i held off for so long

deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

part one | part three


Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

Keep reading

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

Keep reading

Come Here - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Can you write one where you think jughead looks amazing in the south side jacket and you let him know and you always pull him by the jacket to kiss him

A/N — I could not get over this request, that finale episode of Riverdale last night FUCKED me up so bad like… can Jughead not get any hotter it’s great and I’m actually loving it. Also, this contains spoilers (duh) since it’s based on episode 13 so if you haven’t watched it yet I’d recommend not to read it if you haven’t watched it yet. Anyway I hope you enjoy this imagine and it may or may not turn into some sort of smut (?), and I’ve changed this up a bit so I hope you don’t mind.

Words: 1050

Warnings: Heavy make out

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (H/C) , (E/C) - Your name, your last name, hair colour, eye colour.

Riverdale was finally coming to a peace. The mystery of Jason Blossom’s murder finally came to a close and all was calm. (Y/N), Jughead, Archie, Betty and Veronica all sat in a booth at Pop’s sipping on a milkshake flavour of their choice. This whole year, you and Jughead got closer and closer due to working on the case with him and the rest of the gang trying to figure out the murder of Jason. Spending long hours alone with you and your crush at the Blue and Gold after school made you really realise your feelings about him and how it affected you. One night, (Y/N) and Jughead stayed together investigating down at Sweetwater River and shared a kiss since the two of you knew that there was sexual tension was there with them. Ever since that incident they haven’t touched each other since. Sure, every time they have a moment alone they always wonder who’s leading who first, but the both of you were two shy at that moment.

After Pop’s, Archie walked Veronica, Betty went home to join her family for dinner and Jughead took (Y/N) to his FP’s house in the Southside. When Jughead broke the news to everyone that he got transferred to Southside High and live with his new foster family instead of living in Riverdale with Archie and his dad. Everyone was shocked and devastated by the news but not as much as (Y/N). So this was her only chance to try express her feelings towards him before he leaves since she doesn’t know when she’ll ever see him again. He bent down to the doormat in front of the door, picking up a key and digging it into the door. The house was still knocked around and ruined since he last came and had his breakdown, making Jughead get chills. You knew something was bothering him, so you walked over and held onto his arm.

“Hey Juggie, are you okay?” You asked him, looking up into his green eyes with your (E/C) ones. He sighed deeply, taking off his familiar crown-shaped beanie and throwing it to the ground.

“I don’t know, I mean… I’m not feeling it. This place just reminds me of him, y’know. This may be my last time ever coming here, (Y/N), since I have no idea how long my dad will be in jail for and I’ll be living with my foster family.” He brushed a hand through his hair as he explained to her the situation. He sat down on FP’s couch, holding his face in his hands as shortly after, you joined him.

“H-Hey, Jug? Since this may be the last time I talk to you for a while, God knows how long, I just wanted to get something straight. Since we kissed at Sweetwater River that one night, I literally have not stopped thinking about you. I’ve had this feeling about you for, I don’t know, months now. You make me so happy every time I see you and it makes me smile knowing that you actually acknowledge me. I guess,” (Y/N) paused. “I guess I love you, Jughead. I love you, Jughead Jones.”  You finally admitted. He stared at you, before you noticed his lips creep up into a smile as he scooted over to you, placing his hand on yours as he stroked his thumb against your soft skin.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He smirked at you, making you bite your lip. And just like that, you found your lips back on his once again. The familiar sensation running through your body sent tingles down your spine as it did for him as well. He moved his hand from yours to your left cheek as the kiss deepened. You felt yourself smile in the kiss as your tongues intertwined.

