of the pile of sheets covering his back. „I love you, you are the most important person in my life and nothing can change my feelings, Ciel I-”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish the sentence, instead, he almost jumped out of the bed and pushed you away with enough strength to make you fall down on the floor and hit your back – not to harm but to cause pain, making you leave a shocked yelp.

„Do not dare to say that!” he shouted but although he seemed to be completely furious, his tone was filled with deep grief and bottled sorrow. „Do not dare to say that ever again!”

You didn’t understand, you didn’t even know what was happening when he wiped off the unstopping tears falling down his cheeks and grabbed the first object next to him only to throw it at you – which luckily was one of many pillows. You couldn’t sit on the floor anymore, you had to do something and so you stood up and grabbed another pillow aimed for you before he could throw it with his full force, gritted teeth and the tears that were drowning him.

„You know nothing, you understand nothing!” he screamed when you grabbed his bony wrists in an attempt to prevent his eventual further attacks and only then you realized how scared you were right now.

You didn’t hear his yelling, all the hurtful words he was shouting at you, too focused on trying to calm him down and repeating to yourself that it wasn’t him, those weren’t his thoughts and he truly didn’t think this way about you. You had to help him, he wasn’t bad nor evil, he just needed your patience and you were going to give it to him, whether he wanted it or not, and soon, you found yourself holding him close to your chest, hugging tightly and not caring about the insults screamed to your ear nor attempts of pushing you away once again. You weren’t going to let him go, not until all those broken pieces will be put in their places to support him, at least until next time they will broke.

Ciel calmed down after a long while, firstly accepting your hug but not returning it even when his tears dried off on his cheeks and the fabric of your nightgown. The silence filling his bedroom was sick, lethal even, contrasting so visibly to his previous actions and the screames which escaped his mouth in an unsuccesfull attempt of pushing you away – both literally and not. He was still trembling when you stroked his messy hair, his body now appearing so small and fragile in your arms, the earl so vulnerable and exposed.

„I am sorry.” His tone was hoarse from all the shouting, bleeding with anger and sadness. „I am sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

„Everything is fine, I understand,” you whispered patiently. „I told you that I love you and I will be here for you when you need me.”

He didn’t answer and there was no need to, words weren’t able to express the storm and chaos that was happening in both your hearts right now. The night was quiet again and you could hear the crickets singing outside the mansion which unexpectedly made you wonder… since you were there to save him from himself, then who was going to save you?

How Do You Know - Part 2

A/N: I FINALLY WROTE PART 2 AYEE! Are y’all proud of me now? I’ve just been so busy with school and I didn’t have time. I’m probably gonna fail my test tomorrow cause I wrote this instead of studying but oh well
I wanna thank everone that messaged me and requested a part 2, you’re a real one! I suggest reading the first part so this whole thing makes sense. Here’s the link: Part 1.
Fun fact: I tried uploading this like 4 times but my laptop kept crashing before I could save the draft so that’s great :))) Anyways, I hope you like this one!

It was as if time had stopped. Jonah couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. He only stared at the kitchen door where you had been standing just seconds ago. Confusion and shock were written all over his face, making it clear he had no idea of what was going on. Your words rang through his head, loud and clear, while he was trying to put the pieces together. And then it hit him. “…break up with (Y/N)” That must have been what set you off. That little part of his speech must have been the only thing you had heard.

Suddenly the room started spinning. Jonah’s vision turned blurry, his ears were ringing and his breathing came out shallow. He saw the guys talking to him but his mind couldn’t comprehend what they were saying. When did they even come in here? It was as if someone had taken over his body, making him lose all senses. His thoughts were racing, going a million miles per hour. He tried to stop his body from shaking but to no avail. Tears were streaming down his face, making it hard to see. There was a deep ache in his chest which finally pushed him over the edge. A hand trying to grab him was the last thing he saw before everything went black.

You were curled up on your couch, surrounded by tissues and stared at the wall blankly. You had run out of tears after crying for hours straight. Now the only thing that was left was the dull pain. You tried distracting yourself but your mind seemed to only focus on the one thing you desperately wanted to forget. You kept telling yourself that you were okay, that this was for the best but you knew you were lying. How could you be okay? You loved this boy with everything you had. The hurt you felt when hearing his words seemed humanly impossible. It was as if your whole world had fallen apart, destroyed by the one person that had made it complete. Jonah was your everything, your forever and always, your first and you thought he would be your last too.

“How could you be so stupid?” You were angry. Angry at Jonah for doing this to you, angry at the boys for playing along but mostly angry at yourself for letting him wreck you like this. You wondered how long he had felt this way, how long he had been faking it. Maybe it was never real to begin with? You thought back to all the memories you had made, the day you had met, your first date, going on adventures in the middle of the night, him teaching you how to play the guitar, slow dancing to random songs in your small dorm room, all the inside jokes, all the laughs you shared, every hug and every kiss. No. That couldn’t have been fake. You knew Jonah better than anyone, you could read him like an open book. You remembered how his face would light up whenever he saw you, the small smile he would wear when you were talking and the love in his eyes whenever he would look at you. Thinking back to the incident, you remembered how excited he had been when he saw you and the way his face fell when you started screaming, the confusion clearly prominent on his face. He didn’t want to break up with you.