As the two of you both pulled away, he smirked leaning over and pulling you onto his lap and kissed you passionately once again in his arms. You pulled his face against yours again connecting each others lips. He moved his hands to grip onto your shirt clinging at your waist as your tugged on his hair. A small groan escaped his lips, easily turning him on. He then picked you up, pushing your back against a wall as he held you up, quickly after attaching his swollen lips back at (Y/N)’s matching ones. As you tipped your head back, he kissed his way down to your neck, nibbling against your collarbone making a moan escape your lips. In the middle of leaving his mark against your burning skin until a loud knock interrupted your heavy moment, breaking up the intense moment. Jughead quickly put you down as he fixed his clothes, walking towards the door and opening it.

As (Y/N) waited for him to be finished, she quickly stood up pulling her jacket over her body as she waited behind the door to find a returning Jughead, holding his fathers Serpent jacket. He shut the door, staring down at it.

“Is it your dad’s?” You asked in curiosity. Jughead simple just nodded, still scanning his eyes over the embroidery stitched into its leather.

“Should I?” He turned his gaze to settle on her, wondering if he was to wear it. “The Serpents dropped by and gave me it. They have my back, (Y/N), does that make me one too?”

“Jug, if you want to join The Serpents that doesn’t make you a bad guy. Stop worrying, at least try on the jacket!” She gushed over him, leaning against the wall as she watched him.

Jughead stared down at the jacket, taking in it’s final details before slipping it onto his broad arms, turning to look at a mirror as he adjusted it, a smirk falling onto his lips as he turned back to look at you. “So, how do I look?”

(Y/N) smirked, taking herself off the wall as she bit her lip, strutting over to him.

“I’m loving this bad boy Jughead Jones, hopefully I get to see him more often. Come here.” She smirked back at him, pulling him to her by his jacket and leaned up to finish where they left off.

A/N — So this didn’t exactly fit the request, so hopefully this can be a part 2 sometime when I get some time to write it where the reader pulls him around by his jacket because it’s so hOt. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this imagine although I rushed the fuck through it so please don’t mind me.

Criminal Minds men as things I've done
  • David Rossi: my first grade teacher yelled at me not to slouch and I was feeling particularly defiant that day so I slid under my desk and laid like that until she removed my overdramatic ass
  • Jason Gideon: when I was 7 I was given a baby to hold and I really hated babies so I held it away from me at arms length
  • Derek Morgan: I once asked a mall santa for world peace
  • Luke Alvez: as a small child I hugged a stranger in 7/11 instead of my dad and played it off by hugging everyone in the store
  • Aaron Hotchner: when they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up at preschool graduation I meant to say a professional/workaholic but what came out of my 4 year old mouth was ”a briefcase”
  • Spencer Reid: as a toddler I named a goldfish long orange boy
  • Stephen Walker: I was alone playing the piano in my high school band room once and a random teacher walked in to tell me it sounded pretty but it was a song from spongebob so I started dying laughing
Rude Boy (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2489

Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).

Summary:  You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.

A/N: Here ya go. Wrap it before you tap it kids.

Permanent Tag List: @meganlane84 @mizzzpink @bringmetheemobands

Part 1

Keep reading

religion-of-one  asked:

Any chance you can help provide references to Susan B Anthony's racism? I've got some ignorant white "feminists" to educate.

“I will cut off this right arm of mine before I will ever work or demand the ballot for the Negro and not the woman.” – Susan B. Anthony 

“What words can express her [the white woman’s] humiliation when, at the close of this long conflict, the government which she had served so faithfully held her unworthy of a voice in its councils, while it recognized as the political superiors of all the noble women of the nation the negro men just emerged from slavery, and not only totally illiterate, but also densely ignorant of every public question.” – Susan B. Anthony 

“The old anti slavery school says women must stand back and wait until the negroes shall be recognized. But we say, if you will not give the whole loaf of suffrage to the entire people, give it to the most intelligent first. If intelligence, justice, and morality are to have precedence in the government, let the question of the woman be brought up first and that of the negro last.” – Susan B. Anthony & Elizabeth Stanton 

Quotes from Kirsten West Savali article “‘When and Where I Enter’: The Racist Expectations of Whites-Only Feminism”

Tumblrs reverseracism and knowledgeequalsblackpower have several posts on this, so be sure to head over there and take a look. 