The ringing phone next to you brought you back to reality. Zach’s name along with a dumb picture of him flashed across the screen. The boys had been calling you non-stop since you got home but you declined every call. This time though something told you to pick up. “Hello?” Your voice came out quiet and shaky and you mentally cursed yourself for sounding so vulnerable. “Oh god, (Y/N), you finally picked up!” You had never heard Zach sound so stressed like he did in this moment. There were a lot of different sounds and voices in the background, making you wonder where he was. “Listen, Jonah, uhm he- he had a panic attack. After you left he got so quiet and we tried talking to him but he wasn’t responding and then he started shaking like crazy and collapsed onto the floor. We’re at the hospital right now and I’m just- I’m so scared. (Y/N/N), you need to come please. He needs you. We need you” The last part came out in a whisper but you still heard him loud and clear. “I’m on my way” was the only thing you said before hanging up and jumping off the couch.

Zach’s words hit you like a bus. You felt everything and nothing at the same time. Your emotions were going crazy and there was no way to control them. Quickly, you threw on a hoodie, some shoes and grabbed your key on your way out. You didn’t even bother checking your appearance, knowing you looked like death. You sprinted to your car, Jonah the only thing on your mind. Driving as fast as you could, not even bothering if you hit any red lights, you made your way to the hospital. When you walked in you already saw Zach and Daniel waiting at the door for you. Catching their attention immediately you ran over to them and wrapped them in a tight hug. You could see the worry on their faces and their tear-stained cheeks made it clear that they were as scared for him as you were. The three of you walked to Jack and Corbyn and once they saw you approaching, they got up and hugged you too. That’s when the tears started falling again.

You had been sitting in the waiting room for what felt like hours, trying to get comfortable on those chairs. Your crying had stopped but the atmosphere was still tense. “Are you here for Jonah Marais?” Hearing the voice, you all jumped to your feet and looked at the doctor. You only nodded your head, unable to form words. “You don’t need to worry, he is stable. Mr. Marais had a panic attack due to huge stress and passed out. I believe you all know what had caused the stress in the first place. Anyways, he woke up about ten minutes ago and is now ready for visitors. But be careful, don’t overwhelm him.” The doctor gave you a little smile and turned around, leaving to go see another patient.

You just stood there, awkwardly staring at the door. Zach gave you a little push and nodded his head, signalling for you to go in first. You closed your eyes, taking in a huge breath and walked towards the room. You entered and closed the door behind you.

Jonah heard the door close and looked up. Once he realized it was you a huge smile made its way to his face. But it was soon gone when he remembered the events from earlier. He looked at you carefully, wondering what you were doing here. You walked further into the room, stopping directly in front of the bed he was lying in and surprised him by bending down and wrapping your tiny arms around his shoulders. Jonah didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled you down so you were sitting next to him. He nuzzled his head into your neck and breathed in your scent. He didn’t know when he would get to hold you like this again so he wanted to savour this moment.

He pulled away when he felt something wet making contact with his shirt and when he looked at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks his heart broke a little. “Don’t you dare do this again, Marais, do you understand me? Do you have any idea how worried we were? We didn’t know what was going on, nobody wanted to tell us anything. I was already preparing myself for the worst. And the boys were so scared, I mean, they wouldn’t admit it but I could tell by the looks on their faces. We thought we would lose you!” He just stared at you, taking it all in. He looked at your cheeks that had red dots all over them from your salty tears, at your nose that was red from blowing it too much earlier, at your lips that were quivering, into your eyes that were still glossy, at your hair that was hastily thrown into a bun and had a few strands falling out and at your fingers that were playing with the hem of his sweatshirt out of habit. He knew he had to tell you. It was now or never.

“I love you.” You froze. Looking up you were met with Jonah’s eyes staring at you. Did I hear right? You thought you were dreaming but judging by the hopeful look on his face it was real. Tears started to make their way down your face again but this time out of happiness. You let out a little giggle and leaned forward “And I love you.” That was all it took. Jonah placed his lips on yours, pulling you into him again. You both smiled into the kiss and only pulled away when you heard cheers coming from the doorway.

“I can’t imagine my life without you. It’s you and me forever, princess.” “I know, Jonah, I know.”

daylight/moonlight (pt 1)

friday nights, for the losers club, were the best nights of the week. during the school week, everyone is busy with their normal routine. bill and stan, when they aren’t with each other, had track and baseball practice on alternating days, making their schedules to see each other a complete wreck. ben stayed after school for a couple reasons, he was a library assistant and he also tutored younger students. his girlfriend, beverly, was in the theatre club, along with eddie. bev worked on costumes and eddie worked on lights.

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Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.3

Warning: violence, swearing

Word count: 2134

A/N: Hey look it’s Pan yay. Smut next time, maybe. I’ve written smut before but not so sure how detailed I’ll get still not so used to it. But eh maybe I’ll get into it who knows.