Hot For Teacher

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Just felt like being a slut. This is just a fantasy of mine. Dean comes after the reader years later after he let her walk out of his life once. He is not making that mistake again. It’s short, and I’ve been extremely busy. Hope you don’t hate it.

Feedback Appreciated

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I know your crazy busy with life and use your writing time for drive and winter song but... Could you write a smol sick fic? Nothing long or extravagant! It would be a blessing.

Summary: Yuuri falls ill during a practice at the Ice Castle. Pre-Episode 5.

***

When Victor excused himself from practice to take a quick phone call, Yuuri was fine. Perhaps a little quieter than normal while he rehearsed a combination spin out on the Ice Castle rink, one gloved hand extended gracefully overhead, but there was no indication that anything was wrong.

He was fine.

How that changed so quickly was anyone’s guess.

Victor was gone for less than five minutes, and when he returned, Yuuri was on his knees in the center of the rink with his head in his hands. Victor took one look and started running, even before he fully registered what he was seeing. He wasn’t wearing his skates for practice today, but that didn’t stop him from running out onto the ice and slipping and sliding for the first few steps before he regained his balance.

“Yuuri.” Victor came to a clumsy stop in front of him, and when he dropped to his knees, the ice soaked through the fabric of his pants. He grasped Yuuri’s shoulder and said, “What happened. Did you fall?”

Yuuri was shaking. His face was so pale that even his lips had lost their color, and he kept squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them as if to clear his vision. “Dizzy,” he said.

Keep reading

A Little Hair Pulling Goes a Long Way

Bucky x Reader

WC 1981

Summary You and Bucky are in a relationship and though the sex is wonderful, you want something more.

Warnings SMUT, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP. oh and always pee after sex. It’ll help you avoid UTIs), rough sex, dirty talk, bossy Bucky, hair pulling, ass slapping, swear words, drinking mimosas, Natasha getting hurt, uhhh… I think that’s it?


You were laying in bed, basking in post-coital bliss. Bucky was stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand rest lazily on your hip. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, rubbing your nose against his.

He sighed happily, “If I could spend every moment with you, like this, I’d die a happy man,” he declared.

You giggled, smacking him in the chest. “Oh, stop it,” you teased.

Leaning in for a kiss, you were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Bucky, you’ve got two minutes to get your ass out here or I’m coming in there. And I really don’t want to see you or Y/N in your birthday suits!” hollered Steve.

Rolling your eyes, you got up and threw on some clothes. Bucky did the same.

“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1!” The door flew open.

You let out a shriek of surprise. Steve was standing there with his hands covering his eyes. “I warned you guys!”

“Jesus, Steve, what the fuck?” snapped Bucky. “We’re dressed!”

“Oh,” he replied, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry about the door.”

You stood there with your mouth open. “How am I supposed to sleep like that?!”

“Uh…sleep in Bucky’s room until we get back.” He put on his Captain America face, “Bucky, let’s go. The others are waiting.” He began walking away and turned back, sheepishly, “I really am sorry about the door.”

You sighed as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ll be back in a few days,” he reminded you, giving you a gentle kiss goodbye.

You entered into your room to pack a bag to take with you. Trudging your way to Bucky’s room, you unpacked and made yourself as comfortable as you could. It was late and you were calling it a night. You snuggled under the blankets and smiled, they smelled like him.

Keep reading

The Exacting Art of Wand Making


“The magical rod is the verendum of the magus; it must not even be mentioned in any clear and precise manner; no one should boast of its possession, nor should its consecration ever be transmitted except under the conditions of absolute discretion and confidence.” - Eliphas Levi, “Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie” (1856)


It is a matter of fact that properly making a wand is a pain in the ass. It is a rather long process, with lots of detailed steps, none of which can be skipped. It takes more than a month of near daily work, invariably leads to both accidental and purposeful blood spill, not to mention all the mess.