Part2: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/155792540279/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p2


“Just up ahead, do you see it?” The little glowing lady that was currently perched upon the wheel asked as she pointed straight ahead. “Yes I do.” I said holding the wheel steady. After a moment of silent sailing the ship met with the soft sand of the beach that was ahead. “Welcome to Neverland.” Tinker bell said looking back up at me. “I can tell you’re new around here, mostly cause you said you wanted to go home and that’s not an option everyone knows that. So let me just tell you that this island is lost boy territory and lost boys aren’t to fond of pirates.” She said flittering up to eye level. “Yeah well from what I’ve heard back in pirate town neither group like each other, but I’m not a pirate, even if I do look like one.” I said biting my lip and looking down at my attire. “Alright well, at least lose the hat.” She said tapping her chin. I took it off and let it fall from my hand to the ship deck with a thud. “Now we gatta get rid of the other pirates.” She said gesturing to my sword.

With a sigh I pulled it from is holster and slowly turned to see the look out was still fast asleep. I crept quietly behind him and placed the sword at the base of his neck. Oh shit, I can’t do this I’ve never killed anyone before. How can I start now I mean sure this might all just be imaginary but it damn sure feels like reality. I hesitate running this all through my mind weighing the pros and cons. Fuck it. I think but as soon as I do sleepy head wakes and quickly turns around pulling out his own sword. “Shit!” I shout as he lunged forward, I try to dodge the blow but his sword gets my side and I feel blood trickling down my side. I look down quickly before looking back up just in time to deflect his sword from hitting me in the chest. With the amount of blood I’m losing and all the strength I’m putting into pushing his sword away with mine, my vision becomes spotted and I begin to feel light headed. Just as I feel I’m about to pass out Tinker bell darts in front of the pirates face blowing a gold dust in his face causing him to collapse on the deck. I let my weak body fall as well and catch my breath.

“Well that didn’t go to well. Was that your first fight or something?!” She shouts in her tiny high pitched voice. I roll my eyes at her and examine the gash in my side. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath and dig through my bag finding a flask of rum and my tank top. I put the top in my mouth to bite down on and pour the rum on the cut. It’s not the best way to clean a wound but it’s all I got, no matter how bad it burns it works. I then remove the top from my mouth and put it under my corset so that it covers the wound. “What was that, the gold stuff?” I ask shakily standing to my feet. “Fairy dust.” She answers crossing her arms over her chest. “Right. Of course it was.” I sarcastically reply shaking my head. “It won’t keep him asleep forever, I helped, now you finish.” She said and I glanced at my sword. With a huff I placed the tip of my blade over his heart and felt the blade sink in easily. “Now was that so bad? Ok before we go kill the rest of those bastards coat your sword in this.” She says handing over a small bottle filled with a dark liquid. “What is it?” I asked popping off the top. “There’s a plant, very deadly, called dreamshade. I managed to make it into a liquid so that the lost boys could cover their weapons in it and get quicker kills.” She said and I raised my eyebrows nodding. “Alright.” I said carefully pouring it all over the blade. “Let’s go kill some pirates.” I said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at me.

“So I have a question, you seem to be pretty cool with these, lost boys. And you found me, a girl, dressed as a pirate, driving a pirate ship, why did you decide to help me? Ya know cause pirates hate lost boys and vise-versa.” I say waking away branch leaves as I walked through the thick forest wilderness. “Cause no pirate would one, allow a female to steer the ship or two, come anywhere near Neverland. Ah here’s my stop. Good luck to you my dear.” She said with a nod of her head and quickly flew off. “Wait! I still need your guidance!” I shouted after her but it was no use. “Well shit.” I said as I looked around and noticed I had no idea where the hell I was going. But I also noticed the sun had begun to rise making me feel a little better, I probably wouldn’t last an hour in this forest alone if it was dark.

I began to walk again when I heard a few tiny foot steps approaching. I crouched behind a bush and put my hand on my sword handle. I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing trying to see if I could tell which direction the steps were coming from. At first I heard nothing but then again, to my left, I heard something. There were two of whatever it was, I opened my eyes and looked to my left. I was out of their line of vision but I could see them perfectly. Two boys, maybe a year or two older than me, but still young. They were dressed as if they were playing combat rescue, wearing camouflage colors with leaves draped around them and mud smeared over their faces. Each of them held a weapon, a real weapon. One had a cross bow and the other a sword. “You’ve got to be kidding, these are the lost boys.” I mumble to myself and move to get closer but stay out of their vision. “Well fuck me.” I whisper as I watch them look around searching for, I’m guessing, me. “Sorry kids but I’m not losing this one.” I mean sure the pirates weren’t that hard to deal with, thanks to the dreamshade, but as ruthless as these kids look they don’t look like to much of a challenge.

“Now!” The boy in green shouted as he paced back and forth in front of the cage. “What am I to do with you?” He said stoping his pacing, placing both hands on the bars and leaning in close, he flashed a quick wicked smirk. I did nothing but harshly glare back at him with a cold hard expression. I had been on this island for a whole month running around trying to stay alive, a cost of that was injuring a few lost boys. I didn’t want to, a lot of them were much younger than me, like six or seven years younger. I had grown cold, heartless soon I didn’t care how old they were, I just needed to survive. So I stood, not saying a word and gave him a piercing cold glare. He just simply chuckled and pushed himself up right again, off of the bars. “You know appearing on my island and injuring not just a few but an army of my lost boys is not something you can just avoid, there are consequences!” He said beginning to pace again, he spoke as if he was giving a speech to everyone present, even though it was only directed at me. Surrounding him and the cage I occupied, was a swarm of young boys their ages varied but none older than the boy in green. And he couldn’t be more than 16. “Now that we have captured you, this cage is where you shall stay until I decide it’s time to kill you. Sleep tight.” He said and with the flick of his hand his ‘lost boys’ moved out and towards their camp that wasn’t to far from the cage. “Felix! You take night watch!” The boy ordered a taller, cloaked, boy with long dirty blond hair. The boy simply nodded and leaned against the cage as the rest continued on.

A few hours had passed when I decided I was bored and wanted out. I was stood leaning against the far right corner of the cage staring at the cloaked boy, Felix was his name, while chewing on my bottom lip. He seems like an easy target. I thought as I sauntered over to where he stood shoulders back and chest puffed out. “So Felix, that is your name right?” I asked my voice just over a whisper carful not to draw any attention from the camp. The sun was now long gone and the camp was lit by an enormous bonfire. I looked at Felix but he hadn’t moved a muscle. “Hmm, well Felix. The name’s Mariana,” I said, still nothing. “Come on I’m bored out of my mind, least you could do is have a conversation with your prisoner.” I said slipping my hand through the bars and rubbing his shoulder gently. He looked down at my hand and I noticed his chest rise and fall and a slightly quicker pace. He turned around slowly with his head low. “Come on Felix, can’t even look me in the eye?” I teased as I moved my hand to the hairs at the nape of his neck. He slowly lifted his head locking eyes with me. “There we go.” I whispered softly tangling my fingers into his hair. His breathing became more rapid and he let out a low moan, leaning his head against my touch. “Now all you have to do is open the cage and we can talk. Unless there’s something more fun you have in mind.” I said with a smirk as I leaned closer to the bars that separated us. “No!” He shouted and abruptly moved away from my touch “You hurt my friends, many of them are just barley holding on to life. You deserve nothing but to rot in there forever.” He spit at me and turned away back to his position and didn’t say another word for the rest of the night. I just rolled my eyes and went back to my corner, with a huff I plopped down criss-cross with my arms folded over my chest.

As morning came again so did the boy in green, he nodded at Felix as he approached, “Go get breakfast, then some rest.” He ordered, Felix nodded in response and walked toward camp. “Morning love” The leader, I figured, said turning his attention to me. I gave him a sickly sweet smile, “Morning.” I said and he smirked. “Ah and she speaks. Honestly love I thought you were going to give me the silent treatment forever.” I rolled me eyes and gave him an expressionless look. “Just tell me, who are you and how did you manage to run around my island for so long without getting caught?” He asked confusion clear in his voice. “Let’s just say you and your lost boys are a lot easier to handle than the pirates.” I said grinning at his fuming expression. He let out a long deep breath before speaking again, “Are you saying we’re not as challenging.” He asked irritated. “Believe me I’m just as surprised as you are, I’d think your boys would be better fighters than a bunch of drunk old slobs.” I said and he shook his head. Clearly offended by what I said about his soldiers, he walks back to camp leaving me alone. I puff out my cheeks and turn so I’m facing out away from the camp. I begin picking at the grass when I spot a patch of purple flowers. I eye them skeptically and reach out to pick one. “Lavender?” I speak to myself and inhale the sweet smell before blacking out.

A couple hours later I wake up still in the cage, the sun is still out and I don’t hear anything coming from the camp. The boys must be out playing. I look around and see the flower laying not to far from my face. That wasn’t a lavender. I move away from it before carefully picking it up. “I’m definitely getting out of here tonight” I think running all the possible out comes through my mind figuring out the perfect escape.

anonymous asked:

I understand that you're not taking requests right now, but hear me out. Pet/Slave Namjoon. With a collar/choker and everything.

Sub Namjoon was an interesting concept to me, to say the least, so…here we are ;p

ALSO: I tried to add a ‘Read More’ break, but they don’t seem to work correctly for mobile when I’m replying to an ask, soo…sorry for anyone that doesn’t want to see glimpses of sub!joon

Unlocking your front door, you sigh as you step inside, kicking your shoes off on the landing. The grocery bags balanced on your forearm lay proof to your trip to the corner convince store, and you’re sure Namjoon will love you later when he sees all the candy you bought him.

Smiling to yourself you skip into the kitchen, preparing to put the groceries away. However, you only manage to get the essential items into the fridge before desperate whining in the background catches your attention.

Rolling your eyes, you set the remaining bags down on the kitchen floor and grab the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and chucking it onto the couch as you start towards the bedroom. Your pants come next, and you kick them off just outside the cracked open door, fingers wandering to your damp panties, pressing into the sensitive bud of nerves hidden just beneath the fabric.

Breathy curses and pleasurable moans are rolling through the walls and washing over you in waves, and you lick your lips in anticipation. This is going to be fun.

Pushing the door open ever so slowly, you pad into the room, drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of Namjoon. He’s knelt at the foot of your bed, reddened bottom lip caught between his teeth as he attempts not to whine—a cock ring secured around his manhood. You can easily spot the cum leaking down his shaft, begging for a chance to flow free, but you’re not ready to give in to him just yet. It’s only been half an hour since you left him here like this, and you’re sure you can get him begging even more.

Ahhhh~ this pretty dominate boy who is suddenly so submissive under your delicate finger.