Having lived in London for over a decade I can assure you that there is no Ollivanders in which to purchase a finished wand. And while many many sticks that have been nicely polished, often having had some baubles attached to them, are for sale from a variety of vendors they are not in any practical way a wand.

A wand must be cut by the practitioner themselves directly from the tree, must be worked to shape by the practitioner’s hands, tooled by the practitioner’s blade. It is a very necessary tool in the arsenal of witch and wizard alike, found throughout history in the practice of magic.

On the whole its a bothersome process; messy, meticulous, exacting and often tiresome. But at each point where you would shirk the necessary steps it is only in reminding yourself that the tool you make may save your life that you push on, doing every little bit that is needed to make it as strong as possible. Because like a parachute your life may hang in the balance of your wand having been made in an exacting process that I would personally never trust to something I bought online or in a shop.

The length of the wand varies from culture to culture and use to use. I myself prefer a length that is the distance from one’s nose when looking straight ahead to the tip of one’s fingers. Approximately three feet long (four spans) though tailored exactly to the body of its owner. The perfect length for tracing a circle on the ground without bending over.

It so happens that I had long held off on making myself a second hazel wand, my first being in storage in the US and something I had used for decades - though not seen in years. In its stead I have been using a very nice rowan wand I constructed about a year after I arrived in London, which works for most situations and is particularly adept at landscape magics. But then there are some things for which only a hazel wand will do the job properly.

Unfortunately my original hazel, cut from a deep and old wood in the states when I was a young man, has gone missing. Its whereabouts are a mystery, though where it should have been among my library storage materials it was not. Thus I have been slowly getting around to replacing it, and some near future work that needs doing has required my starting in order to finish before the vernal equinox.

So while the blackbird sang me a song of predawn delight I cut the hazel and have begun the process. As it dries I will gather the bits I need, offerings and ointments for its preparation, and by the first day of spring it should be ready for a bit of that old black magic.

anonymous asked:

andreil

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…


who is more likely to hurt the other?

ummmm painful first question wow?? Definitely.. neither… wtf. I think emotionally Andrew might be more likely to be just callous enough that Neil takes it to heart, but it would be like,, almost impossible bc they understand each other so well. Maybe when Neil is really baring his soul and andrew is still walking that indifferent line. Maybe when andrew graduates and neil forgets andrew’s brand of emotional distance bc there’s REAL distance to contend with, you feel

who is emotionally stronger?

Andrew m8

Neil had to be emotionally strong for so long, and he doesn’t have to be anymore. But ANDREW….. his emotions are out of order like he’s built a safe around himself and neil just happens to have the access code 

who is physically stronger?

AndreW this isn’t even a debate Neil is lithe and wiry and andrew can pick him up with one hand. Like if you don’t think Andrew’s biceps are shredding his t-shirts we didn’t read the same book ://

who is more likely to break a bone? 

ur joking

Neil breaks his bones walking down the stairs my guy. That little bastard never outgrows being a hazard. Also he’s an aggressor in Exy, my boy has 2% regard for his own wellbeing, ball is life, etc. I can’t in my life imagine smooth and cold as steel Andrew breaking anything that isn’t someone else’s 

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Okay andrew has that cultivated distance but neil is….. a machine. Remember when he kept provoking andrew about his assault bc he wanted a response out of him?? Like,, yeah. Neil knows how to take out the one brick that will topple a person. He’s sharp and scathing and aware of people’s weakness (Andrew’s more than anyone’s)

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

Also Neil man he drops a bomb and walks away but he starts to come back more and more. He starts to realize that arguments =/= break ups, and apologies =/= weakness. He starts fights and he fuckin finishes them. He loves andrew more than he loves the upper hand

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

>_> andrew is down here on the side of the court dabbing disinfectant on neil’s gashes once a WEEK. (Andrew? won’t let anyone else touch neil??)

who is in constant need of comfort? 