“Hey there puppy,” you tease him with a grin, finally revealing you presence to him as you tug on the chain resting against his chest. He immediately gasps and leans forward on his knees. The chain is attached to nipple clamps secured around his sensitive pink buds, and between the chain jiggling in your hand and the tiny vibrator attached to the cock ring, he’s ready to burst at the seams.

“Are you gonna beg me, huh? Look at this,” you say, squatting down and dragging a finger up the underside of his length. Skimming your other hand over his tan shoulders, you loop your finger under the leather of the collar he has on, forcing him to look at you as you lick your cum-covered digit clean.

Namjoon shivers at the sight alone, nostrils flaring.

“Baby…please,” he whispers, voice cracking and eyes pleading. His cock is so painfully hard, he’s about to go insane. “I-I already came, but it hurt. I need…I need—”

“Payback for all of your teasing, babe, aren’t I right?” you grin, burying your hand into his sweaty blond hair. You bend to your knees in front of him and yank his head back, your lips pressing overly-light kisses to every inch of his skin. “All those time you brought me to the edge and then denied me…two can play at this game.”

“Fuck! Please!” Namjoon begs, his second dry orgasm approaching at dangerous speeds, and he thrusts his hips into air, desperate for friction. 30 minutes alone in a room—hands cuffed behind his back, and cock restrained—had granted Namjoon a lot of time to ponder how to get back at you for making him like…this. But, subsequently, thinking about tying you up and shoving his dick down your throat until you choke on it hadn’t helped out his situation.

“Come for me, Namjoon,” you demand, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, and he screams around your tongue, hips bucking fervently as another dry orgasm rips through him.

“Fuck! FUCK!” he curses, cock throbbing. He’s about to lose his GODDAMN MIND!

“Yes! What fantastic sounds!” you laugh, petting his sweaty hair back and hooking your fingers under his collar yet again. You tug him around so he’s facing the edge of the mattress, his chest heaving as he tiredly watches you step out of your soaking panties.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you drag his head forward, your fingers spreading your glistening folds.

“Make me come and I’ll return the favor.”

Licking his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing, he eyes your womanhood before diving forward without another second of hesitation. His tongue flicks over your throbbing bud, and you toss your head back, hand thoroughly tangled in his hair and keeping him secured between your thighs.

Already too well acquainted with your body, Namjoon skillfully drags his tongue between your folds, dipping the flexible muscle into your heat before returning to your clit yet again. His strokes are accurate and utterly devastating, distraught moans leaving your mouth as he inches you closer and closer to your orgasm.

At feeling your thighs tighten around his head, breathing picking up and pleas becoming increasingly louder, Namjoon feels another orgasm beginning to build up in him as well. And he knows that he won’t survive another dry one. So, he brings out his A-game, sucking your clit into his mouth and digging his tongue into your sensitive bud even rougher than before.

The sensation has you crying out, orgasm right on the brink, and after a few more swipes of Namjoon’s tongue you come—breathy moans filling the room. Your chest heaves as he rides you through your orgasm, but as soon as you start to come down from your high Namjoon falls backwards onto his ass, eyes scrunched shut.

“Baby please please please please–!”

“I gotcha~,” you coo, petting his hair back as you lean down and snap the cock ring off. Immediately a guttural moan tears from his throat, his orgasm hitting home without any help from you. Breathing uneven, cum splattering across your hand and his stomach, you bend down and kiss him gently.

“I’ll get a rag,” you say, hurrying out of the room and to the bathroom. When you come back Namjoon has relocated to the bed, nipple clamps, cock ring, and collar all resting on the sheets beside him. Smiling sweetly when he looks at you with exhaustion painting his face, you quickly clean both him and yourself up.

“You good?” you question after throwing the rag in the nearby clothes bin, and Namjoon nods, latching onto your wrist and tugging you onto the bed with him. Immediately he maneuvers you into the little spoon position, his arms wrapping snuggly around your torso, and you don’t mind in the least.

Sighing, Namjoon nuzzles the back of your skull, sleep already finding him, but he makes sure to get out what’s been on his mind all afternoon.

“You’re gonna fucking pay for that later.”

Laughing, you roll your eyes and attempt to find sleep as well.

“We’ll see.”

anonymous asked:

It would absolutely make my day if you could do a blurb for how each of the boys would react to finding out that you were raped in the past, I know that might sound weird but it comforts me to read about things which i've experienced? like, it makes me feel less isolated, if that makes sense??? i don't mind if you don't want to write it, i understand, but if you do then thank you!! I adore your writing, you've helped me through a lot :)

Hey, anon. I know first hand how the word sorry means nothing in a situation like that, but I am truly so sorry for what happened to you; from the bottom of my heart, I hurt for you and I understand. I would be honored to do this for you, and I hope that this can bring some comfort and happiness to you. I want you to know that I’m here for you, whoever you are, and if you feel you can’t speak with anyone about this, you always can with me. I love you anon, and I’m proud of you. | I will be writing this from the ‘I’ point of view so the anon can specifically read it as if it were them self.

Do you understand what it feels like to feel a prisoner in your own skin, unable to claw away from the parts of you that you no longer want to claim? I do. Have you spent hours in the shower, scrubbing harshly at raw skin just to rid yourself from the constant scum that burrows you? I do. Have you ever wondered why, why me? Why did this have to happen? I do.

There is a certain kind of pain that stays with you all of your life, a kind that never lets you forget the very thing you pray you could. I am no different. It follows me, like a dark demon that perches on my shoulders, its bony fingers digging into my skin just to remind me that I am not whole. I wonder often if I ever will be, whole I mean. It doesn’t seem to be written in the stars, and no matter how much I have, that demon always takes.

I don’t sleep very often without the help of medication and tiny pills, and more often than not I’d prefer to be sleep deprived than give into a feeling I can not control. My only savior in the narrow path that frightens me to near death is a simple boy who just listens. He never pretends to know how I’m feeling, to grip my hand with a half assed sympathetic smile and a half hearted ‘I’m sorry.’ He just is, and he allows me to be just me, and we just are. Those tormenting nights where I feel as if four walls are bound to come down on me, that very same simple boy comes to me with open arms and listening ears.

The cool breeze flowing through the open windows of his car give me enough fresh air and clarity to breath. If even for a moment, I feel as if the Earth is aligned enough to offer me some peace. He drives for an hour just to bring me to our favorite lookout spot, the entire view of Los Angeles crystal clear and always buzzing with life. We exit the car without a word, both of our bottoms hitting the dusty ground as my arms curl around my bended knees.

I am tired. I am tired of feeling lost in my own head. I am tired of feeling unclean simply because someone else made me so. I am just, tired. His tired voice floats over to me amongst the wind, almost missing me as it carries over the lights of the city. “Your head is going to spin off if you don’t say what you need to say.”

My glare at the ground could cause a forest fire if I let it. The anger boils to a heightened temperature, and I bubble over. “That son of a bitch!” Ethan doesn’t even flinch as my voice feels like it will rip in my throat. “How is it fair that he keeps on living and I’m stuck here running in place? Why do I have to be the one who suffers?” My dry hands clutch one another in attempts to keep their shaking at bay. “I am so empty and used up. He steals away every good fucking thing I have, and I don’t know how to throw him away. I don’t know how to step away from the truth and wash my hands of it. He took from me! He took my peace, he took my joy, he took my security. I can’t even fucking look myself in a mirror without feeling him all over me.” My eyes well up with tears that threaten to spill over, my heartstrings busting one by one as Ethan’s eyes cut into mine as he listens. “What did I do? Was I not good enough? Did I not try hard enough to be a good person, and this is my punishment? What did I do to deserve this?”

He scoots over to me in the dust, his hands pulling me into his chest as I let the waterfall go. His hands clutch the fabric of my hoodie, the only thing keeping me from falling into that deep and dark hole that threatens to swallow me up. “You did nothing. It didn’t happen because of you, it happened because of him. There are people in this world, Y/N, that hold no love or respect for anyone. He took from you, yes he did, but please don’t continue to let him take from you. If you do, he wins. Don’t let him win.”

I lean out to look up at him, snot surely running from my nose and I know I look less than desirable. “I don’t want him to win,” I whisper out softly, my voice rough and raw from yelling.

His fingers lace through my hair as he softly rocks us back and forth, the motion rocking me into a contentment. “Then be as strong as I know you can be. Get up every day and tell yourself that you are not what happened to you because you are so much more than that, Y/N. Prove to everyone that bad things have happened to you, but you don’t let them define who you are. You will be happy, and there will be days you won’t be, but you will be in the end. Give yourself the chance.”

I let the words sink deep down into that seeping wound that refuses to heal. I don’t say another word, and neither does he, and we don’t have to. Just having him here with me is enough happiness for me.

My mother always asked me why I kept such morbid paintings in my sketch pad. She didn’t understand that putting the ugly truth out onto paper helped to transfer them from me. She didn’t understand that there were things inside of me that didn’t make sense, things that ran in circles in my head, their footprints indented on every crevice and every space. She never understood me.

I never anticipated Grayson would find my sketch book, and I had hoped he wouldn’t. A part of me wanted to be able to share that deep and inner horror of mine just so I would be able to destroy that wall between us and grow closer, but I don’t think I can ever be ready for that. The book falls to the floor as I stand limply in the doorway, my eyes locked to the cover and unwavering. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

My eyes snap up to judge him instantly, something I wish I couldn’t do. “What was I supposed to say? I was raped, I just thought you should know?”

His eyebrows furrow together as his hands shake and for the first time, I witness Grayson Dolan cry. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to look so gorgeous even through their tears. “I feel like I’ve failed you.”

We both stare at the floor, unable to move although our hearts scream in their cages to embrace each other. “You didn’t fail me, Grayson, he did. It’s not your fault.”

He wipes away the tears with anger, looking to the book and to his hand as if it had burned him. “It’s my fault for letting you suffer alone.”

I fight the sickness that rises into my throat, my feet pushing me to meet him by the bed. “You didn’t know. No one really does. I guess I didn’t really want you to. I didn’t want you to know because I don’t want you think of me differently.”

He looks up with disbelief and sadness, more tears spilling as his hands reach to grasp for mine. “Think of you differently? There is nothing you can tell me that could ever change the way I feel about you. You are still just as gorgeous and pure and special to me now as you were ten minutes ago. I love you, Y/N.”