Both. They have a lifetime of hurt that needs untangling and andrew’s in there cutting through neil’s with scissors, neil’s talking until andrew forgets his

It’s symbiotic - their relationship is built on comfort, you know? it thrives on it

who gets more jealous? 

I think Andrew because Neil doesn’t….. know jealousy. Like he hasn’t met her. Someone could be straight up grabbing Andrew’s ass and Neil would be like huh. friendship is evolving so fast. Andrew is very quietly furiously jealous and it’s sort of? all the time? Like he got in so deep so fast that he’s jealous of the foxes, and people at the bar, and he’s jealous of like.. exy

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

Like.. for good? wtf neither NEXt

who will propose? 

Well ;)) I’ve ;)) written this ;)))) here

spoilers it’s andrew for practical purposes because romance is a foreign land that they will only visit if someone’s life hangs in the balance

who has the most difficult parents?

LMAO

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

I think andrew makes a grab for neil’s hand if he’s stressed about wherever they are? LIke contact is actually a big part of the way andrew protects. But I think Neil obsesses over andrew’s hands and he’ll try it, and andrew usually doesn’t care enough to pull away. They both feel like 5% safer linked like that. Their armbands brush. It’s gay

who comes up for the other all the time? 

Like in conversation??? andrew. neil can’t shut up, next

who hogs the blankets? 

Andrew dude he’s contrary catch him in all black wearing knives huddled in a blanket fort with a pint of ben and jerry’s. Neil is a very still sleeper he doesn’t move like.. at all. Andrew’s a restless & light sleeper, and he’ll take advantage of any comfort he can get

who gets more sad? 

hi they’re always sad… sorry about it…. anyway

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Andrew’s better because he doesn’t like. try. Not in any obvious, quantifiable way, anyway. He gives neil space when he needs it and coddles him when he needs it. He’s a hand on the back of his neck. He’s a force of nature that Neil gets so caught up in that he forgets, for a second, that he’s living on borrowed time

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

lmao

who is more streetwise?

I gotta say neil bc I think he’s got like a catalogue of personas and experiences inside him. Like I think he could successfully blend into a lot of situations, that’s straight up what kept him alive

who is more wise?

Andrew is brilliant tbh he’s got that eidetic memory and that understated intensity towards understanding things like I don’t think there’s a question you could ask that would stump him

who’s the shyest? 

define shy like neither of them they’re unrepentant bastards who’ll tell you exactly what they think of you. BUT i mean. Neil is the slowest moving glacier of emotional availability I’ve ever seen so like if you wanna call that shy then def him

who boasts about the other more? 

Again…. neil can’t shut the fuck up….. the amount of times he mouths off about having the best goalie in the world on their team in interviews,, wymack is grey

like actually neil is gobsmacked by andrew and he EXPECTS that everyone else be too

who sits on who’s lap? 

neil sits on andrew’s bye he loves to be held up

An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

—–

“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

Keep reading

Slow and Steady

Word count: 1,236

Warning: LOTS of fluff, smut, oral (female receiving)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request/Summary: Thank you for your request (I’m so sorry I just re-read the request and it said massage, not shower, but oh well. I probably should have done that before but I could have sworn it said shower.)

After a particularly rough hunt Sam takes good care of the reader in more ways than one.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

It had been a particularly difficult and strenuous case, but it was finally over. All of your muscles ached, you were bleeding from what seemed to be everywhere, and dirt and grime covered your body. After making it back to the motel you slumped onto the bed, relishing in the sweet rock-hardness of the mattress and the course brush of the cheap sheets against your tired skin. Dean had gone to his room, refusing to drive you back to the bunker until you had all had a night’s rest and recovery. Sam returned to the room half an hour later once he had patched Dean up and vice versa.

Keep reading

Not Her

Eric x Reader


“He’s here again.” Your friend whispered as you hurried out of the lab you’d been in, following her gaze to the group of Dauntless that had gathered on the floor below.

You smiled when he glanced up at you, smirking as he shook his head, turning his attention back to whoever was showing him around.

“You want me to cover so you can sneak out?” Your friend asked when they started to move though the building and Eric threw a glance at you.

“Thanks.” You whispered, hurrying to the usual spot.

Keep reading

Something Worth Fighting For- 1

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice.

Words: 1303

Masterlist

Originally posted by i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. -The Crow, 1994

Brooklyn. 1946.

The cemetery was a snow globe. Someone had wrapped it in their hands, blocking out all traces of sunlight behind the deep grey clouds, and shaken it. Snow swirled through the air, between the slender claws of the dead trees, and dragged across the faces of black, slick stones. The wind hissed in your ear, stung the exposed flesh between your hat and the collar of your jacket. Kissed the places that had not been touched by warm hands in nearly a year.

There was nothing special about the dull, grey rock in front of you. There was a name, etched into its face, that had been filled with snow which only served to make the letters stand out more. It was a formality more than anything, the headstone. There was no body to be buried, no casket to lower into the ground.

Keep reading

Can we trust everything we see in Killing Stalking?

I think the reason why I find Sangwoo to be more likable compared to other serial killers would be the fact that he seems so human even in the depths of his insanity: he clothed and showered Yoonbum, he fed him porridge in the beginning, he gave him medicine because of his crying, and we’ve seen him take Yoonbum up to the room to take care of him even when Yoonbum tried to poison the food. We’ve seen Sangwoo panic, we’ve seen him pretend and lie, got to know his honest and dark humorous side, was shown an inch of his tragic childhood, we understood he’s just not right in the head. Rather than being downright terrified of this guy, there’s a sense of charm and appeal we’re drawn to with just a little hint of fear and this kind of stumped me. Is Koogi making this a known fact by purposely making sure Sangwoo seems to do a least a little bit of good? A serial killer is manipulative and I wonder if we, the readers, are being manipulated as well…

But how? Then I went into thinking - how much can we trust ANYTHING in this manhwa? I mean, two of these characters aren’t completely mentally sane after all.

Let’s take a look towards my baby Yoonbum - 

Koogi made sure right off the bat, at the VERY beginning (even when we didn’t know about his certain hobby) that he wasn’t normal as well. He had this obsession with Sangwoo that lead to stalking tendencies such as finding out Sangwoo’s house and his combination, and we’ve known he held this torch for a very long time. Right, now then I realized most the chapters we read is in Yoonbum’s perspective and since we understood that Yoonbum’s not completely right in the head, so why should we trust anything we see of Sangwoo? 

BUT JAYNIA, ISN’T THIS A BIT FAR-FETCHED? YOONBUM DIDN’T VIEW SANGWOO LIKE THE GUY OF HIS DREAMS, SANGWOO WAS STILL SHOWN AS THE MONSTER THROUGHOUT ALL THE PRESENT CHAPTERS JUST LIKE HE SHOULD BE.

Yeah, you’re right. Even though Yoonbum isn’t normal, he’s also not as twisted as our muscle bunny, Sangwoo. However, Yoonbum’s imagination of Sangwoo had to be shattered mainly for the character development and plot drive and thus we can see how unreliable Yoonbum’s perspective can be because further along he shows hints of Stockholm syndrome and other characteristics of an abused victim - from Sangwoo’s image turning into something scary, to gentle, to loving, then vice versa. 

To further emphasize my point let’s bring in a supporting character that is no way involved with the relationship between Yoonbum and Sangwoo.

SEUNGBAE!

Why I find him to be more reliable in terms of perspective is that we got to know a bit more of his background as well and the most important one was that he used to be a detective. And as we know, detectives are usually keen to nonverbal cues such as face expressions and body language. Through Seungbae’s eyes, let’s see what Sangwoo looked like: 

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Kind of creepy, right? In Seungbae’s mind, we are given a suspicious and less-desirable Sangwoo. Is it because Seungbae’s experience as a detective has honed his skills in detecting something we couldn’t see through Yoonbum’s eyes? However, Seungbae too cannot be trusted as much.