Now I’m crying, feeling the onrush of pure love spilling through my veins and calming that sickly part of me that controls my every move. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, someone to take me for what I am and not pity me, not judge me. Someone to understand I won’t always be rainbows and sunshine, that sometimes I will be pessimistic and unable to experience joy. Someone to take my hand and say 'I am here for you every step of the way.’ Grayson Dolan is that hand, and I take it, wrapping him in a hug as the sorry’s that fall from his mouth are the only ones that have ever meant anything to me, because he meant it. He understands me.

i made a rito designed after a sparrow! this isn’t mentioned in his little bio, but his favorite thing to do is skydiving. he just goes up somewhere high… and falls. he flies before he hits the ground, but he never fails to give his friends tiny heart attacks. he also doesn’t like sleeves because of a certain incident involving my friend’s oc, so you’ll hardly ever see him wearing any sleeves

ishouldgetatumbler  asked:

WAIT YOU TAKE PROMPTS? (If you don't that's fine but if you do????) KilluGon, Flowerpot concussion? (If can't/don't want to it's fine.)

I do take prompts! This is another one that got away from me, haha. Juuust shy of 4K words. :D; I hope you like it! Spoiler alert: No one actually gets a concussion. I just don’t have it in me, lol.

Also available on AO3!

Danger: Risk of Falling Flowerpots Ahead!

    The day starts out peaceful.

    He, Gon, and Alluka are walking down the charming, stone-paved streets of a charming town. The path in front of them winds back and forth. There are shops and houses rising up on either side of the road. Green vines cling to brick walls, and they pass under a lattice archway from which heavy blooms of lilac hang, filling the air with their pleasant perfume. Alluka is tugging on his sleeve and pointing ahead to a store she’s interested in, and as Killua turns his head to look over his shoulder to where Gon walks behind him, brown eyes sparkle mirthfully back at him.

    A warm, content feeling settles in Killua’s chest. He turns to reply to his sister, thinking that nothing could make this day go badly.

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heal the scars from off my back; i don't need them anymore // a mileven fic

read it on ao3 here!

ok so today i hit 1000 FOLLOWERS, which is CRAZY and i am so excited and wow thank you all for following me???

SO to celebrate, here’s a fluffy also kinda angsty sorry idea that i got and rolled with!

(p.s. listen to welcome home by radical face while you read for maximum feels experience) 

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I Don’t Do Tequila - Part Six

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Summary: You and Sam come to terms with your relationship, and Dean has more predictions about your baby’s birth.

Words: 1,066

Sam x Reader

Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

The crib ended up staying in Sam’s room.

As did all of the (remarkably gender neutral) baby clothes and shoes.

As did the changing table.

And the diapers.

And so did you.