Why? Because we were also shown in his background that despite being a detective, he was demoted to a regular patrol cop. This can be like a double-edged sword - maybe Seungbae is trying to see the evil in people to redeem his worth back up, after all, we have seen an emotional scene with a picture of Seungbae and an older man (dad?) in a picture that was crumbled in Seungbae’s fist. His arc is directed towards being a hero and from my previous readings, heroes can turn towards a thorny path even with good intentions - think of Light from Death Note. 

So what can I tell you in summary? 

Take everything with a pinch of salt. We’ve seen unreliable narration with Lolita, The Great Gatsby, Othello, etc. so I’m not surprised that in a psychological manhwa like KS we are also being pushed and pulled in a direction that we do not have control of. There are also some truths embedded in KS but the best convincing lies always have a bit of truth in them. 

I guess we’ll see in further chapters but this was just my two cents.

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

—–

—–

The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

Keep reading

Taken By Force (Taeyong!)

anon(s) said:Hey guys! I was wondering about a Dom!Taeyong smut where he’s really rough and forces you to blow him? Of course including consent but still, can it be really hot and stuff? :D sincerely, whose life is now complete 😌 thanks for your hard work guys❤

Can i request Taeyong smut when he finds out his gf search history was “Taeyong SMUT fanfic” “Taeyong 18+ fanfic” etc Lolololol Thank-you and have a great day

could you do a rough!taeyong super steamy smut? please make it as hot as you can sorry im just too thirsty for this guy lmao

author: admin hyo

word count:1863

a/n: What have I done~ this took me forever, but it’s here. The only real warning is that there is some consensual non-con. So if you’re not into that don’t read. But please enjoy.

Keep reading

With All My Heart - Part 2

Word Count: 2225

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight panic attack

A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged. 

Thanks to @impalaimagining for beta-ing this for me super fast at 1:30am! 

With All My Heart Masterlist


Running out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every single time.

“Well, don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again, although you didn’t exactly tell her that.

“Fuck you too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee before looking you over one more time.

“You really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess I need to go beg Don for my job back.”

Keep reading

About Last Night - KJ APA SMUT

Requested ?: Yes

Anon Said: Hi?? Are requests open? I was wondering if you could do a KJ Apa smut where maybe the reader plays Veronica and he’s watching when Veronica and Cheryl have the dance off and maybe KJ gets a little excited and so the reader has to help him out in his trailer??? 

Warnings: Daddy Kink (bc my kiwi kutie is daddy af),SMUT unprotected (oral m on f) & somewhat fluff

Originally posted by storycrackimagines


“Babe hurry you’re gonna miss the first half” I whined positioning myself on the couch “Princess you wanted the popcorn” KJ chuckled making his way into the living room “oh hush”.

KJ placed down the popcorn which I gladly took a handful of “thanks babe” I mumbled with some already in my mouth. As the opening to our show ‘Riverdale’ began KJ made himself comfortable sitting with me in between his legs,back pressed against his chest. 


I smirked to myself silently watching how Madelaine and I’s hours of choreography it truly looked better on screen. KJ began to shift making me get up from my warm place “Babe what’s wrong?” I questioned KJ completely ignored me shutting off the tv “nothing’s wrong Princess” he spoke lowly the look in his eyes made me feel hot “I was thinking about that body” KJ licked his lips crawling over me “KJ” my voice timid “shh baby just relax” he prepped kisses down my neck causing me to moan.

I could feel his hardened member on my thigh so I palmed him through his sweatpants KJ growled “don’t tease me princess” his voice in my ear. KJ moved back hovering my body as he removed his shirt revelling his deliciously toned body.  His hands roamed under my shirt up to my breasts where he discovered I had no bra “already?” he smirked “it’s comfortable” I smiled up at him. KJ pressed his lips against mine feverishly as his hands kneaded my breasts causing me to moan out allowing his tongue to slip through.

KJ pulled away to remove my shirt then quickly reattached our lips together again “I want you now” he spoke between kisses I pulled away and looked at him “then take me” I smirked this was enough to set KJ off. He jumped to his feet and picked me up throwing me over his shoulder as he raced upstairs to our bedroom I giggled excited for what was to come.

Once in our room KJ threw me on the bed wasting now time removing my pants and underwear “fuck” he muttered more to himself than me causing a blush to creep up on me “so gorgeous and wet” he spoke as he kneeled before me. KJ began leaving a trail of hickeys up my thigh to my core his hot breath causing me to shiver “stay still don’t cum till I tell you” he warned placing two fingers in me. I felt my back arch off the bed his callused fingers always gave me the best satisfaction “faster” I moaned as I felt his tongue pass my folds.

He went faster with both his fingers and tongue as he took pauses to suck me “Damn KJ” I cried out clenching my walls. KJ pulled back sensing i was close, he got up and removed his sweatpants and boxers he moved to hover over me “you naughty girl you almost came” he paused just over my lips “even when Daddy told you not to” he tisked “bad princess” he kissed my lips I wrapped my arms around his neck wanting him as close as humanly possible.

I shrieked feeling him thrust into me roughly “KJ” I cried through the kiss he stopped his movements looking at me lustfully “Daddy please move” I practically begged him. KJ smiled and nodded “as you wish princess” his hips connected with mine at a fast and hard pace. 

KJ grabbed my hands interlocking his fingers with mine as he left lovebites on my neck. I loved how KJ could be so rough yet gentle if you get what I mean. “Daddy I have an interview tomorrow I cant have marks” I whined “who cares I want the world to know you’re mine and only mine” he look down at me with such passion “and don’t even think about pulling makeup to cover it” he informed.

I felt my the ever so familiar feeling rising within me “faster Daddy faster” I cried “Princess I don’t think I cant last so long” his chest heaving in and out as he held onto the headboard for more support “me neither” I moaned feeling him hitting my g-spot “right there Daddy”.

KJ’s movements became uneven and sloppy with one final thrust we both came   moaning in unison. We took our time coming down from our high then KJ pulled out rolling to lay next to me “man if I would have known you’d act like this after the dance off. I would have asked them to add it in earlier” I giggled turning to face him “I love you” he beamed kissing my nose “and I love you” I smiled snuggling into his arms drifting off to blissful sleep.


*The next morning*

“Welcome to CleverTV we’re on with Riverdale’s Y/n Y/L/n aka Veronica Lodge” the interviewer introduced me I smiled and waved at the camera “Hi thanks for having me” I moved a strand of hair behind my ear “whoa that’s quite some dark marks on your neck” she chuckled “um yeah” I blushed remembering last night’s events “wonder who gave you those” she quirked a brow looking to the screen behind us that showed pictures of KJ and I either kissing in the streets or walking hand and hand “tells us about last night’s episode. What was KJ’s reaction to Veronica’s dance off with Cheryl?” she questioned 

I suddenly felt hot “um he enjoyed it” that was all I could say about it I mean was I supposed to tell her it lead to hot sex? no she smirked at me “enjoyed it huh. He’s a lucky man” she smiled “not as lucky as I am to have him in my life” I beamed she awed “that’s too cute”.


*later that day*

I got home feeling all gushy inside the interviewer asked me about my character ,who i thought killed Jason and my relationship with KJ it all made me feel happy. 

I opened the door surprised to see KJ standing right in front of me “Princess I’m lucky to have you in my life. You complete me” KJ spoke as he embraced me “We’re both lucky to have each other in our lives” I smiled pulling away to give him a quick peck on the lips “love you” he hummed “love you” I sang back.


MASTERLIST