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Which Part 5 Stand User should you fight in a fistfight
  • Giorno Giovanna: While he is the prettiest JoJo, he's also probably the most hardcore one of them all. Dude's fifteen, and he drank piss out of a teacup, reattached his own eyeball without flinching, and became the boss of Passione, all within, like, two months. When I was fifteen, I still had a DeviantART. Don't fight Giorno Giovanna.
  • Bruno Buccellati: He killed two gangsters when he was twelve. In a hospital. Don't fight Bruno Buccellati.
  • Polpo: The only advantage Polpo has against you is his size. He is literally the size of a king-size bed. You could fight him, sure, but would you be able to hurt him is the question here.
  • Guido Mista: Guido fights using his gun only. All you have to do is hold up four fingers. He'll get so paranoid that you'll be able to knock him out easy. Fight Guido Mista.
  • Narancia Ghirga: He may be able to fly miniature airplanes but he sure can't do multiplication. Go ahead and fight him, if you want. Just remember how swole he is for a tiny tiny man.
  • Pannacotta Fugo: He can't even control his own Stand his only advantage is his anger fight the Swiss cheese mafioso.
  • Leone Abbaccio: Leone used to be a policeman, and he made Giorno drink his piss. Don't fight Leone.
  • Mario Zucchero: He got beat up immediately after Leone and Bruno found him. He's named sugar. He doesn't stand a chance.
  • Sale: The dude could keep his balance on a moving truck. I mean you'd win anyways cause he's salty and pathetic but he'd complain so, so much and he has impeccable balancing skills. Fight Sale anyways.
  • Trish Una: See, before Trish even realized she had a Stand, she was fighting Notorious B.I.G. using nothing but her wits and a lead pipe. This girl is both fashionable and scrappy. Don't fight Trish Una.
  • Formaggio: Formaggio's entire fighting style revolves around Little Feet and throwing shit at you. You could take him, easy. Fight Formaggio.
  • Illuso: Similar to above, Illuso's entire fighting style involves Man in the Mirror. Fugo killed him. Fight Illuso.
  • Coco Jumbo: This is a turtle. Like, not even a sentient turtle.
  • Pesci: I mean, you COULD fight him, I guess, but has he really done anything to you? He just needs some validation in his life. Let him win this one round.
  • Prosciutto: Prosciutto is neither particularly fast nor strong, but what you have to watch out for is his endurance. He was pushed out of a moving train and crushed under its wheels, and he still stayed alive through willpower alone. That's what's gonna kill you, so don't fight Prosciutto.
  • Melone: Tell him your zodiac sign and blood type, then, when he's distracted, go for the kill. Fight Melone.
  • Ghiaccio: He also relies on his Stand for the entire fight, because he believes it makes him invincible. You just know he'd go down in a single punch. Fight Ghiaccio.
  • Tiziano: Will only fight you if Squalo's there. He'll take all the hits you try to aim at Squalo, so just go for him anyways.
  • Squalo: A bit tougher than Tiziano, but he'll only fight if Tiziano's there. Will get angry if you take out Tiziano first. You'll still win.
  • Carne: He died three pages after we first see him. You'll win. Easily.
  • Vinegar Doppio: He's so nice and he will literally fall from a single punch. If you do fight him, be prepared for round two.
  • Risotto Nero: He killed a man at 18. He's the leader of the Assassination Squad. His Stand is named Metallica. He dresses like a stripper. Don't fight Risotton Nero unless you like getting impaled.
  • Cioccolata: He's all talk, but you know you could take him. Fight Cioccolata.
  • Secco: Okay, Secco's main advantage here is that you'll underestimate him, and that's your downfall. Secco is wily as fuck, and he also has some mean uppercuts. He's also a really great swimmer. Fight with caution.
  • Diavolo: This is round two of the Doppio fight. Doppio rips off his $500 boob sweater, and Diavolo comes out, wearing fishnet and looking like a Spiritomb gijinka. He will win, either through his smothering bravado or through sheer brute force. He is fragile, however, so don't be afraid to break a couple of his bones.
  • Scolippi: Don't fight Scolippi. Don't fight this poor, tortured man. He's literally dressed like Jesus. Don't fight Jojo Jesus.
The Cast of Overwatch as People I've had on the Self Checkouts @ Canadian Tire
  • Soldier 76: Takes him a minute to realize it's the self-checkouts and not just a tiny till. Doesn't ask for help if something goes wrong, just stands there and waits for you to realize
  • Reaper: Curses out the self-checks as he uses them. Constantly telling them to "shut the fuck up", but refuses to use the mute button. Actually punches the self checkout sceens
  • Sombra: She's always done her transaction before you realize she's even there. Never takes her Canadian Tire Money, yet comes in bi-weekly to get it put on her card
  • Tracer (and Emily): Tracer is constantly remembering things to add to the bill last minute, be it a drink, chips, or the thing they came in for specifically. They also stand there and kiss/grab each others asses while they wait for the payment to go through. Tracer's card never is accepted for tapping
  • Ana: She marches right up to you and hands you her item, waiting for you to scan it for her (which you do-- it's your job). Always buys something heavy, but waits until the last moment to ask for a hand out, even if you already asked her if she needed one and she said no
  • Mercy: Shoves her hands in your hair, then informs you that you "have bad dandruff". Always picks the same, broken, SCO, and wonders why we haven't fixed it yet
  • D.va: Always has a 5$ bill that doesn't work, but refuses to swap it out. "It's fine, no worries!" she says, putting a crisp, new 100$ bill in for her 3.50$ purchase.
  • Lucio: There's always an issue with his SCO, but he's polite about it. Fluffs the bags when he takes one, and tries to put any that fall off back for you.
  • Reinhardt: Puts his basket of things on the weight scale and acts confused when the machine screams at him to take it off. Somehow manages to fit enough stuff on the scale that it overloads and we have to move things into a second cart
  • Torbjorn: complains because you have to scan in every item individually. Makes jokes about grabbing a hammer and "fixing" the machines for you
  • Junkrat: Lets you know, with pride in his voice, that his disgusting Canadian Tire money was found in a dumpster and that's why it's wet. Uses change for what the bills don't cover.
  • Winston: Very polite, but needs help with almost everything. Leans on the weight scale and you have to ask hm to stop 4 or 5 times
  • Zenyatta: Everything goes perfectly. You joke about them being broken, but "liking him" and he agrees. You feel like you've spoken to the Self-Checkouts master
  • Hanzo: Grunts when you say hello at first, but is friendly when you go to help him deal with a useless UPC code. Forgets his cashback 9 out of 10 times, but you always catch him before he leaves
  • Genji: He buys the weirdest things, and always asked you to help him find things you're not sure you have in store ("Sir, what is a greased nipple used for?") Walks into the window because he thinks it's the out doors
  • Roadhog: Doesn't talk much, but askes for large bags or garbage bags to carry his things in. Never takes his reciept
  • McCree: Complains that we think he's stealing when things have to be walked up, and hits the self-checkouts with more force than nessasary. Wants to know how we can stand being there all day while the computer talks
  • Mei: Double Bags everything, up to and including her bags of chips. Wants a sale or discount price on something with damaged packaging but perfect product.
  • Zarya: Doesn't want help getting her things outside and is, frankly, offended that you asked. Also doesn't let you scan things for her, and complains that the self-checkouts are stealing jobs
  • Widowmaker: Brings ammo up to the self-checkouts, and is disgusted when you tell her she'll have to go through the tills. If she does use the SCO's, she puts her purse on the weight scale.
  • Pharah: Checks and double checks every price for the things she rings in. Leaves 3-4 times to check the price, and is surprised (and happy) when you give her the week before price on something.
  • Symmetra: Hates the Self-Checkouts. Makes snide comments to it, but is v happy about the mute button. Has over 3000$ canadian tire money on her card, but doesn't use it. Lets you know when the till tape is almost finished.
  • Bastion: is a self-checkout